8 comments/ 40792 views/ 2 favorites Broke Oak: Millie By: lpmsa {Note: You do not need to read any other of my stories, although this might make slightly more sense if you read "Broke Oak: Beginning" first as this is one of a series of stories about living in a nudist resort in Texas called Broke Oak Resort.} I am not that unusual in many ways. There are quite a few folks that live fulltime in a nudist resort. On the other hand, few of them write about the experiences, so I am unusual in that respect. I live alone, having lost my wife of many years, though I would never describe myself as lonely. You want lonely, you need to meet my neighbor Millie; she is lonely. Life in a community like mine gets to have many patterns and habits. Twice a week, I meet with Hank and Kacie so the three of us can give each other pubic shaves, trims, and touch-ups. Every other day in the morning, I either meet with my coffee friends, called The Posse, or I eat breakfast in the resort café. Twice a week I trade massages with Faye, once in my house and once in her house. So, patterns and habits get to be big parts of life. Now, living in a nudist community, I seldom wear anything if I don't have to. Of course, I sleep naked and I get up at the same time every day and step out to get my newspaper. If there is anything unusual about that, it is that I often (probably usually) still have my morning erection when I do. Having an erection in public at a nude resort is, of course absolutely forbidden. However, I am not really in public as the little patio is quite hidden and in over a year, I have probably not been 'caught' going after the paper more than three times – and nobody has complained. Within two weeks of starting the paper, instead of it being down on the driveway, it started being on my picnic table, which is closer to the door. I realized that my neighbor must be getting up before me and placing it there when she went after her paper. (Our houses share a common driveway/patio. Having the paper there makes it easy to get to, but I noticed that it does place me in site of my neighbor Millie's house more openly. One morning as I reached for the paper, I noticed that Millie was sitting at her kitchenette window and that she obviously saw my penis in its erect state. I didn't think too much about it, but I surreptitiously checked for several more days and noticed that she appeared to be there with her coffee every morning. This means that every morning, she has been seeing my hard-on and evidently was not offended as she never complained or avoided the moment. More thinking made me realize that she was probably putting my paper where she did to get a better view! Where she put the paper I actually had to come quite close to her house and directly toward her. I had to admire her planning. I also decided I needed to get to know her better and to understand her. I have usually found that when a question hits me, things work best if I move on it directly. So, once I had decided to talk to Millie, I did. I went over after lunch one day and took a cake. I baked the cake for no reason other than to take it to Millie and when she asked why I brought it that was what I told her. Millie seldom comes out of the house during the week. I see her around the resort on weekends, but only with her husband. Brian, her husband, travels a lot and spends days in a row on the road. Millie is short, about five-three and slightly pudgy, but not unsightly by any definition. She has stretch marks on her hips and slightly on her tummy, as well. I happen to be one of those men not bothered by these, but I acknowledge that they are an issue to some men – and to almost any woman, particularly those that have developed these Badges of Motherhood. Her rounded breasts were smallish and slightly plump and sagged as much as you could expect of a woman about fifty. Her areolas are small and oval shaped with the longer part in the up and down direction. Millie's nipples were not erect, and, in fact, I realized I had often seen them erect – I determined that they perhaps are not very sensitive at the moment. "I seldom really see you outside the house, Millie" I ventured "do you get along OK?" "I go out, but just not much. Brian travels so much and I don't like to go out alone. I know that sounds odd at a nudist resort, part of being here is that it is an enclosed environment and I feel safe inside the fences. And on weekends, we get out and about; I guess I just don't have much reason to venture out during the week." "If it is none of my business, please, please feel free to say so, but are things OK for you?" I asked. Millie looked at me for along moment. I could tell she was gauging her trust for a guy she only sees out the kitchen window. Suddenly, with tears welling in her eyes, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed "No, no, not at all Gus, no." I came around the table and sat beside her, guiding her head to my shoulder and neck to hold her. I said nothing and listened for her to open her heart. She cried for several minutes, each minute increasing my helpless feeling. As I hugged her, stroked her hair, and rocked her she gradually calmed down. I saw that if I really stretched, I could reach a box of tissues and I grabbed a couple, gently rubbing them on the back of her hand until she took them and began working at collecting herself. I politely looked away to give her space as she dabbed, blotted, sniffled, and grew calmer by the moment. "Gus," she finally managed, "Brian and I don't have a good marriage. I'm not sure when or why, but he has just gradually wanted nothing to do with sex. We really do have a good time together, personally, but nothing 'privately' if you can understand what I mean?" I nodded and mumbled "Sort of, I suppose. But I don't think it is you that has something wrong, you are an attractive woman." I knew I was being truthful, Millie was attractive, but she was cute not beautiful. She probably would look much better, though if she looked happier. There is something about sadness that puts a cloud all around a person's countenance – and it certainly had hers. I ventured a question to get the conversation back on track "Have you talked with Brian about wanting intimacy, or is it none of my business?" "Oh hell yes, I have told – asked – begged and all it comes down to is he doesn't know why he feels as he does. Or, more accurately 'does not feel what he ought to' and he went to the doctor; he's healthy. Brian just doesn't desire sex. He can masturbate, like if he just wants to prove that he can, but he doesn't even have the desire to do that! And what is killing me, it is as though he doesn't desire to have the desire.... I feel abandoned." "Shit." I uttered "I have never heard of anything like this. What does he expect you to do – become a monk like him?" "Shit is right! It is killing me. And he sees that it is not fair to me, that it's not right. He tells me that it would be a relief if I found someone to help me out, but I'm too shy to do that. Nobody wants an old woman that looks like me. Even when I was at my best, I didn't turn many heads." "Well, Millie, I have to be honest with you. Some men just automatically tune out when a woman is married. Also, sometimes it's a vicious circle that when one is sad or depressed, it shows and then other people tend to retreat from the person and then they look more sad or depressed and it just repeats. In your case, I really haven't known you long enough to be much help about why you might be shy or lonely. Because I was kind of recovering from my own loss, I probably was not as observant as I ought to have been." "Gus," I knew it was coming – would only be a matter of time before Millie went there, "would you ... could you ... I am so ashamed to ask this ... Gus, every morning I put your newspaper up on your picnic table so that you can come for it. I do it so I can see you. See your ... Well, almost every morning you have ... well, most men usually have – my Brian doesn't, he just doesn't – most men have erections in the morning. Gus, I need to confess that I watch you every morning to be able to see - uhhh - to see your erection. I'm sorry, but I just can't help wanting to see something so wonderful, even if I didn't cause it. Even though we live in this place, I long for the up close, intimate sight of a man in his various stages. They move; they have their shapes.... I – I'm so sorry." The sudden turn in the conversation had started to register with my little buddy and he was twitching ever so often. I've said before that I am not large or long, but my head gets a lot larger than the shaft and several ladies have remarked that they like that. Sometimes, and this time was no exception, the head engorges and gets fairly large before the shaft starts. This was the state I was in, and somehow I felt that it was the right time to let Millie enjoy what she likes to see. "Millie, if you look now, you can watch it going through one of its 'states' – go ahead, I don't mind, after all it's just normal and natural." Millie leaned slightly to her left and openly stared. She put her hand over her mouth, almost as thought she was shocked, but I knew it was not shock; it was actually what appeared to be expressing relief. "May I?" she whispered looking up at my eyes, "I mean is it Okay to ..." "Touch it? Sure, go ahead." I assured her, and I stood slowly in front of her so she could see it, touch it, and (I hoped, maybe even) taste it. Millie ran her fingers up and down the shaft which was now engorging, around the head which was now huge and becoming sensitive. She lifted it and outlined the tube along the bottom of the shaft, the channel my cum would be flowing down. And while one hand held my penis and moved it around to suit her vision, her other hand went to my balls and she rolled one, the other, and then both in her fingers and in her palm. Finally, like iron to a magnet, but slowly, she open her lips and leaned her face close to my now totally firm cock. I felt first the head - and then slowly the shaft, enter Millie's mouth. Warmth, no, heat, engulfed me and by pulling my balls, Millie moved my manhood in and out of her mouth. "Millie, I can not last long Sweetie." I warned. And Millie did not answer, but kept licking, sucking, and taking me in and out of her hot mouth. After about only a minute, my knees shivered as they will at a time like this. I felt my balls lift and tighten and I knew I was going to burst!" With all the effort I could muster, I gasped and whispered one more time "Millie, I can't last....." and she didn't pull off, but began to swallow even before my first spasm. Her swallowing action created a sublime suction that pulled my attention into her grasp. As Millie held me captive, I felt three good bursts of cum erupt and the sudden extra sensitivity almost brought me to tears as the rest of the smaller spurts continued. Millie swallowed it all and sensing that it was starting to hurt, she took my cock out of her mouth and placed it gently beside her cheek and with both arms around my hips held me close hugging me with my retreating penis between her cheek and my body. My hands were on the back of her shoulders as I once more felt her start to cry. But even I could tell that this was not a cry of pain or sadness. This was a cry of relief and joy. I gently lifted her and held Millie in a quiet hug and let her cry. + + + Millie and I eventually sat back down and she thanked me for understanding her need. I thanked her for the desire she showed for me, even thought I knew it was not me personally, but me as I finally represented a willing man. I never look at sex, particularly random sex, as transactions – tit for tat, and such. But I really do enjoy giving as much as receiving and I sorely wanted to give Millie a good experience. Also, at my age, I am still good for at least two tumbles as long as there is some time between the tumbles. Anyway, I figured that if I could get the time to bring Millie off, I might then have recovered enough to play some other games with her. I leaned to my left toward Millie and gently leaned her back on the sofa. When I lifted her left leg over to the back of the sofa, she was totally exposed and I sensed her fear that this additional level of nudity would not be pleasing. For months, we had seen each other totally nude, but so much of a woman's vulva remains hidden and was now so exposed, that a sense of shyness was emerging in her. I wanted to calm her so I looked openly at her exposed labia and smiled. "Millie, you are beautiful in every sense and everywhere." I assured her. "I cannot wait to taste you, may I?" Hesitantly, she asked "Are you sure you want to do that?" "Without a doubt." I responded as I lowered my lips toward her obviously moist sex lips. I love performing oral sex on a woman. I love the soft sensation of the outer labia against my lips and the texture of the inner labia on my tongue. Millie's inner labia protruded at least a half inch beyond the outer lips and formed a nearly butterfly shape. As I ran my tongue along her inner lips, Millie sighed and gasped. When I moved upward and brushed her clitoris with by top lip, she trembled. I eased my middle finger into her pussy and with lip, tongue, and finger began a synchronized rhythm of stimulating her that soon made Millie begin to pant and her hips began rocking. You never know until you find out, but I wondered if she had more hot spots to stimulate and I let my index finger brush gently against her anus. Millie seemed to freeze for an instant and I thought I might have ruined it. But when she moved again, it was to press against the index finger and not away from it. After she let out a long 'AHHHH', Millie half whispered, "only on the outside..." and went back to the rhythmic and frantic motions that were obviously chasing an orgasm. Her hips would alternately grind into the sofa and lift high above it. Her thighs pressed my ears into the side of my head and finally, with a tremendous breath, Millie began to yell "YES!! HELL YESSSS!! EAT ME SO GOOD, YOU FUCKER, EAT ME!" And I did, as her orgasm came, crested and receded – for almost a full minute – I clung to her sex with my mouth. Millie even squirted a little bit and I took her nectar and swallowed it greedily, waiting for her thighs to begin to relax. When they did and my head was free again, I crawled up beside her and held her until she had totally relaxed and returned to normal breathing and I saw her smiling with her eyes shut, remembering once again how good an orgasm could feel. + + + After we lay together for several minutes, I moved up beside her on the sofa, where we hugged for several seconds and kissed, though not deeply, more as a sign of appreciation. Millie didn't fall asleep, but fell into a trance-like state where she seemed nearly unconscious. It is funny that you see people nude on a regular basis and don't actually notice them in any detail. As she lay there in her haze, I took time to truly see what Millie's body looked like. My first impression of her was that she is cute; very average or unremarkable – though that is not intended as a slam. Millie's hair was short, brunette, and I am certain it was not dyed. She cut it in what would be a very practical cut for the nudist lifestyle – many dips in the pool, spontaneous outdoor showers, shuffleboard, and hot tub visits – without ready access to mirrors, brushes, or hair driers. Her face had angles that looked somewhat middle European, without blemishes. Her eyes, though, betrayed a subtle sense of sadness. Like almost all nudists women, she wore little if any makeup on a day to day basis. Millie was about five-eight or five-nine and probably weighed about one sixty or a bit under. Her hips were gently wide, thighs and calves slender and muscled evenly. Millie's breasts are what many men would call small, but they are well shaped and relatively firm. What sag is apparent looks more like a natural full shape than sagging. Her nipples are perpetually erect and the areola color is a light brown-pink that extends only a fraction of an inch beyond her nipples. Her whole pubic area is very attractive. Unlike many women here, she is not smooth shaved. I happen to prefer smooth, but the next best is trimmed close. Millie has a natural brunette hair pattern that amounts to a two-inch oval starting about a half inch above her labia cleft. It looks like she trims it to a length of about three-fourths inch, or less. She has just a bit of a tummy pooch, but it looks fine and really doesn't hide her pubic mound. The more I looked; I noticed that Millie really is very attractive. I decided that any negative feelings I had were probably just detecting her un happiness at her life situation. I also noticed that I was getting firm again. In a couple of minutes, I would probably be ready, willing, and able to try to please her again. As I felt my hard-on grow, I gently nudged her thigh with it. Millie was awake with her eyes closed and she half smiled, half chirped "I need that in one of my other holes, you know." "I hoped that was what you'd say. Would you like to get up and go to the bed or get on the floor?" I asked very quietly. "Can you just sort of 'use' me, I want to lay back and forget about having an orgasm, I just want to soak in the feeling of a man taking me for his pleasure. You pleasure, Gus. Just fuck me for your own feelings, as hard as you want. I want to be used." Who was I to deny the lady's wish? I kind of understood what she wanted, I think. She had gone a long time without being the center of someone's desire and she wanted to feel raw animal sex happening – I could accommodate this. I threw the back cushions off the sofa and eased Millie onto her left side with her left leg straight out and her right leg folded and lifted toward the front of the sofa enough to kneel with one of my legs behind her and on between her legs. My cock was laid along the top of her inner left thigh and aimed directly at her soaked pussy. I eased the head of my cock between her labia and scooted further up. Millie helped by bearing down and with no effort, my cockhead was out of sight inside her. With my right thumb I circled her clit and her pelvis responded by accepting an inch or so of my shaft into her canal. I have never measured myself, but I think I am fairly average in length and girth, but I am a bit larger than some in the cockhead and it seems that as her pelvis contracted, she was pulling my penis inside her as we wiggled. I was doing most of the physical work, but circling her clit was really helping with the internal contractions it was causing. Throughout this, Millie still had her eyes half open and they were focused far outside the room we were in. A faint smile curled her lips and spookily, her breathing was as calm as if she were sleeping. I had worked myself about half way into her and she was so moist, I knew it had to be comfortable, but I wondered how she would react if ... if I thrust the rest of my shaft into her in one move. So I did. Millie's eyes opened and her smile grew more pronounced, but she said nothing and it felt like she pushed back slightly. I grew still for a moment to savor the heat of her sex that was surrounding my cock. As though she wondered why I had stopped all movements, she glanced at me without moving her head and said 'Fuck it, hard and don't stop until I feel you cum inside me." I complied. I started thrusting. I kept up a steady rhythm, but varied the distance I withdrew and thrust back in. My balls were rubbing on her inner thigh and I held tight to her bent leg, squeezing as well as gaining leverage for my thrusting. My left hand wandered to her bottom and I remembered her reaction earlier when I had grazed her asshole, so I tried that again. Again Millie said "Only on the outside, Gus, don't press in." and I complied, teasing her rosebud opening with the pad of my thumb. Broke Oak: Millie While my mind processed those events, my penis had used its own mind to grow close to orgasm and it was now warning me; I was close. Part of me was embarrassed for being so fast, but part of me knew this was exactly what Millie wanted. What Mille needed. To be the object of lust. I thrust again with what I thought would do it, but it wasn't quite there. I continued two, three, four more thrusts, but still not getting my nut. But when I had stopped thinking about it, as I thrust, I felt the spurting begin. When I come, I like to press in as deep as possible and I did. I felt as though I was almost crawling into Millie's womb. She had her first deep reaction and she gasped and shuddered, not an orgasm, but a shudder of emotion. Her pussy milked my penis as though I might rob her of some of the juices it was delivering. As I became still myself, so did she. We seemed frozen like statues until we could both feel me deflating. As I grew smaller, my flaccid cock fell out of her pussy and lay on her inner thigh. I asked if she needed me to get up, thinking she might run to the bathroom like so many women do. But Millie said "I love the feeling of cum inside me and of it seeping out. It is so sensual and helps me remember the act." So we lay together, I watched her again, looking at her body and wondering where this might all lead. Friends are invaluable; nudist friends are naked and invaluable. I smiled at the thought. + + + This was the end of how Millie and I began being special neighbors. Soon, if there is a positive reader response, I will write the next chapter in the story of Millie and I. I'm going to try to offer a tease. Coming: Broke Oak: Out Back at Millie's by Gus Whutt . . . Millie caught me between sips of iced tea when she said "Gus, remember how you touched my bottom, and I said 'only on the outside'?" "Of course," I responded, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable; some women like it and some don't ..." "Oh, I like it. I like it a lot. But I hope it doesn't scare you away ... but I like it a REAL lot. It's just that I like to be, shall we say, 'prepared,' before doing anything 'internal' if you know what I mean." "I think I understand, do you want to talk about it?" I asked. "Yes, I really do. Gus, have you ever done anything with enemas?" .... (If you like the Millie series please let me know. If you like it and want it to continue, let me know that as well. Thanks!) Broke Oak: Millie's Backyard Neighbor {Note: You do not need to read any other of my stories, although this might make slightly more sense if you read "Broke Oak: Millie" first as this is follows that one in my series of stories about living in a nudist resort in Texas called Broke Oak Resort.} I am not that unusual in many ways. There are quite a few folks that live full time in a nudist resort. On the other hand, few of them write about the experiences, so I am unusual in that respect. The day after our initial romp, Millie and I had met at the picnic table between our mobile homes. With a couple of glasses of iced tea and shade that was welcome on a hot south Texas morning, we started with simple neighbor-speak, almost as though wee were avoiding the experience of the morning before when we had first had sex. In spite of the mutual avoidance, I noticed that Millie did seem very much lighter and more cheerful than her usual demeanor. I was happy that she seemed to have come through the sex with positive results! + + + . . . Millie caught me between sips of iced tea when she said "Gus, remember how you touched my bottom, and I said 'only on the outside'?" "Of course," I responded, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable; some women like it and some don't ..." "Oh, I like it. I like it a lot. And I hope that doesn't scare you away ... but I REALLY like it a REAL lot. It's just that I like to be, shall we say, 'prepared,' before doing anything 'internal' if you know what I mean." "I think I understand, do you want to talk about it?" I asked. "Yes, I really do. Gus, have you ever done anything with enemas?" .... Thinking this was a sensitive area, I carefully answered "Not really, Millie, I suppose when I was a kid, but I can't even remember them. Are you talking about enemas for health or enemas as sex acts? I hear that there are people that get off on having very large or very hot enemas and such and to be honest, I don't understand all that. It doesn't repel me at all; I just do not understand it." She looked back at me and I knew that she was made more comfortable by my honest answer. "I don't get off on the enemas, sexually I mean, but I do enjoy the intimacy and intensity of anal sex. But it is an embarrassing area and I just have always wanted to have the anal sex be as 'clean' as possible. I can't relax enough if I am worried about -- well, you know -- the messy part of it." After a moment when she realized I was still listening, she went on "I like to both give and receive anal pleasure, but the only way to get comfortable about the topic is to bring it out in the open and talk about it, even though it is so embarrassing at times. The embarrassment of the talking about topic avoids the embarrassment of the act, I guess." "I understand. You know, I do like anal stimulation, you already know I am fine with giving it -- well, I am ok getting some too, although I haven't had a great deal of experience. What do you specifically want to do? I mean what type of penetration and such? Do you mean fingers, toys, or a dick?" I responded. "All or any of the above, Gus. I really do like the stimulation. Another thing folks do, but I don't know how you feel is to do oral and as long as we are both squeaky-clean, I enjoy both giving and receiving that as well. But I hope that doesn't offend or scare you..." I became aware that here I was sitting outside with my neighbor, where the occasional passerby can look and see us, and the topic had given me a tremendous hard-on. I am not big, that's not what I am saying, but just being hard in public view can be a big no-no in a nudist resort. I guess when I glanced down and then shifted how I was sitting; Millie saw me and figured it out. "So, if this is making you hard, does that mean that you are interested?" "Absolutely, but I don't want to get us kicked out of the resort, so I thought I'd obscure the evidence just a bit." I responded. Millie shot back that "If we go inside, you can just let it stick out anyway it wants. Interested?" But Millie clearly was giving more of a command than a question as she got up and with her towel, the tea pitcher, and her glass, juggled her way to the back door. It crossed my mind that when I got up and headed for the same door, I was heading toward two back doors at once! Once inside, I was not worried at all about my erection. But I did want to finish the discussion before I made any mistakes in this sensitive area. I had indeed had anal sex with a few women in my life. It was neither my favorite nor was it displeasing, it was just another aspect of sex. As I watched Millie's ass sway toward her house, I imagined how it would be to explore her anal sexuality. But it turned out that I was in for a bit of a surprise! When we had gone in and were seated, Millie continued as though there had been no interruption "Gus, I'd like us to continue having sex like we had yesterday and I'd like it to include anal play as well, but I just need us to level set with each other over what and how and such. I have intense sensitivity anally, but it is an embarrassing area also. So I'm just going to blurt all this out and then, please react and respond so I know I haven't turned you off... "I like anal play to be as clean as possible, I know it is never 'totally' clean, but it can be a hell of a lot less-messy. I want the play to be both ways, I want to play with your ass also -- touch it, enter it, stick toys in it, and stuff. And I want us to clean out first, where we have enemas to make it less messy -- an enema and a hot shower can be super fun and make the way for super sex. "Gus, I have a strap-on that I would like to use to do you. But I also really want to feel you enter me and have you cum in my ass. But on days we don't 'clean up' we can still have sort of 'external' play, like yesterday. "Well, does that seem okay to you? And if it does, would you find it fun to enema together or alone? How do you feel about me doing you? Hell, I need to shut up and let you talk ...." She tapered off and I could sense that she was really dreading any awkward silence. "Millie, I am very anally sensitive also, but I am barely experienced in that line of fun. You will have to be the teacher and I cannot thank you enough for breaking the ice. I have never had anything stuck in me other than the odd finger here and there -- docs and ladies both, but I am very willing to try. Hell, YES! I'll work this out with you. And as to the enemas, we might as well enjoy this together. We could share enemas and then shower together to start the fun! Millie just beamed and took my hand to lead me toward the master bedroom. "Gus, I wasn't sure, but I took the chance you might say yes and got some stuff ready ..." so we went down the hall and I saw that the foot of the bed had a couple of beach towel sized waterproof sheets along with more plumbing than I could recognize. I gulped and said "you're on, Millie. But you need to run the show here." Millie said "Trust me" and guided me onto my back on one of the sheets "you are first". As I lay there, half scared, half filled with anticipation, Millie roamed about. As the bathroom sink ran water, she babbled about this and that -- probably just to keep me from being nervous -- and I tried to just relax, but made a mental note to learn how she did this so I could return the favor. Being a nudist, a guy has his 'stuff' out there on public view at all times, but there is still something sexy about a woman walking up to you and openly focusing her vision and between your legs. 'Junior' began to re-inflate and a sense of excitement rose with his growth as Millie approached with her hands full of assorted items. Millie had me spread my legs wide and she took a warm, almost hot, washrag to my penis, testicles and anus. Then she took some lubricant and placed a good sized dollop on the tip of her middle finger and worked it gently around my rectum. She didn't exactly push into me, but simply worked the lube around in a circle and as my sphincter relaxed, her finger entered slightly -- probably to the first knuckle. Millie then lubed the enema nozzle. Instead of the narrow nozzle the size of my little finger and intended for enemas, she had decided to use the broader nozzle the size of my thumb and intended for douching. Once lubed, she slowly eased this nozzle into my anus. Of course I tensed up, but Millie spoke soothingly repeating "Relax, just relax" and with her left hand, massaged my lower belly. Junior, which had been inflating a couple of minutes prior, was now quite flaccid, but there was still an erotic feeling to this and when Millie reached and unsnapped the valve on the hose, I could feel the warm, soapy solution running into my belly. Junior again began to swell. "It looks like he enjoys this feeling" Millie observed as she saw my circumcised head enlarge. "Let's no have him go off early though -- I want him deep inside me when he unloads." After a couple of minutes, which seemed like an hour, Millie shut the valve off and continued to massage my belly. Surprisingly, I was not really uncomfortable or desperate to relieve myself. Millie later told me that she had used a small and very mild mixture, just enough to clean out the 'close end' of the system. After she was satisfied that I had been waiting long enough, Millie helped me up and aimed me toward the bathroom to empty myself. Meanwhile, she took this time to get the other enema set ready for herself -- a set I was soon going to learn how to use on her. Indeed, surprisingly with no cramping at all, I was able to expel my enema and I am amazed to admit that there was a very real sense of feeling cleaner. I had not expected to feel better as I had only viewed this as part of a process to prepare for sex. In any event, I cleaned up and returned to the bedroom, where Millie was just settling onto the other waterproof sheet. With her (patient) guidance, I positioned her, prepared her, and then administered the other enema bag to her. I really enjoyed the act of getting her rectum lubed. She has a beautiful vulva and it was so exposed as I circled my finger around her anus, I let my left hand linger on her labia and open her lips to view as my right hand prepared her backdoor and then I used the other tube and nozzle to penetrate her before turning the valve and allowing the soapy solution to flow. As she had done for me, I gently massaged her tummy in a circular motion and helped her stay relaxed for the minutes it took to flood her bowels. When the flow had been stopped and after she had left it to do its work for a few minutes, I helped Millie up and she headed to the bathroom. For the time it took her to expel, I tried to straighten up what I could, but also wandered into the kitchen to give her all the time she needed to finish. Soon, Millie came in, two new towels in hand, saying "Let's go shower over by the clubhouse and we'll be so squeaky-clean we can just let ourselves go." So we walked over to the outdoor showers and enjoyed the sensation of being cleaned inside and out and especially knowing we were getting ready for our new sex adventure. After we got back to her house, Millie stopped me in the kitchen and looked intently into my eyes "Gus, are you okay with everything we just did? Has any of this 'weirded you out,' I mean?" "Millie, I'm really fine. It was fun, different, and it wasn't at all upsetting." And to cement my response, I hugged her leaned down so I could kiss her. She broke the kiss and led me to the bedroom. With the drapes drawn, the daylight gave a muted light, but one that allowed us to see our partner and our play. We began by hugging, kissing, and generally rolling about the bed. When our hands were wandering, we let them freely also go to the other's bottom. Millie had mentioned that it is healthy to keep a hand or finger that does go to the anus and one that does not, so a lot of what we were doing is rolling about to free this hand or that arm. Eventually, we ended up in a 69 position and as Millie moved from my cock to my balls, she broke the first oral-anal ice by preceding further to rim me. This is something that feels so very good, but I have only experienced a few times. At first, I was shy and tensed up -- then I realized, this was one of the reasons for the inside and outside cleaning we had done and I relaxed, trusting and opening myself to her tender caress. Likewise, when she went back to take my cock in her mouth, I eagerly worked my way to Millie's bottom. My tongue first circled and then centered on her anus. Millie at first tensed the way I had, but very quickly, she began pressing her hips into my invading tongue, responding in a very heated and desirous way. I can't be positive, but I think that her muscles open a little to let the tip of my tongue almost enter her nether hole. After a few minutes of this around-the-world activity, we again ended up face to face embracing as we had begun. Millie whispered to me "Gus, will you please fuck my ass while I use a toy on my clit? I want to feel you cum in my ass." In answer, I reached for the bottle of lube. Seeing me, Millie reached into her bedside drawer and retrieved her vibrator. We met in the middle, so to speak. "How will you be most comfortable?" I asked. Millie rolled onto her left leg, with her right knee drawn up toward her chest. I saw that I should straddle her straight left leg while she could reach under her right leg with her vibrator. And with the lube, I began to prepare her anus for my cock. As she had shown by circling mine, I realized that I should gently circle her rosebud rather than simply insert a finger into her. I spread lube liberally on my cock, especially the head, and simply placed it at her opening. As I heard the vibrator start, I felt Millie's free hand grasp my hip and she pushed herself against my cock, in total control of the penetration. As I played with her breast with one hand and supported my weight with the other, I felt my penis slowly open her and the head disappeared inside her. I needed to see this and as I looked, I was amazed ant how sexy her ass looked with me entering her. Gradually, with virtually no movement on my part, Millie pressed down on my cock. The vibrator brought her spasms, twitches, and hip rocking that worked to cause her to accept my cock more and more. Eventually, when I would look, I could see that I was completely inside Millie's ass. Past experiences with anal sex had been sort of 'in the dark' and almost embarrassing to me and my partner, but this open, premeditated, planned ... and FUN! A vagina feels wonderfully warm on a penis, this felt deliciously HOT. As she moved for her vibrator, I began to move against and with Millie's motion. I am a little less than six inches long, but I was eventually moving almost that entire length out and then back into her as Millie climbed the vibrator's staircase to orgasm. I sensed that she was close and through clenched teeth, Millie urged "Fuck me, Gus, fuck the hell out of me -- I want to feel you cum -- fuck me deep" as she pushed back onto my shaft. I did my part and increased my rhythm, I put extra pressure on the inward thrusts and I got closer and felt an extra urgency to cum. Suddenly, Millie began to quiver as her peak hit. Instead of saying anything, she simply began to cry, and that pushed me over the edge into an orgasm that felt especially strong. Her rectum was so hot, tight, and gripping on my cock, I felt each spurt in a new way. I unloaded in her as Millie held my hip and pulled it closer and tighter to her own. As we stayed in this position, I reached forward and kissed her. In a whisper I asked her if she needed me to pull out, but she held my hip and whispered back to stay. And it was like that that we stayed until my penis deflated enough that gravity and her tight muscles eased me out of her hole, onto her thigh. With her vibrator turned off, Millie eased onto her back and guided me to lie next to her. She cuddled in my arm and whispered that it had been years since she had had that wonderful feeling of intimacy this forbidden act gives her. After we had dozed a bit, Millie got up warning me to stay where I was. She came back with a hot washcloth and a towel and proceeded to clean my penis and testicles, then used the towel to dry them. How tender her motions and how sweet -- but she was not done. Millie bent down to take my soft penis gently between her lips, sucking it back to life, encouraging another erection. I usually need more time for recovery, but she did get me quite hard. "Now, you let me give you something new" she calmly said. And when she reached for the lube and her vibrator, I squelched the initial fear and decided to leave myself in her hands. Skillfully, Millie lubed my anus, then her vibrator. She moved the vibe in gentle circles around my anus with just the slightest inward pressure. When I first felt the beginnings of penetration, she bent back down and took my still erect penis back into her mouth. With each extra movement of her mouth, she also eased the vibrator farther into my rectum. Soon, Millie had a very arousing rhythm working between the vibrator, her mouth, and my own reflexive movements. I was truly enjoying it, when she suddenly shifted the vibrator's angle to press just right on my prostate. WOW!!! In just a few moments, I felt the deepest of urges I had felt for a long time and knew I was going to cum. But even before I felt the first spurt, the pressure on my prostate had caused a milking to start and Millie was getting a load in her mouth. Since she had taken me orally the day before and seemed fine with it, I let myself go with the flow and just enjoyed. I have read of men talking about being 'milked' like this, but had no idea what it was about. Millie simply kept the flow of semen going and swallowed until I was finally, totally spent. Millie turned the vibe off and gradually eased it out of my bottom. Again, she used the washcloth (no longer warm!) to clean my bottom and then she returned to my side and gave me a long, lingering kiss that included some of my sperm -- just to remind me of the load she had taken. We relaxed for a while, then got up and wandered back to the showers by the clubhouse to clean up. When we returned, we shared glasses of a dry Merlot and we both thanked each other and looked at each other, and our relationship, differently. Certainly, we were now backdoor neighbors in a totally new way. As I later walked back to my home, I wondered how this would all work out. - - - - - - Please let me know how you like the Millie stories. I share things that happen here the best I can, but I want to share the things you most want to hear. Your suggestions guide me. I have had far and away more response for the first Millie story than any other -- in spite of the short time it has been available. Cheers to all, and if you are ever here at Broke Oak (and nudists know the real name) look me up, ask for Gus - I am the guy with the Oakland A's cap!