Fiona Flask: Anal: Three-Book Anal Erotica Bundle

“Does this feel like I’m lying to you?”

It was the first time I’d touched anyone but my husband, and it was a shock to me. “Wow. Um, no I’d say that would make your statement accurate.”

I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t help noticing that he was a pretty good size, and he already had a drop of precum on the tip of his cock. A flutter went through my stomach, and I asked myself if I was really going to do this. I mean, I wasn’t exactly ashamed of my body, just, not up to the standard that was walking around the club. I stayed in shape and nothing on me was plastic, but sometimes, that just didn’t cut it anymore. These days, the standards seem to suck women inward. Black holes in their stomaches. Everyone wants to be a stick.

“Are you going to make me beg to see more of you?” asked the man.

I couldn’t believe that he was still being serious. I was nervous and fumbling, but I slowly slid my trembling hands to the hem of my shirt and started to ease it up. I paused once, but with a deep breath, I managed to pull my shirt up higher than the underwire on my bra. I could do this. When my shirt was on the floor, he looked at me with an appreciative glance.

“I like what I see. Don’t keep me waiting, I can get very impatient.” He winked at me, and it sent delicious shivers through me. Part of me wanted to see what would happen if he did get impatient, but I knew that I had to take it easy the first time, because I might only get a first time. Not all young men wanted an older woman over the tight flesh that was bouncing around outside of the curtain. I slowly reached back to unhook my bra and shimmied it off to join my shirt. I watched as his hand strayed to his cock and started to rub it gently. Jeez, how old was this man, anyway? This kid? This boy? He looked about 22 or 23. His muscles were lean, his skin was smooth and his cock was harder than any I’d ever seen.

Watching him get turned on to me, made me get turned on, and it gave me a boost of confidence. I grabbed the button on my jeans and slowly slipped out of the hole, before I slid the zipper down in an agonizingly slow movement. His hand started to go faster as I began to push my jeans down. I hadn’t worn panties, just in case, and I could see his eyes get wide when he took me in. “Wow. You look amazing.”

I smiled my thanks and he patted the bed.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said.

I was a tornado of emotions. I was nervous, but extremely pleased that I could turn on this young stud, and I was turned on myself.

“Well, if you insist,” I teased. I got back on the bed, but I was hesitant. He was lying on his side, facing me, so I mirrored his pose. He looked at me for a short while, then his hand slowly breached the space between us and grabbed my breast. Electricity shot through my body, like plugging in an old machine that hadn’t worked in years and was now getting a turbo charge. I leaned my head back and moaned as he continued to massage my breast. My eyes closed of their own accord, and then I felt a gentle push. I was already off balance, so I was pushed onto my back, and before I knew what was happening, both of his hands were on me, pinching gently, pushing my breasts around, and tugging on my nipples. I didn’t expect the sensations to be so sharp. Granted, it had been a long time since the girls got taken out for a spin, but I didn’t think things would intensify so much. Feeling a man’s skin on mine after all that time was unlike anything else. I let out a moan of pleasure, and then I heard him laugh softly. I was about to ask him what was so funny, but I didn’t get a chance to, because his mouth was now on mine. It started off soft and gentle, but then it turned frantic. It was almost like we had to devour each other in order to survive. Our tongues were in a duel that didn’t seem to end, until he pushed his whole tongue into my mouth, and I latched onto it, sucking on it gently. He moaned, and I could bet that he was imagining my mouth on his cock.

Slowly, almost lazily, he trailed his tongue down my jaw, along my neck, to my breast. I shuddered under him, and I could feel myself growing wet. We hadn’t even done much and I was already hot for him. How could that happen? He sucked on my nipple, and it took less than a second for it to stand straight up. He nipped it gently, and I cried out in surprise. When I looked down at his face, he was wearing a devilish grin. I almost reprimanded him, but then his hand closed over the other nipple and twisted and tugged on it, and my eyes rolled up into my head. He transferred his mouth to the other nipple, and the rush of cold air on my wet nipple was enough to make me moan and reach to the back of his head and tug on his hair. I wanted to hold on to him so I could feel like I was anchored. It seemed like everything I’d always wanted from my husband, but couldn’t get, was happening now, and it would all be a dream that slipped away in the night if I didn’t grab on and hold tight. I moaned again as he nipped me. This time my hands were tangled in his hair, and when I tightened my grip on his soft curls, he moaned with me.

“Why don’t you tell me what it was that you wanted to try,” he said, after a while.

I hadn’t expected him to ask. I thought he would just take his pleasure however he wanted it. That’s what my husband used to do, after all, and I was used to that. True, I had never been very vocal, but he had never asked me if there was anything he could do to make things better for me. Now, here was my chance. Here was my moment to tell him about my fantasy… About how I’d always wanted a man’s thick, hard cock to stretch my asshole wide and hammer away at me. I wanted cum inside my other hole. All I had to do was open my mouth and ask this young man. I was sure he would be game. He would delight in it. He would be ecstatic to take my anal virginity.

But… still, I was nervous. Still, I was shy…

“When my husband and I had sex,” I said, slowly, unsure of where my sentence would end, “it was always in the missionary position, and I never got to do anything else.” He stopped nuzzling my breast in surprise.

“You’re joking, right? You never did anything? No foreplay, nothing?” He looked genuinely shocked, and it made me feel bad when I shook my head yes. “Wow,” he said. “I guess this is more serious than I thought. Alright. I’m going to let you take charge, then. You tell me what you want me to do. Does that sound OK? That way you won’t have to worry about being pushed out of your comfort zone, and you can have the fun you wanted to have trying these things out.” I smiled at him. Why couldn’t I have married this man instead of my husband? Oh yeah, he hadn’t been around at the time… as in, not born yet. I pushed all of those thoughts from my head before I answered him.

“I would feel better if you kind of guided me along, and that way, if I don’t like it I can just stop.” I still wasn’t comfortable enough to just tell him to fuck me in the ass. To take my ass and pound me…

He held up his hands as if he were surrendering. “That’s fine with me, beautiful.”

He leaned down and got my nipples to stand back at attention before I even knew what was happening. I moaned and arched my back, throwing my breasts against his face. I felt his tongue lick at the cleavage between my breasts before slowly starting to trail down over my stomach, and then lower down to my core. My legs were trembling slightly as he put his hands on either side of my knees and pushed them apart. I had an idea of what was going to happen, after all, I knew all about these things from my girlfriends, and the stories we’d swapped about our husbands, but I’d never actually been privileged enough to experience it. He flicked his tongue out and I almost jumped out of my skin.