My Only Ever One Night Stand

My Only Ever One Night Stand

The guys sometimes ask me if I have ever had a one night stand and as much as I would love to say "Yes" and relate the details, the truth is that I never do.

Instead, I always tell them that I have never done it.

But we're friends, acquaintances anyway, and I can tell you anything. Mostly 'cause you're on the other side of the internet.

So here it is. The truth. I have had a one night stand and it was, well, weird. Weird enough that I never tell the story.

I was out with my friend Steve and we had been at one other bar and were now drinking at a second bar. The night was late and I figured we would play a game of darts then go home. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of about a year and was actually in no hurry to start dating again. Meaning that I was in no way on the prowl.

I was at the bar waiting for another beer, looking at the ladies a bit, and appreciating the scenery with all the honorable intentions of a gentleman.

OK, if you really want to know I was lusting over the marvelous T and A in women who were no doubt wonderful girls, except that I just didn't know them or how wonderful they would or would not be.

It was at this time that a rather tall and breathtaking woman walked into my field of view. I didn't know she was so hot at first because I was looking all the way across the bar and my eyes just didn't focus so close quickly enough.

When I looked up at her, really looked closely, I think I was noticeably startled, and I think she noticed. I think I might have even caught my breath a little.

Is that why she did what she did? The world will never know. All I do know is that it turned out to be both fantastic and identity changing.

She saw me look her over, which is exactly when she stepped right up to me and got really close. I didn't know what her intentions were and as she got closer and closer, oddly, I started to wonder if she was going to bite my ear. She was imposing and apparently it made me paranoid.

Instead she whispered something life altering to me. Not that I knew it was going to alter my life at that point, and not that I was not living in bizzarro land for thinking she was going to bite my ear.

What she said in a husky breathy whisper was: "I want to spread the folds of my pussy all over your tongue." To which I replied: "[absolutely nothing]".

That's right, for the first time in my life I was speechless and I couldn't even muster the strength to stammer.

She moved away from my ear just enough to look me in the eye. I don't know what she expected to see. Did she expect rejection? Did she expect me to grab her by the hand and lead her out of the bar to my home? I don't know.

She smiled a Mona Lisa, smile, though I could not understand the meaning it was supposed to convey. Without moving any farther back she intentionally brushed her left boob on my arm, saying, "My name is Tavi, is Russian." She rubbed it to the left and to the right - three times. My arm was bare but her breasts were enclosed in perhaps the tightest fitting demi cup bra the world has ever seen. The oddly surreal effect of course was not diminished at all.

I could see her nipples get hard and dropped my hand to hide the evidence of my dick getting hard too.

She deftly changed the topic of conversation to my forgotten dart game, convincing me that I should abandon play, but simultaneously making me wonder, if just maybe, my friend Steve had put her up to it so I would forfeit.

We actually hit it off and had a pleasant time for the next fifteen minutes or so before her continuous flirting convinced me that I really should ask her home.

Unfortunately, my ex's crap was all over as I was in the middle of packing her stuff.

So when she suggested we continue drinking at her place I agreed quickly.

An hour later, in her bed, I was flat on my back while she loosened my tie and the first few buttons of my shirt, kissing me from neck to nipples. I can't say that I am particularly fond of having my nipples sucked but as a prelude to cocksucking who am I to complain?

I don't know when it happened but during the course of our lovemaking she surreptitiously removed her pants and panties, and with my full knowledge my shirt and tie came off too, leaving me bare from the waist up and her bare from the waist down.

Holding my tie out, she asked, "Would you like me to tie up you?"

She was a stranger after all. So I shook my head, lying, "I don't think that's for me. Let's just keep up what we were doing." In reality, being tied up is a favorite activity of mine.

Surely all the talking was a momentary stop along the way to naked-town and I would see her amazing boobies before long.

She kissed me ferociously on the mouth and began a slow gliding move Northward. She rubbed her naked, hot pussy on my stomach allowing me to feel a trail of wetness. She ran her fingers through my hair as she moved North again revealing to me the first scent of her womanly aroma, albeit from a distance of at least a foot.

She rearranged her legs and my arms as she straddled my head, now letting me see her pussy lips for the first time through her dark, but not overly bushy, musty garden of womanly charms.

With the first touch on my lips she lightly tickled my lower face with her pubes. I swear her nectar must have been spread all over her hair during her rubbing journey as the whole area seemed to be one dewy lawn.

I attempted to raise my mouth to that sweet dessert, but placing her hand on my forehead, she both stopped me, and let me know that she would be running this show. And a show it was, for the next thing she did was to gently reach down, grasping her pussy lips with soft red painted fingertips to slowly manipulate those folds this way and that: open, closed, up and around. She pinched her labia and pulled them at least a finger's length out.

I knew that she would be true to her word and that soon I would be a birthday present all enveloped in her very special wrapping. Truly she was going to encase me in her nether lips and truly I was going to love it even unto a smothering death.

Retrieving my tie she looped it behind my head and pulling on it lifted my face closer to her previously hidden flower.

At times her lips softly touched my own allowing me to gaze fully into the depths of her forest. At other times she moved up teasing my tongue with her cavernous hole allowing me to peer at the little man in the boat.

Oh, and it was a beautiful clit indeed; large, engorged, extending beyond the hood more than most. I would even characterize her red clit as angrily excited. I tried to lick and I tried to get in there at all those delicious purply majestic lady parts but she really was in control.

She had me stick my tongue out as far as I could, then spreading her lips, she traced the smooth no man's land between major and minor folds with its tip.

Finally she pulled firmly on the necktie while pressing forward, engulfing my whole mouth with her sex. I relished the feeling and put everything I had into pleasing the cunt that was making me so very happy. If I could have climbed inside I would have.

For her part she continued to do whatever pleased her with complete abandon and no regard for my wishes, which made her appetite for cunnilingus all the more able to drive my passion to the brink.

In fact I was getting so excited that even with my arms under her legs and unable to reach my straining member I wondered if I just might cream my pants without being touched down there.

She buried my tongue deep inside and opened her pussy so wide her lips were completely on the outside of mine, creating a seal of sorts.

I went for long periods without breathing, and just when I thought I would have to buck her off, she would squirm for her pleasure. The wiggle was for her but it also permitted me to take a gasping breath just in time.

This was not your ordinary pussy eating session. This was a session one could brag about proudly. (Yes, I know, you are starting to think that there is no reason I would hide my one night stand from the prying eyes of the world but I promise I will get to that.)

As she got into it she started to focus even more on the areas that were most pleasurable to her. She liked it when her clit was insistently forced into my mouth and she would whisper-scream "Suck it! Suck it!", which I did with eagerness.

She also favored when the flat of my tongue was pushed hard against the part of her puss just between the opening and her taint, I guess you would call that the bottom edge of her vaginal ring.

The first time she came I could feel her honey pot contract - something I had never been able to notice before in any of the women I had been with. I also noticed an increase in her tangy fluids. Not a flood but a nice little sample nevertheless. I think she came three times total, though in all honesty she was not really too concerned about making announcements or in any way caring about whether or not I knew when she was cumming.

And now the part I never tell anyone, well the first part. Maybe for some of you this will be vanilla stuff but for me it was virgin territory, taboo, edgy, and certainly nothing I would ever admit to my friends or future wife.

What she did surprised and shocked my staid sensibilities. And to me it changed something in me. I would forever remember what happened. I would remember what I did. I would remember that I participated willingly and lastly that I loved it.

I could no longer claim, if in some alternate reality I was ever asked, and I would always know that I was what I became.

It was immediately after what I think was her third orgasm that she rapidly swung her legs around re-positioning into what would have been a reverse cowgirl if she had been on my cock.

Now facing the other way and with no warning and no build up she lifted up about a foot (this was the point at which I first saw her pink asshole) then spreading her cheeks with her hands plunged down with precision and accuracy placing her forbidden, and to me never before experienced rosebud, directly over my mouth - directly on my mouth.

That's right, she put her starfish down so far it touched my lips. Not just her butt cheeks but her actual butthole, her ass hole, her shitter, her bung. And it wasn't just close but it really did touch my lips. And it didn't just touch them, it made a full-on prolonged intentional contact.

I clenched. I tried to turn. But it was to no avail as I was trapped. My head was trapped and my arms were trapped. Now was the time for me to try bucking. I did, but simply lacked the leverage to dislodge this, butt-crazed, anilingus starved, hottie from my face.

I suppose if she had not been so unbelievably hot I might have tried harder. If she had not just had me in the very depths of her sex for the last half hour I might have rejected such intimacy, but the thought occurred to me that after what I had been doing to her twat, and everything in the vicinity, this was not really that much more.

So I did what she asked, and yes she asked, in fact she practically screamed for me to get my 'fucking tongue' in there.

Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue. I could feel it snaking its way between her ass cheeks toward its goal. A goal which by now, after her exertions, was what I would soon discover to be - sweaty.

It wasn't far, and in no time, the tip of my tongue touched her there. To my shock it wasn't bad. It didn't taste bad or like shit.

The area was kind of earthy and surprisingly fresh. As for the butt hole itself - it was kind of rubbery. It was pleasingly firm in contrast to the meat curtains that I had been feasting on. So I licked around it for a good long while. I stabbed at it and pressed hard with my tongue wondering and fearing that I might just get inside. I lapped. I swathed her most sensitive area with my saliva.

Undoing my belt and zipper, she reached into my pants with one long-fingered hand and I shot my load before she could even remove my pants. I didn't care and neither did she. The whole experience was great.

Additionally, I re-defined myself. No longer just a man, no longer just a man who likes pussy; I was now an asslicker. Me; an asslicker! I had licked the sweaty rubbery ass of another human being. It shocked me and changed me but also from that time forward it would excite me.

So there you have it. You are the only one I have ever told. I am a new man and I like it. This is one of my secrets that I can share with no one, and not being able to share it, how will I ever take the next step which is to ask for it.

End Part 1

Part 2 follows below my note:

Author's note

[Hope you like my story. It is fictional. Except that after many years of marriage I have finally asked my wife to let me lick her ass and while she is not too keen on the idea she does let me occasionally. That is one of the great things about marriage. After so many years we can talk about and share just about anything.]

Part 2

After becoming a bona fide asslicker, I pleased her back there for a bit, then she cuddled up next to me - and kissed me. I'm not sure how I feel about a woman who would kiss lips that had been on an asshole. But I suppose it was hers after all.

She asked me to spend the night, and while part of me wanted to run away from such a disturbing woman, I was too emotionally drained to make it home.

We fell asleep next to each other with our arms and legs intertwined.

The next morning I woke to the feelings of her tongue on my balls. She licked my nuts at length, not caring about the wet spot on the sheets, in her enthusiasm. I've never met a woman before who was eager to go down on me.

She never got around to sucking my dick. But I didn't care because after a bit she sat up and removed her shirt and bra.

I'd spent an hour yesterday licking her cunt and ass and never saw her with her shirt off.

And they were everything I'd dreamed about the first time they touched my arm in the bar. Full and firm with large pokey nipples surrounded by small pink areolas.

She cupped her boobs, squeezing them together, then lifted them up, and dropped them. They bounced delightfully. Looking at me mischievously, she asked, "Got time for a fuck?"

Boy, did I ever!

We rolled over with me on top this time. I lined my cockhead up with her gash but she asked sweetly, "Make me wet first please?" And she gently nudged my head downtown.

Naturally I obliged. I dove in, letting my saliva flow freely. I licked all around, working my way into the center, teasing her as much as I could.

When I was done tongue fucking her hole I took the trip to her ass, knowing I would face no judgement. We both enjoyed it greatly.

I think she liked it more than me because every time I was ready to move on she held my head there just a little longer.

Additionally, while I was down there, again, she asked sweetly, "Would you like to be tied up?"

Even in the light of day I still wasn't ready to trust her that much.

I made my way up her tall body, kissing, nibbling, and licking as I went. This long woman seemed to be all arms and legs, always wrapping one or another appendage around some part of me like an octopus.

I spent a considerable amount of time in the company of her breasts and nipples, and I could tell she loved every second.

Still, she was in no hurry, holding my head to a nipple until she was done, not letting me move on any sooner than she wanted.

I'm not one to complain, but my cock was so near to her pussy I could almost put it in.

For me it was a Saturday and I had nowhere to be. I supposed, at the time, she must have had someplace to be, because, looking at the clock she said, "Ok, it's time. Come up here."

I kissed up, burying my face in her cleavage, then on to her clavicles. Can clavicles be sexy? To me they were.

With our height difference, this was the position which would allow me to plunge into her now thoroughly wetted, cunt.

She let out a very slow moan, "Oh your dick feels soooo good in me. Stay right there a minute and let me just experience it."

I laid on top of her, balls deep but not moving. She stroked my hair and hugged me tight. I mean really tight, like she hadn't had a hug in ages. She begged me to hug her back, so, with her help, I reached under her, pushing my arms between her body and the mattress, before she lay her weight back down.

Wrapping her arms around my neck she told me, "Keep kissing my neck the whole time." I was happy to accommodate any favor. Her neck was feminine and when I nibbled, and even gently bit her, she moaned more - appreciating my efforts.

My sexy one-night-stand knew how to meld her body to mine. She entwined each leg around each of mine. Now our bodies were pressed so close we made contact from our heads to our feet.

After too long just hugging, but with my hard cock impaling her and not moving at all, she asked me to start with a slow gentle rhythm.

We held each other so tight I could only move by rocking my hips. But it was enough. I could pull out and drive back almost the full length of my rod.

So great seemed her need for contact that any time I tried to disentangle even a little she held on for dear life.

And she was strong enough that I wouldn't be able to break our bond even if I had wanted to.

My need to come grew stronger but when I sped up she pleaded for me to slow it down.

After forever, she asked me, "Are you ready for something kinky and special?"

In pre-orgasmic ecstasy I asked, "What could be more special than you giving me your asshole?"

With a renewed tightened grip she answered me, "Dear lover, it would only be more special if you gave yours to my boyfriend."

Behind me I heard a masculine chuckle, "So you finally found a plaything who would eat ass."

Her boyfriend climbed on top of me twisting his legs around ours, circling my body in a bearhug, and pinning me with his weight.

Between the two of them I immediately knew it was hopeless to fight it. That didn't stop me from struggling just long enough to confirm it, then give up. Hell, I could barely breathe.

I lost interest in kissing her pretty neck. I lost interest in fucking her. I lost my erection too. Though it stayed in fine: I'm one of those guys whose cock stays long when I'm soft.

He was large. His body sprawled over mine and beyond, allowing him to kiss his girlfriend on the lips at the same time that he laid a giant slab of meat between my ass cheeks.

He ground himself in there, "So, Tavi, I see he's not lubed yet. Care to do the honors?"

I guess I knew it all along, but hearing his words confirm his intentions for my virgin hole, gave me an empty feeling in my chest.

With one very long arm, she effortlessly pulled open a drawer on the nightstand to retrieve a bottle. And with no difficulty at all, squirted plenty on his thick organ and my bum simultaneously.

After all the friction he had been generating, the slick oil was a relief. He stayed in my groove while she put the lotion away and hugged my neck again. It ran down my crack, across my asshole, over my balls, and presumably into her taco too.

The two of them started kissing passionately and in earnest, sandwiching me there, helpless to do anything but recognize how hot they were for each other.

I didn't notice it happen, but at some point he moved his cockhead to my rear door. The first thing I felt was a dull pressure.

He moved around in circles while I had no freedom of movement at all. Slowly, progress was made penetrating my helpless ass.

I could feel how much was in me but had no idea if he was past the head or only part way past the head. I figured with about an inch and a half in, for many guys, that would mean the crown had not yet punctured my ring.