Adventures in Anal

I'd known Maggie for a couple of years. We were always friendly, but I wouldn't call us friends. Mostly, it was drinking at the same bar and smoking dope. I'd definitely had thoughts of fucking her. She was cute more than pretty, and her personality was a bonus. She was recently graduated from college, so at least ten, maybe even fifteen years my junior. And like I said, other than drinking at the bar or smoking in the parking lot, I never saw her.

One evening, not long before last call, she came and sat next to me. We got to chatting, well, flirting really. I was already a couple of Manhattans into my night when she ordered us a shot of tequila. Not really my thing, but I was feeling pretty good about my chances with her and figured "Why not?" Cheers, salt, swallow, lime, and slam.

"That hits the spot," she said while banging her shot glass onto the bar. "Got plans tonight, Jake?"

"It does burn so good," I replied. "But if I'm to get home tonight, I'm going to need to call for a ride."

"I can take you," the young gal offered.

But, who am I to turn down a free ride from a beautiful woman? I wasn't quite sure she was asking what I was hoping, but I thought to myself, "I'd ride you all night long..." Instead, I smiled at her and simply replied, "Sure." However, I couldn't help but undress her in my mind as she got up to use the restroom. I watched her petite ass sway as she walked away. Hate to see her leave, love to watch her go, as they say.

I drank another beer as I waited. It wasn't too long of a wait, either. When she came back, we paid our tabs, all the while chatting about this new herb she'd gotten. Because, of course, copious alcohol consumption is always better when followed by smoking weed. We walked out as the bar tender called "Last call!"

I don't remember much about the ride home, mostly because she drove to her place. She parked just down the street from the apartment and turned off the engine. We chatted as she packed a bowl.

"So, you want the green?" she asked offering me the first hit.

We smoked, coughed, got really fucking high. Somehow, her hands kept rubbing my legs, getting closer and closer to her intended target. When her fingers finally grazed my stiffening member through the fabric of my jeans, I put my hand behind her head and kissed her. She kissed back like an animal. She wanted it, I could tell.

"You really want to go home now?" she growled.

"I want to eat your ass," were the only words that came out of my mouth.

"What's that?"

"I want to fuck your asshole with my tongue," I repeated.

She kissed me again. Tongue, lips, saliva, smoke, teeth. Breath hot and heavy. I saw a need in her eyes I'd only seen a few times before. I felt the same need stirring... Hell, that need was boiling over and ready for action. I nearly undressed her right then and there in her car. However, some bit of sanity and sobriety leaked out and we left her car and walked to the side door. I followed behind, watching her ass the whole way. She turned at the door and put a finger to her lips.

"My roommates are home. We're going to need to be quiet," she whispered. Then she turned back and unlocked the door.

I followed her in the dark down a long hallway. I sensed her undressing on the way to her room. I was thankful for the carpet to muffle my stumbling walk. And it was a blessing that nothing was hanging on the walls: I probably would have fallen all over myself had I not been able to steady myself.

When we reached the entrance to her room, she turned and used her panties as a blindfold. I could feel just how wet she was. I could smell her arousal. My erection was already itching to be let free, and I'm surprised the buttons on my jeans didn't burst from the pressure. She led me by the hand into her room. I felt her close the door behind us.

"Am I supposed to undress myself as well?" I asked.

"If you want to," she replied. I heard the bed creak as she laid herself down. "Go ahead and open your eyes. Come and get it."

No further invitation was needed. I practically tore the panties from my head and looked upon a gorgeous asshole as it winked in anticipation. Just below, her shaven snatch glistened with her excitement. She was on her knees, bent at the waist with her head lying on a pillow. She was presenting her ass to me in much the same way I present my ass when I want to get fucked. There was no question in my mind: I dove headfirst into her crack, inhaling the smell of her humanity, her womanly aroma.

All asses smell differently. Some really need to be cleaned - a lot. Some have a faint shit smell. Some are salty as sweat. Hers was amazingly clean and fresh. I don't know how she did it. Maybe it was her natural state. Her butt smelled like honey and tasted of molasses. The skin of her pucker was taut and pink, soft and supple. I licked her hole, nibbled her cheeks. I couldn't get enough of her beautiful derriere. I rubbed my face in it. I shoved my nose into it as far as I could to breathe in her innermost aroma.

That bit about us needing to be quiet went right out the window the moment I touched her nakedness. She moaned with ecstatic pleasure as I licked from her clit, past her puckered ass, and up her crack. She reached under herself with one hand to twiddle her clitoris, and behind her with the other to pull her left ass cheek granting me deeper access, begging me to keep going. I sucked intensely on her wrinkled pucker for a good long moment. Then I pulled back.

I don't think my dick had ever been harder in my life. I was drunk, stoned, and had a faceful of beautiful ass. I was still catching my breath when she lunged her ass back at me. Only too willing to comply, I dove in yet again.

"Oh, God! My ass has never felt so good!" she breathed. "Get your cock up there already!"

Her voice was so beautifully delicate, yet her words were exquisitely vulgar. Her high-pitched words reminded me of the last time I was in her position: on my face and knees with a man paying delicious attention to my horny asshole, desperate to feel the dichotomy of simultaneous pain and pleasure of being invaded. She was presenting herself to me and I was thinking about being fucked. It only made my cock more anxious to get started. I pressed a finger to her hole.

"I'm plenty ready for the real thing, Jakey."

Even so, I playfully jabbed at her winking hole. My finger slipped right in. Yep, she was ready, all right. I leaned in and planted one more suckling kiss, dragging my tongue the length of her crack. Then, I kissed my way up her spine to the nape of her neck. Nibbling gently. Sucking. Her fingers through my hair, now pulling. Contact, resistance, pressure...

She moaned, and all I heard was pleasure, no pain. All I felt was a strong desire to cum. I fought it. Then I heard her.

It started as a soft whisper. "Fuck me. Fuck me." With each thrust her voice got louder. My cock pistoned into her, each stroke more forceful than the last. One, two, three pumps and I was at the precipice. How long could I hold on? I heard my hips slap repeatedly into her asscheeks. I brought my arms up and curled them under her shoulders. Pumping, thrusting, plunging... And she lost it.

I, too, lost all control. I couldn't continue my assault on her back door nor hold her still. Her body shook, her head flung back. The sounds she voiced came from deep within. She clenched, bringing on my own orgasm deep within her bowels. She fell forward, collapsed really, as I remained buried to the hilt in her back door basking in anal glory.

She turned her head to the side and smiled, trying to catch her breath. I wasn't able to hold myself up, so I let myself lay down on her back. I met her smile with pursed lips and kissed her.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "I haven't been fucked like that in a good long time."

"I know what you mean. Glad I could be of service," I quipped.

"Shut up and clean up your mess."

It's not something I'd done before, eating a creampie of any kind. But knowing just how delicious her ass tasted beforehand, plus being stoned and drunk, I went for it. It was definitely a bit sloppy, but I was too far gone to care. I cleaned her ass of all the cum I could find. She even got up and squatted over me, letting our combined mixture of love juices dribble down onto my face.

"I'm going to head to the bathroom," she said. "Be back soon."

She leaned in and smothered my face with kisses, getting her share of our juices. I lay there in ecstatic bliss. I'm not even sure how long she was gone. I did hear voices, so she was probably getting a good talking to. Either that, or she was giving out all the juicy details. But when she returned, she offered me a warm, wet washcloth and a towel to clean my face. We kissed again, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke to her looking through her dresser. I couldn't help but stare at her backside. However few short moments ago, I'd been thoroughly ravishing her there. I could still see the redness where my body repeatedly slammed into hers. I rolled over towards her and she glanced back.

"Ready for round two?" she asked with a sly smile on her face. "You said some crazy things last night. I thought it might be fun to try some of them out..."