Up the Rabbit Hole

What people always ask me--and by people I mean men my age--is whether the boys I've been sleeping with lately aren't terribly inexperienced. I usually answer that 'experienced' is a polite way of saying 'stuck in a rut' but that's not the full answer. Men my age would be appalled to learn just how experienced these guys are. Your average twenty-something in the year 2006 has probably had more sex--and certainly with more partners--than a middle-aged, married guy can even dream of. I grant you most of these boys have never put any effort into learning how to please their myriad partners, but how many women have you learned to please? Before your marriage you were a selfish horny boy too and since your marriage, well, there's just been her, and I'm not her.

If nothing else, the boys know what they want and they approach it with vigor and stamina. They may cum in five minutes but old guys can't thrust for five whole minutes anyway. At least not without making sounds that threaten a heart attack. And their dicks are spongy. If a young stud hasn't got the talent to make me cum he's at least got the body and the beauty to make me enjoy the show--and provide material for self-stimulation later.

But even that isn't the full answer. The full answer is that the youngsters are adventurous and they drag me along with them. Far from the stereotype, I'm not the knowledgeable older woman initiating them into the ways of love. I'm the breathless neophyte saying 'yes' without hardly even having been asked. They expect what a gentleman in my day would never have suggested. And so I fuck young boys and so I enter my second adolescence--an age of discovery and exhilaration, of raging hormones and wet panties and wondering if anyone can smell me and half hoping they can.

Vadim had fucked me maybe three or four times before the day he unexpectedly shoved his cock up my ass. He always liked to finish with doggie style. Poor boys these days. They may get a lot of sex but they get it all with a condom on and the condom goes a long way to overriding their youthful inclination to cum too quickly. Nice for me--especially since I love it hard and hard is the only way they can feel it--but a little sad for them and the reason doggie style has become so hugely popular.

I've done more doggie style in the last year than in the previous twenty or so years of my sexual history. It was never my favorite position--for various reasons--but by the time Vadim moved to it I'd cum enough that it was fairly his turn and I didn't squawk. He started a pounding rhythm--the only kind he knew--and I made sounds like I was being thoroughly fucked, which I was. He stopped and pulled out and I waited to see which way he wanted me to flip. He had a short attention span and was always ready to move to the next position. But he didn't flip me--he cornholed me.

Maybe I've read too many first-time-anal stories but it wasn't a bit like I'd expected. There was no drama getting the thing in--and no lube either. One push and he was buried in me and any chance I'd had to protest had already been lost. The thing is, I've never said no. I've simply never been asked. And if I had been, I suppose I'd have said yes maybe but with lots of lube and slowly yada yada: the mechanics of a how-to article with the drama of a purple-prose porn story. Instead it was in before I knew it was going in and it was in all the way and it was moving--hard and fast.

And I liked it.

Don't get me wrong, it hurt. But it hurt in that way where you keep wanting it to hurt more. The harder he fucked my ass the better/worse it felt and the better/worse I wanted it to feel. It was over too soon. Because then I had to think about it.

He flopped on the other side of the couch. I curled into a fetal position and stayed where he'd left me. Eventually he asked me if there was something wrong and I said I'd never done that before and he said lots of girls liked it and some liked it more than the regular way and did I like it and I said I wasn't really sure but I thought so. I hadn't cum but I'd been about as turned on as I ever had and if he'd made any effort right then I'd have cum in a second but he didn't.

From then on he never fucked me without finishing in my ass and the pre-ass-fucking time was getting shorter while the ass-fucking time got longer and I wasn't complaining. I was anticipating. Only problem was he was fucking me less and less. Part of the adventurousness of young men is the urge to conquer new territory and I was pretty thoroughly conquered. He liked fucking me but only when he had nothing better to do. I was seeing another boy--a gentle one who loved stimulating me with his fingers (and was quite good at it)--but I found myself craving the ass fuck and when he wouldn't deliver it, I dropped him.

That's when I turned to vibrators.

I'd never owned a vibrator. Well, I'd never had cyber sex or shaved my pussy or been fucked in the ass either, so what the hell? I ordered a rabbit. When it came I dutifully put it in my pussy where it seemed to produce no effect. A rabbit can spin and swirl and vibrate but it can't fuck you hard. It has no thrust. But the gyrations got me thinking and before I knew it the rabbit was in my ass where the batteries were doing their best to keep it going against the increased pressure. It wasn't the same thing as a cock but it was amazing.

The one thing that had been missing when Vadim would fuck me was clitoral stimulation. He would sometimes fumble for a moment but he was moving so hard and so fast we both needed both our hands just to stay stable. And frankly I liked it that way. But the rabbit has ears--ears which hadn't lined up against my clitoris when I'd had it in my pussy but which were doing a pretty good job now. All I needed was some pressure. I pressed that bunny nose against my clit for all I was worth and then I simply didn't move. Gyrations inside, vibrations outside, completely still. I've never cum so hard.

But it wasn't enough.

Somehow as soon as you've had something in your ass you need something bigger in your ass. Almost as soon as I'd stopped cumming (well, as soon as I'd stopped cumming the fourth or fifth time), I was online shopping for new toys. That's when I discovered the bigger rabbit with the detachable ears. Taking the ears off lets you go deeper and the more stable base lets you plant it somewhere and fuck yourself. So now I've got gyrating, vibrating, and thrusting. I don't hardly need a man, do I?

But oh, how I want one. Vadim got too casual or too bored and we parted ways. No man since has been perverted enough or daring enough to ask me and the one I asked said no. Fucking idiot. I want the biggest cock I can find and the hardest slamming I can take. I want a man in my ass and a vibrator on my clit. I want DP with a churning rabbit and a relentless man. I want real DP with a man in both holes. I want it all.
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