by Nikki Sins
I held my tongue deep inside Melanie’s asshole for a full ten seconds, wiggling it around a bit and loosening it up for what I hoped was to come next.
And sure enough, just seconds after I finally let my tongue slide out of her asshole, she turned her upper body towards me and looked at me with a mischievous grin.
“Now that you got my asshole all nice and wet and loose, what are you going to do with it?” she said.
“I don’t know,” I replied, returning her grin. I stood up so I was towering over her, my cock resting atop her perfect little ass. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“I want you to stick your hard cock in it and fuck my ass until I cum,” Melanie said, her eyes full of need.
“Is that right?” I said, just playing with her at this point.
I love it when Melanie talked dirty to me and I always tried to get as many words out of her as I could, even at the expense of immediate gratification. After all, letting one’s excitement level get too high is a sure sign of a short session. The key lasting longer in bed is to maintain a lid on your excitement, to keep a handle on it, so to speak.
Melanie nodded.
“And what are you going to do for me if I give you what you want?” I said, grinding my hips slowly against her, my cock riding the crack of her ass and my balls pressing against her asshole.
“Anything you want,” she said between deep breaths.
“Anything?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
“Anything,” she repeated, more desperately this time. “Fuck my ass and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“All right,” I said as I grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her asscheek a couple of times. “But I’m going to hold you to that, okay?”
Biting down on her bottom lip, Melanie nodded.
I stared down at her sexy face, made even more attractive by the desperation painted on it, and slid my cock into her asshole. My excitement level was off the charts, partially because of my cock in Melanie’s asshole, and partially because I had her thinking I was doing her a favor but giving her exactly what I had been seeking all along. It was the best of both worlds.
At first, I didn’t even move. I was so fascinated by the look of my cock planted halfway in her ass all I could do was stare at it. Not to mention the fact that it felt like if I moved even a little bit I was going to cum instantly. Something about the psychological impact of fucking Melanie in the ass had me right at the point of orgasm. I figured it was the taboo as much as the physical sensation that was threatening to spill me over.
Melanie sensed (not to mention, felt) my trepidation. She looked back at me and saw my face and uttered an evil-sounding laugh. “Is my tight little asshole too much for you to handle?” she said, gently taunting me. “Are you going to bust your load without even having the chance to fuck my ass proper?”
I didn’t answer. It was taking all my concentration just to avoid doing exactly what she was talking about. Melanie’s asshole was so tight, and the pressure was so much more intense than vaginal sex—her sphincter muscles seemed to squeeze every part of my cock at the same time, providing constant stimulation—that I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out for. I felt like if I moved at all I was done for.
And then she started slowly moving her ass back against me.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as she worked my cock deeper and deeper into her asshole.
“Do you like that?” she asked. “Do you like the feel of your cock in my asshole?”
“I fucking love it,” I said.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Melanie said. “So tight and tense and nasty.”
This time I just nodded my head. I was afraid to speak.
“Give it to me deeper,” she said. “I want to feel your cock deep in my asshole.”
Figuring I didn’t have much time left anyway, I bit the bullet, pushing my hips forward, forcing my cock further into her asshole.
Melanie let out a little gasp, followed by a low moan of pleasure. “Just like that,” she said softly, mostly to herself. “Fuck that tight asshole with that hard cock of yours.”
My cock was working in and out of her asshole now, moving fairly quickly but not penetrating her too deeply. It was disappearing about halfway in before I was forced to pull it back out but the way things were going that was more than enough.
Melanie had dropped her head to the bed, altering the angle of penetration a bit and giving an even better look at her ass.
“Holy fucking shit,” she said, groaning with every thrust. Her breath was ragged and her voice was high pitched. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna fucking cum!”
So I continued fucking her asshole at the same pace, a nice, solid rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, not too deep but not too shallow. I was ready to cum too but forced myself to hold out until she did. It was the least I could do. But she had to hurry.
Luckily for me she did, cumming shortly afterwards, her entire body shaking as a high-pitched scream escaped from her throat.
A few seconds later, I came too, pulling my cock out of her asshole and shooting my seed all over her back, drenching it in white, a couple of the bursts reaching her neck.
“Goddamit that was fucking good,” Melanie said, flipping onto her back.
“Hell yeah it was,” I said, dropping onto the bed next to her.
“You liked it, huh?” she said.
“I fucking loved it,” I replied. “I only wish I could have lasted longer with my cock in your ass.”
“Next time,” she said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. “Next time I’ll get more warmed up before hand and get some lubed involved. That should loosen things up a bit and let you fuck my ass for a while longer before cumming all over me.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, marveling once again at my luck in someone finding Melanie.
“You ready for a shower?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Are you?”
She nodded. We stood up.
“Did you decide what you want me to do for forcing you to stick your cock in my ass?” Melanie asked as we made our way to the bathroom.
“Actually, I did,” I said.
“And what was it?”
“You’ll find out after we get ourselves all cleaned up,” I said, flashing her a grin.
“What about dinner?” she said.
“That can wait.”
“It’s that good, huh?” Melanie said, peering at me with one eyebrow raised.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “It’s a doozy.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
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MY DIRTY COLLEGE ROOMMATE
I think whenever people experiment, it’s usually in college. Clothing styles, haircuts, drugs, sex, whatever. College is the time all of us remember as having no reservations, no real responsibilities or concerns. You can try whatever you want and it’s okay, simply because it’s college. It’s like a free pass into whatever worlds you are curious about.
On this particular evening, I was curious about Linda. Linda was my roommate my senior year. We had an apartment near campus. She had dropped out of school about ten years before but stayed put and kept renting the other bedroom to college students. I had met her while waitressing to pay the bills and I moved in soon after. Linda had experience like no else I had ever met. Not just life experience, but sexual experience. She would know a guy for less than a day but if he was the right height, build, and had a southern accent, she’d blow him in the car as he drove her home. She’d swallow too! She was a little hard around the edges from years of men who didn’t know how to treat a woman, or just didn’t care, but that made her all the more soft and gentle when she did let you in her private world. As roommates we had grown to love each other as good friends do. I didn’t want to mess that up or have it be weird. That’s why for the year we had been roommates each off-handed comment about her having a man over and my joining them was met with
my short laugh, walking into my room, turning the music on and then lowering the volume as they began to groan so I hear just enough to help me reach that wonderful warm, wet explosion between my legs when they did, even if I did have to get it from something that used 2 D batteries and a fumbling left hand with a wall in between so that I wouldn’t have to worry about things being awkward when the booze wore off and daylight hit.
Tonight though, things were different. Linda had met a man who she felt was perfect. He was a trucker, gone most of the time and didn’t mind at all sharing her with whoever she wanted to get to know physically. He loved her as she was and she was grateful to find a man who didn’t hit her when he got pissed off but was still willing to spank her ass at least twice a day. They were a match made in, well, the trucker dive restaurant where she waited tables on the graveyard shift so she could take a quick break to the restroom or anyone’s car for a quickie whenever she felt like it. TJ had asked her to marry him and move back home with him to Tennessee. She had decided that any other man either wouldn’t put up with her current lifestyle or they would have that mean temper she had grown so used to, so she agreed. Boxes were packed. Most of the kitchen and living room went into my new apartment across town along with my bedroom furniture. The only things left in our apartment were the few items she felt she had to pack at the last minute. The television, DVD player loaded with her favorite girl on girl porn, her king size bed, and a small suitcase with a change of clothes, an extra pair of panties, her vibrator, few more choice DVDs and a bath towel.
I had brought over two bottles of red wine to toast her new found happiness and we sat on the bed drinking and talking about all the crazy things that had happened to us over the year we lived together. We had grown close and that friendship was about to end. You never mean for it to, but it always does. No one stays in touch across the country, not with new husbands and lives. At least, I knew that wasn’t me and I was losing my dear friend who I had grown to admire and respect so much.
Well, if she was leaving then I wanted the two things that I had been secretly wanting since we met. I wanted to learn how to strip and I wanted to see if she could bring me the greatest orgasm I had ever had. Many a man had left our apartment blown away by her talents and I knew that she had been with women as well as men. Could she do the same for me? Could she leave me going home with a “sure am glad I came over tonight” stupid smile and not much else?
The second bottle of wine had a good dent in it when I felt brave enough to say, “You know how you offered to teach me to strip? I’d like to learn before you leave. Who knows if I will ever meet another ex-stripper who can teach me how to really do it, not just one who’s found a way to get off rubbing against a pole.” Linda laughed and said “We don’t have a pole but I can show you how to do a floor dance and a lap dance if you’d like.” “That could probably come in handy,” I replied and she hopped off the bed onto the floor.
I don’t really remember all the instructions that came along with it but I do remember how she moved like she was the most sexual creature in the world. Her physical appearance didn’t matter. She owned anyone watching, including me. She was rocking and grinding and twisting in ways that made my lower half heat up and my nipples hard. She knew where this was going. I didn’t move off the bed for fear she would smell how much I wanted her at that moment. She just kept dancing for me. Fully clothed at first, then she slowly peeled out of her shorts. Dancing in her shirt, bra and panties. Her ass was perfect. Waitressing and quickies had kept her in shape and toned. Her hands were touching her body as she danced. Strippers knew exactly how to turn you on as you watched, they had to if they wanted to eat well. Linda was no exception. I had not known her when she worked the clubs and had never before seen how amazing her body was and that look in her eyes that told me she wanted this as much as I did but she was going to make me wait for it.
Next, the shirt was unbuttoned one at a time and she was dancing around in her black lace bra and panties with her shirt over her shoulders like a cape swaying behind her. It was beautiful. Then, the show took a turn. She went to the TV and began to play the DVD in the background. “I need music for this part.” The video did provide music but also the moans and pleasure sounds of the two perfect women who were about to take turns on one another’s best parts. Linda dropped the shirt on that end of the bed, so that I was watching her and the two girls in the background. She knew exactly where this was going and knew that if I was going to chicken out, it would have been right then. She was good.
Seeing that this was not going to stop anytime soon, she handed me my wine glass, poured some, drank it down and then refilled it for me this time. “While you watch the show.” As she handed me the glass with her left hand, my crotch shot up to attention. There was a pressure different from that of just pent up excitement. When she reached for the wine, she also grabbed her vibrator and stuck it in between my legs with her right hand as she handed me the glass with her left. That sneaky bitch. It wasn’t on, yet, but it was pushing against me in the just the wrong spot. I drank half the glass, licked my lips, and moved my right leg to get more comfortable with the piece of plastic that was causing me to soak through my cotton panties. Linda took that as a good sign—which it was—and continued to slowly lose her bra and panties. At that point I had finished the wine and she leaned over me with her breasts an inch from my lips. I wanted to reach out and bite her nipple but I was nervous and clearly not the one in control of this situation. “Lap dance time. If I’m going to teach you, we need to make it fun for me too.” She took the vibrator and turned it on and had me hold it between my legs. My hand was wrapped around it but the vibrations could be felt going from the back of thumb to my crotch that my hand was right against and I was doing everything I could to keep a straight face and my breathing in check. Hell, I was trying to remember to breathe. I so badly wanted to move my hand and put that fabulous plastic dick on my clit and in my wet, hot hole that was clearly begging for something to fill it. But again, I wasn’t the one running the show and I didn’t want to risk breaking her rhythm and having this end before both of us were spent. We had ten hours before she left town and I was hoping at least a couple of them would be with us both naked and cumming together.
She began my turning her naked back to me. Then, she leaned over at the waist and began moving her ass up and down. It was touching the vibrator, which was on and touching her right back, so the lap dance wasn’t quite authentic but it was doing exactly what we both hoped it would. She clenched her ass and had the tool surrounded by her soft, firm flesh and carried it with her as she went up and down an inch or so. I had to struggle to hold my hand in place and not just let her take the toy with her. I was also struggling to keep it close enough to my crotch that some of the wonderful movement the toy made was getting to my soaking wet lips, even if through the back of my thumb.
Linda’s inner thighs were shining. She was so wet that she was beginning to glisten. She had her ass near my crotch, wrapped around a vibrating dildo, and her face was staring right at the screen of the two women who were now finger-fucking one another. She unclenched, moved back just a touch and sat right on the toy. It slipped in so quickly that I had barely noticed what happened when the top of my fist was wet from hitting her cunt. I was still holding on to the vibrator and now, I was holding the key to her happiness. I finally got a clue and began to move my fist slowly and up and down so she no longer had to balance and negotiate the action. The wine was kicking in and I wanted to make her cum so that she would do the same for me but we needed to move so I could watch her face and her tits. I slowly and gently took the dildo in my hand and moved it to the right. She followed while it still was inside her. She moved to the right of me and was kneeling on the bed with my hand between her slick legs and the plastic shaft barely visible sticking out of her cunt. I pushed on one leg so that she began to turn over. Now, she was on her back and my hand was holding the speeding dick in her. I turned the base and the toy
began to buzz on high and she yelped. I pulled it out of her, turned it off, looked at it, and brought it to my mouth. I looked at her and she nodded. I tasted the tip. It was magnificent. I pushed it far into my mouth to get as much of her juice as I could. She lay there, spread eagle and watching me. I pulled the cock out of my mouth, spread her pussy lips apart and lay it right on her clit. Then, I turned it on. Slowly. She let out a soft moan and I felt my own sweet spot begging for my panties to be removed and get some of that plastic! I began to move the toy up and down, from the top of her clit to her asshole. Stopping at her pussy to make her think I was going to enter her, but then I would move on. She was loving every second of it.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The girls screams of ecstasy were in the background and I was about to burn a hole through my panties. I wanted her to cum and cum now! I took the vibrator and pushed it into her, hard. Then I began pounding it against her and I leaned over and brought my tongue to her clit. She gasped. Her moans began to form words. “Yes. God, Yes,” Each word got louder as I got more violent. The vibrator got turned up to high, the ramming became more intense and my licking became nibbling and slurping and rubbing my tongue, chin, nose, whatever facial parts I could get deep onto her clit. It was being pushed back and forth as fast as I could while my shoulder and arm worked the plastic as deep into her as it would go. She began to cry out. “More, yes, more!” I was getting to be exhausted but her tension was building my tension and as I felt her shudder with release, my fingers became wet again and my own crotch began to shake. I was cumming with her even though no one was touching me. Now that is impressive.
When I thought her moment was done, I softly kissed her clit and turned off the buzzing toy. I smiled up at her. She smiled back. “You’re turn.” My pussy again began to shake and I didn’t think it would take anything more than a touch to get me to the point of having nothing left. She turned me around, took the toy, kissed me on the mouth and said, “Don’t think. Just relax.” I had a view of the two girls on the TV kissing each other hard and the top of Linda’s head as she and the plastic slipped below my waistline and pulled my miniskirt up. The cotton panties were moved to the side and all hell broke loose. There were fingers, a plastic cock and a tongue that couldn’t be made sense out of. All I knew was that I was about to cum like there was no tomorrow and my good friend was about to give me a night that I remember when I’m in the sack with a guy who just can’t quite figure it out. It was so good just thinking about it gets me off, even to this day. God, I love college!
