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Game Changer - A mans first anal orgasm

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I never thought a small detail like my bed being smaller than I'd like would snowball into one of the most earth-shattering experiences of my life, but that's how it happened. I was only home for one day between weeks of working out of town, and I was making the most of it with a marathon of pussy eating on my wife’s wonderfully bare cunt. My face was thoroughly soaked already from being buried in those slippery pink folds, and the taste and smell of her was intoxicating, the room filled with musk. Unfortunately, I was becoming distracted by my lower half hanging off the bottom of the bed and wanted to get more comfortable.

In an effort to get better settled, I wriggled myself under her right leg, her knee just under my left arm and my legs stretched up next to her towards the head of the bed. As I dove back to her sopping wet pussy, her hand began to wander over the curve of my thigh, lightly caressing my skin as she writhed and moaned at the efforts of my tongue. Predictably, as her fingertips played across my skin, I raised my knee, putting the flat of my foot on the mattress on the bed and spreading my legs to afford her easy access to my throbbing hard cock.

Few women in my life have ever been able to believe my claims about what gives me the most pleasure. Either my particular desires and quirks are truly unusual or I am just more willing than most to pay attention to things other than my cock. The fact is, I get more enjoyment from the feeling of a light fingertip touch along the hypersensitive skin of my scrotum than I do from a hand stroking the shaft of my dick. My entire scrotum is a fireworks display of nerves, with a light touch accomplishing more than a firm one. The underside of my cock is a hot spot, also, true...but even the tip of a skilled tongue along that tender spot pales in comparison to a light, teasing fingertip tracing the tightly wrinkled skin of my aroused balls. It took my wife years to truly believe this, but she now knows exactly how to push my buttons in the most effective manner, and she wasted no time in letting her fingers trace their magic path along the wonderfully sensitive flesh between my legs as I continued to explore the slippery wonderland of her pussy with my mouth. While I eagerly lapped up her juices with my eager tongue and lips, slurping hungry kisses on her labia, she tenderly drew curliques around the surface of my balls, before finally resting a fingertip right at the base of my cock and drawing a light but certain line down the perineal raphe dividing the halves of my scrotum and continuing down to my perineum.

I moaned in pleasure and anticipation. My wife knows that I crave anal penetration. She does, too, on occasion, but she is aware how much greater than hers my appetite is (only logical, since I have more pleasure receptors there than she does). I am a complete cock-slut when it comes to my ass, and I don’t know that there has been a time in the last several years when I have not eagerly offered my anus when she has offered to stimulate it. She doesn’t often take a strap-on to me, but when she does I come quickly and am left a contented and useless pile of jelly for some time. Much more often are the times when I mount one of my dildos to my lovely mannequin and ride it like the man I wish it was until I blow a violent load onto its plastic stomach, my legs and abs convulsing in violent climax. I cannot say enough how much I pity any man who refuses to allow himself the opportunity to experiment with the pleasure of anal stimulation, because ten out of ten of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had were while I had something in my ass. I have only been fucked by another man once, but it was a religious experience and I dearly hope to do it again someday. The mere thought of being bent over and grasped by the hips by a pair of masculine hands while a hard cock makes me its bitch gets me throbbing, and I desperately crave the opportunity to take a nice firm dick and test my deep throat skills until semen covers my face. I want to have a filthy, dirty fuckfest with a man or two and service cock with every limb and hole I have available, but reality has made that a challenge so I settle for having my ass played with by female lovers, and my wife was now giving me that treat.

Her caress of that tiny, precious piece of real estate between my balls and my asshole was an unspoken signal that I was about to get the treat of some anal play, and like any good ass slut, I eagerly maneuvered my legs to make my anus more available to her hand. At the same time, my efforts to worship her pussy were redoubled, as both my desire and my gratitude were doubled in an instant. At first, I tried to ignore the specifics of what she was doing. I focused on my mouth and her cunt and tried to just allow the wonderful sensations coming from my butt to be a part of the general bliss of the situation. When I felt a momentary twinge of disappointment as she stopped fingering my tender butthole, however, my attention snapped to just long enough to hear the slurping sound of her wetting a finger or two with her mouth, and I felt a dribble of precum leak from my dick. Now her probing, caressing ministrations were lubricated, and more easily breached the rim of my anus, slipping a fingertip in and back out with a slow, sensuous rhythm. For possibly the first time, I managed not to focus on the growing pleasure from my ass, and instead kept my attention on mouth-worshipping her pussy, while I let the fingering be part of a very pleasant gestalt rather than the laser focus of my attention.

This situation produced what I think was a first for me. Being a shameless butt slut, I tend to eagerly back up onto any efforts to penetrate my anus. If someone is trying to fuck my ass, I am trying to help them do it. Faster, more deeply, and impatiently in virtually every situation. For the first time, I remained passive, simply relaxing my ass (which does still, amazingly, sometimes require a conscious effort) and enjoying the sensations while being entirely at her mercy. This was aided by the fact that she was nearing orgasm and my attention was riveted on trying to make it a prolonged and powerful one. Being the architect of someone else’s climax is a great joy for me, and perhaps that is why, as she crested the wave of a shuddering gush of ecstasy, I realized that as she neared her peak she had increased the intensity of her ministrations to my willing anus.

Almost as soon as I noticed the complexity of feeling coming up my midsection, I heard the unmistakeable sounds of a lube bottle being opened, and as I continued a gentle post-climax lapping at her sopping slit, I felt the slippery liquid added to the magic she was performing on my ass, and realized that my left leg had almost entirely without my knowledge raised up into the air to open my anus more completely to her. I was exhausted from a week of little sleep on night shift and even less in the previous 48 hours as I’d traveled home to spend time with her, and delirious from the lateness of the hour and the giddy otherworldly marathon of cunnilingus and anal fingering. The sensations emanating from my core were mysterious, otherworldly things. They were twinges of pleasure for which I had no name and no point of reference. Certainly she was hitting my prostate...wasn’t she? I couldn’t tell. In the darkness of the blackest hours of night, with my face awash with pussy and my legs spread like a cock-craving whore, I realized abstractly that I couldn’t even define what was happening to me. I literally couldn’t have told you what my wife was doing to my asshole, except that it was incredible and completely new to me and made me feel a way that I wasn’t aware was possible.

My body began to move of its own volition. This has happened before, but this was different. Instead of grinding against her hand and what her fingers were doing to my anus, I was simply shuddering, or twitching, or spasming, or maybe all three with a dash of unconscious grinding to go along with it. Whatever it was, it must have been clear that it wasn’t normal, because my wife muttered to me.

“Oh fuck that’s hot,” my wife has fulfilled my anal fantasies plenty of times before, but never has she implied that she found it sexy in and of itself. She loves giving me pleasure, but I don’t know that I think she’s ever actually been aroused by giving me anal until that moment. Fresh juices emerged from her pussy, and I eagerly devoted myself to lapping up all of them with my ravenous tongue as she worked her magic on my anus. Soon, however, my body became something other than my own.

Shaking, quivering waves of something I had never experienced began to blast over my body. For the first time in nearly thirty years, I began to have feelings of sexual ecstasy that were completely unconnected from my penis. I had been fucked in the ass powerfully before by a well-endowed, enthusiastic man who folded me in half and made me a receptacle for his cock, but this was something else entirely. I could tell that it was some sort of rising climax, but I could not relate it to anything I had ever experienced. My world and my body turned inside out. My wife made more sounds of appreciation and arousal. I may or may not have continued to lick pussy; I cannot be certain. My hips certainly moved in response to the amazing things my wife was doing with her hand. She may have had a single finger inserted in exactly the right place. She may have had half a fist up my ass. I have literally no concept of the practical details. I have a memory of something like a repetitive thrusting, a piston-like movement. It may have been the motion of a single digit or multiples in concert or two fingers moving in opposition to one another. It may be entirely my imagination, and perhaps she massaged some point within me with a single fingertip. Regardless of the practical details, I know that in those moments my body began to quiver, that my mortal coil became an object no longer under my control. I remember feeling as if I were having a seizure for a moment. I remember making sounds of pleasure and appreciation and the feeling that my wife understood that something truly unique was happening.

Shuddering. Quivering. Thought impossible. Pleasure like...fuck. Fuck. Like nothing. More. Different. Surges. Waves. Crescendo. What is...fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Twist. Push. Open. Shake. Give in. Give in. Ride the wave. Can't catch the current. Don't try. Can't try. No control. Don't want control. Release. Give in. Wash me over. Wash me away. FUCK! Convulse. Submit. Give in. Give over. Not...me...my...all through me. Happening TO me. Not my ass. Not my cock. All of me. Everything that is me is ecstasy. Pure pleasure. Through my whole being. Like a force of nature. No control. Controlling me. No. No control. Transcending control. Sounds. Her? Me? Us? No tension. No anticipation. No beginning. No end. No edge. No time. Forever pleasure. All. All. No pulses. No waves. Immersed. Unending. Constant. Disconnected. Connected. Outside myself. All of myself. No self. Just orgasm. That's what it is. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming. Cum, cum, cum, cum forever. Not my balls, my cock, my ass, but all and none. Ejaculating? No. Maybe. Let go. No thinking. Floating timeless. Existence is pleasure. Pleasure is more. More than being. More than me. Washed away. Evaporated in it.

I never knew. Never. Never thought. Couldn't have thought. No imagination could touch it. Fading away. Easing down. Passing over. Through. Away. Over. It's over. God. Oh my god. No idea. None. No clue.

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