Note: I helped Lee with this somewhat, she has allowed me to repost where I
want...
Part 1
This story is for "Squeeze Girl" who wrote about her Private Anal Pleasures
on May 24th on SoloTouch (http://www.solotouch.com/contri.php?story=15150).
She asked about other girls who enjoy anal fun.
A quick note about myself. My name is Lee, I'm in my 40's as well, married,
and a big beautiful woman. I have long, curly black hair, green eyes, and am
proud of my ample DD cup breasts.
My first encounter with anal sex occurred when I was 14. I had been playing
with myself for several years, but always hid it well, and felt guilty
afterward. Growing up I heard my mother rant about "those sex perverts" and
had the notion that "good girls don't do that" and "sex is nasty". So it's
no wonder I grew up with a guilt complex.
Anyway I was in the hospital for something, and had to have several enemas.
The nurse who gave them to me would come in, and rub my naked ass to "calm"
me. She would then lube her finger, and rub it in a circle on my anus.
Despite the fact I was sick, I was surprised to find myself getting aroused.
I found myself actually enjoying the feeling of the nozzle sliding up my
ass. Afterward, when I was really kinky I would rub my anus with one hand
while doing my pussy with the other. While I'd have a great cum, I always
felt guilty afterward.
My life and attitudes changed during my senior year in high school. My dad
got a job working for a company where he had to travel, working out of town
for months at a time. I convinced them I was old enough to take care of
myself (I'd be turning 18 in October) so off they went. It's kind of amusing
now, but at the time I was even too shy to get naked and masturbate while
the sun was still up. I actually waited until the sun went down before I
decided it was OK to pleasure myself.
It was an odd time, I would spend my evenings naked, masturbating. I even
went so far as to use things like carrots and cucumbers up my pussy and ass.
The morning after a good ass reaming I would feel really guilty, and swear
never to do it again, and not touch myself for several days. Inevitably I'd
return to it.
My attitudes received a needed overhaul when Helen moved into the
neighborhood, a few houses down from me. Helen was a divorcee in her early
40's. Like me she was on the chunky side, with short graying hair. Maybe it
was just because Helen and I both lived alone, but for whatever reason we
became good friends. As time passed we became open with each other, talking
about anything and everything, including sex. Helen was also not shy, she
had no problems changing clothes in front of me, letting me see her in her
undies or even naked.
Helen taught me a lot, but the thing she really drilled into me was that
sex, and hence masturbation, is not "dirty", that good girls DO do it, and
that anything you do to yourself or with another consenting adult is
perfectly OK.
It all started one November Friday evening. I had walked down to her house,
and was visiting when it started raining. Really pouring. Helen invited me
to spend the night, offering to have a fun "pajama party". I accepted, and
we continued to talk and chat. As the evening went on, Helen said it was
time for the pajamas, let's go get comfy.
Once in the bedroom she stripped down, and told me to do the same. She began
rummaging in the drawers, going "no, no... not them..." Finally she turned
to me, and said the hell with it, we both sleep naked might as well be
comfortable. She told me to loose the panties (the only thing I still had
on) and let's go back to the living room. I was a little nervous, but Helen
had seen me nude before while watching me dress, so I tossed my panties
aside and followed her out.
We sat on her sofa, talking about all sorts of stuff, eventually turning to
sex and masturbation. I wound up confessing to her my attitudes, and even my
anal sex guilt/pleasure issues. She held me as I cried, assuring me I was
not a "bad girl" and explained that whatever I did was OK. I wasn't hurting
anyone, I enjoyed it, so why feel guilty?
The speech made me feel better, but it didn't convince me, and I think Helen
could tell. It was then that she did something I will be eternally grateful
for. She showed me how to be guilt free.
Taking me to the bathroom, she got out her enema bag. The whole time she was
talking, saying how much she enjoyed it, how sexy it was, how great she
felt, and so on. She took me into the shower and slid the lubed tip up her
backside. While it was there she was rubbing her pussy, talking the entire
time saying positive things about how wonderful it was she could enjoy
herself that way.
She came noisily, moaning and groaning. When she stopped shaking, she told
me how great that was, and thanked me for sharing the experience. I was
shocked at how she was able to enjoy herself so openly and guilt free in
front of me, but aroused at the same time. I knew I wanted to be just like
her.
Helen pulled the enema nozzle out, and said "your turn!" She spun me around
and pushed me over, and began massaging my ass, then my anus. I was so
turned on, I never stopped to think about what I was doing, I was just
living the experience. After a few minutes of fingering me, Helen slid the
nozzle inside me then pulled me up and told me to play with my pussy.
I did, with her standing beside me, saying soothing, encouraging, sexy
things the entire time. It didn't take long before I came extremely hard, so
hard my pussy actually gushed! Helen pulled the nozzle out, talking the
entire time. He words made feel good, as she spoke of the wonderfulness of
our bodies, how great it was we could give ourselves that much pleasure.
After showering we went to her king size bed, where she got out her toys.
She demonstrated, then let me use many of her sex goodies, including
vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs. We masturbated many, many times that
weekend, using toys in all of our holes. She got me to admit, verbally, out
loud, that I did indeed enjoy masturbation, that I did indeed enjoy having
things up my ass. It was incredibly powerful, to hear myself, my own voice
admit my deeply held, inner most passions.
Over the rest of the winter and into the spring we grew close. Helen taught
me many more sexual techniques for self pleasure, and we explored our bodies
in a lot of different ways. She taught me to really enjoy the taste of my
own pussy, a taste I enjoy to this day. She showed me how to masturbate in
different positions. On my knees, back, doggy style, face down, face up,
standing, squatting, any way we could think of.
We had always been huggers, holding each other after a good cum, but one day
I just leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss. After that it became
normal for us to greet with a hello kiss, and give a kiss upon departing.
We also, after months of my begging, finally had a weekend of full blown
girl girl sex. Helen had always been cautious, limiting our sessions to
mutual masturbation with limited touching. Mostly just hugs, although I did
enjoy a good hug with our breasts and plump bellies mashing against each
other. Finally after months of my asking, we spent the weekend eating each
others pussies, using dildos on the other, and doing whatever else we could
think of.
Shortly after this Helen, in her wisdom, told me I had "graduated", and that
she felt I was ready for a life of guilt free masturbating. She said I
needed to start dating boys again and be with kids more my own age. At the
time I was hurt, but in retrospect she was right. I think she sensed I was
becoming too emotionally attached to her, and that I needed some one more my
own age to last me into the future.
I will forever love Helen, for the gift she has given me. She not only told
me, but showed me that it was perfectly OK for a woman (or a guy I guess) to
bring themselves pleasure, or to have any kind of pleasure with another
consenting adult. After that I was able to masturbate, day or night, using
all of my body holes, guilt free. To this day I happily enjoy stimulation in
my pussy and ass.
Helen was right too, I eventually found a nice guy and settled down. He was
a bit straight laced to start with, but I was able to bring him out of his
shell. but as this has gotten long, I'll make that another story.
I last saw Helen back in 1990, I had returned home for a visit. I slipped
away from my family to walk down to her house, and as usual we greeted each
other with a warm hug and kiss. I was distraught to see all the boxes, and
found Helen had retired and decided to move to Ohio to be closer to her
grandkids. I was grateful for the chance to tell her one last time what a
difference she had made in my life, how she had opened up a world of
pleasure to me.
Helen, if you happen to see this, know that I'll always have a special love
for you.
Lee
Part 2
This story is a continuation of my response to "Squeeze Girl" who wrote
about her Private Anal Pleasures on May 24th on SoloTouch
(http://www.solotouch.com/contri.php?story=15150).
In my last story, "My Private Anal Pleasures 1" I told the story of my
"cumming out". Now I'd like to tell how I got my husband out of his shell.
My husband was straight laced, having a somewhat repressed upbringing, not
too unlike my own. After a few years of marriage sex had grown a bit boring,
not varying too much from a weekly missionary style fuck. He was good, he
never failed to bring me to a good orgasm, but frankly I needed more.
After a lot of effort I finally got him to admit that he did, indeed
masturbate. I wanted him to show me, but at first he refused. Finally one
night I let him "catch" me, waking him up to the noises of my fingers
fucking my furry cunt. Being a guy he could not help but get aroused. After
my cum I started giving him a hand job, which he was enjoying.
Remembering Helen's techniques I guided his own hand to his stiff cock. I
spoke in quiet, erotic tones, encouraging him, telling him how much I wanted
to see him spurt, saying how badly I wanted him to feel good. He did shoot,
a massive load too! He was drenched in spunk from his chest to his crotch. I
lavished kisses on him as well as praise, saying how proud I was of him for
letting go. How happy I was that he felt good, and how much I wanted him to
do it whenever he needed it.
We repeated this several more times, then one night I was thrilled when he
turned to me in the darkness and asked if I was serious when I'd told him it
was OK for him to "do it to himself". I assured him I was, and again used
quiet encouragement and praise while he jacked off his wonderful cock.
I think the real breakthrough came late one night. I woke up about 2 am,
alone in bed. Naked (we sleep nude) I quietly looked around the house,
finding my husband sitting in front of his computer looking at some online
porn. He was naked, stroking his cock. I guess he heard me, as he jumped and
started to deflate, getting a guilty look on his face. Not wanting to deny
him pleasure, or mess up what I had accomplished so far, I almost shouted
"How wonderful!"
He got confused, so as I came to his side I told him how wonderful it was he
felt comfortable enough to masturbate now, how much I wanted him to be
happy, etc. I then went on to praise the girl he was looking at on the
computer, saying something nice about her tits or ass or something, and
encouraging him to keep stroking. I kept up my combination of encouragement
and nasty talking until he shot a nice load all over himself.
After that, my hubby became a horny little masturbator, I caught him
stroking often, and I made sure to let him "catch" me from time to time.
Oddly enough, he found out about my anal fun through one of those times
where he caught me, but I didn't mean for him to.
I was home alone and horny as hell, so got out my toys for some midday fun.
I was on my hands and knees, a vibrator buzzing away in my ass, a big thick
dildo on the bed rising up into my cunt, when my husband walked in on me! He
had come back to the house for some paperwork he'd forgotten. I was a bit
worried, even though he had loosened up I was afraid he still had enough of
his old straight laced notions he might freak. He kind of stammered, so I
decided to play it cool and take control of the situation.
I played it off like I was just masturbating, no big deal. He told me I
looked really sexy, but why did I have a vibrator in my ass? "Because it
feels good silly! Now, are you going to stand there with that big bulge in
your pants or are you going to fuck me?" Well, you can guess what he wanted,
in seconds he was naked.
I stayed in the doggy position, so when he moved behind me I missed the look
on his face when I pulled the vibe out of my asshole and said "fuck me
there!" There was a moments hesitation and I was afraid I'd pushed it too
far, but then I felt his pecker pushing at my back door. I was in ecstasy as
he pounded away at my plush ass, giving my shit hole a much needed fucking.
After it was all over we talked for a long time. I had to explain to him
that I simply enjoyed anal stimulation, that it made me feel good. I almost
laughed when he asked me didn't I think it was dirty. I asked him if I
enjoyed it, and it didn't hurt anyone, well what was dirty about that? I had
him there, as he couldn't come up with an answer!
For our next couple of encounters we added anal sex to our encounters, much
to my great delight. Plus I was now able to enjoy using a dildo or vibe up
my butt during our mutual masturbation without having to hide it from him.
About two months later, during one of these mutual sessions where I had the
vibrator up my bum, he started asking me all sorts of questions. How did it
feel, what was it like, what did it do for me, and so on. I finally said
"well hell try it for yourself!"
"I can't do that!" he blurted out. "Wouldn't that be like... weird or
something?"
"Why?" I encountered. "First, who is ever going to find out but us, second
if it feels good, why deny yourself the pleasure, third, I'd really get off
on seeing it!"
He agreed to think about it. Well, nothing more was said for a few weeks. It
was late one night, we had gone out and were getting to bed at almost two
am. I told him I'd like to have a quick masturbation session, to help me
relax, and he was welcome to do so as well. Horny, I had one dildo in my
pussy, another in my ass and was really getting into it, moaning and
groaning and cumming, when I heard those magic words. "You know honey, that
looks so good I think I'd like to try it up my butt."
I was thrilled, and told him so. I got between his spread legs, lubed him up
well, then slid my smallish vibrator up his bum. It took a while for him to
relax, but eventually he got it all in. I turned it on, and began giving him
a slow, drawn out hand job, wanting him to really enjoy this. When he came
it was like an volcano had erupted! His jism shot from his cock, flying
clear up to the top of his head! Long thick ropes were splattered from his
face to his crotch.
I turned off the vibrator, but left it in as I began slowly kissing and
licking the cum off his cock and my hand. Amazingly enough he stayed rock
hard. I kept it up, until I had licked up his spunk from his crotch. I
started moving up his chest, licking. "Ooo that's sexy." he moaned. "Does my
cum taste good?"
I ran my finger in a puddle of it on his tummy, then made a show of sucking
it off my finger. "Damn straight" I said lustily. Then, as my finger dipped
in for another helping a notion hit me. "Try it for yourself." I said,
holding the finger up to his lips. I fully expected him to refuse, but
instead he opened wide, sucking his own jism off my finger.
This turned me on incredibly, so for the next helping I licked his chest,
then rammed my cum coated tongue into his mouth where we shared his taste. I
did that with the rest of his load until he was all cleaned up. I then
climbed on and fucked the hell out of him.
The next morning we talked for a long time, and he admitted that he really
did enjoy the taste of his own jism. In his early teens he used to regularly
eat his own spunk so as to hide it. Somewhere along the way he admitted
doing so to one of his friends, who freaked out, called him names and
basically shamed him so bad he quit doing it. I gave him lots of hugs and
affection, assuring him it was great by me, I thought it was sexy, and so
on.
Today we have a lot of fun together. One of our favorite activities is a hot
mutual masturbation session. We will take turns sliding a vibrator up each
others ass. We will then sit across from each other, masturbating, me
tasting my fingers after each cum. He will make a big show of cumming into
his own hand then licking up the spunk.
We also have a lot of anal intercourse, and almost always after a good fuck
hubby will go down on me, eating his cum out of my wet pussy. I will also go
down on him, sucking our mutual love juices off his soft cock until he is
hard again.
I guess I'll stop this with some advice to Squeeze Girl and other ladies.
First, be patient. It took me quite a while to get over my inhibitions, and
even longer to get my husband over his.
Second, the best weapon is lots of encouragement and positive words. Keep
telling yourself that it's OK, there is nothing wrong with it. There are
lots of other girls (and guys) who enjoy the same things you do, and are
probably naked right now doing it. Anything you do to yourself (or with
another consenting adult), in your own privacy, that you derive pleasure
from and doesn't hurt anyone else, is perfectly OK. There's NOTHING wrong
with it.
As Helen did with me, and I did with my husband, you need to do with your
hubby. Praise him when he tries new things, explores new territories. Give
him lots of love and affection, and eventually he'll cum around.
And finally, don't forget to TALK to him. There's nothing like good
communication, to make your sex life better!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dildo up my ass, and vibrator in my pussy,
and really need to cum!
Lee
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