Me Time With A Bedpost

Me time with a bedpost

I've posted a few stories here and really enjoy writing down some of my exploits. I'm 58, divorced, and have become increasingly open-minded sexually over the years. I grew up an only child to conservative parents and was kind of sheltered. I then married my high school sweetheart at 19. He was/is an attorney. I was and still am a nurse. Our sex life was the boring once a week, missionary, after dark on the weekend type. It was very vanilla but I didn't know much more than that about sex and honestly I was totally fine with that. I mean, when you first lose your virginity it's all so new and exciting even vanilla is a thrill.

So after he divorced me for someone younger when I was turning 30 over time I began to learn, explore, and open my mind sexually. Long story short is through the years I've had a variety of friends with benefits to explore various fetish's I'd learned about. But one thing I really discovered a liking for is masturbating with non-sexual and even downright unusual objects or in unusual ways. I'm a nurse and worked through the covid mess and during that time really got into online sexual 'study' as I refer to it. Besides arousal and orgasms I also like jogging/running. I mostly run for both pleasure and sometimes enter races, not to try to win, just more for the fun of being around other runners.

One thing I had both read stories of and seen pictures and video's of was women riding on a bedpost for pleasure. Well my bed doesn't have posts like that. Sometimes when I go to a race that is out of town I get a hotel room for the night before but I've yet to find a hotel room that has a fancy bed like that either. One day I was searching for a place to stay for an upcoming race. Many hotels were already booked up but I saw a couple of bed and breakfast establishments advertising. I had never stayed in one but clicked on their links to check them out. The first one had images of the rooms and yard and it was all beautiful. I then clicked on the other one and was instantly transfixed on the first image. It was one of their rooms and it had a bed with tall, slender bedposts. My heart quickened as I stared at it imagining somehow getting myself impaled on one of them. I quickly began to reserve that room. Of course they had a two night minimum and I really didn't need to be there two nights but I took it anyway.

The day came. Friday. I drove to the town, found the bed and breakfast, and checked in. It was a beautiful house all fixed up super nice. A cozy living room, fully stocked kitchen where we could help ourselves to the food there or put our own food away too. The grounds were amazing, almost like a small botanical garden. All of that alone made staying here worth it but as I began to climb the staircase to the second floor where my room was my heart quickened.

I found the room, opened the door, and walked in cautiously like I wasn't sure what to expect. There was the bed from the picture. I stared seemingly forever at those two bedposts at the foot of the bed sticking up in the air, not too big in diameter but so tall that I guess I'll have to be real careful I don't slip when on it. They were varnished a light brown and polished so smooth they shimmered. They were just a round smooth wood pole but on the top was a decorative bump. It narrowed down briefly then that bulb was atop it, almost like a penis.

I set my bags aside. One had regular clothes, the other my running clothes for the race in the morning. I walked over to the bed, slowly approaching one of the posts staring at it and even starting to tremble a little like it already held some strange power over me. I reached out and touched it. Cold hard wood, literally lol. I began to lightly trace my finger up and down it. After a few minutes of this I snapped out of the trance I was in and looked around. I took a slow deep breath. That's when I noticed my nipples were so hard they were starting to ache. I turned away from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Seeing my reflection in the mirror my skin was flushed. My body was telling me I was ready for this but I didn't have time this evening so I got in the shower and turned the water on cold. After cooling off I had to go to packet pickup for the race in the morning, then get my traditional pasta meal and then it was off to bed early, though it was hard to sleep, both because I was looking forward to the race in the morning, and what was to follow.

The morning came and it was going to be warm so I put on a sports bra with a loose tank top over that and a pair of loose fitting gym shorts. When I go out running just for fun I rarely wear panties under my shorts but I usually do on race day. Today though, besides feeling geeked about the 10k I was also feeling extra horny in the presence of the bedposts. So, I went without panties. The race was a lot of fun, several hundred people in it and a lot of fun camaraderie throughout the morning. Also as sometimes happens I would catch guys glancing at my shorts, hopefully more specifically my ass cheeks that were visible each time the bottom of the shorts bounced up during my stride. After the race everyone mingles around a while having a snack and waiting to see if they won something and here is where I heard someone making a comment about my ass which I pretended not to hear or be put off by but inside it makes me horny to hear naughty comments directed at me. Finally I departed the race venue and headed back to the bed and breakfast, rapidly getting hornier.

Once back in my room I got undressed and into the shower and let the hot water splash over me as I slowly rubbed my small breasts with now hard nipples. I ran my hands down my belly ever so slowly until my hands came to my groin. I keep everything shaved smooth and began to slowly rub my pussy, occasionally slipping a finger inside. All the while I was doing this I kept thinking of that bed post going up inside me. How would it feel, how much of it could I take. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and quickly shut the water off. I toweled off and made my way to the bed, bring the soap bottle with me.

I got to the bedpost and the first thing I noticed was that standing on the floor it was too tall to to just stand over it and squat onto it. Hmm. A hurdle I should've thought of but hadn't. I looked around and there was a plain straight backed chair pushed up to a small table. I drug it over. Now I got up on the chair and keeping one foot on the chair I moved the other to the top of the footboard that connected the two posts. It was the perfect height. I positioned myself at first so it was just in front of me and I slowly squatted, watching how far the top came up against my abdomen and belly. I stopped when the top of it was even with my belly button. I looked down below and oh wow. There was still at least a foot of it that could go in somewhere. I realized that I better be careful, not get carried away and slip or I might end up in the hospital.

I slowly raised back up. My heart was pounding in my chest. I grabbed the soap bottle and squirted a little in my hand. I reached down and slowly rubbed it on the top part of the post, gently, like I was massaging a cock. Then I moved so my pussy was directly on top of it. I took a deep breath, my nipples so hard they felt like they might pop. I began to lower myself. I felt the tip touch me and shivered. I kept lowering. I felt the bulb on top open my pussy lips as it invaded me. Once the bulb was in I paused. I looked down to see what was happening. There was clear fluid running from me down the post and it wasn't soap lol.

I wondered how much of it I could take. I've always liked feeling things as deep inside me as possible. I took a deep breath and let it out. I began to slowly slide down. It fit surprisingly well. It wasn't super big in diameter and I am quite accommodating through years of masturbation. I felt it go slowly, inch after inch. I wondered how much was going in. Now I wished maybe I'd have made some marks on it indicating inches. I paused, feeling quite full but also like I could go a bit further. I began to rub and squeeze my small breasts. I love them being squeezed. Then I started to slide down just a bit further. My legs were starting to get tired too but I wanted to see how far I could go. Finally I felt it hit something. I pushed down a little but that was it. I turned slightly one way and then the other, but that was just all the room I had. I put a hand on my belly and jolted to awareness. I can feel the outline of it and it's actually just slightly above my belly button.

I slowly look down and can even see it. My abdomen, which is actually quite flat and taught from the running and exercising I do, is rounded out slightly. I stare at it, realizing I'm literally impaled on a post. My nipples are hard as rocks. There's a steady stream of clear fluid seeping from me and down the bedpost. I can even feel my butthole spasming a little as though it is asking for a turn. My guts knot up in that pleasurable way. I begin to rise up, only slightly, less than an inch, then grind down onto it. I watch, each time I see the top of the bedpost moving in me. That alone thrills me.

I close my eyes and take in the feeling of fullness. An orgasm is getting closer by the second but I want to try it anally too, as anal is actually my favorite sexual act. Slowly I begin to raise up until it finally slips from me with a wet slurpy sound. I move forward an inch or two and line the top of it up with my butthole. I contemplate more soap on it but it's so slippery with slime from my pussy that I won't need it. I begin to lower onto it again, this time it parts my anal sphincter and as it does my whole body shudders uncontrollably. I absolutely love gentle, deep anal, and I was on the verge of getting all I could handle. I began to ever so slowly settle down onto the bedpost, then pull back up very slowly just an inch or two before lowering onto it a little further. A few minutes of this and every inch of my body was showing arousal. My skin was flushed and glistening from a sheen of sweat, my hair clinging to my forehead and shoulders. My nipples were so hard they felt like they would pop off and my clit was about in the same situation.

I'd been settling onto it further and further with each slow up and down movement. Finally I couldn't take it, had to go as far as I could, and just let my weight settle me down. My rectum acted as though it was ready because it slid effortlessly down onto the post and even made some soft wet slurpy sounds. I felt myself come to a slow stop as it apparently reached it's limit in me. I let out a huge sigh and just stayed like that for a minute. Looking down it was similar to a few minutes ago, I could see it making my abdomen round out a little. I thought about the reality of what I was doing. I was basically impaled on a bedpost that was up my ass and was totally moving toward an orgasm because of it. I moved my right hand to my breasts and began squeezing and twisting my nipples, one for awhile, then switching to the other. At the same time I brought my left hand up to my neck and put it against my throat, my thumb and fingers pressing in to squeeze my carotid arteries slightly that will slowly cause a euphoric feeling from slowing the blood through them. I don't like ropes or collars around my neck but I sometimes do like a hand there.

I slowly began to rise up slightly, then settle down onto the post again. Up, down. Never a long distance, just an inch or two, and on the fourth trip up then back down as it bottomed out something weird happened. It felt like something shifted slightly inside me and it quickly went in another two inches. I froze for a second, the look on my face was a mix of surprise, worry, and ecstasy as I wondered what just happened. Then I remembered. I have a 14 inch double ended dildo that is kind of skinny and flexible and I can get it completely inside anally with some maneuvering around one of the turns in my bowel and that turn in my colon had just straightened enough to take the post a little further. The thought of that alone sent me into orbit. My eyes rolled up, my head flopped back, the hand that was at my throat went to my clit and pressed hard on that while two finger slid into my pussy which was just about as wet as it's ever been. Most of all, my ass began convulsing, spasming, relaxing and contracting like it was trying to pull more of it in.

I no longer lifted up and down, just ground my pelvis around as much as being impaled like this would allow. My ass kept clenching and unclenching on the bedpost while my pussy was spasming onto my fingers. My eyes stayed rolled up, my nostrils flared, some spit dribbled from my mouth, sweat began covering my skin in large volumes, and I even pee'd a little. This went on for several minutes. I'm not a screamer but I do moan and pant a lot and I was panting so fast I started to feel euphoric. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was only minutes, my orgasm slowed to a stop. I felt exhausted, drained of all energy. My legs were so tired and trembling making me wonder if I had the strength to stand up to un-impale myself. I started to push up but my legs were too weak. I started thinking this would be a Hell of a way for the cleaning person to find me.

After staying like that for a few minutes my strength started returning a little and the trembling stopped and I pushed up, the bedpost coming out of me with a very loud, wet, slurpy popping sound. I fell backward onto the bed. My hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to the skin on my forehead, face, and shoulders. My nipples were no longer hard but felt real sensitive, as did my clit. My ass felt open and when I reached down I found it was gaping open, as though either waiting for something else to enter or letting fresh air in. Either way that was actually an erotic feeling. I sighed in blissful happiness. I ran a 10k and fulfilled another unique way to get myself off and it was only noon.

I dozed off and took about an hour nap. When I woke up I felt fresh and energized. I got up slowly, sore but in a good way. I looked at the bedpost and that's when I noticed how messy it was with an assortment of juices and slime. I made my way to the bathroom, got a washcloth wet and brought it back to the post and began to slowly clean it. I talked to it as I did, thanking it for fucking me and as I did that and kept rubbing the sex goo off I started to get horny again. Oh I'm so glad they had a two night minimum because the rest of the day I spent licking, rubbing, sucking, and impaling myself on some real wood.