Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... grip the shaft of my cock, feeling the walls of her rectum take me in a warm, light embrace. It wasn't the first time I'd had anal intercourse, but it felt better than it had with any of my previous partners. God, it felt glorious, and all the better because it was my sixty-five-year-old landlady beneath me, in stockings and suspenders, her hands tied to the bedstead. And she just lay there, still and quiet as I slid my whole cock into her bum.

'Is that alright?' I asked as she got my full seven inches.

Penelope smiled shyly up at me. 'It feels big and naughty, but it's nice.'

I kissed her and she responded, opening her mouth as I started to fuck her anus with slow strokes, feeling the suction of her rectum as I pulled out and the unbelievable feeling of arousal as I slid back in. I went slowly for a minute or two before speeding up, longer strokes, thrusting a bit harder. And as I did this, my landlady began to respond, pulling at her restraints, whimpering and moaning and I realised that my pubis was in just the right position to rub against her clitoris as I fucked her arse.

The thought that she was actually enjoying it was a revelation. I thrust harder, pressing myself to her at the end of each stroke, grinding my pubic bone into her cunt. She started making louder noises, little cries of pleasure, her hands tight on the bedstead. I fucked her harder, using her arse as though it was her cunt. And then Penelope was coming. A sudden wailing and crying out, ...

... tears running down her cheeks as the she came for the first time in her life by penetration only.

Her climax, with me deep inside her rectum, was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I felt her sphincter spasm around my cock and that triggered my orgasm which exploded in my head and I was gasping and pumping into her and then I was collapsing over her and kissing her.

I withdrew from her gently, then undid her restraints and she rubbed her wrists, the flesh red and angry-looking. She was openly weeping.

'Sorry,' I said. 'perhaps tights weren't the best choice.'

'It's not that,' she whimpered, tears running down her cheeks. 'It's how you make me feel, Robin.'

We lay together on her bed for a few more minutes, both a little shell-shocked at the boundaries we had crossed and the intensity of our passion. Then we got up and I went to shower while Penelope prepared our dinner, although I don't think either of us was particularly hungry. It had the feeling of going through the motions because our thoughts were elsewhere.

Afterwards we sat on her settee, Penelope snuggled under my arm, and talked quietly while a comedy-drama played out on the television.

'How are you feeling?' I asked her.

'A bit strange,' she admitted. 'Emotional and physical overload, I suppose.' I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. 'Nothing like that's ever happened to me before,' she continued. 'I suppose I've had fantasies, but I never imagined actually being tied to the ...