by Violet Veidt
When we got back from the jazz club, Trey was wasted. Not so badly that getting him home was problematic, but I realised that he wouldn’t be up for a nightcap and a chat when we got in. I got him into bed and put a glass of water by him, and a bucket just in case. He had done the same for me more than once. I felt too wired to sleep, so I headed through to the living room, detouring via the kitchen for more drink. When I realised there was no beer left, I cursed under my breath.
“We could split the rest of this wine, if you like.” She was leaning in the door behind me. I hadn’t even heard her. Wine isn’t my favourite, but saying no to her was impossible. I poured the half bottle into two glasses and passed her one. She tipped her head in thanks, and then walked to the living room. I followed. Her hips swayed as though she was dancing.
“You’re a pretty one.”
I hadn’t expected her conversation to be mundane– how could it be?– but her bluntness shocked through my drunkenness.
“I... uh... thanks.”
She smiled. I smiled back, realising (or hoping) that she wasn’t serious.
She suddenly strode across and straddled me.
I’m no stranger to female attentions, but I’ve always been the aggressor. And up till now, I thought that I liked it that way. But having this beautiful, confident... powerful woman in my lap, her long braids of hair tickling my neck, her broad mouth smirking down at me was utterly unlike what I knew. Pulling a girl, snogging her and delicately probing her boundaries to get as much woman flesh around my always ready erection made me feel horny and strong, but this was making me feel tingly in a different way. i didn’t know what was going to happen next. And that made my blood pulse strong in my veins and sing in my ears.
She pushed her fingers deep into my hair and massaged my scalp, as she kissed my face all over. She skipped my lips, despite my rolling my head to try and catch that wide, full lipped mouth with mine. I wanted to taste her. That desire was clear through my jumbled thoughts. Suddenly I realised that she had pulled off my clothes apart from my underwear. With her fingers still twined in my hair, she moved down to my neck. I didn’t even know that that was an erogenous area on me, but I started making rather embarrassing squealing noises at how good it felt. It very nearly tickled, but in an amazingly good way.
I forgot to mention that all the time she was doing what I’ve described, her hips were rolling so that her jeans clad crotch was rubbing all over my cock, through the thin fabric of my boxers. And together with her shifting her lips to my neck, I felt almost on the brink of orgasm. I started murmuring, o god suki stop i’m going to cum in my pants. She grinned at this and started grinding all the harder. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. All my requests for her to cease were ignored as she ground me to an almost painful orgasm. Once she had humiliated me she stood and inspected my dampened underwear.
“I think that we’d better get you out of those wet things,” she smirked again. I followed her meekly to her bedroom.
Her room was pretty stark. Just a single bed with a white duvet cover, a wardrobe, a bookcase mostly full of textbooks, and a desk with shelves of folders above it. I hadn’t immediately pegged her as the type to keep an immaculate room. I had imagined oriental throws, psychedelic posters and the commingled odours of sweat, pot and incense. My thwarted expectations put me on the left foot.
She yanked down my boxers, leaving me nude. I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror on the wardrobe and started. the long lean body of the high school hockey superstar, pubes choked with the cum that had been forced out of him, meekly letting this odd looking creature lead him around as she chose. The sight was unutterably erotic. I lay face down as she directed me, feeling my sensitised cock against the bed sheets which were cold crisp cotton. She leaned over and kissed my ear lobe.
“That was so hot.”
“I can’t believe you made me come in my pants. I don’t usually come off so soon.
“Don’t worry, I liked it. you weren't able to control yourself. I kind of get off on that.”
“So I can see.” And I could. Her pelvis was twitching and rolling seemingly beyond her control and her nipples stood out through her shirt. I reached out to stroke them and was rewarded by a hissed intake of breath.
“Keep going. continue. Show me how creative you can be.”
I unbuttoned the prim white blouse and saw that her slim firm tits were braless underneath. I touched her nipples with the tips of my fingers, and then rolled them in my fingertips. I pulled the shirt off the rest of the way as one found its way into my mouth. She seemed to be holding back her reaction, Trying to control her breath as she had denied me control of my orgasm.
She cupped my balls firmly, almost in a proprietorial fashion. Her fingers curled round to massage underneath. It felt odd, but I kind of liked it.
My eyes shot open as her finger began to circle my arsehole. My whole body started bucking as she slid inside me. The actual sensation was kind of bizarre, not exactly pleasurable, unless I’d just not learned to register it as pleasure yet.
“Uh... aah... what are you doing?” She gazed at me, her head tilting to one side. She didn’t stop what she was doing with her finger, not until I grabbed her wrist. “I’m not sure about that. I’m just not a fingers up the ass kind of guy.” She lolled back on the bed. She looked shocked and a little sad.
“We don’t have to do that, if you’re not comfortable. I’d like to though, if you wanted to try again...”
“It’s really weird that you get off on this.”
“No, it really isn’t.”
“Well, none of the girls I’ve fucked have wanted to fuck me back.” My voice sounded high and whiny and I hated the sound of myself, but I felt like if I stopped I’d be letting my guard down. And I was too scared to do that. (I realised that later.)
“I understand how you feel. There’s a first time for everything.”
“Not for this.” I grabbed my underwear and yanked them on. She sighed heavily.
"I'm going to bed."
"Good night."
I walked back to the bedroom, but stopped off in the bathroom on the way. I didn't want to get into bed with my brother sporting the huge boner currently pressing into my waistband. I stared at myself in the mirror. There I was, all six foot one of me, pride of my parents and school, lust object of flatteringly many girls, reduced to a gibbering wreck by a strange lady's finger up my arse. I didn't know quite what to make of myself. I reached for my cock and started to stroke, but the images crossing my mind didn't soothe me. Suki, introducing finger after finger into me. Tonguing my arsehole like in that lesbian porno I'd seen. Sliding a butt plug into me and making me eat her pussy. Having her musky slit slathered over my face as my cum arced into the air. I watched as the lusty eyed young man in the mirror wiped the cum off his abs. Having a wank had taken the edge off, but I still felt horny. I also felt tired, and I knew that I was still drunk enough so I'd fall asleep quickly. I lay down in the dark and listened to Trey's slow deep breathing. Usually I can tell him about anything, but I wanted to keep this secret. Not because it was embarrassing, but because it was a treasure I wanted to keep close to my heart. I woke up with her face in my mind. But she had gone to work, and Trey was keen to hit a greasy spoon to ease his hangover. As we walked down I managed to keep up with his light conversation, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. I cursed that moment where my fear had overcome my lust. I would be going home tomorrow, and who knows who would be occupying her room the next time I came here. My only hope was to see her again tonight: and from what had been said the night before, there was no guarantee that she would be able to receive me again.
Being who I am comes with a lot of baggage. My parents have always emphasised the importance of appearance. In that room, it hadn't mattered for an hour that hadn't felt like an hour. I was on her bed, moaning and doing everything she asked of me. Well, almost everything. If only i hadn't been such a coward. I ate my eggs, moodily. Thankfully
Trey was miserable with his hangover and didn't make any attempt to cut through my funk.
It was obvious what I had to do. If I had the luck to see her again.
When we came home from the greasy spoon, I listened to the emptiness of the house, trying to hear if she was there. Nope. I listened disconsolately to Trey discussing our plans for tonight (some film at an indie cinema). He cocked his head and looked at me.
"Everything ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Hungover" I added, suddenly inspired. He grinned and nodded.
"I thought a film would be about right for this evening. How about a curry for before?"
"Sounds good." I put on a smile.
When we got back, she still wasn't there. I tried to accept that I wouldn't see her, probably ever again. We went to bed.
I heard one soft knock at the door. I snapped to attention like a dog.
I opened the door. She just stood there for a moment. Then she inclined her head, the way she had during my time of unsureness the night before. I nodded.
That almost impossibly wide grin seared my retinae. She took my hand and led me back to her room. Her strong, thin hand, wrapped around mine, seemed to pulse..
"I have an idea. Why don't you fuck my arse first, so you get the idea?" My face must have reflected the mix of joy, disbelief and confusion in my brain. "I mean it. I've been thinking about how you must have felt last night. And it reminded me of my first experience of anal. I got fucked by this beautiful bi guy who loved getting fucked. He let me do him first."
"That sounds... interesting."
"Understatement. Anyway..." She pulled me close to her, and started kissing my neck again. The influx of blood to my crotch made it feel like it was on fire with flickering fumes rippling over my flat stomach where she dragged her fingers.
"How's your refractory period?"
"Nonexistent."
"Excellent." I felt the same fear, but now I could deal with it. And I knew what my reward would be if I pushed through it. She pulled off my shirt, and pulled her long sleeved t over her own head. Her tits made my mouth water, full and round and capped with thick brown nipples. I made bold to take one in my mouth and suck firmly, sliding my hands down her waist to remove her sweatpants. I slid my fingers along her slit to moisten them and started rubbing her clit. With my other hand I clutched the back of her head, pushing her deeper into my kisses. She had been on my mind all day and night. I wasn't going to go easy on her, but happily, judging from the noises she was making, the wetness of her pussy and the way she was rotating her torso, pulling one nipple out of my eager mouth only to replace it with the other every few seconds, she was nothing loath. Her wet nipples on my cheeks felt delicious. The whole tenor of this evening was different. I wasn't afraid. I was going to take her up the arse and then after that I didn't give a fuck.
Soon she took and held a deep breath, and her little clit began leaping spasmically against my fingers. She gasped and started shuddering in my arms. I shifted my attentions from her nipples to her lips and held her close. We lay like that for a few minutes. Then I returned my hand to her soaking wet pussy and gently slid my fingers in. Then, I moved them down to her twitching, puckered arsehole. I watched her face as I circled round the way she had done to me, and was rewarded with a grin. I returned it as I slid the tip of one finger inside.
"That's right. One by one. You'll need more lube than what I'm making though." She flipped open the door of her cabinet and handed me a pump bottle. I pumped a generous amount straight onto her and continued to stretch her slowly. She grabbed my wrist and squeezed if I was going too fast. Her arse gripped me tighter and tighter with every finger I added. Finally I had all four inside, and began fucking her slowly.
"I'm ready for your cock now, Ed."
"Well, it's ready for you.” I pulled off my boxers and gripped myself, showing her my precum-moistened cockhead. She touched her tongue to it, tasting me, a sight that made my balls bunch into my body.
I reached into the cabinet for condoms, but just beside them, I saw a small, steel buttplug. I shrugged and pulled it out.
"I want you to put it in for me." She made a little chirruping sound of glee. I hadn't imagined this imposing woman could be kittenishly cute, but she kept surprising me.
"Lie on your front." I went one better, bending over on all fours. The next thing I felt made me gasp: her tongue. Licking all over my hole and taint as she cupped my balls. Her hand felt cool and slick; she must have lubed it up. I couldn't do anything but moan and try to hold my cum and her hand wrapped round my cock and her tongue speared into my arse. It was followed by cold, lubricated steel.
"Just concentrate on relaxing."
I did, and was rewarded by a sudden fullness and heaviness. It felt weird, but as I straightened up, I decided I liked it. I squeezed around it and felt it move against my sweet spot.
"Mmm..."
"Mmm is right. For the amount I spent on the damn thing."
"So Suki, how much of your budget goes on ass toys?" For the first time in the 30ish hours I'd known the woman, she looked a little coy. I grabbed the lube and added a little more to my sheathed cock. "Turn over." For all she had liked playing the domme before, she sure flipped over fast, revealing the lovely sight of her vermillion slit and brownish pinkish hole above. I lined myself up behind her. I had my eyes on the prize, as it were, but I couldn't resist sliding my cock into her pussy. Just to add a bit more lubrication. I thrilled at the way this activity now counted as foreplay for the main act. It felt sublime around me, but I pulled out and applied my cock to her arsehole. I clenched around the warming steel inside me and pushed. And pushed some more. I reached under, pinching her nipple a little. Then all of a sudden I was inside. Her tight, muscular ring gripped my cock almost painfully. She pushed at my stomach gently.
"Start fucking me with just the first inch or so, and gradually increase." I obeyed. pushing deeper inside until I was all the way in her, with my balls feeling the heat of her pussy. She turned to kiss me. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, but then retreated, wanting to contrast the delicacy of my kiss with the ferocity with which I was beginning to fuck her arse. I had begun slowly, but with the encouragement of her pulsing hips, I was soon slamming into her nether hole as hard as I would fuck a cunt. And she loved it. She pushed back even harder, pushing my hips back so that she could reach her clit. As she rubbed herself, her fingers fluttered against my balls. The plug in my own arse had heated, and every squeeze felt like a miniature orgasm. I couldn’t hold off any longer. My cum exploded inside her, seemingly milked out of me by her own orgasm. I collapsed forward, but had the presence of mind to pull my weight off her almost at once. Always the gentleman.
“You have no idea how good that felt.”
“I have a feeling that I soon will.”
She chuckled, a sound that seemed to ripple deliciously over my sensitised body. We snuggled together, after a brief interlude cleaning up at the small sink installed in the corner. Perhaps it was weird to feel a sudden glow of gratitude towards my mum and dad for their bedroom sink obsession, but I did.
She opened her cupboard door and revealed a tableau which reminded me of the postcard Trey sent me from Amsterdam a year or two ago, featuring a display in a sex shop window. I recognised dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, whips, but the use of some of the other implements eluded me. She chuckled at my expression. She took out a vibrator about the size of an index finger and said “Let’s try this...”
I lay back on my belly with my knees spread. A soft buzzing was followed by a delicious fluttering around my sensitised hole. She pushed it firmly against my perineum and reached through to stroke my dripping cock once more. When she slid her precum-lubed finger against the frenulum, I squeaked and jerked, at the slightly too-intense stimulation.
"You mentioned that you liked to er, turn the tables." I have no idea why I said it, but the opportunities that phrase opened were tantalising.
"Did I, now?"
"C
an I see your cock?"
"Of course!" she said with a squeak of joy in her voice. She opened her cupboard of delights again and began laying dildos out on the bed for me to peruse. There were five in all, varying in size.
"I think this one. To begin with." It was quite a bit smaller than my own, both in length, and more importantly girth. In fact, it was only slightly larger at the base than the steel plug I already had inside me. I wondered what it might be like to go for a run with it in. It might be a problem concealing the enormous erection it would surely give me, not to mention the dampness of precum on my shorts.
"I really like this butt plug."
"You can't keep it." she whispered in my ear. She slid her hand along my arm, to the dildo in my hand. She took it from me and pushed it through the O-ring in the middle of the harness she wore. I wondered how many people she'd fucked with it. She was about to have one more. I bent over and presented my arse to her, mirroring the posture that she had displayed to me before. I looked round and lifted my eyebrows a fraction.
She took hood of the plug's base and pulled it gently. It slid from me, slowly. I sighed at the sudden feeling of emptiness. The contrast was delicious. I heard the sound of the pump mechanism of the lube bottle, and then squeezed my ass involuntarily at the feeling of cold lube.
"Finger my ass first."
"Don't say ass, dear, it's a ghastly Americanism."
"Don't be racist." I pouted at her, my voice raising to a moan as her slim fingers entered me. I felt her gradually increase the stretch as I had done. I felt incredibly vulnerable. It was weird to be on the receiving end after fucking her in this manner less than an hour before. I had a new found respect for Suki as well as the women I'd fucked before her. Usually sex is a time when I feel less conscious than usual. I'm so focused on the presence of a hot naked girl, her soft skin and hot cunt or mouth around my dick, the sound of her moaning and the taste of her cunt. I wasn't used to having epiphanies in these situations. But, as she said, there's a first time for everything.
