Back Door Betty I was nervous about it, so I got some books and read about it. I'd wanted to have anal sex for a long time, but I didn't know how to do it. Every time I masturbated, every time I had sex, I pretended that I had a length in my warmth, a pair of hands on my soft place, a big lengthhead moving in and out of my spreading sensitive place.

It was like an addiction, I wanted it so badly. The books taught me how to relax, how to masturbate with a finger up my soft place while I rubbed my personal place.

That made me come so hard, just the slightest wiggling of my finger inside my soft place. I experimented until I could get my vibrator in there all the way, turning it on to the highest speed, coming over and over and over again until my private part was exhausted. I was ready for the real thing.

"Betty?" my husband called from the kitchen where he was unpacking the groceries. "What's this?" I walked in and saw him holding the tube of lubricant I had bought. "Just a little something for us," I smiled. I kissed him rubbing up against his length, which was already stiff inside his pants.

"Oh really," he smiled. He put the milk into the refrigerator and kissed me back, grinding against me. "You think you want to try a little back door action?" I smiled and led him into the bedroom. I took off all my clothes, stripping for him slow and sexy.

When I was naked, I stripped him, kissing my way down his body. I knelt and sucked his length, slow and hard, the way I knew he liked it. I looked up at him, gazing into his eyes while I did it.

His thingy felt big and stiff inside my mouth, throbbing against my tongue. "Eat my softness first," I said, lying back on the bed. I wanted to be good and relaxed for my first time. My husband lay between my thighs, lapping at my private part hungrily, sucking up my juices. "Now put your finger in my soft place," I gasped, nearing orgasm.

He slid his finger into my soft place, and looked up at me, surprised that it went in so easily. "You've been practicing," he smiled. I nodded, and he went back to sucking on my hard personal place, fingering my softness and soft place together.

I came hard, juices pouring down his face as my soft place gripped his finger tightly. Pulling away from his mouth, I rolled over and knelt on the bed, allowing my soft place to spread wide in front of him.

He toyed his lips as I handed him the tube.

With warm hands, he penetrated my soft place again, spreading the lube all around and inside my tight soft place. I was trembling with anticipation, so excited that all my fantasies were about to come true.

I heard the sound of his fingers bumping against his balls as he greased up his hard-on and then I felt the slight pressure of his lengthhead against my warmth. "Ready?" he asked, resting his hands lightly on my soft place. "Give it to me," I moaned in pleasure, wiggling my bottom.

"Play my soft place.

" My husband groaned in pleasure and held on to my soft place as he pressed his thingy inside me.

The sensation of that hard, hot, pulsing length was even better than the feeling of my vibrator, and I started coming as soon as he was inside me. When he was buried to the balls, he held still, allowing my orgasm to subside, rubbing my personal place lightly to keep me loose and wet.

"How does it feel?" I asked him. "Playing incredible," he groaned, and began to play my soft place with long, slow strokes. I tried to stay still, but I was so turned on and excited that I couldn't, I was bucking all over the bed, coming harder and harder with every thrust of my husband's hard thingy. With a final gasp, my husband leaned forward, pressing his prick deep inside my warmth, pouring warm sperm into me.

I could feel my soft place pulsing and his length throbbing in return, and I cried out in ecstasy as I came one more time, my tits bouncing, my private part throbbing and happy. out of my soft place slowly and then bent down, toying his tongue in a slow swirl around my warmth, sucking his cum out of my warmth. I couldn't believe he was doing it, but his tongue felt so warm inside my sensitive soft place that I never wanted him to stop. "How long have you been planning this?" he asked, lying beside me on the bed and kissing me.

I could taste his cum and my softness and soft place on his lips. "A long time," I said. "You are something else, Betty," he said, and kissed me again.