Rosanne’ s Little Helper {revised}

I didn’t tell Rosanne, but before leaving home, I ‘prepared myself’ by self-administering a couple of Fleet enemas. They were unpleasant, but they did the job.

At Rosanne’s, I entered the unlocked kitchen door. Once inside, I went to the bathroom where she left a milk-white Ducolax for me. I put it in, pulled up my pants, washed my hands and joined Rosanne in the living room.

We kissed and she handed me the usual Bourbon on-the-rocks. She got right to the point,

“Ya do it?”

“Uh-huh.”

She raised her glass, “Good. Here’s to cousin Maria!”

She settled in alongside me, we clinked glasses and drank a toast. Tonight was our latest attempt to fix my premature ejaculation problem. Our friends-plus relationship meant we could talk openly about Rosanne’s failure to reach orgasm before I finished. Of course, she liked cunnilingus and had strong orgasms, but she wanted more. What she called ‘orgasm in coitus’.

We had already tried lots of remedies – sprays, creams, gels, and manual delay techniques from girly magazines – all unsuccessful. Tonight, something new and very different.

The ‘Little Helper’ was a drug-delivery suppository made by the pharmacist in a small village in Italy. Rosanne’s cousin Maria used them on her boyfriends and secretly gave a small tin of them to Rosanne for her birthday. Rosanne had explained how as it melted in my rectum it would release a drug that would partly block the two nerves that trigger the production of semen. Slowing the build-up of semen in the urethra at the base of my penis, would delay ejaculation and orgasm. I had agreed to try one.

We sat together sipping our drinks, getting in mood. The Ducolax was meant to ‘clean me out’, so the ‘Little Helper’ would be more effective. I soon felt it working and made a quick trip to the bathroom, getting there just in time. My earlier preparation had done the job. Nothing came out except a half-melted Ducolax. The cramps passed quickly and I felt very empty!

She asked, “Did it work?”

“Uh-huh, my rectum is completely empty.”

She said, “Good and thank you so much for doing this for me.”

As we sipped our drinks, I started a little foreplay. I stroked my finger-tips along her face, gently turning her toward me, so I could lightly kiss her soft lips. As our kisses grew more passionate, I lightly brushed my hand across her breast. Bra-less, I could feel her erect nipples through the soft cotton blouse. She lay her head back on the couch as I circled the nipple with my finger. My attention elicited catch-breaths and then soft moans. When she liked something, she wasn’t afraid to let me know.

When we kissed again, I felt her tongue penetrate my mouth. Rosanne’s French kisses were so good, I almost came in my pants the first time. But tonight, I enjoyed being aroused as our tongues intertwined in a lovely delicate dance.

I ran my hand down from her hips and along the outside of her thighs. She instinctively parted her legs for me as I lightly ran my finger tips up along along the inner part of her thighs. I could feel her moist heat as my hand cupped her crotch. Her pants were damp and she began to tremble.

She whispered, “I love the way you make me feel.”

I didn’t reply, but simply got up and took her hand, leaving our drinks unfinished. I was thinking about the drug-laced suppository she was about to put in me. I had fantasized about it all week – imagining her doing it and how it would feel, each time I masturbated.

Her bedroom was only lit by a few night-lights. The ambiance was perfect as we continued kissing and began to undress one another. Once I unbuttoned her blouse, I kissed and sucked her nipples. She went to work undressing me. I kicked off my shoes. She slipped down my pants and my briefs and I waited to feel her take me into her mouth. There was really no need. I was always rock-hard and eager to fuck. But she liked to do it as part of our love making.

I removed my shirt and sat her on the edge of the bed. She lay back and lifted her butt, so I could remove her pants and panties. I pushed her legs apart, tasting her pussy and circling her clit with my tongue.

“OK, sweetheart, before we get too far along, it’s time for your medicine.”

I got up on my knees the way Rosanne did for ‘doggy-style’ and lay my face on the cool sheets, so I could watch her.

“Did you realize? Tonight’s the first time I get to penetrate YOU.”

She squeezed the K-Y Jelly onto her finger and applied it around my anus. Then she tried to slip her finger in me. My body tensed.

“C’mon now. Don’t be a sissy. Relax for me.”

“OK. Sorry.”

I relaxed and let her push the lubrication inside me.

“That’s better. Now you can imagine how it felt the first time you put your little dickie inside me.”

When she was done, she wiped her finger on a tissue.

“It should work, you’re nice and clean.”

The “Little Helper” felt hard and cold. She pushed it in firmly and without hesitation. Her finger followed it in, holding it and waiting for it to melt where it would be most effective. Feeling the cool foreign object had caused a rush of adrenaline at first, but now a warm sensation radiated from it throughout my pelvis.

“You feel it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“A warm feeling?”

“Yeah. Warm and tingly.”

“Good. It’s working. Just a few more minutes for it to take effect.”

She withdrew her finger, laying down on the bed beside me, her head propped up on her elbow.

“C’mon, lay down alongside me.”

I snuggled against her, and she pulled up the covers, glancing at the clock beside the bed. We had to wait, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have a little fun. Our French kisses resumed, and I caressed her erect nipples. In time, my hand found its way down to her cunt. She was wet and ready. I ran my finger up and down her slit, pausing to lightly circle her clit. I was getting anxious and pleaded,

“Rosanne, I want you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I wanna you, too. Just one more minute.”

Then, she purred in my ear, “Today’s a safe day and you know what that means!”

Of course I knew, I kept her calendar as faithfully as she did. There would be no condom for me, no contraceptive foam for her. But, going bareback would mean an even quicker trip for me, exactly what I didn’t need.

She glanced at the clock. “OK.”

She had told me she wanted missionary. So, I was on my knees again, this time between her legs – my hands close-beside her shoulders – gazing down into her eyes. She reached between my legs, her delicate little fingers guiding my erection between her engorged labia and into her vagina. Once my glans passed beyond her vaginal sphincter, she put her arms around me. As I pushed into her, that tight little ring of muscle slid along the taut skin of my hyper-sensitive penis. Her deep warmth enveloped me as my pelvis touched hers, my balls lightly resting on her cool-wet ass. After a moment, I withdrew slightly and let myself settle again – this time rocking my hips from side to side. I felt the tip push deeper, and her wet labia pressed against me. Now on my elbows, I cradled her head on my hands and kissed her.

She stroked my face and whispered, “Don’t worry if it doesn’t happen tonight. OK?”

I began stroking – short ones at first – then a little longer – and soon, the nice-long strokes that we both loved. I savored each thrust, knowing the effects of watching her, smelling her scent, feeling her vagina working me would bring me to orgasm in a minute or two. But, tonight ‘Little Helper’ was working its magic and the urge to come didn’t develop. Instead, I kept going and going. Long, deep thrusts, well past the point where she expected me to come. She smiled, knowing it was working. Her eyes were soon half-closed. Her expression blissful and dreamy. Then her body began to tense and her breathing became faster. Her mouth opened as if to speak, and she began to quiver. I watched the delicious expression on her face evolve as the tension built.

I had watched Rosanne orgasm many times while masturbating her. She wasn’t afraid to struggle and vocalize. Tonight, there was a new urgency with my penis thrusting inside her; enfolded in my arms; her pelvis hitting hard against mine. Her body began to tremble as the neurological firestorm ignited. I kept thrusting, each time deep inside, pinning her to the bed and feeling her daemons were having their way with her.

Her body stiffened just before her orgasm hit, I held myself deep. Then she writhed and squirmed in ecstasy. The vaginal contractions of her orgasm tipped me over the edge. Emission began – semen was flowing. The back of my urethra stretched to accommodate it – the full feeling every male reader knows.

Ejaculation was inevitable in only a few second. She felt my tension and held me tight as I kept trying to force myself deeper until I succumbed. My first ejaculation discharged a large bolus of semen, which triggered my orgasm. She started coming, again. I desperately grasped her shoulders, trying to drive still deeper as a series of ejaculations jolted me. Each one drove her to another mini-climax.

When I finished, she softly exhaled, “Oh, wow.”

We were both spent. Overcome with post-coital fatigue. Still breathing hard, we stayed coupled, penis deep inside her and my head alongside hers, breathing her scent and cradling her in my arms. Covered with perspiration, we tried to catch our breath and reflect on what had just happened.

Then, we both started to giggle and we couldn’t stop for a long time. We had a lot to talk about, but not now. It was time to settle into the afterglow of sex. Tonight for the first time, we had touched the ‘holy grail’.

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