5 comments/ 97256 views/ 8 favorites Butter Ch. 01 By: victoria.vixen Dear Readers, A few years ago I was living with my boyfriend, let's call him X. We had been dating for about a year and had a good, sensual relationship, but I sometimes thought X was a bit square in bed. I enjoyed being lightly dominated, but was afraid to tell him for fear that he might think I'm "weird." One evening we were watching Last Tango in Paris and, while I thought the movie a bit pretentious, I really enjoyed the butter scene: Marlon Brando tells his love interest to go get a stick of butter from the fridge; he proceeds to grease her up with it and sodomize her -- wow! I think X noticed how turned on I was by the scene. We had never tried it "back there" before... actually I had never had a more than a finger back there but was very curious about it. After X and I made love that night, I got up my courage and whispered in his ear that I wanted to try it, and that I wanted him to run the show. He thought it over for a moment, and said that I should buy some anal beads before the weekend and that we would have a tango of our own.... I went to the store and bought a string of five anal beads, as well as a butterfly vibrator, and couldn't wait for the weekend to come. X and I shared a bottle of wine Friday evening and once we retired to the bedroom we kissed and fumbled out of our clothes. Both of us like sex with the lights on -- all of the lights on sometimes.... and once we'd touched each other and nuzzled a bit I pulled out the first of our new toys. X was excited to touch me with a vibrator and didn't waste any time before caressing me with it.... One of my favorite sensations is to have a few fingers in my sex; I just love the feeling of being touched while my lover kisses me on the mouth and it didn't take long for me to climax, my sex squeezing around X's fingers in rhythm to my orgasm as the butterfly hummed on my clit. No, I am not a superwoman when it comes to climaxing; usually I like to build up to it for quite some time, but I think I came so quickly this time because it was my first vibrato caress. X sensed this and began to deep-kiss me so that my next orgasm was much longer and slower.... and after I had rested for a moment I heard X say, "Lover, get the beads." I pulled them from the nightstand, and handed them to him. X then said "I am going to be your master tonight and you must do exactly as I say. Roll over on your stomach." Mmm... This is what I wanted to hear. I get so turned on by being told what to do in bed if it's in the context of a loving relationship. I knew I could trust X, and obediently rolled over, exposing my back and my buttocks. X got a bottle of massage oil out. The scent is now hardwired into my brain; I will never forget the smell, even though I'm unsure of its name.... X gave me a long back massage, getting me relaxed. The nice thing about a live-in lover, rather than a one-night stand, is the he knows your needs. X took the time to focus on my shoulders, the backs of my knees, my feet, &c. -- rather than going straight for the "hot spot," which I really can't stand. Just as I was getting really squirmy, he told me to raise my hips. I got on all fours, and he said, "No, with your face on the bed." He held a pillow in front of my face, and waited until I took it and placed it in front of me. He then said, "Put your face in it." When I did this he said, "Now raise your ass higher." X then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Victoria, remember you're to do exactly as I say." I nodded, a bit nervous, and very horny. He then told me to put my hands on my cheeks and open them for him. Do you remember earlier I said we liked to make love with the lights on? Well now I wished that the room were dark, because THAT part of my body had never seen the light! X told me to open my cheeks wider, and I was humiliated to feel the light on me, but I was so turned on I couldn't stand it. And what he did next was even more arousing: he leaned within an inch or two of my backside and gently blew air in a line up and down my crack, up and down my sex. All blowing, no touching. He then said, "Here, hold these," and set the beads on the pillow in front of my face. "Don't take your hands off your ass!" he said, as I started to reach for the beads. I think he was just teasing me, wanting me to consider them sitting in front of me, wanting me to think about where they were going to go. X got on the bed next to me and told me that he was going to the kitchen, and that I was not to move while he was gone. He then kissed me on the mouth and left. And do you know what? I was even more humiliated that I sat in the room by myself, not tied to anything, of my own free will holding my cheeks apart while my boyfriend took his own sweet time getting something downstairs. When he came back after an eternity, he actually said, "Nice ass." I thought I would die from blushing. I pulled my face from the pillow and looked back over my shoulder at him. He had something in each hand: a stick of butter and a squeeze bottle of honey.... To be continued in Chapter 2... Butter Ch. 02 Dear Readers, It occurred to me after rereading Chapter 1 that I didn't tell you anything about my appearance... just to complete your picture: I am 5'7", slim waisted and very fit. My skin is tan, my eyes are brown, my hair is long and no -- my breasts are not huge but they fill a bikini top quite nicely. And I have a "sweet ass" -- I have heard that from more than one boyfriend. I have also been told that I look like Rhona Mitra, but I resent that; I think I look like me and nobody else! I want you to take my image and put it in your mind for a moment... when I concluded part 1 of the story I was on my boyfriend's bed, face down, bottom in the air. Now share with me how I felt when X walked back into the room. - Beads on the pillow in front of me. - A stick of butter in his hand. - A plastic bottle of honey in the other. - "Nice ass" and a wicked grin on his lips. - And my ass in the air, opened by my hands, exposed to the light. So understand that I was nervous, horny, humiliated, and very aroused all at once. X placed the stick of butter (still wrapped in its wax paper) near my face, then sat on the bed behind me and cupped one of my cheeks in his hand. He rubbed up and down the backs of my thighs very lightly with his fingertips, and I moaned as he brushed a finger against my mons. I didn't really know what he planned to do with his "kitchen goods" -- and I was not about to ask! But I didn't have to wait long to find out, because he took the squeeze bottle of honey and drew a line starting from the top of my crack and down toward my sex. The room temperature honey felt cool on my skin, and I moaned. I tensed up as X pressed the tip of the plastic bottle against my back hole. Readers, I thought for a moment he was going to squeeze the contents of the bottle into my body! And the most embarrassing part of it -- I wanted him to! I've never had an enema and the thought hadn't really occurred to me... but I pressed my ass back onto the tip of the bottle and groaned again. I don't know whether he thought better of it, or whether he enjoyed seeing my body admit that I wanted the fluid, but either way he pulled the bottle away without squeezing it and replaced the tip with his tongue. mmmmmmm... I had never been kissed there before, and what can I say? It felt wonderful. X then withdrew his tongue and told me to press my cheeks together... and here I discovered something I didn't know about honey: I had assumed it would be a good lubricant, but instead it just made my ass and sex very sticky. I think at this point I was more aroused by the humiliation than the physical sensation. Either way, he told me to spread my cheeks again and they pulled apart grudgingly -- I felt pretty silly. He licked the honey from my clit to the top of my crack, and back down. Up and down several times. He then told me to unwrap the stick of butter. I removed my hands from my cheeks and fumbled with the wrapper, but almost immediately he opened me again and thrust his tongue inside my pussy. He took his mouth away briefly to say "hurry before it gets soft" -- and then began to rim me. It was so hard to concentrate on unwrapping the butter with his tongue inside of me that I ended up ripping most of the paper into little bits. Once the stick was relieved of the paper, he told me to hand it to him... and that he was going to get me ready for the beads... Without being asked I placed my hands back on my cheeks and opened them wide... I wanted this now... even though I didn't know exactly what was coming next. I thought he would rub the butter around my hole and relax it a bit... lube it. He took the stick of butter in his hand and said, "Relax, Victoria." I was a bit startled and nervous when he didn't rub the butter between my cheeks... he just pressed the end of it against my anus and held it still. I said "oh." He could tell I was tense and he said "relax" again. Now I was unsure of what I really wanted... after thinking I knew just a moment before... was he going to press the stick into me? Reader, do you have a stick of butter in your refrigerator right now? If so, put this letter down for a moment and go look at it. It is thick, not as thick as a cock but certainly thicker than a finger, which is all that I'd experienced. Do you have a stick there? Squeeze it for a moment. It's very hard if you have a cold fridge. And the end is VERY flat and blunt. Think of how tiny a virgin hole is. X pressed the stick against me more firmly, and it hurt. But I wasn't going to say anything... after all I had brought up the whole butter idea, and it didn't hurt so badly as to be a turn off... And here my sense of time is non-existent. It felt like he had the stick of butter against my ass for hours, but we all know that butter melts quickly, so it must have been no more than a minute or two before it began to slip past my ring and inside of me. I felt so stretched! And so violated... and so very aroused... X pressed the stick into my tight ass and it hurt and felt wonderful and he said mmmm and I said oh and I pressed back a bit into the stick. I felt like he had pressed his arm into me, and I asked him "how deep is it?" He pulled the stick out of my ass (to my disappointment -- I felt so empty) and showed it to me. I was amazed: it had only been about an inch into me. But the head of the butter, oh -- the head of the butter had melted into a bullet-head shape, and this stick of butter now looked much more like a cock than anything else. X asked me "You want it up your ass deeper don't you?" And I nodded but couldn't bring myself to say yes. He pressed the stick against me once again and this time it slipped in (almost) easily. It still hurt a bit but I liked the pain and wanted more of it. I pressed back into him again and he began to move the stick in and out... he began buttfucking me with the stick of butter. And then he whispered in my ear "Play with your pussy." I took my hands away from my cheeks -- this was a relief since my hands were getting tired, and I stroked my clit as he pumped my ass in a faster and faster rhythm, and he pressed the stick deeper and deeper into my ass. I was so turned on that I wanted to cry out "fuck my ass!" but I didn't... at least I don't think I did. X leaned forward and with his free hand he slipped a finger into my pussy -- and that was enough -- with my hand on my clit, his finger in my pussy, and his stick up my ass -- I came then and there. I came so hard I was amazed, and I could feel my ass squeeze around what was left of the stick... By then most of the butter had melted into my body... only a little of the stick was left... and I lowered my body onto the bed to catch my breath as X slipped his finger out of my pussy and the rest of the butter leaked out of my ass... and he said "Why don't you hand me the beads? You didn't forget about them did you?" To be concluded in Chapter 3... Butter Ch. 03 Dear Readers, When we left off at the end of Chapter 2, my boyfriend had sodomized me with a stick of butter until I climaxed from masturbating... I was lying on the bed, butter dripping out of me... my bottom feeling very tender after being violated... not at all sure I was still ready to try the beads? X, my boyfriend, knew that I would have to be aroused before he could get me to open myself up again, and at the moment my body was limp and I was worn out... feeling a little embarrassed after being reamed out by a stick of butter... so he kissed me on the mouth and kissed me on the neck, and whispered in my ear, "You're still going to be a big girl about this aren't you? I want to take your ass again." He was clever. I still get aroused when I think of this schoolyard psychology -- he knew I was stubborn and proud. And the funny thing about the transaction is that both participants know what is going on... no one is being fooled. But I still went along with it. He rolled me over onto my back and moved in a lazy fashion down to my nipples, lingered there for a time with a lick and a nibble, but he knew that the best way to get me going is to deep kiss me. This he knows how to do so well... I love head. He rested between my legs and teased my clit, made me wet, made me ready... got me aroused. And often when I'm being deep-kissed I like to close my eyes and focus on the physical sensation, which I did now. But when I opened my eyes -- the first thing I noticed? The beads. And they were BIG. I looked at them as he licked me and got nervous again -- how were five of those things going to fit into me? X got me very wet and aroused -- and then told me to stand up. He got on his knees to kiss my thighs and lick my pussy... he knew I loved this, and the visual of a man on his knees deep-kissing you is enough to keep your eyes open for. But before long he told me to clear off our desk, and to turn around and bend over it. This I did, and once again I began to feel hot and embarrassed. He put a pillow under my face so the surface of the desk wouldn't be too hard, and told me to pull my cheeks apart. This time he said, "Wider, Victoria -- I want to see your asshole." He leaned between my legs and stroked my lips, and pressed his tongue into my (still buttered) ass. I think it is reflex: I moaned. He said to me, "Victoria, I'm going to lick your sex. Let me know when you want the first bead." Then I knew -- he was going to make me say it. I figured my humiliation was complete already, so I didn't wait long... I asked him to put a bead in my bottom. "Victoria," X said, "you don't sound convincing. You should beg." So I begged him to put a bead in my bottom, and I blushed when I though I was long finished blushing. He took the first bead and rubbed it against my skin, gathering the melted butter as lubricant. X then pressed the first bead against my hole, and I remember thinking distinctly, "This is not going to fit." Readers, I must digress for a moment here... you remember that I told you at the beginning of the story that this was my first time purchasing beads? After the experience with X, I went back to the toyshop to have another look around -- and noticed my mistake! Of course you can guess that I was nervous when I first bought the beads and the butterfly vibrator... and the beads were in a basket next to the checkout stand. I had grabbed the closest set just before paying and took off. But upon my return visit I recognized my mistake -- one basket was labeled ANAL and the other marked VAGINAL. In my haste I had picked up the VAGINAL beads. I looked more closely at the signs, which had measurements at the bottom. The anal beads were 3/4" in diameter, while the vaginal beads were one and one-half inches in diameter! Now 1.5" may not sound like much to you, but it strikes me as a large width to stretch out my ass for the first time, and then I did the math! Five beads at 1.5" stacked end to end is 7.5". Just my humble opinion... but that's a lot of depth for a virgin anus -- and it's no wonder I felt every bit of it! But back to the story... X pressed, and it hurt. Worse than the butter. And just as I was about to decide to give up, just as I was about to say enough -- my ring stretched open and I could feel the bead pop into my ass! But he didn't press it in deeply with his finger, and I don't know what it looked like to him but I felt like it would pop out -- the bead was just inside the rim of my anus and I wanted it either deeper or out of me... it felt odd and uncomfortable and the last thing I wanted was for it to fall out of me against my will. So I said, "please put another bead in me." And X, knowing that I love to talk dirty, but knowing that it's hard for me to work up the courage to do so, said, "Where, Victoria?" I said, quickly, "In my bottom." X said, "Where?" And I whimpered, "Shove another bead up my ass. Please stretch my asshole." X laughed a bit and said, "Your wish is my command." He pressed a second bead into my anus, I moaned, and this one went in just as hard as the first. The second bead pressed the first bead deeper into me, but now the second bead was just inside the rim, so now I felt not only filled up, I still felt like the rim of my asshole was stretched out and feared the bead would pop out and embarrass me. "Please push the next bead up my ass," I said, and X didn't wait long before pressing the third bead against me. I was still holding my cheeks open with my hands, and I discovered that if I pulled them even farther apart this would open my anus and make it easier for the beads to enter. It progressed like that... three... four... five... with me begging for each one in lewder and lewder language... until all five beads were stuffed into my ass and only a string hung out to let the observer know anything was even there. X then told me to stand up and to kiss him. These beads were not going anywhere... they were firmly planted almost eight inches up my ass -- and there was no chance they would come out. My anus hurt, but the feeling was beyond description. Maybe 10% unpleasant and 90% intoxicating? I don't know. X then sat in a chair, and had me sit on his lap. I could feel the beads sinking even deeper into me... and then I straddled his cock and sat facing him a pressed my pussy down onto him. We fucked like this for several minutes, his cock stretching my pussy while his beads stretched my ass. But before I could climax X told me to get on the bed again, face in the pillow, ass in the air... and then he said, "Touch your pussy." I had hoped to climax from fucking, but now I saw it was not to be and I was too broken to his will to say no... I massaged my clit with my hand and he leaned down to lick my pussy. He took the string in his hand and pulled just a bit. I could feel the fifth bead press against the inside of my anus, but he didn't pull it hard enough for it to come out. This went on for some time... I had already cum more than once that evening, and it was going to take a good licking to bring me to another climax. I stroked my clit faster and faster, and X licked my lips. He would alternate pulling the string with pressing a finger against my anus, or even into my anus, sodomizing me with the beads... But he knew from my tension that I was getting close, and he said to me, " Ask me to fuck your ass harder. I want to know when you're cumming." I blush now to type the words I was moaning as X penetrated me: "Oh, buttfuck me, that's it, buttfuck me. Deeper. Oh, my asshole. Mmm..." In almost every sex act my favorite moment in time is when I reach the point of no return but realize that I won't cum instantly. This period is a bit longer after I've cum more than once in an evening... and this night the pre-climax high seemed to last forever. I was moaning, my pussy was wet, my asshole was deeply stuffed and stretched, and I told him I was there... he pulled the string just hard enough for one bead to pop out as my pussy gave its first throb of climax... with the second squeeze another bead popped out... and I cried out as I came... "oh god my ass, oh I'm cumming"... each contraction of my anus releasing another bead... until I was spent and empty... after cumming and losing all of the beads I had never felt so empty in my life... I spread myself out across the bed and felt my pussy throb as my climax passed... felt my ass all stretched and sore from the violation... and felt X climb onto the bed on top of me. He pressed the head of this cock against my back hole, but I whimpered "too much." When he realized that my backside was just too sore from the butter and the beads to take a fat cock, he rested on the bed and we cuddled until falling asleep. Well readers, that is that. Needless to say, X eventually took my ass, but not that evening. I was sore for days, but couldn't believe how erotic the experience was. Maybe if you're lucky some day I'll post more of my fun times with X. Until then, Yours, Victoria