It was the mid eighties, and graduation meant, summer vacation. It also meant that, come fall, you put on a suit and go job hunting. “You’re an adult now.” the parents ranted. “You need to get into the work force. We’re going to start charging you rent now.” Well, if hell was coming, then you’d have to make the best of your freedom while you still had it.

One week, that’s what we figured we’d have, with the budget we’d saved up. My best bud and I managed to get my old clunker tuned up, and get some camping gear at the builders emporium. A tent, camp stove, and cooler. Some tools and basic necessities. Hitting the beaches, and campsites along the California coast, before heading home, to be responsible adults.

On the fourth evening, we ended up a small campsite. Setup camp and settled in. We talked about the trip so far and how it was a shame it would end tomorrow. Things took a turn for the bizarre after ruminating about what we had to lose got old. My bud Mick, suddenly went off the wall with, “Ya ever think about what it wold be like to be the women, while having sex?”

I almost spit my soda across the tent. “The fuck are talking about?” I asked. “I’m a guy, I don’t have a pussy, you know. It would be impossible to be fucked like a chick.” But, I still began to think about it.

“Look Dale.” he stated in reply. “There is another hole there.” I wasn’t sure I liked where this was headed. But he soldiered on. “I’m not saying I wanna, but the thought intrigues me.”

I rolled over and looked him square in the eye. “Dude...That is so gay.” I tried to make my voice sound menacing, but felt a laugh coming on at the absurdity of the conversation. “Next time you feel the need to be a woman, let me know. I’ll find someone to make you their bitch.”

We both had a good laugh. But after a while Mick elbowed me in the side. “Wanna try?” he asked in a low whisper. “You know...make me your bitch?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was about to read him the riot act when he continued. “I don’t mean for real.” he qualified. “Just, you know, some dry humping.” his voice shook a bit. “Skin on skin, just to see what it feels like.”

I couldn’t believe I was actually considering it. I asked him. “What do you mean, feels like?”

“I mean, I kinda want to know what it feels like to have someone else prick poking at me.” He mumbled. “I wouldn’t want it inside, it’d hurt too much, I think.”

I sighed, sat up and faced him. “Dude. I’m all for experimenting, but do you know what you’re asking?” I needed to know that he knew. I was a bit freaked out that I actually wanted to participate.

“I know.” he stated. “I wouldn’t even consider this, with anyone but my best bud.” His eyes were clear as he looked at me, and I knew he was serious.

I just shook my head, sighed and looked him dead in the eyes. “Ok man … Only cuz it’s you.” trying to stiffen my resolve. “Shed the threads, and get ready.” Then I felt a stirring in my crotch, and finished with, “My bitch.”

When he stood, I cold see he was already hard, by the tent in his sweatpants. He noticed me looking and grinned as he undressed. I could feel my own dick getting hard, and he’d know it as soon as I stood. We’d known each other most of our lives. Never hid anything before, no sense trying to now. So I stood p and began disrobing.

Ok, yes, I’d seen him naked before, and he me. This was the first time, though, that it kind of turned me on. Maybe it was just the situation that did it. “How do you want to do this?” I asked him.

“How about doggy style.” he said with a crooked grin. “Since I’m gonna be your bitch, I might as well kneel like one. Right?” I felt my cock stiffen even more, and hoped he hadn’t noticed it twitch.

The tent was dimly lit, only one lantern in the corner, and it was full dark out. No moon that night, that I can recall. Mick was facing away from me, on all fours and I knelt behind him and put my hands on his hips. “I’m just gonna rub my cock up and down your crack.” I said. My voice wavering slightly.

“Mmm...That should be good.” Mick replied, and shook his hips a bit. As I pressed my hips against his buttocks and my cock, made contact with his skin, I felt a shock, a thrill run through my body.

The heat of his body against my throbbing cock was pretty intense. I was running my length along the crack between his ass cheeks, and I began to get a bit hazy. Feelings were welling up in me that hadn’t before. It really was feeling like I was going to have sex with a woman.

Mick was ‘Ooohing and ‘Aahhing’ like a bad voice over in a porno, and I was rewarding it with a few, “Take it all bitch!” and some “yeah! Ride that thick prick!” I’m not big. But I have a respectable cock. Nothing to balk at. So did Mick.

This went on for a few minutes, and I leaned in over his back. I felt my cock slip down between his thighs. He felt it too, but couldn’t move with me leaning on him. My length throbbed once down there and I heard him gasp. “Wait!” he pleaded. “You aren’t thinking of really …?” his question trailed off. I felt him tense.

“Just don’t move.” I commanded. “I don’t know what’s happening.” I’m sure he heard the slight panic in my tone. “Maybe I’ll just cum and that’ll be that.” I heard him sigh.

“Dale.” he whispered back to me, sounding a bit mournful. “I started this. If you need it, I won’t hold it against you.” Then he released his arms and feel forward. His face now down on the sleeping bag. This pushed his ass up toward me and I feel my cock pushing against his sphincter. I gasped.

“Mick” I said, then cleared my throat. “If I move, it’s going in, and there’s no going back.” I felt him tense, then he took the decision out of my hands and pushed his hips back. I felt my cock pop through his sphincter and into his anus. He grunted and began whimpering. Then he sighed.

“Here we are, Dale.” I could hear the slight trembling in his voice. “I’m ok, finish me. Finish making me your bitch.” then he chuckled a bit.

“Seriously?” I heard my voice crack. “You really ant me to fuck you, like I’d fuck a chick?”

“Umm Hmmm.” was all I heard and he pushed back again. I slid further in. It was too much. I sat back up. Grabbed his hips and pushed.

We were fortunate to be the only campers in the campground. Mick screamed as I pushed my cock balls deep into his ass. Then I grabbed his hips tight and held myself there. “Fuck! You are tight!” I grunted out through clenched teeth. If I moved right now, I’d cum. I had to calm down and maintain my composure.

After a minute, I began pulling back, then pushing forward. Slowly trying to build a rhythm that would let me feel every bump and ridge, and every flex as Mick clenched his tunnel each time I pushed in. I sighed every time he whimpered at me cock hitting bottom. It wouldn’t be too long before I lost it and filled him up with my cum.

I’d just hit my stride, when … “Don’t try to hold back man.” Mick huffed. A bit breathlessly. “If ya gotta blow, ya gotta blow.” he continued. “It’s all good … So, Good.” That last sounded a bit like he was stoned. So I shrugged and went in for the big finale.

I gripped his hips and began fucking him with abandon. Going balls deep with each thrust, and pulling back almost all the way out, then back in again. Over and over, until I felt that knot in my gut. It made me clench, and I wanted just one more thrust. Just one more after that.

One more never came. But I did. “Holy Shit!” I screamed. “I can't hold it, I’m cumming!” I grabbed Mick’s hips and forced my cock as deep as it would go and let loose a hot stream of cum inside him. At first it was painful, then as if a pressure valve was released, it became a steady stream of hot fluids.

“Haa…” I heard from Mick. Head buried in the sleeping bag’s hood. “Haa...HOT! It burns!” He cried out. I was wondering if I should pull out, but, as if reading my mind, he said. “Keep it in, Finish it.” SO I did.

Minutes later. Though it felt like forever. My spasms subside and I could feel my dick begin to shrivel. I let Mick go and he fell onto his sleeping bag. And I moved over to mine.

“That how you fuck your girlfriend? Mick asked. It sounded a bit like an accusation.

“Pretty Much.” I admitted. “Though most times I like Missionary. I like sucking her tits while I fuck her.” Making sucking sounds afterwards. Mick laughed.

“Wanna trade sleeping bags?” Mick asked. “I’ll let you sleep in the wet spot.”

“No Thanks,” I said and shook my hands, as if trying to shaking some unseen goo off of them. “It’s all yours pal.”

Indignantly, Mick replied. “Hey! Suck my dick asshole, you made this mess.”

Without much thought. (I’m still at a loss for my lack of hesitation.) “If you want.” I stated. “C’mon over, I’ll kiss it real nice.” I said in a matter of fact tone.

Nah…” he began. “I’m too tired, and we need to get an early start in the morning.” He flipped over. Put a towel between himself and the bag, “But thanks for offering.” Then he closed his eyes and slept.

We got home about mid afternoon the next day. Said our goodbyes as if we’d see each other the next day, and went about our lives. Summer passed and we spoke casually while planning for the fall. Job hunting, scheming to make our fortunes.

It was late October, when Mick’s phone rang out of order and when I rove by there was a for sale sign up. He and his whole family had moved away. No notice, no goodbyes, just gone. That caused me a fair amount of emotional difficulty for some months.

I stopped concentrating on job hunting and decided to go back to school. But when my Dad told me I’d still have to pay rent, I applied for the first job that didn’t require much work, and gave me time to study while on the job. Yup .. I became a security guard.

Two years of graveyard shifts at construction sites. Then four hour classes after a quick breakfast, with enough time after to catch about 4 or 5 hours of sleep, grab dinner and start all over again. I cam away with an Associates Degree, and foolishly decided this was a cake walk and I’d go for my Bachelors.

My social life is what suffered most during this time. However, I did meet a real freaky gal in class that knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to grab it. Third year, I met her at a luncheon the class held at a local family restaurant to discuss upcoming exams. It got boring after the business was taken care of, and everyone just wanted socialize.

She thought so too, and begged me for a ride when I announced I’d be leaving. Once in the car, she thanked me for helping her escape. “Where can I drop you off?” I asked her.

“Your place will do.” she said, without hesitation.

“Ummm...My place?” I asked, completely nonplussed. “Why my place?”

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Because I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

And that was the start of a four year relationship that gained me more sexual experience than I could have hoped for. Turned out, she was into everything from anal sex to Zapping.

(For those who don’t know Zapping was a quick form of E-Stim. Like touching a nine volt battery to your tongue, gals would insert a nine volt battery into their pussy for the stimulation.)

A real “A-to-Z” Sex Fiend this one was, and I enjoyed every minute of it. She introduced me to pegging, after I’d confided in her about my first, and since then, only same sex encounter. I have to say, It wasn’t bad, I actually kinda liked it. Snowballing took a little getting used to. But I found that my diet had a lot to do with the taste and consistency.

After graduation, I immediately got a job with a Communications firm, as a field tech, and was all over the state every day. She hadn’t gotten work yet, but she’d ride with me some days. We’d stop for lunch and a quickie on the beach, or in the mountains.

After about six months, she stopped riding along. Another six months later, she moved back to Nebraska. “Nothing to do there but drink and fuck.” she told me. “I’m all about drinking and fucking.”

Never saw her again. But my career took off. By the time she’d been gone a year, I was now Senior Lead Tech, and not only had a damn fine salary, but a 401k and Stock options.

A year after my probation on the job was up, I’d saved enough to rent my own place and leave Dad and Mom to their own devices. Wouldn’t ya know it. Dad showed his true colors, saying I couldn’t leave because they depended on my rent.

Mom’s response, God love hat woman, was, “Go get yourself a job Hank. You’ve bee a couch potato too long.” Dad cringed. “You’re not too old to work, and if you want to sleep in the same bed with me again, you’ll lay off your son and worry about us.”

That ended that. At least until the holidays rolled around, and Dad would tell me how tired he was going back to work. I love my family, I really do. But I’m glad I’m on my own.

Life was going well. I met a woman. We got married. Had a son. She wasn’t prude, but she wasn’t sexually adventurous either. I had to teach her how to keep things interesting in the bedroom. It was give and take. Tit for tat, but it went well more many years. When our son turned fifteen, she decided to move out with him. Went to her mother. Said I worked too much.

The divorce wasn’t too messy, and we got joint custody. Child support drained me, but it would only be for three more years, I thought. Well, it didn’t last that long. She wasn’t too bright about it. As soon as the divorce was final, she re-married and got herself a job at her mother’s firm for three times my annual salary. The judge ruled that I no longer had to give her any money.

I’d now been with the communications firm for well over fifteen ears, and still going strong. I was planning on buying the house I’d been renting. I’d made improvements over the years, and the owner was getting ready to retire to to Florida and vacation the rest of his life away.

I dated on and off, but wasn’t keen to marry again. I was now in my late thirties, and hey… the younger generation was finding out that older men were better lovers than the immature punks. Besides, I’d developed a bit of gray at my temples. That and my sinister looking Van Dyke, mustache and goatee combo gave me that sort of mysterious look in the dim lights of the clubs.

My job took me to some of the richest and most prestigious business and corporate clients from the Silicon Valley, down to San Diego. Everyone needs to communicate. Telephones, computers, local and wide area networks. Even the newly emerging wireless communications. Not Radio communication, but the new cellular type. In the eighties, it was a fad, in the nineties it was emerging technology. Now? Well now it’s the standard. But moving along.

Y2k had come and gone and we were still here. The World didn’t explode or go careening into the sun, or anything like that. Me, still going strong for this company. Me celebrating my fortieth birthday, and a contract to install a huge phone system, with call center and individual single line phones for a large hospital complex. I had a crew of six techs with me and two months to complete the job.

One month in, wet got rained out and had to stop pulling new cables for the day. I decided to get lunch before driving home and stopped at a family restaurant a block away from the site. While waiting for my food, I heard my name called. Looking around I saw a somewhat athletic woman waving to me. She walked over, sat down without preamble, then said. “Long time no see, eh?” and sat there smiling.

I must have looked completely nonplussed now, because her smile grew wider. I recognized something in her eyes. Something familiar, then she said “Taken anyone camping lately?” I swear, my jaw hit the table.

Ok, now my mind was racing. Yes, this woman was about the same height as Mick was. Maybe even roughly the same build. But this woman had wider hips, and very impressive looking breasts. Not that that had much bearing. Her face was not a square as Mick’s was, but again, surgery. She was without a doubt a very attractive woman. If I were sizing her up to date, I would say extremely comely. But the eyes. Those were Mick’s eyes.

“Before this gets way too awkward,” she leaned in conspiratorially, and said. “I go by Michelle now.” Her tone was even, if a bit low. “Or Mich, if you like.” Then she leaned back against the backrest of the booth. I noticed then that her Adam's apple was barely visible. If there at all. I really couldn’t tell.

“Well, Mich, how the hell are ya?” I inquired. You seem … Ummm well.” I stammered.

“Quite the change, eh?” her smile never faded. She was hot for a forty something woman. “How do you like it? The new me?”

All I could come up with, while gaping at her and openly ogling her, was. “When?”

She just winked and made no effort to stop me or warn me not to stare at her. Then she went into the story of how her parents had found out about what happened while we camped out. Apparently one of her Mom’s friend’s brother was a park ranger, and had checked us in, and was keeping an eye on us from a distance that night.

I was too busy undressing ‘Mich’ with my eyes right now to be too surprised. She just giggled when she caught me.

They had moved away, supposedly to ‘Fix’ their wayward child and get him away form bad influences. After a year of their moaning and whining Mick had left and gotten temp jobs and an apartment and began seeing Doctors about transitioning. The thing that snapped me out of tearing her clothes off with my eyes, was her admission that it was the way I had held her, and treated her that night, that made her question her gender identity.

I had treated Mick, like a woman that night, because he had asked me to. Apparently it felt more than good. It had felt right, and he had pursued that path. Now Mich, was sitting across the table from him, smiling and allowing herself to be objectified. A flash of concern crossed my face and I looked down at my plate.

“You’ve got every right to look, Dale.” Mick used to have a hard edge to his voice. Mich didn’t. Her voice was smooth, with a slight lilt. “After all, I have you to thank for making me realize who I was.”

“You’re giving me too much credit there.” self deprecation was never my thing. I’m sure it sounded fake. “But you are gorgeous. You did well for yourself.” I finished.

You’re doing pretty good yourself, Mister Montalban.” she quipped. I guessed referring to the shocks of gray hair at my temples, contrasting my dark brown hair on top. The kind of Mist Rourke of Fantasy Island look Ricardo Montalban sported in the show. I sat back and patted the seat back and replied. “Rich Corinthian Leather.”

“Dork!” Mich shot back at me. And laughed. I was dropping into the same comfortable rhythm I always had with Mick. I had no doubt this mostly unrecognizable, Smoking Hot woman, was my best pal from childhood. We had twenty year to make up for, and I was eager to continue.

“Look, Dale.” Mich said, suddenly serious. “I’m on the clock. I’m working at the airport.” A smile came back. “Executive Assistant type stuff.” She scribbled something on my napkin, and slid it to me. “Call me.” she implored. “Seriously. Soon. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” And she was gone.

I looked at the napkin. Her number was there, and under it, just above a smiley face and a heart was written. “Your Bitch is back.” My heart tried to jump out of my chest, and my crotch sprang to life. I knew what she was saying, and now I was sure I’d been waiting for this all these twenty years.

A hundred different emotions were running laps inside my head. The first was, “He’s a guy. Your childhood friend.” my left brain screamed. “But look at her, she’s gorgeous!” screamed the right.

“Besides, you’ve already fucked her.” Then the left brain gave up. “You liked it too, I might add.”

There was no doubt that she wanted to do it again. Though I wasn’t sure if she wanted a relationship, or just another run at my cock. “Does it matter?” Did I just ask myself that? “No it really doesn’t. I want a piece of her too.”

I pulled out my phone, added her contact and number. Then sent a text. “If you’re free Friday, I have the whole weekend. Here’s my address. We have twenty years to catch up on.” <SEND>

I didn’t expect such a quick reply. Within minutes I got back a smiley face and a thumbs up.

A minute later, I got “BTW” and an eggplant and droplets. I had to look that up. When I did, a little blood rushed to my crotch.

When she was still Mick, he was about five foot nine and was fairly athletic. Not heavily muscular by any means. He played on the high school handball team. When we had gone on the camping trip, and I’d had the chance to feel his body, naked, his skin was smooth, not very hairy. Unlike The Ape named Ape here. Muscles not to hard, just firm, and his hips just round enough to not feel stiff.

In hindsight, he may have been just a bit effeminate back then, but he was my best friend, it wasn’t something I noticed. Or if I did, I never felt the need to say anything. I’d gotten a good look at his cock that night as well. About seven or eight inches hard. Circumcised and smooth down the shaft. Not a curve or twist in it. Just as clean and smooth as the rest of him.

Thinking back, he lacked hair most everywhere. If I’d thought of it, I would say it was because he wanted to look better in his sports uniform. Maybe too much hair wold chafe playing handball.

I didn’t care. He was just plain Mick to me. I snapped out of my reverie when I felt an uncomfortable tightness in my pants. “Well Fuck!” I was hot for Mich, wasn’t I?

I spent the rest of the week stocking up on what I thought was some of Mich’s favorites. Cleared up and stowed my work equipment in the garage.

About two o’clock, Friday afternoon, I got a text from Mich. Just a smiley face waving with the caption “See You Soon.” Well now, she was on her way. I finished last minute preps and grabbed a beer and went out on the porch to wait.

She stepped out of an Uber, not twenty minutes later, and I just stared at the site that was walking up to me.

All five foot nine of her was amazing. Mich still had chestnut hair, but now it fell around her shoulders instead of the high and tight Mick used to wear. I could see her lips, full and deep red as she approached. She wore a T-shirt with out favorite Old radio station logo, sleeves cut off, and midriff exposed. She’d gotten a naval piercing. I always thought those were hot. She wore tight, straight leg jeans, that were tucked into what looked like a pair of women’s Tony Lama shit kickers.

Her build looked almost the same, except her waist was just slightly thinner than before and I could see her breasts bounce under the loose T-Shirt. “She isn’t wearing a Bra?” But that wasn’t it. That wasn’t what made me scratch my head. She wasn’t carrying a purse or overnight bag. I cold see a chain Dangling from her hip, which was probably a wallet in her back pocket. “Very Butch.” I thought as I watched her hips swing and bat the chain around.

Mich walked up, stood in front of me, arms wide, hip cocked to one side, smile on her face. In the best Bruce Campbell/Ash Evil Dead, she could muster, said. “Gimme some Sugar, Baby.” and stepped forward to put her arms around me.

“Hey there…” was all I got out, before she pressed her lips to mine and gave me the wettest, sloppiest, dirtiest kiss, I’d ever had. (Yeah, Ever.) I didn’t have time to be too surprised, because I suddenly felt weak and found myself falling into the kiss and returning it in kind. I put an arm around her waist and one around her shoulder and let my tongue play with hers.

The wet slopping sounds were kinda turning me on and I pressed into her letting my obvious erection press against her mid section. She had a pretty stiff one going as well. My mind was just soaking up how good this felt, when a passing neighbor yelled out “Get a Room Perv!” as he rode past on his brand new “E-bike.” The kiss broke and we laughed. Then we went inside.

We sat, drank and talked. Some random TV Show was providing background noise for the conversation.

“Well, I told you about us leaving.” Mich was saying. “What you see here is the fruits of about a decade of hard work and even harder won acceptance.” Her smile grew to a grin. “Though, you don’t seem to have any problems at all accepting me.” The cat that ate the canary winked at me. I was sure I’d be her next meal.

“But it’s just you.” I shrugged. “You’re just a little cuter now, than you were back then.” That got me a punch in the shoulder. But she was still smiling.

“Tell me about you Dale.” We clicked bottles and drank. “Have you become the Anal Sex King, yet?” Ouch! So she was a bit sore, so to speak, about that night. Well, she’d get a kick out of this.

“Yeah.” I admitted. “In more ways than one.” That got me a raised eyebrow.

“Ohhhhh. Do tell, do tell.” Mich adjusted herself on the sofa and looked at me intently. “Don’t keep a girl in suspense.”

“Well, in twenty years, I’ve only dated three women, and married one of them.” I began. “One of the gals I dated was a freak, loved all kinds of sex, including Anal. I smiled and took another swig of my beer. “The others were kinda tame.” thinking back. “The one I married was fairly inexperienced and wanted to learn. We did a lot.”

Mich couldn’t help leaning in. “Wow … Hot for teacher, was she?” she smirked.

“You could say that. I agreed. “But it took a long time to get her to let me do her anally.” This elicited a raised eyebrow and a silent ‘Oh’ So I continued. “She wanted me to get fucked so I would know what it felt like before I would be allowed to do her.” I explained that she felt I wouldn’t be so hard on her if my ass was sore from cock.

“Oh, My!” Mich interrupted. “Did she take your butt cherry?” I shook my head in the negative and she raised her eyebrow again. “Reee-eeealy?” came the query. “Dooooo, tell.”

I went on to explain how my freaky girlfriend had loved pegging guys and stroking them off. And how afterward, we’d sit in her hot tub, and she’d impale her ass on my cock. I’m pretty sure Mich licked her lips a few times as I kept going.

Then came the one I married, I explained and how she had heard that anal sex was painful and Dangerous and unless I let her fuck me, I’d never feel the inside of her back door. She was surprised that I’d agreed so easily, but had one condition. She’d fuck me with my own cock. So I knew what she’d be feeling.

“It ought to be interesting to see how you accomplished that one.” Mich proclaimed. “Magic?”

“Not quite.” I smirked, “Listen and learn, my slutty Padawan.” I ordered. I explained how this gal was into studio makeup and so I wasn't all ‘That’ surprised when a package showed up a few days later, labeled. Body Molding Supplies. Again, Mich made the ‘Oh’ formation with her lips. “Good God!” I thought, “Were her lips always that thick and full?” I shook that thought off.

So the next weekend I had off, my wife, at the time, locked us in the bedroom and we made a new cock. She sucked my til I was painfully erect, then tied it off with a small rubber cock ring with a quick release on one end. Then she slathered it with Vaseline then packed a blue batter-like substance that she called Alginate around it. It was cold, but that only served to sooth a little of the pain I was feeling from having my blood flow restricted.

After about half an hour it was dry enough to remove. She took pity on me and sucked me off after removing the mold. Then set about mixing some medical grade liquid silicone, some gelatin, some kind of solidifying agent, and a few drops of orange and brown food coloring. (The color didn’t work the way she wanted.)

However, the mold of my turgid cock worked well. My cock was roughly the same size as Mich’s, though mine has a slight upward curve in it, and is fairly veiny. I’m also cut, but the head of my cock is a bit thicker and more rounded than Mich, and the skin on it is rough to the touch. She mounted some sort of plate to the bottom of it. Hen she went and brought out the harness she’s had hidden.

By now Mich was giggling, but trying not to be obvious. It wasn’t working. She coughed out, “Brings a whole new meaning to Go Fuck Yourself.” between snorts. I just rolled my eyes.

That night, she donned her harness with the doppelganger of my cock attached to the front. She was stroking it and massaging it with a slimy, sticky lube. As she commanded me to get up on the bed on all fours. She proceeded to fuck me in the ass, as hard and fast as she could.

Only the initial entry was painful. I’d had dildos roughly this size before, so once she got her rhythm every thing was good. The feeling of the head and veins rubbing along the inside of my anus was kind of nice. “Hmm,” I thought “So this is what I feel like to them, eh? Feels good.” That was when she bumped my prostate and I came all over the sheets.

“So did you plow her ass after that?” Mich asked excitedly. “How was it.” she inquired. Then her face got a bit dark. “How were all of them? Were they better than me?”

I looked over at her with a twisted frown. “Pfft! No one tops you Mich.” I assured her. “You were my first, and best. Even if I didn’t know it at the time.”

“Don’t blow smoke up my ass Dale.” she seemed a bit miffed. “No joke. I’m not really insecure, but I really wanna know.”

I sighed. “Look, Mich.” I began seriously. “What we did that night was pretty amazing. Truthfully, I’ve been trying to recreate that feeling ever since then.” I placed a hand on her thigh, and looked into her eyes, and said very slowly. “It … Did … Not … Work.” Mich’s eyes got wide. So I continued.

“I have no idea why I haven’t been satisfied with any of the women’s asses I’ve fucked since you.” I threw up my hands, and sighed. “Need another brew?” I asked, getting up to go to the kitchen. Mich nodded and watched me silently.

“I don’t know what happened that night.” I yelling over my shoulder, while opening the fridge. “But it wasn’t just shoving my cock into a hole and stroking it til I came.” I finished. Walking back with two more cold ones. “But all of them since, have been just that.” I admitted.

A thought crossed my mind then. “Well, my wife was a bit more. But I think that’s because she fucked me with my own dick before hand.” I popped the tops and handed Mich her beer.

Mich grinned and said. “Sounds like love to me.” and she rubbed my thigh.

“You may be right.” I admitted, seriously. “I’ve known you nearly all my life.” I went on. When you walked into the restaurant, and I recognized you, something tightened in my chest, I’d never felt before.”

Mich was grinning, and rubbing my thigh now. But I could see just a touch of what might have been fear in her eyes. “But I used to be a guy.” she said softly. “Doesn’t that freak you out?”

She was waiting for an answer. But didn’t have to wait long. “If I was worried about that,” I began, “Or freaked out that you used to walk around as a guy,” her gazed was fixed to me. “Do you think I would have swapped spit with you so long and so easily?”

Mich’s face turned a fiery shade of red, I’ve never seen on a human face before. “Perv Mode engaged.” I thought. “Let’s push a bit and see what happens.”

I put down my beer, and spun on her. Getting close. Close enough to kiss her again, if I thought it might make my point.

“All right Tom Cruise,” I whispered in as menacing a voice as I could. “You want the Truth?” When you walked in the restaurant, I thought, ‘God She’s hot’ Then you sat down and my mind decided I’d fuck you all night long if I could get your number and address.”

Mich’s eyes were wide, and she was panting. “When I realized who you were. I got a raging boner and thought ‘I have fucked her. And I wanna do it again.’ as I checked out your rack.” Then I did it. Good for the Goose, and Good for the Gander, was today’s phrase. I grabbed her shoulders, planted my lips on hers, and pushed my tongue into her hot mouth.

She gasped, hard. Then punched my in the side, hard. I grunted, then she rubbed that spot she’d hit and snaked her arm around my back. “That’s it, Stick a fork in me, I’m done.” I thought as I explored her wet steamy mouth and played with her tongue. “I’m going to have her now if it kills me, and not just for the night or weekend.”

When I broke the kiss, I held her back at arms length and brushed her hair aside with my other hand. “I really do want you, you know.” and gave her my winning-est smile.

She took a deep breath and smiled eagerly. “But now that you’ve fessed up,” I knew what was coming. “I’m gonna enforce the same conditions on you that your wife did.” Her smile grew predatory. “I want your ass Dale. I want it badly.”

I just nodded and replied. “I still have to pay up for your last request to me, though.” Her expression became quizzical. “You told me to suck your dick.” I reminded her. “I fully plan to pay up.” Her smile returned, brighter than before.

After showering up and drying off. Mich commented that I still looked pretty good for an old man. She reached out and grabbed my cock in her hand and said “Hello old friend.” My cock twitched and began to fill with blood. She stood back and held out her arms. Began slowly turning this way and that. Displaying her full body to me.

“Whatcha think, big guy?” she seemed to enjoy showing off to me. She had a crooked grin I couldn’t quite nail down. “Do you approve of how I brought out the me that has been hiding all these years?”

I just punched my fists into my hips, and took on a super hero pose, and proclaimed in a comic book voice, “You are a Stone Fox, and you know it woman.” gave her a clipped nod, then. “Stop trying to play innocent. You are guilty of making making me question my vows of chastity.”

She burst out laughing. “Chastity?” she was gasping for air. “You? What a laugh!”

Then I stepped in front of her with a serious gaze. She stopped laughing, then I knelt in front of her. Cradled her cock in my hand and encircled it in my finger and began stroking slowly. She gasped and went silent as I bent my head in to take her in my mouth.

Frankly, I didn’t know how good I was going to be at this. I’d only ever sucked on a dildo, just enough to get it slick. But I knew what my girlfriends had done to me with their mouths. So maybe if I mimic what I liked, I would work out.

So, I performed a random set of licks and sucks and ran my tongue along the underside of her cock. Slipped it almost all the way out and sucked just the head. Tickled the hole with my tongue. I also gently fondled her balls. When I thought I could take most of it, I forced my self as far down as I could and constricted my throat, best I could.

That was when Mich pushed my head away. She had been gasping and panting all this time, and I’d spaced it. “Enough.” she gasped. “Oh man, I don’t know where you learned that, but you have acquitted yourself admirably.” She pulled me up and kissed me. Her gasp pushed a puff or air into my mouth. I gasped it in and swallowed.

I followed Mich to my California King Bed, and began piling pillows in a semi-circular pattern around the center with a bridge of pillows across its center.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“If you don’t mind,” I smiled. “I’d like to be done missionary.” my breath caught for a minute, and I said. “I really want to look you straight in the face while you bury that beautiful cock in me.” If I thought her blush was red last time, I could have sworn her face was on fire this time.

I laid down with my butt propped up on the pillow bridge and held up my arms. “I’m all yours” I aid, as sincerely as I could.

I noticed my breath become heavier and more ragged as I watched Mich mount the bed and scoot in between my spread legs. Her tits really were gorgeous. Perfect areolas and her nipples stood out a good half inch. Letting my gaze wander down, I fixed on her engorged cock. I thought I imagined it throb a time or two as she got closer.

“How do you want me to start?” she asked. Her cock poised and resting against my balls.

I had a warm feeling growing in my gut, and all I could say is, “It’s your show dear, do me however you want.” Just as I finished the sentence, I felt a sharp pain and my gut tightened, and my ass clenched. She’d pushed herself in and gone balls deep the minute I told her to do it her way.

She looked at me for signs of complaint. But all she got was a momentary look of surprise, a wince of discomfort, and then. A smile. For good measure, I blew her a kiss, and she leaned in to catch it and nibble my lip once.

The feeling of fullness I had, was more satisfying than any before. Even having had an analog of my own cock inside of me. Her cock was hot, and pulsed as it sat full length inside of me. I wanted her to move, to start fucking me. To see her cock moving in and out of my ass. My own cock was rock hard and throbbing, just thinking about it.

I reached p and cupped her breasts. Then pinched each nipple lightly and smiled at her. “Please, Fuck me darling.” I plead. “Fuck me good and hard.” And so she did.

At first she began with short fast strokes, in and out. Then she began to slow down and pull her cock and when she saw my watching the spot where we were joined. She gave me a good show of her cock, sliding in and pulling out, slick and glistening. Then a few minutes later she readjusted herself and pushed me down hard as she went into a push up pose and began pounding herself hard and fast. Long in and out strokes as fast as she could.

I was grunting and panting hard now. I could feel each forward all the way up my body. I felt her tip graze my prostate as she went in and I let out a loud “Ah!” and “Oh!” as she pushed against it on each stroke. A few thrusts later, I felt my cock begin to spurt. I couldn’t help coming.

I heard Mich laugh once then gasped when she noticed my cock wasn’t going limp after cumming. I think that pushed her over the edge, and I felt her cock thicken inside me then a hot wave of liquid bathed the walls of my anus and began oozing out around her cock.

She laid herself down on my chest. My cock hard wet and sticky against our skin. I felt her slip out of m and plop down against my thigh. “Not at all what I expected, you know.” she breathlessly huffed against my cheek.

“Oh?” I began. “What did you expect?” My voice held just a hint of challenge. “This wasn’t my first time you know. Just my first time with a cock, I’ve been waiting for, for twenty years.”

She laid her head next to mine on my shoulder. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” she asked. Then growled a little when she felt my head nod against her cheek. “So whatcha gonna do now? She asked.

“Since I’ve still got this painful hardon.” I began. Wrapping my arms around her waist. (I had never heard her squeal like that before. It was cute.) and rolled her onto her back and me on top. “I thought I’d plant it firmly in the hot hole it’s been waiting for, for two decades now.”

As I pushed up and looked down at her. Her smile covered up just a hint of fear. I’d basically just told her, I’d been waiting to do to her again, what I had done on the camping trip. The fear vanished when I qualified.

“This time, we have no place to be tomorrow morning,” her smile brightened. “And I’m going to use everything I’ve learned over the years to make you scream in delight.” I lifted her by her hips and began sucking her cock again. She moaned. I felt her body go limp as her arms fell back on the bed.

It didn’t take long for Mich to cum again. She sighed as I put her down and climbed up her body and flattened her tits with my weight. Her eyes went wide as I pushed my tongue into her mouth and began pushing a stream of cum from my mouth into hers. She grabbed for my head, but I grabbed hers as well, and held her steady til my mouth was empty.

At that I began swirling the sticky liquid in her mouth with my tongue and drinking some of it back. Then I ran my hands up and down her neck slowly increasing the pressure and forcing her to swallow. I lingered a minute longer then kissed her hard and pulled back. “Snowball babe, Snowball.”

I sat back on my knees and beckoned her to me. “I know you want revenge for that.” I winked slyly. “Next time you blow me, you can share my load with me. Ok?” Mich just blushed. God I loved teasing her. She was so beautiful. The thought made my cock pulse again. Reminding me I still hadn’t fed it.

I fondled her beasts again for a while, then used them to push her back onto the bed. I grabbed her legs and brought them up. I bent them in to rest her knees on her tits, and expose her toned ass cheek to me. I could see her sphincter, peaking out. Apparently she hadn’t had much action back there. It was still somewhat puckered.

I spit into the crack then pressed my thumb against the puckered button until it sank inside. Mich moaned. So I twisted it a bit then pulled it out with a pop. I lined up the head of my cock and gently pushed it inside. I felt, more than heard the pop. But the entry was heralded by Mich, gasping deeply and grunting hard. She clenched.

I placed a hand on her belly. Just above her pubis and said “Relax.” as I rubbed and applied light pressure right about where her bladder would sit. I felt her loosen up, but at the same time warm liquid dribbled down around my cock and her ass cheeks. I heard a soft, “shit, nooo.” as I realized she’d just peed herself.

I grabbed a pillow and wiped up the clear hot liquid best I could with the pillow case and flung the pillow off the bed. “No worries,” I cooed, as I leaned in and let my cock go deeper. “You be happy to know that I’ve learned control, and won’t jump the gun the way I did last time.”

I allowed myself to push all the way in, slowly and steadily, until I hit bottom. She felt just as tight as the last time. Which struck me as odd. Then I heard a whimper and looked her in the eye. Was that a tear? Couldn’t be. Why?

Forcing a mile she said. “I fuck, I don’t get fucked.” she proclaimed. Her voice cracking. “Not by anyone. No since you.” It suddenly felt as if a knife stabbed through me. I suddenly came inside her. Hard. But my cock didn’t go limp. The sensation just bolstered my hard on.

“Fuck!” I yelled. My cock throbbing inside her with my exclamation. “What was that? How do you expect me to respond to that?” She just smiled and opened her mouth, reached up and turned out her upper lip with her fingers.

I looked close, the light was dim, but after a moment it was clear. Tattooed on the under side of her upper lip was. “Dale’s Bitch.” This is what she meant by the scribble on the napkin. She was being literal. Finding me was no coincidence. She’d come looking for me. But only when she felt she was ready.

“Really?” I asked rather snidely. “That so? No question huh? That’s what you want?” I’m sure the acid in my voice wasn’t lost on her. But my hot throbbing meat inside her belied any hostile intent I tried to convey. Her smile was coy and her nod was slow and exaggerated.

“Well then, I’m going to use tonight to punish you for all this. I stated in a rather matter of fact way. “The lovey-dovey, cuddly love making can wait, since we’ll have plenty of time now.”

Another tear leaked from her eye. A smile still on her face. “Do whatever you want.” her resolve coming through loud and clear. “Because I’m home now, and I’m all yours.”

– FIN (For now)

 

This was nice I came pretty hard fingering myself reading thank you

 

Woow! Hot story, excellent editing and very well put together. I hope there are more installations of this story. Had me hard as stone from beginning to end. (And left me hanging!)

 

I penned this one night when I was really frustrated, really horny, and couldn't sleep.
There may yet be more from this couple. I may post (or re-post) some of my older work as well.

 

I'll be checking out your other works for sure! Thank you for sharing with us here.

 

Pleasure. I always enjoy hearing that things I create, excite people.

 

I stay the night at my friend's house summer night get me started jerking each other off and then somehow he let me have sex with him probably 9 * and the last time I like him loses virginity to me and you got me off

 

being with my then girlfriend Lynne, and she kept me going "Boom-Boom!"

 

Still getting me hard reading this one. Hope you follow it up.

 

Bravo. Great story and great writing. Thank you!

 

my pleasure