Chapter 9

The next time we fetched the towels, a few evenings later, and she sat on the edge of the bed expectantly, rubbing her clit, I said, “Chrissy, turn over. Lie on your tummy.” Puzzled, she did as I asked. I swung her legs over so they were hanging off the bed, and gently parted them. On my suggestion, she placed both hands under herself and resumed self-stimulation. I was treated to an incredible view: her swollen labia, moistened with her excitement, framed by thick tufts of public hair, shaking slightly as she rubbed herself; above, her luscious butt cheeks. I pulled the latter apart gently and, for the first time, took a close look at the brown ring that was Chrissy’s pert little anus. I paused a little, taking in the sight, perhaps a bit apprehensive about what I was about to do, but with my excitement growing rapidly. She couldn’t see of course, but I was no longer half-erect as I had been when we started; I had a raging hard-on. It was not so much that I was particularly turned on by the thought of butt-play; it was more that I knew it gave Chrissy a unique kind of pleasure, and any way that I could give her pleasure was exciting to me. Still, I knelt there for at least a half-minute or so with my heart pounding before I took a deep breath and placed my tongue on the brown hole. Chrissy gasped audibly, but didn’t stop stimulating herself. I began to lick, first gently, then with more authority. I had half-expected an unpleasant or at least unfamiliar taste, resolving to ignore it lest I hurt Chrissy’s feelings, but she had showered and washed well back there and there was no perceptible taste at all; I felt almost disappointed. It was nothing like the pungent panoply of flavors I enjoyed when I licked her vagina. I tried to make up for it by taking deep breaths, enjoying the musky scent of her excitement wafting up from her vulva just below. Chrissy was unquestionably enjoying anilingus; she was making low groaning noises, rubbing hard, and pushing her butt back against my tongue. Glancing down, I noticed, too, that she now had two fingers of her left hand hooked in her vagina, while her right continued to stimulate her clitoris. I began to press the tip of my tongue against the ring of her anus. Obligingly, she relaxed it, just as she had when my finger had explored there. I pushed my tongue in as best I could – it was a bit awkward to do, but rewarding. Now that I had reached inside, there was a hint of taste or scent, not strong enough to be unpleasant, though I was aware of its origin. I was familiar with it already; it had lingered on my finger the other night. If I didn’t think about the origin, the faintly complex overtones were rather exciting. I was extremely hard. More importantly, Chrissy’s pleasure was evident. Her moans got louder as I tongued her butthole, first gently, then with increasing insistence. After only a minute or so, she began to buck wildly, and then almost shouted “Aaah, aaah, aaaa, Aaalaaae—uuuhx!!!” The force of her shaking knocked my head out of the way and I was able to witness to the stunning sight of her gushing, squirting orgasm, the fluid pouring out onto the towel from around her still-inserted fingers. It seemed to last forever; when the pulsing ejaculations evened out into a steadier stream, I had the presence of mind to lift the edge of the half-soaked towel to prevent the liquid from going all over the carpet. Once things had calmed down a bit, I impulsively planted a kiss on her quivering butt cheek, then plopped myself down on my side next to her, my head near hers.

She turned her head to look at me. “A ... Alex,” – her voice quavered a little – “oh my god, Alex, that was ... oh God.” I smiled. “It was ... I don’t know, it was different from when we make love,” she continued. “You drove me so crazy, I almost didn’t know who or where I was.” “I gather you enjoyed it,” I deadpanned. There was a pause. “Of course I did, silly. But, shit, -” – I was surprised, Chrissy rarely used profanity – “Oh God,” she repeated. “That was pretty intense.” “Well,” I said, “I liked doing it.” “Alex, ... are you sure? I mean, wasn’t it ... I don’t know, gross?” “No,” I protested, “it was great. It felt great, and it was really exciting for me too. I mean, obviously, because anything that I can do that feels good for you is exciting. But maybe a little because it’s kind of taboo, you know?” I had to stifle a laugh after I blurted that out; butt play was hardly the most taboo part of what we were doing.