2 comments/ 114580 views/ 11 favorites First Time with Baby By: silverace1 Good morning baby: I keep receiving these wonderful e-mails from my little girl and it sends my mind flying back to the first time we made love. Mummy is always gone; I suspect she has a lover after work most nights and weekends! So it has been just you and I. I come home from work early every day to make us supper and then send you off to do your homework while I clean up. I usually take my second coffee into the den to relax. That first fateful night, I heard a loud thump from upstairs in the bathroom and I ran up to see if you were OK. The bathroom door was open and steam was pouring out. Without thinking I rushed in to see you had fallen in the shower and were lying there almost unconscious. I grabbed your slick body and wrapped you in a towel to take to your bedroom. It had been years - not since you were a little girl when I used to give you baths - that I had seen your naked body. As I sat on the edge of your bed and cradled you, you started to come around and threw your arms around my neck and started to cry. I hushed you with words of love and repeated, "It's all going to be OK, baby". You snuggled into the crook of my arm and I could feel you warm breath on the side of my neck. Why was I feeling a stirring in my groin? This is my little girl! I rubbed your skin until it was rosy red and you were warm and feeling better. I told you to put your nightie on and I would be back to tuck you in. Once again, I haven't done that for years either; you usually kissed me on the cheek downstairs and went to bed on your own. After all, you were just about through high school and at a mature 18, I knew how responsible you were. I left you sitting on the edge of your bed, still wrapped in the towel, with another one you took from your nightstand drying your hair. I caught a glimpse of you watching me as I left the room with just the hint of a smile on your face. I wonder if you had felt my beginning erection. I hope not! I went into my own bedroom, quickly showered and changed into my long terry gown. I always sleep raw but I was off to tuck you in. I came into your room and you only had your little dresser lamp on, so I could see your golden hair fanned out on the pillow (it was still longer than you wanted as it hung loosely down your back). Although I loved the look, I was giving in to your requests to have it cut shorter to give you a more mature look. As my eyes grew more accustomed to the darker room, I saw the sheet covering your body slip slightly lower to expose the tops of your growing breasts. My baby is growing into a beautiful young woman! "Daddy, please sit with me for a while. I feel so lonely since Mommy is never here" "I am so sorry baby. I know I can't be Mom and Dad to you" I said sadly as I sat at the head of your bed with my legs outstretched. "Oh Daddy! I love you so much! You have been wonderful to me and I only want to make you happy". With these words, you flung yourself from the sheets and on top of me. You were clad only in the sheerest baby doll top and a tiny thong and I could feel your breasts pressing into my chest as you ground your groin along my now full erection. "Baby, this can't happen. It is so wrong!" I cried as I laid you back gently by my side. You started to sob uncontrollably and my heart broke. Here you were without a mother and I had just shunned you. How could I be so cruel? As I turned to you to take you into my arms again, I saw how the baby doll had crept upwards to expose the creamy firmness of your tummy and I had the sudden urge to moisten my lips and kiss your body. My cock tented my gown even though I tried to still my carnal urges - incest was wrong and illegal but you were just so beautiful and I hadn't been with a woman for more than five months. To try and redirect my inappropriate feelings, I gathered you into my arms again and turned on the bedside light with a promise to read to you from your favourite book of romantic poetry. As I started to read, you snuggled into my side with your head on my chest and one leg thrown over mine. After a couple of more intense poems, you asked me to turn to a certain page and read from there. As I turned the pages, a slip of paper fell out into my lap and you begged me to read it. As I opened it, I saw it was in your handwriting. It was like a page from your private diary and as soon as I saw the opening. "Dear Diary". I looked into your eyes and told you that I couldn't read you most private thoughts. "I want you to, Daddy. I wrote it for you" I started to read it to myself but you begged me to read it aloud. "Last night I heard Daddy moaning in his bedroom and I ran to see if he was OK. When I peeked into his bedroom, he was lying there nude and he was stroking his cock! It looked so huge and I could see him as he stroked it slowly and steadily. He reached to the tip and pulled off a clear fluid and sucked his fingers into his mouth. He groaned as he did. I wonder what that was and how it tasted? Then he started to stroke faster and faster and suddenly he shot out a whole bunch of thick white stuff all over his stomach and hand. I was so engrossed by the sight I almost missed his words as he moaned 'Oh Baby! Yes, my sweet Amy! I love and want you so much!'" I stopped reading as I remembered that night and I tried to apologize to you as I blushed with embarrassment. I remember how lonely and horny I was that night and how I had realized that I wanted to make love to my own daughter. I had wept myself to sleep as I realized what shame my thoughts of incest had been. You reached up and stroked my cheeks as I realized that I was silently crying again. Now it was you who was comforting me! "Its OK, my sweet Daddy. I love you too and have dreamt about you every night since then as I masturbated myself to orgasms I have never known before" By now, your soft little hand had untied the sash of my robe and you wrapped your fingers around my steel hard shaft. I was dripping with precum and you ran your fingers over my glans to scoop up some and brought those glistening fingers to your pouting lips. As you sucked them in, you moaned as you gazed into my eyes. "Make love to your little girl, Daddy! I want you so much" With that, you sat astride my hips and lifted your top over your head and threw it aside. As you shook out your hair, your firm tits were presented close to my lips and I immediately sucked most of one them into my hot mouth as my tongue lashed your nipple to bullet hardness. As you arched your back and pulled my head harder against you, you were grinding your tiny thong against my hard cock. I could feel the heat and wetness that saturated the tiny patch of material coat my shaft. I threw you to the side and tore the thong from your writhing hips. I shucked my robe and tossed it aside as I lowered myself to your breasts to worship them and feast upon the objects of my fantasies. As I sucked and nipped each nipple, I ran my hand down your firm tummy - stopping for a minute to tickle your navel. Then I cupped your mound with my hand and stopped nibbling on your firm breasts in shock! You were shaved smooth as a baby's bottom! Not a trace of hair from the top of your slit all the way to your tiny puckered sphincter. You smiled up at me and giggled "I had that done as soon as I knew I wanted you Daddy! I wanted your beard to tickle every inch of my pussy and asshole before you fucked me" Unused as I was to your cursing, I was so turned on! I dove between your legs to devour the treat awaiting me there. As I did, you pulled me by the cock until I was straddling your face and pulled my hips down until I felt the warmth of your mouth slide urgently along my shaft. You were trying to deep throat me on the first try and this only urged me onward! I drove three fingers into your hot flowing cunt and curled them upwards to your g spot while I stroked your clit with my thumb. This first time together was not going to be the slow romantic lovemaking we would come to know; this was a time of urgency and lack of control. We blindly fucked and sucked at each other until we were both on the brink of cumming! I licked two fingers of my other hand and drove them all the way into your loosened pucker. This was the final push over the edge and you cried out around my cock as you sprayed your massive orgasm all over my hand and face as I leaned in to taste and swallow every drop. At the same time, my cock swelled in your mouth and I climaxed so much since I unloaded months of loneliness down your throat. As you swallowed every single drop, your throat muscles milked me dry and I collapsed exhausted with my mouth still pressed against your pussy. You kept oozing your sweet nectar and I lapped it all up until you were clean. You finished cleaning my cock with your own tongue and then I turned around and fell into your arms. From that time onward my sweet baby, we have been inseparable. Even when you started college the next year, you remained living with me so that we could sleep together and make love every night and all weekend long. I love my sweet baby so much! First Time With Baby Girl I'm sitting on the couch, having a drink. There is a baseball game on, but I'm not watching it. Then, you walk in the door. You've been out with your friends, clubbing and having a good time. You're carrying your shoes, your hair is a mess and your make up is smeared from all the dancing and sweating you've been doing, and I still think you are absolutely gorgeous. The instant your eyes hit mine, I feel my heart lift. A few of your friends are behind you, laughing and talking. I can see at least one guy and I'm jealous because he has been out with you tonight. I don't even know if he touched you or talked to you, but I'm jealous he was with you. "Hi, daddy," you say, surprised to see me, but smiling when you do. Your smile is far more intoxicating than the drink in my hand. I say, "Hi, baby, did you have fun?" You can tell by the way I ask that something isn't quite right. I'm upset about something and you know it. Living with me all of your 18 years has taught you to read my emotions well. You turn to your friends and I even though you lower your voice, I hear you say, "Guys, I can't hang out tonight." I turn off the TV and say, "No, no, honey. It's okay. I was just going to bed. Your friends can come in and hang out." I walk into the kitchen and pour my drink out. The ice had melted and the drink was watered down anyway. I can hear you shooing your friends away, and you walk into the kitchen. "What's wrong, Daddy," you ask. "It's nothing, sweetie. I'm fine. I'm going to bed." "Is mom here?" you ask. As I walk away, I say, "No. She's at grandma's house for a while." I go into my room, undress, and climb into bed. With only a sheet covering me, I lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take me. I can hear you in your room, and then in the bathroom taking a shower. I imagine your soapy hands on your skin, caressing your soft breasts, your perfect ass, and your shaved pussy. I don't want to think about you in this way, but I can't help myself. I'm so attracted to you, my sweet, beautiful daughter. I know it's wrong and I would never act on it, but I have been watching you as you have become a gorgeous woman. You can't imagine how many times I have laid in bed, with your mother inches from me, and stroked my hard cock thinking of you. You don't know how many times I have had sex with your mother and wished it was you. I've come close to saying your name a couple times. It's wrong, but I can't help it. I want you. Your shower ends and I hear you back in your room. Then, a minute later, you knock on my door. "Daddy, may I come in?" "Of course, honey," I say. "Are you okay?" "Yes, Daddy, I'm fine," you say as you walk in the room. "I'm just worried about you. Did you and mom have a fight?" You walk to the side of the bed. In the moonlight, I can see you are wearing only white panties and a thin tee shirt. I can see the outline of your thick pussy lips through your panties. Your nipples are hard and your hair is still damp from the shower. You look incredible. My heart is racing. I wonder what I will do if I get hard and the thought causes a rush of blood to my cock. You sit on the side of the bed and ask, "What happened?" I say, "Your mom is mad because I quit my job. I found another job that is going to allow me to be home more often and it is something I will enjoy a lot more, but it is less money, so she's pissed." "Will you still be able to pay the bills and everything," you ask. "Yes," I say, "but we won't have as much disposable income as before, so we won't be able to go on extravagant vacations or out to eat as often." "But you'll be happier, right?" "Being home more and doing something I like to do will make me much happier." What I don't say is being home around you more, getting to see you and fantasize about you more, will make me happier. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I have to say this. If you're going to be happier, then fuck mom. If she loved you, she would want to see you happy and the money wouldn't matter." I look at you. You have a stern look on your face. You're serious and I believe you are really mad at your mother. I've never been more attracted to you. Your blue eyes are filled with fire and determination. Your sweet lips, that I have longed to kiss, are set in a straight, firm line. I believe if she were here, you would give your mother a piece of your mind. "Thank you for saying that, honey. It will be okay. Either your mother will come around or she will leave me. She's been unhappy for a long time. This might be the last straw. I might be a lonely old man soon." You lay on the bed next to me and casually put your arm on my chest. Fire erupts in my skin where you touch me and I feel as if my heart is going to leap out of my chest. I wonder if you can feel what you do to me. "You're not old, and you wouldn't be alone long, Daddy. You are smart, funny, and very handsome. If mom left you, it would be her loss, not yours." "The only women who would be interested in me are old ladies," I say playfully, not really meaning it. But you say, "That's not true, Daddy. A couple of my friends have told me how handsome they think you are." Your blue eyes are staring at me and I feel like I'm going to explode. Before you can see how much I want you, I pull you into a hug. Your arms hold me tight and I'm acutely aware that only three pieces of thin cloth are between our bodies: My sheet, your shirt, and your panties. I kiss your forehead and you kiss my neck. I'm starting to get hard and I'm horrified you are going to feel it. I try to ease my hips back away from you, but you hold me tight. "I love you, Daddy," you whisper as you kiss my neck again. "I love you, too, baby," I answer. Then, you look up at me. Our faces are inches apart. Your breath is warm on the skin of my face. I can smell toothpaste on your breath. You stare into my eyes and I'm hypnotized. "Tyler," you whisper. You have never used my name before. "Tyler, I love you." "I love you, Brenda," I say as our lips meet for the first time. Our first kiss is soft at first, just a gentle caress of your lips against mine, but we quickly sink into it, and it becomes passionate and deep. Our mouths open, our tongues meet and intertwine. My mind is going crazy. I'm filled with lust and love and confusion. I know this is wrong, but it feels so fucking right! I run my hand along your back and then under your shirt to touch your skin. You are soft and smooth and warm, just as I imagined. Your hand is on my chest, running through my chest hair, leaving trails of pleasure wherever you touch. You break our kiss for a moment and ask, "Are you naked, Daddy?" I nod. I'm unable to speak. You stand up next to the bed and slowly, staring into my eyes, you take off your shirt. Your breasts are magnificent and I stare at them wantonly. You smile at me, loving how I'm attracted to you. Then, you slide your panties down off your smooth legs. They drop to the floor in a whisper and you step out of them. I can see you are completely shaved. Your pussy is smooth and already glistening in the moonlight with your excitement. I move the sheet that is covering me so you can join me in bed. Your eyes quickly focus on my throbbing cock. I know I'm not large, but you seem to like what you see. Then you are in bed with me and the sheet is covering us both. We are laying on our sides and you put one leg over me. My hand is on your naked ass and it feels amazing. We hold each other as if we are afraid we will be lost if we let go. As we kiss longer and deeper, our hands roam each other's bodies. You hand gently grasps my cock and you stroke me softly. I've got my hand around your backside and one finger gently probing your wet pussy. I lower my head and take one of your nipples in my mouth and you groan with pleasure. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good," you whimper. Your hand moves the head of my cock along your soaked slit, but I don't enter you yet. We are teasing each other, building to what I know will be the most amazing experience either of us has ever had. I roll us over so I am on top of you, and I begin kissing my way down your body. I stop at your erect nipples, move over your belly, and just when I'm about to dip my tongue into you, you stop me. "No one has ever done that to me, Daddy. What if I smell or taste weird?" "Oh, baby," I whisper soothingly, "I can already smell you and you smell amazing. You smell like an aroused woman and I can't wait to taste your womanly pussy." Without another word, I slide my tongue along your slit and taste you. As I suspected, you taste incredible. Your pussy juice is delicious. Your lips feel so smooth and warm on my tongue and lips that I can't help burying my face in you. I find your clit, hard and sensitive, and I lick it furiously. "Oh, fuck, Daddy," you moan. "Daddy, you're making me feel so good. No one has ever made me cum like this, Daddy. Please don't stop!" I have no intention of stopping until you explode, and I let you know by licking and sucking your clit harder and faster. Your hands are in my hair, holding my head in just the right spot. "Oh, Daddy, I'm going to cum. Oh, shit! Oh, Daddy! Oh! OH! OOOOHHHHH, FUCK!!! I'M CUMMING, DDDDDAAAADDDDDYYYYYY!!!!!" I continue licking you as your pussy soaks my face. I'm so happy, I'm laughing and smiling in to your soaked cunt. You are thrashing on the bed, making it hard for me to keep licking and I lose contact with you. As you are coming down, I slide up on top of you until my cock is right at your opening. I look into your beautiful eyes. You're smiling at me and you kiss me, tasting your own juice. "I do taste good, don't I, Daddy?" "Yes, you do, baby girl," I smile back. "Are you ready for this, honey?" You look at me and smiling, you say, "Daddy, I want to be your cum-slut. I want you to fuck me in every hole and in every way you can. I want to be filled with your cum every minute of the day. But right now, right at this moment, I want you to make love with me." I kiss you deeply and say, "I would love to make love with you, Brenda." The head of my cock parts your swollen pussy lips. Your juice coats my shaft as I sink into you deeper and deeper, until I feel the head of my cock bump your cervix. You are full of my hard meat, and I am surrounded by your warm sheath. "Oh, baby," I moan with pleasure, "you are the wettest, warmest, and tightest I have ever had!" "Daddy, your cock is so big inside me! I've never been so full and felt so wide open." I begin to move inside you, letting you feel every inch of me inside you. Responding to me, your hips move with me, gliding your slick pussy along my length. "Baby, Daddy wants to fill your pussy with his cum. Is that okay?" "Yes, Daddy. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to feel your seed inside me." "I'm getting close, baby girl." "I am, too, Daddy." "Okay, you tell me when you're going over the edge, and we will cum together." "Yes, Daddy." We continue to move together, not fast or hurried, just the simple act of a man and a woman enjoying each other, building to a mutual climax. We kiss. I suck your nipples. You wrap your legs around mine and pull me deeper into you with each stroke. "Daddy," you whimper. "Yes, baby." "I'm going to cum again." "When, baby?" "Right now. Here it comes. Oh, Daddy, please cum with me. Cum inside me. Now. Now! Oh, fuck, fill my pussy with your cum now, Daddy!!!!" "Oh, Brenda, I'm cumming in your pussy!" "Yes, Daddy, PLEASE!!!!" We are lost in our orgasms, I'm filling you with potent sperm, deep in your womb, and your pussy is milking me for every drop of cum. We curse and shout and groan as we climax, each of us feeling the other's pleasure as well as our own. Too soon, we come down. I kiss you and move off you. We are laying on our sides again, facing each other. You giggle and say, "I can feel your cum leaking out of me, Daddy. It tickles." "Would you like to taste your cum mixed with mine." "Yes." You slide down and take my still-hard cock in your mouth and suck it deep into your throat. "Delicious," you say, smiling. First Time with Barb I've been married to my wife Barbara for just over 21 years. We shared an apartment for about a year before we were married and sex was generally uninhibited before the wedding. We put off having any children for a few years while we got on our feet financially. We now have one son and we are very proud of him. My wife is kind of short - just over five feet tall. Although she says that she is "five feet and a half" what she really means is five-feet and one half inch. She is generally well proportioned and has always had a "killer" ass. I noticed her great butt the first night that I saw her. After a few dates we started to become more and more intimate. I found that I could hardly keep my hands off her butt. She apparently liked the attention and never complained about the frequent grabs except when we were in public situations where she was sure that somebody could see us. She has always liked body rubs and I usually pay a lot of attention to her back - especially her lower back. During sex, Barbara occasionally took the upper position. I liked this for a variety of reasons that included the free access to rub and explore her ass. Although she tolerated the rubbing and caressing, when I tried to go a little further, like a slight finger insertion, she always rejected the idea and generally acted 'turned-off' by the action. I brought up the subject of anal sex a few times but was immediately rebuffed. She had no interest in it and would not even discuss it at any length. Eventually we decided to try to have a baby. At first this consisted of her stopping the "pills" and our just having sex as we had always done. After a few months, however, it was obvious that nothing seemed to be happening. Barbara went to the gyno and got checked out - everything seemed OK. I went for a check and all appeared normal. The doctor suggested a sperm count and this was a fun excuse for Barb to give me a nice hand-job. The sperm count showed normal results. Eventually, the doctor suggested that we "Track her cycle" and time our sex to coincide with the "most fertile times." We had to learn how to do this. It consisted of our taking her temperature every morning before she got out of bed. Then plotting the temperatures on a chart and looking for dips and rises in the graph. The really fun part was that it had to be a rectal temperature. I was in heaven. Every morning when the alarm clock went off, I would lube up a thermometer, apply a small dab of KY to Barbara's' rosebud and then insert and hold the thermometer for three minutes. She always lay on her tummy while this was happening. I had fun - she didn't seem to mind much and was actually kind of anxious for success in getting her pregnant. On a couple of occasions, while waiting for the thermometer to "time out" I reached under her crotch and massaged her clit. At first she resisted this but soon gave in and rode my hand to an orgasm. I was hoping that she would somehow connect the thermometer in her ass with a good orgasm and loosen up a bit on the anal sex subject. No such luck. The temperature plotting and timed sex eventually worked, Barb got pregnant and nine months later we had a brand new son. I've had only two occasions to "administer" Fleets enemas to her, once a couple of years before she got pregnant and once about a year and a half ago. On both occasions, the enemas were to relieve constipation and consisted of a mineral oil enema followed by a clear water-cleansing enema. Both occasions were much too clinical for my liking. After trying to force herself to go, she tried laxatives that didn't work. When the discomfort continued to build she gave in to my "horrible" suggestion and submitted to the ordeal. Both times it went something like this: I went to the local drugstore and picked up the supplies, a Fleet mineral oil and a Fleet cleansing (disposable) enema. Barbara was dead set against buying an enema bag and having "something like that around the house," to use her words. Although the instructions on the package suggest that the recipient lay on their left side, I convinced Barb to lie flat on her tummy to allow the solution to run in and be effective. I was able to get her to put a pillow under her hips to raise her up a little - wow, what a sight. After some coaxing and discussion we arrived at the moment of truth. I applied a little KY to her pretty pink rosebud and slowly inserted the mineral oil enema tip. I tried to squeeze the bottle as slowly as I could so as to prolong my pleasure at both seeing and doing this. Once the mineral oil was all in, I reluctantly removed the enema tip and then she was supposed to wait for "the urge." I suggested that I do one of my famous "reach under" clit rubs but she firmly declined. After what seemed like only a very few minutes, Barb said that it had worked and excused herself to the bathroom to discharge the oil and whatever else came along with it. After she was done, I reminded her that the instructions strongly suggested that she take a water-cleansing enema to clear out all the remaining oil. Again she resisted. She said that the oil had done its job and she didn't need any more attention "back there." I read the instructions on the box to her and she reluctantly lay down on the bed again. I repeated the process and the offer again. This time she was up and back into the bathroom in what seemed like record time. The subject of enemas has not come up again until very recently. We continued on with our lives and our very normal sex. Recently, however, I had a personal health crisis that was a little scary. I had to have some minor surgery to remove a cyst from my chest. The doctor had explained that this was pretty routine and that it would be done as a "same day surgery." But, when they put me under, I had a severe reaction to the anesthesia. My Blood pressure went off scale low, my heart rate climbed and I was unable to wake up. The doctors and nurses did all the right things and I soon responded to their treatment. Instead of "same day" the hospital stay extended to three days. While I was still in the recovery room, the doctor met with my wife and explained everything to her. Although I'm sure he was trying to be reassuring, he did scare her quite a bit when he asked her if I had a will and if I had a living will and did she know where these documents were. It kinda scared me too! Well, I lived. While I was in the hospital, Barb and I had a couple of long talks about our lives and the impact of this latest scare. We were in agreement that life is way too short and we should try to enjoy this last third of it as best we can. We resolved to take more time for vacations and to "see the sights" that were within our reach. Then, out of the clear blue sky she said, "I've been thinking about that thing that you always wanted to do. I'll be willing to try it once if it means that much to you." At first I didn't know what she was talking about. I must have had a confused look on my face. She looked around to be sure that we were alone, then leaned over and whispered into my ear: "You know, having sex in my butt." Talk about miracle cures! I immediately felt two hundred percent better and wanted to be sent home "right now!" It took another day and a half before the doctor felt "comfortable" in letting me go home. Why did I have to stay in the hospital to make him feel comfortable? They let me go on a Thursday just after lunch. I tried to act cool and not bring up the subject of anal sex too soon. After dinner it was soon enough. I thanked her for her consideration in the matter and we actually discussed the subject calmly and rationally. I had a raging hard-on the whole time. We decided to make a date for it. We thought it through and decided to go on a private weekend to Atlantic City. We would get a nice room at one of the casinos, have a nice dinner, catch a show, do a little gambling and then fuck her ass. Barb and I looked at the calendar and picked a weekend about four weeks out. She told me that she would leave all the details to me and she meant "all the details." I promised her that I would make it a memorable and pleasant event for the both of us. Before the weekend arrived I made a few strategic purchases. I bought a big tube of Astroglide, a Fleet mineral oil enema and a tube of preparation-H (in case she was a little sore the next morning). I booked a room at the Taj-Mahal and made dinner reservations at the same place in the Scheherazade restaurant. We would check in early in the afternoon. During the afternoon I planned to walk on the boardwalk, explore some of the other casinos and generally relax. Since they have a pool and health spa with a heated indoor pool, I figured on spending the late afternoon in the water. Around six, we would retire to our room and prepare for dinner at seven thirty to be followed by the nine PM comedy show. I budgeted two hundred dollars for each of us to gamble with. I know that Barb really likes the slot machines and I prefer Blackjack. I figured the money would last about an hour, so, with any luck, I'd be entering paradise sometime around one in the morning - Eastern Daylight Buttfucking Time. I reviewed my itinerary with Barb (leaving out the time zone reference). She approved. I was so excited that I had trouble concentrating on work, our son, television and our regular sex life. We had four weeks to go - no letting up now. We did our normal things until the weekend finally arrived. I was ready to go at seven thirty on Saturday morning. Barbara reminded me that it was about a two-hour drive to Atlantic City. She suggested that we leave around eleven thirty at the earliest and that noon sounded more like it. Noon it was! I dropped our son off at one of his friends' house for the night. They were going to the movies and I was to pick him up again Sunday afternoon. Everything was working out. I put our bags with my 'strategic supplies' in the car. I checked on them about every hour until it was time to go. The ride down was uneventful except for Barbara's frequent reminders to me to keep it under the speed of sound. "We don't want to ruin this weekend by getting a ticket, do we? " Valet parking is great but when the bellhop grabbed the suitcase that contained my 'strategic supplies' I got a funny feeling that he would loose it, or misdeliver it, or let it fall open right there in the lobby. Nothing bad happened and we found ourselves in our room just before two thirty. We only stayed long enough to put our things away and then we went out for the tour of the 'Boards'. We walked down as far as Ballys Park Place. Looked at all the sights and arrived back at our room at about five. We quickly changed into our bathing suits (I had a hard time keeping my hands off her then), donned our 'terry cloth' robes and went down to the pool. I kept us pretty much to schedule and we found ourselves seated for dinner right at seven thirty. The dinner was magnificent. So was the bill. We went in to the show, it was funny - a little raunchy - but funny. When it was over we went out to the gambling floor. I purchased four hundred dollars worth of chips (fives and tens). When I offered half to Barbara, she made me take hers back and get one-dollar coins so that she could play the slots. I told her that I would be at the Blackjack tables and we agreed to look for each other when the money ran out. Talk about a disincentive to win - the faster that I could lose the money the quicker I would be on my way up you-know-where. My luck held true to form and I was out of chips just after midnight. I walked through the Slot area and spotted Barb sitting on a stool in front of a big brightly lit slot machine. There was one lady sitting next to her of about the same age and size. They looked like a matched set. I walked up to them, nodded to the stranger and kissed Barb on the side of her neck. I also looked straight down - not at her tits - but at the big paper cup that she was holding on her lap. The damned thing was almost completely full of dollar coins. She hadn't lost anything and in fact, it looked like she was up on the night. I cautiously ran my hand across her butt while she was still on the stool. I don't think that the other lady saw me; I don't think that Barbara even noticed. She just kept slamming the coins into the machine, pushing some buttons faster than I could follow her hands and every once in a while a bunch of coins would tumble out the bottom. The level in the cup remained about constant over the next hour and ten minutes. It was now about a quarter past one and we (I) was behind schedule. (No pun intended). Her husband finally retrieved the other lady, and we were left alone. After a few minutes Barb turned and looked me straight in the eye. She said, "Do you want to quit while we are ahead or should I keep on playing?" She read my eyes and my body language. She said, "these coins will keep until tomorrow, but you might not. Lets take our winnings upstairs and celebrate." I grabbed her by the hand and started looking for an elevator. I found one and it seemed that it was the slowest elevator in North America. We finally arrived at our room and I nervously opened the door. Before she went in, Barb turned to me and said, "welcome to your special night, I love you and I want you to know that I want to give you this special treat." I almost fainted. We went into the room; she turned on the light in the bathroom and closed the door so that only a crack of light entered the otherwise unlit bedroom. You could see but it wasn't bright, it was just right. She said, "OK, it's your lead - tell me what to do." I told her to just stand there by the bed. I kissed her long and hard (just like me at that moment). I slowly undressed her and when she was naked I sat her on the bed. I undressed myself in a hurry and joined her on the bed for some more hugging and kissing. I said, "are you ready?" "Yes" was all she said. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her belly and her pussy. I had her lay back and open her legs for me. I went down on that beautiful bush and found her clit right away. I could tell from the heat and the aroma that she was already excited. I continued working my tongue on her button while I slid my hands under her ass cheeks. She brought her legs up against the side of my head and began to buck against my face. She came with a shudder. I kept at my tongue work on her clit while she recovered. I lightened up a little bit but resumed with full vigor when I sensed that she was ready to chase another orgasm. The second one was bigger than the first and she rolled onto her side as the spasms eased off. I rolled back and told her to lie on her tummy. "We've got to do a little housekeeping before we can go any further", I said. She didn't say anything and I think that she understood what was about to happen next. She reached up to the top pf the bed and pulled two pillows out from under the covers. She pulled them down to her and put them under her hips as she lay back down on her stomach. Wow, what a sight. I gently separated her butt cheeks and applied a generous dab of Astroglide to her starfish. She didn't say a word but I thought that I could feel her push back a little against my finger. I uncapped the mineral oil enema and inserted it as slowly and gently as I could. I detected a little squirm but there was no objection - so I started to squeeze the oil into her. This went pretty quick and I pulled the tip out of her and dropped the bottle to the floor. I said, "I know what to do while we're waiting for this to work." I rolled her off the pillows onto her back and dove down on her pussy again. I quickly found where I had been and as I started to lick and suck her clit again I slipped my hands back under her. This time, however, I put the middle finger of my right hand against her rosebud and gently pushed it in up to the first knuckle. Again no protest, in fact she started to let out a soft low moan that sounded like pleasure and not like pain. In almost no time she had her legs wrapped tightly around my head and was bucking like I had never seen before. Barbara came with a little squeal of pleasure. This one lasted longer than the last one and when it was over I could feel her entire body relax. She spoke very softly and said, "it's working, I have to go now". I rolled off of her and she got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear the water running and when she returned to me I could tell that she had washed herself up a little. She resumed her position face down on top of the pillows. I took a position along side of her and rubbed her back and shoulders for a few minutes. I took the Astroglide and put a generous amount in between the crack of her butt. I rubbed it around with my hand and eventually was able to insert first one than two fingers into her. With my other hand, I squeezed a big wad of the stuff onto my rock hard cock and spread it around as well as I could. It was the moment that I had dreamed of. I knelt behind her in between her legs. I reached down and lifted her by the hips until she was kneeling in front of me. I moved up against her and slid my cock around until I found the soft spot. Not wanting to hurt her, I pushed as slowly and gently as I could. I was going nowhere until suddenly the head of my cock just popped into her. I had made it! I continued to push until about two thirds of my cock was buried in her. I said, "are you OK?" she just moaned - again not a painful moan but a pleasure moan. I took this as a good sign and I began to move in and out. After about three pushes I could tell that I was all the way in. I was ramming it into her up to the hilt. I cannot describe how good this felt both physically and emotionally. I had waited twenty-one years to get here. She was now pushing back against me as I thrust forward. I reached around under her and started to rub her clit. She pulled my hand away and said, 'this one is yours baby, go for it." I pushed in and leaned forward allowing her to resume her position supported by the pillows. Once we got to this position I could tell that it wasn't going to last much longer. My thrusts became more urgent and I managed to blurt out, "here I come baby" as my balls unloaded into her like some kind of army cannon. I have never had an orgasm like that one before or after in my entire life. It felt like I was pumping every available drop of moisture in my body up her butt. As the throbbing subsided I rolled to my side pulling her with me. We lay like spoons for a while until my erection was gone and I slipped out of her. We lay there for another short time until she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and I figured that she was cleaning up again. When she returned she had a warm wet washcloth in her hand and she proceeded to wash my dick with it. She never said a word but when she was done she dropped the washcloth to the floor, pulled up the covers and snuggled against me in the spoons position. I was totally spent. I couldn't move. I fell into a deep sleep and I don't think that I even moved at all until I awoke at around nine o'clock. Barbara was in the shower and when she came into the bedroom she was wrapped in a one of the terry cloth robes. "Why don't you call room service for some breakfast," she said. "Done," I replied and put in our order. Barbara clicked on the television and started to get dressed. I said, "Are you OK?" She said, "Yes, I'm so much OK that I'm damned near perfect." I showed her the tube of preparation-H that I had brought but she just waived her hand in dismissal. "I told you that I'm OK," she said. I was dressed before the breakfast arrived. We ate a hearty breakfast, packed our belongings and were checked out and were on our way home by eleven o'clock. We rode towards home in relative silence. We made some small talk but Barb seemed a little quiet this morning. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and I said, "how was it for you?" She said: "It wasn't that bad, in fact - the next time you almost die - we can do it again."