Let me get on all fours
written by:
Candice Fullerton

I've always had an open, honest relationship with my mum, and she's always supported me with regard to my promiscuous bisexual lifestyle. There's hardly anything I would keep secret from her and although she's never watched them, she knows that I sometimes take part in explicit adult films.

She's been hosting Ann Summers type parties for years and although I couldn't join in until I was eighteen, we've always been able to communicate more as friends rather than mother and daughter. She even helped me to get the job at Playthings where I've been selling exotic lingerie and sex toys to an appreciative clientele for over ten years now.

Shortly after my birthday last year I spent a lovely day with her. We went shopping in the morning and after a wonderful al fresco lunch returned to her house to relax in the garden.

I told her that one day I'd love to provide a sex therapy or a sex education service for individuals and couples with inhibitions that might be preventing them from exploring all the pleasures that are possible. She quite rightly pointed out that advertising myself as a freelance sex therapist would probably attract the wrong kind of enquiries, but I said that the thought of studying for qualifications and working in a clinic didn't appeal to me at all.

As far as I'm concerned it's the hands-on, clothes-off approach to sexual healing that interests me, and later that very day I found myself in a situation, which enabled me to help someone find a new pathway to happiness.

Five doors away from my parent's house is the home of our lovely neighbours Ken and Anne. Sadly it's the home of just Ken now since his wife passed away about nine months earlier after a long and brave battle with a terminal illness.

I hadn't seen him since the funeral but he sent me a birthday card just as he's always done since I was a toddler. He'd signed it ‘With love from Ken and Anne' even though she was no longer with us, and I told my Mum that I while I was here, I wanted to wander up to his house to thank him.

"I think he'd really appreciate that," she said, "I don't think he's been coping very well with his loss."

Apparently he'd retreated within himself and hardly socialised at all. Apart from some occasional consultancy work he had more or less retired from his accountancy firm, and now spent his time either gardening or coaching younger players at the tennis club.

I rang the doorbell but there was quite a delay before he answered, and when he did he was wearing just a towelling bathrobe.

He greeted me warmly and apologised for taking so long to answer saying, "I've literally just stepped out of the shower." He invited me in and I followed him into the lounge.

He said he was very pleased to see me and offered me a cold drink, which I gladly accepted. It was mid afternoon and pleasantly warm so the patio door was wide open providing a panoramic view of his beautifully cultivated garden.

I explained why I'd called, but I was keen to start a conversation so said I asked him how to go about taking some tennis lessons.

He gave me an application form for tennis club membership, and lots of useful information, but the main thing was that we'd started talking. It was quite easy to then move on to the subject of his late wife, and with a few gentle questions, I managed to get him to open up a little bit.

I wasn't expecting him to pour his heart out to me but he was very complimentary about my parents, and how they been very supportive. "I'm so lucky to have such good friends close by," he said, "I'm not sure how I would have coped without them."

He went on to explain that the hardest thing to deal with was waking up alone in the mornings and having no one to talk to. That almost brought a tear to my eye and his bottom lip trembled slightly as he said it.

He was starting to get a bit emotional, and I couldn't help reaching out to grasp the hand that was resting on his thigh.

I wasn't sure if I was saying the right thing but it just seemed natural to suggest that although it was still early days, perhaps he would meet someone one day to fill the void in his life.

"I'm not sure I want to," he said, "I made a commitment to Anne when I married her, but to be honest we weren't very compatible and I might be better off on my own."

That comment came as a bit of a bombshell because they'd always appeared to be a very happy and sociable couple. "Are you comfortable talking about this Ken?" I asked.

He looked at me and said quite openly, "I need to talk about it Candice. It's a burden that I've carried all my married life, and it's time to speak about it to someone who is prepared to listen."

I told him that I felt honoured and he confessed that he'd always had a special place in his heart for me. "You're like the daughter I never had," he said, "I know it's not right to think of you that way, but I've watched you grow from a pretty little girl into the lovely woman that you are today. I'm going to tell you things that I wouldn't dream of telling anyone else because I know you won't repeat it."

He started off by telling me that Anne came from a devout religious family and they were both virgins when they married. They consummated their marriage on their wedding night but Anne cried all the way though it and did not enjoy it all. During the first year of their marriage they made love on just a few occasions and she always insisted that he wear a condom. She didn't want to experiment in any way and just wanted him to get it over with as quickly as possible.

"She couldn't bear the thought of producing children and the more she became involved with the church, the less she would even consider having sex. "In the end I was just there as a symbol of respectability," he said, "And I've been celibate for thirty years or more."

I was genuinely shocked because Ken is a very attractive man in his mid-fifties with a lean and fit appearance, and subtle warmth that gave him real sex appeal. It was hard to believe that he'd endured a sterile relationship for so many years.

"Did it not cross your mind to find gratification in the arms of other women?" I asked.

"Call me old-fashioned," he said, "But the sin of adultery was something I couldn't bring myself to commit where Anne was concerned."

"But now that she's passed away," I suggested, "You're free to begin a new way of life."

He smiled at me and said that he wouldn't even know where to start.

"Well I think you need to start by putting yourself first and gradually gain some confidence in being a sensitive lover," I said, "I've got a friend who runs an escort agency, I'm sure she could fix you up with a perfect date."

"It's a nice thought Candice," he said, "But I would probably just end up embarrassing myself."

"But you can still get an erection can't you?" I asked.

He told me that he could so I said, "Okay, look, I'm going to be quite blunt, and you can kick me out if you want to, but I'd like to help you to overcome these fears."

He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about and said, "Help me how?"

I sighed and replied, "I understand why you've been celibate for so long but it's just not natural and I'd like to show you right now how good sex can be with the right woman."

He was visibly shocked at my suggestion but I told him that I was being deadly serious. "I'm quite a liberated girl Ken," I said softly, "And I'm not inclined to take ‘No' for an answer."

With that I slipped my hand under his robe and gently fondled his balls. It could have been a disaster if he'd leapt to his feet and thrown me out, but he didn't. There was no real expression on his face, but the fact that he was letting me do it told me everything I needed to know.

I knew from what he'd already told me that he'd never experienced a woman taking an active lead, and all I said to him was, "Just relax and let me look after you."

I undid the cord on his robe and peeled it open to expose his naked body. Although he had no hair on his head, his whole body was completely covered in a coat of coarse wiry hair that was mostly grey but with patch of white in the centre of his chest.

Most of my men have smooth hairless bodies, which I love, but Ken's excessive body hair really suited him and I was looking forward to pressing my silky smooth skin against him.

I squeezed his balls gently then started pulling on his limp penis. I was quite surprised that it didn't get stiff straight away as usually happens when I start playing with a man's cock, but gradually it started to get fatter and longer.

"Let me get undressed," I said, "I think some visual stimulation might help."

I stood up in front of him then unbuttoned my blouse slowly and seductively. Unusually for me I was wearing a bra, and after removing my blouse I sat on his lap and invited him to undo the clasp. I stood up again, and as I peeled the straps over my arms, I crossed them in front of me as though I was preserving my modesty but the ample flesh of my tits and my nipples were clearly visible.

My striptease culminated in the removal of my shorts and panties then I posed naked in front of him with my hands on my hips and my legs slightly apart. As I approached him I ran my finger my suggestively up and down my feminine cleft.

Ken complimented me on my curvy figure, but whereas most men would have stroked themselves hard as they watched me, Ken's sheltered existence prevented from touching himself sexually.

It didn't matter because as soon as I sat next to him on the sofa I grasped his cock, and tenderly began to tug on it. I told him to slip out of his robe, and I positioned myself in such away that he could reach between my legs from behind with his hand. I encouraged him to slip his finger into my moist vagina and he tentatively did so.

For all I knew this might be the first time he'd ever fingered a woman, but it felt very nice, and now that his cock was starting to expand, it was the ideal time to take it into my mouth.

The more I sucked it the harder Ken's cock became, and I could sense my cunt getting wetter and wetter as he tenderised it with his fingers. I was deliberately forthright with my language when I whispered, "Do you want to lick my cunt?"

"God Candice," he gasped, "I just don't know what to say."

"Have you ever a licked a woman's cunt before?" I asked softly.

"Never," he confessed, "Anne would never have let me do anything like that."

"Then spread your robe on the floor and lay on your back," I commanded, "I hope you like the flavour."

I didn't even let go of his cock as he lay down, and in a seamless movement, I straddled his head before lowering myself onto his face. As I sucked his meaty cock I could feel his fingers gently probing both my holes, and then the familiar sensation of a tongue licking my womanhood from top to bottom. My pussy leaks profusely when it's stimulated like this, and I had a vision in my mind of his chin dripping with my succulent juices.

We licked and sucked each other for quite a while before I said, "Does it taste good?

"It tastes wonderful," he replied.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" I whispered.

He didn't really answer, but just mumbled something about dreaming.

Anyway, I was more than ready so I disconnected from him and sat astride his thighs with my hand pressing his cock tight against my slit. I slowly moved up and down so that I could feel the veins of his engorged penis rubbing against my clit, then I gently lined up the tip of his cock with the opening to my warm wet vagina. I gasped slightly as I sank down on it, and felt every veined inch stroke against my G spot as his cock meat filled me up.

I leaned forward so that my tits were close enough to his face for him to kiss and suck my stiff nipples, and very slowly and deliberately I started moving my hips so that Ken's cock was slipping in and out of me in smooth rhythmic strokes. He'd only been inside me for less than a minute, but I sensed that he wasn't comfortable. When I asked him if he was okay he said, "I'm so sorry Candice, I've just cum."

"That's fine," I said, "Just take a breather."

I could actually feel the gentle throbbing of his semen pumping into me, but I realised that Ken had no control over it and we just had to let it flow.

He apologised again, but I reassured him that it really wasn't a problem. "This is the first time you've been with a woman like me," I said softly, "I'm not going to just leave you like this."

I could feel Ken's cum leaking out of me as his cock deflated, and we ended up snuggled up to each other on the robe with our backs against the sofa. I squeezed my kegel muscles to expel the residue from my vagina and Ken asked me, "What happens now?"

"I'm in no rush." I replied, "I'm happy to stay for while if you want me to."

"I'd love you to stay," Ken said, "But only if you're sure."

I told him that I enjoyed being intimate with him and that I'd love to feel him inside me again when he was ready.

He appreciated that I was genuinely interested him as a man, and he seemed to relax knowing that I was willing to make myself available for his pleasure with no strings attached.

I told him that I just needed to call my mum to let her know that I'd be longer than expected, and when I'd finished, he asked me if I wanted to take a shower.

He led me upstairs and into the spacious bathroom, which had a large walk-in shower enclosure at the far end. "I'll get you a clean towel," he said.

"Get two," I replied, "I want you to get in with me and wash me all over."

He grinned broadly, and reappeared a few seconds later with two fluffy white towels, which he hung on the robe hooks just outside the shower enclosure.

When the water temperature was just right I ventured in and stood beneath the overhead shower rose where the powerful stream cascaded all over my body. Ken joined me embracing me firmly as we kissed passionately. "Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I'd experience anything like this," he said sweetly.

I smiled and reached for the shower gel, which I drizzled liberally over my upper body. "You know what to do Ken," I said suggestively.

Feeling his hands all over me was really lovely, and when he went between my legs, I parted them slightly so that he could reach every little nook and cranny of my femininity.

His hairy body was a real turn-on, and he was in great physical shape for a man of his age. He loved it when I started washing him, but I was keen for him to get hard again so I paid special attention to his manhood. The look of surprise on his face when I poked a soapy finger into his rectum was priceless, but there was no real sign of his cock starting to get stiff.

In a final attempt I sank to my knees taking his limp cock into my mouth. I started to suck it vigorously, and there was a very slight improvement so I knew that he was getting there slowly but surely.

We dried ourselves and just left the towels hanging on the hooks then Ken led me into his bedroom, which was quite spacious and tastefully decorated. I asked him if I could borrow a hairdryer and he went to another room to fetch one. "As you can see," he said, "I have no need for a hairdryer, but there was one in Anne's bedroom."

"So you didn't actually sleep in the same bed then," I remarked.

"Not for the past fifteen years," he replied, "Anne preferred not to be led into temptation."

I thought it was quite astonishing that such a lovely man seemed to be content to live a celibate lifestyle that was effectively imposed upon him, but hopefully our encounter would be the catalyst for a new beginning.

He reclined on the bed and watched me as I dried my hair. I could see his reflection in the mirror, and he must have found the sight of my naked body pleasing because he reached down to his cock and began to stroke it slowly and deliberately.

When my hair was dry I joined him on the bed and snuggled up to him. There was still no real sign of an erection stiff enough to penetrate me but I was ready for sex again so I asked him if he liked the flavour of my pussy when he licked it earlier.

He said that I tasted delicious so I told him that I'd really like him to use his tongue on me again, only this time I'd show him how to make me cum.

I realised that this was completely new territory for him but even if his technique lacked the skill necessary to bring me off, I knew exactly how help things along with my finger. I lay on my back and said suggestively, "Let me open my legs for you," then I parted my pussy lips with my fingers to show him the soft pink opening that I wanted his tongue to find.

Ken crawled between my legs and placed his hands on my inner thighs. I was expecting him to just dive straight in and start licking my cunt enthusiastically, and it came as pleasant surprise when I felt his tongue stroking the very tops of my legs first. It tickled as he gradually made his way up to my womanhood, but it also sent little ripples of pleasure through me. I think he was fascinated by the fact that I had no pubic hair, and he seemed to spend ages licking the soft smooth flesh either side of my neat feminine slit before probing within it to enjoy the succulent parts within.

The instant his tongue touched my clit I gasped quite loudly and trembled slightly. Either by accident or design he really hit the spot with that initial contact, and it just got better and better.

Although he was a complete stranger to this kind of sexual activity he seemed to be able to detect the intense pleasure he was giving me, and I was pretty certain that I wouldn't need to play any part in my own orgasm.

The natural scent of my love juice as it oozed out of my vagina was like nectar to him and was lapped up greedily. By now his tongue was exploring every part of me from my anus to my clit and I was beginning to feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building deep within my core.

I resisted the temptation to grip his head to pull him in tighter because he was doing just fine as he was, and I was happy to just lay there and enjoy it. Every time he licked my clit I quivered slightly, and because he could sense the wonderful effect it was having on me, he started to concentrate on that little love button.

I doubt that he'd ever witnessed a woman cumming before, but as soon as my body jolted violently with the ecstatic pulses of pleasure that made my toes curl and my head spin, he suddenly became aware of what it was all about.

I didn't want him to stop, and he didn't want to stop either so for the next few minutes he kept going not realising that I was having a series of aftershocks rather than just one long intense orgasm. I was breathless and panting by the time everything subsided and when he surfaced from between my legs, his face was glistening with the wetness he'd generated.

He put his hand just under my left breast where he could feel my heart pounding, and he softly whispered, "Candice, my cock is hard again."

I opened my eyes slightly and glanced towards him. "So it is," I said, "Do you want me to suck it for you or do want to just slip it into me right now?"

He thought about it for a second then I felt the tip of his cock rubbing gently against my soft pussy flesh. My legs were still wide apart, and I guess the sight of my wet cunt was just too inviting.

"Good choice," I whispered as I felt every inch of his engorged shaft fill me up with one smooth penetrating stroke. As he started to fuck me with a lovely gentle rhythm I wondered if he'd be able to maintain it for very long, but when he increased the tempo, I realised that he was unlikely to ejaculate prematurely again.

The way Ken was giving it to me hard and fast suggested that he was a vastly experienced lover rather than a man who'd not fucked a woman for decades.

I was gasping with every stroke, and tensing up my kegel muscles to grip him really tight. Ken was by no means rough with me but I love it when my tits start wobbling in synch with the pounding I'm taking, and I urged him to keep fucking me like that.

I kept telling him how good it felt, and generally making all the right noises, but I wasn't pretending to enjoy it, I really was enjoying it. He started varying the tempo and I was running my fingers through the thick matting of his manly chest. "I've never had a man as furry as you," I whispered, "I'd like to keep you as a pet."

He smiled and said, "I'd be very obedient."

"In that case," I said, "Let me get on all fours and you can fuck me doggie style."

We disconnected and I wiggled my bum as I took up the position. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him get right up close to my rear end before feeling his bone hard cock slide sweetly back into my foaming cunt. His hands gripped my buttocks firmly and he started fucking me with long slow strokes that really made me tingle inside.

I didn't care that his wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had because my vagina is actually quite small, and he filled it nicely.

Occasionally he withdrew completely and just wiped the juice soaked tip up and down. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going Candice," I'm really needing to cum."

"Let me take it in my mouth," I said softly, "You'll enjoy that honey, and so will I."

I lay on the bed with my mouth open and my tongue out so that Ken could straddle my face just brushing my nose and top lip with underside of his throbbing cock. His balls were just above my eyes, and I gently massaged them with my hand as he stroked himself to a climax. The fact that was able to lean forward to rub my clit with his other hand made it feel even more sensational when his cum started to flow.

This time he moaned satisfyingly as the ecstasy of ejaculation sent pulses of intense pleasure through his whole body, and his warm creamy semen was spilling out of his cock rather than spurting.

My taste buds were being tantalised by the special flavour and texture that I love so much and Ken was treating me to one of my favourite sensations without realising it.

His balls were empty but my mouth was full, and after I'd swallowed it all, I licked the last few droplets as they oozed out of his tiny duct.

There was hardly a trace of his cum on my face, just a few stray dribbles on my cheek, and I was quite pleased that I'd been able to savour every precious drop.

Ken was breathing heavily when he rolled onto his back, and I snuggled up next to him.

"Was that nice?" I asked softly.

"I've never enjoyed anything so much in all my life," he whispered.

"Would you like to do it again sometime?" I enquired.

He said that his head was spinning and he was just trying to absorb what had just happened. I told him that he'd simply enjoyed a sexual encounter with a woman who wanted him. He confessed that he was feeling a sense of guilt about having sex with the daughter of a close friend, and especially as he'd known me from my young childhood.

I licked his ear sensuously and reassured him that he shouldn't feel that way. "I'm grown up now," I said softly, "And I wouldn't have dreamed of doing what we did unless I really wanted to."

He seemed to understand what I was saying and after a few moments of silence he said, "In that case Candice, I'd love to do it again sometime."

"Good," I said, "So would I, but now I'm going to have to run because my mum will be wondering what's happened to me."

He looked shocked and said, "For God's sake you aren't going to tell her are you?"

I smiled and told him not to worry. "This is strictly just between us," I said reassuringly.

He kissed me tenderly before opening his front door to let me out, and I took a slow stroll back to my parent's house.

"You've been a long time," my mum said, "I was starting to wonder where you'd got to."

I apologised and explained that Ken wanted to talk about the meaning of life and I was happy to listen.

"I think I was able to help him come to terms with the loss of Anne," I said, "And he was certainly much happier when I left than he was when I arrived."

She was pleased to hear that and said, "Hopefully you've helped him to move forward with his life."

I smiled and said, "Oh I'm sure I've managed to do that."