Alabama Back Door Lover

As much as I love to get my pussy fucked, I adore getting screwed in the ass by my lover. The feeling of a stiff ten inches up my chute makes me perk, my asshole twitches and my mouth waters. My husband wouldn’t ever do that to me, so I had to find someone who would. I found David, the older brother of a friend of mine. I live with my husband and daughters in Northern Georgia; David lives in North Carolina and loves camping in the mountains.

Actually, it started quite by accident. David had stopped by to visit and my husband and I invited him to stay for dinner. Afterwards, my husband started drinking too much and by ten o’clock he was so wasted I put him to bed. David and I sat up, talking about the old neighborhood and our respective careers until after midnight.

He got up finally, saying he was tired. His pickup truck was in the driveway and he was going to sleep in the camper on the back of it. I got up and kissed him, probably with a little more feeling than just friendship. He was smiling and looked a bit surprised.

“Debbie, I wish you had kissed me like that years ago,” he said. He seemed a bit embarrassed.

“Why, David, did you have a crush on me?” He nodded. That’s when a wave of desire and affection, spurred by my husband’s shameful drunkenness overwhelmed me. I put my arms around his neck, pressed my body tightly to his, and rubbed my mound against his crotch. Again I kissed him, this time slipping my tongue between his easily parted lips and whipping it around inside his mouth. I felt movement in his crotch and pressed even harder against him.

“Let me look at that camper of yours,” I said. Even in the summers, nights in the Georgia mountain’s are cool, but I was so hot, I’m surprised steam wasn’t rising from my body as we walked outside. The full moon was bright and the only sounds were the whisper of the wind in the trees and the rush of water in the nearby stream. We got to the truck and I decided just to lay my cards on the table.

“David, how would you feel about fucking me in the ass?”

He was speechless, but he didn’t say no. I told him that I’d often fantasized about anal sex. As an emergency room nurse, I’d seen many people come in for treatment to have all sorts of objects removed from their rear passages. Several told me that it felt great to be fucked there and I wanted to find out for myself if it really was good.

When I sat on the truck’s gate and fumbled with his zipper he didn’t stop me. When his manhood popped out and waved in the moonlight, I gasped. It was the longest and thickest erection I’d ever seen in real life (I’ve since measured it at 10,” long by 6+” around.)

The heat radiating from that shaft seemed to burn the skin of my face. I grabbed that organ in my right hand and all I could say was, “Oh, God,” as I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of that steely rod. A drop of fluid seeped from the opening and I lapped it up and went for more. I squeezed and fondled his testicles for a moment then started tearing my own clothes off.

Inside the camper, David closed the curtains and locked the gate and turned on a small fluorescent light. “Put that thing in here first,” I urged, lying on my back and spreading my labia open for him. In moments his shaft was inside me and he was sucking my nipples. God, but what a wonderful feeling it was being screwed by such a large penis. But I wanted it elsewhere and made him stop and pull out of my puss before we got carried away.

“Gimme… gimme… gimme,” I begged, on my knees and waving my butt in the air. David rubbed saliva in and around my anus. I told him I’d had sex toys and even my finger up there, but nothing as thick and as long as that reamer he had.

“There’s always a first time for everything,” he said as he pressed the spongy head against my sphincter. “Do it,” I said. “Spike my ass, David.” His glans entered me and his length slowly, deliciously made its way inside. My colon was stretched as never before and it felt wonderful. Deeper he went, deeper than any of the sex toys I’d had there. “Do me, David! Oh god YESS!”

David reached beneath me and grabbed my small tits and rolled the hard nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. Faster and faster he slammed against my quaking cheeks. The truck rocked as we gave the shocks a real workout. The interior of that camper felt like a sauna and it reeked of sweaty sex. I hit my orgasm and my butt muscles clamped hard on David’s pistoning penis, causing it to shoot the thick sap of his deep into my bowels.

We fucked again before I hobbled back into the house, sore but satisfied. In the morning, David went to his favorite lakeside campsite and that night, while my husband thought I was over at my sister’s, I was up at the lake with David. Somehow we manage to get together once or twice a month and it’s special. Oh, I still love my husband. David gives me what my husband can’t: a long, solid piece of male meat up my dirt road.

My sister Becky knows I see David and sometimes gives me a good alibi, but on the condition that I give her all the juicy details. She is fascinated at my description of David’s organ and I’m sure that one of these days she’s going to ask for the chance to experience that big thing. Right now, though, she marvels that something so big can fit into a small hole, puss or ass. I’ve already loaned her a few of my anal toys.

I bet David would just love to nail both of us!