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Twice in One Day
(modified from a story by notnice66)


Today, my Mom rings and asks me if I'm up for brunch, saying that it
would be nice to chat and catch up with things happening in our lives.
I hesitate because I want to lie in bed this morning. My husband,
Gavin, has gone to his Saturday golf; but before he went, we had our
usual Saturday morning fool-around in bed. However, this time he
insisted on doing me anally. In our four years together, I've never
gotten quite used to this, even though he does it to me once or twice a
month.

This morning, my butthole feels quite sore; and for the last couple of
hours, I've been recuperating. I've heard that most married women
in their early-twenties have anal sex, so I never refuse when Gavin
positions me on my hands and knees and lubes me up between my buttocks.
When I don't reply right away, Mom asks if anything is wrong. I tell
her 'of course not', and say that I'll be over in a few minutes.
I shower and dab some aloe vera cream on my anus. I'm still a bit
tender 'down there', but the cream is soothing as I massage it in.
I put on a summery cotton sundress, and write a note to Gavin that
I'm off to meet my Mom.

I'm somewhat uncomfortable driving, and I shift uneasily every time
the car hits a bump. I try to drive slowly.

When I arrive, my mother greets me at the door and ushers me in. She
follows me down the long hallway as I try to walk normally. I carefully
sit down at the kitchen table, managing not to squirm, and look up with
a smile. She raises an eyebrow and gives me a look that says that she
can see right through me. In a no-nonsense voice, she asks how come
I'm walking funny. I try to deny that there was anything wrong, but
she won't accept any prevarication. Finally I tell her that nothing
is wrong- just that Gavin and I had 'greek' sex this morning, and
it has left me a little sore.

She smiles in relief and says she was worried that I'd hurt myself or
(in a hushed voice) that Gavin had been rough with me. I smile back and
concur that Gavin was 'rough', but not in the sense she was worried
about. We giggle and she gets a bottle of wine from the fridge. She
pours us both glasses and says that early in her marriage, backdoor-sex
had left her quite sore too. I gasp, having never imagined that she and
Dad would have ever engaged in such a sex act. They've been divorced
for a decade, and I'm not used to the thought of them having had sex
at all, let alone anal sex. She laughs at my reaction and says that
their marriage had been pretty exciting at first; and that even when it
began to fall apart, the sex had kept them together longer than they
otherwise would have been.

She says that the key to coping with anal sex is preparation. I ask
what she means, and she says that when she was well prepared for the
act, then it was actually quite fun and didn't leave her limping
about the house the next day and gritting her teeth when she'd needed
to go to the toilet. I'm somewhat puzzled- and as we sip the wine,
she tells me that early in their marriage when Dad wanted her from
behind, he used to just slap on a dab of the most convenient lubricant
and quickly push his way in. This had obvious painful consequences for
Mom- which is much like Gavin does to me.
But Mom found that if he took his time and lubricated and played with
her butt deeply, and stretched her rectum gradually with his fingers,
that when it came time for him to insert his penis into her rectum, it
actually felt pretty good. But he didn't often take the time- rather
he'd be fucking her vaginally and suddenly decide he wanted a bit of
the 'other' orifice, and that was it.

Mom takes a long sip from her glass and tells me that she'd decided
that the best way to handle this part of their sex life was to
determine when they were going to have anal sex and prepare herself
beforehand. She'd bought a dildo and used it to gently stretch her
rear passage and get it used to something approaching the size of a
penis. I must have a look of shock because she smiles at me with a
matter-of-fact expression on her face.

"It was actually quite a bit of fun." she confides, her eyes
sparkling.

We both giggle. She then confides that it was she who took the
initiative with Dad. If they hadn't had anal sex for a while, and she
figured they were about due. She'd ring dad at work and tell him that
something 'special' was in store for him when he got home. By the
time he'd drive up, she'd be ready with her rear passage all
stretched and heavily coated with gel. No matter how fast and hard he
mounted her- and sometimes he was like a bull at the gate- she was
able to manage and (more often than not) enjoy it. Of course, he'd
still sometimes do it on a whim while they were having normal sex and
catch her unprepared. But as time went on, she was able to even handle
this spontaneity with less and less discomfort. She eventually found
that she could take the horny husband's pounding at her buttocks in
stride.

Mom gets up and starts preparing the table for brunch. These
revelations about my parents has left me lost for words and I watch her
silently, my thoughts teeming with images of them having 'greek'
sex.

The back door slams. Max, Moms' boyfriend for the last couple of
years, comes in. He's a heavily built, hairy old guy- 74-years-old,
and about 5' 10", 270 lbs. He has a large, bald head with a ring of
white hair around the sides; a craggy, fleshy face; and thick, long
white beard and moustache. He looks bearish with his big, hairy body,
thick neck, big bulbous nose, and thick white eyebrows. He's a
mechanic, and his hands show the marks of his trade- his scarred and
gnarly, fat, sausage-like fingers always seem stained with grease. He
has a gruff demeanor; though he can be cheery and quick to smile- like
what you sometimes see in mechanics when you take your car in for
service. However, there is also a glint of meanness in his dark eyes.
He's OK, I guess; but I have often wondered why Mom has been hooked
up with him for so long- particularly with his being over thirty years
older than her.

After nodding 'hello' and giving me the usual lecherous
'once-over', he goes straight to the fridge for a cold beer. I
watch now as he tilts his head back and takes a long swig from the beer
can. He's in grubby work shorts and t-shirt. His t-shirt rides up
over his protruding, large, hairy belly. But strangely enough, today I
don't find him and his massive gut unattractive for some reason.
Despite myself, I find myself becoming aroused by the burly,
silver-bearded old man.

Mom asks him how things are going. He is installing a new inboard motor
in his fishing boat in the back yard and says he'll have to get some
more welding rods or something. She says she'll bring him out some
lunch in a few minutes. He finishes the beer, takes another one from
the fridge, and heads back out again.

Mom is dishing out frittata and salad and asks me to refill the wine
glasses. I am curious about her and Max- in a sexual sense- but
don't say anything.
She breaks the silence by asking if I have a vibrator or dildo I can
use. I blush and nod 'no'.

She tells me that I should get one or both of them, and then sighs and
says whimsically that she doesn't know what she'd do without 'Mr.
Buzzy'. We both giggle and I see my chance. Trying to sound casual, I
ask her if she uses it to prepare herself for 'special' nights with
Max. She laughs and says that's not necessary. I say 'Oh?' She
tells me it's not what I think. She and Max do have anal sex-
rather often in fact- but that Max prepares her himself. I picture
Mom kneeling on the bed with Max probing between her buttocks with one
of those fat, oil-stained fingers!

She stands at the counter, wineglass in hand, and tells me that Max
loves to kiss and lick her butt as a prelude to rear-end action-
which is just as well, she reflects, because he is definitely
over-sized in the penis department. She holds up the continental
cucumber she's been slicing and blows out an exhausted breath. We
laugh, but I feel a hot dampness between my thighs. Mom serves the
plates and tells me how on their first date the old man had made the
most amazing love to her backside. We start to eat (though I'm so
mentally preoccupied that I don't taste anything), and she says how
analingus has made the whole 'greek' sex thing a wonderful
experience for her- even though Max stretches her to the limit.

We have barely started eating when the phone rings. It is Deirdre, one
of Mom's close friends. Mom is very apologetic on the phone and says
that she'll be there in a few minutes. She hangs up and tells me that
she'd clean forgotten that she had a function to attend, and that she
has to dash. I started to get up, but she insists that I finish eating
before going- at least one of us should enjoy the meal. I heard her
fussing in the bedroom for a minute, then she hurries out the back door
and speaks to Max. I hear her car start up and drive out.

I finish up quickly and clear the table. I am just starting the dishes
when Max comes in the back door. He goes to the fridge, and I am very
conscious of my dress stretched tight over my backside as I lean over
the sink, the hem riding halfway up the back of my thighs. But then I
hope he's looking at me, and that hopefully he is thinking about what
a shapely bottom I have- more round and taut than my mother's
bottom. I get a hot surge in the pit of my stomach.

Max says I should finish the wine- there's only a glass-full left
in the bottle. I say 'no', telling him that I have to get going.
But he insists, and I then say "OK." I dry my hands and he brings
the wine bottle over. I check out the front of his shorts to see if
there is a noticeable bulge. I blush when I realize he has caught me
looking.

He passes the glass, his fingers brushing against mine- a flash of
electricity that jolts deep in me- and I take a gulp to dampen my dry
mouth and try to regain my composure. Max smiles at me, his eyes
calculating, and tells me what a good-looking young woman I am. He says
that he's always admired me, and that he's told Gavin a dozen times
what a lucky guy he is. He says that I've got my mother's sexy good
looks, and (he winks) probably her sexy love of life, too. I'm not
use to this kind of flirting and don't have a quick rejoinder. He
steps closer and puts a hand on my hip, lightly stroking. He tells me
that he thinks I'm a real sexy 'chick' and has long wanted to
tell me what I do to him.

I can see where this is going, but I'm powerless to stop it. His hand
goes to my breast and he squeezes my tits with a gentle but firm grip.
My vagina starts to heat up more. I am almost breathless in
anticipation and when he leans forward, I let him kiss me, allowing his
pulpy tongue into my mouth, his lips surprisingly soft on mine. I
don't respond at first, secretly enjoying the masculine, pipe
tobacco-taste of his mouth, and the insistent probing of his tongue. I
hesitantly suck back on it though his thick white beard and moustache.
His kiss is long- and with the attention to my breasts, I am panting
heavily. He pulls back, takes me by the shoulders and turns me around.
He unzips my dress, pushes it from my shoulders and unclasps my bra. I
shrug out of the garments and stand before him in just my panties. He
backs me up against the counter and bends his head to my breasts. The
burly old man is very skillful- much more so than Gavin. He seems to
know exactly what I like. In only a minute he has me moaning and
holding the back of his head as his lips and tongue work over one of my
breasts, and then the other. His hands push down my panties, and start
kneading my buttocks. He's grinding his groin hard against me, and I
feel a big, hard lump in his shorts.

The old man steps back and looks at me with his dark blue eyes. I smell
his sweat and feel my arousal. My breasts feel hot and heavy. I have
never felt so aroused in my life. He tells me to turn around. I don't
move, showing my uncertainty with my eyes. He grabs my shoulder, spins
me around and lands a couple of sharp smacks on my backside. I brace
myself against the counter and push my butt back. He gives me a dozen
hard smacks. It makes me feel hot and wet, something I've never
imagined happening. I'm light headed with desire! He kisses the back
of my neck down along my spine- his hands pushing my panties down to my
knees and letting them fall to the floor. He's squatting behind me
with his hands kneading my buttocks again. At his urging, I shift my
legs so that they are wide apart. He gazes at my butt and chuckles,
saying that he can see that Gavin has beaten him to it. He says that he
knew that I was an ass-slut, just like my mother. I sense his face
moving down to my bottom.

Suddenly, I feel his tongue wash up and down my crack and probe at my
pucker. I shiver as I realize that, after hearing my mother describe
what the old man has been doing to her behind, I have a yearning need
for Max to orally stimulate my rear passage. He is now kissing and
licking right on my anus, and I find myself moaning uncontrollably. He
forces his fat tongue against the anal muscle and I try to relax,
whimpering as it pushes up into my butthole. The only other intruder
that has ever been up there is Gavin's cock, and this feels much
different- softer, gentler, and hotter (or maybe that's just his
breath blowing hard against me). I love it, and gasp at him not to
stop. I feel the old man's coarse curly whiskers scratching against
my butt-cheeks.

Max kisses, licks, sucks, and tongue-fucks greedily at my asshole. His
mouth is hot on my puckered pink eye. The slight remaining soreness
from this morning's assault is soothed, and then disappears.

One of his large fingers is rubbing up and down between my labia as he
clutches and massages my breasts with the other hand. He sits back on
his heels and tells me I have a sweet, hot ass. He smacks my buttocks a
couple of times with his big calloused hands, making me gasp and moan,
then he again ducks his bald head back between my smarting cheeks. He
continues to probe with his tongue.

With the oral stimulation on my backside, his finger diddling my pussy,
and his hand on my breasts, I soon have a shuddering orgasm!

He has to hold me up as I go weak in the knees! It's a long time
before I am calm enough to stand on my own. He tells me he could eat my
ass all day. The thought gives me a hot rush!

He stands and tugs his t-shirt over his head. His body is hairy and
powerful- his heavy gut just adding to his maleness. He pulls me to him
and kisses me, his lips hot and pulpy under his thick facial hair. My
breasts are crushed against his gray-haired chest. His sweaty, oily
smell is incredibly arousing and I nuzzle his hairy chest and lick the
salty flesh. He grabs a handful of my hair and guides my face to his
hairy armpit.
For a couple of minutes I lick and suck, drinking in the sexy smell of
this man who is even older than my two grandfathers. I realize that I
like the fact that there is such an age difference between us, and that
he is making me service his powerful old masculinity.

Max tells me that I'm a slut, and that it's time to get fucked. He
tells me to pull down his shorts. I squat before him, hook my fingers
into the waistband and tug them down together with his boxer shorts. I
get a pungent whiff of sweat and male musk. I gaze at his fat cock and
it reminds me of a great, plump bratwurst hanging potently below his
fat belly, the glistening head just visible inside the thick foreskin.
He doesn't have to say anything - I just dip forward and take the
satiny flesh between my lips. I rarely suck Gavin's cock. It's not
something I've ever much enjoyed and usually resist when he hints
that he wants a blowjob. But now I just want to lick and taste this old
man's flesh- to draw in the musty sweaty scent of his gray pubic hair
and revel in his masculinity. I probe under his foreskin, lap up the
cheesy slime collecting there, and suck on the bulbous head as it
emerges from its hiding place. He has his hands in my hair and pulling
my head to him as he orders, "Suck it, cunt!" Normally I hate that kind
of talk, but now it just makes me hotter and I suck harder.

Once hard, his cock is very big and it stretches my mouth almost
painfully wide. Saliva is dribbling down my chin as I work back and
forth on it. He tells me that I'm not much of a cocksucker- and that
I need to take lessons from my Mom. He tells me to suck his balls. I
take a fat, gray-haired orb into mouth while caressing his hefty cock
with one hand. At his direction, I roll it around and suck it. The
coarse gray hairs of his scrotum get stuck in my teeth as I try to take
in his sweaty balls. My nostrils are filled with the strong smell
emanating from the old man's sticky nut-sack. After I do each
testicle twice, he is satisfied and tells me to wait.

He goes through to the bedroom and returns a moment later with a
battered tube of KY jelly in his hand, his cock swaying menacingly
before him. I have a moment's apprehension now that he is about to
put that monster up my butt, but I am hot as hell. I feel somewhat
reassured that the burly old man won't ram his cock into me without
preparation, remembering that my mother said that Max always prepares
her really well before he fucks her up the butt. I give him a lusty
look, and tell him to prepare me good because I've never had anything
near his size in me. I then turn away, bend at the waist and brace my
hands on the edge of the counter. He chuckles and says, "Don't worry,
baby! I know exactly what to do!"

This is obviously true, because for the next five minutes, he's
greasing deep up my anus, working one and then two fingers in, and
slowly stretching my anal passage. All the while he's telling me that
I'm a sexy, slutty, cock-hungry bitch. His other finger is working my
pussy, keeping me so horny that I am continuously churning my thighs.
He announces that I am ready and spanks my butt-cheeks a half dozen
times.

I look back and see that his cock has lost some of its hardness. I go
to my knees and take it back in my mouth, determined to show him that I
do have some oral skills. He tugs my hair and forces as much of his
meat into my mouth as I can take. His cock is thick and long, and I gag
as he pumps it at my throat. He calls me a dick-sucking whore. I moan
in agreement.

Soon Max is extremely hard; and although I am hungry for his big cock
and want him to continue raping my mouth, he drags me off his thick
penis and pushes me towards the kitchen table, growling at me to bend
over. As I do so, my breasts press against the tablecloth, and reach
back to hold my buttocks apart. I look back and see him gazing at my
pink little hole, idly stroking his rampant cock. I clench my sphincter
a couple of times making my anus wink. He growls out again, telling me
that I'm really asking for it, and that my ass is going to get the
fucking of my life.
He slaps my ass hard several times, which brings tears to my eyes. I
realize that I like the old man dominating me, though.

I nod in submission, and he steps forward, lodging the fat helmet of
his cock against my greasy pucker. I wait for the forward push but he
just holds it there and tells me how he's going to fuck my ass better
than my husband ever did- and how he's going to fuck me so long my
asshole won't close until tomorrow. He says that he's going to
shove his cock so far up my gut that I'll be able to feel it under my
rib cage- and how he's going to shoot his sperm so deep that I'll
be shitting it out for a week. I get more excited as the old man
describes how he's going to make me suck his cock clean afterwards,
and how he's going to also shoot a big load of his old-man sperm down
my young, feminine throat. I've been squirming in anticipation and
lust all during the old man's descriptions of what he going to do to
me, and when he finally pushes forward I am just about begging for it!

Despite all the preparation, he is still a very tight fit. His fat cock
must be 8-inches long and at least 3-inches wide. My sphincter is
resistant but he applies steady pressure and it stretches and stretches
then lets him in. I am hyperventilating and he pauses, gives another
little push, pauses and pushes again. He is half in me and massages my
buttocks as he then begins to rock back and forth a little. He must
sense that I am doing all right because he puts a hand firmly in the
small of my back and steadily drives the remaining half of that fat
prick into my rectum. I expect him to pause but he doesn't, pulling
immediately back and then plowing all the way in again, then again and
again. I'm in pain, but it is incredibly sexy having this burly old
man pumping his fat dick up into me. I am moaning constantly in lust
and excitement.

He rests his big, heavy, hairy belly on top of my back and grips the
back of my neck, humping like a jackrabbit hard up my ass. I try to
push and back at him, and he grunts out that I'm a pig for his big
dick up my ass, just like my mother. He fucks me hard, just like I know
he fucks my mother. He chuckles, driving deep and lifting me onto my
toes. I moan and feel an orgasm approaching. He says that my mother
begs for it too and can't get enough. He jabs into me again and
again. He grunts out that he sometimes brings a friend over, and they
both fuck my mother's ass until she's nearly senseless from their
big cocks reaming her tight tunnel.

With the old man's sexy words ringing in my head, my orgasm hits like
a train and I go into a shuddering fit! Max laughs and slaps my flaming
butt-cheeks and thrusts away, causing the shudders to go on and on. I
barely know what is happening. I have never had an orgasm like this,
and I'm stunned that my getting fucked anally is causing it. Finally
I go limp.

Max stops fucking me, and eases his cock out of my grasping rectum. I
look back at him, hair across my eyes, my chest heaving. With a grin he
pulls me back off the table and pushes me to my knees on the linoleum
floor. He wipes his thick cock over my lips and I open and take the
greasy organ into my mouth. It tastes more of KY than of my butt, and I
quickly suck it clean. He holds my hair and face fucks me, telling me
to suck all the ass-juice off. He wants me to taste his ass, too. He
turns around and pulls apart his fat hairy buttocks, revealing a dark
crack lined with damp gray hair. I don't hesitate. In fact, I want to
lick his butt.

As I clean his salty crack and tongue his hole, he tells me that I am a
complete anal slut! Then he pulls me up and sits me on the table. He
steps up and slots his cock against my puckered pink hole again.
Wanting to kiss him deeply, I can't reach up to his face because of
his great girth. I put my arms around his wide waist as he pushes back
up into my rectum. His heavy gut means he can't get in all the way at
the angle he's fucking me, so I lie back and put my legs up on his
shoulders. He grins- this position obviously being to his liking. He
begins to fuck me with long strokes. The penetration is unbelievable
and I am almost swooning in pain and pleasure.

He tickles my clit, and I start that climb towards orgasm again. When I
am real close he leans forward and sucks a nipple hard, and crimps it
with his teeth. I cum and cum and cum. He is fucking me so hard the
table is shaking. I pant and hold onto his forearms. He is sweating and
tells me that he's about to cum. I clench my sphincter and his eyes
close, his sweat dripping onto my slick, flat belly.

Suddenly he pulls all the way out and gasps out for me to take him in
my mouth. I quickly get back onto the floor and down on my knees- my
eyes and mouth gaping at the old man's big, angry, swaying organ. He
grunts as he slides that fat fucker back through my lips. It tastes
more intense this time. I suck hard and work it with my lips and
tongue. I can feel the thick cock head pumping across my uvula as the
old man grabs the back of my head in his big hands and starts to hump
my mouth. I try to relax and let his thick cock fuck down into my
throat.

The burly 74-year-old man grunts out, 'Yyaaarrrrgghhh!" and big,
thick, hot spurts of sperm gush forcefully into my mouth, and clear
back into my throat, gagging me. Max grips my head tightly, pulling me
deeply into his gray-haired crotch as I suck and swallow as best I can.
Despite being occupied by what the old grandpa was doing to me, in the
back of my mind, I feel somewhat proud that as a petite 22-year-old
girl, I have the opportunity to suck-off and swallow the sperm of such
a burly, grizzled old man.

I hear more grunts from old Max as he pumps away at my head and as more
of his thick semen gushes out and washes over my tonsils. My throat is
clogged with the old man's big load of sperm. I choke and sputter as
it feels like ten or eleven big spurts of the old man's nut-juice
splurt down into my throat. I can feel the warm sperm trail down my
esophagus. I fantasize that it totally fills my belly and impregnates
me.

His cock is softening and I let it plop out of my mouth as I cough up
some of his copious semen. The viscous fluid coats my tongue with a
salty, bitter, and strong chlorine-like taste. As I gaze toward his
gray-haired crotch, I see that a long strand of sperm/saliva now
connects my lips and his pulsing, fat cock-head. I hungrily lap it up
and suck away a couple more big trickles of the old man's semen that
ooze from the urethral opening. I also start to tongue under and around
the thick foreskin covering the rim of the dickhead, causing the burly,
bearded old man to shudder. I watch his big, hard, gray-haired belly
jiggle, which somehow excites me.

Max is panting and wipes the sweat off his face and torso with a tea
towel. I stand, and he pulls me over for a warm kiss and asks if I'm
OK. I snuggle against him and say, "Yeah, but my bummy is
smarting!" He laughs and tells me that it'll feel better soon; and
that next time, he'll spurt his big load against my asshole and in my
'backdoor', and that this will lubricate the soreness away. He says
that now that he knows what a hot fuck I am, he'll be coming over to
see me often- so I'd better get used to the size of his big dick up
my rectum.

As I watch him wipe his sweaty face with the tea towel again, I wonder
if that is what I want (I'm not sure that I want a sore ass from both
my husband and from my mother's burly, hairy, white-bearded, elderly
boyfriend several times a week). I see that more drops of semen are
gathered at his foreskin, and go to my knees and clean that wonderful
fat cock, thinking about fucking it a couple of times a week. I suck it
and roll the big, gray-haired balls with my mouth and hands. The old
man laughs and says that I've milked him dry.

I look up at him and pout, letting him know that I want to suck him and
get fucked by him again. He says he's going to come visit me during
his lunch break on Monday or Tuesday; and so to make sure that I'm
home- he needs to feed his little grand-baby girl (me, of course) his
big load of sperm in both her asshole and her mouth. It excites me to
think of taking more of this burly, bearded ol' grandpa's sperm
into my slim, young, feminine body.

On the way home, I marvel at what has happened. I can't believe how
much I loved being butt fucked and treated like a whore. Not just that,
but I've never enjoyed fellatio before, and rarely allowed any of my
lovers to cum in my mouth - let alone swallow semen. I also wonder
that I don't feel guilty for cheating on Gavin. I've never been
unfaithful before, and never imagined it. But I do have a guilt flash
at the thought of having screwed my mother's old-aged lover, though I
also feel something like triumph. Amazingly, I want more sex and touch
my breasts as I drive.

I know Gavin will likely be watching car racing on TV when I get in,
and I wonder how best to seduce him...


starchild2010

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