“Okay, a few more times, yeah?”
“Sure, okay.”
“Okay.” He gathered more lubricant onto his finger from the area around her ass before pushing slowly back inside her again. This time she shivered strongly, and he saw goose bumps erupt on the sides of her thighs. “Are you okay?”
“Fine, fine. Are you ready?”
“What?” he said, distractedly. He was thrusting into her with his finger faster and harder, her inside already lubricated enough to allow his digit to move with little friction.
“Are you hard?” she said a little impatiently before letting out a soft groan. It was only barely audible, but Ralph’s ears picked it up instantly, sending signals to his shaft to twitch powerfully once again, sending signals to his heart to try and pump more blood into his already turgid phallus.
“Um,” he said, looking down at his aching cock. “Yeah, I think so.”
Ralph gulped audibly and began to slowly pump his shaft, half with the aim of spreading the lubricant over his member, half with the aim of releasing some of the pent up pressure within it. Calm down, Ralph, he thought. Don’t get this all mixed up! She wants to practice for her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend.
Her fucking boyfriend!
He gripped himself at his base and guided his glans to her entrance. The wide dome of his admittedly large cock pressed gently at her pucker, and he paused for a moment, looking at the back of his best friend’s head. He looked at her hair, cascading down either side of her face, fine and thin and shiny. He thought about grabbing a fistful of it and tugging hard, but recoiled in horror at his own lewd cognitions.
What the fuck, Ralph. She’s your best friend! He yelled inwardly at himself.
“Wait, Ralph,” she said, splitting the tension that had built between them cleanly in half.
“Uh, yeah, Vanessa?” he said, painfully aware that his voice was hoarse and laced with lust.
“This won’t change our friendship, will it?”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“Will it?”
“No,” Ralph promised, feeling his heart squirm painfully within him. “No, I promise.”
“Good,” she said. “Proceed.” Ralph laughed lightly at her. What an odd thing so say.
He pressed forward firmly, seeing her entrance stretch at his dome. He pushed but he wasn’t making any headway. The elastic ring of her ass seemed to be repelling him. He looked to the side and saw Vanessa’s fingers grasping tightly at the bed sheets. She looked either physically uncomfortable, or mentally uncomfortable, and Ralph couldn’t make up his mind on which one. While the former seemed more likely, the latter might mirror his own turbulent thoughts.
“Try again,” she whispered at him, feeling that he’d stopped pushing.
“Okay,” he said, pushing harder again. This time, she opened up, and the head of his cock slipped into her, her ring tightly ushering him inward until it clasped tightly around his shaft. He was inside her his entire glans, and he froze, feeling the periodic contractions of her ass around his cock. She gasped loudly, the tail-end of her vocal outburst graduating to a semi-moan.
“Wow,” he said again, despite his previous conviction not to let slip anything else that might be revealing.
“What?” Vanessa said, her voice suddenly imbued with alarm.
“Oh, uh, nothing,” he lied. “It’s just, you’re really tight.” That was the truth, he thought.
“It’s not too tight, is it?”
“Are you kidding me?” he said with a laugh, instantly putting his hand to his face. “I mean, no it’s not too tight. Actually, I think your boyfriend is definitely going to enjoy this.” He felt his heart throb painfully.
“Great, then,” she said. “Great.”
“So, uh, do you want me to, you know, really fuck you? Like, hard? Like as if I would if I was actually doing this with my, uh, hypothetical girlfriend?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, I’ll never know how it feels—” she said, her voice trailing off and becoming a low grunt as his cock twitched powerfully within her. “I’ll never know how it feels,” she resumed, “if you don’t do it properly. I want to be ready for tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay, you can do this Ralph.”
“Don’t talk to yourself, it’s not sexy.”
Ralph’s eyebrow raised a little. “Should I be sexy?”
“Well, my boyfriend is.”
“Great,” Ralph said, feeling a seed of resentment sprout a root within him.
“Sorry, Ralph.”
“Yeah,” he said, feeling a little dejected, but pressing forward all the same. He stroked her lower back, trying to get Vanessa to relax as he continued to slide himself in her, centimeter by centimeter. “Yeah, nearly there,” he said.
“Oh?” she replied, instantly tightening up again around him.
“No, Van, you need to relax, okay? Don’t squeeze.”
“It’s hard not to!”
“I know, I know.”
“How could you possibly?”
“Never mind that, Van. Just open up.” He began to stroke her again, massaging her ass cheek and rubbing her tail bone. It was working, and he let out a sigh as she began to relax again and he slid a little deeper into her.
“That’s my girl,” he said softly, his eyes widening in alarm again. “Fuck, sorry, never mind.”
“No, it’s okay. The encouragement actually helps,” she said, and Ralph could swear he sensed something had changed a little in her voice. It was as if suddenly a new string was being plucked. Was she getting horny? He pressed into her a little more and tried to get a look at her cunt, but it was still covered by the elastic band of her skirt, and still beneath what would be her panties.
Fuck, he thought. He wanted desperately to see if her folds were glistening, if she was getting wet. Of course she will be, you dolt, he thought inwardly. She’s human too. It’s just physical stimulation! I mean nothing to her!
He pressed forward a little more, and the last bit of his shaft was soon lost into the depths of her ass. He stilled himself, thinking how he was balls-deep in his best friend’s ass, thinking about how ridiculous this whole situation was. He looked down at Vanessa’s back, seeing the slim lines of muscle that protruded through her skin. She definitely had a tight body. She carried very little excess weight. Luck of genetics, he thought. He had drawn the short straw, evidently, his own body flat and thin and hardly muscled.
“Are you fully in yet?” she asked.
“Um, no, not quite,” he lied, thrusting inward a little harder and feeling her tight anal canal clutching at the skin of his glans. He threw his head back and shut his eyes, silently moaning in pleasure. “Um,” he said shakily. “Now it is.”
“Pull it back out and then put it in again,” she said breathlessly. Ralph’s cock twitched violently at the tone of her voice. It was imbued with lust, with hunger. So she was getting horny!
“Um, okay,” he said, slowly pulling out of her. As she felt the tight ring of her ass release his glans, he pushed back in again softly. Vanessa reacted to it, and pushed herself backward onto his cock, plunging him deep inside her. He watched with wide eyes as her ass cheeks ground against her abdomen, and the sound of her groan penetrated him to his core. He could feel her asshole clenching and clutching at his phallus, and it made him shiver uncontrollably.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
“What is it?”
“Nothing… just, um, you know.”
“What? Really? Already?”
“Jesus, Van, you’re really tight! It feels… good.”
But it seemed that Vanessa wasn’t listening. She began to move forward slowly, and Ralph gasped as he felt pleasure streak across the surface of his bell. But just when he thought that he was going to pop out of her ass, she moved backward powerfully, once again plunging his manhood inside her, once again impaling herself on his quivering rod.
She moved forward and thrust backward again, and Ralph grunted, meeting her backward movement with a timid forward push of his own. They began to build up a rhythm and pick up speed, and Ralph’s consciousness converged on a single thought: Don’t cum.
As Vanessa rocked back and forth on his member, Ralph saw that her skirt and underwear were working their way down her legs. He watched, transfixed, as her cunt came into clear view. It was gorgeous! Her inner lips peeked through her slightly puffy outer ones, a sliver of pink. She was glistening, and as she adjusted one of her legs, spread them a little further, he saw her slit open up before his eyes. The pink intruded on the bounds of red, evidence of her arousal. She was soaking, her own natural lubricant, liquid desire, leaking out of her copiously. He lowered his head as far as he could without changing his position, and was able to catch a hint of her scent, her musk of arousal. Jesus, he thought. She is so fucking hot. He felt his cock twitch powerfully, and the threat of orgasm seemed to grow more imminent.
“Vanessa,” he said breathlessly. “Jesus.”
“What?” she said between pants.
“Are we going to, um, keep going?”
“I… guess so.”
“And I can’t finish, correct?”
“Of course not.”
“Jesus, Van!”
“Sorry, Ralph.”
“No you’re not!” he said, feeling a little impatient. Somehow, the feeling of fucking his best friend in the ass, glorious and pleasurable, was being matched with irritation at the knowledge he wouldn’t be able to cum. He tried to withstand her teasing, her steady, rhythmic forward and backward motions, but it was too much for him to bear. As she moved forward, sliding his cock out of her ass, readying herself to push back onto him again, Ralph thrust forward powerfully, forcing himself deep into her ass. She yelped in surprise, and it morphed into a moan.
Ralph felt a kind of aggression building within him, and slid his hand down her ass to caress the soft skin of the insides of her thighs. He ran a finger up and down, as if he was teasing a girl of his own, one that he did not have.
But that was not entirely true, he thought. He had his girl now.
He moved his palm upward, cupping her sex, feeling the heat that emanated from her swollen, hungry vulva.
“Ralph,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder to meet him with glazed eyes.
“Quiet,” he hissed, and was half surprised at his own viciousness. He squeezed Vanessa’s cunt hard, feeling her moisture seep through between his fingers. He spread it over her vulva, around her lips, pressed hard on her clit. “You’re sopping,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Why don’t we just give in to what we want?”
“What—” she began before her voice was thrown into a moan as Ralph pressed two fingers on her clit and began to rub circles around it. With his other hand he gripped onto her shoulder and pulled her toward him, meeting each of his thrusts so that his penis drilled into her powerfully.
“Ugh,” he grunted quietly, growing more aroused as his best friend moaned rhythmically to their fucking. He saw her body grow redder, and she clutched at the bed sheets tightly.
“Oh, Ralph,” she said, half moaning his name. He continued to pull her into his thrusts, powerfully ramming himself inside her ass, and she let out small whimpers and grunts in between her cock-hardening moans. He let go of her shoulder briefly and wormed his hand up the back of her tank top, unhooking her bra with surprising quickness. He ran his hands around her torso and took her full breasts into his hands, squeezing and kneading them roughly. He rolled her stiff and perky nipple in between his fingers, pulling at it until she let out a sound of protest.
“Ralph!”
“Fuck,” he hissed, slamming his hips into her. He continued to work her clit, feeling her hardened stub, that small bundle of nerves that was the key to her pleasure. He rolled it between his fingers to the same rhythm that he rolled her nipples. But, unexpectedly, she lowered her face to the bed so that her arms were free and angrily brushed his hand away from her nub. She replaced it with her own fingers, and soon the room was filled with her moaning as she expertly worked herself. Ralph could sense she was screaming along the road toward orgasm, and it imbued his thrusts with a hungrier, thirstier power. He pummeled into her over and over, approaching a state of abandon.
“Jesus, Ralph,” she breathed. “Jesus, I’m going to come. Put two fingers inside me.”
“What?” Ralph asked, instantly feeling stupid. He sucked on two fingers, tasting her liquid desire, tasting her tang and arousal, before pushing his fingers into her entrance.
“Oh, fuck!” she moaned loudly as he timed his thrusts and his fingers. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned into the bed sheets, her hands moving more rapidly, her forearms tensing.
Vanessa let out a long howl of pleasure, tapering into a moan that filled the bedroom. Ralph felt her cunt clench around his fingers, her pussy pulsing in his hand to release her ejaculate onto his fingers, thick and creamy. He ripped his fingers out of her and buried them into his mouth, tasting her essence, marveling at its intensity. At the same time, he felt her ass spasming around his cock, contracting and relaxing not rhythmically, but seemingly at random, driving him closer to his own climax.
He fucked with her abandon, thrusting himself deeply into her while he sucked on his fingers, while he smelled her essence. It was too much. He was brought to bear and grunted, shooting wad after wad of ropy warmth inside the depths of her ass. He stopped his thrusting and let his dick continue to twitch inside her, the last remnants of his cum dribbling out inside of her. He had emptied himself for all he was worth, and now let his hands rest on her back before he collapsed on top of her, a panting and heaving mess.
“Jesus,” he whispered in between pants, holding her tightly, his cheek pressed against her back. “Oh, Jesus, that was amazing.”
His orgasm began to fade and he pulled out of her, for a moment getting a glimpse into the darkness of her canal before it closed tightly. He watched as his cum dribbled out of her ass, and he caught it up with his fingers to stop it from flowing into her pussy. He smeared his seed onto her sheets before lowering his face to her slit and giving it a powerful lick.
Vanessa was still panting, her face pressed into the bed, orgasm still wracking her body, even in its twilight. She shivered and convulsed as his tongue pressed into her, and let out a soft sigh before groping one of her own breasts.
“Oh, Ralph,” she said. “Oh, Ralph. What have we done?”
Ralph was taken aback. He felt rejected. His ego had taken a punch. “What?” he said gingerly. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“I did, Ralph. I did.”
“So what’s the problem.”
“Mm,” she moaned, rolling onto her back and putting her arms above her head. Ralph watched as her armpits came into view, the skin smooth and unblemished. He loved that part of a woman, but nobody knew. Not even Vanessa. It was his secret fetish.
He didn’t know why he did it, but he stooped down to kiss her down the length of her armpit, feeling the cool of sweat on his nose. He continued, touching his lips to her skin until he reached the swell of her breast, before taking her nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her tank top and nibbling on it slightly. Vanessa laughed and pushed him away, and he flopped down on the bed beside her, his cock now softening.
“So what’s the problem?”
“There is no problem, Ralph. Just—”
“Just?” Ralph said softly.
“Just… my boyfriend’s not going to like this.”
“Well,” Ralph said, looking upward. “He doesn’t have to be your boyfriend anymore. Perhaps you could
get a new one?”
“You know, I was thinking just that,” she said, grinning at him. She rolled over, pushing her face against his chest, and he held her tightly, almost instinctively. They lay together, basking in the aftermath of orgasm, for some minutes.
“Van,” Ralph said. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“I think I’m in love with you.” He looked into Vanessa’s eyes and saw something of a shyness there. She wrinkled her face and grinned before pressing it back into her chest and whispering, barely audibly: “Me too.”
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Her Taboo Present
By Saffron Daughter
I wanted my own car. I mean, come on, that wasn’t exactly unheard of, right? Especially at my age. I mean, get this: I’ve been asking my parents – well, not true parents... my mother remarried, you see – for a car for two years now! Two years! And still nothing to show for it. Nada. Zip.
The thing is, I got my license when I was sixteen, like every other kid in the neighborhood! So you can imagine how frustrating it was that I never had my own car, despite knowing how to drive (and being pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself). I wouldn’t have minded an old banger, a piece of trash that grumbled and creaked and sputtered and spat. That would have been totally fine, because at least I’d be able to go where I wanted, when I wanted, and I’d also be able to practice my driving. I mean, just by looking at the roads it’s clear that plenty of people need more practice driving.
But on my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. I, of course, had woken up expecting a new sweater, or maybe a gift card from one of the shops in the mall, or a book, which was my mother’s go-to gift. So, when I got out of bed, did my customary look out of the window to see what the weather was going to be like, I was simply stunned.
Sitting in the drive way was an obviously new, bright red, gorgeous looking two-door hatchback, with cute little wheels and an easy parking footprint. I was beside myself with excitement.
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