Looking Back (M/F, anal)

	Alice's head moves just slightly on her pillow as I run my hand
slowly along her thigh and her ass. My other hand firmly, yet just as
slowly, strokes my cock.  I'm rock hard, but even if I could easily wake
her up I wouldn't want to.  She's had a long day and needs her sleep. As
I trace the contours of her shapely behind I can picture it perfectly.
Right now, the picture that is most clear in my mind is of her ass
presented to me as she is bent over in front of me.  I can't even begin
to count the number of times I have had her like that -- doggy style on
the bed, bent over the bed, bent over a chair, bent over damn near every
suitable piece of furniture in the house. And sometime, just plain bent
over.
	I can easily picture her perfect, round ass as I slide into her
inviting cunt, her puckered anus seeming to stare right at me.
Unfortunately, that's a road Alice and I have only traveled a few times,
she doesn't seem to care for it all that much. That hasn't been true of
all the women I've ever been with.  Kristie Jacobsen never had a problem
with it. Quite the opposite, actually.
	# # #
	I dated Kristie for about a year and a half right after I got
out of college. She had straight blonde hair, real cute, with a nice,
petite body.  Maybe 5'2", she couldn't have weighed more than 105
pounds. She had perky A-cup tits and with these sensitive little nipples
and a great little ass.  Did you ever hear guys describe how to measure
the width of the perfect ass? You put your thumbs together and then
extend your pinkies out as wide as they will go. Kristie fit right in
there with room to spare.  And believe me, I was intimately acquainted
with Kristie's ass.
	The third time we slept together, while I was doing her in the
missionary position, she told me she liked in the ass. I had never done
it before and I was eager to see what it was like. I got on my knees and
lifted her legs in the air with her knees by her head.  My cock was
slick with her pussy juices as I put the head up against her tight
little asshole.
	"Push it in," she urged me, smiling.
	 With a thrust I did just that, driving the head of my cock into
her. As I pushed it in deeper I enjoyed the feeling of the ring of her
anus, right at the entrance, keeping a tight grip on my cock. When about
half my stiff, hard cock was in her, I pulled back and started to slowly
fuck her ass, going in a little deeper at every stroke.  Her hand slid
between her legs and started to vigorously rub at her clit.
	"Fuck my ass!" she moaned. "Go ahead, fuck me hard. Harder! Yeah
like that, that's fucking great!"
	I was drilling into her with solid strokes, pulling all the way
out and then plunging all the way to the hilt.  I loved the sight of my
cock spreading her asshole on every stroke.
	With her hand working her clit, she came after only a couple of
minutes, which was a good thing because I was fighting to hold off my
own orgasm.  As soon as she came I started fucking her harder, pounding
my cock into her ass.
	"Fill me, fill my ass!" she screamed and in only a moment I did.
I don't think I had ever cum that hard before. As I shot my love juice
up into her bowels I would never stop. It seemed like my cock just kept
spurting until I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting.
	After that day, I don't think we ever had sex again without me
doing her in the ass. More often than not, I wouldn't even fuck her in
her cunt at all. She had a vibrator that she would use on her pussy
while I took her in the ass, and no matter what the position - and we
tried them all - she would usually come at least twice.  And of all the
times we screwed, I think the one that stands out best to me (after that
first time, of course) was when we were at a little bed and breakfast on
the Oregon Coast.
	We had a small, cozy room with a nice soft bed, lots of lace and
decorative stuff I can't begin to describe all over the place. The
closet was right at the foot of the bed and was closed with two sliding
doors that were solid mirrors.
	Right after we had unpacked, Kristie was standing in front of
the large mirror, brushing her hair.  I came up behind her, wrapped my
arms around her waist and started kissing her neck. She giggled and I
could see her smiling at me in the mirror. I kept kissing her and
brought my hands up to cup her tits.  She was hearing a thin cotton
blouse and no bra; with her small, firm breasts she hardly needed one.
I could feel her nipples against my hands as I continued massaging her
chest.
	"Is that a big hard cock I feel, or are you packing a gun?" she
asked me coyly.
	"I'm unarmed...so to speak," I told her.  "But I don't know
about you, perhaps a strip search is in order," I added, dropping my
hands and unbuttoning her jeans.
	"Only if it's going to include a full body cavity exam."
	With her jeans unfastened I hooked my thumbs in the waistband,
making sure to get her panties as well, and slowly lowered them to her
ankles, watching as her lovely legs were revealed in the mirror. She
stepped out of her pants, kicking them to the side as I stood back up
again. I started to unbutton her shirt with one hand as the other slid
between her legs, toying with her soft nest of golden pubic hair.
Fortunately there were only a few buttons;I had my hand inside her shirt
in no time, gently tugging on one nipple, then the other until they were
both were like spikes at the peaks of her chest.
	By now her cunt was starting to get wet and I slid a finger
inside her, easily followed by another.  She started to grind her ass
against my groin as I pumped two fingers in and out of her. After every
five or six strokes I would stop with my fingers deep insider her and
rub my thumb vigorously against her tender clit and give one of her tits
a firm squeeze.
	I had looked into her face and seen her enjoying my hand on and
in her body countless times before, but this was somehow different.  I
stared at her face in the mirror, with her eyes closed tight and her
mouth slightly open.  I watched one of my hands squeezing her compact
breasts and the other gliding in and out of her puss as she writhed
against me. I think I could have stood there like that for hours, but
she soon broke that embrace and turned to face me.  She put her arms
around me and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth, then
broke the kiss just as quickly to pull my shirt up over my head. She ran
her hand along my chest and then gave me one of her mischievous smiles
as she shrugged off her shirt and dropped to her knees.
	"Just about time we let this cat out of the bag, don't you
think?" she asked as she grasped my already rock-hard cock through my
slacks.
	I didn't even have to answer. She immediately opened my fly and
pulled my pants and boxers to the floor, helping me to step out of them
before she tossed them into the corner.
	She ran her tongue from the base of my rod slowly up to the tip,
the pulled me into her mouth. I glanced in the mirror and took in the
view of her head slowly bobbing up and down on my cock; one hand
cradling and gently fondling my balls.
	I suppose the psychologists would say that I have some innate
male dominance fantasies. They're probably right.  The image of us in
the mirror is still vivid in my mind and one of the most erotic I can
imagine.  In profile in the mirror, this beautiful woman, is kneeling in
front of me with her mouth and hands diligently working to pleasure my
swollen dick, seemingly on her knees worshipping her deity, the Mighty
Penis.  I benevolently stroked her hair and she smiled up at me for a
moment, and then returned to her prayer.
	My reign was short-lived.  After a couple of minutes she pulled
herself away from her devotions for a moment to grab her purse. I sat on
the edge of the bed and she once again knelt in front of me. Her warm
mouth once again engulfed my cock, sucking deeply as her tongue played
my cock like a virtuoso.  Only now I also heard the distinct hum of her
favorite vibrator from between her legs.
	"Don't want to get you too worked up too quickly," she chided
only a couple of short minutes later.
	She reached again into her purse and took out a tube of K-Y,
squeezing a generous dollop into her hand.  She rubbed it onto my shaft,
already wet with saliva, thoroughly coating it. She stood and turned
around, lowering herself to me.  She stopped with my swollen cockhead
right at the entrance to her tight, puckered asshole and her vibrator
held firmly against her cunt.
	Most of the time when you have anal sex, you start by fingering
the lady's rectum.  First one lubed finger, then maybe two, relaxing her
and beginning to spread her so that your somewhat larger penis won't be
uncomfortable as it goes in.  But not for Kristie.  She never allowed me
to touch her asshole until I shoved my cock into it.  She claimed that
the best part of anal sex was that feeling when her tight nether hole is
suddenly stretched and penetrated by a hard dick. And that is just what
she got this time as well.
	Once she was sure that my cock was firmly against her entrance,
she put her weight against her backside and pushed herself onto me. The
feeling was fantastic as her rear tunnel squeezed me in a tight,
well-lubed grip.  I grabbed her hips and forced her all the way onto me.
She held herself there, filled up, and I watched her face in the mirror
start to contort in pleasure.  Her breathing began to quicken as she
ground the buzzing vibrator harder against her clit.  I reached up and
pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out.  She lifted herself up, all
the way off me, then dropped slowly back down, cumming already as she
did.
	"That was awfully quick," I told her as her body shook in
orgasm.
	"Just.  Getting started," she panted.
	"Damn right!" I said lifting her hips.
	Kristie really didn't need any coaxing.  Slowly at first, she
started humping my cock with her ass.  I leaned back and put my arms
behind to balance as I thrust into her, meeting her stroke for stroke.
All the while my eyes never left the mirror.  The bright pink vibrator
stood out against the golden curls at her crotch. I could see my cock
gliding in and out of her ass, faster and faster.  Her little tits
jiggled at every bounce as her blonde hair flew around wildly. The whole
picture was so exciting and the feeling of her asshole pounding up and
down on my cock was so intense that I couldn't hold out long.  I
exploded into her with a loud moan that just made her buck harder and
faster as my cum added to the lubrication in her ass.  She came seconds
later in a much more intense orgasm than her first. I collapsed all the
way back onto the bed and she sat on my lap, slumped forward and still
completely impaled on my cock. The muffled buzz of her vibrator came
from somewhere under the bed
	# # #
	The image of Kristy is crystal clear in my mind as my wife Alice
lay on her side, her back to me.  I gently ease her upper leg forward
then pause, listening to her steady breathing.  She is still fast
asleep.  God, I'm so hard. I can't help but play with her. Just a
little.  With her legs shifted like this I can softly slide my hand
between her legs and run my finger back and forth along her slit. Her
hips move a little, but she doesn't wake.  Pushing tenderly against her
pussy I can feel a trace of wetness.