Katharine Tremblay winced as Stephen Rothschild eased his cock out of her asshole. Never let it be said that anal sex is an easy thing to do. The tall young woman took a deep breath before rolling over on her side. Glancing at her boyfriend, she breathed a sigh of relief. The big and tall, dark-skinned young man she loved pulled her into his arms, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Katharine smiled to herself and nestled her head against Stephen's hairy chest before going to sleep. It was astonishing how much she loved this guy. Once upon a time, she listed anal sex among the list of things she would never do, along with playing Russian roulette and voting liberal...now look at her. Positively glowing after a vigorous session of butt-fucking. How times changed.
What was your favorite part of getting fucked in the ass? Stephen asked her in his usual no-nonsense voice. Roused from near-slumber, Katharine shot him a mischievous grin. Truth be told, her butt still hurt from the ass pounding she just got from him, but she felt oddly good. And to think she was so nervous at first. I loved the whole thing, Katharine told him with a grin. And she did. Although she had been understandably nervous at first, it turned out to be a lot more fun than she thought it would be. The many times she thought about anal sex, she envisioned a dirty mess, and a lot of pain. Her first time with Stephen, under his patient guidance, turned out to be a lot of fun.
Katharine Tremblay, born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian father and Iranian Christian mother, simply never envisioned herself the anal sex "type". What is the anal sex type? That's a question she frequently asked herself, prior to her latest sexual experiment with her favorite African-American stud muffin. Stephen's willingness to experiment had always surprised her. When she first met him on the bus to school, she thought he was a square, to tell you the truth. Six feet two inches tall, dark-skinned and somewhat chubby but still roughly handsome. With his blue silk shirt, dark gray silk pants and black timberland boots, not to mention that oversized cross hanging around his neck, he looked like the church type, the very definition of boring.
Now, Katharine Tremblay is a good Christian gal brought up in the Roman catholic diocese of metropolitan Montreal, but she's also a wild flower. And she cannot stand boring guys. Well, that's what she thought until she looked into his eyes. There she was something else. A smoldering intensity that was disturbingly familiar. A look she often saw when she looked in the mirror. Yeah, as it turns out, Stephen the square was full of surprises, to be sure. She found out during their initial conversation during that bus ride. He was reading a book whose title kind of caught her unawares. Bisexual Men : Coming Out Every Which Way by Ron Jackson Suresha. Definitely not the kind of book you'd expect to find in the hands of a big and tall young Black man on his way to University. Not in a boring place like Ottawa, Ontario, at any rate.
What are you reading? Katharine asked him, by way of breaking the ice. She sat next to him on the crowded bus, bound for Carleton University. Pausing from reading, he looked her up and down, then showed her the cover. Interesting, was all she could say. For the first time in a long time, something a man said had the normally very loquacious Quebecoise tongue-tied. Stephen smiled at her, and told her that male bisexuality quite often shocked a lot of people, especially young women. When he said that, Katharine suddenly found her voice. I've got nothing against bisexual men, she said. Stephen smiled at her, that weird, fearless smile of his. Good to know, he said with a grin, because you're talking to one.
