Ohope Beach: Chapter 1
The first tale I crafted was one I initially wrote, but later revised due to various grammatical and contextual issues. It revolves around my experience with the first wedded woman I was ever intimate with. I wasn't planning on being with a partner's love or someone else's spouse, as my mother raised me to possess righteous principles. At eighteen, I held faith that I'd never sleep with a girl whose partner was present or intercourse with another man's mate.
However, standing upward cock, as they say, can't be overlooked. And when the lady taking charge is spearheading the moves, it demands a man of unyielding resolve to withstand. In fact, after the initial obstacle is surmounted, the following encounters become simpler.
While based on real occurrences, I have included some imaginative elaboration on the sexual aspects.
During the summer of 1965, a group of my pals and I hopped on our bikes and headed to Ohope Beach on the east coast of the North Island. We were entering our final moments of our inaugural year as workmen. Shaun's daddy handed us a vast 12' x 12' tent and other camping essentials as he drove through to Opotiki, where his family enjoyed a vacation home. Shaun's father's generosity was a major factor in our choice of this specific beach. However, there was also the allure of numerous unmarried girls rumored to inhabit the area.
When we arrived, we found that the gossip was partially accurate - our beach of choice was indeed chock-full of potential mates. The only hiccup was that many of these girls were too young to join us in our unruly frolics. We were roughly eighteen, whilst the legal drinking age was admittedly younger, and yet several of the young ladies we encountered on the first day were visibly younger than sixteen. In any case, Shaun's daddy supplied us with numerous barrels of ale to last us throughout our stay.
The campground owner didn't seem too thrilled when he witnessed our arrival; he presumed he was hosting a biker gang. Still, we were respectable young adults with decent jobs. The camp administrator cautioned us about the volume of our revelries and warned us against disturbing the young ladies as they roamed by. Nonetheless, none of these feminines appeared to mind our enthusiastic cheers and compliments.
Having erected our giant tent and dropped our rather heavy belongings from our motorbikes, we promptly began imbibing. Not long after, several of our neighbors arrived for a pint or two. To their surprise, our escapades were pretty mild.
We spent the next day frolicking along the beach. We dabbled in some surfing, yet only with the two boards available to us. The bulk of our time was spent in the sun, lying down, and sharing anecdotes. This charming array of females was not born solely of rumor. Plenty of women enjoyed our company. Nonetheless, I felt thwarted by their inability to participate in the festivities that night. Therefore, the debate in the tent turned to whether we should board our bikes the following day and journey back to Mount Maunganui.
A few of us were not keen on returning. Certainly, we would struggle to transport our gargantuan tent, along with our other cumbersome equipment, to Mount Maunganui. However, those arguing against moving were outvoted, and a decision to end our excursion the following day was made.
Around the same time, I met a stunning red-haired teenager named Jenny. When we spoke, I learned Jenny's eldest brother worked alongside some of my companions in Auckland. We had many chats between her swims until dinner time. That night, Jenny and I agreed to meet in a park further down the beach the following day. This park featured a path winding through a native forest, which captivated my imagination and had me fantasizing about solitude with her.
The remaining hours of the evening transitioned into a haze of beverages, witticisms directed at one another, and gentle ribbing towards the few who managed to attract a female companion.
The subsequent morning, following a conversation with a few men camping nearby, we learned of their plans to ascend the Mount the following day, due to a rumor about some neighboring campsites opening up. They extended an offer to carry our tent on their trailer if we were inclined to depart as well. Our group agreed to follow their lead and pack for departure tomorrow.
Close to 10 am, Phil and I strolled towards the opposite side of the campsite for a shower. A car drew near behind us and honked its horn. We turned to discover two females in a Falcon station wagon attempting to pass us. Phil, being his usual mischievous self, refused to budge, obliging them to halt. He leaned through the passenger window and flirted with the girl seated next to him.
I, on the other hand, approached the driver's window. "Hello, gorgeous. Where are you headed?"
To my surprise, I encountered a visually appealing woman much older than the young girl sitting next to her. Initially, I thought I had selected the wrong girl to approach, when I realized I had indeed; the young woman Phil was conversing with was indeed appealing. She had long blonde hair and wore an imaginary yellow halter neck over her bikini top and cut-off jeans. The woman in front of me appeared approximately thirty years old and was likewise attractive.
I possess the gift of eloquence and encounter no difficulty discussing mature women. In fact, the ladies I've gone out with thus far have favored my connection with their mothers, almost inducing a few disconcerting encounters with their fathers.
"Impudent youth," she replied, "I am old enough to be your mother, and I'm certain you are not the least bit intrigued as to our whereabouts."
"A mother? Please... you're too young for that. My belief wavers," I replied.
She continued, "Actually, the young lady you are conversing with is my daughter."
"No, not you! You're a stone's throw away from her age. No way!"
"And you maintain, despicable language. However, your persistence could persuade me."
I merely chuckled and stated that it was impossible to deny her advanced age.
"What are your names?" she inquired.
"Allison!" she announced, "And this is my daughter Hayley. Be mindful of your language around her."
"Apologies, didn't realize I had eloped into that discourse," I responded.
I whispered to her, "Her breasts are magnificent. You'd better be aware, I'm barely twenty and might attempt nursing."
She feigned being shocked yet couldn't conceal her amusement.
"Here is where we part ways," I said. "I doubt I'll see you again."
She smiled. "Possibly tonight." Then they departed.
Phil enquired about the conversation, and he could not cease his enthusiasm regarding Hayley. He insisted that despite the age gap, both her and I were participating in the party tonight aimed at attracting my interest.
At lunchtime, I bathed, donned my cleanest shirt, and headed for the park to meet Jenny. She apologized for the previous night and cuddled up to me. I slipped my grasp around her hand, and we ascended towards the forest. At the summit of the path, we diverged to the left, exiting the woodland into pastures that overlooked the residences and coastline below. We spread our towels and settled on a grassy patch where we remained unobserved from below. Lifting our heads, we enjoyed a panoramic view of the coastline and the ocean.
We didn't chat much. We just started kissing and before we knew it, we were close to each other's private parts. I couldn't believe my luck because Jenny was just as into it as I was. I unzipped her shorts and eased them down to her knees. At the same time, she pulled my shorts down and hooked them with her foot, taking them off completely. I undid her panties and removed them along with her shorts while still kissing and hugging to keep the moment going.
Jenny had fair skin, which made her bright, fiery orange pubic hair more noticeable. This was my first redhead, and I didn't think she'd have matching pubic hair. Oh, to be so young and ignorant.
She didn't mind me seeing her, so I sat next to her, lifted her shirt up to her neck, and pulled her bikini top off to reveal her breasts. Then, I massaged them with one hand and slid my fingers along her slit with the other. Jenny started to move her hips with my motions and moved both hands to her breasts, one on top of my hand, and the other playing with the nipple on the other breast.
Most of the sex I'd had was in my mother's car, and I often borrowed it for dates. This experience was mind-blowing. I was rock hard and starting to hurt. Jenny asked why I looked in pain and what the problem was. I explained the concept of blue balls and how a guy, when he gets this aroused, requires relief.
She grabbed my hand and awkwardly rubbed it. I told her what she needed to do to help. She understood and evened out her strokes as I slid my finger in and out. It didn't take long before I ejaculated, and cum splattered all over Jenny's hand and on her breasts. She didn't seem angry, but rather it pushed her over the edge, causing her to climax.
She used her towel to clean up, and we got dressed. We chatted more before returning to the beach and the campsite. She asked about condoms and if I could buy some for her. I said I'd get them, but it was unlikely we'd see each other again because we were leaving in the morning. But Jenny insisted she would find a way to leave that night. She gave me their phone number in Auckland as a backup plan.
After reaching the campsite, we felt guilty for what we'd just done and separated before her father saw us. I headed to the tents, where everyone was busy drinking and making merry. Phil got in my ear about going down and talking to Allison and Hayley.
"Not a chance," I said. "I need a beer, and honestly, neither of us has much of a shot. Also, Jenny might try to sneak out tonight, so I've got to run down and grab some condoms from the pharmacy before it closes."
"C'mon, man! You don't stand a chance, but I do. Let me come with you and watch over Hayley's mom while you try."
I considered this and realized I was behaving like a jerk. Phil rarely went out with many girls, and the ones he did date weren't as pretty as Hayley. I suddenly envied him for his chance to be with Hayley - she looked intensely horny, and if I'd been in Phil's seat that morning, I'd have been just as enthusiastic as him.
"Sure, let's race down to the pharmacy, get a beer, and check out the scene," I said.
Just 40 minutes later, we walked to the caravans and tents near the beach. Hayley had given Phil the locations of their caravan and boat. We found it easily, as there were two sites: one with a big caravan and a large awning on one side, and their car and a boat on a trailer.
A while ago, my husband's brother and his family showed up at our camp. They would be joining us for dinner, but they couldn't stick around too long because they had to go back to Rotorua that same night. Since Hayley mentioned that you might be leaving the next day, would you be able to come back later? She'd be disappointed if you didn't.
I noticed a black car parked near theirs, so I figured it must belong to them.
"No worries," I responded. "Phil has this idea of staying sober, so he'll probably be checking on his car every half hour."
Allison found this amusing and quipped, "So you're not interested in my breasts anymore, are you?"
I hesitated and uttered something absurd, claiming that I still found them nice.
As soon as she walked away, Allison told Phil to behave himself around Hayley. She explained that Hayley was young and her dad was a real jerk - if he found out about them, he'd cause trouble. Phil seemed nervous and unable to reply. Instead, I said, "Phill's cool. He'll take care of Hayley."
Allison nodded and rejoined their friends. Phil dragged me behind the tents near the beach.
"Watch out," I warned. "People might see us."
"Just keep your head down. I want to check on Hayley," he requested.
We could hear someone ask who those two guys were. Allison informed them that they were just couple of guys infatuated with Hayley, explaining that she'd made them leave. The man appeared to be a jerk and asked Allison if we were likely to cause any trouble. She reassured him that we were fine, and her friend told him to tone it down. Bob must be Allison's husband. Phil explained that Hayley mentioned that her father was back in Auckland for work and her little brother had a cricket tournament until Friday.
As we walked back to our tent, I tore open a condom packet I'd bought and handed one to Phil. He said he didn't think he'd dare now. I scolded him for being silly, pointing out that when fathers are real jerks, girls are more likely to hook up with you.
"But don't forget to put that condom on before doing anything. Impregnating Hayley could be a bit of a problem."
We both laughed, and Phil and I went to join the party.
Phil expressed concern about the possibility of me getting too drunk and messing things up. But I assured him that I had hopes of Jenny leaving later, so I wouldn't be drinking much. I told him I needed to avoid getting brewers' droop.
Around 8:00 pm, Phil started checking to see if they'd left. At 9:00 pm, he returned excitedly, confirming that they had just driven off. So, we quietly left our tent and made our way to Allison and Hayley's caravan.
Hayley was waiting for us and was thrilled to see us. "I wanted to come down and get you guys once they left, but Mum wouldn't let me. We have a cassette player with all the newest songs. Do you guys like to dance?"
I observed that they were both dressed up and had put on makeup. Allison looked fantastic, wearing a pale blue sundress and subtle makeup. I felt a bit underdressed in my t-shirt and board shorts.
"Chill out," Allison said, gesturing at Hayley. "I'll get them a drink first. What would you like, Phil?"
"A beer?" asked Phil.
"What should I call you?" she queried.
"Allison, of course," I said.
Allison left to get the drinks. When I rejoined her, she was pouring us each a Bacardi and Coke.
"Have a seat and tell me about yourself and the friends you're traveling with," she suggested.
Allison gazed out the door before shutting it and sitting down beside me at the table.
"Their dance floor is empty right now, so we can have a bit of privacy," she explained.
I informed her that our group included ten individuals - Phil, myself, and three others in our second year of aviation engineering apprenticeships. The remaining five were drawing or engineering apprentices with diverse companies. Interested, she inquired about my motorcycle. It was a 1954 Matchless G45, a 500cc twin. After rebuilding the engine, it ran quite well; however, I was saving up to purchase a Triumph Bonneville 650.
She expressed her desire to experience a ride on my bike before we departed.
Concerning her husband, she introduced him as a fickle man. Her pregnancy with Hayley transpired when she was young, coercing her to undergo marriage. The reason for her concern about Hayley resembling her? She disclosed that she was inept at Hayley's age and was quite rebellious, with a propensity for falling for men at the slightest touch of her nipples. Several men had approached her before conceiving Bob.
Questioning her decision to stay bitterly married to him, I recounted how my mother had raised me from the age of three when my father abandoned us. My first stepfather was abusive, contrary to my current bride-to-be's generous stepfather.
Allison contemplated leaving Bob but couldn't fathom managing two kids on her own. Her husband had issued a warning that she would be left penniless if she left him, as he controlled all the money.
Noticing our empty glasses, I remarked that we had chatted for over thirty minutes. It was time to step outside and address Phil and Hayley.
"Let's go check on them," I suggested.
"Stay here. I'll make us another round and bring Phil a beer – it's in the fridge," she responded.
Slightly apprehensive about leaving Jenny unsupervised, I flagged my concerns about her meddling with other mates.
"No worries. Enjoy your dance," she reassured.
I retrieved a can of beer and exited the caravan, noticing Allison preparing fresh drinks.
Phil and Hayley danced intimately, but Hayley seemed tense with his overly close proximity. The annexe had partitions for two bedrooms, leaving a vast area in front of the caravan door for dancing. Hayley had dealt with the table and chairs typically in this space to accommodate dancing. Playing in the background was a fast-paced tune with a dynamic beat. Allison soon joined us, and I led her in a tango.
"Impressive," she exclaimed, "teach me."
"Dance lessons during my final years at school," I responded. "I took them to escape one class per week and visit the girls' school, which I viewed as a... incentive."
Phil and Hayley also invited me to teach them tango, leading to much fun teaching and selecting songs appropriate for our dance. Phil later opted for a slow tune; I duration a foxtrot with Allison, maintaining a safe distance. Undeterred, Allison drew me closer and placed her chin on my shoulder. "Stop acting so goofy," she whispered. "It's delightful witnessing you treat me as a woman. It's been ages since I danced without any restrictions and pursued flirtatious antics."
Assuming she intended me as a potential rescuer, I confidently declared, "You've to leave him."
"Are you angling to whisk me away? Sweeping me off my feet and into the sunset?" she quipped.
Attempting to retract my hasty claim, I reassured her, "You're breathtaking and above my standing."
"I'm only messing. So, do you have a significant other?" she enquired.
"Yes, but the relationship is informal."
Unsure of their intentions, Allison inquired about my sexual relationship with her.
"No!"
"Early adolescence isn't indication of infidelity. Society wrongly assumes all youths are promiscuous," she stated. "No intercourse with her guy? Really?"
"None."
Allison cautioned, "I'm merely inquisitive. It's challenging for me to believe Hayley's claims."
"What do you mean you spend your time doing that?"
A question asked back in the '60s would be met with concerns of you being a loner. People who masturbated were labeled wankers, implying their social status was low. I do indulge in self-pleasure, although I wouldn't dare reveal such personal details to someone twice my age.
"I often work at a bar three nights a week, flirting with a few ladies there. Now, I've been seeing someone lately. She's a masseuse; she's been teaching me so I can give her one. If I don't, she hardly receives one."
"A what?" Alison asked, teasing and laughing.
I couldn't help but laugh too. "What, a massage? You've got a dirty mind, thinking you'll share your thoughts with your guest and daughter both. I thought you said no raunchy language in front of Hayley?"
"Touché. Do you mean you would give me a massage?"
"Touché, again. No, I'm not leaving just yet. I'm expected to meet a girl shortly, but she's likely to be late because her dad still won't be asleep. But what will you tell young Hayley? She'll imagine the worst if you say we're heading into the caravan for a massage."
"I'll let her think the worst. I'd like to find out what a professional massage is like."
She turned her attention to Hayley, who was feeling more unlike and more uncomfortable with Phil's overly amorous advances.
"Dave has the skill to provide real massages. I asked him if he would help me with a massage. Will you be okay outside?"
Hayley nodded and tried to move away from Phil. I sensed he was coming on too strong. I'd never think twice about approaching an older, married woman.
I followed Alison back into the caravan. She swiftly finished her drink and made another. Then she questioned, "Do I need to take it all off?"
"It's your choice, Tania. Although her patients often leave their undergarments on and just use a towel to cover them. But she prefers working with special oils."
"Does she work in one of those massage places where clients get sexual service?"
"No, she works in a medical clinic with certificates. She has to travel to Auckland Hospital to provide physiotherapy to patients."
"I might need a few more of these drinks if I'm going to take this off in front of you." She drained her glass and requested another.
Once she'd secured it, she stepped to my side and commented, "I have some oil here for dry skin. Do you think it's suitable?"
"Completely, it should be fine. I'll close my eyes to give you privacy."
Whoa, what's happening here? Feel like I'm dreaming. Alison took another gulp of her drink and entered the bedroom, leaving it unlocked. She retrieved an oil bottle and a set of towels from the cupboards. She spread out the beach towel on the bed and draped a smaller towel around her waist, ensuring she was covered.
"I'm ready. Don't let on you saw what my breasts looked like before I undressed. Did you like it?"
"Definitely! You're quite pretty." I attempted looking grown-up and professional.
Alison had a captivating figure - she'd let her bra down but left the straps in place, hiding her breasts in the cups. Her face reddened as I kneaded and massaged her neck and back. I spoke comfortably, "Let me know how hard you like it. Tania likes it firm, but she mentioned most women prefer a softer massage than hers."
"It's perfect. My shoulders feel very relaxed." I continued with my massage technique, using the side of my thumbs to dig into her knots. When I reached her lower back, I tucked a towel into her underwear and pushed them down, revealing a portion of her buttocks.
"I was curious when you were planning to take them off," Allison whispered.
"I'm just shifting them slightly, as I'm about to use oil, and some of your tightest muscles are in your lower back area. Just relax. I'll act appropriately."
Over the next 15 minutes, I focused on her lower back and got occasional murmurs of pleasure and her legs clenching together when I worked on her butt muscles. Her bodily responses when I massaged near her breasts and posterior made it seem like this encounter could lead to a direction I hadn't anticipated. I progressed up to her neck once more, right above the hairline.
"I'd like you to raise your arms and take them out of the bra straps," she requested.
Allison shifted onto her elbows and rolled onto her left side, first releasing the right strap. This provided a fantastic view of her right breast, about the size of a large grapefruit, with a standing brown nipple. Without hesitation, I held her breast and squeezed it, unsure of how she would respond. Fortunately, she only made a purring sound and quickly moved to discard her bra with a flick.
"If you keep acting like that, I won't be able to resist, and I haven't even finished the entire massage yet."
"Okay, sorry!" I responded, returning my hand to her neck. I proceeded to massage each arm, reaching as far as her fingertips. The left arm was challenging, as I had to lean over her on the bed to reach it. I was conscious of the fact that my bulge was pressing against her back through my beach shorts, now threatening to burst open. Thankfully, Allison didn't comment but instead inquired if she should change positions so I could work on the front. I replied in the negative. Tania had never taught me anything about massaging the front - we never got past the hour of back, arms, and legs.
"Why is that?" Allison inquired.
"Because, like you, she was exceptionally sensitive. When I reached the top of her legs, it started to get steamy."
"Ah, well, you'd better remove my underwear then, as I don't want oil on them, right?" She then lifted her hips from the bed and provocatively wiggled them.
What could I do? I was steering my way out of my comfort zone and into a real no-man's-land, unfamiliar territories. I'd slept with a few girls before, but they were all urgent encounters in cars or on blankets near the vehicle.
As I slid her panties down her ankles and tossed them onto the floor, I realized things could turn out like they did with Tania when we reached this point. Now, I worried - the condoms I'd acquired were back at our tent.
I moved back up her spine and applied various techniques Tania had taught me. Then, at the end of one cycle, I continued over the curves of her buttocks and down her legs. I took time to massage each leg, noticing that she clenched her buttocks and pushed her pelvis into the bed when I reached the top of her thighs. On the next pass, I moved up her legs with a hand on the inside of each leg. As my hands neared the crease under those stunning buttocks, she spread her legs wider, granting me my first close-up look at her lustrous blond curls and glistening wet entrance.
I didn't touch it. My understanding of sex came solely from books and what my friends had shared with me. And I knew you didn't dive in like a famished dog. Instead, I pushed against each side of her mound and then up and out onto her butt cheeks. Her legs opened wider, following my hands, and she lifted her rear off the bed, not intending to lose contact. I couldn't hold out any longer and inserted my fingers into her moist slit. She groaned with delight and lifted her entire body into a doggy position, apparently sucking my fingers deep inside. The sensation was nothing short of breathtaking, warm and wet.
Allison rolled over and pulled me down on top of her, pressing her mouth against mine with fierce intent. This kiss was more intense than any I'd experienced with any other girl. It could be almost as enjoyable as fingering her vagina.
"Fuck," Allison said. "Take off your clothes now. I need you urgently. I'm aroused enough to orgasm even if you don't touch me again."
We shared a passionate kiss for a moment, then she took control, pulling me on top of her and guiding my erect cock into her warm, wet pussy. There was no discomfort or resistance from her, much different from other girls I've been with. I sensed a sense of urgency and eagerness from her, which was unexpected.
"Fuck me hard, don't worry about cumming, I'm on the pill and need you now," she cried out passionately. And I couldn't resist such a plea. I obliged and started thrusting into her with urgency, trying to hold back but failing to do so. In just a few strokes, I climaxed, filling her with my hot cum. She responded with shudders of pleasure, her muscles around me clenching in waves.
Once I rolled off her, I took a moment to process what had just happened. Allison seemed so different from other girls I've been with in terms of need and desire. Plus, the idea that her husband, who seemed dangerous and nasty, might have heard us, left me feeling somewhat unsettled.
"It seems like you're a bit surprised. Was this your first time?" she asked with a smile.
"No, but this was definitely extraordinary," I answered. "Especially considering you're married."
"I mean being older. Most women I've been with seem to act shy or in pain during sex, not you. I've been planning this all day."
"Well, I'm glad you did. But I'm also feeling a little embarrassed, as inappropriate as it might be," I replied.
"Just join me under the covers and cuddle me," she suggested without judgment.
I obliged and wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body as we shared a few moments of intimacy.
"You know it'll be a while before I'm ready to leave. I'm not sure if your daughter is home, and I'm also aware of your bullying husband. So go ahead and stay for a while, if you want," she said, sounding more affectionate than annoyed.
She stood up, but instead of leaving, she crawled back into bed with me.
"Phil has left, and Hayley is asleep, so you can stay here if you like," she reassured me.
We continued to cuddle, but I couldn't escape the awkwardness resulting from her expecting me to perform oral sex after we'd just had sex. I've only had it done to me a few times, so I was hesitant to reciprocate, especially because she was still full of my cum. However, she insisted and continued to suck eagerly on my already slippery dick. Eventually, with some coaxing, I gave in and dived in, kissing and licking her pussy. It was an experience I never had before, and one I would later develop a passion for.
I discovered her most sensitive spots and earned her praising moans, pushing my tongue deep inside her until she begged me to try something new.
"Lick my butt," she requested.
I was taken aback for a moment, but she seemed completely fine with it. The distaste at the idea was the reason I hesitated to comply, but she nudged me into it.
Allison shifted positions and continued to moan as I licked and kissed her clit. Her fingers caressed my head and spurred me on, impressed with her desire and boldness. She then asked if I'd enjoy the same service from her. I was hesitant at first, so she displayed a different side as she positioned herself over my face, rubbing her pussy on my lips and guiding me with her movements. And soon, we found ourselves in a mutual 69-style position, each exploring the other's pleasure. I focused on her clit, running my tongue around her swollen nub and feeling her orgasm as she humped back onto my face. Then she asked me to finger her while I licked her clit.
"I want to watch", I said, attempting to hold back.
We both pulled away from each other, allowing me to see her finger her pussy from a distance and lose myself in the sight of it. It was a view I had yearned for but never dared to ask for or attempt. The image of her fingering herself, biting her lower lip, and moaning loudly was incredibly arousing. I could tell she was loving the sensation, and the sight of her pink slit and fingering herself turned me on even more. And she was enjoying it so much that she remained in that position for a much longer time than I expected.
Wide open, her legs were spread for me, her body fully wet. This drew me nearer to a filthy urge, something dirty. I then thought of rubbing her bottom. With my hand, I grabbed some of her sticky juices and started finger-fondling her butt hole. Her breathing became irregular, a panic, and she pushed back against my fingers quickly.
A withdrawal gesture was required, yet my hand's motion was halted by her.
Watching brought about another near-orgasm, and so, my lips parted. "I'll cum if you don't stop."
I had a limited history with pleasure-givers who performed oral, and their stoppage of ejaculation. None had acquiesced to the latter. Allison showed no hesitation to do so.
"That's okay," she smiled, "I'll bring you off real soon."
Allison, standing up, rolled towards the middle, and found a position between my thighs. Instructionally, she lay her head near mine and kissed me smoothly.
"This is the preferred spot; he enjoys only Doggy Style or Anal. It's hurtful for me when he's rough, but it can also be pleasing with lubrication and time."
"How do you not tell him to change his ways?"
She paused then queried, "Would you want to penetrate my backside?"
"Kind of. I've never considered it."
Allison changed position, crossing her legs and grabbed onto the base of my throbbing shaft with one hand. Lazy productivity between her legs and her lubricated me while lying across my pelvis.
"We'll prep you up, my dear," she sighed. "It feels incredible inside me. I could've had you for years."
My feelings ranged between fear and excitement. My penis touching her rear bore a tinge of incestuous thoughts.
"We might not need to if you feel the slightest discomfort?"
Allison replied, "It's fine. I want your fingers up my backside, not driving me insane." A shudder accompanied her sentence.
The idea of her husband knowing was quite daunting. But I quivered inside. "How do I approach this?"
"Just gently push in while entering me. But be careful, considering I may cry out."
With eyes like the temptees' followers, she shifted onto her side and grabbed my hand to position it. Her face was beautifully entwined with my own as we examined the process.
"Stay gentle until I feel an opening. I want to witness and capitulate to the act."
Using another hand, she reached back and oiled myself with her vaginal lubrication. A movement towards the backdoor of her anus indicated an openness, and I used my fingers to push in slightly.
Emphasizing my worry, I added, "What if it causes you harm?"
"I'll survive this, just as I do any other time." Her voiced echoed with a defiance confidence.
The thousand-yard stare soon indulged in her, and she jerked back excitedly. "Now! Just take me."
This call to action encouraged rapid reaction, and I eased inside slowly but surely. Mutual groans stepped foot, mine, resulting from excitement, hers, from orgasmic beginnings. I then spent some time feeling the change between the softness of her vagina and the tightness of her rectum, my hips almost simultaneously proceeding to and retreating from her. I leaned forward to tease her nipples, and her exclamations encouraged further nipple stimulation; these nipples were now coated in her pussy's discharge. I achieved some balance and asked, "How can you achieve such utter delight?"
"It's in my nature. I can handle you," she in turn, answering.
Tracing her butt, I suddenly began focusing on her breasts again; both her chest and center were but puppet-like limbs captivated by my movements. She stranged negatively, so I moved back to her pussy to lubricate my erection. We changed positions, and she faced me as she raised her legs, locking them under her buttocks. I climbed on top and aligned the center, but Allison pushed my prick away before it could go in her. I then approached her anus with caution, tried fingering it gently, and felt it become receptive.
She pulled my hand out. "Now.""Slow process," was my reply.
Looking into my eyes, she quietly whispered, "I want to see you slide your rod in."
The knob atop me guided me to press against her anus until she relaxed, allowing me to cover her kitchen counter top with my penis.
Allison removed her hand from my penis and started alternately fingering herself and rubbing her clitoris. She began to vigorously hump herself onto me, and I knew she was about to climax. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples. The thought of her juices on her nipples excited me immensely. I moved my hand back between her legs, pushed her fingering hand aside for a moment, retrieved her wetness, and then spread it over her nipples. Allison lost her mind, and as she reachedorgasm, I fastened back onto her nipples and licked and suckedejaculathe from them. This, along with her climax, pushed me over the edge. I pushed as hard as I could into her anus and clung on for dear life as I emptied myself into her. She continued to climax, and I could feel her still fingering herself, so I kept the pressure on and endured it.
Eventually, she lifted her hand up from under me and used it to lift my head from her breasts. She gave me a long, passionate kiss.
"That was the best orgasm I've had in years. Lie next to me and hold me, please, and for God's sake, don't fall asleep on me," she said.
"I'm way too worked up and excited to sleep right now," I replied.
I rolled off her and hugged her close, and we snuggled together, kissing and whispering together. She questioned whether I had to leave in the morning, as her husband wouldn't return until late on Friday and possibly not until Saturday morning. I explained that we needed to join forces to carry any equipment that wouldn't fit on the other guy's trailer, but she persuaded me to commit to returning and even suggested that I could stay the night. I was unsure how she would manage to hide this from Hayley, but I kept my thoughts to myself.
I discovered that I needed to urinate and informed her of this. Allison got up and led me to a cupboard, where there was a toilet/bathroom. (This was extremely unusual in a campervan in those days.) Allison simply squatted down in front of me and urinated, leaving me utterly confused as to where to look, and she had a good laugh at me being such a prudish person. We returned to bed and continued our conversation.
The next thing I knew, I was awakened by Allison movingher hand down my body and taking my penis in her mouth. It quickly became erect and sent some anticipation shocks. I noticed it was getting light. I couldn't believe I had slept from around midnight until now.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" I inquired.
"I was just sleepy," she replied.
"Well, you really wore me out," I said, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
When I returned, Allison was lying on top of the covers, masturbating. She dipped her fingers into her vagina, giving me a sexy look and waiting for a reaction. I was embarrassed, so I slid down between her legs and started licking and teasing her. She reached behind my head with one hand while rubbing a nipple with her other hand. After a few minutes, I was becoming very sore from being so erect, so I moved up and slide my dick into her without even needing to use my hand - my penis seemed to know exactly where to go.
"Fuck me slowly," she whispered. "I want this to last. I'm not going to have you again for a while."
So I took long, slow thrusts and tried to focus on surfing and other topics to avoid cumming too quickly. Every now and then, I would pull out and rub my penis against her clitoris a few times before reinserting it and continuing to thrust her towards orgasm.
I amazed myself and managed to hold out for what felt like about half an hour. However, Allison began to clench her legs behind my hips, pulling me into her and asking me to fuck her hard now. I sped up and reached my climax. I wanted to yell, but I had to muffle my mouth into her neck and the pillow because I was aware that Hayley was sleeping outside in the awning.
When we regained our breath, Allison said I had to leave because their nosy neighbor would talk if she saw me exiting. It was now bright out, so I put on my clothes and quietly left the caravan. I promised to call before leaving.
As I walked along the road in the early morning light, I may have had a slight swagger in my step. My mind grappled with the fact that I had just had sex with a married woman and had sex in her anus.
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