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Something Different

By: Bayjaytay



"Let's do something different," he said.

"Different like what?" I asked. 

"You know, in bed."

I turned to him and he had that glint in his eye. 

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. 

The last time we tried something different a bunch of teenagers caught us in flagrante having sex in the park near our house. It was highly embarrassing to say the least especially since we both are respected college professors. Naturally, I was leery this time.

"Well, nothing too crazy," he started.

"Oh, will it at least be in the house this time?" I asked.

"That's not fair," he protested. "I didn't know those kids were having a party in the park that night!"

"We were lucky they weren't our students," I reminded him.

He sighed, "I know."

"No hammock?" 

He blushed. "No hammock." 

He had a bright idea that sex in a hammock would be fun. He bought a big hammock and strung it up between two trees in our back yard. I asked him if he had strung it tight enough and he said he had. We climbed in and started fooling around and just when we got to stroking really good, a couple of strings popped and we both fell on our butts. 

Well, actually, he fell on his butt and I fell on top of him. He strained his back and was out of commission for nearly a month. 

Then there was the "motion lotion" that was supposed to stimulate my lady parts and make my orgasm more intense. Neither of us knew I was allergic to the stuff and instead of stimulating me, it burned like holy hell and we couldn't make love for a few days till my coochie cooled off. 

So yes, I was a bit wary when my darling man spoke of "something different." We hadn't had much good luck with "something different."

But I loved my brave Lothario and I was willing to try things with him. He was clearly the most amazing man I had ever met and he was clever and funny and gorgeous. He had dark brown hair and beautiful dark eyes that looked like brown velvet. His eyelashes were long and thick and just what most women would have paid a king's ransom for. 

He was just under 6 feet tall and had a nice body and a very cute little bubble butt. His smile was bright enough to light up a room and he had big dimples and a darling rosebud mouth. I was happier with Kirby than I had ever been in my life. He made me laugh till I cried sometimes and then he would take me in his arms and make love to me till I was screaming. 

Really. The neighbors had called the cops on us twice. 

Kirby was a brilliant physicist and he taught classes but he also worked on some projects dealing with astronomy and black holes. He also played bass guitar and sang in a rock band and he was kind of famous for that. He was 50 years old and looked like he was 30. 

Not a line in his face or a sag or a bag. His skin was perfect. He had a few gray hairs but it looked kind of sexy honestly. He looked good in a tight pair of jeans and better in shorts. He had big thick sexy thighs and I loved them. I love a man with sexy thighs. 

Lots of his female students had been batting their eyes at him but I had put them on notice that I would beat the living shit out of the first girl who put her hands on him. I was in no mood to compete with a hot ass 20 year old who wanted my man. I'd karate chop the little whore right in the throat if she got pushy. 

I also taught at the university but I taught English -- specifically Southern Literature. Faulkner was my specialty. Our offices were in different buildings but we managed to keep close to each other each day. I went to his office or he came to mine and we had lunch or...er...whatever... together.

Our lunchtime interludes were hot and steamy and so much fun! We had Sirius XM in the offices so we put on some music -- sometimes classic rock and other times classic r&b or smooth jazz or just some cool jazz and we managed to have fun on the couch, in our chair, on the desk, on the floor, even up against the wall. Ok, that one was a little strange but we ended up laughing and scratched that one off the list of things to try. 

Kirby had written several books but in one, he had spoken at length about me. I loved the way he describes me and how he feels about me so I borrow it quite frequently. 

"I am lucky enough to have met the most wonderful woman on this planet -- or any other in my estimation. My Anna is not only brilliant and beautiful, she is sweet, loving, loyal, kind and understanding. 

Did I mention beautiful? 

Anna is petite and has all the right curves in the right places. She wears her hair in braids which I love. She has beautiful brown skin and big dark brown eyes that are glowing all the time. Her lips are so lush and sexy that I could kiss her all day every day. For a short little thing, she has a round delicious ass and long shapely legs and the sweetest tits this side of heaven. 

A few silly asses have asked me why I have a black woman as my girlfriend and I say why not? I fell madly in love with her once I looked into her eyes and by the time I touched her and saw how downright amazing she is, I was hooked. I've never met a woman like her and I fall in love with her more every single day. 

She is an English professor here at the same university where I work and I know very well I have to make an appearance every once in a while to keep any of the Big Men On Campus from getting any cute ideas about her. She's MINE all MINE and I'm fully prepared to kick a young ass if I have to. Lucky for me, she isn't turned on by the young hunks so I am blessed to have all her attention to myself. 

She is loving and supportive and has a great sense of humor and she indulges all my wild ideas and promotions with a smile. And she's beautiful. I did say that, didn't I? Well, she is. And she is sexy as hell. I love her madly."

See why I love him?

But anyway, "something different....." Ok. 

Apparently he had come up with something really cool this time. He was all excited. But Kirby gets excited a lot so I just had to wait and see what he had planned. 

I was going to take a long leisurely bath that night and I was going to rub myself down in my favorite scented oil. I had laid out the peach colored nightie that he loves. It's sheer and it is floor length but it has a sexy slit up to my hip almost and he loves that. It gets his motor going so I love to wear it for him. 

He asked me not to take my bath till after he had finished working on something so I decided to lie down and wait for him. I had a glass of wine while I went through the channels on television. He came breezing past me and went into his bathroom and I thought he was going to take a bath with me but he came back out and went back into the office again. I had no idea what he was doing so I just watched television. 

Uh, yes, we each have our own bathroom. It makes for a very happy relationship. His has a very large shower that we use when we want to shower together and mine has a large Jacuzzi. 

But anyway, I finished my wine and dozed off. It had been a long day and we'd had a big dinner that night. Kirby had cooked steaks for us on the grill and grilled corn and baked potatoes and a huge salad and I had baked a pie and we'd had pie a'la mode. We didn't always have big meals like that but we'd both wanted a steak and so we indulged. I figured whatever foolishness we got into before we went to sleep would burn off the calories. Sex with Kirby is so damned much fun....

When I woke up, I felt restricted. I couldn't turn over and I couldn't move. I thought at first I was having a bad dream but as I woke completely up, I realized why I could not move. Kirby was sitting by my feet and I looked up and saw that he had tied my arms to the bedposts with some silk scarves and was busy tying my feet also. And I was naked. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I squeaked. 

He stopped and grinned at me. "I'm tying you up."

"I can see that. Why?" I asked. I tugged at the restraints on my wrists. 

"I thought it would be fun. I don't have you tied that tight and if you really want me to, I will take you loose. But I want to try something. I promise I won't leave you tied up long and I will make it worth your while, Anna baby, I promise," he sounded like an excited little boy. 

I trusted Kirby with my life and I knew he would never do anything to hurt me. I also knew he had been talking to the Biology professor that he hung out with. Bruce was a Dom and he lived completely immersed in the BDSM lifestyle. He and his wife had a dungeon in their house and they had play nights with their friends quite often. Kirby had talked to me about it and I had promised I'd go to one of their play nights with him. I wasn't curious about it at all but I knew Kirby was. He had promised not to do anything to hurt me or anything that I didn't like. I knew he wouldn't. 

I sighed and shook my head. There wasn't much I could do anyway since I was restrained. 

"You better fuck me till my teeth rattle," I told him. 

He gave me a sly grin. "I'll do better than that." 

Kirby was many things but he was not a liar. I got goose bumps thinking about some of the delicious things he had done to me in the past. And he was so excited about this. I was probably going to enjoy it even if I was a bit uncomfortable with it right now. 

He leaned over me and kissed me and told me he loved me. Then he put a blindfold on me. That freaked me out. 

"Shh..." he said softly, "just let me have fun with you, Anna. Please. It will be all right."

I lay there shivering slightly and then I felt something soft moving up my leg. It felt like a feather. It moved up my leg and across my body, around my breasts and up my neck. He kissed me again and trailed the feather down my torso. It tickled slightly and I giggled and then I felt his touch but not his hand. He had a glove or something on his hand and it was soft and felt like velvet. He caressed my whole body and my nerve endings were tingling. Because I couldn't see what he was doing, the anticipation was maddening. My nipples were hard and I was shivering. 

He put something on my breasts that was cool and I smelled that it was chocolate syrup. He put more down around my vagina and I also smelled strawberries. 

"I'm gonna have a double chocolate sundae," he said softly. I didn't know if it was ice cream or whipped cream but he smeared something cold on my flesh and then began to lick it off. It felt wonderful. I couldn't move and I was shaking but he kept licking and sucking whatever it was he had smeared on me. He sucked my breasts, obviously enjoying his treat. I enjoyed it too. I wanted to touch him but I couldn't. All I could do was lie there as he enjoyed his dessert on my body. He licked his way down to my pussy and I cried out, "Dammit, Kirby, let me loose!"

"Oh no, baby, not yet! I haven't had the piece d'resistance!"

"What's that?" I asked. 

"A chocolate ice cream pussy sundae with strawberries and peaches and whipped cream."

And he was serious as he could be. He took the blindfold off and he was putting his treats on my body and licking them off. It was slow torture for me. The cold of the ice cream, the warmth of his mouth...licking and sucking and nibbling on me -- it was driving me crazy! And he had a monstrous tent in his shorts. 

"Kirby, it's no fair that I can't touch you!" I cried. 

"In a minute, baby, in a minute..." as he sprayed whipped cream on my pussy. 

My mad scientist went to work on my body. I had two orgasms and he still wasn't finished. I was sticky and wet and covered in all kinds of stuff but he didn't care. I saw that look in his eyes. And he was hard as a rock. He rubbed that cock on me and climbed over me and he was inside me in a second. 

"Kirby!!!" I wailed. 

"Yes, baby, you feel so good...." he moaned. 

"Let me go! Please!" I begged. 

He pulled back out and released my legs and held them open and plunged back inside me. Then he reached up and let my arms loose and I held on for dear life. It was as if he had never made love to me before. He was wild, pounding and slamming himself in me and biting and kissing me. He was growling like an animal when he came. 

The bed was a mess. I was a mess and so was he. I stripped the bed and put clean sheets on the bed and he ran some bath water for us. 

We sat in the tub and I caressed his face. He smiled at me and kissed my hand. 

"So did you like that?"

"I don't think I liked it as much as you did," I said.

"Oh I loved it. It was the best. You can't imagine how delicious you are with chocolate syrup and strawberries on your snatch," he sighed.

"It got you going didn't it? You put some lovin' on me after you had your dessert," I sighed. 

"You have no idea. I got so turned on I could hardly wait to get my dick in you."

"You were excellent," I said softly.

He peered at me, a languorous look in his gorgeous eyes, "I was? Really?"

"You really were."

"So we can do that again?"

"The next time I tie you up."

He grinned. "Deal. Tie me up and have your way with me. I love it."

It took a week or so, but I got him back. 

I bought some velvet handcuffs and some other toys. He had no idea what I was planning and that was how I wanted it. 

He was sitting in bed reading when I came in and sat next to him. He reached out and caressed my thigh and kept reading. I took his hand and slipped the cuffs on before he realized it. He tried to pull his hand back and looked up at me slightly puzzled. 

"What's going on, babe?" he asked. 

"Turnabout is fair play," I purred. 

I cuffed his other hand and then slid off the bed and cuffed his feet. He was grinning and already getting hard in anticipation of what I was going to do. 

I put on some music, "Europa" and started to slowly dance in front of him. I had worn a long black dress that day but I had covered it with a sweater and I had worn my Doc Martens with it. Now he could see that the dress was low cut in the front and my breasts were almost popping out of it and it was long and clung to my body all the way down. I swayed my hips to the music and turned around giving him a view of my ass as I danced. 

"Oh fuck...." He sighed. 

I slid one strap off my shoulder and undulated my hips and then the other strap. The dress eased lower and my boobs were just barely holding it up. I danced a sensual dance that I knew would leave his mouth dry. 

"Come here, baby," he said, his voice low, "come here and give me some of that ass. Rub it right across my face."

The dress slowly slid down my body and I stepped out of it and I was nude underneath it. I danced across the room and then moved closer to him and eased across the bed till I was close to him but not touching.

"No fair, baby, don't tease me!" he yelped. 

I leaned over him and kissed him without touching any part of his body but his lips. Then I shook my tits right out of reach of his mouth.

"Anna! Baby, please! No, not like that! Come touch me please. Give me a tit or your ass or something, please, baby!"

I tangled my fingers in his hair and straddled him. I rubbed my pussy on him and licked the side of his face and sucked his neck and went down to his nipples and sucked them both till he was nearly in tears. I licked my way down to his cock that was hard as could be. 

I fell in love with Kirby's cock the first time I slid my hand down his jeans and felt it. I could not believe it. It's fantastically thick and it's long too. The head is just round and heavy and so smooth and big. One of my pleasures in life is sucking on that thing and stroking it with my hand. I love it. 

But I didn't want to suck it just yet. I wanted to torment him for a while longer just as he had done to me. I slid back up his body and sat just over his face but didn't let him lick me as he wanted to. He began to growl and struggle against his restraints. 

"Anna, this isn't right. Please. Let me go. Or sit on my face, please. I want some pussy, baby. Please," he whined. 

I lowered myself just enough that his tongue touched me and then I moved away. I put my fingers inside my pussy and then rubbed them around his nose and put them in his mouth and he sucked them like he was starving. He almost screamed. 

I slid up and down his body for a while longer and then I started licking his cock. He was pushing himself up to my mouth and moaning, "Please, please, PLEASE, Anna...."

I picked up the vibrator I had bought and turned it on and pressed it up against his nuts. He let out a long deep moan that got my nipples hard. I sucked the head of his cock and massaged his nuts with the vibrator. He was tossing his head from side to side and moaning. 

Kirby has a very sensitive butt and he loves when I play with it. I lubed up the vibrator and he knew what I was going to do and his eyes lit up. 

"Oh, baby, yes, yes, put that in my ass now, baby, now and then suck my cock. Oh shit baby, shit..." he was babbling. 

I slid it into his ass and he was jerking and groaning so loud and hard that I thought he would come on the spot but he didn't. I started fucking his ass while I sucked his cock. He was in sheer bliss. 

I let his cock out of my mouth with a loud plopping sound and then I put some oil on him and I rubbed myself on it. I pulled the vibrator out of his ass and slid down on his cock. He was screaming then. He was more turned on than I'd seen him in a long time. 

I reached up and let his hands loose and he grabbed me and started moving me up and down on his cock. I climbed off him and uncuffed his feet and he grabbed me and threw me down on the bed on my stomach and rammed himself in me and began to fuck me so hard and fast, his ass was moving like a piston. 

My orgasm was so intense I was nearly paralyzed for a few minutes. He was going and going and going and I was screaming and he was howling and we both came like hell at almost the same time. 

I sat up and looked down at him.

"Oh you look so smug," he said.

"Shouldn't I? Did I make you happy?"

"Oh, yes you did. You vixen. You teased me unmercifully. I almost exploded. Your pussy was hot as lava. Dammit woman, you drive me crazy!"

"I just wanted to give you just a little of what you gave me."

"Baby, this something different stuff is working out pretty well, isn't it?" 

I laughed in spite of myself. He was right. It was. 

"Give me time to think of something else," he said, settling down to go to sleep. 

My mad scientist. I snuggled up against his body and wondered what he would want to do next. There was no telling with him, but I would be ready. We were on a roll.

Something Different



Tom bent forward, peering into the banana-yellow Ford's interior. Just as he'd anticipated, he saw me, his younger sister, Bev, in a lip lock with my latest boy toy Brian. They way our faces were stuck together, we could have had Super Glue on our lips. Tom didn't overlook Brian's hand under his sister's blouse and, no doubt, my bra, although he couldn't blame Brian for copping a feel; I have great tits for an eighteen-year-old. Still, he thought he'd better pry us apart before things got any further out of hand. He doubted our parents wanted to become grandparents quite yet. "Strawberry!" he cried.

Brian and I threw ourselves apart, both of us shocked and embarrassed. Our faces were crimson.

Tom repressed the urge to laugh. "Hey, Bri," he greeted the other boy.

Brian avoided his gaze. "Uh, hello, Tom. Didn't know you were there, man."

He ignored the comment, looking past Brian, at me. Hands scrambling, I was frantically adjusting my bra and blouse. "You'd better get home, Berry," he warned me. "Mom and Dad are going to start worrying."

He was right, I knew. I'd told Mom and Dad that I was going to the mall, but that had been three six hours ago, Usually, even I didn't shop that long. I was eighteen and, legally, an adult—but a daughter was always a child to her parents, I'd learned, no matter how old she became.

"Okay, Tom," I said. "Now, could you leave us alone for God's sake?"

"If you promise to go home. Right now."

"Okay, okay."

He grinned. "See you, Bri," he said, before leaving us lovebirds to ourselves.

"Why does he call you 'Strawberry,' Bev?" Brian asked me after my brother was gone.

I rolled my eyes. "It's just a nickname he's called me since I was ten."

"But why 'Strawberry'?" Brian persisted.

I blushed. "I guess he liked the sound of the word," she answered, "or maybe because, when I was younger, I had strawberry-blonde hair."

"Yeah," he quipped, "because you hadn't discovered peroxide yet."

He tried to kiss me, again, as he held my breast, but I removed his hand. "I really do have to get home, Brian," I declared.

"Okay," he said, "Strawberry."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? Your brother does."

"He may; you don't."

"Why not?" Brian repeated.

"Because I said so. Now, take me home."

#

"So, how was your date with Big Bri?" Tom asked when I entered the living room. Using the remote control, he switched off the TV set, giving me his undivided attention.

"Fine," I replied, "until you showed up."

"So how far as he gotten? Second base?"

I didn't respond.

"Third?"

"None of your business."

"Home run?"

"Creep."

"He scored?" Tom asked, his tone incredulous. "Brian?"

"No, he did not 'score,' as if it were any of your business."

"So Big Bri is still a virgin." Tom picked up the remote, to turn the set on again. It didn't seem that his sister had anything interesting enough to relate to him that warranted a disruption of Dumbasses on Tape.

#

Brian hadn't scored yet, I thought, after I'd entered the sanctuary of my bedroom, locking the door behind me, and sprawled upon my canopy bed, flipping idly through a gossip magazine concerned with teen idols. The Biebs featured prominently on the front cover. Would he "do time" for driving under the influence of alcohol? Would President Obama repeal his green card and send him back to Canada, as a poor role model for America's youth and a danger to society in general? I hoped not. I couldn't stand Justin. He was a total jerk. But he was kind of cute. If I ever had the chance—well, a girl could dream, couldn't she?

As far as Brian was concerned, though, I was undecided as to whether I'd let him go all the way with me. He was cute, too, but he was more than a little immature. In my experience, though, most young men—including my brother—are childish in many ways. Brian was a bit of a geek, too, and a momma's boy. At nineteen, he still collected superhero comic books and couldn't play enough video games, and, despite his image of himself as a ladies' man, he was about as clumsy as he was inexperienced. A girl could always tell how many time a guy had been with girls by how adept he was at unfastening her bra. Brain was all thumbs. But he was cute. I had to give him that. So, maybe. . . .

I put aside the teen idol magazine and popped a pornographic disc into my DVD player, which had been a birthday present from Mom and Dad—the DVD player, not the porn—and watched a couple of men have at it. I liked to watch men have sex. I liked to watch women have sex, too, or men and women, or men and "shemales," or shemales and women, or shemales and other shemales; I wasn't particular: it was all good. But I especially enjoyed watching one young, muscular man submit to taking another lean, muscular man's thick, hard cock up his firm, compact ass. Watching a man thrust deep and hard into another guy's ass always drenched me. This time was no different, and, within minutes, I'd wet not only myself but my bed. Someday, I'd make a would-be lover prove his "love" for me by taking another guy's cock up his ass while I watched. From Brian's vague comments, I understood (but pretended not to) that he had a fetish for anal sex and that he'd like to try it with me if I thought I might like to "experiment" with "something different." I chuckled. I'd been on the receiving end of anal sex many times, but it might be fun, indeed, to turn the tables on Brian and see how he liked taking a prick up his ass. I imagined Brian, with Tom's dick buried in his bottom, the former's ass cheeks bouncing and flattening before my brother's pounding pubes, and I found my cunt awash, again, in its own juices, as I climaxed again—and again. 

Whew! I thought, grinning. Sex is exhausting!

Inspired by the thoughts of two guys doing it to each other, I ejected my previous DVD, replacing it with All Anal, All the Time, which contained several scenes of all-male threeways. One such scene showed one man fucking another while a third attacked his own ass from behind. It was incredible. As I watched, my fingers stroking the hard bud of my clit within the moist folds of my sex, I imagined that it was Tom who fucked Brian—and it was I who fucked my brother, using the massive latex strap-on I'd bought recently, just in case.

#

Instead of the actors, I imagined Tom and Brian, in their places, joining them, in my imagination, as the DVD played.

Brian repositioned himself on the bed, resting his weight upon his elbows and knees. His ass was high in the air, and his legs were parted wide. Between his thighs, below the tiny, puckered dimple of his asshole, I could see Brian's balls, hanging like the clapper of a bell. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, I thought; it tolls for thee. As Tom knelt behind Brian, pointing his erection into the cleavage of Brian's sleek ass, I strapped on my dildo—a 12-inch monster as thick as my wrist—and took my place on the crowded bed, not kneeling, nut squatting. My position, was awkward, and, once the action began, it would be difficult to maintain on a mattress that dipped and rolled, but it afforded me the ability to penetrate my brother to the greatest extent possible; I'd be able to drive the entire foot of my massive artificial cock through his gaping anus, deep into his rectum. Doing so was well worth the discomfort and the effort of maintaining my footing while I pounded the boy, my brother, who fucked Brian.

Brian squirmed, grunting, as Tom eased his cock through his conquest's tight orifice, and my brother did the same as I slid the tip of my latex organ into his tiny asshole. Holding my erection in my fist, I guided it between the silken cheeks of my brother's firm, compact buttocks. The dildo's rubber glans pressed against the ring of his anus. Overcoming the resistance of my brother's tight, round muscle, I continued to drive my prick forward, through the tight sphincter and deep into his ass, stopping only when my lower belly was hunched over his bottom and my pubes and balls shoved against his lower ass cheeks and perineum.

Meanwhile, Tom fed another inch, and then another, into Brian's bottom. We'd lubricated our respective members well, and the slick pricks penetrated their respective asses fairly readily, although not without some protest on the parts of the young men who endured the organs' invasions.

Tom gasped. "Your cock is so big!" he cried. "I feel like you're going to split me in half!"

I slapped his ass. "Take it like a man, you pussy!"

I eased back, and then shoved the monster cock back through my brother's anus. When my balls slammed into his perineum, I again pulled out, leaving only the glans inside his asshole, and plunged home again, ramming my thick, hard prick as far as possible into Tom's bowels. Back and forth through his gaping anus, I pumped my prick with greater speed and force until I was fucking my brother with a passion that bordered upon violence. Tom, rocked beneath my every advance, gasped and moaned, squirming beneath me as his buttocks flattened and rebounded with every stroke. I fucked my brother as if he were a slut or a whore, and, I could tell, he loved it.

As I fucked Tom, he buggered Brian. However, the intensity with which my brother drove his prick back and forth through Brian's anus, plunging it repeatedly into Brian's impaled bottom precluded the longevity of their intercourse. Within mere minutes of his having introduced his cock into Brian's ass, Tom was spurting his seed. As the semen erupted from his balls, Tom jerked his cock free, firing the warm, thick, white rounds of ejaculate over Brian's creamy, smooth buttocks and along his sculpted back.

Spent and exhausted, I withdrew my huge, glistening cock from my brother's bowels and sat back, on the mattress, watching as Brian fell forward, on his belly, Tom, collapsing atop him, my brother's cock riding the semen-slick furrow between Brian's cum-splattered buttocks.

The words "The End" appeared on the TV screen as this segment of the film ended, and Tom and Brian became, once again, the actors who'd enjoyed themselves for their viewers' benefit.

Needless to say, my cunt was drenched, and I had not two, but three additional orgasms!

I'd also decided that Brian would have my ass, just as he'd hinted (several times now) he wanted. Maybe, if I decided to let him be my boyfriend, I'd make him repay the favor, eventually, with him on the receiving end of my strap-on—or, maybe, another man's flesh-and-blood cock.

#

So, a few days later—I act fast when I've made up my mind about something—Brian and I are at it again, this time thirty miles north of town, at the end of a dead-end gravel road that doesn't appear on road maps and is unknown even to most local motorists.

We'd stepped out of the car and found a suitable place, not far off the road, screened by sage and sycamore trees. I'd already removed my clothes and, sitting naked, I watched Brian take off his garb: Stetson hat, plaid shirt, jeans, socks, cowboy boots, and briefs. His cock was so stiff that it looked painful. Apparently, he didn't believe in wasting any time, either.

I toyed with the idea of telling him, right up front, what I'd demand in return for allowing him to butt-fuck me—my return of the favor, using my latex cock in place of his by-comparison miniscule, although genuine, prick—but I decided it would be more rewarding—to me—if I sprang it on him the next time he mentioned "experimenting" with "something different." It'd be "different," all right, I thought. He'd get to see what it was like to be on the receiving end of a cock much longer, thicker, harder, and more indefatigable than his own!

First things, first, though: to hook him, I had to let him fuck me in the ass; later, I'd reel him in, and, then, it would be his ass that got fucked.

Wen he'd applied lubricant to his stiff-standing prick and I had done the same to my asshole, I knelt upon the ground, atop thick grass and a blanket of leaves, dropped forward, onto my palms, spread my legs, and waited, my back arched and my defenseless ass high in the air.

Brian knelt behind me. I could feel the smooth-firm glans of his penis bob against the cheeks of my ass. Impatient to begin, I decided to help him out. Taking his prick in my fist, I guided the tip of his erection between my buttocks, pressing the glans against my anus. There, his cock met stout resistance, and he flailed about, like a hooked fish, trying to ram his thing into me. I wriggled my hips as he jabbed his cock head more firmly, more resolutely, into the dimple between my cheeks, and I felt the ring of sphincter muscle expand, opening, to accept his member. I gasped, feeling Brian's thick, long cock slide through my asshole.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Sure, honey. Fill my ass with your big, hard cock."

He'd managed to insert a couple of inches. Now, he pushed another couple of inches of his manhood through my asshole, watching the thick column of rigid flesh vanish within my wide-stretched anus. I squirmed, biting my lower lip.

"You okay?" he asked again.

"Yes. Stop asking. I'll let you know if there's a problem."

"Just trying to be considerate."

"I know, and I appreciate it, but asking me if I'm all right every two or three seconds—or every two or three inches—tends to break the mood."

"Okay, sorry." He slid another two inches of cock into my behind. Pausing, he let me enjoy the sensation of being crammed full of his prick as it stretched my asshole to many times its normal size.

"It's amazing how you can take my nine inches up your tight little ass or, for that matter, how my monster cock could even fit through your snug asshole. I guess girls are like that, though. You might look small and helpless, but—a"

"Would you stop with the philosophizing and fuck me, already?" I demanded, not in the mood to hear his sexist bullshit.

"Sure thing, Bev." Rearing back to let his cock slide back through my asshole, Brian plunged home, driving his thick prick deep my rectum.

"Ahhh!" I moaned.

Brian jerked his cock back down the smooth tunnel of my bowels. With just the glans remaining inside my asshole, he drove his organ again into my depths. Again and again, he repeated this same action, increasing the tempo and the force of his thrusts. My buttocks jiggled and swayed, as did my breasts. My ass cheeks flattened before his every lunging thrust into my ass and bounced back with his every momentary retreat. 

"Uhhh!" I groaned.

"Ah, the language of love"! he quipped, much to my annoyance, as he slammed his prick through my asshole, and I moaned again.

"Speak to me, darling!" he said, plunging his cock again into my bowels.

"Uhhh!" I'd never have believed that Brian could fuck like this! Either he wasn't at all the inexperienced geek he'd pretended to be, or he'd watched a few million heterosexual versions of All Anal, All the Time; he was that good.

His cock became a piston, pumping hard and fast within the cylinder of my rectum. The more I moaned and groaned, the more I gasped and sighed, the more I whimpered and mewled, the harder and faster he lunged and plunged, thrusting and jerking his cock inside my gaping anus. My slight frame was rocked hard before his thrusts, and my tits jiggled and bounced, just as the soft, but firm, smooth cushions of my ass flattened and sprang back with each momentary assault and retreat of his cock within my bowels.

"Uhhh!"

Wham!

"Ahhh!'

Slam!

"Oooh!"

Ram!

"Uggh!"

Bam!

The language of love is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, I thought, but lust and the human need to take and be taken.

Although the orgasm had obviously been building for some time inside him, the launch of Brian's semen, spurting deep inside my ass, was a surprise—one I didn't even feel until he'd pulled free, and his convulsing cock spilled its warm, thick load of pearly cum all over my back, butt, and thighs, his moans and groans joining my own.

Another volley of his viscid seed burst against the golden globes of my buttocks, running like white syrup down the backs of my thighs. More sperm flew, spattering my lower back and shoulder blades. Semen continued to rain down upon my back and bottom.

Some women might have been ashamed to show these deepest, most intimate and private depths of themselves, but I was ashamed of no part or aspect of myself, whether sexual, physical, or emotional. For me, any sort of sex in which two consenting adults chose to engage was perfectly acceptable and appropriate, sodomy no less than any other form of intimacy.

Brian had made quite a mess of my ass, but we'd both enjoyed it, and, of course, no harm had been done. In due time, my well-reamed asshole would return to its normal size—well, almost, anyway.

"Thanks, Bev," Brian told me. "I needed that."

I thought of the foot-long strap-on dildo awaiting my pleasure, if not his, and I smiled. "It was nice," I said.

It was only after we'd finished that he'd commented upon my birthmark, which, I knew he must have seen; it was about the size of the red fruit for which my brother had named it, the first time he'd fucked me in the ass. I'd wondered whether Brian would have the balls to mention the blemish. After all, Id told him plainly enough that I didn't want him to call me by my brother's pet name for me, but I guess Brian figured, in having fucked me in the ass, he could take additional liberties now.

"I see why Tom calls you 'Strawberry,' he said." He smiled at me as he rubbed his semen into my stained flesh.

"Are you shocked that Tom and I have made love?"

"Maybe," he said, "a little." His fingertip circled the strawberry-shaped birthmark, his semen thickening. "My cum looks like frosting," he said.

"As brother and sister, we've always been close; one night, we got even closer," I explained. "We're still closer than close; we've been really close ever since."

His finger continued to play with the red discoloration on the underside of my right buttock. "If it were shaped like an apple, I guess he might have called it—and you—the forbidden fruit."

I chuckled. "What the hell kind of a nickname would that be?"

"Delicious," he answered, licking his cream from my berry.

"You're full of surprises, Big Bri," I told him.

"You are, too," he smirked—"Strawberry."

Again, I thought of the foot-long strap-on dildo tucked away in my dresser drawer, and I said, "You haven't the slightest idea, sweetie."

But you will have, I thought.

#

"I'm wearing a strap-on dildo, bitch," she informed him. "According to the manufacturer, it's twelve inches of 'blistering pink. . . power on a belt,' a 'solid jelly,' artificial erection with a perfectly molded head, complete with vein-etched shaft and pendulous balls. It juts from my groin at just the right location and is held securely in place by a ring attached to the front of its leather harness, which straps between my legs and around my waist. I'm going to fuck you in the ass with my woman's cock until you can't take it anymore, bitch, and then I'm going to fuck you some more, harder and faster, without mercy.."

If he ever expected to have any sex, of any kind, with Bev again, this was the price he must pay, she'd informed him, and the thought of having, forever, to forgo the sights of her tits, ass, and cunt; the idea that he would no longer be allowed to plumb the depths of her pussy or her bottom; the knowledge that he couldn't expect so much as a blowjob or a handjob—well, Brian would do anything to assure such a fate did not befall him—anything at all, including—he gulped as he eyed the monstrous phallus that dipped and swayed where, by rights, Bev's female sex should be—taking a foot-long dong up his ass.

This time, at least, they were in her bedroom, not by the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. Her parents had gone out of town, and Tom had gone with them. She had the house to herself. An hour after her parents and brother had left, she'd telephone Brian and told him to get his ass over to her house—immediately. He'd come, of course, maybe hoping to repeat his good fortune by butt-fucking her again.




Something Different



As we walk to the room you put a hand on my lower back, sweet and warm. I feel as if it's all a dream, and I want so bad never to wake up. I stop at the door and slide the key card in, and you turn me, pressing my back to the wall as you pull out the card. The lock beeps, you open the door, and drag me in, pushing me towards the bed. The room is drab, but I don't care, I want you in me.

"Down," you growl.

I get on my knees as you undo your belt and your fly. I pull your dick out, halfway hard, and wrap my warm lips around it, running my tongue along it, wanting to show you how much I love doing this for you. I slide it in and out between my lips, sucking and licking, reaching one hand up to massage your balls as your cock grows longer, harder, straining against my tongue. When I've got you fully hard, you pull back.

"Now lay on your back, hang your head over." I nod, and get into position. You slide your big, thick cock back into my mouth, driving it in as I loosen my throat as much as I can. I feel your hands on my chest as you work your hips. Your balls slap against my nose, and I struggle to breathe, but I don't want you to stop. Every pump drives you deeper into my throat, and you spread your hands across my body and play with my tits as you fuck my face. I groan around your cock when you twist and pinch my nipples hard, and my pussy becomes slick with my desire. You trail one hand down between my legs and I wriggle wantonly beneath your touch. Finally your pull away, and I gulp down air, gratefully.

"Good girl, you're getting better at that." Your fingertips tease me, lightly grazing my pussy, but never applying the pressure you know will give me release. This isn't about me, you're here to take your pleasure, I'm just your toy tonight. My lips are now dripping from your soft, sweet torture, and it runs down between my cheeks, which is just what you wanted. You pinch one nipple hard and while I arch and moan you use my juices to slide one finger deep into my ass. 

I gasp, I moan again, "yeah baby, oh, that finger feels good in my ass," and the I grind against your finger as you slide it in and out. . Your smile grows wicked, and you add another, adding pressure to your thumb still rubbing gently on my clit. My world dissolves into a mind shattering orgasm.

"Baby, please, please yyyyyeeesss! I'm coming," I cry out, squirting and bucking against your fingers. 

"You ready for this big cock yet," you whisper in my ear, biting at the lobe.

"Please, baby, please. I need it. Please stick that amazing cock in me and make me come again."

"I don't know if you're ready for it yet, maybe you don't deserve it. "

"What do I have to do to deserve it?"

"Turn over, and stay still." 

I roll over onto my stomach, and you pull my ass up into the air. Again you start to finger my already swollen and super sensitized pussy, but you ordered me to stay still, so I resist the urge to move with everything in me.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't come again until I tell you to."

You finger fuck me expertly, knowing just where I need to be touched. I keep my ass up, my face down, and every muscle in my body clenched tightly, determined to earn that cock. The sensations are overwhelming, my body trembles with the effort of staying in position, every touch is like a wave of electric ecstasy. You switch between my pussy and my ass, and I want so badly to lean back into it, but I don't. I know you're going to give me what I need.

You rub one hand over my ass cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them. Then down the back of my thigh, and back up the inside lightly, brushing my clit as you pass it. I don't know how long I can stand this. It feels so good, and I'm so close to coming again, when...

Smack!

Your handprint stays, warm and stinging on my thigh. 

Smack! 

Another joins it on my cheek. I love it, but it's going to make me lose control. I feel you draw back again and I whimper,

"please."

I'm begging now, I can't help it, I tried so hard to be a good girl, but I'm at my breaking point.

"Baby, please. I can't wait. I need come, please let me come, please give me that big fucking cock." Tears run down my cheeks as I struggle to control myself.

"Now," you growl as you drive your cock deep into my ass, one foot resting by my face to give you leverage. I scream as the climax takes over me. My ass feels like it's going to split in two. Your hand, palm hard across my clit, fingers delving into my juicy cunt, and the throbbing dick pumping in and out of me, I never want them to stop. I've never had anything make me feel so much.

"Yeah, baby, pound that fucking ass. Oooh god! Yes, yes, oh god, I'm comming again!" Another orgasm hits me, and another. I squirt and squirt again as your balls smack my hot, dripping pussy and trigger new waves of pleasure. My face is driven down into the mattress, but nothing can muffle the uncontrollable screams of ecstasy.

You flip me over, pulling me to the edge of the mattress, and slam it back in, balls deep, as you circle my mound with a thumb, and smack my thigh. I bite my lip, trying to control my mouth, but you find my clit again and wiggle your thumb against it, sticking two fingers back into my pulsating pussy and I lose my mind.

"Yeah, bitch, take it," you groan.

"You take all of that cock. That's right, who's my dirty little slut?" You squeeze my tits, pulling me down against your oncoming thrusts. "You like that cock in your ass? Huh? You like that big fuckin' dick? You like the way I'm stretching out that tight ass, baby?"

"Yeah, fill that ass, baby, wreck it! I love it. I want you to come deep in my ass. Pound it in there baby. Oh, God! "

My muscles tighten down again, and my legs start to shake with another orgasm, and I feel you tense. Grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands you lift me up to meet your hips and shoot load after load of hot cum, holding me tight against you as you release, and pumping slowly a few more times.

"Good god, woman," you mutter as you collapse next to me on the bed, " that was amazing. And you really liked it?"

I nod dreamily against your chest.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want."



Something Different



Sitting alone in his car outside a gay bar 50 miles from his home Rick gripped the wheel nervously debating whether or not to leave or 'take the plunge'. His wife Tanya left him for another man six months before and he hadn't heard from or seen her since. Not that he was upset by that, she had been difficult in recent years. He'd walked in on her fucking the guy she left him for, a solid signal that things weren't working out. She was facing the headboard howling in passion as she got fucked hard doggy style. He had a death grip on her hips and she grasped the top of the headboard as the 'Clap, clap, clap of their skin coming together masked his opening the door. 

Neither of them noticed him standing in the door and he stood there a good five minutes watching them fuck. By that time they were deep into hard fucking. He stayed long enough to hear his wife cum...and to watch the man empty is balls into his wife. Silently he turned to leave, leaving the door open to let them know he had been there. He came home the next day to find her gone. 

That was the last he'd seen of his wife. She didn't even bother filing for divorce. Her sister called him several weeks later asking what had happened and he told her what he knew. Ellen, his wives sister, had the hot's for him but had kept it to herself. Taking advantage of the situation, in spite of her being married, she came over. The minute the door was closed she threw herself at him and kissed him passionately...then, without warning dropped to her knees and blew him right there in the foyer...she then took him to his bedroom and fucked him so long and hard neither of them could walk correctly for two days afterward. 

He certainly didn't mind the situation because he too had harbored lustful thoughts about Ellen for years. Something about her was more alluring than his wife Lauren. Ellen was warmer and in a way sexier to him than Lauren had been. However Ellen's husband got suspicious of her frequent visits and forced her to stop coming. Yet, she did manage the occasional visit, once or twice a month. This would continue until she finally left her husband for him...but it would take several years of on and off seeing each other in secret before she built up the courage to leave, luckily she had no children as she was barren. 

In the meantime Rick had to muddle-on the best he could. The first six months after she left was a storm of torment and anger. A situation that forced him to take up going to the gym more frequently to help burn off his anger in a positive manner, leading to his meeting James. James was a successful club owner and a frequent visitor to the gym where he worked out. Eventually they started meeting at the gym to work out together and soon became friends. 

After a month or so of getting to know each other James let slip, accidentally or not, the fact that he was gay. Rick not being a homophobe didn't react negatively to his coming out. However, it did lead to Rick asking questions about being gay, what he liked to do and what gay sex was like, etc. This opened the door to James beginning his well-practiced art of seduction. Only he didn't have to work quite as hard on Rick as he expected to. In fact it took exactly 20 minutes from his first effort before he was pressing Rick against the shower wall with his hard cock at the ready. It was Rick who pretty much gave himself to James. 

Out of the blue he had admitted to James his desire to feel a hot, hard cock in his mouth and ass, something he'd been curious about for a while, while reaching unconsciously for James hardening cock in the shower where he, Rick, dropped to his knees and briefly put James cock into his mouth. Had it not been for the locker room door slamming open with a rush of college students...Rick would have sucked him off right there in the shower, luckily the shower stalls were opposite the door so nobody saw them. He would have continued only one of the students announced that he was going to rinse off in the shower before heading home. That killed it for Rick. There simply wasn't the privacy to do what they both wanted. 

The idea of a hot, throbbing cock buried deep inside his ass was a desperate want Rick had shared with few. That had been a week before. When James left he said to come to this bar if he wanted to 'meet up'. In that week they'd chatted on line where Rick let his deepest desires known to 'James'. They even spoke on the phone several times getting to know each other better. Both his nervousness and excitement grew as their 'date' grew nearer and nearer. The last 24 hours before their meeting was an emotional roller coaster ride that made him feel psychotic. One minute he wanted it so bad he wanted to race to James and get it done, the next he was scared to death someone would recognize him, not once considering the fact that 'if' anyone did they would likely not want to share the fact they were there to recognize him. 

On the day of their meeting he'd driven the 50 miles to the club nearly turning around several times but did eventually find himself parking against the back wall of the back lot with the back door of the bar glowing red with slew men and some women coming and going. 

For 30 minutes he sat watching people come and go while he waited for the time he was supposed to meet James. He didn't want to seem too eager or desperate. In that time one guy blew another guy in the space next to his car. If they'd seen him it wasn't obvious and if they did they certainly didn't' care. Just as he was about to exit the car another couple fell onto his hood and fucked. The bottom man was slammed hard onto the hood and his jeans torn off as his lover dumped a tube of lube onto his ass and rammed his cock home. The bottom man noticed Rick and their eyes locked onto each other as things progressed. 

The sheer bliss on this man's face indicated that he enjoyed every inch of cock being shoved into his ass. They stared at each other as the top man slowly increased his attack. It was clear the bottom man loved being used this way. The sight was enough to entice Rick to finally go inside. They were both lying on his hood going to town as he locked up his car and moved toward the back door of the club. 

James said he'd be in the far corner in a booth but he'd have to come in and walk up to him to see him properly...the bar was deliberately dark. Once inside he let his eyes adjust and made his way to the far corner before he changed his mind...again. James was charming and knew how to seduce him which was why he had been so willing to blow him in a semi-public shower, but the intrusion of 10 college students had killed the moment. In the time it took to cross the floor, Rick had nearly turned to leave, twice. 

In the shower he'd seen his physique as well as his endowment. When erect it had to be easily 10 inches...and the girth was fucking perfect and his body was, well, perfect, for a guy. If he was going to take the plunge he might as well do it with a guy who looked the part. 

Reaching the booth, he had to step up to the edge of the table to see James sitting there, smiling in the darkened corner. He'd watched him come in and saw each time Rick had paused and then proceeded on. The booth was circular with a curtain that could be pulled closed. Nervously he sat down and moved in next to James. Waiting for him was a drink, a whiskey with a wedge of lime and one ice cube. "I want you to relax, ok. Nothing will happen, if it happens, that will hurt you,' he reached for his wrist and leaned in 'I promise" and squeezed his wrist gently as if to emphasize the point. In that instant Rick wanted him, but was too nervous to let it show so he mingled his fingers with James. It was the first time he'd held hands with another man, so far so good. Sipping his whiskey they talked for a while and got to know each other better. 

In that time Rick learned the James owned the club and lived in a house built as a bomb shelter in the 1950s. The house itself passed through the hill and opened onto a panoramic view of the Pacific complete with a private beach that couldn't be seen except from the ocean. But what was more the house was immediately beneath them under the club. 

As they talked James took Ricks hand and placed it on his hardening cock which was snaking down the leg of his jeans. Rick didn't jump or pull away but instead began to get acquainted with the hardening cock through the fabric, concentrating on how it felt in his hand... liking it...a lot. 

James chuckled at Ricks clear want of his cock "Do you want to see it?' he asked then quickly said 'the house I mean. Nothing will happen if you don't want it to...I just figured it might be easier for you to relax if we were alone." 

Rick was fast losing his nervousness and nodded agreement and stroked James cock gently thru the fabric and said "It's ok...I guess being nervous is normal for this sort of thing, and I would have said 'yes' if you meant your cock. Remember you had me where you wanted me in the shower ...in fact I was ready to give myself to you then...all of me... I wasn't that hard to seduce apparently" he said smiling. 

James smiled, sipped his whiskey shaking his head "No, no you weren't that hard at all. All I had to do was show you my cock, move in close and you I'm afraid gave in before I did much more than Whisper 'I want you.' Moving in a bit closer, James turned to give Rick better access to his hardened cock and whispered into his ear "...and I do want you... bad". With that the curtains closed around the booth and the booth itself jerked and went down. Startled Rick jumped not expecting the seat he was sitting on to drop. 

After a short ride in which the booth dropped a long way, so that the sound of the club faded to nothing. "I had my home insulated from the sound. I don't want to be disturbed in my home by the 'thump' of the club. That and it often proves a distraction to my guests, those whom I do bring here." Once on the bottom the booth itself turned around and the curtains opened to reveal a fully furnished, open home. The appearance was that of a house that was built fully underground with scenes of nature and a pool that had a waterfall cascading from the ceiling and which meandered through the entire house like a stream. A bridge crossed the 'stream like' pool several times as they went deeper into the house. Once on the far side of the house a glass door opened onto a huge deck that overlooked the ocean. The sun had set already but the orange glow of it still peaked over the horizon. 

Next to the sunken hot tub which was fed by the stream that meandered through the house, was a bucket with a bottle of Champagne nestled in the ice. Not quite dark, but no longer light the deck had a surreal, romantic feel to it. James opened the bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass and then indicated a couch on the far side of the hot tub. Once again they sat next to each other hips touching, and little by little the 'tension' both eased and increased, in a very different way. Ricks hand remained present on James now granite hard cock. Conversation flowed easily and freely moving without any hesitation into their conversations about sex. Once that topic was breached James suggested that they get into the hot tub. It had been an hour of getting to know each other and one full bottle of champagne which helped this transition along. 

Slowly James stood up and removed his clothes until he was completely naked. His muscles were clearly defined and his pubic hair was gone. In the gym shower there had been a strip only but that was now completely missing. Rick had also, upon request, done the same that week at a waxing salon. Standing before him was a chiseled and cut man with a cock that stood rigid in all its magnificent 10" glory. Rick was staring at the head of the cock that would be used on him that evening. The idea did not deter him in the slightest but he was mesmerized by the thought of 'that' beautiful cock being stuffed into his body. 

Without warning he reached for Rick and pulled him up, slowly undid his jeans and let them fall. Then James sat back down pulled Rick over his lap and said "I had to take your pants off, you didn't help. So I have to punish you." And a semi hard slap came down onto his butt cheek. The sting of a hand slapping his ass was amazingly erotic. James hadn't made it hurt, but the emphasis was there and Rick closed his eyes and whispered "More...please" and he felt another slap of his palm strike. Rick moaned in excitement as James spanked him. Every so often a warm hand caressed his ass and a lone finger probed between his cheeks. After the third such probing he dropped his head and said "please...please...more" he said as James hardness pressed against his belly as he spread his legs inviting James to probe more deeply...which he did...one finger at a time. 

After a protracted and gentle spanking and fingering, both Rick and James were in a state that ice water could not have dowsed. James voice, quaking in passion, said "I have wanted you since I first saw you...Rick' an arm encircled his waste, 'I want you' he looked at Rick 'I want to see your mouth on my cock...to fuck your throat...and, and...'James was getting nervous 'I want you to take my cum...swallow it...to take my cock in your ass...so I can shoot my cum so deep inside you it won't ever come out." 

The crude, honesty of James assertions was a serious turn on for Rick. He'd wanted to hear him say words just like that...exactly like that because he wanted to take his cum...in his throat...and up his ass...he'd said as much over the phone. Now he was faced with that reality as his ass stung from his first spanking. James kissed his neck and shoulders as Rick said "I want your cum James' he said pressing his forehead onto his muscular chest. 'I want you to fuck my throat, I want your cum' he said reaching for his cock...stroking it...'I want to feel this inside me...pumping me full of your cum James...I want you." The words flowed easily and he found that James hugged him close in response. 

"I promise to be gentle" he said. 

Rick took one of James hands and placed it on his ass. "Not too gentle. I hope we aren't done with that" he said. 

Stepping into the hot tub James opened another bottle of champagne. Rick noticed that the stream dumped into the tub between two faux rocks. When he looked closer...he noticed the rocks were designed to have a person lying in the stream with his head hanging down, face up. It dawned on him what this was for. Reaching for the water he noted it was warm, almost hot, but not quite. Taking the initiative he leaned his head back and tested the device out. Sure enough it was designed specifically for one man to lay back and the other to stand and fuck his throat. Looking at James upside down he said "This might be interesting." Water began to cascade over his body leaving his face exposed to his soon to be lover. James didn't have to be told twice before he took station at Ricks head. Rick looked up at James saying "Just go slow...I haven't done this before." 

James looked down "Ok...do you want me to pull out when I cum?" he asked. 

Rick full of excited lust said "I'm not sure yet...let's find out" and with that guided James erect cock to his mouth by grabbing James wrists and pulled him forward. James then placed his hands on the rocks next to Rick who let go of the wrists and placed his hands on his hips as a means of guiding his cock into his hungry mouth. With the warm water washing over his body Rick let James cock slide into his mouth and slide over his tongue and press against his throats opening. Instead of intimidation Rick found it exhilarating. James began massaging Rick's throat by sliding his thumb and index finger along the length of his esophagus gently as Rick slid his cock in and out at a pace he was comfortable with. James knew Rick wanted to deep throat him...but wasn't likely to his first time out but then Rick appeared to be eager and willing. 

This position allowed for a straight shot into the throat and if he wanted to James could have easily shoved his entire length down Rick's throat. However, that would have hurt Rick too much and killed the evening before it began. So he took it slow and let Rick set his own pace and enjoyed the ride. Rick had grabbed his thighs and slowly took his cock down his throat gagging once in a while...but persisted. James enjoyed the enthusiasm Rick displayed and was amazed that Rick was eager to try and deep throat him. Soon it became clear that Rick wasn't a novice or had at some point sucked cock, that or he was a natural. "You've sucked a cock before...haven't you?" he said conversationally. Rick, having a cock in his mouth couldn't answer but continued on with his ministrations on James cock. James was enjoying both the view of his cock sliding into Rick's mouth and the idea that he was going to be able to have this man any way he wanted. 

With his hands on the handles, which were built into the rock, as he called it, he let Rick pull his cock in as deep as he was comfortable with and push it out as far as he wanted. Rick was in total control of the situation and he was totally ok with that. What amazed him was the fact that Rick was literally trying to fit his entire cock into his mouth and seemed to want it in as far as he could manage. Gentle pressure on the back of his ass urged him to push in every so often. When he did he felt a bit of Ricks throat give way and his cock would move in just a fraction deeper. 

When this occurred Ricks excitement seemed to grow...his gag reflex seemed to ease off as his rhythm got more regular. When he had half of his cock sliding in and out of his mouth Rick grasped onto his thighs and pulled hard and several more inches slid deeper...when Rick started to gag he pushed him out again. But he kept at it until he started to feel that familiar tingle. "Babe...I'm going to cum soon...do you want me to pull out?" 

Ricks answer came with two hands gripping his thighs and pulling him in as deep as he could but instead of pulling out again he forced the cock in his mouth deeper still...ignoring his gag. Soon he was deeper still...and the tingle got more intense as he fought the urge to cum he was loving this but soon he just couldn't hold it and said "Babe...I'm going to cum...I won't be able to hold it back much longer...Where...Um...do...you want my cum?" he said jerkily. Again the answer from Rick was to pull his cock in as deep as he could and just pump his cock into his mouth as deep and fast as he could until pulling out was no longer an option. 

"Oh God, babe I'm Cuming, I'm cumming!!" With that Rick pulled him as deep as he could while James held his face...shoved in deep and exploded into Ricks throat...pumping cum deep. Rick closed his eyes and let the pulsating cock empty its contents into his throat savoring the triumph of having made James cum. He was amazingly turned on by the fact he had just swallowed James hot cum. It was then he realized that James had a grip on his neck and head and that his lips were touching his pubic bone. As he realized this James body jerked one last time and sent cum jetting into his throat. 

Pulling out James was speechless. Rick was also speechless mostly because he was still swallowing cum James had deposited. More champagne helped to rinse his throat of the stickiness. Staring hard at Rick, James was smiling and awe struck as he realized how lucky he was. He moved in and kissed Rick hard holding him close. They both sat down in the hot tub and worked on another bottle of champagne. The lights were turned down even lower so that they may as well have been off. Silently the two men sat drinking their champagne watching a ship sailing off in the distance to some far off land. Rick unconsciously started stroking James cock as the ship disappeared over the horizon. Just as it disappeared James whispered "Are you sure you want me to fuck you...tonight?" 




Something Different



Rick looked up into his eyes and said "Yes... I want you to fill me with your cum...as often as you want to. Only I need you to be patient...I haven't had anything as large as you before...I have had some...but nothing real or as long or 'thick' as you.' Then in a sudden surge of passion 'But I know this, I want you. I want you to fuck me...tonight" and he kissed James. The first time he had initiated a kiss with a guy. James returned the kiss with equally forceful passion while putting Rick on his lap so that his now fully engorged cock protruded from between his legs. Without breaking the kiss Rick slid his cheeks so that he could feel the warmth of his shaft slipping between them as he pulled it up to his own cock. 

Breaking the heated kiss James whispered "I'm going to fuck you so good, I'll ruin you for women" and kissed him again. The extreme passion that passed between them was palpable as James once again broke their kiss and said "Follow me". Rick climbed out of the tub and followed him down the stairs and away from the house until they were on another platform surrounded by trees but still open to the view of the Ocean. On the platform was a King sized Canopy bed. "This is where I will fill you with cum...three times before you are allowed to cum yourself. Also...I will be the one to make you cum...you aren't allowed to do it yourself." 

All Rick could do was say "Please...Yessss...please" 

James took him into the hut next to the bed and found a bathroom. In the cupboard was a fully functional irrigator. "Did you cleanse like we discussed?' James asked? Rick answered in the affirmative. 'Ok, let's make doubly sure ok? I want to make this evening perfect for the both of us...ok?" 

20 minutes later it was done. To finish James had taken an applicator and squeezed nearly a cup of lube deep into Rick. "I want to make sure you enjoy every inch of me" he said as the stood inside the tiny room. Rick was shaking nervously as James stood to his back and held him close to his front with his hard, warm length pressing against his now prepared opening. They were looking out over the ocean though they could not see much more than the stars disappearing into the blackness that was the horizon. Kissing his neck and ears James whispered to Rick "So...you've never had anyone as large as me?" he asked. 

Rick shook his head no then said "I've had toys...there...but nothing real...and...and...nothing as...long." 

Pulling him closer still so that his heart now beat against Ricks back "Are you sure you want this?" He asked knowing the answer would be 'yes', but he wanted to hear Rick say it. 

Rick was silent for a bit but his hand reached for James hard cock and balls said more than words could, but words did come "Yes...I've come too far to stop now. Besides, if I were to leave now...I'd wake up tomorrow...regretting not having done this. I know it...and I would...likely rush back here...so that we could try again. As it is...' he squeezed the cock pressing against his opening 'I won't be leaving here until I feel your cum shooting inside me...again and again and again' He then added 'I don't want you pulling out of me until you are dehydrated from shooting cum into me...is that clear?" 

Grabbing his wrist James led him to the bed where he had Rick lay down while he pulled the heavy, drapes around the bed to keep the evening breeze from making things too uncomfortable. James then crawled up to him and lay next to Rick. Placing his hand on Rick's stomach he curled an arm up under a pillow and smiled at him. 

"Ok, if it were up to me I'd jump you right here but I want you to enjoy it as much as I do...so I will take my time, ok?" 

Rick nodded then rolled over to face him more directly pulling his hand to the small of his back. "You realize I won't change my mind about this right?' he asked 'We've come too far and I won't be happy unless you fuck me tonight...ok?' he smiled thoughtfully 'this isn't just about me you know, you're a part of this. What do you want? I know you want to cum inside me...but how do you want me? Do you want me on my stomach...doggy...or on my back so you can watch my face?" 

James smiled and slid his hand down to cup his butt cheek which he squeezed and slapped playfully. Kissing his neck James squeezed his ass hard then said "I would love to see your face the first time I enter you and fill you with my cock...then the next round...doggy...after that...we'll let our hearts decide...if I can manage it." He kissed Rick softly for a while slowly probing his ass with his fingers...stretching and probing...until he had three fingers buried to the knuckle. Rick had in no way resisted his intrusion but had willfully and aggressively accommodated his every effort. James had the impression that if he had shoved his entire arm up Rick's ass he would have loved it. 

Placing his hand on Ricks belly he stroked it whispering "Are you ready for me?" Rick, felt his heart jump into this throat, not in fear but in anticipation of what was about to happen. Unable to speak he nodded eagerly and taking James words to heart rolled onto his back as James crawled between his legs which he wrapped around James waist locking him there as if to say 'I'm not letting you go until we are done'. Rick watched as the 10" tool came into position and as James lifted his ass to meet his cock. Giving James a helping hand Rick took James cock and placed it at his entrance. Looking into his eyes James gripped his waist and pressed his head against his opening. "Ok...I'm going to slowly press myself into you until my head goes in and I'll stop...Ok?" 

Rick smiled at him nervously and nodded. Somewhere in their moving into position James had coated his cock in lubricant which was so incredibly slick his head didn't need much force to slide past the first ring. Something they both learned when Rick hooked his heels into James thighs and pulled him against him. He had intended to hold him there but the force was enough to pop James head into him. What Rick felt was nothing close to pain or anything remotely unpleasant. The warmth of James hardened flesh was amazing and nothing like the cold rubber toys he'd used in the past. His mouth opened in a moan as he looked down between his legs to see the long, hard, glistening shaft of James waiting to enter him. Looking up at James their eyes met and he wanted him...all of him and he whispered "Please...put it in me...please" And James slowly rocked his hips forward and two inches slipped inside him. Holding his cock still he looked to see Rick's reaction. It was clear that he was in total, ecstatic bliss as he moaned his approval while looking down between his legs...clearly wanting more of the same then said "More...more...God...more!" Smiling he slipped himself in deeper as three inches disappeared then six...eight...six...nine...four...and one last slow, steady thrust that buried his entire ten inch cock into Rick. He pressed his hard pubic bone against Ricks butt cheeks to make sure he gave as much of himself to him as possible.

James was amazed at how Rick could take his entire cock...their first time. What amazed him was how tight he was...all the way in. His entire shaft was being squeezed then he realized that Rick was actually pushing his cock out...only the opposite was happening...he slipped in just a little more...resulting in both of them moaning in bliss. 

James...gasped...and whispered "Fuck" and began kissing Ricks neck and shoulders as he allowed his cock to get acquainted with the silky smooth skin enveloping his cock. 

Rick was amazed at the feeling...but there were no words he could form to describe the blissful gratitude he was feeling. He wanted the cock to remain in his ass...forever. Grasping James shoulders...pulled himself up...crossed his legs behind James back...pressed himself hard onto his groin...and kissed James in gratitude. Whispering into his ear "Don't pull out of me, ever.' Kissing him again "your cock feels wonderful ...I wish we had done this so much sooner,' hugging James closer Rick forcing his cock deeper still. Whispering into his ear he said 'Fuck me." 

With that James, overcome with an undeniable passion, something akin to love or as close to it as he had ever felt put Rick onto the bed took a firm but loving hold of Ricks hips...and slowly began rotating his hips while pulling out so that most of his cock was exposed, paused and slowly, slowly buried himself to the hilt again. Rick loved the sensation arching his body backward in joyful bliss hoping to somehow get more of James cock into him. Having already come fairly recently James was confident he would last a bit longer. He did indeed last because he kept up the slow stroking for 15 minutes...possibly twenty, with intermittent kisses that seemed to prolong things...which both were more than willing to let happen. After a while Rick could feel James cock begin to twitch and swell as his orgasm approached...Ricks own orgasm was approaching...as it had several times already...hence the intermittent cessation of their activity. Now...both of them were in need of release...James picked up his pace and began to increase his thrusts. In the cool night air if you were anywhere nearby you could hear their skin coming together and Rick losing himself in his own passion culminating in his crying "Ohhhh James....Fuck me...God...Fuck me...!!! Before his own orgasm filled the cool night air... 'Ahhh..fuck...Hmmmm." as his cock exploded onto his chest...shooting cum all over his face..and neck. 

James followed suit with "Rick...Rick...God...I've, never...felt like...This...God...God...Ahhhhhh...Ohhh...MMMMM...." As he drove his cock deep ad filled Rick with his cum.

Both men lay panting in the cool night air...connected at the hip until...James softened and his cock just slipped out. 

Rick reveled in the sensation of warm cum dripping from his ass. Had James been able...he would have taken him again in an instant. He had never felt so satisfied...ever. 

Rolling over onto his stomach Rick looked at James who had just taken up the space next to him. "I could get used to this sort of thing" he said smiling at James who smiled in response rolling over to him laying half on and half off letting his cock find a warm spot against Ricks thigh. Nudging closer to James "I'm serious...if you want to do this to me again...I'm all yours...if you want." 

James closed his eyes and smiled "yes...I want to...I want to...just give me a bit." They lay next to each other in the cool night air watching ships cruising on the ocean and planes flying overhead. An hour passed and another bottle of champagne was consumed before James was ready for more. Crawling on top of Rick he lubed his cock again and Rick got up on all fours...ready for more. It was Rick who was impatient...and grabbed his cock...placing it at his hole...insatiable...he wanted his cock...all of it...again...and again...and again. No words were necessary they had a connection...and I was all they needed. James fucked him slow at first then hard and fast. No easy going the second time around...their passions were running too high...and again he unloaded his cum into Rick who again came only this time he messed up the sheets. 

Rick didn't leave the house until near dawn, only because he needed to attend a family gathering. But he slept the night in the bed outside James house. James made it clear that he wanted to keep seeing him and they made arrangements to have lunch sometime in the next week. They worked out often. Only they decided to make their sessions late night sessions...so that they could take advantage of the empty locker room and showers. More than once Rick blew James in the shower where James did eventually fuck Rick...many times. They did not move in together but they kept their relationship hot and loving until one day James disappeared. His club closed up and the house sold...James disappeared without a trace. 

Ellen his sister however did eventually move in with him. Rick, not quite being 'in love' did not have the heart break one might with such a sudden and unexplained break. His sister in law Ellen, however, helped things out considerably by developing a desire to 'peg', which she surprised him with one night a month before she left her husband. Her developing this want and desire...helped curb the loss Rick felt at James disappearance. No explanations ever came and the club and house fell into disrepair as there was no ere to his estate. 

One year after Ellen moved in and they were married an attorney found Rick out in his garage. In an envelope was James last will and testament. Folded in a note was a cashier's check for no less than twenty million pounds. Apparently he'd kept his wealth in a foreign bank. The note was brief and written rather hastily. 

Rick...I am so, so sorry to have to do this. My past has come to haunt me from out of the blue. I have left to go into hiding in France. I will not divulge the situation as I do not wish to involve you or get you in trouble. I fell for you, long before we got physical. As such, you are the only person I have as beneficiary and ere to my estate. This check is the first of many such payments my estate will make to you. These checks represent the interest on investments I've made. You will receive four of these per year for the rest of your life. I wanted to take care of you because you took such good care of me. I miss you so much and hope that this note never has to be sent. If you do get this I am passed on. I've instructed the attorney never to say why. You shouldn't know, sorry. 

Wishing you well

James.

One year after marrying Ellen, Tanya his ex-wife, via an administrative divorce as Tanya had not filed for divorce. The guy she left him for dumped her weeks before Ricks wedding to her sister Ellen. She tried to sue both of them for half of the money he had, but the Judge had no sympathy for her and dismissed the whole claim due to the fact he had acquired the money 'after' she had left him who had filed for administrative divorce as she could not be found to be served with papers. She had abandoned him and their marriage for another erasing her marital rights. 

Every year, on the date of their first date...Rick would take a drive up to the old club now boarded up and empty. He found a pathway to the house and had a drink in remembrance of James. Ellen never knew and he never told her. 

He looked out over the ocean at a ship crossing the horizon and remembered James and their time together.



Something Different



"What do you think?" Pippa asked, smoothing the tight red dress into place. 

She checked her reflection in the mirror and then turned back towards her fiancée.

"Too revealing?" she asked.

The blonde knew the answer without asking. The skin-tight dress emphasised her impressive body's hourglass shape, and left as much flesh on show as it covered. It was borderline okay.

"Well?" she asked again, turning back to the mirror.

She wouldn't have dared wear the dress back home in England, but this was Rio de Janeiro. She'd purchased it especially for their holiday. 

She checked out her reflection again. The low-cut neckline allowed a significant amount of her milky-cream cleavage to escape over the top, showing off her full breasts to maximum advantage. And the hem sat unreasonably high up on her long legs, displaying a vast amount of shapely thigh. 

Suddenly his answer no longer mattered. It was sexy. She felt sexy. She was wearing it.

"You look incredible," Nick said, from across the room.

Pippa glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled happily. Maybe his response did matter, after all? A girl couldn't have too much praise, could she?

"And you look as handsome as ever," she told him, running her gaze up and down his muscular body. 

It was true. He was wearing a dark suit with a blue open-neck shirt, and the semi-formal look complimented his Clark Kent-type look and lopsided grin. They were a couple of days in to their holiday of a lifetime, and she'd never been so happy in her life. 

"Not just handsome," she slowly said, feeling the need form between her thighs. 

She felt horny, had done ever since she'd stepped off the plane at the Rio de Janeiro International Airport. This City just seemed to do that to you.

"More fuckable..." she purred, raising an eyebrow.

Taking two steps towards him, she dropped her hand to his groin and squeezed him through his trousers.

"Oh, did I do that?" she teased, batting her eyelashes at him as she felt him start to grow in her squeezing palm. 

They didn't have time to fuck. That would have to wait until after the party. But the tingling inside her needed temporary release. She kissed him once, twice, as she tightened her grip further. They were in danger of being late and his mind was trying to resist, even if his cock had other ideas. 

"It looks like I got your attention," she giggled, dragging down the zip of his trousers as she sunk to her knees before him. 

His hands went to her head, as if he was about to object, but then they just dangled there, the tips of his fingers playing along the soft flesh of her shoulders.

"We have time," she reassured him, as she dragged his erection through the gap. "For the hors d'oeuvre, at least. The main course will have to wait until we get back."

He was already semi erect as she held his thick manhood both hands. When she stared up into his aroused eyes and deftly fed her prize between her lips, suddenly all his resistance was gone. 

Her gaze stayed on his as he grew to full erection in her sucking mouth. She had always adored that moment. Cheeks hollowed, one hand cupping his balls and then other curled around his hard ass, she sucked all the way down to the base. 

Nick began to groan out loud as she went to work on him. As blow jobs went, this was going to be one of her very best. But then, how could she not feel this inspired in a City as intensely magical and sensual as Rio de Janeiro? 

-----

Pippa's black leather stilettos had been the final touch, perfectly complimenting her tight red dress and thrusting her firm, round asscheeks up and out as she sashayed across the floor. The party had been in full swing and yet it felt as if every pair of eyes was watching her as she had confidently entered the room.

Her full blonde hair was parted in the middle, framing her beautiful face, and her carefully applied make-up emphasized her large ice blue eyes, pert nose, high-sculpted cheekbones and lips that were unusually full for a natural blonde. Add to that her minimal pink lipstick—freshly reapplied after giving Nick head— and she was looking as hot as she felt. 

They'd been told at the hotel that the revamped Cococabaña was one of the best nightclubs in the touristic heart of Rio, and it soon became clear why. The three-tiered nightclub practically vibrated to the beat of the heavy music, with live percussionists playing off giant conga drum stages as each unforgettable song seamlessly transitioned into the next. 

To begin with, she and Nick embraced the atmosphere together, mingling with the crowd of beautiful partygoers on the dance floor. Pippa had never had so much fun dancing in her life. 

Eventually they moved together to one of the stylish upstairs bars, but as the excessive amount of alcohol had kicked into her system, Pippa left her fiancée to it while she returned to the dance floor below them. Nick was near enough to call upon if she got herself into any sort of predicament—too much drink invariably impaired her judgement—but meantime how could she pass up on the irresistible call of the dance floor? 

-----

Pippa's lush body glistened with perspiration as she whirled and spun for the next hour, losing herself completely to the intoxicating beat. The latest man she was with—one of a string of guys who had hit on her since she'd returned to the dance floor—really knew how to move, and his lean body rubbed against her at every opportunity.

Eventually, when he had her so aroused she was practically gagging for it, she pushed away from his clutching arms and hurried back to the upstairs bar. The only guy she intended to fuck tonight was her fiancé.

But Nick was nowhere to be found. 

Taking her time to regain her composure, she ordered herself another cocktail while she waited for him to return. Why not? She was over her limit already and one more drink wouldn't make that much difference. 

"You move very well," a female voice suddenly commented to her right.

Pippa smiled as she met the woman's large, dark eyes. She was the archetypical Latin beauty—with long, black hair that glistened loosely about her shoulders, a Salma Hayek-type curvaceous body only partially covered by her outfit, and full, thick lips covered with the darkest burgundy lipstick Pippa had ever seen. 

But one thing set her apart from the normal type of Latin beauty Pippa had come across. A small gold ring was looped through the woman's left nostril.

"Thank you," she responded as she waited for her drink. "But so does everyone else here."

The woman smiled. 

"Brazilian women grow up with the Latin rhythms," she softly said. "They use every part of their body to the music. So do you."

Pippa's smile broadened. The newcomer's exotic accent was sultry, caressing her slightly inebriated mind in a way she hadn't expected. Too much drink? When the woman moved closer, she could feel her hot breath on her cheek.

"I'm Vanity, by the way," she introduced herself, flashing her white teeth.

"Pippa," she replied. "You come here often?" 

She immediately had to cover her mouth at the stupid line and then both women began to laugh so hard it took a few moments to compose themselves. 

"I normally get that line from the guys here," Vanity said, shifting her weight against the bar. "But yes, actually, I do come here often. It's full of beautiful, unsuspecting tourists like you. I take advantage of them, of course."

Pippa laughed with her, but there was something about her tone that made her feel it was more than an amusing quip.

She surreptitiously took in the woman's sculpted body as her drink arrived. Vanity's tiny camisole top didn't cover much of her mocha brown body. Neither did the short black skirt that flounced around the top of her thighs.

Then Vanity was touching her bare arm.

"You're here by yourself?"

Pippa shook her head. 

"I'm with my fiancée. He's somewhere around."

The Latina woman smirked, shifting her weight to draw attention to the wonderfully full tits that were screaming out of her low-sitting top.

"Who cares?" she smoothly said. "When two beautiful women like us get together, the sky is the limit."

Pippa blushed at the implication, although she couldn't hide the way her eyes kept returning to the woman's deep cleavage. What was wrong with her? Damn, she'd really had too much alcohol! Yet despite herself, she felt dizzy at the attention. Yes, she'd had too much to drink, but she knew well enough when another woman was coming on to her.

"Want any pills?" the sexy Latina asked out of the blue.

Pippa blinked as her voice caught in her throat. 

"What?"

"It's the done thing around here," Vanity explained, with a nonchalant shrug of her mocha brown shoulders. "All the Brazilian women do. Want one?" 

Pippa shook her head. "I ... I don't..."

The way the woman's luminous eyes looked up at her, the long lashes batting with disbelief, her stomach twittered and her heart skipped a beat. She shouldn't have felt embarrassed by the confession, but she did. 

"You should try," Vanity said, reaching into her bra strap and removing a small, white tablet. "It opens up the evening to so many different possibilities..."

She left the statement hanging for a moment, holding the pill up between thumb and forefinger. Then she began to slide her tongue along her dark lips. Out and out ... further and further. It was the longest, yet sexiest-looking tongue Pippa had ever seen, curving into a pointy-tipped muscle. 

Once it was fully unfurled, she slowly undulated it in the air, like a stripper might do with her body.

"Oh ...my ... God," Pippa couldn't help but gasp. 

The woman smiled as Pippa stared, as if transfixed. Then she slipped the white pill onto her tongue, next to her gold piercing. 

Keeping her gaze firmly on Pippa's, she stepped close enough that the soft skin of their legs intertwined, and captured the blonde's head in her long fingers. When her beautiful head tilted to the side, Pippa felt a shudder pass through her. Surely she wasn't going to try and kiss her? 

She half opened her mouth to protest, but that only allowed Vanity to slowly push her long tongue between her pink lips, passing the pill from one mouth to the other. 

Her incredible tongue practically pushed the pill down her throat, before undulating sexily inside her mouth—rolling along her upper palate, across her gums and against her cheeks and teeth. The feeling was unbelievable. Pippa didn't take drugs, ever. She wasn't bi, had never had an interest in other women. And yet here she was...

The Sapphic kiss seemed to go on and on. Her nipples and clit were so sensitive it felt like she could cum without being touched. Impossible. But true. And then Vanity was pulling her lips and that unbelievably probing tongue away.

"Feel better?" she softly asked.

As if on cue, Pippa felt the club shift. Things she'd thought were solid were not. The bar she was leaning on, the walls, even the floor, started to sway to the heavy beat of the music. And those lights. The bright colours were almost tactile... 

"See what I mean?" Vanity whispered persuasively, and then added. "Come with me. I have something else you're going to love."

-----

The floor still seemed to be moving when they exited the small elevator and Vanity led her by the hand towards the dark couch area at the far end of the third floor. 

Pippa was still feeling disoriented, as if she was on a ship that had just hit a swell in the ocean. But she felt good, too. Despite the much darker area on this floor, lights were still making trails across her vision and everything felt so wonderful. Even walking was a strange yet beautiful thing. 

The Latina woman's short black skirt fluttered around the top of her mocha brown thighs with each step, displaying her well-defined long legs to perfection, and it was difficult to take her eyes off such perfection.

Most of the plush leather couches in the secluded far corner of the room were already occupied, by couples in various intimate embraces. But one at the very back was available, as if waiting for them. Vanity guided her to it, sitting down first before pulling Pippa onto her lap.

"Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?" she seductively whispered, wrapping her arms around Pippa's neck and drawing their faces closer. 

Her spicy perfume was intoxicating.

"Feeling good?" she sexily breathed.

Pippa nodded. She'd never felt better.

"I want you to feel good," Vanity told her, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair away from Pippa's right eye. "Tell me what you want."

"Want?" Pippa said aloud, and then broke down into a fit of giggling.

She rested her hands on Vanity's shoulders and felt a tingle in her thighs at the warm touch. She was being swept away by the speed by which this was all happening, but was that a bad thing? Everything felt so intimate, somehow. That was good. She loved intimacy. She stared into her eyes, seeing a beautiful, vibrant woman staring back. 

"You want to feel good," Vanity told her. "You want me to make you feel good."

"Yes," Pippa instantly agreed.

That was exactly what she needed. She thought of Nick and his lopsided grin. But her fiancée didn't make her cunt wet like this. Her body felt good. So fucking good...

"I want that, too," Vanity told her. "Does this make you feel good?

Pippa didn't understand the question immediately but then she suddenly realised her breasts were exposed. Someone had pulled the shoulder straps of her dress to her waist and Vanity's hands were cupping her tits, squeezing them.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

Her nipples had been hard before but now were like rocks. And she was juicing so much she thought she must have orgasmed. 

"What about this?" Vanity asked, sliding one long-nailed hand downwards.

She worked it under the hem of Pippa's short red dress and brushed her fingers against her damp panties.

Pippa's body instantly jerked as if she was a puppet on the end of a string.

"You want this, too, don't you?" Vanity asked, closely observing every expression on the Englishwoman's face.

She used a long fingernail to cut through the skimpy material and then her fingers were on Pippa's bare skin. They circled her clit without touching it and then ran underneath her asscheeks, tracing their way along the crevice between them, before returning back again.

"Oh, Geez..."

Pippa bit her lip as an orgasm instantly consumed her. Just like that. With Nick, it took longer before she could cum. This woman had made her climax in just a few seconds. 

Had she ever felt this aroused?

"Want more?" Vanity asked.

Pippa nodded instantly. She wanted it badly. She'd never wanted anything as much in her young life.

As she stared helplessly into those mesmerising dark eyes, Pippa flicked her long tongue out. It undulated in the air between them like a mesmerizing snake, until it moved closer and brushed across Pippa's partly open mouth.

"Take it," she commanded, as she swept the curved tip along the inside of the woman's pink lips. "It's yours."

Pippa didn't even need to think. Her animal instincts instantly took over and she wrapped her wet lips around the proffered tongue, sucking it deep into her humid mouth. 

Vanity curled a hand behind her neck, holding her head in position as Pippa sucked on the offering as if it were a cock. Her other continued to stroke between the milky-cream thighs, and when she edged a single finger inside Pippa's cunt and curled it in a ball, a second climax instantly exploded inside the English woman's trembling body.

"I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before," Vanity breathed huskily, as she pulled her face a fraction away. "But first I have a surprise for you."

She took hold of Pippa's wrist and pulled her hand under the hem of her short black skirt.

"Have you ever met a woman with a girl-cock before?" she softly asked. "In Brazil there are quite a few of us."

The words didn't register inside Pippa's fuzzy brain at first. She heard them. She understood them. And yet at the same time they didn't make sense. Not until the throbbing hardness in her clutching palm began to increase in size.

When realisation hit her, it was like a sledgehammer. She almost fainted. No. Such a thing was impossible. Wasn't it? She'd read stories, of course, but...

She tightened her grip on the shaft between the beautiful woman's legs, just to be sure. It was true. She had a cock. It was warm, like Nick's, but much bigger. And thicker. She could hardly close her fingers around the thick girth.

What had she called it? A girl-cock?

"Didn't I say you'd love my surprise," Vanity teased.

A fiery wetness formed between Pippa's thighs. Control was slipping away. When she began to jerk the enormous shaft, Vanity began to slowly move her curvy hips back and forward in time with the movement. Just like Nick did when she masturbated him... 

"That feels so good, doesn't it?" she huskily asked, her tone was a little heavier under the stroking fingers. "But why don't you suck it? You'd like that, yes?"

Pippa gasped. This woman was being so good to her. She'd never wanted anything so much. Adjusting her position, she swept her blonde hair over one shoulder as she dipped her head forward and down. 

How could any woman refuse the meaty offering infront of her? She loved everything about Vanity's girl-cock. The throbbing veins, the plush ridge of its head, the heady musk.

Her fingers shook with excitement as she held the veiny girth tight enough for her to take as much between her eager pink lips as she could. The first taste was infectious and then she was marvelling at how good it felt to suck this beautiful woman. 

"That's it," Vanity encouraged, stroking her blonde hair. "Like that..."

Pippa almost gagged as she took the hard shaft deep into her throat, and then she nearly came at the erotic sensation. She'd given her fiancée a blow job before they'd left for the party but this was different. Much more exciting. 

In the far reaches of her mind, a part of her knew it was the alcohol and drug racing through her veins. But that only made her want more of it. She was giving head to a stranger. A woman, at that. A beautiful woman. How could anything that felt so good be bad?

Her sucking lips devoured the first leakage of precum. She swallowed it deep into the back of her throat and then her tongue returned to the big purple head, licking around the crown in an effort to tease more from the giant phallus. She had no idea how long she lost herself in her own pleasure, but she gave her sexual heart and soul into pleasing the quietly moaning woman.

When Vanity eventually pulled her head away, she moaned out her protest, desperately trying to fasten her lips around the throbbing monster again.

"So eager," Pippa heard the woman chuckle, as she moved away.

Then her strong hands were helping her turn her milky-cream body until she was on all fours facing away from her. 

"It's time," Vanity softly said, running her stiff girl-cock along the length of Pippa's dripping wet furrow.

The action was so sudden, so effortless, so instinctive, that it felt the most natural thing in the world. 

Pippa looked over her shoulder, a couple strands of her blonde hair catching in her pink lip-gloss. For a second, she looked like she was going to say something. A final objection. Her pupils shifted focus from one of Vanity's eyes to the other, searching her face. But then her own eyes were fluttering shut as she gave in to the inevitable.

This woman was going to fuck her...

Her pussy buzzed, aching to be filled. Thoughts of Nick drifted lazily through her mind. Her loving fiancée. Her sweet, kind fiancée. But right then, the heady mixture of drugs, drink and this beautiful woman's thick girl-cock were overriding every logical thought. 




Something Different



Vanity's fingers were gathering strand after strand of her soft, blonde hair. Pippa sighed in anticipation. It felt so good. So fucking good. Everything felt so fucking good.

Cock in hand, Vanity positioned herself behind the English woman and carefully thrust her hips forward, burying the head of her curved length into Pippa's needy sex. Such was her size, it took four passes before she was fully buried inside her.

"Oh ... My ... God..." Pippa grunted, contracting her cunt around the wonderful hardness as the woman filled her. 

It felt so good. So fucking good!

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Vanity was a machine. A fucking machine. Right from the start, there had been no let-up. It was as if she wanted to pound her into submission. The harder she took her, the louder Pippa moaned, her ass lifting higher as she thrust back against her new lover, giving herself completely. 

The Latina had one hand in her blonde hair, yanking her head back. The other was underneath her, squeezing her tits. When she pulled on her nipples, Pippa's body burned, and the sound of their animalistic grunts was every bit as much a turn-on as the way the magnificent girl-cock dominated her. 

One hand dropped down her sweaty flesh, her fingers frantically rubbing against her swollen clit. She was unable to stifle her desperate keening as yet another climax closed in. How many orgasms was that now?

The thought of being fucked by a beautiful Latina woman was hot. The reality was even hotter.

Vanity redirected both hands to her slim hips. The grip gave her more purchase as she began to thrust harder, faster. 

She paused for the briefest of seconds—for effect?—and then began to pile drive into the blonde, going from zero-to-sixty in a nano-second second. Her girl-cock burrowed deeper and deeper into Pippa's sex with each thrust, penetrating as far as she could possibly go. 

Pippa tried to catch her breath under the onslaught but it was no good. Vanity was slamming in and out of her like a piston, leaving no time for her to recover. She tried to speak, to tell her to slow down, but all that came out of her mouth was a vibrating noise ... and then she was screaming out as she came again.

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Perspiration dripped from Pippa's body. She was aching from the onslaught, exhausted by the effort it involved, but she didn't want it to end.

Nick had never fucked her like this. No man ever had.

But eventually, it was too much. Even for Vanity. Pippa could detect her trying to hold back, but this time the Latina beauty was fighting a losing battle. 

She fucked her prize for thirty more seconds more and then she was pulling out and away, grabbing Pippa's damp locks and yanking her head down so that her mouth was level with her throbbing girl-cock.

It felt like she was going to cum all over her face, but Pippa wanted more. She urgently jammed her pink lips over the incredible thickness, just in time to catch the first blast of cum in her grateful mouth. Her slim fingers curled around the base, milking the juice-slick girl-cock as she swallowed every burst that exploded from the purple head.

She only released the impressive monster when Vanity had nothing left to give, and cleaned the head with her tongue before finally slumping back on the couch. 

She was vaguely aware of how sluttish she must look, with her naked breasts thrusting impressively from her exposed chest and her blonde hair matted to her forehead, wet with perspiration. But she had never felt more sexually satisfied. 

Vanity leant down and almost tenderly caressed her soft cheek with the back of her fingers.

"That was impressive," she murmured. The expression on her face was that of a satiated feline. "Very impressive..."

Reaching for Pippa's handbag on the couch beside them, she flicked open the catch and rummaged around inside for a moment before taking out her silver mobile phone and the passport Pippa always kept with her.

"I'll keep these safe until we meet again," she smiled, her eyes full of mischief. "Let's say noon tomorrow in the hotel bar. Where did you say you were staying?"