I guess it would be fair to say that my girlfriend, Christina, is an experimental kind of girl. I’d never have guessed it when we first met – she seemed so shy – and it took me a month to get her into bed at all. By that time I was hooked – not just from the thrill of the chase but also because she was interesting, quirky and could make me laugh like no-one else ever had before. And once we finally did get into bed, my God was it worth the wait. It seemed like there was nothing that we didn’t do that night: she sucked me for hours, pulling away so I could come on her face; then, unsated, she rode me until she came hard around me, before turning over and proffering her arse in my direction. “Fuck my arse,” she’d begged. Well, of course, I obliged, and when I came it was one of the most intense experiences of my life. She’d giggled as I yelled “Fuck” at the point of orgasm, and said “greedy boy – perhaps later.”

When I asked her afterwards why she’d made me wait so long, she’d just smiled. “I had to see whether you were worth it. Didn’t want to waste my time with someone who was only with me for sex.”
I couldn’t argue with her logic.

Over the next few months, we tried things I’d only dreamed about before. She’d sucked my cock in the cinema, on the back of a bus and once, memorably, in the toilets when she took me home to meet her parents! We had a threesome with another girl – “best to get it out the way now – there’s no way I’m going to do it if I fall much more in love with you,” she’d said. I loved every second, even though – or perhaps because – I knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’d tied her up, she’d tied me up – we’d once tried having sex with both of us tied up but that was rather less of a success and I’d been relieved she kept scissors next to the bed so we could cut each other out of our bonds when the knots pulled tight.

Tonight, though, she said she had a special treat for me. I could only imagine what it could be – and my imagination was in overdrive.

When I arrived at her house, I was surprised to see her in jeans and a baggy jumper. Christina’s a glamorous girl and she usually wore some kind of slinky frock when she was in seduction mode. I didn’t comment on it though – maybe she’d had a hard day at work and just wanted to relax before we got it on – and instead headed for the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine from the bottle I’d brought with me.

On my return to the front room, Christina smiled.
“Probably a good idea. You might need it,” she said.
“Really?”
“Well, I’ve had an idea. You don’t have to say yes, but I think you might like it.”
“Go on.” I was intrigued. I’d been game for everything she’d suggested before. What could be so different now?
Looking me straight in the eye, Christina stood up and turned her back to me, sexily whipping her top off and throwing it to one side. I smiled. A striptease. She’d gone on a course a while back but I’d yet to see her perform. I settled back, relaxed, hand automatically moving down to my bulge. Next up was the bra, which she threw at me over her shoulder, turning round to reveal her breasts covered by her hands. After giving me a quick flash, she turned her back to me once more and pushed down her jeans. I was intrigued by the straps over her bum. Some kinky kind of fetish wear? As she turned round, I realised how right I was. She stood there, proudly holding her cock. Or rather, the neon pink fake cock that sprung up between her legs.
“What do you think?” she asked, looking nervous.
“Err, I, err,” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
“I figured that you like it when I stick a finger up your bum so you might enjoy this even more. I did pick a small one.”
Looking between her legs, I realised that she was right. The cock was only an inch or so thick, and about four inches long. But still, being fucked…? As I turned the idea over in my head I was shocked to find myself becoming aroused. What the hell was going on? She moved over to me and kissed me deeply.
“For me? Just try it. I’ll stop any time you want. I just thought you might enjoy it – you know how much I love having you inside my arse…”
She was deliberately trying to get me hard now. As her hand moved to my fly and manoeuvred my cock out, and she bowed her head to lick the tip, I imagined what it’d feel like to have her inside me. My cock twitched.
“OK, why not. Be gentle with me,” I joked.

We moved through to the bedroom.
“I want you to be comfortable, baby,” she said, as she lay me on the bed. She straddled me and kissed gently down my body, her tongue sending electricity through me everywhere it touched. As she got to my cock, she spread my legs and sucked my balls into her mouth. Feeling her rubber cock against me as she moved was strange, but not a little arousing.

She moved to the side and nudged me.
“Turn over. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything without warning you first.”
I did as she asked, and thrilled at the feeling of her tongue lapping at my arse. My nerves dissipated as I relaxed into the subtle probing of her tongue. Once she could feel me opening up to her, she grabbed the lube from the side of the bed and slipped a wet finger into my arse, rubbing my prostate as her tongue continued its delicate action. My cock stiffened further. I’d always liked it when she played with my prostate during a blowjob but knowing it was just a taster of what I’d be getting later gave it an extra frisson. I couldn’t help but moan.
“You like that, baby?” she asked, and I groaned in response.
“OK, let’s try it,” she said, and I felt the head of the cock, wet with lube, pressing against my arse. At first my body resisted, so she just stayed there, cock-head resting against my arse, until I relaxed again. Then, almost imperceptibly, she started to push forwards and with a ‘pop’ she was inside my arse. Again, she stayed still, letting me get used to the sensation but, as the tip rubbed my prostate, I jolted back and was shocked to find how incredible it felt. Now she was inside me, there was no pain – just hot, extreme, unusual pleasure.

She started to thrust, slowly at first but, as my buttocks began to match her rhythm, she sped up, her hand moving under my hips to wank my shaft. Her hand slid up and down in rhythm with the cock in my arse, and I could hear her breathy moans.
“God, it’s hot fucking you,” she whispered and started to speed up. I became aware of a buzzing and realised that she’d got a vibrator attachment over her clit, the vibrations travelling through into the depths of my arse.

Thinking about her getting off as she fucked me, feeling her hand on my shaft and savouring the buzzing in my arse was too much for me. As she thrust longer, faster, deeper, I felt my cum bubbling up and shot all over the bed, my spunk spurting in thick streams. I heard her cry out as she felt me come and knew she was coming too.

Afterwards, she eased out of me slowly, then kissed me and held me tightly.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “You were amazing.”
“No, you were amazing,” I said. And couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take before she was up for fucking me again.

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