Mature Dear Sweet Dee

I exploded. And then she did. Watching one another, me squirting...cum flying everywhere all at once. And she too. Her pussy erupting, this little fountain of clear pulsating liquid shooting out like someone was sitting down between her legs with a squirt gun. "Squirt...squirt...squirt," it was fascinating to watch. And then I added something else to my list. Maybe not for today...but certainly, something fun, maybe a little strange, but something I definitely added to my list now.

Even I didn't have as much stamina as she had credited me with. After our almost simultaneous, mutual masturbatory climax...we both collapsed, exhausted, spent.

"Come on lover...lets go to bed. To sleep," she assured me, and then led me upstairs by the hand into her bedroom. We collapsed in one another's arms, light butterfly like kisses all over one another's faces, until we each drifted off into a sound...dreamless sleep.

I had always loved Sundays. It was the one day of the week that I got to sleep in. I even snuggled deeper into my pillow, and then my eyes popped open, remembering...I wasn't home. I was in Dee's bed! I rolled looking over, she wasn't there, but I simultaneously heard the sound of the shower running. I grinned, and followed my morning piss-hard into the bathroom.

I stood there for a moment and knocked. After all, the door was closed. I heard her laugh. "Come in silly...we don't have any secrets between us," she said. I stepped in, naturally she was in the shower, the glass was frosted, but not so much that I couldn't see the contours of her body through the glass. But the sound of the water running made it even more urgent for me in having to pee. "Go ahead," she giggled. "I know you need to." She then slid the door open a little, peeking out towards me. "I want to watch," she then added.

I didn't figure this one counted as one of "hers" though I wasn't sure if I was quite ready, or willing yet...to tell her, it was definitely one of mine for some odd-ball reason. But...I stood there straddling the toilet bowl, wanting to be especially careful not to piss over anything I shouldn't ought to be. And then almost pleasurably began doing so as she stood there looking on. I flushed. She yelped.

"Ooops! Sorry!" I grinned. She laughed, and then beckoned me in to join her.

We washed one another, head to toe, and then back again. I took delight in applying her body wash to every square inch of her body, just as she then did to me. It was erotic, sensual, without all the panting. That would come soon enough as I would later discover. But for now, even running my hands through her hair, washing it for her, as she did to mine was something that I never thought would be as intimate as it turned out to be. We were soon both squeaky clean when she turned, and then knelt below me there in the shower, holding her breasts together.

"How about now?" she asked. "Pour some more of that body wash on my tits baby, make them nice and slippery for you to fuck."

I did that, and then watched, felt as she wrapped those twin perfect globes around my hard stiff cock. She masturbated me as much as I fucked them for her. I felt weak in the knees as she slid her tits up and down my prick, even using them to slap my dick a little, then nipple-fucked me, or rather had me nipple kiss her, however you want to look at it. Holding my dick, squeezing the head, watching the little eye-slit open wide like a receiving pair of lips as she pressed her nipple against it, smashing it, rubbing it back and forth over and around. And then back through...once again sliding in between, up and down, side to side.

"Give me your cream baby. Squirt it all over my tits...bathe them Jim, spunk them...make them all nice white and creamy in your special sauce!"

I covered each copiously. Jet after jet, streamer after streamer of my spunk spurting out, splashing against her breasts until it ran in rivers of white cream between them. She gathered it up with her hands, further smearing each, washing herself once more with a frothy-like cum soap now that she created. It clung to her like lotion, she tickled and teased her nipples with it, moaning pleasurably the entire time. I didn't even think, didn't consider, simply drew her over to me, leaned over, and began sucking on them, cleaning them off. And damn if she didn't come while I did that.

We soon after dried one another off and returned to the bedroom. One thing I'd always been most proud of, was the fact I was always at my best in the morning. Even Dee was amazingly surprised, as before we'd even settled back onto the bed, I was as hard and as stiff again as I'd been only moments ago.

"Already?" She asked pleasantly surprised, obviously delighted. I just grinned, proudly at her, and then spoke.

"Your turn."

She actually took a moment, thinking...momentarily unsure by the look on her face. "Come on Dee...we agreed, whatever it is...whatever we want to do, desire to do."

" I know...but."

"But what Dee? My Sweet Dee. What would you like? What can I do for you?"

For the first time, she was hesitant. "Well, there is something. Something I've wondered about, thought about...but believe it or not Jim, something I've never done. But now...I want to. At least once in my life."

"Go on...tell me. What is it?"

"I want you to take me...in the ass."

"You've ah, I mean no one's..."

"Fucked me in the ass before? No Jim, no one ever has. Ever thought about it?" She now asked.

"Well yeah, I guess. Well, sorta maybe, I mean...hell Dee, I didn't even know what it was like to fuck a pussy until you. And not only that, but I mean damn...no one, including me, has ever stuck a finger in there either until you did!"

She burst out laughing, easing the sudden tension a little. "So I got that cherry too did I?" She continued to laugh as I joined her now. "Well good then...now you can have mine."

The thought of actually sticking my dick up Dee's ass seemed delightfully perverted, dirty-nasty, and right at the top of my list now.

"Ok, so...what do we do?" I asked a bit nervously. "I mean how?" She giggled. I giggled, still nervously.

"How about we do it doggy? Might be easier, though let me do most of the work, at least at first."

"Won't it hurt?"

"I don't know...guess we'll find out won't we? But, like I said, let me do all the work at first, you just be there, don't move until I tell you it's ok to do so...how's that sound?"

It sounded fine with me. Dee then leaned over across the bed, her breasts brushing against my arm, so I took the opportunity to grab one, caressing it, tweaking her nipple a bit as she took her time rummaging through her nightstand, though I think she did that partially on purpose. She was enjoying the nipple play just as much as I was.

"Ok...got it!"

She then showed me a tube of special lubricant. But that wasn't all she showed me. In addition to that, she had also removed some sort of vibrator, a rather fancy looking one if I might add, it almost looked like a cock, bigger than I was even.

"After your in...thought this might feel doubly good as well. But let's first see how it goes before we include that...if we do."

She poured some lube in my hand, and then in hers, and then poured a liberal amount onto my throbbing dick as well.

"Here, lube me up real good, while I do the same to you," she told me. She applied a bit more to my solid dick, and then I sat staring at this most private intimate parts, never having gone there before, never even thinking I ever would. And then wanting to so badly. Especially knowing she never hadn't either, and now was asking me too! I lubed her up...slid my finger inside, took delight in the strange, tight sensation. Wiggled around a bit. She hunched forward, moaning..."Oh god...yes Jim yes...that feels so...fucking...good!"

I fingered her some more, played with her, explored her, and then she said it was time, only I loved how she said it.

"Fuck my ass! Now! Fuck my hot tight ass Jim! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!"

I remembered her instructions to me however, so I posed myself, placing the tip of my cock at the opening of her ass, and then turned into a statue. She looked back over her shoulder expectantly, and laughed. "Sorry...I forgot what I told you to do." She eased herself back against me then. I felt her press, felt my dick sort of scrunch up, and then wow...fuck, holy shit (pardon the expression here) and then felt my prick tip pop through that tight little opening. She pressed back a bit more, taking me inside inch-by-inch, nice and slow...easy...slow...easy. And then bam. Fuck, holy shit again. (Again sorry) I was balls deep inside her ass.

"Now you can move," she said whimpering a little. "Fuck me baby...slowly, easy...but fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

I don't quite remember how slow and easy became hard and fast. But it did. I just remember her humping back against me with such force at one point, that I was meeting her with equal force, and then we were this runaway freight train all of a sudden. The sound of flesh slamming into flesh, smacking...tits gyrating wildly beneath her, my own balls bouncing to and fro like there was no tomorrow. It was simply exhilarating, and beyond words.

And then she shoved that fucking vibrator up inside her pussy.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

The fact is, I had never personally experienced the workings of a vibrator before, and why should I? But the moment she slipped it inside her, and turned it on, I felt sensations that seemed to head off in every direction at once. As I did. As I began filling that hot tight ass of hers with fuck-butter in what felt like every possible direction. I slammed into her, grunting, crying out, my body shivering, shaking almost spasmodically as Dee too exploded around me.

All I can say is, I'm glad the damn windows were shut, even then, not so sure afterwards that we hadn't been heard somewhere by someone as loud as we both were. I had begun to think that each and every time Dee and I did anything, it somehow surpassed the previous experience, the previous climax, the previous everything. Dee was proving out to be the most remarkable, sensuous, wildest woman I could ever imagine being with. And I knew then I truly did love her, and wanted to be with her forever.

After cleaning up again, we stumbled downstairs to the kitchen where thankfully fresh hot coffee was waiting for us. I was still tingling internally, every nerve ending seemingly alive and sparking, making me feel even more invigorated in a shorter recuperative period of time. I stood in order to retrieve the coffee pot and refill our cups.

"Good God Jim! You're hard again! Already!"

I grinned sheepishly. "What can I say? You do it to me Dee. Just looking at you, sitting there so wonderfully naked, even drinking coffee seems erotic to me." And she did, she simply did. Her marvelous bare breasts, which she'd teasingly allowed to rest on the tabletop looked like she was serving up a plate of hot fresh titty just for me. If I'd been a cannibal, I'd have devoured her, devoured them...right then and there.

Though I poured the coffee, I sat the pot down on the table, Dee had already taken my hard cock in hand, her lips and tongue even then starting to encircle it, tease it a bit, making me go even weaker in the knees.

"So...I guess it's now your turn again," she basically mumbled around my cock as she continued licking and sucking it. "So Jim, what is it you'd like to see or do next?"

Even though I was indeed hard again, I wasn't sure I was quite ready for another marathon fuck, wishing instead to actually prolong things a bit, build up some reserves for whatever idea or request she had, before letting fly again. It was the perfect time to tell her what I'd been thinking and considering earlier. So I did.

"You know how you enjoyed watching me?"

"Yeah," she said only then releasing my cock, though still holding it with her hand, looking up at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "What do you want me to do for you?" She asked hotly. "What would you like to see baby?"

And then I told her, in explicit detail. What I wanted to see, to feel, and why. She was grinning as she stood, once again taking me by the hand. "Come on...we're gonna need to go back into the bathroom for that one," she mused.

I was fascinated with watching her squirt...watching her come. After telling her that I wanted to lay there and watch her do that again...if she could, and then squirt on me, all over me, she grinned broadly.

"There's one sure-fire way that never fails to make me do that, and even more so than I already have," she'd stated. "But we're going to both get a little wet again," she'd added as we soon stepped back into the bathtub again. I lay down, looking up at her as she stood above, straddling me. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature to a nice warm sensation and then removed what I saw to be a hand-held shower massager. "I don't know why it is, but whenever I use this on myself, it never fails to make me gush. So if that's what you want to see, to feel...then that's what you'll get," she promised me. Turning it on to a nice pulsating beat, she placed it against herself, and then just stood there looking down at me, though from time to time, teasingly, she redirected it against my prick from above. I enjoyed the tickle, but I was enjoying the kinky view even more as I lay there beneath her looking up.

"Oh man!" I moaned excitedly, feeling my cock throb and bounce about on its own accord even without Dee spraying the water against me.

"You like that huh?"

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah. You...look...so...hot, standing there like that Dee!"

"Well enjoy it then, because when I'm ready...I'm really going to soak you," she informed me. "It takes a while, doing it like this...so be patient. But I promise you...it'll be worth it."

I wasn't in any hurry. Looking up at her, watching her holding the shower massage against her pussy, seeing her shiver pleasurably at times, fondling her own breasts again as I lay there watching her was really getting to me. The anticipation of what I likewise hoped would be another one of her magnificent "pussy gushers" as she'd called them, was adding to the pleasure and excitement for us both.

"Oh yeah, it's going to be a hard one...a big one baby," she told me gritting her teeth as she moments later shut off the shower massage, and then simply reached down once again spreading herself with one hand, and now actually slapping her pussy with her other hand even harder than I'd seen her do before. "You ready for it? Ready?" She grimaced, this wild lusty look in her eyes as she stood there teetering on the edge.

"Do it!" I simply cried out looking up. And then she came.

She wasn't kidding either when she did. At first I thought she had somehow sucked up some of that water from the shower massage or something. What came out of her in this enormous flush of pussy juice was unlike anything I'd seen before. It flew out of her, cascading down over me like a fountain. I watched it explode from her depths, watched it as it began raining down on me, splashing against me, splashing against my still throbbing cock as she continued to stand there spanking her cunt, laughing and giggling hysterically as she did. I think I must have counted at least six or seven of those gushing squirts, each one just as fluid as the last as I lay there beneath her, feeling that warm, semi slick splash of her cunt juice bathing me from above. Some of which splashed into my face, allowing me to lick my lips, tasting her salty, funky sweetness. Only when she was positive there was nothing else to give me, she reached out for the sliding glass door on the shower stall.

"Where you going?"

She blushed. "One of the side effects. Whenever I do that, afterwards...I have to pee, bad," she continued blushing starting to step over me.

"Don't," I said surprising myself when I said it. "Pee on me!"

She looked down at me in surprise, not shock...or disgust, just surprise. But she was smiling again too. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. It's not like we're not in the perfect place for it. And as long as I'm still here, I want to feel that too...I want to feel, and do everything with you Dee, no matter what!"

"Frank liked it when I did that for him once in a while too," she suddenly admitted to me. "And I did as well. Kinda weird, kinky perhaps...but sometimes it really did feel naughty good."

"Then do it Dee, do it for me...pee on me!"

Once again she repositioned herself over me, and then simply let go, beginning to tinkle at first until it became a steady, much warmer stream of piss that she again purposely directed towards my dick, splashing against me. After she was done, I stood up, facing her.

"This doesn't count as my request...especially as we're sort of already doing it...but, think you can do the same yourself now?"

"It might take a little effort," I informed her. "A bit hard to piss with a full erection."

"Well then, let's take care of the one before we advance to the other shall we?" She suggested. Before I knew what she was planning here, she had taken my cock in her hand again, stepping up towards me, where she began running it back and forth, up and down her split, teasing her clit, and likewise jerking me off against her as she did that. It felt wonderful, and as aroused as I already was, it didn't take long before I sensed another orgasm about to claim me.

"Here it comes Dee, here it comes!" I groaned, looking down as we both did, watching my prick spurt, squirt, soaking her pussy in my white creamy juice as she continued to rub it against herself, once again coming with me, not gushing, not even squirting really this time when she did, but certainly climaxing as she let out another shrill little cry of orgasmic bliss.

She stood there afterwards still gently, softly rubbing my now somewhat more flaccid erection against herself. "How about now?" she asked. I answered her by allowing my own warm stream to begin splashing against her as she held it against herself.

We soon after showered, and then cleaned up again. Drying one another off, both of us thoroughly spent and exhausted now. Whatever else was in the offering would have to wait for a bit. I also knew I needed to make an appearance at home for a while at least, lest my folks become worried about me. But I also knew that Dee was in need of a bit of a nap herself. After getting dressed again, we kissed at the door, and then I made my way around the back side of her house down the service alley and onto the street from there. I then made my way home, figuring if my folks saw me coming up the walk, they'd quite naturally assume I'd just spent the evening over as Gerald's place, one of my good close friends who didn't live that far away from us. And who I also had asked to cover for me just in case. Though he of course thought I'd spent the evening over at Marjorie's place as we'd previously discussed.

I soon after collapsed into my own bed for a long, much needed nap. I had now experienced with Dee in such a short period of time, more things, more wicked naughty fun things, than I thought I would ever experience with anyone, ever again.

With school, the next week proved difficult especially with graduation coming up, though I managed to spend every free moment that I had over at Dee's place. For the next two months, including after graduation, Dee showed me things, and did things with me that I didn't even know was possible. She was for me, an addiction, as I was for her.

The year was 1968. And with it came the draft. And with that, I soon entered into the service, required to go off and fight a war we were already losing, though no one would admit to that yet. Shortly before being shipped overseas, I came home six months later on an all too brief furlough. I spent the first three days of it with my family and friends, and sandwiched time with Dee in between. I then spent the second to last night of it with her, wrapped in her arms, and she in mine. We had made love sweetly, though passionately together. I think she knew, though I wasn't willing to accept it, that it would be the last time we ever did.

We promised to write, and for a time we did. Though Dee had also made me promise, that I wouldn't write anything to her that would remotely hint, or suggest at the things we had done and shared with one another. She'd made it very clear to me that she didn't want anyone ever being hurt by what we'd done, what we'd shared. And had told me specifically, that if I did so, no matter how tempted either of us might be to express those thoughts, she'd never write back to me again. I made the mistake of doing so, once...not much, but confessing my love and desire for her. She never wrote me again.

I returned home well over a year later. And I was in for quite a shock when I did. Next door, there was another family living there now. Mom soon informing me that Dee had sold her place, needing to do so in order to move in with, and take care of her very sick sister somewhere back East. I made a few attempts to find her, to contact her, but I never did. Eventually I met and then married someone, and got on with my life, just as we all did.

Life has a strange way of catching up with you. A few weeks back I was shopping at a local store, and happened to run into an older woman now that once lived in the old neighborhood. And upon running into her, I couldn't help but ask.

"Gladys? Do you remember Dee? The woman that used to live next door to us?"

"Oh my yes, dear sweet Dee. She always had a good word to say about everyone didn't she?"

"Yes, she did. You ever hear anything about what eventually happened to her? Where she went? Where she is?"

"As a matter of fact, I do recall hearing a couple of years back now, one of the other ladies from the old neighborhood had gotten word that Dee had finally passed away, a few years after her sister did. Poor thing. I hear that she never did remarry again after her husband died, taking care of her sister and all I suppose never brought about the opportunity for her to do so again. Anyway...that's what I heard, been a few years now I guess since she passed."

I'd been wondering, and dreading hearing that. Especially having never found her, never spoken to her again.

But I had kept my promise to her. The promise we'd stood making to one another there at the end of her bed. That I would never reveal what we shared, did, or enjoyed with one another so long as anyone was left alive that, that story might hurt or offend. Both of my parents are long since dead now as well. Though it was mostly out of worry and concern for her sister hearing or finding out anything that all this remained secret and unshared up until now.

Now at least, I can tell this story, about the most amazing woman I ever knew. Dear Sweet Dee, who will forever remain, and who will forever share and have a corner of my heart.

Bless you Dee for helping me become the man that I am today.
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