“Great idea Cindy. You’ve really got a fantastic cunt, by the way. I can’t believe how tight you are, particularly after having four kids,” I said, pulling my still raging hardon out of her clasping passage. Cindy turned to me and we embraced, exchanging a long, probing kiss, my cuntjuice covered cock sliding around on her sweaty abdomen. “Let’s get to the bedroom Jim. Bring the butter too.” I could only hope that she meant what I thought she did by that last comment. She didn’t wait to see what I would do, but headed straight back to the bedroom. Grabbing the butter dish, I followed, lured by the sight of that luscious ass and what I knew was hidden between those tight cheeks. The area between her thighs was covered with a shiny coating of her juices, as was her ass where the butter had smeared from my digital-anal attack. I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next, and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. Reaching the bedroom ahead of me, Cindy crawled up on to it on all fours, pointing her incredible ass directly at me as I entered the room carrying the butter dish and an enormous erection. Her pussy lips, coated thickly with the evidence of her lust, were red and swollen - mute testimony to her excitement. Without saying a word, she lowered her head and shoulders to the bed, and, reaching back with both hands, spread her ass cheeks as far apart as she could which gave me a clear view of not only her very delicious looking cunt, but the puckered rosebud of her anus as well, glistening with a coating of butter from its recent finger reaming. Stepping up to the bed, I took a large quantity of soft, creamy butter and began to further lubricate Cindy’s backdoor. She moaned with pleasure as my fingers rimmed the edge of her anal opening and then gently slid inside carrying a good portion of lubricant with them. One, two, then three fingers disappeared into Cindy’s clenching rear entrance as she groaned her approval of the invasion. I began to slowly stroke my fingers in and out of the tight opening as she moved her hips back and forth pushing herself onto my probing digits. She moaned in protest when I finally removed my buttery fingers from her now relaxed asshole. “Don’t worry Cindy, I’m going to put something much more interesting than my fingers there in just a moment,” I said as I scooped up more butter and began to thoroughly coat my throbbing cock. “Are you ready for my cock?” “Are you kidding? If you don’t get that cock in my ass pretty soon, I may go crazy just thinking about it.” Not wishing to prolong her agony, and definitely wanting to feel myself enveloped by her backside, I moved closer to Cindy, placing the very tip of my butter coated cock at the entrance to her anal portal. For a moment or two I enjoyed the site of my cock poised to invade Cindy’s most secret passage and I gave her a little rim job with the head… just a tease for what was to come. Feeling my cock at her entrance, Cindy began to push back, seeking to be impaled upon my manhood. Grasping the slippery shaft firmly in one hand, I began to slowly push forward into the tight ring of muscle which formed her anal opening, watching carefully as it began to stretch to accomodate me. Even though I had liberally greased her entrance, and my cock was also coated with a large quantity of slippery stuff, and, having just probed her back channel with three fingers, there was still quite a lot of resistance to this new invasion. I heard Cindy’s breathing increase as I attempted to push past her initial barrier. I saw the opening continue to stretch, the wrinkles smoothing out as she began to accept the huge cock pushing into her. Suddenly, and to the relief of both of us, her anal mouth slipped over the ridge at the head of my cock, leaving only the smooth shaft to come behind. I paused for a moment, giving us both a chance to adjust to the new situation. I could feel the heat of her insides and the fluttering, clenching, massaging action of her rectal muscles on the head of my cock. I nearly came on the spot, which would have ruined the experience for both of us, but somehow summoned the willpower to hold back. I didn’t push forward again until I felt her push back with her hips as she signaled her desire for more penetration. Neither of us spoke, but the sound of our breathing, and the moans of mutual satisfaction said volumes. Slowly, slowly, just portions of an inch at a time, my steely shaft dissappeared into her asshole, which was pushed in by the pressure of the penetration. It seemed hot in the room now and I could see beads of sweat forming on Cindy’s back and feel it forming all over my body. Cindy let go of her ass cheeks for a moment, and reaching back between her legs, used her hands to tell her how much cock was left outside her ass. It was about three inches. Putting her hands and arms back on the bed for leverage, she suddenly pushed back firmly, and gasped loudly as she impaled herself on the last few inches of my cock. My balls were now resting against the slick skin of her naked pussy, my thighs pressing tightly against hers, my cock completely engulfed. Holding my position deep inside her, I began to use my p.c. muscles to make my cock twitch, which brought an immediate reaction from Cindy. She responded by rythmicly clenching her rectal tissues around my cock, massaging its entire length with her warmth. What incredible sensations we were both experiencing, and I hadn’t even started to stroke yet. “Oh, God, Jim, your cock feels so good in my ass. I never knew it could be this way.” With a thrill, I realized that I was taking her anal cherry. “You mean this is your first ass fuck?” “Yes, Jim, you’re the first to have me back there. Bill has asked about it before, but until today, I never realized that it could be anything but painful. Now, let’s quit talking and get down to some serious butt banging.” Wasting no time, I began to pull back, unsheathing my cock, watching as the flesh which had been pushed in on my insertion began to move in the other direction, exposing some of the pink interior of her back door. I pulled back slowly until only the head of my cock was contained, and then began to slowly, but not as slowly as at first, push the entire length back inside. Again and again I repeated the procedure, establishing a rythmn and picking up speed gradually until I was poling her with my entire length with a speed and force that pleased both of us. Cindy began to use her hands to play with her pussy, stroking her clit and plunging several fingers in her empty cunt hole, increasing the pressure on my cock. I gripped her hips in both hands and began to increase the force and speed of my thrusts, watching as though hypnotized as my long, greasy, prick easily slipped in and out of that tight opening. Cindy began to cum first, her fingers a blur as she stroked her clit. My first clue was the sudden clamping down by her anal ring around the base of my cock as the first wave of her orgasm struck. Clench, unclench. Clench, unclench. Her insides alternately grabbed and released me as her climax rolled through her body. I doubled my efforts, seeking my own release, and soon I was slamming into her ass, glad for the abundance of lubricant which enabled me to fuck Cindy’s butt with abandon. She became even more wild, and I began to have trouble staying in the saddle. Feeling the beginnings of my own climax, I shortened my strokes and tightened my grip on her hips, driving toward what I felt was going to be the most powerful orgasm I had yet experienced. Then, it was upon me. My balls twitched and I buried my entire length into her clenching, gripping asshole and held it there as my sperm began to spew. She came again, feeling the heat of my injection, and her muscle action was all that was required to milk my balls. After the first several spurts, I began to fuck again, my slimy produce adding to the slipperiness of her back channel, and my cock continued to jerk - pouring forth more and more come. There was so much that it could not be contained by her asshole and it began to leak out, running down over her pussy and dripping to the bed. I couldn’t stop cumming. Even after my balls were drained dry, my cock stayed hard and I could feel the contractions of muscles which were trying to ejaculate semen which just wasn’t there. My vision blurred, and for a moment I felt like I was going to black out. Then the moment passed and I was aware that Cindy had been powerfully moved as well, her ass still clasping the remains of my erection firmly within her liquid depths. Cindy fell forward and I fell with her, and we lay on the bed together, my cock still embedded in her ass. We rolled on our sides and my gradually softening member began to withdraw until finally, the action of her rectal tissues forced it out completly and it plopped wetly against her thigh. I held Cindy close in my arms, nuzzling and kissing the back of her neck and her shoulders, my hand reaching around her body to gently stroke her belly and breasts. Our breathing was still somewhat labored from our excertions, and I could feel Cindy’s body still shaking and quivering in the aftermath of her powerful orgasms.
Looking over her shoulder, I noted what appeared to be a tear crawling down her cheek. A stab of fear penetrated my guts at the thought that I might have hurt this beautiful woman who had given me such intense pleasure. “Cindy. Cindy. Are you all right,” I asked turning her to at least partially face me. “Yes, Jim. I’m OK. I’m crying because I’ve never felt as much pleasure as you’ve given me today. I’m crying because we may have started something that will be hard for us to control or stop. I’m crying because I have to go home to Bill now, and I know that he’ll be able to tell that something is different. I don’t know what’s going to happen then. Just hold me, Jim, please.” Her words cut through me like a knife. By losing control of myself, had I caused heartache to another? Had I let my own needs and the sorrow of my own loss spoil the future for Bill and Cindy? One part of me hated Bill for not meeting the needs of this beautiful woman I was holding in my arms so tenderly, just moments after having pounded her nearly senseless with my manhood. Another part hated was disappointed with me for letting things go so far. The optimist within me said that things would all work out, somehow. And it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Cindy extracted herself from my embrace, standing next to the bed, looking beautiful, a ‘just fucked’ expression on her flawless face. She was smiling, in spite of her tears, as she looked down at me. “You’re a mess, Jim, and so am I. Can I use your shower?” “Of course you can. Lots of clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet.” “Aren’t you coming with me?” My stomach did a flip. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” “Why not? Jim, we can’t deny what’s happened between us. We’ve always been attracted to one another. Don’t try to tell me you never fantasized about what it would be like to make love to me even while Lana was alive.” I couldn’t deny the truth of her words, and didn’t attempt to protest further. But I didn’t move off the bed either. “Come on, Jim, let’s go clean up and then we can decide what we’re going to do about Bill.” She reached out to me with her well manicured hands and favored me with one of her room lighting smiles. I melted inside and once more refused to think about consequences. Taking her hands in mine, I stood before her and we looked at one another for a moment. Then, we kissed. Not passionately, but tenderly, affectionately, like lovers. My arms were around her and I molded her body to mine, feeling her breasts press into me, her nipples still firmly erect, her passion still smoldering - but not out. We broke the embrace by mutual consent and proceeded to the shower. What happened there and later is another story.
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