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cock.  It was the one topic that had the
potential to totally unman him.  He respected his wife’s reservation about anal
sex.  Their sex life was great without it, but...
    “I haven’t done it that often
myself and only with my husband,” she confessed.
    “You’re married?” he
queried.  He hadn’t even considered the possibility.
    “Yes, but it’s a long story
that I don’t want to get into right now.  Let me do this for you.  One night
where you forget the rules and take the pleasure being offered to you.”
    “You don’t have to sleep with
me just because I offered you some food and somewhere to sleep for the night,”
John protested, trying to be honourable.
    “I know I don’t.  I just want
to give you pleasure.  You’re a wonderfully generous man in a world where
people look the other way rather than help the less fortunate.  That man could
have raped me or worse killed me and dumped my body somewhere tonight if you
hadn’t rescued me.  I want to show my appreciation.”
    She stood up and shrugged out
of the robe.  And he was lost.  Her erect nipples seemed to be begging for his
lips, her trim waist small enough for him to span with his large hands.  When
she turned slowly around, it was no longer a question of if he would take her
up on her offer, but how many times he would need to bury himself in her sweet
perfect behind until he was completely sated.
    “Come to me,” he commanded
softly, switching off the bedside lamp as he reached for her.
    What was done in darkness
didn’t have to come to light.
    He pulled her down on top of
him and caressed the taut cheeks of her behind as he kissed her.  Running his
finger gently between the mounds, he found the tightly-closed pucker of her
anus and rimmed her lightly with his fingertip.  She might have had anal sex
before, but not in recent months—her rectum was as petite as the rest of her. 
His seven-inch cock was an average endowment for a tall man, but it was thick
and the head was slightly bulbous.
    Slipping his hand downwards
he ran his fingers over her pussy lips.  The moisture spilling out of her was
too much to resist and reaching his left hand between them, he sunk two fingers
deep inside her.  Then he moistened the long middle finger of his other hand
and breached her tight anus.  She gasped and bit down gently on his upper chest
as he slowly but relentlessly buried the finger to the hilt.
    “Are you sure you want to do
this?” he asked, kissing the top of her head and giving her one last chance to
change her mind.
    “Yes,” she moaned.  “I want
it as much as you do.”
    “Tell me if it hurts too
much.”  He circled her anus with a second finger and worked it inside her with
short, firm thrusts as he slipped a third finger into her eager-and-ready-to-accommodate
pussy.  He was almost torn between its slippery warmth and the tight resistance
of her rectum.  Almost, but he was now too consumed by the anticipated delight
of sinking into the velvet darkness of her anus;  her pussy would not satisfy
the craving that had been building inside him from the moment she had first
made the offer of her sweet behind.
    But he was easily more than
twice the size of the two fingers he had only just begun to work smoothly in
and out of her.  It would take an eternity—too long.
    “I’m going to embarrass
myself in a minute if I don’t...,”  he warned.  Slipping his fingers out of her pussy,
he opened the fly of his pyjamas and slid into her clutching warmth.  She
gasped as he held her hips in place and buried himself deeply.
    She really was the tightest
little thing, he thought, as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts and
caress her nipples.  The hard points grazed his palms and he immediately pulled
her upwards to suck on one of the tempting morsels.  In the darkness and in his
haste to prepare her to receive his full length in her rectum, he had forgotten
the dusky pink points that had driven him out of his mind