my two partners (part three).

Emily

“Hey, I’ve got to get home to my girlfriend, but... would you want to grab lunch sometime?”
“Sure!  I’d like to pick your brain.  If that’s okay with you.”
“Cool.  Find me on Facebook?”

I easily do, by searching a couple of the bands I’ve seen Scott play in.  I send him a friend request immediately from my phone.  What a cool potential contact for all things musical.  I smile to myself.  He’s good looking, too.  I wonder what his girlfriend looks like.
I turn back towards the bar, eager to socialize, having to paw my way through the crowd of people to get to it.  Mainly, because most are quite a bit taller than I am.  I don’t drink much, but at least there’s space over there.  I swipe the stubborn curl of hair away from my eyes, keeping them peeled for people I know.  The good thing about coming out to shows alone, is that you don’t necessarily have to leave that way.  
I see a group of musicians my age, some of whom I recognize from the band, Folly.  “Hey, Johnny!”  I call out, through the noise.  His eyes light up when he sees me.  He’s short, with a small frame, but has a cute face.  And is super nice.  Actually, he reminds me of a nicer version of an old boyfriend of mine, so I feel comfortable around him.  
“Hey, Emily!  How’s it going?”
“Good!  Good.  Keeping busy.  You?  Hey, Jer.”  I turn from Johnny up to Jeremy, the older, tall, super hot guitarist.  His dark, tousled hair falls attractively over one of his eyes.    
“Hey,” he only responds.
“Like the show?”  Johnny continues.
“Yeah!  I’ve seen some of the musicians before.  The new stuff was good, though!”
“Totally.  We have some new stuff in the works, too.”
“Yeah?  Any gigs coming up?”  Another guy from the band notices me and waves, but doesn’t come over.  I think his name is Alex.  
“This Friday we have one at The Cave,” he suggests.
“Cool!  Maybe I’ll stop by!”
“Great!  It should be really good.  The headliner is amazing!”
“Awesome!”  I move my lips closer to his ear so that he can hear me better.  Also, for other reasons.  “What are you guys doing after?”
“Friday?”
“No, tonight!”
“Oh!  Just hanging here, I think.”
“I think my brother has some people over.  You guys can come over, if you want.  I’m leaving soon.”
“Oh.  Okay!”  He leans over to Jeremy, shouting in his ear.  Jeremy shakes his head, gesturing with his thumb a couple times.  Darn.  The other guys can’t seem to hear him, or are pretending not to.  “Looks like the guys are in for an early night.  But, I’ll come!”
“Yeah?”
“For sure!”
“Okay, great.  I brought my parent’s car.”

I park in the driveway, noticing that the gas is almost on empty.  Crap.  I can use the car most nights, as long as I don’t do exactly what I just did.  Oops.  Oh, well.  Nothing I can do about it right now.  
I lead Johnny towards the separate entrance, up to mine and my brother’s apartment.  It’s technically still in my parent’s house, but feels like a completely stand alone, two bedroom apartment.  And, a nice one at that.  A couple stragglers from a get together of Kyle’s are still there, playing foozeball.  I introduce Johnny to my brother, and we snack on some chips, while chatting to him.  Kyle’s a great brother.  Never gives me a hassel about anything.  I crash the foozeball game for a few points, but Johnny doesn’t seem to want to play.  I don’t think sports are his thing.
“Want to watch a movie?”
“Sure!”  I lead him towards my bedroom, giving him a brief tour.  I show him band posters of shows I’ve worked on; I’m even in one of them, as a model.  “Cool!”  He replies.  “You look great.  Not that you don’t always look great.”    
“Uhh... thanks?”  I joke, and he laughs.  
“I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not.  You’re adorable.”  And, for a moment, I see that he is.  I shut the door quietly, and walk back over to him.  I put my arms on his shoulders, resting there, almost directly across from where I stand.  I smile, and lean in for a kiss.  He reciprocates immediately, opening his mouth around mine.  His mouth is smaller than mine, I think.  I’ve never kissed a smaller mouth, other than Tanya’s.  His face is soft like hers, too, and I wonder if he could grow a beard if he tried.  
He backs me towards the bed, and I slowly reach back for it, bringing him down with me.  He mustn’t weight more than ninety pounds, so I recklessly pull his small frame on top of me.  I groan, kissing him on the mouth, and pressing my pelvis into his.  My pussy already feels like a waterfall; my partners always comment on it.  Maybe it’s part of why I get off so easily.  In which case, I thank whoever’s up there for my wet pussy.  
I press my small tits into him as well; I’m not wearing a bra, so I feel my nipples already hardening underneath the thin material of my blouse.  I wrap my legs around his hips, and I feel his erection through our clothes as well.  My pussy floods, and I reach down to take off my pants, so that I don’t get them wet.  My panties are already soaking through, so I peel them off, too.  I pull the back of his shirt up, and he helps me lift it over his head.  His torso is small, but attractively lean, and I hope for the best as I unbuckle his belt.  I move beside him now, as I pull it out; and think, not bad for a smaller guy!  Maybe seven inches, with a decent girth, and a clean look.  He feels my loose tits through my billowy blouse, as I get on my knees in front of him, starting to tease the tip with my tongue.  
I taste the salt of his day on him, as I liberally flick the tip with my wide, soft tongue.  I feel a drip of saliva fall from it already, and picture the same happening to the moisture from my bush.  I don’t dare touch myself yet, for I want to save it for when I get on top.  I run my wet tongue over the creases of his head, even making the very tip of my tongue hard and pointy, and trying to get inside the little hole.  He moans the entire time, making it impossible to tell what exact movements he really likes, but I don’t think that I’ll need to much nuance, or that he’ll have much trouble coming.  Something tells me he doesn’t get to fuck terribly often.  I remove my blouse, because things are about to get very messy.  
I take the earthy tasting thing completely in my wet mouth, gripping the base tightly in my fist as I do so.  Fellating a guy only makes me all the wetter, and on cue, I begin to feel myself moisten the sheets.  Similarly, I move my drooling lips up and down the shaft, moisture dripping from them, all over my gripping hand and his lap, making the blowjob a satisfyingly slurpy mess.  Just before he buckles down too hard, I reach to my wallet for a condom.  I rip it open with my teeth, sheath his erection, and continue taking him into my mouth for another brief round.  The taste of the condom has a bizarre effect on me, making me wish I was surrounded by it.  Completely covered in latex, with only a hole beneath me, exposing my dark bush.  With that thought, I climb on top, a knee on either side of him.
He slides in almost too easily, and I immediately begin to work myself over his nicely sized dick.  In an ideal environment, I’d be crying out, but I’ve trained myself to come in almost complete silence.  When I hit a good rhythm, bouncing over him seamlessly, and from the exact angle, I only have to flick my clit for a second before the first one comes.  Yes!  I slow down for a moment, grinding my hips into his, letting my weight fall on top of his full, impressive length.  He moans, but I put a hand over his mouth to stifle it.  
“Don’t come yet,” I add, hopefully.  He nods, but I don’t know how much longer he can hang on.  Some guys can’t keep it hard enough for me to come, let alone maintaining it over a longer enough period of time before coming themselves.  I peg him as an early ejaculator, so I cut right to the finale. 
I get on my feet in a squatting position, centering my weight, so that I only need my hands to adjust my balance.  I start moving over it, and with his cock rubbing my g-spot now, I furiously massage my clit.  Oh, god.  Right there.  Here it comes.  I push, muscles contracting all at once, letting forth a gusher that probably shocks poor Johnny.  My eyes are closed in concentration, so I can only assume.  His cock stays there, allowing me to continue to work myself over it, resulting in the orgasm the gusher is leading up to.  I bite my tongue, groaning desperately through a clenched jaw, then open my eyes to absolute mayhem.  Everything is wet.  The sheets, Johnny’s bare chest, even some of his hair.  Thank whoever’s up there his clothes were on the floor.
His mouth doesn’t close the whole time, as I rip the wet sheets off the bed, and toss them in the corner.  I throw him a towel.

“So, how about that movie?”   

my two partners (part two).

Scott

I put on my suit jacket and lean onto the bar, eager to get a beer before I have to be onstage.  I scan the crowded, dimly lit room for my bandmates, not that I’d necessarily recognize them; I haven’t even played with three of them before, besides a quick rehearsal beforehand.  I’ll be using charts, as I’m similarly unfamiliar with the tunes, but it’s all part of the job.  Watch, and learn.  I can’t make the guys out in the throng, anyway; not a bad attendance for a corporate fund raiser.  
However, my eye does go to a certain girl’s face.  Kind of heart shaped, with fair skin, a small mouth, and dark, intense eyes.  I’ve definitely seen her before at shows, and I’m reminded of my mandate from Meaghan to find and approach cute women.  So far, has been a tough go.  All the girls we know that are interested, are currently in exclusive relationships.  I had Meaghan approach women for a while, even create an online profile for herself, but I was never into anyone she showed me.  Maybe I’m just picky.  Maybe I’m not as into this threesome thing as she is.  Or maybe, I’ve already got the perfect woman.  So, she encouraged me to take the reins, from now on.
The girl approaches the bar, beside me.  I haven’t flirted in a while, but it’s like playing a song you learned in your youth.  “Need a drink?  I have a ticket that I’m not going to use.”
“Hmm?  Really?”            
“Yeah.  I usually give it to my girlfriend, but she isn’t here tonight.”
“Wow.  Thanks!”
“Are you here with anyone?”
“No.  I just, like to see a lot of shows.  Like, as many as possible.  I don’t mind going alone,” she says passionately, like it’s her job.  She makes a lot of eye contact when she speaks.
“Yeah, I feel like I’ve seen you around before...”
“Mm, hm.  I’ve seen you play a couple times.”
“You have!  That’s what I thought.  I’m Scott.”
“Emily.”
“Well, I’d better jet,”  I say, seeing my bandmates climb the stairs to the stage.  “You’ll be around after?”
“Yep!  Thanks for the drink!”        
“No problem!”  I call over my shoulder, retreating into the crowd, towards the stage.
“You talking to Emily?”  The drummer shouts to me, through the din.
“Just met her,” I call back.  “She seems nice.”  
“Yeah, she’s a fun girl.  I think she’s seeing like four people right now.  And, apparently, one of them’s a woman.”

After the set, I wipe my forehead, and descend from the stage, to find the elfish Emily hanging around it.  I’m getting a very youthful vibe off of her, as she brushes a curl of wavy short hair off her forehead.  Meaghan calls it a pixie cut, I think.
“Great set!’
“Thanks!  It was a lot of new music, but I think it sounded alright.”
“Yeah, I like this venue.  Great acoustics.”
“Are you into music?  Like, other than as a spectator?”
“Yeah, I studied Music History, Composition, Appreciation.  I might go for my PhD.”
“Oh, cool.”  I’ve never formally studied, myself.  But, that’s definitely the route to take, if you want to teach, say, at a university or college level.
“Well, we’ll see.  I’ve also been getting into production, tech-ing shows, and whatnot.”
“Awesome.  We definitely could use some more good techs in this city.”
“I’d also like to preform.  But, we’ll see.”
“Right.  What do you play?”
“Drums.  I’m a drummer.  Well, not professionally.”  I nod, letting her ramble.  She could be successful as a drummer, if she was any good.  People are eager to book female rhythm musicians.  Especially if they’re as cute as her.  Meaghan’s going to love her.
“Hey, I’ve got to get home to my girlfriend, but... would you want to grab lunch sometime?”
“Sure!  I’d to pick your brain.  If that’s okay with you.”
“Cool.  Find me on Facebook?”      

       

On the ride home from a bandmate, I search for her Facebook page on my phone, to see that she’s already requested my friendship.  Her age says twenty-two.  Quite the age gap for me; less so for Meaghan, who’s twenty-nine.  But, you would have to get someone kind of young and flighty to agree to a threesome.  Especially the kind that you have repeatedly.  And, sober.  I scan for a good pic to show Meaghan, but Emily’s a little Facebook shy.  Finally, I agree on one.  I’m a little excited.  This looks good.

“How was the gig?” 
I tell her about Emily, and we have some threesome inspired sex on the couch of our living room, in which Meaghan does what she does best: get me off.  I know regular, penis-in-vagina sex isn’t her favourite, but she sure is good at it.  My heart hurts a little every time, though, knowing that it isn’t getting her off, as well.  It feels selfish.  She tells me she enjoys having my cock in her, and she definitely looks and feels like she does, but I know she’s isn’t going to be happy unless she comes, too.  Which is why I always look forward to this part, when I can make her truly happy.  We turn out the lights; her arm is around me, my head resting on her shoulder.
“Do you want to get off before bed, baby?”
“Mmm, sure,” she purrs.  She never says no.  It’s one of the things I love about her sexuality.  Relentless.  She sleeps naked, so I start at her perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples already hard.  I grope them with one hand, thumbing her nipples back and forth.  
“What do you want me to talk about?”
“Mmm, anything,” she says, arching her back into my hand.  My main job in getting her off, is the talk.  She reaches to the bedside table to grab her vibrator.  I press my hips into her side, feeling myself getting hard again. 
“Do you want me to talk about Emily?”
“Mmm... how about Dirty Masseur?”  She loves Dirty Masseur.  When she gives me the option, usually I talk about something else, just to keep some interest and variance for myself, but when I need to make her come fast, Dirty Masseur is the go to.
“Okay...” I hum, clinically checking out her breasts.  “It seems like you have some tension here.  Do you mind if I touch you on your breasts?”
“Mmm, go ahead,” she sighs, placing the lubricated vibrator on her clit.  Instantly, I see her body relax.
“We need to work the nipples, too.  This will all help you relax, okay?” 
“Mmm, I trust you.”  
“Good.  Now, if it seems like I’m touching you in an odd place, just remember that I’m doing this for your own good, okay?
“Mmm.  Yeah.” 
“I’m doing this all to help you relax.”  I hear the vibe alternating rhythms on her clit, and when I let it bother me, I simultaneous feel relieved, and jealous of it.  I have an quick, easy job because of it, and it takes the pressure of off me to get her off with the vibe, but it buzzes in my ears my inability to do so on my own.  I’ve always been able to get girls off with my dick.  Meaghan does need me; she needs another type of stimulation, other than the vibrator, to make her come.  It can be porn when she’s alone, or the assistance of my presence, touch, or words.  And, I know just where to touch her, as well.
“Mmm,” she moans, bearing down in concentration.  My hand drifts down her side, to her hips and thighs, which she has raised, feet flat on the mattress.  I begin to knead her ass.
“Now, you have no idea how much tension people hold here,” I drone, as I massage her firm butt.  I retrieve my other arm from under her neck, and begin to jerk myself as I do it.  My erection is at full mast, and I feel ecstatic at even my own touch.  A bit of pre-come lubricates the strokes.  “Especially, here,” I continue, my fingers now grazing her asshole.  
“Ohh,” she groans, lost in the role play.  I’ve never met someone that loves dirty talk so much.  I love it, and I love her.
“Do you think you can relax here for me?”
“Ohh.  Yes.”
“Do you feel me touching the outside of your ass?  I know it feels odd, but don’t clench up for me, okay?  Just try to relax.”  I can feel her asshole pulsing, wanting me, wanting to open up.
“Yes.”
“That’s it.  Just like that.  Now, I’m just going to go inside just a little bit.”
“Mmm.”  I lick my finger, and rub her opening in little circles.  Almost like a masseur.  I feel her gorgeous hole reach out to me, drawing me in, and I follow, giving her a couple knuckles.  Just then, she bucks, curling forward, crying out.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Yes!”
“Mmm,” I moan happily, letting go of my cock with the other hand.  I continue to hug her side, fitting against every part of her silhouette, like a puzzle.  She laughs a little bit.  She’s never so happy, as when she’s just came.
“Thank you, my love.”
“Mmm, my pleasure, baby.”
“Are you... good?”  She asks, perhaps noticing my boner pressing against her side.  But, I’ve done exactly what I wanted.
“Oh, yeah, baby.  Go take a shower, then we’ll have a nice hug before bed.”
“Okay,” she smiles, kissing me about a dozen times on the lips, before leaving.  

I love it when she’s happy.  I love it so much. 

my two partners (part one).

Meaghan

“How was the gig?”

“Good.  I... met someone that you might be interested in tonight,”  Scott smiles, kicking his dress shoes off, loosening his tie, and putting his guitar case down.  Corporate gig.  He’s been a full time contract musician for a little while now, touring and recording with a handful of bands, as well.  At thirty-four, he’s finally able to whittle down his involvement with the music store down the street, teaching youngsters theory and the bass guitar, which has always supplemented his income.  

Scott’s been on the lookout for another woman for a while, and we’ve had some sexy potential candidates, but we’ve never come across anyone willing to actually go through with it.  Not only threesome sex, but developing a sort of relationship with us, that is.    

“Really,” I answer, raising my eyebrow.  I already feeling myself get a little jealous, picturing him flirting with her.  Her adoringly looking up at him on the stage, cutting through the crowd to talk to him afterwards.  But, it’s that dangerous feeling that draws me to it.  Also, my intense desire to sleep with a woman.  And, this is the only way I’ll get to, with Scott and I remaining in a committed, faithful relationship.  

“Yeah,” he says, sighing nonchalantly, and sitting down next to me on the couch.  He confidently leans, arms arched along its back, crossing his leg onto his knee.  I can see the guy I fell in love with for a moment; first fell in love with, I mean.  Charming, but with a little devil in him.  It’s exciting to see him looking a little saucy.

“Well, go on!”  I say, hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

“Well.  She’s a musician, small stature, short dark hair... really your type.”

“Hmm.  And she’s cute?”          

“Yep.  You’d really like her.  Her name is Emily.”

“Is she single?  Or...”

“I think she’s seeing both a guy, and a girl right now.”

“Wow.  Really.”  That’s almost ideal.  Someone who is exclusive to only one other partner, or two.  For me, it means that she won’t fall in love with Scott.  STD’s and STI’s become less of a problem, and there’s less potential for drama.  

“Mm hm.”

“Okay.  So...”

“So, I asked her if she wants to hang out.”

“Really?  And she said yes?”

“Of course,” he says jokingly, raising his eyebrows a couple times.  I laugh, hitting him again.  It’s true.  Forget about how cute this girl is for a minute; Scott’s so cute, he could pick up any girl he wants.  With his boyish, clean cut looks, he’s been known to dabble in bouts of multiple partners.  Between his serial monogamist relationships, he’s had his share of one night stands.  When we met, he had slept with five other girls that month.  But, we’ve been together a few years now.  Just the two of us.  

“You stud,” I tease, grabbing his cock through his slacks, perhaps a little too hard, perhaps a little on purpose.  I feel a burst of uncomfortable, though excitable energy, and I feel my face flush with confused emotion.  I want to sleep with a woman, but to do that, am I willing to also have Scott fuck her?  In front of me, no less?  His big, blue eyes flash in the lamplight, and his defined jaw skews so that he smiles his crooked, lusty smile.  He pulls me on top, straddling him so that my knees are on either side of him, on the couch.  He humps me hard a couple times, bouncing me on his lap.  I feel myself tense and moisten.  

“You like to think of me fucking another girl?”  He taunts.  I love when he tops in bed.

“Mmm.  Yeah.”             

“You’d like to see me give it to another girl?  Hmm?”  He grabs my ass with both hands, and presses his hips into mine aggressively.  He takes my face in one large hand, and kisses my deeply, liberally giving me his tongue.  I reach the bottom of my shirt, parting our mouths to lift it over my head.  His mouth moves wetly down my neck, to my shoulders, which he peels my bra straps off of.  I reach down, feeling his hardening cock through his pants, and begin rubbing it.  Scott flips the cups of my bra down, exposing my nicely shaped, firm, C cup breasts.  He’s always said I have perfect tits, and I’m very confident with them.  He licks the small pink nipples now, knowing how very sensitive they are, and I arch my back into his mouth.  My hand moves to unbuckle his belt, and access his fly.  I can feel his hard-on impatiently trying to get free, and I soon release the almost nine inch appendage, satisfyingly gripping the warm thing in my hand, beginning to jerk it.  

“You think she’d like my dick, baby?”

“You know she would.  All the girls like your big, thick cock, don’t they?”

“Yeah, baby.”

Our lips meet again, as he goes for the fly of my jeans.  I stand momentarily to wiggle them over my hips, and kick them off, onto our living room floor.  He does the same; getting comfortable by loosening his tie, and pulling his slacks and boxers down over his hips.  I slowly step out of my thong underwear, thinking to myself that I need to buy some new ones, if I’m going to be sleeping with someone else.  New bra, too.  

“Bring me that fine ass,” Scott implores in his authoritative tone, his cock already in his hand.  He playfully smacks my ass when I get close, making me groan.  I feel my pussy muscles engage, eager to grip onto his thick erection, as I reposition myself over his lap.  He feels my wetness with his fingers, drawing it up to my clit, so that he can hand can slide over my folds pleasurably.  I moan into his mouth as he kisses me, playing with my pussy.

I feel the plump head of his cock fumble around my opening, and I tilt my hips towards it, encouraging it inside.  I sit down on it, mouth opening in pleasure towards the ceiling as I do so.  Scott’s face in buried in my neck, and he groans as he penetrates me.  I bob upon his lap, moving the tip of his erect cock in and out of me, feeling my moisture start to coat it.  Then, he grabs my hips and takes over.  I love when he uses me to masturbate.  I don’t come from vaginal sex, anyway.  

But, I enjoy almost every other thing about it.  I love the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of me, I love the pleasure he gets from it, and I love the roleplay; the power play.  Even when I reach down to stimulate my clit, it’s for him.  I love displaying my tits for him; I love when they shake from the thrusting.  All part of the show.  He knows how to please me, get me off; but, we have to take turns.  And, right now, it’s his turn.

I hold myself above him, hovering slightly, so that he can control it, even though I’m on top.  He grips my ass, kissing me sloppily, and using my pussy as a masturbation sleeve.  I get wetter and wetter, and it flows onto his lap.  I make sure his work pants are well out of the way.  Suddenly, he slows me down, and lifts me off so that he can jerk himself a couple more times, finishing onto his chest.  I’m not on the pill.

“No one’s better than you,” he breathes, eyes closed.  I stand, so that I don’t get a wet mark on the couch.  I lean forward, kissing a couple closed mouth pecks on his lips, then adjourn to the bathroom.  “You okay, baby?”

“Oh, I’m fine for now.”  Perhaps we can pick up where we left off, before bed tonight.  I pee, and wipe myself.  “Does she have a Facebook page?”

v-day BDSM.

We didn't really get anything for each other for Valentine's this year.

We went out to dinner the night before, and I had some old lingerie set aside to wear, but we never got around to it.  So, here we are, ready to go to bed.  I'm removing my clothes, as I sleep in the nude, and he suddenly smacks me on the ass.  I turn around to Nick, naked as well, sexily biting his lip.  

"Bend over."  Smiling to myself, I do as I'm told, elbows on the bed, thinking that it might be a happy Valentine's after all.  He smacks me again, and a warm feeling spreads through my pussy.  I want to touch myself, but wait to see if he'll command me again.  Face against the sheets, I hear him kneel behind me. Then, his face is in my ass.  He kisses my ass cheeks for a brief moment before diving in between them, vigorously licking my asshole.  I feel his saliva coat it, even dripping down towards my pussy, but I'm already getting wet before then.  The immediacy of the act has left me playing catch up, but it won't be long.  I love being dominated.  The desire for this type of aggressive play balances out the lack of physical foreplay.  

He performs analingus to exercise his control over me.  It's something that gives me mixed, intense feelings of both eroticism and embarrassment.  I hate that I love it.  To top it off, Nick stands, and orders me to kiss him afterwards.  His mouth is warm and wet, chin glistening with moisture.  

"Come taste your ass."  I rear up on my knees and he greedily takes my face into his hands, kissing me deeply on the mouth.  Both my ass and pussy are a wet, hot mess.  The sloppy feeling only adds to my shame.  He smacks me again, gripping my ass tightly in his fists.  

"Back on your elbows.  Show me that ass."  My breathing is becoming laboured with arousal.  It's a trial not to be able to express myself.  The sexuality is so pent up, that I crave any touch he'll give me.  A smack, a squeeze, a butt plug.  He spreads my cheeks, and spits in between them.  I moan wildly.  I thrive on being humiliated.  I feel the thick tip of the plug press against my asshole, and I let it in.  He pats it in place, the flared base snug against my opening.  

Nick kneels onto the bed now, to get a better angle.  He moves beside me, and reaches underneath me to touch my pussy.  His fingers move slickly over me, and I shudder, it feels so good.  He fingers my clit, and I'm so wet, it feels like I have lube on me.  I open my eyes, and his thick cock is right beside me now, right beside my face, and I can't help myself.  I lick my lips, and lean forward to take him into my mouth.  My hands remain on the bed, my weight into them, but my wet lips open to suck on the tip while he plays with me.  

Another smack.  But, right across the face, this time.  Not too hard, but enough to shock me into stopping what I'm doing. 

"Did I tell you to do that?"  I shake my head, no, feeling a smile spread across my face.  I press my face into the sheets, hiding it.  The correction gives me as much pleasure as if I got to complete the act.  I vow to try again.   

His fingers move over my pussy's folds, and he carefully removes the plug from my ass.  I groan as he does it, and long for something in its place.  He leans over to the bedside table, for what I can only guess is the lubricant, and his cock once again hovers in front of my face.  I can't contain it; I need to express my sex to him.  I wet my lips, opening them to take the plump tip into my mouth.  Success for a fleeting moment, as I enthusiastically suck on its head a couple times, then another smack.  

"Don't do anything unless I tell you to.  Understand?"

"Yes," I barely manage, through my intense arousal.  Fully smiling, now.  I remain bent over, face pressed against the bed.

"Now, open your ass."  He says, as I feel the cool, fresh lube coat its opening.  Nick deliberately takes his time, rubbing the outside, then pressing the lube into my ass.  The fact that he is above me, watching my asshole eat up the lube the whole time, drives me absolutely crazy with desire.  More taboo feelings of embarrassment.  He applies a bit more on his finger, and presses it inside.  His cock brushes the side of my face, and I like to think that he doesn't even notice, using all his concentration to play with my ass.  As if he gets all the pleasure he needs from seeing me do this.

I feel the plug enter me again; much easier this time.  Nick watches my ass devour the it, pressing it into place.  His hand is back beneath me, fingers sliding over my pussy, while his other rubs the outside of my ass, around the base of the toy.  Oh, God.  I feel myself bearing down, but his thick erection taunts me.  

"Baby, I want your cock in my mouth," I moan.

"You can have it, if you ask nicely."

"Can I suck your cock?"

"Say please."

"Please..." I whine.

"If you say the whole thing."

"Can I please suck your cock?"

"Yes," he replies, quickening the slick movements on my clit.  I wet my lips again, parting them to take him into my mouth.  He only need lean slightly forward, to give me his juicy erection.  It enters me, filling me completely, and I sigh in gratitude.  Rather than suck it, I simply hold it in my mouth, as he plays with my clit and ass.  I moan, mouth full of his cock, while I feel a bead of drool drip of my bottom lip.  Yes.  Fuck, fuck.  I feel it.  His fingers work steadily over me, slipping and sliding over my sensitive folds.  I picture him watching me as before.  Watching me, content in the pleasure of playing with his toy.  Making me his little plaything.  Oh, fuck.  Yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah!  

I groan beyond his cock, coming hard on his hand, a few fingers in which he thrusts into my pussy a couple times as I'm coming.   Everything is withdrawn, and I collapse onto my side.  

"Fuck baby!"

"Mmm.  Nice, baby?"  He asks, stroking my hair.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to let me have your dick."

"Mmm... well, you asked so nicely," he says, kissing me on the mouth.  

"I love you," I say.  

"Happy Valentine's," he responds.  It certainly is, I think to myself.  

valentine's surprise.

"Hmm... What could it be?"  I tease my hubby, Mark, winking as I open his Valentine's gift.

I peel the cellophane wrapping paper back, revealing something pink.  "How appropriate," I remark at the colour, expecting a delicious treat of some kind.  But, when I open the rest, I realize that it's not chocolates or candy at all.  I have to squint to read the label, not exactly realizing what it is yet, only seeing two pink strips of padded, soft material with plastic rings, and Velcro on each end.  

"Love Cuffs," I read aloud.  "Ooo!  Wow, baby.  Are these what I think they are?"

"Yeah!  They're supposed to be the more practical, more comfortable version of handcuffs."

"Mmm, thanks baby," I say, leaning forward for a kiss.

"Happy Valentine's," he says, sweetly, kissing me back.  "Maybe we could..."

"Try them out?" I finish, kissing him again, and smiling.  He only has to hear me rip off the plastic tag in my lap, to laugh at my enthusiasm.  My excited giggling turns into a moan, as our kissing mouths soften and open, touching tongues.  Our lips remain locked, stumbling down our hallway to the bedroom, hands blindly groping each other through our clothes.  My hands go to his hair, holding his face against mine, while his wander from my tits, down to in between my legs.  Bursting through the door, I pull him down on the bed, on top of me, legs wrapping around his waist already.  

I lift my torso off the bed momentarily to remove my sweater, and he seizes the moment to remove his t-shirt as well, pulling it over his head, revealing his familiar toned chest and mid drift.  My legs encourage him to lie on top of me again, wanting to feel his warm skin against mine, and he falls on me, meeting my mouth again.  I unzip his fly and pull his jeans down over his hips, he kicks them off the side of the bed.  His mouth moves down my neck, to my breasts, down my stomach, to where he unbuttons my pants, and pulls them off as well.  We lay mostly naked, our arousal growing exponentially, wrapped in each other, kissing deeply.  I feel his hands search for the cuffs, but I teasingly keep them away from him.  I have something different, and a little devilish, in mind.  

I roll him over, so that I'm straddling his waist.  I kiss him as a diversion, while I place the soft cuffs around his wrists.  I feel his mouth smile as we kiss, and I can't help but giggle at my mischievousness.  I find the bed post, and affix the plastic ring to it.  I kiss him deeply, his hands bound above him by the cuffs, then slowly move down his body.  I lightly suck on his neck, lick his small nipples, teasingly kiss down his muscular stomach, as he arches his back into me, straining to take control.  I pull the elastic waist of his boxer briefs down so that I can lick his hip bones, and he lifts his butt so that I can remove the underwear completely.  But, I don't.  

I saucily raise my finger for him to wait a minute, and leave the bedroom completely.  He strains to see what sexy thing I'm up to, but he's helpless in the cuffs.  I go to the kitchen, and remove the box of his favourite cookies from the cupboard.  I return to the bedroom with them, to his inquisition.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm eating these."

"What?"  He laughs.  "Are you serious?"

"Yes.  I love these things more than you do."

"Aww, really?!!  You're just going to leave me like this?"

Yes, really.  I'll pay him back next time.  Besides, he looks cute like that.

black history lesson.

I find my substitute teacher so sexy.

I can't help it.  I love black men.  He's up there, lecturing in his velvety voice, and I can't hear anything but dirty things coming out of his mouth.  I'll take words the wrong way, hear words like "next" as "sex", or "shock" as "cock", and I even mistakenly, perhaps hopefully, hear him say my name.  He's saying something like "darker".  Which, considering the situation, is sexy in itself, as well.

"Miss Parker?"  The deep, rumbling voice again.  But, actually saying my name this time.

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you have a minute?"  I approach his desk apprehensively, while the rest of the students file out.  I'm almost scared to get near him, for fear I might do something rash.  When the last person leaves, he shuts the door behind them.  I look at his tight ass through his slacks.  He turns around.

"I want to talk to you about your last few submissions," Mr. Tanner says.  Submissions, hmm.  I would gladly submit to him.  I take a breath.  Since he's become my teacher, my marks have been slipping, and I know it.  But, I can't concentrate, no longer how hard I try.  All I do is stare at him all class, looking from his chiselled jaw, to his broad shoulders, to his thick, muscular thighs... I'm unreasonably, illogically attracted to him.  It's as if he holds some sort of control over me.  Suddenly, Mr. Tanner looks at me expectantly.  Uh, oh.  Did he ask me a question?

"Sorry?"

"That's what I'm talking about.  Your uncanny ability to drift off in class."

"Right."

"Is it that you're not being challenged enough?  Or, is the class moving too quickly for you, since I've taken over?"  You can take me over anytime.  

"The problem isn't the class, sir."

"Then, what is it?"

"I..."  I glance to his chest.  I picture the defined pecs underneath his button down shirt.  I picture him wet, for whatever reason; wet and glistening, with beads of water falling down his dark, smooth contours.  I force my eyes back up to his.  "I'll try harder."  Mmm, harder.  He takes a slow step towards me, and I feel my pussy strain.

"You can tell me.  Is there a problem at home?  You seemed to be doing alright in the class until very lately, when there's been a sharp dip in your grades."

"I... Maybe, I need some after class mentoring."

"Mentoring?"

"Um... yeah.  Maybe I need something a little more... one-on-one," I venture, looking up into his big, chocolatey eyes.

"Alright.  I hear you.  What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." I gather my courage, and step directly in front of his large, intimidating figure.  "Let me show you."

I have to stand on my toes to reach his mouth.  I place my hands on his smoothly shaved face, and part my lips to take his thick bottom lip into my mouth.  He lets me finish the kiss, but interrupts a second one.  "I'm your teacher, Miss Parker."

"My substitute.  And, I think you can call me Janine," I whisper, before I take his earlobe into my mouth.  "And, this is not about getting a better grade.  Trust me,"  I add, kissing his strong, ebony neck, then finding his lips again.  He reciprocates now, opening his mouth to give me his muscular, warm tongue.  I can feel the power of his jaw, the strength of his large hands, as he places one on my cheek, and the other on the back of my neck. I grow wet between my legs, at the heavy, controlling feeling of his hands on me.  I couldn't get away from this six and a half foot, granite carved pillar of a man if I tried.  But, let me clarify, I have never wanted to be anywhere more in my life.  

"Then, what is it about?"  He continues questioning me in his warm bass, weighty hand still on my neck.

"I want you," I say, all intense sincerity.  I'm melting vanilla ice cream in his hands.  His mouth moves down my neck, towards my chest.

"And does this white girl get everything she wants?"  Tension in my pussy again at the words "white girl".  I want to deny it, but I probably do get most of what I want.  White privilege, and all that.

"Yes," I try.  What will he think of that?  That I'm a little brat, or a driven young woman?  His warm, wet mouth moves down my open blouse.  He unclasps a button, and I almost can't believe where this is going.  

"And what exactly do you want?"  He presses.  I moan, immediately picturing his big black cock.  But, I can't say it.  Can I?  I'm speechless, having never spoken in this way before. He continues to unbutton my shirt, and kisses me deeply on the mouth as he kneads my lace covered breast through my open shirt.  "Tell me what you want," he insists.

"I..."  He plunges his tongue down my throat, holding the nape of my neck in the grip of one strong hand.  My pussy floods moisture.

"Suddenly so shy.  Eh, white girl?"  He aggressively kisses my neck, and peels my bra up over my tits, so that they are exposed under it.  He bends his tall frame to suck on my small breasts while he unbuttons his own shirt.  "I know what you want."

"Mmm.  Yeah?"  Please don't make me say it.  Am I even allowed to say things like that?  Is it racist?  My eyes unconsciously go from the exposed dark sliver of chest down to his bulge, which has noticeably grown through his slacks in the past few minutes.  It's hypnotizingly large already, and I doubt that he's fully hard.  I tear my eyes away from it, raising them to meet his.  He watches me the whole time.  

He suddenly turns me around so that I'm facing the desk, heavy hand on my throat, and mouth hissing in my ear.  

"Do you want it?"  He presses his cock against my ass.  I can clearly feel his erection through my skirt now, and I'm so wet that I'm conscious I'm actually dripping down my leg.  

"Mmm, yeah."

"Do you?"  He barks, humping his hips into my butt.   

"Ohh, god.  Yeah."  I hear him unzip his fly behind me, and a strong hand on my back bends me over the desk.  I hastily pull down my underwear, but they only make it to my knees.  Then, I feel his dick.  I'm incredibly wet and ready, but only part of it will enter me at first.  

"Tell me what you want, white girl."  He's prompting me, repeatedly mentioning my colour, but I still can't say it.  It feels so fucking sexy when he taunts me though, and my pussy tenses every time.  Like it's bad.  I'm not supposed to like it.  I'm not supposed to like big, black dicks.  

He fills me completely, but I know he hasn't even given me half yet.  He grabs my little ass, and bobs the tip of his dick into my dripping pussy.  I stay splayed out on the desk, grabbing the edge of the desk, knocking some paperwork to the floor.  I moan desperately, punctuated with each quick thrust.  He then grabs my shoulders, pulling me upright, giving me more of his thick cock.  He pumps into me deeper now, forearms across my bare chest, and I squeal, beside myself with pleasure.  His mouth grazes my ear again, and I feel my pussy drip down my leg.  

"Is this what you want?  Hmm?"

"Ohh.  God.  Yeah," I manage, with each thrust.

"Yeah?"  He insists.  He reaches down to my clit, lifting my skirt to rub it frantically.  His mouth sucks on my neck.  I feel him fill me.

"Fuck!  Yeah!"  He gives me more, almost his full length, now. It's so big, it can't help but hit my g-spot.  

"You want my big, black dick, don't you?"

"Yes!  Fuck!"

"Say it."

"Fuck!  Yes!"

"Say what you want."  

"I want your dick!"

"Yeah?"  This encourages him.  He gives me the whole fucking thing, putting me in a vice-like embrace, ramming me from behind.  I feel my small tits shake with each aggressive pounding.  "You want this black dick, don't you?"

"Yes!  Fuck!"

"Say you want my big, black dick."

"Fuck!  I want your big, black dick!"  Oh god, here it comes.  I feel myself let him in.  Really let him in.  I'm coming.  I'm coming on his big, black dick.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"  

He flips me around; I'm still gasping.  He backs me up onto the desk, the edge cutting into my bare ass, another binder crashing to the floor in the process.  His smooth, glistening chest heaving with laboured breath.  He grabs my hips, lifting me onto the edge of the desk, my leg wrapping around his tight ass, his cock slipping inside me easily now, despite its size.  I groan as he re-enters me.  

"Did you come, white girl?  Hmm?  Did you come on this big, black dick?"  He starts thrusting again, giving it to me slowly now, really laying into me, so that I can feel every inch of his enormous cock.  His face looms over mine, his large, powerful jaw hanging slightly open in concentration.  I groan loudly.  "Your little white pussy feels so... fucking.  Good."  Each word with a very deliberate thrust.  Fuck, I love it when he talks like that.  Fuck me, you Nubian God.  I'm all yours.  I'm your white slut who creams over black dicks.

He does, sending my ecstatic moans up into the echo of the lecture hall.  Suddenly, he slows down, grunts loudly, and pulls out.  He holds his massively thick black cock in his hand, jerking it for a second, before spurting hot liquid all over my bare tits and mid drift.

Leaning over me and the desk, weight in his large hands, Mr. Tanner catches his breath.  I saucily notice the pool of come between my breasts, and use a finger to draw an "A+" in it.  He looks up, chuckling through his heaving breath.  

"I thought this wasn't about the grades."

dick for a (third) day.

I knew it!  I just knew it.  Why can't I help myself?  Even though I know the consequences.  Once is understandable, twice confirmed that it wasn't a one-off, but the third time... I'm a total, utter idiot.  An idiot with a dick.

Let me clarify: I'm a woman.  Always have been.  And, I have no desire whatsoever to change that.  I just wake up with it sometimes.  Well, three times, now.  This is the third time.  

Not that this explains it in any way, but it seems to happen every time I watch a PoV porn video.  Point of view; as in, from the guy's perspective.  Basically, it's as if you have a dick.  So, I get out my vibrator, looking for a good time, and find a particularly entrancing video.  The first time it was a girl going down on the guy; the second, it was a girl riding a guy's cock.  This time...  I can't even say, I'm so embarrassed.  Anyway, even after I come, I can't stop thinking about what I've seen.  I jerk off again.  Still not enough.  I can't sleep.  But, at some point I do; because when I wake up, I have a dick where my clit used to be.

I look down at the tented sheets, pulling them up apprehensively.  And, yes; just like I expected!  Not only do I have a dick, but a raging ten inch hard on.  Amy says it's pretty nice, actually; not that I need her opinion on what a nice cock looks like.  I've seen enough in my day to know what an attractive head it has, what nice girth, subtle veins, a soft curve, and that there's more than enough in the length department.  And, it feels even better.  Just the feeling of the light sheet fluttering against it is almost enough to make me pop.  It feels alarmingly full and taught; so much so, that I worry about it breaking the skin.  Speaking of exploding, both literally and figuratively, my mind goes to Amy.  She's going to kill me if I call on her again.  But, she's the only one that can help me.  I've been through this enough times to know that.

I don't even let myself touch the throbbing thing, either than to stuff it in a pair of loose fitting pants.  I've wasted many a morning (well, only two, now) jerking my newfound appendage into oblivion.  If I start, I'll never stop.  And that's not the way to get rid of this thing.  

I fold it carefully up into the waistband of a pair of jogging pants, and head out the door.   But, even that simple act is enough to give me extreme pleasure.  I feel my aching boner satisfyingly straining against the elastic with every step.  As if holding it down just engorges it all the more.  I self consciously pull my t-shirt down over my crotch, hunching forward slightly so that it won't be quite so obvious.  I feel people staring, but I avoid their eyes, trying to walk as nonchalantly as I can manage.  Despite the ridiculousness of my situation, I keep my head down, and try to find Amy's house out of the corner of my eye, as fast as I possibly can.  

I knock on the door, alternatively looking over each shoulder in a paranoid fashion.  I can't let any one see me like this.  Come on, Amy!  Come on...  Finally!  She opens the door, but immediately starts to shut it again.  For she's been through this a couple times, as well.  I put my foot in my door, stopping her from closing it.  She struggles to push me out of the way.  I can't tell if she's serious, or just trying to give me a hard time.  "Wait!  Please!"

"Oh no, you don't!" 

"Wait!  Seriously!  It's not what it looks like!"

"It isn't?"

"Well, okay, it's exactly what it looks like..."  Amy opens the door, but continues to stand in the way.  She crosses her arms over her beautiful breasts in a defiant stance.  

"And, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Well. I was hoping..."

"You were hoping for what?"

"Give me a break, Amy.  Please.  I'm all..." I say exasperatedly, gesturing at my boner.  "Fucked up."

"Mm hm?"  I think I see her smile.  She's enjoying this.

"Yeah, and you've really helped me... in the past."

"So, what is it this time?"

"Can I come inside?"

"Depends."

"Come on, Amy!  I'm dying out here."

"Alright... But gosh, when you have that thing, you sure act like a guy, too."

"Right.  Sorry..."  I say, shaking my head.  I'm willing to say just about anything at this point to get into the house.  I would try to articulate how I feel, and what she wants to hear, but this erection is very distracting.  

"You can't just call on me every time you wake up with a dick.  I mean, I need a little more than that."

"Okay.  Like... you want me to be your girlfriend?  Because..."

"No.  I don't know."  She sighs.  "Just, come in."

I follow her juicy ass up the stairs to her room, already nervous about broaching the subject of what I want her to do.  Even though we're more comfortable about the situation due to the repeat appearances, what I need to ask may just be too much this time.  Especially considering her mood.  My stomach is in knots, and my boner is practically bursting.  I can't exactly say that I would do it for her, if the dick was on the other pelvis.  

"So?"  She asks, sitting on the bed.

"You look gorgeous.  And, I really care about you."

"No, what is it this time?"

"Oh.  I... well, I watched a video..."

"Okay..."

"Where they were... having..."

"Yes?"

"Anal sex."

"What?"

"Like, nothing crazy!  But..."

"Seriously?"

"Well... yes."

"Seriously," she says.  I nod, averting my eyes.  I can't even look at her.  It's too much to ask, and I know it.  I cover my face with my hands.  I'm embarrassed to even bring it up.  I mean, that's something that's between a girl and her long time partner, if ever.  Unless it's a one-off with a guy, but that's rarely pleasurable for the woman.  It needs a lot of trust and... "Alright."

"What?"

"I said, alright.  But, you've got to do it exactly as I say."

"Uh..."

"Exactly.  Not a move unless I tell you to.  Do you understand?"

"Yes!  Yes.  Definitely."

"Okay.  Then, okay."

"Okay!"  I say, hands raised defensively.  I feel like she's going to hit me or something.  Maybe I deserve it. 
"You're lucky I like stuff like that."  She takes a breath.  "Alright," she says, looking around the room, thinking how we're going to do this.  I stay silent, not wanting to derail her train of thought.  "Lie on the bed beside me," she says, in a softer voice, though still authoritative.  I do as she says.  She does look lovely, with the daylight coming through the window.  Her hair is freshly combed, and her skin looks incredibly soft.  I long to touch it.  But, she turns on her side, and grabs a vibrator and some lube from the side table instead.  I don't dare ask questions.

She lies on her back, and shimmies out of her jeans.  "Well, let me see it," she demands.  I feel my face flush.  I'm still shy about showing it to her, especially when it's as hard as it is.  I feel a mix of shame and desire.  I reluctantly move the elastic waistband over my large erection, and place it resting underneath.  She lifts her hips to pull down her underwear over her creamy thighs.  "Mmm," she moans, at the sight of my giant cock, and places the vibrator on her pubic bone.  Her pussy is cleanly trimmed, as if she just received a wax.  "Touch me."  

Gladly.  I turn on my side and grove her breasts through her t-shirt.  I can feel the lace of her soft cup bra through it, and I'm practically drooling thinking of seeing her gorgeous tits in it.  I find her nipples through the thin material, and play with them with my thumbs.  My hungry mouth latches onto her soft neck, and she arches into me.  My thick cock nudges her side, fearing that she'll forget about it.  Almost in cue, she reaches beside her for it, holding it in her grip.  If I wasn't already lying down, my knees would give out, and I would fall, because it feels that good.  That perfect, that complete, it's shocking and almost painful; the yearning I feel for her.  She remains flat on her back, and I curl into her side, never wanting to leave it.  

She sits up slightly, to remove her shirt from her back.  I kiss her neck again, her collarbones, to her tits.  I lick the upper part of her breasts that spills over the top of her bra, her cleavage, I lick the nipples through the lace.  She moans softly, closing her eyes to concentrate.  I pull down one of the soft cups, and her nipple stands up straight for me, like a gentlemen, when a woman enters the room.  I devour the pink nub in my mouth, sucking it slightly, swirling my tongue around it, and batting it back and forth.  She takes her arms out of the straps, lower the cups, and unclasps it herself, saving me the fumbling trouble.  
She grabs my cock again, seemingly happy just to have it in her hand.  Her bare breasts are on full display for me now, looking soft and delicious, falling slightly to her sides.  I take a moment to take in their beauty, touching the soft skin with the palm of my hand, but she places her hand over mine, encouraging me to squeeze them.  "Talk to me."
"Mmm.  About what?" 
"About what you want."  That nervous, shameful feeling again.  
"I..."
"Tell me about the video you watched."
"Okay," I say, taking a breath.  I so badly don't want to offend her again.  "The woman bent down in front of him, and he began to play with her ass."
"What did he do?"
"Mmm, he put he mouth on it.  Licking it.  Then, kind of massaged it with a couple fingers.  Rubbing it in a circle."
"On her asshole?"  My dick strains at the word.  She squeezes it in one hand, while rubbing the vibe on herself with the other.
"Yeah."
"What, then?"
"He gave her a finger.  Then, two."
"Yeah?  Did you like that?"
"Mmm.  Yeah."
"Why don't you get the lube out?  And do that to me."  I reach over her, my face coming very close to hers, and grab the lube from the table beside her.  I squeeze a small amount on my finger, placing the bottle behind me.  I reach under her, trying not to smear the lube on the sheets.  I shoot a little low, and have to move my lubed finger up closer to her pussy.  Mmm.  There it is.  Speaking of shooting, she better let go of my dick before I come all over her mid drift.  I find the puckered ridges of her little asshole, and spread the lube over it.  She moans at my touch.  "Keep talking."
"Her ass looked so sexy.  Taking his fingers like that."
I massage her opening with a couple fingers in a circular motion, trying to remember what that feels like, but it seems so far away to me now.  I what I saw in the video, but for longer.  She turns up the vibe a notch, and her moans interrupt with "oh's" and "ah's".  I can feel her ass pulsating, the muscles contracting and relaxing.  My cock throbs incessantly.  This is almost too much for me.  "Give me a bit of pressure, now."
I obediently press a little harder as I continue circling her little asshole with my fingers.  Oh god, I feel her open it.  As it relaxes, it softens, and my fingers dip inside.  I look up to her, checking that this is okay, but her eyes are closed, and she appears to be in deep concentration.  
"He was getting her ready to take his cock.  It was so fucking hot," I venture.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm.  The way it opened up."
"Yeah?"
"Mm hmm.  I loved to see how easy they went in and out."    
"Give me one."
I slowly press with a finger, and she opens to take its tip.  I continue moving it in a circle, massaging the inside now.  It feels very tight, but I can tell she's trying to relax.  I can feel the muscles contracting on my finger.  She moans, rubbing herself more vigorously with the vibe, but doesn't move otherwise, trying to get into the zone.  I feel her asshole widen enough to give her more of my finger, and I continue to massage the walls open on the inside.  It feels incredible.  "Give me another," she breathes.
I do, slowly, still moving them, encouraging her to open.  The muscles feel tight all over again, but eventually retreat to accommodate the two fingers.  I feel the moisture from her pussy begin to dampen my hand, and I'm beside myself, longing to fuck her in any hole she'll give me.  My impatient dick flexes in her grip.  
"You're making me so fucking hard right now."
"Yeah?  Do you like it?"
"Oh, yeah.  You feel so fucking good on my hand."
"Lube me up again.  And give me more."
I reach behind me, applying a dollop of fresh lubricant on my fingers.  This time I find her ass right away, and she takes me easily, almost drawing them inside.  I manage to squeeze in a third finger; she moans and bucks forward slightly, a muscle pleasurably contracting.  She turns the vibrator up another setting, and I feel her open up even more.  "Oh, god," she moans.  "Get your dick ready."
Not completely sure what that even means, I carefully lube up my throbbing member, begging it not to shoot right there in my hand.  "Give it to me slowly.  Only about half.  And try to hold it there."  I awkwardly get on my knees, trying to position myself in front of her without touching the sheets with my lube covered hands.  She raises her knees in a deeper version of missionary, and I try to find her with my dick, but it's not as easy as with my hand.  I reach down to feel her asshole with my fingers, and guide myself to the puckered, glistening spot.  She turns the vibrator up again, and appears to bear down, opening herself.  I enter her as slowly as I can, but I slip into her tight orifice suddenly, and a small sound escapes her mouth.  I want to say sorry, and I bite my lip.  I hold my cock there, her ass choking the tip of it.  I grab the base of my dick, trying to exert just enough pressure not to slip out.  I've never had my dick in something so incredibly tight.  If I could put it in just a little more, I could take my hands off of it for a second.  She squirms, rubbing the vibe on herself, trying to relax around me.  Her mouth opens, breathing heavily, then appears to nod.  I move into her another small amount.  The tight ring of her asshole further up my aching cock, and I have to moderate my breathing to contain myself.  I want to give it to her so badly.  Thrust into her.  I want to jerk myself with her tight fucking ass.  Holy fuck.  Don't think about it, don't think about it.   
Then, I feel her ass pulsate.  Contracting as if to draw me in further.  I give in; giving her a little more, and she suddenly grabs the sheets.  Desperately she cries out, eyes clasping shut, and I can feel her come on my dick.  I can't help but fuck her; thrusting once, twice, three times, and that's all I need.  I let loose, shooting hard inside the cavern of her open ass.  

"You're welcome," she says, looking down.  My dick has disappeared.  I collapse beside her.

"I'll be your girlfriend, if you want me to."  I murmur in my ecstatic haze.  "I would marry you right now, if you wanted me to."                                        
"No," she laughs.  "Just don't leave me quite yet."
"I won't," I sigh, smiling, face in her pillow.