A Lady Named Leda It's 5:40 p.m. the traffic is terrible and my bladder is near the bursting point. Damn! I thought if I worked a bit late I'd miss the worst of it. Leda's place is a good 20 minutes away. Oh well, I just have to hold on until I get there. Leda -- the most remarkable woman I've ever met. Sixteen years older than me, old enough to be a grandmother, really. A shortish, buxom, fit-and-trim, brown-eyed brunette, she's not one to make you say "Wow!" when she walks by. And yet, when you know her, see her at close range, see her nude, you come to appreciate that she is both sexy and very attractive. Maybe she is a grandmother in another part of her life; I wouldn't know. I only know one aspect of her life, one piece of the pie. But what an incredible piece it is. Leda is an LPN. I was in the hospital for a few days after a car accident. She came in to bathe me, but first, with some embarrassment, I told her I had to "relieve myself." Her eyes, usually staid and businesslike, took on a sudden sparkle. In a low, matter-of-fact voice she asked, "Piss or shit?" That startled me, and it showed, which brought a knowing smile to her quietly attractive face. "Piss," I answered. Reaching into bedside stand, she came up with a urinal. She pulled the sheet back, loosened the string of my pajama pants and tugged them down, fully exposing me. Her eyes fixed on my genitals, sparkling intensely. With a gentle but firm touch she took hold of my penis, brought the urinal to it and held onto both. "Go ahead and go. And don't be too embarrassed to fart, if you have to. Men usually let at least one when they piss," she said, smiling but still with that quiet, businesslike tone. Under these strange circumstances it took a good minute for me to relax enough to start filling the urinal. But fill it I did, as Leda held my cock and watched intently. When I finished, she set the urinal aside and, still holding my penis, lowered her head and took the tip between her lips. Her fingers both gently squeezed and slid along its length, from base to near the tip. I felt her tongue work around the spongy head. I also felt the heat, stiffening and tingling urgency of an erection in progress. In seconds, she drew her lips from it, looked at it standing almost vertically to its full seven-inch height. She smiled broadly then. Leaning down, whispering in my ear she said, "If you were to get your cock sucked good, right here and now, would you be one to go brag it around, at work or maybe at some tavern?" "No," I whispered back. My heart was in my throat and pounding wildly. I couldn't believe this was really happening. I thought, "Georgie boy, just when this gets really good, you're gonna wake up and have to go to work, or something." But then it was happening. Her head was down at my midsection, her nose nuzzling my pubes, her fingers kneading and rubbing my throbbing cock. And then she was kissing it. Tongue-tickling along the underside of it. Rolling my sac in her warm, strong hand. Breathing warm on me. And finally, she took it in her mouth, fully, deeply, lovingly. She worked it expertly, mouth, tongue play, ringing the base with thumb and index finger for some accessory pumping. Her other hand went to work on the hard ridge between my balls and asshole, rubbing, pressing. Her mouth was hot, deliciously wet and unbelievably greedy. In a minute, maybe two, I felt my cum building, starting to move from somewhere deep inside. She never paused or slowed the pace. Then it was right there. I put my hand on the back of her head, held it there defensively -- losing a sucking mouth at the moment of ejaculation is hell -- but she went right on rolling her tongue wetly, strongly around the tip as I erupted with one long, wet, cum-pumping spasm after another. Her only deviation came when she was forced to pause so she could swallow. And that happened two or three times. When I was through, she held my cock in her mouth a moment, taking in the last draining drool of cum as I softened. She then moved her head away, turning slightly away as she deftly wiped her lips with a tissue from the bedside stand. "My God, that was good," I said. I'm sure I sounded like an enthusiastic adolescent, but so what? "Keep your voice down," she commanded, still in a whisper. "I'm glad if you liked it -- I liked it, too. But the rules are that we do what we do without saying anything. Not here, not anywhere. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did. "That's better," she said, having established who was in charge of our strange, yet wonderful, relationship. She set the ground rules, determined what we would do, when and how often. That was a year ago, 20 incredible liasons ago. Our first few times together she had tested me, she later explained. Where some others had failed, I had passed. In my willingness, curiosity, open-mindedness and capacity for enjoying the new, different and unconventional, I had shown myself to be "a truly sensuous, erotic man." That's how she put it. In the time since, she'd helped me to learn things about myself that I might once have denied. Such as a willingness to try what she had proposed for us to do together this evening. I pulled into her complex, found a parking place and rushed up to her apartment. She was wearing only a long T-shirt. She kissed me, hotly and with urgency, then quickly helped me out of my clothes. Without ceremony or delay, she pulled off the T-shirt, freeing her ample, large-nippled boobs. I leaned forward to kiss them. "That's nice," she purred, "but we haven't got time for that now. I've been holding on here since this morning and I can't hold on much longer." She took me by the hand into the bathroom. She turned toward me and looked into my eyes. It was one of the few times she'd ever appeared vulnerable or uncertain. "No second thoughts? No change of heart?" she asked. "None," I answered. "And I, too, have been holding on about as long as I can," I said, smiling. She leaned up to kiss my lips, at the same time reaching down to gently grasp and squeeze my cock. Then she slowly knelt down, kissing down my chest, belly, over my cock and balls, finally settling on all fours on the fluffy, deep-pile bathroom throw rug. From the cabinet she withdrew the equipment we'd use: a two-foot length of clear plastic tubing with a fairly large funnel at one end and an rectal irrigation tip at the other. As instructed, I quickly applied K-Y jelly to the rectal tip and knelt behind Leda, who reached back to pull apart her full, firm-fleshed buttocks. Her neat, light brown, wrinkled anus with its dainty halo of fine brown hairs waited there, partly open in anticipation. I pressed the plastic tip to it and it contracted shut. I rolled the tip around on it, spreading the K-Y. Then I pressed gently inward. Leda moved slightly backward. Her sphincter relaxed and the tip slid in to its full depth. "Yesss," she sighed. "Good, good. Now, fill me. Hurry," she said, dropping her head down. As she had directed ahead of time, I then stood, holding the funnel in my left hand and my stiffening cock in the right. "No boner now, please," I thought. Although I had tried, I never could piss through a full erection. I deliberately thought of work, of a particularly tedious, annoying task I do each week. Of a run-in with an obnoxious executive. The stiffening ceased. I looked down, saw the funnel, the tube running down into to Leda's lovely, waiting ass, opened the gate, so to speak, and began pissing. The clear tube became an extension of my hot, golden stream. "Ooohhh, wowww," Leda moaned. Then, after a slight pause, she added, "Yesss, it's hot, kind of spicy hot. Not like soap or water or whatever. It's good, George, it's very, very good." I continued pissing until my bladder was empty and Leda's rectum was full. When finished, I knelt behind her and removed the irrigation tip. I did this slowly and carefully. And while I was removing it, Leda lowered her upper body and tilted her hips so that her anus was pointed almost upward. I moved beside her, kissed her cheek and saw the look of rapture in her eyes. She gave me tongue and moaned. "It's so good. But I won't be able to hold it long. I was so ready when we did it; I got a terrific urge just before you arrived." We kissed again, and again she sighed. "Now, quick, help me up." In an instant she was seated on the toilet, legs open so I could slip a finger between her moist, swollen labia and beging a gentle, steady frigging. I put my arms around her and quickly began planting kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders. I had moved down to kiss and lick all over her large boobs and fine, erect nipples when she softly went, "Oooh, oh!" Drew in a deep breath and began releasing. My cock was now fully erect and throbbing. I squeezed and stroked it as I continued pleasuring Leda. A long, wet, loud "whoosh" from her ass was followed by a couple of seconds of silence. She trembled, moaned, then continued releasing. Her hand mashed me to her boobs. Her hips moved so that my finger pressed harder to her long, erect clitoris. Again, a tremble, a moan. She squeezed her legs together, pressed my hand at her crotch. "Faster, harder," she hissed, dry-voiced, in a state of transport. "Frig my clit . . . More, good . . . I'm cummminnngg, oh, oh OH!" Leda had nearly fainted. When she recovered, she quickly flushed the toilet, wiped, washed her ass with a soapy washcloth she'd prepared beforehand and knelt again on the throw rug. She spread her buttocks, this time for me. I pressed my cockhead to her now-red and wet anus. She backed onto me, swallowing my cock full length. I suddenly felt the heat, the spicy-hot sensation she had mentioned. I drew in a long breath. It was exhilarating. After a moment's pause to savor the tightness and heat, I began rocking my hips, pumping gently in and out of her super-heated, silky smooth rectum. Her sphincter tightened at times, adding to the immense, soul-satisfying pleasure. I looked down, saw my caramel-colored shaft working rhythmically in and out of her wide-stretched hole. So good. So very good. I began breathing hard, feeling my cum approaching, unwilling to interrupt this deliciously nasty fuck yet wanting to not go off so soon. Too soon. It must have been two or three minutes later that the big, blinding, all-enveloping spasm gripped me. As I began spurting cum, I grabbed her hips and pulled back hard, driving my cock so deeply into her that she made a gagging-wincing sound the likes of which I'd never heard. I spurted, spasmed, poured my lava-hot ejaculation into her bowels. She tightened and eased her sphincter, heightening my release. It went on and on, much harder and much longer than the usual cum for me. When at last the great shooting pulses subsided to super-sensitive aftertwitches, I bent forward, curling over her back, kissing her shoulder, nuzzling her hair. "An ultimate connection, wouldn't you say?" she asked. "An ultimate pleasure, I'd say," I panted. "I feel so warm and filled and satisfied," she purred. "I feel full and complete with you deep in there, with your cum in me, hot and fresh from your balls. "Don't pass it, please. Leave it inside you," I said. "I want to know it's in you, at least until you have to go again. And when you do, it can lube your load, make it slide out of you like a phantom." She chuckled, wiggling her ass and causing my softened, cock to slide out and free. The air was suddenly cool and harsh against it. Leda turned around and looked at it intently. "No doubt about where we've been and what we've been up to, my little friend," she said to my soiled cock, as though talking to a beloved, naughty pet. She took it gently in her hand, along with my sac, and gently cuddled it. "I think a shower is in order, don't you?" she continued. Then she playfully tilted my cockhead up and wiggled it in time to her words, as if it were a puppet, and in a high voice said, "Oh yes, mistress Leda, I'd really like that." (end)