Anal Penetration

I met Jerry one night when my husband was in Korea. My sister had some friends come over and we threw a party. He’s a handsome man. Tall, about six foot two. Brown hair cut in a military fashion. Green eyes that are sometimes blue, and a smile that could melt ice. I was nervous around him at first. His kiss was soft, and passionate. And his touch was magic. We spent the first thirteen days just kissing and playing a bit. He would come over at night, stay a few hours and leave. My sister laughed at me, accusing us of fucking. But we never did. It was nice being with a guy that didn’t try and fuck me the moment he met me. We would sit on the couch for hours and talk. About everything! He would lean over and breathe on my neck, then lightly kiss it. He could make me wet just by that gesture alone. I wanted him so bad those 13 days. I begged him in my mind to just undress me. To kiss me deeply, to fuck me. But he never did. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My sister came to visit me again, and we called up Jerry and his friend Will. I told my sister that I was going to fuck Jerry, but she just laughed and said I had been fucking him all along. We got some beer and sat around talking and listening to music. Once I couldn’t take it anymore, I took Jerry by the hand and led him to my son’s playroom. My sister laughed and told him to fuck me good. Once we got in the room, we started kissing fast and heavy. I was a little drunk, and not quite wet enough, but his kiss made up for it. The feel of his tongue in my mouth, and his hands on my body were enough. We quickly undressed each other and embraced on my son’s floor. I took his hard, firm cock in my hands and guided him inside me. The warmth that came from his body, and the feel of his cock inside me were almost too much. He thrust gently until we were wet enough to begin a rhythm. I raised my hips to match his speed, while he thrusted every inch deeper inside me. I cried out, and then bit his shoulder to keep my moans silent. He had told me a few days earlier that he had never fucked doggy style before, so I sat up and pulled him out of me. He looked at me, puzzled, but I just smiled. I bent over the bed and beckoned him. My ass in the air was an open invitation. I helped guide him in again, and slowly began to push into him. He took that as his cue and began his rhythm once more. He pumped quickly, and his rhythm was sloppy, but I moved my body to his pace and helped him stay on track. In no time at all he was fucking me like a pro. I cried out loud, and used a pillow to muffle my screams. It was getting good. He pumped wildly, faster! Perfect rhythm, perfect pace. My body screamed for more. I reached down and played with my clit, coaxing myself into orgasm. I climaxed and made him push deeply into me. He grabbed my arms and brought me back to the floor, then climbed on top and began to work his magic. I raised my legs up over his shoulders, and used my hands to brace myself. The feel of his body, grinding hard on top of me, and the length of his cock, pushing, probing that special spot, made me come over and over. Hard and long. I basked in pure ecstasy! Finally he began to moan softly as his pace changed. Then I felt his cock spasm as he emptied his hot cum into my body. I pushed into him, making him stay inside me. We lay there a moment, as our bodies wound down. Feeling each other’s bodies pressed together. We smiled as we got dressed, and walked in the living room. Before he left I told him that the next time we did that it would be better. I hope I lived up to that, because it hasn’t ended. And I hope it never does.