1 comments/ 122053 views/ 1 favorites Garage Sale Ch. 01 By: Grey Beard Ever since my ex-wife moved out of the house (I got the house and the dog and she got almost everything else) I have been going to garage sales. It is a great way to rebuild, and an even better way to meet people. One Thursday, I had an unexpected day off, so I stopped at a house, just a couple blocks from my own, with a Garage Sale sign out front. I found a few kitchen items, and handed the money to the two attractive women sitting at a card table. They appeared to be in their early 40's and one spotted the white band on my otherwise tanned left hand. The blue-eyed blonde smiled and said to her brown-eyed friend " Hmmm... looks like someone is starting over ". I had just turned 58, and a woman in her 40's is mature enough to be interesting and still young enough to be exciting, so I said " yes, but I am learning that being pleasantly single again does require learning a few new tricks and finding ways to replace old habits. " In that half-darkened garage, those brown eyes just locked on to mine and after an awkward silence, I heard her say, " it always goes better if you have a teacher." That was when I noticed that her left hand was also bare. Then she blushed, and her friend said " Susan, maybe the gentlemen would be interested in some of the furniture that we didn't have time to haul out into the garage. " Then her friend smiled and added " take your time, if you are not back by 5, I'll just lock up Thinking that this might be an opportunity that does not happen very often, I said " well, yes, I did lose about half of the furniture in the settlement." A few more people had arrived and Susan said " follow the walk around the side of the house, and I'll meet you at the front door. No sooner had I gotten inside than she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and our lips met, our mouths opened and our tongues danced. When we game up for air, she whispered " I think there is a bed in the guestroom that might interest you." She took my hand and led me down the hall, and said. " When our son started playing the drums, we sound proofed the walls and put in triple pane windows. We won't disturb anyone back here. " We kissed again behind the locked door and then she broke free, pulled up her skirt, and hooked her thumbs on the waist band of her panties and fell back on the bed. She purred " we can play later... I want you inside me NOW. " When she raised her legs straight up and her panties were nearly to her knees, I saw the shaved lips of her vagina, right above the brown eye. They were beautifully framed by the heart shaped globes of her thighs that extended up to her delicately curved legs. I kicked off my shoes, and clawed at the button on my shorts. Barely before the shorts had hit the floor, I was on top of her and sunk my shaft into the hot chamber that had been loosened by several childbirths. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we began to thrust at each other. After several minutes, we both knew that this fit of lust was going to stop before the whistles blew and the earth moved. Her vagina had opened to accommodate my average sized penis and then a little more, so the nerves in my lower back were more alive than those on my shaft. Her juices had not begun to flow, and I could tell that she was feeling pain too. Neither of us wanted to be the first to stop, but finally she said " ouch... the buckle on my skirt is digging in to my tummy... Can we stop a moment". I rolled off of her and said " how about a shower". We undressed and then under the warm spray we started to explore each other's body. I sucked on her brown nipples while my hands fondled her butt. When my soapy finger started to enter her puckered brown eye, she raked her fingernails across my back and bit my ear lobe. We managed to get out of the shower, but then I picked her up and put her butt in the sink. She whispered " not here honey, the bed is more comfortable, and I might need to scream before this is over ". After a mutual caressing with fluffy towels, we dashed back down the hall and behind the locked door. I laid her down, and starting with her forehead, I slowly kissed my way down her body stopping again, at her brown nipples, and then slowly on my path to the sweet spot between her legs. She pulled her knees up, and I stated to lick the sensitive spot between the vagina and the rectum. A loud growl came out of her mouth and although the was now clamping my ears between her thighs, I heard her say " Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be the teacher ". I gently parted her knees, and said " just relax, you will get your turn ". I went back to sliding my tongue upwards, parting her lips so I could enter the opening, and then farther up until I met face to face with the little man in the boat. I sucked, and licked, and listened until her panting gave way to growls. I probed by finger deep into the love tunnel, and just as she started to buck, I slipped a wet finger into the brown eye. I am not sure if the scream was a loud as the sounds of the drums that room was designed to contain, but for a moment I prayed that no one was calling the police. When she relaxed again, I noticed that the lips had puffed up and that her opening was now dripping with sweet smelling goop that reminded me of anchovies, only milder. She sat up, and said " get over here, it is my turn." As I lay on my back, she found that spot just above my brown eye, and she drew lazy circles around it with just the tip of here little finger while the rest of her hand fondled my balls. I looked down, and said " as long as you are down there, you might notice a couple scars where the peter plumber went in to disconnect my sperm ducts ". She said " I was wondering about that earlier but at the moment it did not seem important enough to stop and ask. Is there anything else I need to know?" "No" I said, " I was with the same woman for 30 years and have been very careful ever since. And you?? " She had inhaled my penis into her mouth, so all I heard was " same here ". After a few moments of sucking and licking that just about sent me over the edge, I gently lifted her head and said " I think we have a winning combination.. A hard shaft and a wet tight pussy.. about time to try again". Susan just smiled and got up. She put one knee on each side of my hips and with a firm grip on my shaft, she slowly impaled herself. I pulled her forward enough to suck her breast, and then reached down to gently cup those rounded globes that I had seen for the first time no more than a hour ago. She started to rock back and forth on her knees, and although I tried to be still, I could not prevent myself from meeting her thrust for thrust. This time, her grip on my shaft was tighter than I would have dared if I were using my hand. Her juices kept flowing and the short but oh so wonderful trip up and down my shaft was bringing a mixture of pleasure and pain that I had not experienced in many months. The pressure started to grow deep in my pelvis and slowly I could feel the semen traveling up and finally after a few involuntary jerks out into the dark warm world that would be called Susan's Place of Pleasure. My head buzzed, and when she saw that I had finished, she fell forward on my chest. If this was just a story, I could say that we both came at the same time. But the truth is almost as good because although my penis was out of the game, she was still grinding her mound against my pelvic bone. As soon as her body started to shake, I slipped a finger into her brown eye and turned my head just as she screamed into my ear again. We lay in each others arms for awhile, and then after a long kiss, we dressed and Susan went out the back door as I went out the front. Not until I got home did I realize that I had left the kitchen items I had bought on that card table. The next morning, on the way to work I stopped at the house and was shocked to see a moving van being loaded. When I got out of my car, Susan's friend, the blue eyed blonde, came out of the house next door and waved to me. I said " what's going on, is Susan here?" She smiled and said " Hi. My name is Carol, Susan left this morning for the Philippines." Carol went on to explain that after Susan's divorce, she decided to sell the house and volunteer at a mission school for a year. Most of her stuff will go into storage, but they decided to arrange a garage sale in hopes that they might find someone to give her a nice send off. Then Carol smiled and said " You were my going away gift to Susan, but I am glad you came back, because she told me what happened, and now I am a little jealous. Got time for a cup of coffee?" That was when I noticed that Carol's fingers were also bare... But that is another story. Garage Sale Ch. 02 On my way to work, I stopped at the house where just the day before, I had been treated to what I had thought was spontaneous sex with a woman who was holding a garage sale. Now she was gone and there was a furniture moving van in the driveway. Her friend, Carol, who lived next door, invited me in for coffee and told me that I had actually been "selected " as part of a going away gift. "Now let me get this straight, you let a stranger take your friend into a sound proof bedroom so she could have one last sexual fling before going to a mission school in the Philippines." Carol smiled and said " you were hardly a stranger. We saw you get out of your car, and I pulled up your vehicle registration on my laptop before you reached the first table. My ex-husband, who was an insurance investigator, taught me how to do that. I also pulled your credit report, and checked for recent HIV blood work in your medical records. We learned that your Daughter was listed as next of kin, so we guessed that you were not married. She paused and said " what we did not find out was if you were in a serious relationship." I looked into those bright blue eyes, shook my head and said " No, after 30 years, I thought that I needed a little time to myself. I don't want to start any relationship that means I have to remember a woman's birthday. But I must admit that yesterday did remind me of what I am giving up." Carol blushed a little and leaned over to pour me a second cup of coffee. Her open necked blouse gave me just a flash of her smallish breasts topped with erect pink nipples. she said " I also searched your name on the web, and see that you are a very creative cook." She gave me one of those impish smiles and said " do you have time to give me a few lesions and make us breakfast." I wondered if she had found my erotic short stories, but there was no time for that this morning. " Sure " I said, " what can I teach you, in the kitchen." We rummaged around in the refrigerator and settled on a Denver Omelet. After we got things ready, Carol said that she was never able to get the eggs to fold over just right. So, I stood behind her and reached around to guide her hands so she could experience just the right moment when she should slide the eggs on the plate and tip the pan over. That was when she leaned back and ground her little butt into my crotch, and said " do you want to teach me anything else this morning." " No" I said, " we aren't going to waste a good omelet." I saw her reflection in the kitchen window making a pout that would melt the heart of any man. She said " you didn't make Susan wait." "That's right" I said, " and if she told you the whole story, you know that we had to stop half way and wait until our bodies caught up with our minds. Besides I have a meeting with my boss at 10." Not wanting to pass up another opportunity, I kissed her on the neck and said " would you like me to make you dinner." She smiled and purred " My place or yours" I told her that it would have to be her place, because my daughter was home from college. Carol said " my kids are spending the summer with their father. I'll pick up a couple nice steaks. How about coming over a little early so you can, ahhh... help me start a fire." Yesterday's adventure with Susan was, at least for me totally unexpected, but now I had a whole day to think about Carol, and ponder what I might be getting myself into. There had been a few offers since the divorce but I was reluctant, not wanting to run the risk of challenging my new status as pleasantly single. Those thoughts kept popping into my head all afternoon, but at least that was better than worrying about how this old but healthy body was going to stand up to the desires of a woman 15 years younger than me. Geese... I got low back pain just from cutting the lawn. I called my daughter from work and told her that I had a date and would be home late. "Hey Dad, have fun but you better check her ID." We had a long talk after her mother moved out and she agreed that it would be nice to know that there was someone around to keep me company, but she did not want another sister. So, we settled on a formula of her age, plus 18 years. Carol opened the front door and after she took the bottle of wine and grocery sack out of my hands, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a warm, but restrained kiss. I looked deeply into those bright blue eyes and said " if you have changed your mind." She quickly said " No, and I hoped you haven't either, but let's have dinner first and get to know each other." Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing a plaid skirt and a starched white blouse that seemed refreshingly feminine after spending all day in an office full of women wearing pants. I sprayed some newspaper with cooking oil and lit it under a grill full of charcoal, and set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes, then she took me by the hand to show me around the house. We got as far as the living room, when Carol suddenly turned around and warped her arms around me. Almost in a mumble, as she pushed her face into my chest, she said " Bob, I know what happened the first time with Susan, but I have thinking about this all day, and I have already changed my panties three times... can't we just.." The mixture of sweet essence from her perfume, and the slightly pungent smell coming from under her skirt had proved her point and that was too much to resist. I spun her around, bent her over the back of the couch, and lifted her skirt. Just as I clawed at my belt, a condom fell out of the pocket of her skirt. She looked down, then blushed as she looked over her shoulder and said " please put that on before we get too far." While I fumbled with the foil package, she started to reach back to pull down her panties, but I said " no, let me do that." I lowered them to her knees, and something triggered a memory that reminded me of my very first time, and that thought was enough to cause an erection that equaled yesterday's encounter with Susan. I reached out and gently fondled the creamy white cheeks of her butt, and was greeted first by her tightly closed anus, and then the completely shaved folds of her vaginal lips. I bent forward and kissed the small depression at base of her spine, and then I sank to my knees, while leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites on her cheeks. Next, I just let the tip of my tongue touch her little pink pucker. Carol jumped a bit and then purred " hey that tickles, but go ahead. I was in the shower no more than ten minutes before you arrived and I made sure that I was very clean." I took a deep breath and said " So Susan told you about that too." " Yes she did" Carol murmured, " and I almost came just thinking about it, but I need to be more relaxed before you will be able go any deeper." I continued kissing my way across her vaginal lips and when I got to her clitoris, I sucked it into my mouth and teased it with my tongue while my beard brushed against her soft inner thighs. Suddenly she started bucking and I had to wrap my arms around her legs to hold on. " Oh God.. I need you inside me now " she wailed. I stood up and with one thrust, my penis was buried deep inside her hot and surprising tight love tunnel. Carol's butt was plastered up against my tummy and when I tried to pull out for another thrust, she pushed back. We stood like that for almost a minute like two teenagers not knowing what to do next. I smiled and said " Ok, my dear, I am inside, but If we don't get going, the fire is going to go out." She started to giggle, and said " Ok, you can lead now, and I'll hang on for the ride." I started to slowly pull out almost until I could see the head of my penis and then as I moved forward it was sucked back in again and again. Just as the ache in my groin was starting to turn to pain, she wiggled her hips and all to quickly I filled my condom. I pulled out for the last time and we both fell into the couch. We were cuddling, catching our breath, when she reached down and peeled the wet latex sheath off of my limp penis. "Didn't Susan tell you that I had a vasectomy?" Carol smiled, gave me a gentle peck on the lips and said " yes she did, but after I read your erotic short story on the web about your first time with Sandy, I thought the rubber might help bring back some pleasant memories. Besides, I didn't want this stuff running down my leg while I was enjoying dinner." I was about to give her a playful slap on her butt, when the kitchen timer went off. The coals glowed and were covered with a nice grey ash. Carol gave me a little peck on the lips and said " the same color as you beard and almost as hot." I covered the steaks in salt, pepper, and a little olive oil and set them aside while I got the thick onions slices and corn still in the husk roasting on the grill. The meat was on and off again in about the time it took me to make a Caesar Salad. We couldn't find the steak sauce, but she squealed with delight when I made some with equal parts of catsup, honey and horseradish. Carol poured the wine and we sat and shared our life stories over our meal on the patio. While I cleared the dishes, Carol hacked into the Philippine Boarder Protection Service's computer system to confirm that her friend had arrived in Manila. We continued to talk as we stood out in the back yard with our arms around each other watching the setting sun turn the sky into a blaze of blood red. She was a Nurse and thought that learning to cook would give her a chance to forget her stress filled days, and I was a lawyer who wanted to learn her computer skills. When the yard turned dark, and the stars started to glow brightly, she said " maybe we should finish the tour of the house." When we walked past the master bedroom door, I started to get aroused, but Carol had other ideas. Down at the end of the hall was an exercise room filled with equipment, a large mat, lounge chairs and a whirlpool sunk into the floor. The ceiling was opened to a large clear dome. She turned all the lights off except for those in the pool, and we slowly undressed each other standing in the room bathed in the light of the moon and millions of stars. I unbuttoned her blouse and was greeted by bare breasts that in spite of her age still stood firm. While my mouth was inhaling her nipples, she reach down to loosen my pants and then dug her finger nails into my butt. I yelled " ouch " and she giggled, She pulled her breast free, slid to her knees and wrapped her warm lips around my penis while I stood there with my pants pooled around my ankles. After a few licks, she said " hmmm... you are getting pretty salty. " She pointed to another door and said " shower is right through there." We stood under the warm spray and explored each others body both with our hands and our mouths. After covering each other with mounds of soft soap suds, we rinsed and slipped into the warm swirling water of the whirlpool. We kissed, we fondled, and then I gently rolled her over and positioned her straddling one of the water jets. When she started to ride that stream of bubbles, her butt came out of the water, and I spread her cheeks to gaze at her puckered anus. The flow over her clitoris was starting to send her over the edge, but when I probed the tight brown opening with my finger, she looked over her shoulder and said " KY Jelly on the table." The stuff is water soluble, so I had to stand to keep my lubricated penis dry, while I bent over and licked that sweet pucker until she started to moan. Then first one finger with goop, then two fingers pumping in and out, and finally when the sphincter relaxed, I put the head of my penis at her opening and pushed my way in. She slid her body forward on to the deck of the whirlpool, and I braced my hands on each side and started to pump. Apparently she had done this before, either with a partner or a dildo because she relaxed her grip and started to push back meeting my thrusts. But when she started to convulse, ripples of power ran through her rectum and I felt like a million little fingers were running up and down my shaft. That was enough to send me over the edge and for the first time in many years, I could say that my partner and I both came at the same time. We lay there for awhile, half in and half out of the water. Carol was on her tummy, and I snuggled up next to her, kissing her neck and stroking her butt. Pools of sweat were starting to form on our backs, so once again it was off to the shower. Afterwards dressed in terry cloth bathrobes, we gathered our clothes and walked hand in hand down the hall to the master bedroom. We slipped under the cool cotton sheets and after some more mutual fondling, Carol was ready to go again, but I needed a little extra help. She started by kissing my forehead and then left a trail of wet spots down my body and finally sucked my penis deep into her mouth. I said " if you swing your legs over my face we can do this together" She just looked up and said " you have been meeting my needs all night long, now just lay back and enjoy yourself." And that is just what I did as Carol kissed her way down one side, across my scrotum, and then up the other side. Again, my penis disappeared between those soft but powerful lips, and she seemed to visit each and every nerve on a one to one basis. She did not come up for air except once when she asked me to push my knees up. She seemed to sense that the flow of semen was starting to make a mad dash through my plumbing, and she reached between her legs and thrust her finger into her love tunnel for lubrication and then into my brown eye. She was stroking my prostrate gland when I squirted the third load of the day into her mouth. She crawled up next to my ear and whispered, " you have had a busy day, my dear, why don't you take a little nap while I make us a snack." It was still only midnight when I opened my eyes and saw Carol still naked, sitting next to me with her lap top between her knees. Next to the bed was a bottle of wine in an ice bucket and a plate of bagels covered in garlic flavored cream cheese. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, and said " hi, sleepy head, are you hungry?" We shared the wine, ate the bagels and then I pulled her down and climbed between her legs for one last slow but totally satisfying journey into what was once called sex, but now could be called making love. We lay together for awhile, and finally I said " I guess I better get home before my daughter starts to worry. " She started to pout again, but broke into a big smile when I whispered. " When is your birthday?" Garage Sale Ch. 03 I climbed out of the car and looked at the reflection in the windshield of a tall man with a grey beard holding a grocery bag of garden tomatoes. And then I paused and looked next door at the two-car garage where just over two years ago I had met a brown-eyed women named Susan at a garage sale. That afternoon, we made love just once, before she flew to the Philippines. The next day, Carol, her neighbor invited me in for coffee and explained that I had been selected, at the garage sale, to be Susan's final fling before going off to a mission school. Carol and I spent the afternoon together, then most of the night, and we have been close friends and lovers ever since. I quietly slipped through the gate into a secluded back yard, walked softly past the lounge chair on the deck and opened the back door to Carol's house. I am a lawyer who just turned 60, and Carol is still in her mid 40's, happy in her job as a Nursing Supervisor. My wife left me years ago, and my children are grown. Her teenage children live with their father in London. We spend three or four nights a week in each other's bed, although sometimes it is just cuddling. But we are either too stubborn or maybe too scared to consider moving in together, let alone getting married. Carol was standing at the Kitchen Island with her back to me. So I quietly set the bag down put my arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She purred when I kissed her, but let out a loud yelp when I playfully patted her butt. All she was wearing was one of my old white shirts, over small but perky bare breasts and lifting the shirttail revealed that her naked cheeks were so burned that the red color of her twin heart tattoo had all but disappeared. "Oh oh, looks like someone fell asleep in the sun again" Carol turned around and with a pout on her face said " I bought a new swimsuit that was smaller then the old one, and I was trying to erase the old tan lines." I took another look at her two small but shapely globes, and finally seeing a thin white line across her back, said " maybe a thong, but hardly a suit." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said " well I bought it for you, and now you can do something for me." Carol handed me a small bowl of white goop. When she saw my sour expression, she explained that it was a mixture of zinc oxide and vinegar that will sooth the pain and restore the Ph balance of the raw skin. She added a little wintergreen to improve the smell. Carol smiled and pointed at the middle cushion of the couch and said, " Now would you please stop being so judgmental. Just sit down, and gently rub this stuff on my butt." Complaining about the heat, she took off the shirt, and lay across my lap. It is almost impossible to fondle the hot butt of a naked woman and maintain the professional demure of a health care provider. But I tried, starting at the high point of each cheek, and slowly spreading the white stuff down the sides and then the length of her legs. Carol started to purr while I slowly and gently rubbed the red skin. When Carol spread her legs apart so that I could cover the inside of her thighs, the compassion in my heart started to lose ground to more basic desires. The tips of my fingers slipped between her cheeks and brushed against the tender area between the lips of her vulva and her brown eye. She propped herself up on the elbows and looked over her shoulder at me. I continued moving them down until they rested just slightly within the lips. Despite that scowl on her face and shaking of the head, there was no doubt that my fingertips were wet, and her purring was getting louder. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable and when she complained that something was poking her tummy, I exclaimed "Oh", while trying to keep the smirk off my face," Do you think that you are the only one that is getting excited by this medical procedure." She laid her head back down on the cushion and sighed as she said " yes, I remember your stories about playing doctor. OK, when you are done and if you do a good job, I'll try to take care of that unprofessional bulge in your lap." I gently pushed the tips of my two middle fingers in between her lips, just past the first knuckles. Then I pulled them out until I could see the fingernails. Carol's breathing started to get louder and kept pace as I pushed and then pulled back. The outer lips of the vulva started to swell, and the lubricant started to flow. Finally, after Carol started to pant, I pushed the two fingers all the way in and with my thumb, I gently caressed her brown eye. Carol got up on one elbow, looked over her shoulder at me. And let out a loud fart! OK, in the past, we have enjoyed anal sex together on a few memorable occasions, but I did not need to be told that this was not going to be one of them. When I rotated my hand so that it was palm down, she smiled and laid her head back down on the cushion. When I started gently drumming my fingertips in that warm and slowly expanding pleasure cave, Carol clenched her legs together and groaned, followed by a plea. "Please Bob, have mercy. That is my poor bulging bladder you are shaking, and if you don't want to get really wet, you had better stop." I gave it a couple more thumps, and then curled my fingers a bit and slowly dragged them back until I found the rough patch of skin that Carol had taught me to find. She relaxed her legs and spread them a little wider so that I could continue to massage what she called her G-Spot. My thumb was now hanging downward, so; I was in just the right position to caress her clit at the same time my fingers were pumping in and out. Hitting both hot spots at the same time was turning a normally cool and calm lady into a sweating, panting, moaning, moving body of flesh. When I slipped my free hand between the cushion and her breast and tugged at her nipple, it was all over. Suddenly, her whole body stiffened, and started to convulse as she buried her head into the cushion and screamed, "Oh My God, Bob if you had done that to me the first night, I would have chained you to the bed frame." She just lay, across my lap panting and the bright red rash that had crept down from the nape of her neck to just above her waist was starting to fade. Slowly she got up on her elbows, looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. " Don't worry, love, I have not forgotten our bargain, but first I have to empty my bladder, that you so cruelly played with." By the time she had returned from the bathroom, I had taken off my clothes and my penis was making an attempt to stand ready for Carol's attention. She had just started to lift her leg so that she could sit on my lap, when she looked down. There was just a very quick flash of concern on her face, but her years of experience as a nurse must have kicked in and apparently she was determined not to embarrass me. Carol threw a pillow on the floor between my feet, and kneeled in front of my semi-erect penis. She gave the head a little kiss, and said " Hey sleepy head, rise and shine, the fun has just begun." I could have accepted the pass, but my years of experience as a trial lawyer told me that the obvious but unspoken truth could hang very heavy, so I broke the ice. I gave my nearly stiff penis a little pat, offered a mock pout and said. " I have an appointment to see Doctor Dalquist Tuesday." Her reply was "you mean the Peter Plumber that did your vasectomy." "Yes sweetheart, the same guy that made it safe for me to have fun, 25 years ago, is going to fix things so that I can keep doing it for another 25." Then just to make sure that the tone did not turn somber again, I said " Peter Plumber. Is really that what they call the Urologist." We were both laughing now and she shoot back, " well it makes sense, but you really don't want to know what we call our Proctologist. " When I reached out to caress her beautiful breasts, she smiled, and said " Just shut your eyes and relax, and I'll prove to you that you aren't the only one around here that has dancing fingers." " What? I don't get to watch" " Bob", she purred, " You were very kind to me, and your extra special treatment was mind blowing, but now it is my turn. This is all about you. You can watch if you want, but I think you will enjoy it more if you don't exactly know what I am going to do next." "Ok, I am willing to do that. But will you tell what is going on, if I ask." Carol giggled a little and said " maybe" So there I was, my head flopped back on the back of the couch, my eyes closed and I could feel the warmth of Carol presence between my legs. The first sensation was feeling the point of her wet tongue on the sensitive spot just above my rectum. I could feel the tongue very slowly start the now familiar journey up the mid-line of my scrotum and the predictable tightening of the skin around my balls. We had done this many times, so I has not surprised to feel her continue up the bottom side of my penis and stop at the small V at the base of the head. The tongue did take a quick slurp, all the way around the base of my circumcised bulb, but just as I was expecting "the lover's kiss" on the head, she blew a quick puff of warm breath right into the hole, and then she was gone. Without opening my eyes, I said "what? That's it." She just giggled again and said "Of course not, silly. Just be patient, while I get something off the table." I heard a scraping noise and then I felt a little pressure on my brown eye. It did not feel like she was rubbing across the pucker, but rather that she was getting ready to push in. Carol has been a nurse for many years so I was confident that she would not hurt me, and I tried to relax and let her in. When I felt an unfamiliar cooling sensation, I asked, "what is that?" "That is the stuff you rubbed on my butt. The cool feeling comes from the Wintergreen. If you are uncomfortable, let me know now so I can find the KY Jelly." She paused a moment and then said "on second thought maybe I better use the jelly anyways, since I was going to massage your prostrate. Do you want it au natural or with a glove." I opened one eye and sighed," and what would you expect your students to do?" Carol just grinned and said, "Smart Ass. Now you are going to just wait and see how long it takes for me to get back." She threw the shirt over my naked body and I heard her get up and walk out of the room. I really was not sure if the smart ass crack was a complaint or a complement, but after all, it was my ass that was about to be poked. However; there was no doubt that the playful sex between close friends today was a lot different, and more enjoyable, then the power lust that started this relationship two years ago. I was just starting to doze off, when I heard soft footsteps. I felt my body being uncovered, and when I looked down through the slits of my half closed eyes, it was obvious that the rest of me was sound asleep. I could also see Carol's warm smile of compassion quickly turn into a mischievous grin. Clearly she was not ready to give up on me, or be denied the opportunity to have some fun. She knelt down again between my legs and kissed the head of my flaccid penis and said, "hey, sleepy head, I have a promise to keep." I shut my eyes again and laid my head back. Once again the warm tongue tickled the base of my scrotum and slowly traveled up the mid line and then on to the penis itself. Up the back side, slowly, ever so slowly over the top of a now more erect sexual organ, and down the other side. I heard the snap as Carol put on the latex glove, and moments later I felt the cool KY Jelly being applied to my brown eye. Submitting to a prostate exam is an annual event at my age, so I just tried to relax and let her slim finger slide inside. I felt a little uncomfortable when she stated to massage that walnut sized gland, but it was obvious that my penis was responding. Hmmm, I thought maybe I wouldn't need the little blue pills after all, if I can convince Carol to make this part of the foreplay routine. Well, maybe not. I felt Carol's warm breath just above the head of my penis that was finally fully erect. When her lips slowly slipped down and over the flared edge, I could also feel my rectum clamp down on her finger. But just as quickly as the lips moved farther down the shaft, the muscle relaxed again. When she pulled back, and her lips came in contact with the edge, it happened again. And again, and again. Carol must have noticed the same thing, and when she curled her finger and pulled her knuckle past the sphincter muscle just as her lips hit the base of the head, a jolt went though my body that made my eyes pop open and I let out yelp. I thought to myself, now I understand what Anal Beads are all about. I saw that mischievous grin on her face and she said, "Oh, I think we have found a new game." Once she had gotten into a rhythm of pumping her knuckle back and forth while bobbing her head up and down, all I could do was groan and flop my head from side to side. But that game did not last much longer before I felt the pressure in my groan start to build, and my breathing turned into a pant. Soon afterwards that fuzzy feeling that started above my ears and traveled down through my body until suddenly my hips starts to buck. No doubt Carol could feel the constant spasms of my rectum on her finger, and she pulled back her head just before I let not one, but three squirts of semen that slowly flowed down the side and on to my tummy. I laid my head back on the couch and trembled. I could hear Carol taking off the glove, and I felt her softly rubbing a tissue across my skin. After a few moments, she climbed on to the couch and laid her head in my lap. We lay there for awhile and I gently stroked her face and looked into her blue eyes. Finally Carol quietly said " I got e-mail from Susan this morning. She married a doctor, and they are coming back here to live." I thought back to the day that I met Carol's close friend and neighbor, and for just a moment relived my role as her going away present. I gently stroked Carol's chin and said " the housing market is pretty tight right now, I hope they like apartment dwelling." Carol crawled out of my lap, kissed me gently on the lips and said " Oh, I thought maybe they would like to buy your house." And that, my friends, was the start of a very serious conversation. But that is another story.