7 comments/ 56690 views/ 12 favorites With Laila By: salimak I shared a house with Laila when we were in college together, when I finally moved out from my parents'. I knew she'd been seeing this guy, her first real boyfriend, someone white. She wasn't really devout, but was more traditional than me. She didn't really drink, but one night we shared a bottle of wine, then another. I told her some of my old moments, first times. I told her about Paul. And she got talking. I am still not sure about this, whether I need a disclaimer somewhere. I don't really like meta-fictional explanations. I like stories to take people by surprise. Myself included. To be safe perhaps, and to be clear (though I truly hope that if there are any stray readers who need this made clear to them, they find another story, another site. And psychiatric help), this about the fantasy of force, and the consensual role-playing of same. Ravishment then, not rape. There are a few theories about why women, and men, get aroused by this fantasy, but all I want to say here is that it's qualitatively different from non-consensual sexual assault. To confuse the two is to make a large sized category error. One is sex. The other is violence. And if this is more than enough to step on everyone's buzz thank-you-very-much, feel assured that violence is probably not your thing. If it is, go away, I mean it, you're not welcome here. ************************************************** God she was beautiful. I knew she turned women's heads as much as men's, even under her scarf, I knew her figure was one that would drop lovers into spirals of desire, even under her loose, her modest clothing. I found myself staring some nights, forgetting the TV, forgetting my book. Having to look away quickly. Once, one evening when I was in bed, alone, after I had felt the swell of arousal that made me think to masturbate, the image that entered my mind, suddenly, as I fell into my climax, after I'd thought of the people I always thought of, was of Laila, undoing her headscarf, her dress, pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall from her long, slim, smooth, brown body, naked underneath, standing in front of me, showing me, letting me look at her full firm breasts, her thick dark pubic hair. I let the thought take me, I felt my sex thicken and pulse with the sudden intrusion of unfamiliar desire, of forbidden lust, I came as I thought of her taking my hand, inviting me between her legs, holding my fingers over her sex, I shuddered with pleasure as I imagined touching her, my fingers feeling her warm wet pussy. It was one of those wonderful accidental evenings of wine and conversation that happen out of nowhere. We had the house to ourselves, the two other girls were both out, at least until much later. I started alone, planning on the single glass, knowing I'd give in to another. Some Friday night stuff on TV, the sound down, some music on. Drinking a little, reading a little. Laila joined me. And asked if she could have some. This wasn't a complete first, but it was still a rare occurrence. I padded back into the kitchen, got another glass and poured us both some cold Riesling. We drank and chatted, about nothing, everything. I still thought we'd both be asleep by ten. When I asked her about Karl. I'd seen them together once or twice, coming back from lectures. A couple of times leaving the house. I mean, I guess I thought they were friends, nothing more, I was teasing a little bit, goading her into admitting she liked him, fancied him, I enjoyed getting Laila to admit to erotic thoughts, to getting aroused. She said nothing. When I knew that if there was nothing to say she would have merely laughed, giggled, admitted to some attraction, or not. "Laila, you are being suspicious." "No, no no." "Yes, yes yes. Has something... have you and Karl...?" "What?" The image that had entered my head was overpowering, I couldn't resist expressing it. I played the daring one. It was an unusual role for me. Things were relative. "Have you touched his cock?" "Sali!" "What? Come on, I am interested, and if you have you know you want to talk about it, what have you done? Anything? Have you held his penis? Have you... have you sucked it? Have you slept together? Have you been fucking? Tell me." "Oh gosh, promise..." "Of course." "Promise you won't tell anybody?" "I promise." "Yes." "Yes? What?" "We've been... we have... we have made love, yes. Oh gosh." "Oh wow, Laila, oh that's so good, I'm so happy, I mean, he was your first right?" "Yes, yes." "You lost your virginity. What was it like?" "Well, I mean, technically..." "Technically?" "A few months ago, god, Sali I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind, I mean, I cleaned it completely afterwards..." "Sali, you are being suspicious again." "I was looking for, well, a book you'd mentioned, I really was, not that I thought it would be in a drawer, but I opened your drawers..." "Mmm?" "I saw, I found a... your..." "My vibrator?" "Yeah. And your... the other... your dildo. Yes." And I felt the first quick tremble of arousal, at her words, using them, the idea of her looking at my little toys, seeing the dildo, life-like, my colour, our colour, just about, thick, rippled with large fake veins, a pair of oval balls at its base, a large exposed glans at its tip. I knew it was more acceptable to avoid the imitative, that smooth white vibrators were more the thing for a politically aware sister. I hadn't been able to resist, it dated from my time with Paul, but the image of Laila coming across this large, real-looking cock in my bedside drawer, knowing what she would have to realise: that I had used it, that I used it on myself, to pleasure myself, that I had slid this dark penis inside my vagina, and given myself countless orgasms. "And? Laila, filthy thing, did you borrow it?" " " "It's okay, seriously, did you use it?" "Yes." "It's lovely isn't it? Didn't you think?" "Well, yeah, I mean, I'd never, not never, but..." "You put it inside your pussy?" "Uh-huh." I let this sit there. Let the thought of my friend touching herself, undressing, laying on her bed, feeling her own arousal, the anticipation, that lovely sweet nervous pleasure, spreading her legs, stroking my dildo over the damp skin of her sex, closing her eyes, wanting this, afraid of this, pushing that smooth thick cock head into her vagina, feeling her tight pussy grip it hard, pushing harder, deeper, fucking herself with it. "It was, it was nice, I mean, I wanted to, not to be, a virgin, this was before I knew Karl, I don't know, I wanted to know a little, what it might be like, to know." "Sure, very wise. Did you come?" "No, it hurt too much." "Oh." "Later I did." "Oh, really?" "Mmm, sorry, the next day, you were out, at lectures, I... I tried again, oh god it was so nice, I had an orgasm." "Your first?" "Not quite, my best." "Wow, that's so... where were you?" "On my bed." "Uh-huh?" "What?" "Laila, tell me, describe it." "Oh gosh, okay, I mean, I had planned it I suppose, I knew when everyone would be out, so, I had the house to myself, coming home, I felt nervous, this was so strange, nervous excited, and just, so, aroused. I knew, oh Sali I can't." "You can. Come on, you can tell me anything you like." "I... just coming home I mean, my... I was completely... you know... completely... wet. Oh wow I can't believe I am telling you this. I got home, and went straight to your room, and found it, the dildo, it felt so large, so thick and long, and real, I felt like I was touching a real penis, and... I took it, to my room, and... and I undressed, I got naked, Sali, oh dear, I lay on my bed, and... I pulled... I moved the mirror, so I could see myself, I lay naked on my bed, and watched as I... you know... used it..." "What did you do? Tell me?" "I... oh I was so wet, already, so aroused, I slid it over myself, I... I kissed it, I suddenly remembered it was yours, gosh, that... you might have... I kissed the end of it, and took it in my mouth, like it was real, I pretended it was real, that I was sucking a guy's hard penis, I licked it up and down, looking at myself, looking at it enter my mouth, I couldn't wait though, I was too excited, I lay back and..." "And...?" "I pushed it inside my vagina, I saw it slide into me, I felt it, oh Sali it felt amazing, the second time, stretching me, filling me, touching me so deeply, I looked at myself as I pushed and pulled it, and as I... you know... as I stroked myself, touched my... my clitoris. I really thrust it in and out of me, harder, really... as I stroked my clitoris, and I came, oh gosh, I had an orgasm, it was so huge, just massive, consuming." "Oh Laila, that's so lovely, I mean it, anyway, this is but a mere bagatelle, come on, what happened with Karl?" "This was, gosh, the first time, you must promise not to tell anyone, I mean it." "I promise. Of course. Now though..." "Okay, two months ago, I guess, we'd been seeing each other in our seminar group, and, sort of, hit it off, I did fancy him, I mean I knew I did, but, I thought, so what, he's... well... you know." "He's very fanciable, yeah." "I know, lots of girls, I've heard a few talking about him." "And you..." "What?" "Had you fantasised about him? When you... used my dildo?" "Well..., yes, actually, I did think of him, gosh. So naughty. Anyway, we were here, it was still quite early, but both of us were finished for the day-" "-hold on, slow down a little, what did you think of? What had you fantasised?" "Oh, nothing, I can't." "You can." "I... when I used your, you know, I imagined, I mean, I imagined him pushing me onto my knees, and I undid his trousers, pulled them down, his underwear, I... I kissed your dildo, and imagined it was Karl, I imagined... oh Sali, I thought of looking at his penis as it was released, so hard, already, hot, stiff, holding him, I imagined holding it, his hot hard penis, and taking it in my mouth, on my knees, I felt so dirty, this is what I did, in front of the mirror, another time, I knelt and sucked it, as I touched myself, looking, pretending." "Laila, wow, I knew it, I knew you were a filthy one." "I am aren't I. Sorry, it's bad isn't it." "It's good, are you silly? It's wonderful, being filthy, anyway, carry on, in real life...?" "I hadn't meant to invite him over, I hadn't planned it, we'd just walked together, and, we were here. I asked if he wanted coffee." "Of course. Do you drink much coffee?" "No. You know I don't, I had tea. He had, anyway. We were in the kitchen, our kitchen, at the table, kitchen and Karl was staring at me. I said "What?" He said "Nothing." But he was looking at me in a way I hadn't seen him do before, with something else in his eyes. I... I felt... turned on, I looked back at him, so, our eyes were locked, and suddenly I was so nervous, I mean, breathless. I said, I am so innocent I know, I asked "What is it?" And he said, quietly: "I really want to kiss you." He was still staring at me. My stomach tumbled, I was... I knew I was... god, I knew I was suddenly so damp. I head myself saying, looking at him: "Are you gonna?" He sat closer to me, next to me, and leant in, I barely moved, but I didn't back away, I wanted to kiss him, I was suddenly desperate for this. I knew it was, well, my parents, my background, his, this was so, I was so, his lips were almost, but not quite touching mine, I could feel his breath on me, on my lips, and then we touched, his lips touched mine, it was amazing, electric, breathless, I was trembling, his lips tasted amazing, soft, full, just, just slightly moist, and then I felt his tongue, touching my lips, I opened my mouth to him, and we kissed harder, I pushed my tongue onto his, oh god, I was holding back, but I was so turned on, absurdly so, with a kiss, I was kissing a guy, not a nice young Asian boy, this handsome sexy desirable white guy. I moved closer to him, I felt my desire rising, a loss really, something missing, or replaced by something more physical. The thought drove my body, which caused the thought: I didn't need to stop, we might not stop, I could, I could. And, he touched me, Karl moved his hands from my arm, my leg, to my breasts, oh gosh, he was feeling my breasts, through my clothing, I felt his hand cup me there, hold me, stroke my breasts, and feel my nipple, I knew it was so stiff, I heard myself moaning, almost, knowing what he was doing, gently stroking his hands over my breasts. He pulled me closer, dragged my chair closer to his, and I felt his leg between mine, pushing my knees apart, pushing my dress up, away, over my legs, and, oh, Salima, he touched me there, he moved a hand down to my bare leg, my thigh, I felt his hand stroking, holding my naked thigh. The thought kept coming back to me, filling me: I didn't have to stop him, we didn't have to stop, we might not stop. I did before, other boys, I had always stopped them, but I knew I didn't have to, I knew... I didn't want to. His touch was thrilling, I wanted more, suddenly I knew I'd let him do more, touch more of me. I wouldn't stop, my arousal blossomed within me as I let this thought erupt: I would let him do whatever he wanted. I kissed him harder, and... and touched him, I moved my hand to his leg, and held him there, as he stroked my breast, my tight tender nipple, the bare skin of my leg. And up, oh Sali, he moved his hand along my thigh, until I felt him, I felt his finger against my... against my sex... and I knew, I mean, I was so hot for him, I knew he'd feel this, the heat of me, the warmth and wetness of my aching trembling pussy, I knew he'd know now, he'd know I was completely aroused. I wanted him to, it aroused me more, to know he'd know, for him to feel my woman's reaction, my body's, the physical proof of my desire, uncontrolled, oh god, it was so nice, he pushed harder, still so gentle really, but pressing the edge of his fingers against my... against the lips of my sex, I found my hand drifting up his leg, drawn up, I couldn't stop it, I slid my hand along his thigh, until I lifted it, knowing, I knew what I was doing, I held it over him, then, softly, god, placed it over his crotch." "Oh Laila, oh god, you touched his cock, oh god, what did you think? What was it like?" "Sali, he was, I mean, I felt his penis, I knew what I was doing, for the first time, I had my fingers on a boy's penis, it was so weird, he was, his penis was so hard, I realised, he was aroused, his penis was erect, I felt this hard bulging curved ridge, I touched him there, I opened my fingers and held it. And I felt myself become so wet, I knew he'd feel moisture through my knickers, I knew he would, this felt so dirty, so good, so pleasurable, I squeezed his penis, he felt huge, so hard, it was so hot and hard, and then he had both hands on my legs, and was pushing my skirts up. I realised, oh my god, this thought, I realised he wanted to... he wanted to... he was ready to have sex, with me, this was, he wanted to do this, so normal, so natural, he wanted to... he wanted to fuck me. I knew I wouldn't, I couldn't, and this thought let me carry on. I'd stop, I knew I'd stop, so I didn't have to stop, not quite yet. But we stopped kissing, he pulled back, and looked down, we both did, he had lifted my dress over my legs, we could both see my long dark legs, he kept pushing, lifting my skirt, exposing me, like no-one had before, no boy had seen this much of me. I looked at his crotch, at the large bulge of his aroused penis. We kissed again, fell into each other, I didn't care what he thought of me, at this moment, I didn't care if all he wanted was a quick fuck with some little Asian slut, I just wanted this feeling to carry on, the pleasure was unreal to me, like nothing I'd felt before, like, I don't know, a drug, my entire body was tingling, like... like when you're exhausted sometimes, completely tired, nearly asleep, we kissed, harder, our tongues were touching, stroking, I held his hard cock harder, and felt his hands pushing my skirt up, completely exposing my legs, and my crotch. He looked again, we looked, at the bunched black material now around my waist, and the white cotton material that was all that shielded his gaze from my sex. And he saw, I could see, I could taste myself, the thick sweet scent of my pussy, and we could both make out a large wide shadowy patch of wetness in the gusset of my panties. Slowly, deliberately, he touched me there, I saw him extend his forefinger and touch this large damp spot where my underwear was sticking to my wet pussy. He touched, I gasped, he pushed his finger directly onto my vagina, my virgin genitals. I stroked him, my eyes were closing, I wanted him to touch more of me, he ran his finger along the thick moist seam of my labia, as my hand froze, I couldn't move I was so aroused, I could feel his penis throb, I could feel him getting harder, and then, oh Sali, both of his hands were holding the top of my knickers, and he started to pull them down. Oh god, I let him, I let him take my knickers off, I let a boy pull down my panties, my skirt pushed up, my legs bare, his hands on me, he pulled, and I let him, he tugged at the sides, they started to slide away from my hips, over my waist, we were kissing, I was gripping his penis through his trousers, but I wanted to see him strip me, I looked, I watched him easing the thin white cotton away from my dark skin, I could already see the peak of my pubic hair sprouting above the waistband of my knickers, I was suddenly worried he'd think I was too hairy down there, I am, god, my pubic hair is so thick, I've never done anything too it, he pulled, the sides came down, then the middle, I could see my thick dark hair coming into view, he was staring straight at me, down, between my legs, as he pulled, and pulled, I lifted my bum, without thinking, encouraging him, more, god, and my knickers were no longer hiding my woman's parts, the gusset stuck to my wet skin, then sprang away, he pulled and my knickers peeled away from my genitals, he kept pulling them along my legs, down, over my knees, taking them completely off, he pushed them to my ankles, and... and I lifted my feet, one at a time, so he could pull them away from my legs, god, I lifted my bare leg for him, just, sort of, spreading them as I did, knowing, I was naked there, I was naked from the waist down, lifting my leg for him. He picked up my knickers, breaking our kiss, and placed them on the table by the side of us, lay them there, I looked, we both did, at the long dark stripe of wetness at the centre of the crotch part. And he looked down, I suppose my legs were tight together, I looked, god, I looked at my exposed legs, for the first time, I was showing some of my bare body to a boy, my eyes travelled along my long thighs, to the top, to the dark protruding nest of my pubic hair. I looked at him looking, his eyes, his gaze was like the most intimate physical examination, then his hands were stroking my bare skin again, gently, god, so softly, along my thighs, up, down, up, and I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair, he touched me there, I felt him touch the thick humid flattened thatch of dark hair covering my pubis, just, just above my sex, his touch sent these huge waves of trembling sensation through me, I kissed him again, I pulled his mouth back to mine, his tongue, his sweet soft lips, and he pushed his hands between my thighs, still together, he slid one hand between the tight closed skin of my legs. And... and I moved my legs apart for him. I knew what I was doing, but it was still like my body was making decisions for me, my desire, my arousal, my pussy was demanding I carry on, I don't stop. I didn't stop. I kissed him, breathlessly, and felt his hands slide along the tender skin of my inner thighs, I pushed my legs apart for him, oh god, he was going to touch me, touch my... my..." With Laila "Laila..." My own voice was betraying my own thickening arousal. "Laila, it's fine, please, say it, use whatever words you want..." "... he was going to touch my... touch my cunt, my hot dark wet little cunt, I realised I was sitting forward, my legs now wide, spread wide, and, oh, I felt his finger on my thick slippery sex, I felt someone else touching my warm genitals, he threaded his finger through the thick forest of my pubic hair, hot, moist from my arousal, he parted the coarse fringes of my bush, the dense growth covering even the lips of my pussy, and touched me there, oh Salima, he touched my cunt, my sweet wet cunt, he pushed his finger between my swollen labia, and pressed the tight entrance to my vagina, I could feel the release of my arousal, the smell of me filled the room, and my desire, my body drew me on, I realised both my hands were on his... my hands were on his cock now, touching him there, stroking, rubbing the hot length of his stem, rubbing the shaft of his stiff cock, his cock, and I... I started to undo him, I can't believe I did even now, that I was so daring, so blatant, as if this was normal, for me I mean, that I hadn't don't this ever, kissed, been undressed, sat with my legs apart and my naked sex in full view, as I felt Karl's fingers so gently stroking my tender aching cunt, and I reached for his belt, and fumbled to unbuckle it, ripping, pulling, so clumsy, but getting each piece to separate, and attacking his buttons, his zip, pulling his trousers apart, feeling for the waist of them, his underwear, holding, I was so desperate to see him, to see his penis, his stiff penis, to feel it, to touch his hot hard cock, I held his trousers and pants and pulled, pulled them off, over his legs, I looked, I stopped kissing him, my legs wide apart, and watched myself strip him, watched as I tugged at his clothing, his dark pubic hair, the swollen root of his penis, more, more, his thick pale stem, white, creamy pink brown, a white guy, I didn't care, I less than didn't care, I was glad, it aroused me more, I pulled and released his stiff penis, I saw it, Sali, I saw his hard penis spring up, spring free, just bounce up from his thighs, straight up." "Oh, oh Laila, I love that moment, when you see him for the first time, or the second, or twentieth, when you pull his clothes off and his aroused cock bounces out. What was he like? What did you think of it? Did you like how it looked? How long? And thick?" "Oh god, he looked enormous, I don't know, I mean, I've never seen one before, not even a picture, and now there it was, right in front of me, a real one, an actual penis, bare, exposed, inches from me, this was the thought that sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body: I was looking at a guy's naked and erect penis, it looked enormous, shockingly so, I mean, so thick, just long and thick, this beautiful dark creamy beige colour, wide, I stared, for ages, his fingers still stroking me, his long white fingers still touching my little Pakistani pussy, as I stared at his creamy pink brown cock, he got bigger, I mean, once I had pulled his trousers and underwear down, his penis sprang out, and rose, it was so beautiful, amazing to see it getting longer, thicker, he looked huge to me, I mean, what's big? He looked big, and, so hard, this thing, this beautiful engorged thing, in front of us, growing, pulsing up, thickening, it made these tiny pulsing leaps up, until it was sticking up straight, I pushed his trousers and pants over his legs. And I just stared, I forgot to do anything, I was just staring at it, at his beautiful long stiff male organ, his soft foreskin, covering the end of it, but stretched a little, I could see the tight lips of his opening, shiny, wet, the tip of his penis was already slippery wet." "This is so good, I'm so pleased for you, god, and, oh, describe it, please, all of it." "All of it, it looked so lovely, I thought, strange but lovely, long, rigid, potent, god, this stiff male rod so blatant, so obviously aroused and ready to... ready to fuck me, to enter me, to slide inside my own sex. I looked all over it, down to his scrotum, so small, tight and round, I could see the shape of his testicles, his covering of dark pubic hair, and his erect penis sticking up straight, sticking up to his stomach, his shaft was so thick, in the middle, smooth, it had a really wide vein along the middle, and, oh Sali, wider at the top, his beautiful large oval glans, darker, I could just see underneath his foreskin, I could just see the darker, redder skin of his tip." "So you... so you... what did you do?" "I reached for it, and I held it, I held his cock, and found myself stroking it, looking, staring, I gripped his hot thick shaft and pulled his foreskin back, I don't know how I knew what to do, but, I did, somehow, I opened my fingers and closed them around his stem, it felt so good, so wicked, knowing, feeling it, it felt so thick, gosh, my fingers didn't quite fit all the way around, I couldn't believe how hard it felt, and how hot, just, god, so warm, his skin so soft, so smooth, velvet, silk wrapped around steel, and I looked, at my hand, at what I was doing, what it looked like, oh, his, that dark shiny smooth tip, I stroked his penis, and he moved, and kissed me again, and he pulled me up, I knew, I, god, he wanted to fuck, he wanted, he thought we were going to fuck, that, I had taken his trousers off, and held his erect penis, he had taken my knickers off, pushed my skirt up, exposed my hot wet pussy, of course, obviously, I knew, I knew he thought we were... he was going to push my legs apart, oh god, and push his hard cock inside me, he, a boy thought he was, I was going to let him put his erect penis inside my vagina, I, this wasn't going to happen, I knew, this, I was only going to do this in the right way, with the right person, it wasn't going to happen, so I could carry on, Sali, he pulled me up and pushed me back onto the kitchen table, lifted me, my dress around my waist, my knickers off, naked, I was naked, my legs, my ass, my soft wet hairy pussy, he lifted me and pushed my legs apart and stood between them, and... and... oh god... he... he knelt down, I, I almost... he knelt between my legs and put his face on my sex, and kissed me there, pushed me back, onto the table, my legs raised, my feet were on... and his mouth was on my pussy, his lips, oh god, he kissed my cunt, he kissed my sweet cunt, he was licking my hot wet hairy cunt. And it felt amazing. His lips touched mine, his tongue flickered inside my vagina, spreading my wetness up to my tight little clitoris, I nearly, oh, I so nearly had an orgasm." "Oh god, oh wow, that sounds so... so..." "I was laying back on the table, my legs spread, his hands on my thighs, then my naked ass, lifting me, holding me there, as he kissed my hairy cunt, I could feel his probing tongue licking my vagina, god, entering me there, flicking inside me, then over my thick labia, and up, swirling, sliding around my, all over my pussy, his lips, it was like he covered my clitoris with his mouth, all warm and wet, almost took it his mouth, his hands, his tongue, and, I pulled him up, oh Sali, I could have let him, just do that, I wanted, I knew, I mean, I had the thought, I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to spread my legs wide apart, and pull him to me, and hold his hard penis and guide it inside my vagina." "On our kitchen table? You fucked your boyfriend on our kitchen table? Where we all eat our cornflakes? This is where you had sex?" "Yes. Oh gosh, I know, it sounds so dirty. I, we, he stood, and pushed me up, back, holding my legs, and suddenly I could feel his penis, the length of him, his thick hard stem, I could feel a boy's erect cock sliding over me, sliding, I mean, between my labia, his stiff penis was sliding between the lips of my vulva. I... I pushed my legs further apart, and undid his shirt, I wanted his naked body on my own, I wanted to feel his bare skin, it was such a strong desire, I almost ripped open his shirt, and as I did he lifted my dress, he started to lift it off me, oh god, we were both going to be nude together, he shrugged off his shirt, I looked at a boy's naked body, I mean, swimming, beaches, photos, little bits, but never so close, I could see his pale skin, almost smooth, some hair around his nipples, at the centre of his chest, a thick trail from his navel down to his pubic hair, my eyes dropped, again, to his erect penis, he stood and pulled his trousers off his ankles, he stood, just, completely nude, naked, and aroused, a naked guy stood in front of me, his cock utterly rigid." "Shit, Laila, I'm feeling a little bit... this is such an erotic story. Tell me about his cock, describe it, I love hearing about different guy's cocks. " "He wasn't circumcised, I don't think I'd thought about that, he wasn't, I couldn't stop looking at him, on the table, I mean, laying on the table, my legs spread, naked from the waist down, my dark hairy cunt exposed, as I stared at Karl, his cock was so hard, oh Sali, it looked so hard, long, I mean, I don't know, he looked long, thick, sticking up, out, up but in front of him, and I could see his testicles, his tight round hairy scrotum, oh it looked so good, I mean, if I ever wondered, not that... but it turned me on, the sight of him, a naked man's body, his firm flat chest, his tight belly, his thick bush of pubic hair, and that thick raging erect penis." "And you did it there? Right there?" "Yeah, I know, he leant back to me, naked now, kissed me again, pushing my skirt, my dress, and, I undid it, I unzipped the back, I reached behind, he saw, I mean obviously, he knew, I wanted him to undress me, I touched him again, his bare body, as he lifted my dress, as he slid his hands under it, I felt his fingers on my belly as I stroked his back, then lower, his hips, his slim waist, and his naked bum. Oh god I moved my hands to his gorgeous firm little ass, one around the front, I held his cock again, stroking, oh, pushing his beautiful soft foreskin back, exposing his sweet wet shiny glans, as he pulled my dress over my body, and reached and unclipped my bra, and, I just ripped my Hijab off my head, this felt, I don't know, more revealing, more of an exposure, I shook my hair, he looked, I still had his penis in my hand and it throbbed, I felt him thicken, get harder, as I showed him my thick black rich hair, all of me, I pushed him back for a second and stood up, naked, both of us utterly wonderfully naked, this gorgeous young white guy, and me, this innocent young Pakistani virgin, and he looked at me, I could, I could see the lust, the desire for me, as he looked me up and down, my long legs, my breasts, my nipples, my smooth brown skin, my long hair and thick dark bush, my cunt, oh, I sat back on the table and opened my legs, and stroked myself once, stroked my genitals, I opened myself to him, I showed him the wetness of my sex, I showed him my dark wet tight cunt. " "You're such a filthy little bitch, I knew you were, it's always the quiet ones isn't it, the late blooming virgins who turn into shameless vixens when they become aroused." "I was, I felt like such a little slut, naked, legs spread, touching myself for him, looking, staring at his engorged penis, reaching, touching him again, feeling the heat of him, his unyielding hardness, but pulling him to me, onto me, into me." I realised I was getting aroused by Laila telling me her story, I didn't know whether I wanted her to go on and on, or cut herself short so I could find a way of going to bed, stripping myself naked, and masturbating with furious abandon. I sat and listened, aware that my own vagina was quite damp. I wondered if Laila's was? I wondered if telling had turned her on? Was she sitting, as I was, her legs casually apart, her pussy aching and swollen and wet? "Did he? What was he like?" "I told him, I mean, I had to: "Karl, Karl, I'm a virgin, I have never been with anyone, I want you to be my first, I want you to... to... fuck me, please, fuck me, just... " He said: "Oh god, are you sure? You want to?" "Oh Karl yes, I'm ready, I want it to be you, just... oh... your... it looks so big, please, be slow, please, your... your cock looks so big." "Oh Laila, you're so beautiful, you're just so beautiful, your beautiful dark cunt is delicious, oh god, you're so wet, I'll be slow, are you sure?" "Yes, yes, fuck me, oh please, put your... put your... put your beautiful hard cock inside my hot wet cunt." He moved closer again, between my legs, holding his penis down, bending it to my vagina, I felt it touch me there again, he stroked the tip of his cock over my sex, between my lips, until I felt it touching my vagina, I felt sort of scared at once, something shifted a little, I didn't want to stop, but, I don't know, not guilt, was it? Shame? That I should be enjoying this as much? I was still so wet though, he pushed, and I felt him enter me, oh god, I realised a boy, I mean, I had a guy's penis inside me, I tightened myself instinctively, I felt the smooth tip of his penis gripped by my tight little pussy, I reached and gripped his firm ass, I knew I had broken my hymen, using your dildo I mean, he didn't have to be so slow, so gentle, I held his tight ass and pulled him into me. "Oh fuck me, Karl, please, fuck me, oh god, I want you to fuck me hard, just... push your big cock inside me..." And he did. And it still hurt a little, not so much, he felt huge, god, like there was yards of it, thick, long, hot, stretching my vagina. But he fucked me, we were fucking, he sped up quickly, his arousal was as great as mine, I think he lost control a little bit, he pushed me back, and started to fuck me hard, we kissed, he touched my bare breasts, kissed them, kissed my small hard sensitive nipples, but was sliding his hard penis in and out of me, fast, hard, oh god, I could feel his pubic hair meshed against mine, our thick bushes pressed together, and his erect male organ penetrating me, entering me, god, I was no longer a virgin, I was having sex, I was fucking a boy, Laila, nice little well behaved Laila, nice little Pakistani girl, naked, her legs spread for a white boy, naked, he could see me naked, touch me, my hands were on him, and his beautiful big cock was inside me. She's let him take her clothes off, her damp knickers and showed him her dark thick hairy little Pakistani pussy, she was wet for him, her virgin pussy was so wet for him, and she had pulled him inside her, spread for him and let him put his erect penis inside her pure innocent body." "What was it like? Did you come?" "Oh it was wonderful. He just filled me, I felt impaled by him, it was quick I guess, but completely wonderful, god, he entered me, slow at first, just feeling himself inside my hot tight pussy, but, I mean, I told him to fuck me hard, I wanted him to, I held his bare ass, my legs spread, my feet flat on the table, as his cock stroked my aching wet cunt. I felt him slide in and out of me, kissing, stroking, touching my breasts, my hands on his tight bare ass, I could feel his testicles thump against me. But, I don't know, I couldn't, I mean, something held me back, my pleasure was trapped somewhere, held, I didn't know how close he was, we hadn't used a condom, I'm not on the pill, I had to say, I told him, I knew we had to be careful, but I meant it anyway: "I want to see you come." I did, I really did, I wanted to know what happens, and I wanted to see his pleasure, his orgasm, to know, to know he was really there. He fucked me harder, I pulled him deeper inside me, felt his pleasure reaching his own apex. I encouraged him some more, I wanted to see his cock again, hard, I wanted to see his semen, I heard myself saying words I didn't think I knew, turning myself into this filthy little slut. "Come on me, oh Karl, please, come over me, on my breasts, stroke your hard cock over me, cover my dark skin with your hot cum." And he did, god, that first time, I mean, he had to I suppose, but either way, I saw him pull himself out of me, oh, he pulled his cock from my vagina, slippery wet from my moistness, and held himself, he gripped his thick wet stem, and masturbated quickly, just, I don't know, so hard, so quickly, one or two, no, more, these rough hard strokes, and suddenly my body was wet, I looked and saw this thick long white streak of strange fluid on my stomach, creamy white, god, vivid against my dark skin, he was coming, I was watching a boy ejaculate, this was it, I saw another thick white spurt of semen pulse from the large still exposed shiny wet tip of his penis and splash onto my warm damp breasts, and another, god, there was so much of it, he seemed to come and come, these lovely strange long creamy ribbons of hot liquid being jerked from his penis and landing on my naked body. I touched myself, I felt it, warm, thick, I pulled him to me to kiss him again." "So, you didn't come? I didn't, first time, not many women do I don't think." "You said you did? With Paul?" "Oh, well, after, I mean, he kissed my pussy, he licked me there, I came when he did that." "Do you like watching men come?" "God yes, really, turns me on" We're still sipping wine. There is still the same delicious wetness between my legs. I don't want her to stop. I know she wants to carry on. She wants to share this, what she's been doing, she wants me to approve, or not quite this, but to accept, to normalise this behaviour. "It's my favourite thing, one of them, watching a guy, I used to make Paul masturbate in front of me, I'd stay dressed, maybe, take my panties off for him to see my pussy, he would be naked, and I'd tell him to stroke his hard cock for me, until he came, I used to be so... with him... so filthy, depraved, "come over my little Paki face, cover your little Paki slut with your hot cum", this sort of thing." I push my thighs together, and glance at the clock on the VCR. I am not sure when our house mates are likely to come back. I don't want our conversation to end, I have a feeling it will if we are joined by the others. "There is something else isn't there? I mean, you been fucking Karl for a couple of months now?" "Well, we've been, yes, you know, sleeping together, mmm." ""Mmm." Indeed. Has it been good? As good as that first time?" "Yes, oh Sali, the other day, last week I mean...." "Uh-huh. Tell me." "God, I can't, I mean, it was so... so..." "Did you come? The other times?" "No, I... it was good, I was turned on, but, something stopped me, I couldn't get there." "Right, but last week?" "Sali I can't." "You can. You have to. You know the others will be back soon, shall we decamp to my room? With the wine? " "That sounds okay." "And you can carry on telling me about your sexploits." "Oh, wow, my sexploits, gosh." "Come on, before they get back, upstairs." I take the wine, and the glasses, and pad up to my bedroom in my bare feet. Listening to make sure Laila is following me. We have shared beds together before, innocently, with warmth and friendship. Will she want to tonight? Do I trust my own intentions? I put on some music, play around with the lights. And realise what I am doing: I am trying to seduce Laila. What is up with me? She is beautiful, of course, I am tremendously turned on, but she's a she. I am not into shes. Guys, exclusively. Aren't I? Laila pours us both some more wine, and sits on the edge of my double bed. There is a little armchair opposite. I sit on the bed though, next to Laila. We both take a sip. "You're not stopping you know, not at all, there is something else isn't there?" "Yes, yes." "Hmm. Well?" I move myself up, over the other side, and lay down, propped up on an elbow. Laila scooches around and faces me, cross legged. I want to kiss her, I know I do, I want to feel her lips on my own, her naked body pressed against my own, I want to taste her, fuck, I want to touch her soft wet cunt, to kiss her there, to push her over, to hold the firm cheeks of her ass apart and kiss her tight little anus, run my tongue over her hidden hairy asshole. Thoughts collide with desires crash into fears. I need to watch this. We are friends, I don't want to fuck that up. Laila is struggling to come to terms with having sex with a guy, how would she react if her straight best friend tried something with her? How would I react? Do I really want something to happen? Is the thought enough? Would I really be willing, be able to do anything? To reach across, to touch, to feel another woman, to place my hand between her legs, to feel the strange damp warmth of another woman's naked sex? With Laila She looks at me, still fully dressed, still wearing her head scarf. "There's no guys around you know, you can relax a little can't you?" "What? Oh, sure, of course." And she unwraps her Hijab, slowly, carefully, and suddenly all the reasons for wearing it seem utterly reversed: it is not the covering up, but the revealing, this is what is likely to drive men wild, the moment their hidden wife exposes her head, her hair, her skin. Laila exposes her head, her hair. I have seen this before, only I have not, not this, not the moment she removes her scarf. She shakes her head. Long, thick, shiny black hair ripples over her shoulders. Her ears, those soft undulating mouths, long slim light brown, so soft looking, so smooth. Her neck, her exquisite neck. I check myself again. And feel my thighs tight together. I am so wet. God. I can feel strange sweet dampness between my legs. I want to undress for her, I want her to look at me, see my naked body, look at me the way I am looking at her. "Come on, stop teasing me, what did you do?" "Oh Sali, okay, he stayed over last week, no, the week before, we'd made love again, oh, just saying those words, I made love to him, with him, we were naked together, and he is holding me, afterwards, from behind, we're spooning I suppose, wonderfully naked, both of us are bare, there's a candle burning, you know my room, quite unadorned, Spartan you called it, we are lying naked on my small bed, warm enough to be uncovered, I feel so aroused still, gently so, alive, tingling, wonderfully naked, his hands are on my breasts, his lips on my neck, and, well, I feel his penis against my bare skin, soft, we just made love, he had an orgasm, and I love feeling this, don't know why, I loved feeling Karl holding me, naked, his soft cock pressed against my back, my belly, my leg, I can feel the thick course bush of his pubic hair. So, he was holding me, and I felt his penis stiffen, I felt his cock start to get hard again, this wasn't, I mean, when he stayed over we usually made love a couple of times at least, at night, again in the morning, I enjoyed it, even if I still wasn't..." "Oh Laila, really? You weren't having an orgasm?" "No, it was okay, it felt so good up until... but something stopped me. Anyway, I felt Karl's penis start to become hard again, and, well, I felt my vagina getting damp, just immediately, in response, feeling him getting hard made me wet, at once, he was so soft, kissing my neck, his hand barely moving over my breasts, my nipple hardened, as his penis got bigger, it was touching my bare bum, I felt his penis get hard against my butt, pushing against me, this wonderful stiffening length of male sex, he stroked my breast now, and touched my hard nipple, I moved my... " "What?" "I'm going to sound... you know... like a..." "Like a... filthy little Paki slut?" "Oh gosh, yes, exactly." "Good, carry on, I am... I am enjoying this, hearing you describe your own arousal, hearing you use those words, go on." "I... I moved back, to meet him, I pushed my smooth naked ass against his cock, felt it getting bigger, longer. There was this weird lovely combination of heat and colder air, my skin tight and cool, my bare breasts, my nipples so stiff, my pussy so hot, his penis starting to harden against me, again, I loved feeling him getting hard, knowing he wanted to make love again, knowing he wanted to push my legs apart and slide himself inside me, that he would hold his erect penis and push it inside my vagina, that we would have sex again." I wanted to have sex, with her, with him, both, together, I was experiencing desires I had not known before, I sat opposite Laila and imagined licking my friend's wet pussy as her boyfriend slid his hard cock in and out of her. Fuck. If nothing else I knew I was going to have to masturbate later on. "So, what had you done by this point? I mean? Had you... you know... sucked him?" "Yes, I had, is this bad?" "Oh Laila, you're so... what was it like? Come on. Detail." "Oh, just, mmm, lovely, really, he has such a nice one, soft it looks lovely, small and smooth, pale, I love watching him walk naked, across my room, or from the shower, looking at his smooth pale bare body, his dark pubic hair, how his soft little cock bobbles and dances as he moves, and hard, I mean, I don't think, he's not large exactly, or not huge, I don't know really, maybe he is, I mean..." "Compare him." "To whom? He's been my only one?" "Well, to my dildo, is he smaller? Or bigger?" "Oh, smaller I think, sure, by, I mean, not by much, nearly as thick, but not as long." "Okay then, so, shall we say, about seven? Somewhere around the seven inches mark?" "Oh Salima, do you judge boys that way?" "I like to know, I can't help it, it doesn't matter, I mean, I have not had many men, but they varied a fair bit, in size, none were huge really, but one was over eight inches I think, just about, and one, six, something, the sight affects me differently, but it's what they do to me, their hands, their mouths, their fingers, their imagination." "Of course." "Sorry, I am interrupting. What was it like when you sucked Karl's cock?" "I... I've only taken him my mouth a few times, and he's only finished in my mouth once, I don't know why, but this was so good, I didn't expect him to, I mean, I had him in my mouth, I was... I was sucking his cock, I had his penis in my mouth, and was so enjoying it, his hardness, the taste of him, pleasuring him, feeling so filthy, you know, nice little Pakistani girl with an English boy's cock in her mouth, sucking him, god, I had moved the mirror, without telling him, so I was sucking his cock, giving him a blowjob, thinking this, feeling so deliciously dirty, and I could see myself, I was watching myself, naked, my dark hair loose, my mouth, oh, my lips soft and moist and slipping up and down over an English boy's erect penis, I could see it entering me, and from nowhere, I mean I must have felt him tense up, but I was sliding my mouth up and down his penis, sliding my wet lips over his soft smooth tip, kissing his glans, licking his thick shaft, taking him, stroking, just touching his balls, pulling the tight cool skin of his scrotum, feeling him hard and soft at once, his soft tip and skin and rigid stem, letting him slip in and out over my lips when all of a sudden, just, without warning, my mouth filled with hot liquid, warm sweet cum, all of a sudden he was ejaculating in my mouth, I let him, it felt so good, just so good, knowing I had made him, I was making him come, I mean, I could, I had given him a proper blowjob, I closed my lips over his penis, and felt him coming, I could see his face, his body tensing, his hands holding my shoulders, his cock gushing with hot fluid, it felt quick, his semen, each spurt of cum, these quick pulses of male fluid, four sudden streams of warm semen filling my mouth, covering my tongue, my lips, god, just filling my mouth. I let some slip out of me, past my lips, over my chin, dropping onto my naked breast, so I could see it, see myself, see his creamy seed run over my dark skin." I know this, I think of this, men, bending to their laps, unbuttoning, I love staying dressed, pushing them back, reaching inside their underwear, releasing their hard organs, taking them in my mouth, sliding my soft moist lips over them until they climax. I know Karl, he is more than a little bit attractive. He is someone I might go for if Laila didn't know him. I imagine both of them naked together, Laila undressing for him, her full firm breasts and thick pubic hair, Karl's long pale body, his long stiff cock, Laila bending, holding him, pushing his foreskin away from his wet tip, taking it in her mouth. Karl wanting to control himself, wanting to pleasure her, giving in, passing the fail safe, giving in to his pleasure, feeling himself fill her mouth with his sweet thick spunk. "What did you think of the taste?" "Do you like it?" "I do actually." I say, truthfully enough. "I mean, in moderation, with the right guy, the right moment, when I am aroused, I love it. It's usually just the right amount as well, I'm not sure a pint of the stuff would go down too well." Laila is looking at me again, would she? Is she as aroused by the telling as I am by the tale? "Have you read The Butcher? Alina Reyes?" "No. No, I haven't." "I'm sure there's scene in that where she fantasises about drinking glasses full of hot cum, man after man ejaculating into this cup, and her pouring their fresh semen into her mouth." "Mmm. And you think... maybe? The right moment, the right men. "Bukkake." "Exactly. What?" "Well, it's a porn thing really, one woman, usually on her knees, a bunch of guys masturbating over her, and, you know, coming over her, over her face, one by one, or all together I guess, but, covering her with cum." "Ugh, ur, how horrible." "Yeah, I think as a fantasy, maybe. In reality, I think you'd have to feel just slightly degraded, that would be the point, that would be your thing, obviously. Or a pay cheque. And I'm sure your knees would get sore after a while." "Have you had a guy come on you? On your face?" "Is this what you did?" "No, cheat, you first." "Well." I think, I remember, my desire is re-routed back in time, back to Paul, to our games, our play, his long hard leaping cock. "Yes. I mean, not often, a few times, Paul, I could act out fantasies with him and know, he wouldn't, or, it was safe enough that we could both be as dangerous as possible." I do think back, and bring him back, with Karl, four of us, all of us, naked, together, and still, even within the fleeting moment of imagination, Paul and Karl touch each other, and Laila, Laila pulls my head between her legs, she pulls my mouth onto her sweet dark damp sex. "So, you second. Come on." "Okay, I mean, well, once he did, I loved seeing him come that first time, and after that we used condoms, so, he didn't have to pull out, but I asked him to a couple of times, and, told him to come over me, so he'd pull the condom off and masturbate over me, and... I suppose... once, or twice, he came on my face. I sort of..." "... liked it?" "Yes. And you have you done that too?" "Once, twice I guess, like I said, with the right guy, when you know he's pretending as well I think, with the wrong guy it's awful, but, the desire to be degraded, used, made filthy, literally, by his orgasm, to be reduced to something he can cover with his cum, it's a porn thing isn't it, who'd want to otherwise, who'd think of it. Or a male thing, the moment of least control, they want to use this too." "Mmm, I would, I did, I love seeing Karl come." I'd love to see Karl come, I'd love to watch them fuck, in this bed, in her bed, her legs wide apart, Karl's tight bare ass thrusting up and down, pushing and pulling his stiff dick in and out of her. "I might get undressed, and get into bed. Okay?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, of course." "Need the toilet first I think." I left Laila and rolled off the bed to go and empty my bladder. I did need to. I also wanted to touch myself, just a little, just for some relief. I ran to our bathroom and locked myself in. Pulled up my skirt and pushed down my knickers. I faced the mirror, looking at my exposed midriff, staring at the nearly black thatch of my pubic hair, it just about stopped where it should, it didn't trail up to my belly button, but it was so thick, so dense, covering my mons, growing and covering my vulva. I liked it this way, I hated shaving, waxing, I loved how it looked, how it felt. I pushed my fingers against myself, feeling the familiar cushion of soft hair, I looked at my hand, threading through my dark bush, feeling, pushing, until I touched my genitals. I heard myself gasp. I stroked my slim forefinger over my sex, I touched the tender skin of my swollen labia, lower, oh, I could have come right there, I pushed between my thick lips and touched my vagina. A wave of warm wetness was released. I was soaking. Hot, thick with desire, slippery wet with sweet arousal. Fuck. Laila, her story, I was so aroused. I penetrated myself gently, I felt my pussy close tightly around my fingertip, I slid it upwards, over my aching throbbing clitoris. It was not enough. I wanted somebody else. Tonight, I knew it. I wanted Laila. Oh god. I wanted my best friend. I wanted to feel her fingers on me, her mouth, her beautiful naked body next to mine. I sat on the toilet and pissed, even this felt good. I wanted to take my knickers off and leave them off. No. It had to come from her. Or not at all. I tore a few squares of paper and wiped myself. Dressed myself. Okay. I walked back and opened the door. Laila was still sitting cross legged on the bed. But had taken her clothes off, was sitting in nothing but her pale blue bra and panties. She looked up at me as I entered. Half naked, uncovered by her hijab, her long thick hair flowing over her shoulders. She looked at me. She smiled. My knees nearly buckled. I smiled back. Trying not to stare. She looked utterly ravishing. She is prettier than me, I knew this and didn't care, not quite as tall, an inch or two shorter, her skin was slightly darker, smooth, blemish free, her legs, oh god, she had such good legs, long, toned, slim, leading to her small pert little ass, her tiny waist, that slim flat stomach. I was staring, I had been, I couldn't stop. I gazed at the thin layer of material covering her sex, looking at the visible bulge of pubic hair pushing out against the cotton, able to see the dark shadow of her thick bush. Looking up, to her full firm breasts, larger than mine, god, high and pert, hidden by her bra, which she didn't need really, not for support, and not to disguise the shape and shade of her long thick pointing nipples. Another wave of dampness crashed through my vagina. "Sorry, you don't mind? I thought we could share your bed maybe?" "Of course, I love sleeping with you, so lovely and warm." "You too." "Right, I'll undress, and you can carry on with your sex story." I did, I pulled my black top up over my head, aware I had stopped shaving my armpits some weeks ago, aware the sight of my already thick dark hair present would possibly surprise Laila. I tossed my top behind me and unbuttoned my denim skirt, unzipped, pushed it over my hips, wriggled to loosen it, felt it drop over my legs before stepping free and kicking it away from me. I hesitated. Should I stop? Laila had seen me nude only a couple of times. I had seen her the same way. Though she was a little less blatant when she undressed. We had shared a bed on several occasions, usually when both of us were nude. Why was I hesitating? Because it was different. I knew it. I knew I would be undressing with less innocence than usual, I would be stripping and hoping she was looking at me, wanting her to, wanting her to feel at least the faintest tingle of arousal. My head told me to keep my bra and knickers on. My body told me something else. The situation decided. I was still standing, still facing Laila, her eyes still upon me. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. Trying not to look at her, trying not to strip for her, to put on a show. Trying, I guess, to be as natural and casual as possible. I pulled one strap along my arm, freeing my small breasts, dropping my bra onto my little pile of discarded clothing. Letting Laila look, if she wanted, at my now bare chest. I didn't know whether she was looking. It felt like she was. I felt examined. I felt currents of exhibitionist pleasure shoot through me. She was looking, she would, I would, at my slim torso, my smooth breasts, smaller than hers, my small stiff nipples. God. Fuck. I didn't stop. I pushed my fingers into the back of my knickers, and pushed them over my full round firm ass, over my legs, away from my genitals. I pushed my panties off and stood up, naked, in front of Laila. For a second, as if looking for something, letting her look at me, feeling her gaze upon me, upon my long bare body, my thick dark bush. I turned to get my wine, letting her glance at my bare bum. And climbed back into bed. Stood on the mattress, my sex level with her face. Sitting. Crossing my own legs. Opening myself to her. Fuck. What was I doing? I wanted her to look, to glance, between my legs, at my pussy, fuck, I wanted her to look at my large vulval mound, my dark lips, my thick dark hairy cunt. I remembered how wet and aroused I was. I had the sudden thought, the air in here, my room, I was suddenly aware that Laila would be breathing in my womanly scent, would be smelling the thick sweet aroma of my arousal. I took a large gulp of wine. "Come on, what happened during the time you were talking about? God. You're driving me crazy." "Well, it was more what it led to, but also the first time I had, well, okay, he was stroking my breasts now, kissing my neck, and his penis was getting stiff, I felt him getting hard, pressing onto my bum, and, I raised my knee, one knee, so I sort of spread my legs, Karl moved a tiny bit, his penis shifted and straightened so it was now pushing up against my sex, it was between my legs, I could feel it, hot and hard, touching my vagina, he rocked back and forth, rubbed himself over the lips of my... over me, and then, we hadn't said anything, he shifted a bit lower, changed his angle, I thought he was going to enter me from behind, but he pulled back a little, and, god, I felt the tip of his penis touch my... I felt his cock touch my anus. Fuck. Oh god, sorry. "Oh wow, you had...? He...? What happened?" I had this image now to contend with, Karl behind Laila, his hard cock pushing against her tight hairy asshole. Oh god. "Well, we had never, I mean, I had never, obviously, we hadn't even really talked about it, but obviously I never had, I mean, we'd only been sleeping together a short while, I was virgin before then, I hadn't even thought really of having anal sex, I hadn't considered whether Karl might want to. Anyway, his hands were touching my bare breasts, and I could feel the tip of his penis pressing between my buttocks, I mean, it was just touching my... my anus. And I didn't move, I thought to say something, to ask, or tell him no, but, it felt, just, not quite, nearly touching me there, I felt aroused, suddenly so wet, really, gosh, the thought of it, the idea of letting him, feeling him enter me there, this was so dirty, so forbidden, so wrong, having my boyfriend penetrate my anus with his erect penis. I waited for Karl, he barely moved, he held my breasts, and breathed on my neck, on my ear, he took an earlobe into his mouth, I love this, I felt his breath in my ear, and felt him push forward, just slightly, so the hard ridge of his penis, his thick stem was pressing harder on my anus, he moved up and down, his shaft rubbing my... oh Laila it felt so sensitive, just, I mean, my tender little opening, felt so alive, and the tip of him was sliding over my vagina." I wanted Laila to undress, I wanted to be naked with her, to look at her beautiful bare breasts, I wanted to watch her strip, pull off those small blue knickers, peel them away from her humid sex, lay flat as she did, her legs parting, her thick dark bush sprouting into view, her swollen mound glinting. "Hang on, let me light a candle, turn one of these lights off." It was an excuse, I didn't care how transparent, to get out of bed, for Laila to look at my naked body again, to feel her eyes upon me, to feel my own small breasts bounce and shake slightly, to bend over, for matches, away from her, hoping she would look, hoping her eyes were on my smooth ass, hoping she might glimpse the dark flesh of my pulsing wet cunt. Oh god, oh Laila, I am so wet for you, tonight, I don't know why, my tight young cunt is so hot and wet for your sweet touch, your sweet mouth, your fingers.