The Need

I lay on top of her. Spread her willing legs apart and eased my way into her. I helped myself to her.

I didn’t think of it as fucking her, not yet. Sure enough I was inside her, as deep inside as I could manage but I lay quite still on top of her, feeling her surrounding me.

Sometimes it just takes me like that. The longing, the ACHING to be inside of her, and I tell her I can’t wait and she humours me. She satisfies my craving for the closest human contact it is possible to have.

I gathered her up in my arms and pressed my face down into the angle of her neck and shoulder and breathed in deeply. Although there is no perceptible scent this just gives me a deep feeling of satisfaction. Maybe there are pheromones there, acting on me subliminally, or maybe it’s just that in that position the skin of my face is in contact with the as much of her soft skin as is possible

Then, ever so gently, she started contracting her pelvic floor muscles. Kegel wasn’t a name anybody used when Heather was expecting Son, but she kept up with the exercises she was given, with all the attendant benefits that brings. She now has such good muscle tone wouldn’t realise she’d twice given birth. (You’re just going to have to take my word for this).

For all that it felt marvellous and in spite of her determination, there was no way I was going to be able to come just like that. I have heard tales of women being able to bring their partners off purely by muscular contractions. Maybe it is possible to ripple the different muscle groups. Has anybody out there experienced this? I suggested another way to bring about the same effect and reluctantly pulled out of her.

After a quick rummage in our ’toy-box’ I emerged with the inflatable butt plug, the realistic ’modeled-on-an-actual porn-star’ dildo and our new best friend, the njoy. I lubed up the plug and all around her arsehole and eased it in. Then I eased myself back in next door and started to inflate gradually, while slowly rocking back and forth. Several times I inflated to the point where she winced, deflated a little and then pushed on a little more. There was an incredibly satisfying sense of fullness, of being enveloped by her. I didn’t ask Heather how she felt. I didn’t have to. The closed eyes, the parted lips and the creased brow said it all.

Then, when she had just about taken enough, I suddenly deflated again, pulled out and swung round so that we were lying head to toe beside each other. I asked her to pick up the njoy.

”I don’t want you to freak out or anything” I told her ”But I want you to see if you can get that thing into my arse” and with that I straddled her and buried my face in her crotch and started tonguing her as I inflated her plug once more.

This was not an entirely novel experience for me, but on this occasion it was just not working. I was simply not relaxed enough and, for all that I wanted it, it felt like she was trying to push a telegraph pole up there.

Eventually we gave up, but I had one more thing I wanted to try. I deflated her plug and carefully drew it out.

”Stand up” I commanded. ”There, by the side of the bed”

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards me.

”Now sit down” I said and guided her until her distended arsehole was hovering over my cock. With both hands supporting her I eased her down onto me and she let out a long deep sigh as she was impaled. Then a sharper gasp as I reached round her waist and pushed the dildo up into her cunt.

She started pushing up and down, riding my length. She lay her head back on my shoulder and as the waves of her orgasm started to wash over her she scrabbled for the njoy and used it to work her clit.

She came, biting her lip out of consideration for daughter and her friend, asleep down the hallway. She came with me deep in her guts, a pornstar’s penis nudging her cervix and a little nub of cold, polished steel worrying away at her clitoris.

Then she went limp in my lap like a ragdoll, a child’s toy grotesquely skewered on my meat.

I clasped my arms around her and we rolled onto the bed. Gently I pulled out of her, laid her out flat on her back and entered her again. I know that anal sex is not always that pleasant for her after she has come, she contracts too much, but I was too far gone to stop now. I cupped her face in my hands and looked at her in a way that I hoped would convey that I was sorry, but there was nothing I could do but try and finish as soon as possible. The look of mild resignation on her face confirmed that she knew I had The Need and she wasn’t going to deny me even though it might cost her some discomfort.

And so I slid in and out of that sweet arse. I sat back and watched myself sliding in and out, I laid a thumb in her still soaking cleft and hooked it round into her cunt and all the while she gritted her teeth and I wondered how long it would take me to come and if she was going to be able to hold out.

And then I came. Hammering into her, despite myself. Ignoring the wince on her face and the tear in her eye as I tried to get deeper and deeper…



Her voice is different when we’re lying together afterwards. It takes on a soft fuzzy quality. I can’t remember just what she said to me as she stroked the hair from my forehead and traced her forefinger through the sweat-sodden hairs of my chest, but as I close my eyes now I can still hear the sound of her voice.






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