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Fifteen years

I pick you up. It's been fifteen years since we last saw each other; but in the last few months we've swapped photos. Spoken on the phone. Spent hours emailing explicit sex fantasies to one another. You get in the car. I kiss your cheek. It's rough with a three-day growth, but not unpleasant. I study your face, your eyes, your lips, your ears. You've changed so much yet you're still that boy who fucked me so tenderly when we were kids. It's as if we never lost touch.

We go for a drink. Surprisingly nice hotel in the middle of a seedy part of town. We grin stupidly at each other over the table. Make small talk. Bait each other. Out of the corner of my eye I catch you glancing at my body: my breasts, my legs. I'm making you nervous. You tell me I haven't lost my looks. That I'm still pretty. I grin even more.

I look at my watch. We don't have a lot of time. I'm chain-smoking your cigarettes. You're onto your second bloody mary. I put the hard word on you. There's a bathroom upstairs. You readjust the erection in your jeans. You ask me to pash you right there in the bar. I say no. You say please. Please please please. I give in. Your tongue is in my mouth, your hands around my waist, squeezing my breasts, pulling me to you roughly. I nod my head in the direction of the stairs. Let's go.

We lock the door behind us. (Where do you want me? Right here.) You press me up against a wall and kiss me again, thrusting your hips against my body. Any fears, any doubts, any nerves or anxiety or guilt I may have felt has vanished. This is right. You and me, doing what we did best. What we do best. I slip my hands up inside your shirt. I feel your stomach, your chest, pinch your nipples. I unbuckle your jeans and slide them down your hips. I feel your butt, cup your balls, caress your cock. It's the first one I've had in nearly a decade. We're both breathing hard. "Are you OK?" you whisper. I nod.

I roll on the condom with shaking hands. We try in a standing position but it's too awkward. I direct you to the toilet seat and I straddle you. You're in. I grab your shoulders and gasp as you pull my body toward you, onto you. My feet don't reach the floor; it's not working. I get off, push our discarded clothes out of the way and lie down on the tiles. You're quickly inside me and you go hard, your hips slapping against mine. I claw at your body and cry out over and over again, my eyes squeezed shut. Somehow, my right foot finds the doorway; my left, the wall; and I push my butt up off the floor to meet your thrusts. My head keeps bumping into the wall behind me and I ask you to shuffle back. I look up at your face and you're watching me as you're fucking me.

You slow down and pull out. I'm bewildered. "Did you come?" You shake your head. You pull off the condom and drop it into the bin, then stand over me, rubbing your cock. I understand. I take you in my mouth. It's beautiful, smooth and warm. You entwine your hands in my hair and thrust forward. "Do you like that?" you whisper. Yes, I do. I do indeed. I grab the base of your cock in my right hand, and with my left I feel your balls, your perineum, then creep my fingers up to that special place that excites you so much. If I had more time, I'd lube up and slip a finger inside you. I know you'd like that.

You're heading for the edge. "Do you want me to come?" I shake my head and pull off. I ask you, "Do you want to fuck me up the ass?" You nod. "Where do you want me?"

You bend me over the sink. I guide you in. "Slow, slow, slow." It hurts. I forgot to bring lube. I hover, waiting for the sensation to pass. You wait patiently, poised. A few gentle thrusts and you're in. I gasp (oh god oh god oh god) and whimper, my face pressed against the vanity. My right hand is clutching the tap, the other the wall. You go hard. It feels so good. Your hands are all over me, on my butt, my hips, my breasts, in my cunt. I wish I could see your face. You urge me to come. I have my fingers down there working at myself but it's not going to happen.

I want you to come. You can't with the condom on. You pull it off and wank yourself to orgasm in front of me. I watch as it dribbles out; next time I'll let you come in my mouth. You don't make a sound but your face is covered in sweat.

You grab some toilet paper and mop up the cum from the floor. We dress quickly, I wash my hands and face, and we slink out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I have to go. I wish I could stay longer. Share another drink, a chat, maybe another pash, but I have to get home. I feel so bad.

I drive you home. I ask you, "Was I as you remember?" You shake your head in disbelief. "Better... I can't believe you took it up the ass on your first time." I reach out my left hand and clasp my fingers around yours. I'm worried that you feel as though I used you.

I drop you off. Kiss you on the cheek. You get out of the car and walk away without looking back. I feel a twinge of something - guilt, perhaps - and wish that it didn't have to be so rushed. But I don't regret a minute of it. You have no idea the favour you have just done me. Thank you. I owe you.

Riposte

I replay your word picture in my head, over and over again. Of you lying in your bed, partner sleeping, fingers busy. The phrase that haunts me most: Holding my outer lips open with my left hand, my right hand ..

And this morning lying in my bed, partner sleeping. Reached down with my left hand to explore the difference.

Like you there's an opening in my abdominal wall, just below my pubic bone. I can feel the edges of it, vagina-like. But jutting through the middle is no vagina but a strong tendon. Not so different to those in your arms and legs. Until filled :-). I trace it as it disappears inside me. Pull on it, and feel the tug deep inside.

I run my fingers down the side of the opening to feel the strength below. Like a clit, there's a lot more to it than is visible. Beneath my balls (loose and floppy in the warmth) I feel the tendon, bigger there, disappear under the flesh. Following it, I press along my perineum. My prostate feels the pressure. My legs involuntarily stir and my breath catches.

My tendon has grown and grown. As I lie there, my fingers at the point where, if my body was yours, they would be entering me, it lies along my arm, my balls soft against my hand. There's no opening where my fingers are, just hardening flesh. I feel the pipe of my urethra, standing proud.

If I lie here and keep thinking of you I know what will happen. I slide silently from the bed in the dark, scoop my clothes from the floor, and slip out the door. It's pre-dawn and I've got the world to myself.

Out on the deck the cool air hits my cock. It's my little morning treat. As I stroll across the lawn my hard cock eases enough to allow the next part of my treat. Emptying my bladder under an open sky in a silent world is a special kind of relief. As the stream runs out I feel the weight of my balls in my hand, my cock heavier than usual. Like a playful fireman I can direct the stream by moving my hips. I can see a faint glisten in the first hint of dawn.

I remember why my cock is heavy. Think again of you in your bed, fingers busy. Thinking of how your tits might react when I play with them. The left one, coquettish. The right one a sleepy sister. Your back arching as your work is done. As I open the door and turn on the light I look down. It's like looking down a chimney, my cock is staring straight at me.

And I take you to the shower.

Me

Nocturnal

It's late, I'm in bed, my partner snoring lightly beside me. I'm tired, but my mind is racing. Thinking, imagining, fantasising. I slip my hands up inside my shirt, tracing two parallel lines straight up to my breasts. I grab each nipple and squeeze gently. A lump forms in my throat.

I leave my shirt hitched up so that the top sheet can lightly rub, teasingly, against my now-erect nipples as I slowly wriggle my pants down my hips and kick them off. Knees apart. I gently stroke the outer lips, cup them with my hand, caress them. My hair has been trimmed very close to the skin so I feel every touch.

With my left hand I part my outer lips and hold them open; with my right, I gently touch my clit. I start stroking it, upwards at first, every now and then slipping my index finger inside myself to grab some more juice. It's late in my cycle - I'm not as wet as I would like.

I lie there, just stroking, making circles with my finger, enjoying the occasional involuntary shudder that goes straight to my nipples and my throat. Unfortunately, as both hands are occupied, I'm unable to do anything with my poor left nipple which is crying out for attention. Make a mental note to swipe a clothes peg from the washing line and hide it near the bed for next time.

I'm now suitably lubed up from my own juice and I start to pick up the pace. I'm no longer stroking but sliding my finger up and down. Up and down. Emphasis on the down. My fingers on my left hand start to cramp up (not now, not now) so I readjust. My breathing is fast and shallow but restrained, so as not to wake my slumbering other half. My movements are honed from years of practice; I am amazed that anyone has ever been able to get me there (and indeed, very few have). I wonder what it feels like to have a tongue down there, licking and stroking. It spurs me on.

I know exactly the moment when an orgasm is inevitable. I wish I could articulate it. It starts as a tingling or buzzing, and once it starts, I am powerless to stop it. When this moment arrives, I immediately stop rubbing and gently pulse my clit with the tip of my finger. It's too intense otherwise.

I imagine that a clitoral orgasm is more similar to a man's orgasm. I can have two or three vaginal orgasms (or four or five!) but once I've hit the big clitoral O, I can't go back. The buzzing starts. I suck in air through my teeth and then hold my breath, my head thrust back, my mouth open, as my whole body goes rigid, the blood pounding in my ears. I imagine that if I were with a partner at this point, I might cry out loud.

It takes me a good few minutes to recover. I am boiling hot and my whole body is covered in sweat. My mouth is dry and my throat parched - I'm dying for some water. I kick the covers off and sneak into the bathroom for a quick drink and to wash my hands before climbing back into bed. And falling fast asleep. Sated.

Amaryllis

In the bathroom

Correspondence to hand ...

So frustrated, an annoying itch between my legs needs to be scratched. I have my opportunity: daughter at school, son asleep, wife out of the house. I close the bathroom door behind me; in a flash my pants are unzipped and my shoes kicked off.

I quickly and deftly set up my station: a towel over the bath mat, my lube, my hand mirror on its stand, and my two friends: the Fuck, and the Challenge. The Fuck comes first. It's much thicker than most natural cocks but I can take it easily. I kneel on the bath mat, knees apart, and adjust the mirror so I can see myself. My cunt is so compact and innocent-looking (a little like me perhaps?!); belying the absolute caning I give it from time to time. I squirt some lube onto the head of my friend, position him just at the outer lips and lower myself down. They part and it slides in easily. I love watching the fat outer lips separate, and the inner lips, stretched paper thin and blood-red, grip my friend as I very, very slowly inch down.

This first stage of the fuck is very intense. I love the sensation of being filled up; the friction of the phallus against the walls of my cunt. I don't have to move much - I just hover and enjoy it. Then I start to barely, imperceptibly slide up and down, so gently you'd hardly notice it. First orgasm. It's a restrained one - I frown, my eyes squeezed shut, holding my breath until the flutters subside.

Second stage of the fuck. I step up the pace. Momentarily look sideways into the full-length mirror hung on the door and I'm not surprised to see my neck and face flushed bright pink. Involuntarily I tighten up inside and my hips begin to buck forwards and down until my friend is bumping up into my cervix. I'm now breathing hard but still watching. Second orgasm. I moan and gasp, thrusting down with each contraction. Fuck it's good. I wonder if this is what it's like with a real cock, with a real person attached (it's been too long, the memory of the sensation has long faded). Will it be as intense? Or too distracting? Frightening even?

I recover from the orgasm and decide I'm ready for the Challenge. I very gently ease the Fuck out of me, remembering how bruised and swollen I felt last time, and as it leaves me I see just how wet I am. It's literally oozing out of me and dripping onto the towel.

The Challenge is a big guy, tapered at the top. I've never been able to get him all the way in but I'm a determined little bitch when I'm in the mood. I need more lube. The stupid little pump pack I bought can't get the stuff out fast enough. I ease it underneath me and lower down.

I've noticed that there is a ring of fleshy tissue about halfway up inside my cunt. I tend to arrive at an impasse at this point with most of my Challenges. If I can push past the pain then I know I'm home free (and the pleasure/pain sensation beyond this is exquisite). I change into a squatting position, on tippy toes, to try and open up my pelvis. I wiggle around, make circles, but it's no good. I feel my perineum stretching and I'm aware that this is a problem area during childbirth.

I decide to change tack. I take my ensemble over to the toilet seat and straddle it, facing the cistern. Gravity holds my legs down and the pressure is intense, it hurts so much but feels so good. I am seriously fucking horny now and absolutely covered in lube. It's all over my ass, the inside of my thighs and on my hands. I work the Challenge as hard as I can without hurting myself too much but I can feel I'm tiring. I lower my right hand down and start gently rubbing my clit with my index finger. Quickly realise this isn't going to take long. I slip my left hand inside my shirt and grab my left nipple between my forefinger and thumb while I work at my impending orgasm. It takes about ten seconds. Surprisingly it's not an explosive one this time, but a delicious, gradual one. I watch through slitted eyes as the tingly warmth slowly creeps up my body at the same time as my cunt contracts, taking in a further centimetre or so more of my Challenge. This is the best bit by far. Pleasure and pain enmeshed together.

I lift myself off, wipe myself over with the towel, and throw everything into the sink for a good wash. I dry and put everything away, and return to just being mum. For now.

Amaryllis

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