One of the things I think we shared was clean sex. By that I mean we would invariably shower prior to the serious business of good sex. Although, I don’t think we ever had sex in the shower. A head job at the side of the road was slightly uncomfortable for me only because the target of Tracy’s affection was not a model of cleanliness after hours of driving. Cleanliness breeds sexual adventure in the bedroom and, as it turns out, elsewhere. Good sex involves oral sex, lots of unhurried oral pleasures. Tracy’s vagina had a consistent light sweet taste. I never tired of that taste or the ample wet that encouraged me. Oral sex paused only for orgasm. She had a habit of coming fairly easily. No matter, I would allow a brief rest to catch her breath, spread her obliging legs and feast again. The cleanliness is also reminds me of pleasing Tracy anally. I don’t know what experience she had with pleasures anal prior to me. It’s not something you ask and hopefully not something you ever have to answer. “Have you taken it up the ass before dear?” I had the feeling most of what we were doing was new to both of us. Perhaps a clean shaven derriere is a clear indicator that a new partner might enjoy a bit of anal pleasuring. This was certainly the case with Tracy.
I find anything new in the bedroom tends to get the adrenaline going to the point of almost shaking nervousness. Anal sex was no exception. Perhaps the thing that surprised me was that a perfectly clean, shaven and well formed behind fresh from the shower had no taste or scent and pleasing her anus with my tongue was no different than licking a nipple except perhaps for two tremendous things not normally associated with nipples. First, I think Tracy believed I needed encouragement to rim her. I didn’t. I would have rimmed her in a restaurant with five seconds notice if we could have got away with it. This meant she would go to great erotic lengths to work me into frenzy before suggesting she would enjoy my tongue pleasing her that way, and I wasn’t really discouraging this. Second, rimming her to orgasm was often quick, with devastating results. I can’t speak for Tracy but her orgasms from this type of pleasure seemed particularly intense. I possibly had a couple of fingers inserted in her vagina, firmly curled towards her belly, barely stroking her G spot at the same time. Regardless, the few times I rimmed her, the result appeared the same – an exceptionally intense orgasm. I often found her orgasms fulfilling as much, if not more, than my own. I may dwell on that last point later. Tracy had beautiful orgasms, delicious, intense orgasms that filled me with pleasure. I derived incredible enjoyment just watching her masturbate, either on a little phone video or partially bound to a hotel dining room table. Tasting her come in my mouth was divine and brought me endless pleasure. Her intense breathing, the moaning all added to my pleasure. Sometimes, but not often, conventional intercourse with her on top would produce an excessively wet orgasm that would trickle across my belly and warm my testicles, a particularly intense sensation. Watching her shudder and catch her breath rimming her to orgasm was pure satisfaction.
The other reflection on cleanliness was how clean my penis was after penetrating Tracy anally. I suppose I had assumed that anal sex was unclean but I discovered an intense ten or twenty minutes of my sliding in and out just left us with a well oiled penis to play with in other ways. This was possibly from the oils we used. I will never know. What I do know is that we would take considerable time to begin anal sex, starting with gentle nudging of my penis against her anus. I would not move. Tracy would sway her hips side to side, no thrusting, allowing just the head of my shaft to work its way into her anus over many minutes. Eventually the sway would slow and her hips would push back with the same gentle movements. My length would take perhaps a minute or two to disappear into her. We would hold this position for quite some time, neither of us moving, my penis throbbing deep inside her anus. I suspect this was painful to start. I also suspect pain receded to pleasure as her hips eventually began to gyrate. The gyration would progress to a motion that allowed me to slide in and out of her, increasing in thrust over a long period of time until her clenched anus was stroking the entire length of my well oiled motionless penis. In due course I would join in the rhythm but the motion was always well controlled. I have no doubt the feelings of pleasure and pain were one, and the return to pain as simple and swift as a trivial motion in the wrong direction at the wrong time. As a rule I assumed the dominant position for anal sex but Tracy did all the driving. She was in complete control of how deep and how fast she was pleasured. I derived perhaps more arousal from observing her pleasure than the physical stimulation her tight oiled anus provided. Combine the obvious visual and aural delights with the knowledge I was satisfying a dark desire for both of us and I was overloaded. The physical sensation was not much different from normal vaginal intercourse but somehow sharing pleasure in this way was intense in the extreme. We recorded most of these adventures so I speak from what I can see even now.
