Reunited With Anal

It was weird kissing her again. I missed it. She was also more sexually driven then when I had fucked her last, which was a pleasant surprise. All my memories with Isla were romantic, intimate, infrequent, and she had only ever wanted to do missionary. She was a simple woman with simple desires. Now, I was pinning her against the wall, and she had her right leg straight up in the air, her ankle on my shoulder. I didn't know she was so flexible.

Her pussy wasn't as tight as I remembered, but it was just as good. Too good almost, I was getting close. I needed this to last longer. I told her I wanted to eat her out and she agreed. I pulled out of her and knelt, her leg dropping from my shoulder like a bag of bricks. I ran my hand up her pussy, my middle finger pushing into it. I couldn't help but stare at her clit as I rubbed it. She moaned softly.

"Okay, come on," she said, putting her hand on the back of my head, "Pick up the pace." She forced her clit in my mouth, but I welcomed it and started licking and sucking. She was thrusting her hips slightly, moaning, her hand gripping the hair on the back of my head. Her smell and taste brought back memories I had forgotten. Mostly, the times where I would eat her out in the back of my dad's old pick up behind this shitty pizza place at about two in the morning. It was weird, but we were both into it. I wish I hadn't forgotten them.

She was moaning hard and gripping my hair harder. I was trying to keep up, but she was thrusting her hips fast, pushing my face into her crotch, using me like a sex toy. I wasn't complaining.

My face was wet with her juices.

"Ahh, fuck," she cried out as her legs straightened. I felt the muscles in her ass tense, and she became silent as she orgasmed. She let out sporadic loud moans between the silence.

When she was easing down, her grip on my head loosened and her body went limp against the wall. I stood and she took me in a kiss, grabbing my face with both her hands. She licked herself off my lips and chin. "Fuck..." I exhaled quietly. I didn't mean to, but she was just so sexy, and her tongue on my face was like nothing I had felt in a long time.

She stopped and looked at me, our faces inches apart and whispered, "I want you to fuck my ass."

I had to have heard her wrong. Her ass? She had never let me do that before. She really has changed... She must have seen my shock because she nodded and said, "yes, my ass."

I took her to the couch and she got into position. I was knelt behind her, rubbing and gripping her round ass cheeks. They felt like firm balloons how they molded perfectly in my palm. She reached for her bag that was sat on the coffee table and pulled out a small bottle of lube. She handed it to me from between her legs. I squirted some into my hand and jerked myself.

Spreading one of her cheeks I grabbed my dick and rubbed her asshole with the tip. I moaned, she exhaled heavily, pushing back into me, begging for me to put it in. So, I did and, at first, it was uncomfortable. But it felt better as I went deeper.

She let out a single moan and lowered her torso, so her face was flat on the couch. I grabbed her lower back. Her tight hole was gripping my dick and when I was finally fully inside of her, I started pulling back. It felt like her ass was pulling at my dick, holding on.

"Fuck," she moaned, quietly, "faster."

I fucked her faster, thrusting in and out of her warm colon. I was going to cum soon and there was no stopping it, so I just went as fast and hard as I could and Isla moaned and screamed and gripped the couch cushions with a ferocious strength, and I thought they'd tear open and spill out their white fluff, just like I was about to.

I decided to spank her. If she was into anal now, I thought, then who knows what else she might like. She let out a surprised gasp on impact and kept pushing back onto my cock with each thrust, so I spanked her again.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned, and a second later I could feel it. Her vibrations tickled my cock as I kept fucking her and then I felt a wave of pleasure make it's way up my groin. Then the dam broke, and I felt my warm seed flowing up my shaft and then shoot out into her ass. I moaned and doubled over her. My body flinched and jerked with each spurt, and I was stuck, frozen, until It was over.

We were both breathing heavy. I raised myself and slowly pulled my cock out of her. A stringy line of cum followed, connecting my cock and her tight hole, and the love I had once felt for her came crawling back with a collar around its throat, and I held the leash. I never wanted to let go.

Later, after we got cleaned up, we were lying naked in my bed, under the silk covers. We weren't going to fuck again, just relaxing. It was nice having someone else beside me. Someone I actually cared about.

I was playing with her hand, like I would in high school, gently rubbing her palm and running my thumb up her fingers. She had soft hands.

"You've changed quite a bit," she said.

I smiled, "I could say the same." I looked at her eyes and she was looking back. "I thought your ass was off-limits?" I teased. She just laughed and looked away. She had such a beautiful smile. She had heavy marionette lines on either side of her mouth. An oval smile.

"I've missed you," I blurted.

I wish I hadn't. Her smile dropped as she looked back at me, then she rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away. "And that's my queue," she said. She got out of bed and started dressing herself from the pile of clean clothes she had set up on the bedside table.

"Wait... I-" I began, but she interrupted me.

"You said we were just going to fuck." Her panties were on, and she stood there, staring at the wall and laughed, shaking her head, "I knew you'd do this."

"I'm sorry, just stop getting dressed. Please." I sat up. "it's one in the morning, you can't just leave, come on." I was begging and I wasn't happy about it, but I would have done anything for her to stay. To feel her warmth next to me as we slept. "You can't go home," I continued, "and it'd be a waste to get a hotel, so just get back in bed, I won't say anything like that again. Hell, I won't say anything at all," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled a little.

"That'd be a start," she smiled fully now and looked down at her panties and then at the pile of folded clothes, then, with a heavy breath, took the panties back off and got back under the sheets. It surprised me that she wanted to get naked again. I relaxed back into the pillow. An embarrassingly loud sigh of relief pushed up my throat.

"You can't say shit like that," she said. She was looking forward, at the wall mounted TV "You know I'm married. You can't... you just can't say shit like that."

"I got carried away. This was always just supposed to be a fling, nothing more." I put my right hand up as if I were swearing on a bible or something.

She rested her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my soft cock over the silky sheets. I grew under her as she rubbed me, the sheets sent tingles into my stomach. "You said you were going to stop talking..."