I have a friend, Sharon, whom I see from time to time, especially when I need to get a little wild.

She understands this need and shares it, so when we get together there are no boundaries, and no one is ever disappointed.

One winter afternoon we had arranged to meet at my place. I was spending the morning chopping firewood and fantasizing about the amazing body I would soon have the pleasure of feasting upon. By the time Sharon arrived, scented candles flickered around the living room, several large pillows rested by the hearth, a fire roared in the fireplace, and I had a raging hard-on.

As she entered the living room, our eyes met, and I was glad there was to be no preliminary chitchat, no attempt at social graces.

She was there for one thing only. I pulled her toward me and wrapped her in my arms. She kissed me passionately, pulling my flannel shirt from my jeans. Instinctively, my hands went to her perky little rump, massaging her and lifting her up to me, to meet my lips.

Our clothing swiftly flew to various parts of the room, and we moved in front of the fire for warmth and light. I sat on a pillow, and she kissed my neck, chest, and thighs. Her hungry mouth found my engorged cock, then licked and sucked my balls one by one. I hated to stop her from finishing, but I had better plans.

“Her sphincter muscles tightened around my cock, and pulled a climax out of me that snapped my head back.”

After stacking the pillows in front of the fire, I lowered Sharon onto her belly so her ass was up in the air. Her cheeks spread slightly, and the flickering light glowed on her wet pussy. I buried my face between her ass cheeks, plunging my tongue as deep as it would go into her hot, sweet pussy. Sharon pressed back into my face, as I ran my tongue up and down her nether lips, swirling around her swollen clit.

I pulled away, looking at her asshole, and wondered how it would feel shaved baby smooth? There was only one way to find out. I excused myself and ran to the bathroom, then the kitchen, leaving a very frustrated and curious woman writhing on the pillows.

When I returned with a fresh disposable razor, a bowl of warm water, a washcloth, and shaving gel, Sharon’s eyes widened as she realized what was in store. Her quivering derriere told me too she was more than willing to participate. Angling her body slightly to get the best firelight on her tiny back door, I gently wet the crack of her ass with the warm washcloth. I spread a small layer of shaving gel between her buns, savoring the feel of her curves under my fingers. Stroke after stroke of the razor then left her clean and hairless.

The fire warmed her damp and naked behind, as I admired my handiwork. I couldn’t wait to try out that silky butt. I spread her apart and drove my tongue into her tight little bunghole, eliciting a gasp as she lifted her ass again to meet my probing mouth. Unable to wait any longer I moved in, pressing my pulsing hard-on against her ass hole. Sharon was soaking wet from my oral attention, so with only a slight push I was in her puckered privacy.

She backed up to take me in all the way, murmuring, “Fuck my ass — fuck me hard!” I slammed home, watching each inch of my meat slide in and out of her perfect, naked little sphincter. Its muscles tightened around my cock, and she pulled a climax out of me that snapped my head back.

We continued fucking for the rest of the afternoon until we were too spent to go on. When it was time to go, Sharon smiled and thanked me for an exciting — an unexpectedly exciting time. I was just as appreciative.

Like I said before, neither one of us is ever disappointed.