Bruce sat cradled in the soft armchair. The ceiling soared above him in the cathedral-like "barnhouse" that his girlfriend owned. It was nice having a rich girlfriend. She took care of him. She kept him warm. She kept him fed and she kept him fucked.
He was reading a novel. It was about a person getting a transsexual operation and how that affected the lives and chemicals of the people around him/her. There was a long description of the operation in it. How they turned the penis outside in and stuffed it up into the body. It was terrifying and yet sub-consciously arousing.
Kate came up to in front of him and then puddled into the area between his feet. She adored him. It was in her eyes and her contented sigh. It was in the way she said his name. "Baaruuuucce"
"Say my name" he would tell her sometimes just to hear her say "Baaruuuucce." It was comforting and soothing and made him feel the same way that that he felt when he was having his perineum licked.
"That's where my pussy would be if I was a woman," he would invariably say whenever Kate licked him there. She liked to lick that area of his body so she did it quite often. The truth was that she enjoyed sucking cock more than anything. She would make mouthlove and stroke and throw her head and whole body into the passion of the moment until Bruce couldn't stand it anymore and fire his load right down her throat. That wouldn't stop her though. She just kept right on sucking, milking for every extra little drop there was.
He had to tell her to stop sucking, that his cock head was sensitive after his orgasm. She sucked him so much that he didn't get to fuck her enough and was starting to get hungry for pussy. Sometimes Bruce could talk her into going low on him and a few times it was her own idea. Bruce liked for her to slide her tongue down between his balls and get into the dark area under his testicle sack. The balls could be touchy, but just under them was a magic button.
"It's the root of your penis," Kate told him the last time he got her to go down there. "I can feel it with my lips. I can get my whole mouth around it and follow it right down into your body, all the way to right here." She placed her finger squarely between his legs and within one inch of where his anal ring began. Bruce's asshole tightened.
She wouldn't go any farther with it though. She would never touch his asshole much less get down there and play it like a cello with her tongue. When he licked her ass he thought of it like an art form. The ridges and folds were the strings, the center was the volume control, her cheeks were the percussion section and she was the audience. It was performance art. Yet his own anal sphincter remained virginal.
Still, he had no reason to complain, for Kate had finished settling down into the area between his legs and was using her hands to gently stroke his upper thighs. She stopped when her hands were near the top of her stroke, close to his package. She looked up at him coquettishly with tilted eyes and asked, "may I have the pleasure of taking you into my mouth?" To ensure that there was no misunderstanding, she slipped her left hand over and on top of his bulge.
Within two seconds, his body had redirected all blood from his head to his crotch. Within six seconds, his penis had doubled in size. Space was becoming a real issue in his pants. Kate solved the crisis by taking matters into her own hands. Without waiting for direction, she undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, slid the zipper down, slipped her hand under his briefs and pulled the rapidly growing penis into a new upright position. Only the head peeked out beyond the waistband of his underpants.
"Ooo pretty," Kate said and she bent her head down so she could kiss him right at the opening on the very end of his penis and thereby steal that first precious drop of pre-cum just as it pearled out the slit.
"Now just a second young lady," Bruce announced in his best schoolmaster voice. "I haven't given you permission to use my member for your oral pleasure yet."
"I'm sorry sir," replied Kate. "I didn't mean to be presumptuous."
"Well, you were," stated Bruce in no uncertain manner. "No I think before I decide on your request, that I would like for you to dance for me."
Kate thought about it for only a second before she let go her grip of his penis, stood up, turned up the music and started to sway in time. She closed her eyes. Her arms just sort of floated around at first, but then one of them found a breast and she began to caress herself rubbing the nipple and making curves around the form. The buttons on her shirt seemed to fall open by themselves, then an arm slipped out, then the shirt fell to the floor. Now she was wearing only jeans and a wife-beater tee shirt.
Bruce slipped out of his pants and underwear. He found a bottle of olive oil handy on the end table by his chair and began to oil his stiffy. The head stuck out red and engorged, distinct like the helmet of a warrior. Veins throbbed along the sides. He stroked it with his right hand and cupped his balls with his left.
Kate, meanwhile, had lost her jeans and was clad in only the wife-beater and a red thong. That girl certainly knew how to dress. She danced up to him and rubbed her sweet tits in his face. Then she pulled the top of her tee shirt down and let Bruce look deep into all that skin. That right there was about enough to make him pop, but he held his juice and she danced away.
Kate turned her back to Bruce and swayed her buttocks. The mass of curves, the wonderful, hypnotic swirl of mounds and folds reduced Bruce to a slobbering mess able only to drool and stroke his pulsating cock.
Kate spread her stance apart and then bent over. Carefully she placed one hand on each cheek and then pulled them apart. His view of her ass and pussy was perfect except only for the half-inch wide string that ran up the middle. Bruce had seen Kate's pussy many times before but it was still an awe-inspiring sight. She had a medium patch of moderately curly brown pubic hair. It started in a nice clump above and narrowed and thinned as it encircled her opening, then it ran over the little hump and about two dozen tiny hairs called the inner most regions circling her anus, home. Right now though, there was a piece of fabric in the way and although it was largely sucked into her pussy at the moment, her asshole was obscured. He could see it peeking out on both sides, the ridges and the darker colored area, but the eye itself was hidden from his view.
Kate danced her butt back and forth. She grabbed her ankles and pushed it out as high as she could. The string was ready to pop. So was Bruce. She brought it close enough for Bruce to smell and let him lick it up one side and down the other. Then slowly, slowly, she slid a hand around her glistening bottom and slipped a finger, then two, under the string of her thong. She worked the string out of her pussy lips and free from asshole and then pulled it to one side so finally, finally, Bruce could see all of the glory of her cunt and her rectum. He really wanted just to jam his cock up her asshole. It was pretty primal. We'll never know just what Kate wanted, but she was grabbing her ankles with her ass high in the air and making her asshole throb in and out six inches from Bruce's face.
