But she allowed him to apply to the stuff to her derrière. He preferred to have her lie flat on her stomach, which relieved her: she didn’t care for the doggie-style position. But as he draped his body on top of hers, she felt a momentary panic. I’m pretty much helpless, with this big, strong man whom I’ve gone out with exactly twice dominating me body and soul. But she reassured herself: Gerald had so far shown himself to be a sweet and decent man. What harm could it be to subject herself to him?
Sure enough, he did his best to make the procedure as painless for her as possible–but even so, she did suffer some pain (or perhaps it was just a bit of discomfort) as he gently inserted his member into her anus. There was a strange choking sensation that she couldn’t account for, and her mouth fell open as if she was gasping for air. But pretty soon Gerald got into a soft, gentle rhythm while also wrapping his arms around her chest and taking hold of her breasts. Her breasts were very sensitive, and she did like a man to touch them. His head was cradled in the crook of her neck, and he rained little kisses on her cheek and neck–and once he impulsively stuck his tongue into her ear. That made her squeal–and she even thought she might have had a mini-climax.
In fact, Gerald was intent on making sure she got some reward for her endurance: as he pounded her more forcefully, he slipped a hand down her front and covered her sex. Then he parted her labia and began stroking her clitoris–gently at first, but more and more vigorously as time went on. Joyce lapsed into a kind of dreamy passivity as Gerald not only derived pleasure from pummeling her but also gave her pleasure with his fondling.
And so they achieved that rarest of feats–a simultaneous climax. As she felt the initial streams of his emission oozing thickly into her rectum, she also felt her own juices flowing out of her pussy as waves of ecstasy coursed through her, making her shudder all over and almost ejecting Gerald from her bottom. But he clung fast, keeping his cock buried in her long after their mutual shudders had subsided. There was a heavenly feeling of unity in this unusual act of coitus, but eventually Joyce asked Gerald to withdraw, and he did.
He at once stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, apparently to clean up.
Coming back, he scooped her up and, as he lay on his back, dumped her on top of himself. He sure is one for snuggling! Joyce noted with approval.
She figured they were done for the night–but after about fifteen minutes she sensed something poking into her abdomen.
Her eyes widened as she said, “Omigod, you really want some more?”
He looked sheepish as he said, “Well, yes.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. It’s just that I’ve never met a man who has such–potency. Not even in my wild college days.”
“Did you have wild college days?”
“Actually no. I was a good girl–I’ve always been a good girl.”
“I’m sure you have.”
“So what would you like to do now?”
“Um . . .” He seemed reluctant to speak. “How about sixty-nine?”
She smiled. “All right.” Then, after a pause: “You did wash thoroughly down there, didn’t you?”
“Yes–with soap.”
“Glad to hear it. Do you want me to wash?”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Shrugging, she flipped around so that her face was right in front of the suddenly huge-seeming obelisk that was his cock. As Gerald seized both cheeks of her bottom and began licking her pussy (and drinking up the come that was leaking out of her), she held his cock upright and plunged as much of it into her mouth as possible. That wasn’t very much, as she was also out of practice in cocksucking–and she’d never been very good at deep throat. But she hoped she passed muster. It was a little distracting to have Gerald be so diligent at what he was doing: it made it hard for her to focus on the task at hand. But she found not only his cock but his large sac of balls ineffably fascinating, and did her best to stimulate him at least as much as he was stimulating her. That proved impossible: he actually made her come twice in the half-hour they were engaged in this act; and when she felt the bolts of his discharge shoot into her mouth, she was so surprised that she let most of it dribble out. It landed thickly on his abdomen, although viscous ropes of it trickled down her lips and chin. What a mess!
She leaped off of him, snatched up some Kleenex, and mopped up both herself and Gerald. Looking at him regretfully, she said, “I’m sorry about that. I’ll swallow it next time.” Next time! That means that I’m hoping there will actually be a next time. Well, there better be!
“That’s okay,” he said, although she could tell he was disappointed. Men are so absurdly sensitive about such things!
They cuddled some more, then decided by mutual agreement that they’d better get as much sleep as they could in what remained of the night.
The next morning, both of them were strangely subdued as they prepared a substantial breakfast in Gerald’s tiny kitchen. They ate it while exchanging hardly a word. Both of them felt the embarrassment that comes after a bout of intimacy–especially a bout of the sort they’d had.
Joyce, who had been wearing a thin robe of Gerald’s over breakfast, tossed it away after the meal was over and got dressed. She didn’t trouble to take a shower, since she didn’t have a change of clothing. She hated wearing the same underwear twice, so she simply didn’t bother to put it on.