porkswordsman
25-09-2013, 04:58 PM
A significant milestone is approaching......35 years since first conquering a woman's anus.
It was the Spring of '78 and your correspondent was living in the inner west not a million miles from Rozelle......not the most romantic neck of the woods but Sydney was less of a wankers' town in those days and no-one really cared about your postcode (much).
Asian ladies were thin on the ground but there was an influx of Brits on whom the sexual revolution had made its mark. I managed to hook up ("crack-on", to use the terminology of the day) with a busty blonde from the Home Counties who hung out as part of a trio of poms who all had come to Oz together and were Besties etc. Met her at a party that was taking place next door to my own lodgings.
About a month in she started talking about how her other friends were getting serviced anally by their respective BF's and at first I missed the drift. I thought she was having a go at them for being dirty slags and putting herself up by contrast as a paragon of sexual virtue. It was only later that I twigged she was actually feeling 'deprived' and putting out to me to put-in to her (as it were).
So I purchased a bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil from the local apothacary and placed it ostenstatiously on the bedside table. I always perform best with a 'hangover-horn', so we had a fine dinner avec le vin rouge, then downed a couple of cognacs as nightcaps and retired to gird our loins.
Now this was the pre-AIDS era and no-one used condoms for anything. The terms CIM and CIP did not even exist because it was assumed the bloke would cum anywhere he liked and the lady's job was to manage contraception issues etc.
Next morning as a shaft of sunlight pierced our chamber d'amour I washed my cock and oiled it up, and introduced the neck of the bottle into my truelove's bum and let it flow for a few secs then put three fingers in and worked it all around. She was lying prone so I entered her from a dominant position and was suddenly struck by the ease of it but at the same time a delightful sense of tightness.
I would never have been the one to ask for this type of pleasure, so the fact she had initiated it just added to the enjoyment. Then something amazing happened. I got to what normally was the vinegar stroke, but instead of going over the cliff I was able to continue thrusting with peak pleasure but without coming, and with no sense of having to control or make an effort to prolong the inevitable.......good old mother nature just took over and I was riding the girl home. It was magnificent.
I remember going into a semi-delirious state where the pleasure was so intoxicating it seemed like I'd passed through some kind of warp-barrier and was experiencing the best sex available in the world. I blew a massive load into her and then collapsed, with a very satisfied pommy girl cuddling up and shouting the praises of my cock, so much so that half the bloody neighborhood could hear.
Since then, anal adventures have been been fun but could never re-capture the special magic of that "First Time".
It was the Spring of '78 and your correspondent was living in the inner west not a million miles from Rozelle......not the most romantic neck of the woods but Sydney was less of a wankers' town in those days and no-one really cared about your postcode (much).
Asian ladies were thin on the ground but there was an influx of Brits on whom the sexual revolution had made its mark. I managed to hook up ("crack-on", to use the terminology of the day) with a busty blonde from the Home Counties who hung out as part of a trio of poms who all had come to Oz together and were Besties etc. Met her at a party that was taking place next door to my own lodgings.
About a month in she started talking about how her other friends were getting serviced anally by their respective BF's and at first I missed the drift. I thought she was having a go at them for being dirty slags and putting herself up by contrast as a paragon of sexual virtue. It was only later that I twigged she was actually feeling 'deprived' and putting out to me to put-in to her (as it were).
So I purchased a bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil from the local apothacary and placed it ostenstatiously on the bedside table. I always perform best with a 'hangover-horn', so we had a fine dinner avec le vin rouge, then downed a couple of cognacs as nightcaps and retired to gird our loins.
Now this was the pre-AIDS era and no-one used condoms for anything. The terms CIM and CIP did not even exist because it was assumed the bloke would cum anywhere he liked and the lady's job was to manage contraception issues etc.
Next morning as a shaft of sunlight pierced our chamber d'amour I washed my cock and oiled it up, and introduced the neck of the bottle into my truelove's bum and let it flow for a few secs then put three fingers in and worked it all around. She was lying prone so I entered her from a dominant position and was suddenly struck by the ease of it but at the same time a delightful sense of tightness.
I would never have been the one to ask for this type of pleasure, so the fact she had initiated it just added to the enjoyment. Then something amazing happened. I got to what normally was the vinegar stroke, but instead of going over the cliff I was able to continue thrusting with peak pleasure but without coming, and with no sense of having to control or make an effort to prolong the inevitable.......good old mother nature just took over and I was riding the girl home. It was magnificent.
I remember going into a semi-delirious state where the pleasure was so intoxicating it seemed like I'd passed through some kind of warp-barrier and was experiencing the best sex available in the world. I blew a massive load into her and then collapsed, with a very satisfied pommy girl cuddling up and shouting the praises of my cock, so much so that half the bloody neighborhood could hear.
Since then, anal adventures have been been fun but could never re-capture the special magic of that "First Time".