Chapter 8: Alternate Route

“Steve, I’m afraid I have a problem. It’s kind of awkward.”

“What’s wrong, Chris?”

She had him transferred to the mattress, and his clothing was off.

“This has never happened to me before. I was grinding down on you so hard, I kind of bruised my little lips. I was wondering, can I offer you an alternative?”

“I love your blowjobs, you know that.”

“What I mean is, would you like to have my ass?”

“Oh! Now I’m the one feeling awkward. I’ve never, well, I’ve never done that.”

“You’re kidding! You’re so cute! Not even with a guy?”

He laughed. “No women, no men, no transsexuals, and no sheep. It’s something I’ve never done. You’ll have to put up with my inexperience.”

“So, you’re willing?”

“If you coach me, I’ll do my best.”

“Great, give me a few minutes to get ready.”

She went into the bathroom for a few minutes, then returned to him with her clothes off.

“Steve, I’m all greased up and ready for you. I see you’re ready for me.”

“Chris, you see me leering at your breasts all the time. When you face the other way, I’m still leering. You’re perfectly curvy, top to, well, bottom. How are we going to do this?”

“First, I’m going to blow you so you’re sloppy with my spit. I’ll get up on my knees and elbows. Are you OK to kneel behind me, even with your ankle?”

“I think so. Oh, wow, you’re doing it. I can see your—your everything. Your pussy is dripping, even.”

“Steve, with all due respect, talk less and fuck more. Put your cock right up against the hole and start pushing in slowly and smoothly. I’m going to push back against you; that will help you slip inside. Yeah, keep going. Push! Ah. Oh. Yeah. Stay there; let me adjust to you.”

“So tight, so hot. Maybe two inches are in? Tell me when to push more.”

“This is no time to be delicate. Spit on my asshole, Steve. Make sure your whole shaft is wet, and then push in some more. Oh! Oh!”

“That’s all of it, Chris. All fourteen inches.”

“Don’t be stupid. I told you already, you’re the perfect size. Let me show you.”

“Wow! You squeezed me!”

“Just wait until you feel me coming. I’m still adjusting; how ‘bout you play with my other tit?”

Her left hand was fondling her nipple, and her right hand was busy flipping her clit. She knew he wouldn’t last long; previous lovers back there had exploded quickly.

“Steve, think about algebra. Try to stay calm while I crank myself up; you’re going to love the feeling if you can wait for me.”

He closed his eyes but struggled to contain himself. Algebra was so long ago; and then...”

“I’m gonna come,” she moaned, and bashed backwards against him while her hand gripped her clit. Then, as she moaned he her pulsations, spaced like heartbeats, and his body started spurting in a similar rhythm. When their orgasms eased, Steve collapsed sideways like a falling tree. His glistening cock slipped out with a tiny wet noise.

Then, they heard clapping. Lisa stood in the doorway, applauding them with her excited face flushed red.

“I was afraid this would happen, Lisa.” He sounded exhausted. “After what we just did, I’m done for tonight. Can I promise you a thrashing in the morning?”

“That’s fine. But we need to remember that Chris goes back to her place tomorrow, and you can’t let her go without showing her another good time. On the other hand, she looks awfully satisfied right now. You didn’t break her, did you?”

“Ooh. I’m blissed, not broken, Lisa. He was in my ass!”

“You dirty, dirty boy. I should spank you, but you’d enjoy it, I’m sure. Let’s have some cold water, and then we can sleep together like good sex maniacs.”

After Chris helped him to the bathroom for his morning pee, she brought him into the shower.

“What’s this?”

“Steve, it’s exactly what it looks like. It’s a little waterproof bench so you can sit on it while you wash up. I’ve used one myself when I wash my hair; I can take my time while seated instead of rushing. This morning, though, you should rush. Lisa is anxious...”