Stripped Down

by Tristan Taormino

  “You gonna just sit there?”

  My head turned. Vicki’s hand was still shoved down her jeans, but she was looking dead into my eyes.

  I just shrugged, the embarrassment spreading. Usually I was not the type to be shy about sex, but in this situation, I felt out of my element and couldn’t find my footing.

  “You can’t fool me. I know you wanna do it.”

  I didn’t say anything, but I could tell from her eyes that she understood how I was feeling.

  “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

  My eyes widened. “You’re strapped?”

  “Hell, yeah,” she said. That’s when I realized the exact movements her hand had been making within her jeans. She was stroking her dick.

  I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the newfound knowledge. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as my hands moved to my waist. I quickly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped, and slipped my hand inside—but then I stopped.

  “I’ll go first,” she said suddenly. My eyes opened and I watched as she lifted her hips and tugged her jeans down to midthigh. She reached inside the opening of her boxers and pulled out one of the most perfect dicks I’ve ever laid eyes on. It matched the color of her skin almost exactly. It looked to be about six inches, average width, not too veiny, and her hand fit around it as if it belonged there. She resumed stroking it and I sat there in amazement, watching someone else do what I thought I alone had done.

  “Your turn.” Her voice had grown softer with arousal.

  I tugged my pants down like she had, revealing my own boxers. And just as she had done, I pulled my dick out through the flap. My own was jet black, completely smooth and seven inches—bigger than the one I usually packed. But, for some reason, deep down I had wanted to impress Vicki tonight.

  And she indeed looked impressed. She winked at me as she reached behind a cushion, retrieving a bottle of lube. I watched her apply some to her hand and dick before tossing the bottle to me. I couldn’t help but smile as I did the same, and then we just sat there together, watching each other as we jacked off, the porn completely forgotten. To say that it was arousing is a gross understatement. Just watching her slick hand move up and down the shaft, the way she would occasionally play with the head or slow her movements teasingly, was a sight that had me about ready to cum. My own stroking was more leisurely; I was just enjoying the moment I was in, wanting this to last for as long as it could despite every downstroke threatening to push me over the edge.

  “Damn, look at that,” Vicki said suddenly.

  I looked back to the television and watched the dominatrix press a large dildo into the girl’s ass. At some point, the dominatrix had placed a ball gag in the girl’s mouth, so as the dick was sinking into her, her cries were muffled. Her limbs were taut, hands balled into fists, as the dominatrix kept telling her to be a good slut and take it. You could see the pain on the girl’s face, but she was pressing her ass back, trying to take as much as the dominatrix was willing to give.

  “You like anal?” I asked.

  Vicki’s eyes met mine again. “Yeah, I’m into that. Lani loves taking my dick in her ass. You?”

  I nodded, but looked away. Only Sonja knew that I enjoyed getting fucked in the ass, and, surprisingly, she had obliged me a few times. It wasn’t something I was entirely proud of, since just about all my butch friends refused to bottom for their girls. So, the fact that I not only enjoyed bottoming, but also enjoyed receiving anal was something I kept on the down-low.

  I heard a sudden movement beside me and before I knew it, Vicki had gotten to the floor and was kneeling before me. Our eyes met briefly before she moved my hand away and wrapped her strong hand around my dick. I let out a soft groan as I watched her stroke me. She pumped me for a few moments before lowering her head to take me in her mouth.

  “Yo, that got lube on it,” I protested, half wanting to shove her head down on my dick, half wondering if I could let her.

  “It’s flavored, don’t worry.” And with that, I watched her swallow my entire dick with skill. I watched in awe, not able to believe this was actually happening. Never in my life would I ever have thought that I’d see another butch suck my dick, let alone do it with such hunger. She bobbed her head with ferociousness, her sucking beyond audible, the sounds bouncing off the walls, and she stroked the remaining inches in perfect timing. My clit was rock hard, screaming from the pleasurable pressure, and I was afraid that I was going to cum too soon. I raised my hands to try to get her to back off, but I ended up grabbing her head, feeling the slickness of her scalp in my hands as I pressed down instead. She gagged for a slight moment, but didn’t back away; then she gave a loud, muffled moan that I swear I felt through my clit and down to my very toes.

  I held her head tightly and started fucking her mouth. Vicki’s hands gripped my hips for balance as I just lunged at her, moving with an aggression I’d never felt before. I was intensely watching her lips stretched around my dick, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me with urgency, how her saliva was coating my dick so perfectly that entry between her swollen lips was effortless.

  My head fell back as I lost myself in the sensation, trying to ignore the words screaming in my mind that this was beyond gay. Hell, I’ve heard people say that butch-on-butch sex was Super Gay. Butches didn’t do this. But feeling the strength in Vicki as she sucked my dick, I didn’t care. This shit right here was purely animalistic, hedonism at its best—raw heat and desire, just the need to get off. I understood all this as I felt myself start to cum. I held her head firmly as I shoved my dick down her throat, feeling my thighs twitch and my clit swell. I came, holding Vicki’s head to my crotch, feeling the heat of her on my pussy through the boxers, knowing that she probably couldn’t breathe but not caring. I was loud and unashamed as I gave my cum to her, feeling my entire body just cave in on itself.

  After a few moments I slumped back against the sofa, letting Vicki’s head go. I was expecting her to give me an angry look for the roughness, but her eyes were filled with pure lust and delight. She sat back on her heels just smiling at me smugly, her lips puffy and red. Her dick was in her hand and she was stroking it slowly as she looked me over hungrily.

  She was ready to get hers.

  I forced my weary body to sit up. “Sit down.”

  Vicki shook her head, that wicked smile still on her face. “Naw, baby boy, I don’t want it like that.”

  My eyebrow rose in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  She reached in her pocket and pulled out a condom. “I want that ass.”

  “Hells, no.”

  “You can’t say you don’t want it,” she said. “I saw that look in your eyes. Now get on your knees.”

  “I ain’t going down like that with you. I’ll suck you off, but that’s it.”

  “Tell me you don’t want to feel my dick in your ass.” She held my gaze challengingly. “Tell me you don’t want to bend over right now and feel me slide in that tight hole.”

  “I don’t care, yo. That shit’s too far.”

  “It’s just me and you, son. No one else gotta know that you did it. I know you want it, you know you want it. So stop worrying about your fucking pride and get what you want.”

  My jaw was tense as I returned her gaze, but I couldn’t deny her words. God I wanted it. I wanted to feel what it would be like to get fucked the way I fuck. Sonja was great, but it wasn’t the same. And I knew, at this moment, I was being handed the chance.

  My pride wouldn’t let me answer her. So I just stood, slowly turned my back, and lay on the sofa, my ass facing her. I felt Vicki’s hands on my boxers and as she pulled them down to my knees, my eyes closed in shame. I tried to pretend it was Sonja kneeling between my awkwardly spread legs, that her hands were caressing my ass, gently pinching and swatting each cheek. But as soon as I heard the snap of the condom, I couldn’t pretend anymore. And the way my pussy was swelling again from that very sound, I knew I didn’t want to. I f
elt Vicki reach for more lube, heard her apply some to her dick, and the cold shock of her applying some to my asshole, making me tense up.

  I felt her body over mine, her voice in my ear. “You’re gonna want to relax that ass, baby boy, or it’s gonna hurt.”

  I took a deep breath, trying to relax my entire body, telling myself it was just going to be like it was with Sonja: slow, measured, and as soon as I was ready, I’d be able to take it all. But I should have known better. I should have expected the same thing I’d have done if I’d been in Vicki’s position at that moment. As soon as I felt her dick at my hole, she pushed in quickly, and I growled from the pain, pressing my face into the cushion. Vicki pressed all the way in, till I felt her boxers against my bare ass and she held herself still for a moment. Then I heard her groan as her hands found my waist, holding me to her, literally grinding her completely embedded dick into me. I was gasping at how full I felt; the dildos I had used before had never felt this big, despite my always secretly craving more. Well, I was getting more now, and on the other end of that dick was a butch who knew what she was doing.

  Vicki pulled out halfway, then pushed in just as quickly, and as before, she held herself against me tightly, forcing me to feel all of her. The pain had already subsided and all I felt was pleasurably full, my body starting to relax in the blissful feeling. But as soon as I did, Vicki started up again. She pulled out, this time letting only the head of her dick remain, before she snapped her hips forward, driving it back into me. I gritted my teeth, my hands balling up in fists from the forcefulness. She pulled back again and repeated the quick thrusting, this time so hard that my head hit the back of the sofa. My hands reached out to brace myself as Vicki fucked me, each thrust powerful and unyielding. I knew that this was not the way she fucked Lani. This was the way you fucked someone who was as tough as you were. Someone who could handle it as rough, aggressive, and uncaring as you wanted to give it. Someone who understood that you just wanted to fuck.

  She was methodical in her fucking, each stroke as measured as the one before, slamming into me so hard she might as well have been swinging a hammer. But hell, I was enjoying it. I loved being opened this way, impaled. Her grip on my waist was tight, and she began pulling me back to meet her thrusts. Instinctively I moved with her and in no time, she didn’t have to guide me, because I was throwing my ass back, trying to get as much as I could. Our grunts and groans echoed through the apartment, and maybe even through the building. It felt beyond incredible. She was giving it to me just the way I’ve always wanted it done. And when I felt her lie on top of me, her dick in deep again, and hold herself still, I was gasping. She rotated her hips and it felt as if she was stirring my insides; my body flinching from the sensations.

  One of Vicki’s arms moved up to encircle my shoulders, and when she started fucking me again, she kept her dick in deep, only withdrawing a couple of inches for her thrusts. Her body molded to mine as she fucked me slowly, and I let my head fall forward, unsure of what to do with all that I was feeling. I felt her other hand reach round my body and grab my dick, making me moan. She was stroking me as she fucked me; every time she pushed in, I’d feel the base of my dick hit my clit and my eyes rolled in my head. She pumped me deeply, her teeth nipping the back of my neck, her growls signaling that she was about to cum. In response, I pressed my ass back to meet her thrusts, in turn helping her jack me off. Her arm around my body was tightening, and I reached back and grabbed her thigh, pulling her closer as I worked my ass on her dick.

  “Oh shit…,” she whispered in my ear.

  She was riding my ass faster, groaning louder and louder, yanking hard on my dick now, while I bucked even faster. Vicki suddenly grabbed both my wrists and pulled them behind me. With one hand, she pinned my wrists to my back then started to ram me. If I hadn’t turned my face in time, I wouldn’t have been able to breathe, because now she was completely gone. She stroked me harder and harder, and before I knew it, my second orgasm of the night peaked and I yelled from the pleasure, clenching my thighs and asscheeks together, which triggered Vicki. She pressed me down into the sofa, pounding me harder and harder as she came, calling me every nasty name in the book, her voice laced with unbridled lust, and I just took it…gladly. She kept humping me until her body finally gave up, and then she slowly pulled out of me.

  We didn’t speak for a few moments, then she playfully swatted my ass and said, “You a’ight?”

  “Yeah,” I answered, glancing at the clock on the wall. We still had a couple of hours before the girls were supposed to come back. I felt Vicki move, and I gingerly got to my feet, pulling my boxers and pants up. “I’ll be right back,” I said, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

  When I finally came back to the living room, Vicki was on the sofa, eating a sandwich and watching the news. My stomach growled. I attempted to walk as steadily as I could but sensed her smirking as I passed her on my way to the kitchen. I fixed myself something to eat and grabbed another beer before joining her.

  We didn’t talk about it. We just ate, watched television and talked shit about everything else under the sun until Lani and Sonja came back a little after midnight. The girls were all teary as they said their good-byes; Lani and Vicki would be leaving in a couple of days. Vicki and I gave each other daps and the mandatory butch nod before Sonja and I left.

  “Did you have a good time?” Sonja asked, as she laced her arm through mine.

  “It was a’ight,” I replied.

  “It better have been more than a’ight since you’re walking all funny,” she said, winking at me.

  TORI’S SECRET

  Andrea Miller

  As I was bending down to get the tray out of the cupboard, my dress rode even further up my ass and my toes squeezed yet more painfully into my pointy shoes. Standing up and opening the fridge, I noticed different discomforts. In fact, no matter which way I moved the French maid costume was unbearable. Tori’d given it to me for my birthday the week before and when I’d unwrapped it, I balked. I mean, I was femme but this costume crossed a line—and besides, I was tired of getting presents from Tori that were really for her. Somehow, though, here I was in the dinky hat and frilly apron anyway.

  Tori was having friends over to watch the hockey game and I could hear them cheering and stomping even with the long hall separating us. I wished they’d be quieter; it was my name on the lease, after all. Tori had moved in with me a year before, but so far she had weaseled out of making it official.

  I cracked open four beers and placed them on the tray. Then I reached up and got Tori’s favorite glass out of the top cupboard. She wanted a rum and Coke—a nice tough butch drink to complement the way she could swig it back, the way she could swagger, the way she could pinch my little maid’s ass. Boy, did Tori think she was made of metal.

  I opened the freezer and grabbed the tray of ice cubes, popped four out and let them clink to the bottom of the glass. Ice: now that was something that could actually spark a good thought about Tori, a memory from the beginning of our relationship. It had been a hot, sticky day and we’d just gotten back from the beach. “Come here, Kelly,” I heard Tori call, but I was in the living room and couldn’t tell where her voice was coming from. I walked down the hall and poked my head in the bedroom—no, not there. Then I stepped into the kitchen and suddenly she was behind me with her arm around my waist and her mouth on my neck. Her teeth grazing my skin.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard and good,” she crooned. “That for the rest of your life, when someone rams their fingers into your cunt, you’re gonna think of me; you’re gonna wish they were my magic fingers inside you.” Then in one swift motion she yanked my bikini bottoms down and bent me over the table.

  I shut my eyes as Tori wedged her thigh between mine, parting my legs. “Look at that little pucker,” she said. “So pink and exposed. Just waiting for some attention. Baby, is this what it needs?”

  My asshole felt suddenly like it was on fire and I tried to wriggle fr
ee. Tori had a hand on my back, however, and she was pinning me down. “Relax,” she murmured and as my struggling settled into a slight squirm, I realized that what she was rubbing me with was actually not hot, but rather very cold. Ice cold. And as the ice made contact with my skin, it slowly melted, trickling to my pussy and down my thighs. Christ, it felt good. So good—so slick against the gritty grains of sand left over from the beach—that another kind of wetness formed between my legs.

  Tori relaxed her hold on my back and bent down, kissed the undersides of my thighs and the globes of each of my buttcheeks. Then, snaking her warm tongue between my crack, she found my asshole and licked me there until I begged her to make me come.

  On a certain level I wish that what followed then had been nothing special, that when push came to shove Tori couldn’t follow through on her cocksure promise to be better with her hands than anyone else. But the truth is, she was that good and I guess that was the reason I couldn’t break it off with her even though everything about her pissed me off. And I guess, too, that was why she was always so popular with the ladies—even those she hadn’t (or rather hadn’t yet) fucked. One look at Tori’s trimmed nails and strong hands and women instinctively knew she was going to be good.

  I topped off the cup with rum, then headed down the hall—my heels falling silently on the carpet all the way to the living room where Tori and her friends were talking.

  “There are different kinds of trust,” Tori said, looking her friend Katie in the eye. And I thought, Fuck, she’s getting deeper with Katie than she ever does with me; maybe she occasionally says something real when I’m not around. Tori, after all, hadn’t seemed to notice that I’d gotten back from the kitchen.