String Of Pearls - Sex Stories

String Of Pearls

Years ago, after my divorce, I did what most new divorcees do: I blamed myself the whole thing. It must have been something I did or didn’t do that pushed him away. It couldn’t have been the fact that he was just a lying, cheating bastard. So as a result, I went out of my way with the next man in my life do everything I could to make him happy, figuring that was the way to keep him close. This is a story about one of those attempts. Sex with my ex had been good, at least I had thought so, but I figured if it was great with the new guy then he would be mine. As a result of this, I opened myself up to doing just about anything that was new and exciting: role playing, sex toys, weird positions, etc... It was my Kama Sutra period. So when one of my regulars at the beauty shop told us about overhearing her older brother talking to a friend about a “bead job” he’d gotten in a Bancock whorehouse when he was in the Air Force. What happened was as he was screwing her, the whore pushed a string of lubricated beads up his ass, then, when he started to come, she yanked them out suddenly. My friend thought it was disgusting, but said her brother had said that it was the most intense sexual experience of his life. This seemed like something I should do with Charley. The next time I went to his apartment I took along an old Woolworth plastic pearl necklace, and a tube of KY jelly. The “pearls” were old and cheap, a left over from my junior high school days, but they had a strong string ...

... through them with no chance of breaking. When I told him about my plans for the evening, he wanted no part of it. He said he didn’t want anybody shoving anything up his ass and mumbled something about that’s how you get piles. I was heartbroken. I pleaded with him to do it, because for some strange reason, it had become very important to me, like this was going to make or break our future together. It was especially frustrating to me because, frankly, there was nothing in it for me. Finally, after much haggling, we hit on a compromise: instead of doing it during intercourse, I could do it to him while I sucked him off, a good old fashioned come-in-my-mouth blow job. (Charley was such a romantic :) ). We decided the best way to do it would be with Charley standing and me on my knees, I couldn’t think of any other way to get access to his ass, which I did, and all Charley worried about was if I had access to his dick, which I did. I lubed up the beads and knelt in front of him, reaching around his ass and began slipping them one at a time into his tight asshole. He kept jerking and squirming around as I went about my work, his cock was literally in my face and, as it grew harder and more erect, I began to kiss and lick it, Charley began to forget about his ass and what was going on back there and concentrated on what was happening in front. By the time I got about 8 inches in him he was fully erect, time to get down to business. Holding tightly to the string of beads with my right ...