My assignation with my Mum’s friend Edna had got off to a wonderful start. We were going to rewrite the book of sex, removing all the nervousness and shyness and restoring the act to its glorious, unselfconscious origins. We had made a solid start with her enthusiastically sucking my cock and me returning the favour by licking not just her crotch but her arsehole, which we had both enjoyed immensely. Now we were going to look at the list she had started to compile, with a view to working our way through it in the short time I had left in town.
We got out of bed and had a quick shower before convening in Edna’s kitchen. There she laid on the table a sheet of A4 lined paper from a school book. We studied it like a plan, as though we were a group of resistance members about to embark on a sabotage exercise, or the Great Train Robbers working on the timetable for their audacious daylight operation.
Edna’s list was headed, “Possibilities” and the first item on it was, kiss; big, dirty. Then, nipples; suck.
Then came: Suck cock; long and slow. Lick; vagina. Lick; anal.
“There can be other things in between,” she explained. “These are just the headlines.”
“Good,” I said, “because there are things we didn’t do and some you don’t seem to have considered.”
“Such as?”
“Playing with your tits,” I said. “We didn’t do that. How can we have missed it?”
“Too eager to get our mouths on each other’s bits,” she said. “A major oversight. Don’t let it happen again.”
“No, Miss,” I said. “Sorry, Miss. And I will also be licking under your tits, where most people don’t go. And while I’m in the area I will be licking your armpits.”
“Oooh,” she said. “That sounds nice.”
“Yes, so don’t go slathering on the deodorant.”
“It’s antiperspirant we need to avoid,” she said. “Aluminium chlorolhydrate. I don’t use it anyway. But I’ll make sure I’m nice and natural for you. You’ve… done this before, have you?”
“I know it sounds weird, but…” I said, struggling for an explanation that didn’t spoil the mood.
“No, Christ,” she said, “We’re going to be doing weirder things than that. Anyway, back to the list.”
Penetration; vaginal. Missionary, doggie, various.
I was interested to see that on the subject of penetration she hadn’t included anal. Hopefully later.
Ejaculation; internal, on chest, in mouth, various.
“I like everything so far,” I assured her, and then my eyes alighted on a series that escalated the kink quotient.
Golden showers; him on me, me on him, oral?
“Can I add something?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“Ejaculation,” I said. “I will want to come in your crack after I’ve licked you there next time.”
“As I said,” she explained again. “There can be other things in between. Whatever you want to do or I want to do, we just say and as long as the other doesn’t object, that’s fine. There’s one I thought about but didn’t put down because I wanted to discuss it with you, actually.” I grunted for her to continue.
“Spanking,” she said. “I don’t know if it’s something you would be interested in. I’ve never really done it, but…”
“Sure, I’ll spank you if you like,” I said.
“Hard,” she said. “I want you to really whack me and then fuck me. And I want to do it to you if that’s okay.”
I thought about it for a second before saying, “Yes, okay, we might learn something about ourselves.” She wanted to piss on me, she wanted to spank me: this woman really had decided to go for it.
“Back to bed,” she said. “Time is of the essence.”
This time she lay there on top of the covers with her legs spread, inviting me to look at her crotch. I gave her a quick but very rude lick, like an animal throwing his face into the area that attracted him through smell. Then I went up and kissed her with her juices all over my face and I could tell she liked that. I moved down to her breasts and sucked her nipples until she squirmed, then went underneath and licked the oily crease. This was really just for my own satisfaction, but I got the feeling no one had ever done it to her and she appreciated it.
I moved the few inches to her left armpit and lifted her arm, placing it above her head on the pillow. I sensed her expectancy as my face entered that hot little zone that could be beautiful but could also be an indicator of someone’s health. If they were unwell, for some reason one or both of their armpits would reflect that. Given her medical condition, I just hoped I wasn’t going to embarrass her, but she had had time to think about it and veto my addition to the list. She hadn’t done that and seemed relaxed as she welcomed me into this unloved place.
Edna’s armpit smelled fine: a light aroma of sweat with no strong undertones and no chemical fragrance. I licked her lovingly and her right hand stroked my head as I did so.
“That goes straight to my cunt,” she said. “A direct line. Makes me want to get you inside me.” I carried on licking her armpit until she began to shift her hips. Then I flew down the bed and turned her over. I licked her arse and she giggled.
“My,” she said. “I really have found a kindred spirit, haven’t I?”
“You have,” I said warmly. “And now I want you on your back.” She turned back over and looked at me intently as I positioned myself between her legs and touched her lips with the tip of my cock. I slid firmly in and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, making her woman completely available to my man. She shivered as a little orgasm flickered through her and then said, “Doggie.”
I got on top of her in the animal position, the unsophisticated, primitive mounting of a submissive woman by a dominant man. But what was beautiful about it was the fact that evolution had brought us to the point where this was only as demeaning as a woman wanted it to be. She was equally in charge. She wanted to be fucked like this like her ancestors had been but with the crucial difference that she had a choice.
She wasn’t being forced to do this. She had allowed herself to be put in this defenceless position because she got a thrill from the loss of control. I banged her hard, hanging onto my self-control by a thread while giving her a good, mindless fucking. When I felt her change shape, her back caving downwards and her head hitting the pillow sideways, I let myself go and my spunk powered into her in unregulated, helpless bursts. I ground myself into her and she ground herself back at me until the fire had dissipated and we slid to the mattress like lovers, the primitive deed done and the modern world back in a happy, affectionate focus.
I returned to my mother’s house and spent the evening watching TV with her. We discussed what we had done that day – in my case I had supposedly taken a long walk along the cliffs to the north, towards Wells-next-the-Sea, which was something I liked to do and probably would have done if I hadn’t had my afternoon in heaven with Edna. I did, though, mention that I had popped in to see her to discuss the proofreading project. Mum seemed very interested in this.
“It’s a nice little house, isn’t t?” she said. “Very cosy. Did she show you around?” She was fishing and I tried to give her enough information. Then she changed tack. “I think Dorothy’s very taken with you,” she said. “In a ‘mum’ sort of way. You remind her of her son. Did you ever meet him, Alec?” I explained that Alec had been at university when Dorothy had arrived to live in Cromer and I had only met him briefly. “You should pop and see her before you go,” Mum said. “Tomorrow morning, she mentioned. You’re not busy, are you?”
“Doing some work with Edna,’ I said.
“Oh really?” Her eyebrows told the tale of her curiosity. “Yes, I suppose you’ve got a lot in common, haven’t you? Well, she’d like to think so, anyway. Be careful with old Edna.” I yawned and declared that the walk had tired me out and I was going to bed. Mum didn’t say anything further, but that in itself suggested she was thinking something. It was early for me – just before 10 – but I had the Edna project to prepare for. A very different one from what anyone else could imagine, or at least would imagine based on the evidence so far, but that was my business and I was taking it seriously.
I awoke at 8 am and was eating scrambled eggs on toast when Mum came down.
“You’re keen,” she said.
“She’s got something on this afternoon,” I said, thinking with a smirk that Edna wouldn’t have anything on that morning. I imagined her naked in bed at that very moment, thinking about me like I was thinking about her. It was golden shower day.
“Had your shower?” Mum asked brightly.
I arrived at Edna’s at 10 as arranged and found her sitting in the sunroom wearing a tracksuit or something like it. Loungewear, some people called it, and it was one thickness up from pyjamas. I hadn’t pegged Edna as that sort of person, lazing around all day, but when she stood up and went into the kitchen I saw her breasts wobble and there were no outlines beneath the fabric. She was wearing no underwear, so maybe this was all to do with comfort and ease of access.
After all, we weren’t there for any other reason than to get undressed and make love in the kinkiest ways we could think of. This respected school teacher, this pillar of the community, was having what the papers called a “torrid affair” with a younger man, and I was that younger man, here in this lady’s home to have sex with her.
We drank a mouthful of tea each and she led me into the bedroom, where we undressed each other, embraced, kissed and covered each other’s body in little touches and pecks. I bent her over and licked her arse, just to re-establish my ownership of her body and remind her, if she needed reminding, that fun and naughtiness were on the menu.
This brought a smile to Edna’s face and we held each other close. She smelled of shower gel and shampoo and if her face was a little baggy, that just added to her sexiness in my eyes.
Without a word we walked into the bathroom and stood together in the shower. I had had two large glasses of water, two cups of coffee and some orange juice with my breakfast, and it was ready for re-use. I pulled Edna close and pissed onto her stomach and into her pubic hair. She kissed me happily and turned around, so my stream was in her crack. She leaned forward to allow the flow to enter her most intimate areas. She gave a happy moan as this unaccustomed sensation entered her consciousness. As I finished, we held each other close and she took my growing cock in her hand.
Edna had a very quick shower and was towelling herself as she came back into the bedroom. She placed the towel on the edge of the bed, extending in a couple of feet.
“I’m going to lie on that,” she said. “You kneel on the floor. I’m going to piss in your mouth.” she paused and looked at me. “Okay?” I wasn’t sure of the positioning. The obvious thing to me would be to be on my back with her crouching above to piss down, but clearly, that wasn’t what she had in mind.
“I’ve done some research,” she said.
“What, you asked Grace?” I joked, and she slapped my arm in playful rebuke. We, like most people, still thought of Grace as a figure of fun, a stiff, straight-laced person whose woman parts had been given to her in error. I knew I could tell Edna about the Grace experience, but not right now.
“No. Your Mum,” she replied. “No, online. Seems it’s good if I lie on my back and you get in like you’re going to lick me. So it’s horizontal. I’m not likely to choke you.”
“What a way to go,” I laughed. “How would you explain that one?”
“Precisely,” she said, shuffling into position. “You can spit into the towel if you like.”
“I’m going to drink you,” I said. “I’m going to swallow your urine.”
I got my chest between her legs, my arms wrapping her thighs, and gave her a lick.
“Stay there,” she ordered, and I placed my mouth on her crotch and created some suction as a kind of trial. Edna wasn’t messing around. She released her stream of hot liquid and it spattered and sprayed onto my tongue and into my cheeks. As I swallowed this woman’s piss I was profoundly turned on, not so much by the feeling, and there was nothing to see or even hear, but it was the knowledge of what was happening. This lovely female person was urinating into my mouth and I was drinking her piss. It was purely mental stimulation. Her liquid felt warm and I could smell her crotch, but I was intoxicated by the strangeness, the weirdness, the unspeakability of what was happening.
Edna stopped after a few seconds. I got the feeling she hadn’t finished but was concerned.
“How’s it going down there?” she asked, half-serious and half-joking.
“Carry on, Edna,” I said. “This is incredible.”
She resumed and emptied her bladder into my mouth and down my throat.
“Do you still like me?” she asked, not quite joking when she had finished.
“Yes, I like you very much,” I said. “I think you’re a very nice person.”
She laughed. “Oh, that’s good,” she said.
“Kinky as fuck,” I added. “But very nice.”
“I’m kinky!” she laughed. “You’ve just drunk a woman’s liquid waste, and you loved it.”
“I did,” I said. “I loved it. And now,” I raised myself up and crouched over her, “I’m going to wank into your mouth.”
Edna lay, apparently entranced, as I positioned myself over her, my cock pointing at her mouth. I was so turned on that I lasted only a matter of seconds before leaning down. She knew her cue and opened her mouth to receive me. I pumped my semen in and she sucked me and licked me to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
And then the morning was over and we had to break it up. Just one session left, the next lunchtime. At the door, we kissed goodbye like lovers on the verge of a long absence. Then Edna opened the door and we both sprang back a little as we saw Dorothy, Grace and my Mum idling past.
