Meesha’s Firsts Ch. 09

Prelude to an Ass Fuck

It Is About to Become Reality

“So where do you think you’re gonna do it?” Andrea asked.

The three of us – Andrea, Shiela, and me – were sitting in the living room a few days later. To say I was “obsessing” on the idea would be an understatement. I was looking forward to it. I was scared of the idea. I wanted to feel it. I was afraid it would hurt. I looked forward to the complete submission that Andrea told me about. I thought of the handcuffs and the ball gag and the posture collar and the hood I’d bought at Electra’s shop.

“Probably my room here,” I said. “Can’t really afford another hotel trip, however nice and private that was.”

“Thrown on the bed and fucked like a whore?” Andrea asked.

“Yeah,” I eventually said. I took a sip of the wine. “I like the sound of that.”

“So how are you gonna get all your stuff on? I can’t imagine you’re going to open the door to him in a gag and handcuffs.”

“Hey! I’ve got an idea,” Shiela said. “And we can help. Which I think would be super hot.” She described this to us over the next five or ten minutes, and I have to say, with all the exquisite (and delicious) ideas she added, it did sound pretty hot. It was going to happen in my room. She suggested that Andrea would be the one to lube up the two of us, partly because she was with me in The Toy Store when Electra demonstrated to the two of us how to use the “Lube Shooters.”

Trouble is, we were in finals prep week for Spring, which meant lots of study and review, so while it meant a whole night together for us, it wouldn’t turn out to be the weekend of Meesha’s Virginity Lost that Frank and I held so dear.

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A few days later, it still wasn’t especially clear how this was going to start, and I was a little unsure of… well… how realistic we could make it. I knew what I wanted to do when escort tuzla it came down to the moment, but the build-up was still kind of up-in-the-air for me. The general idea was that I was going to get in touch with Frank, ask him over (no purpose stated, just to visit, mostly), have me dressed in regular “college girl” clothes to answer the door.

I tapped in Frank’s number. “Sounds good. I’ve got some stuff to finish up; how does half an hour or sound?”

“Of course. See you then!” And that was that; the die had been cast.

“Not more than half an hour, my excellent friends! And remember, I’m trusting you.”

“Nah, we’re not gonna forget, Meesha. Just remember the scenario and go with it!” Andrea said.

Good enough, although I was sitting on pins I couldn’t help it. “Then take it like the bitch you are,” he said, none-too-quietly.

“I said take it, whore.” He pressed his hardness deeper into me. I had the impression that I was a whole lot tighter than he’d expected. “I’m gonna get deep inside you,” he whispered.

There seemed to be conflicting notes of loving pleasure and rough domination in his voice.

I tried to relax and accommodate the invader. I took a deep breath through my nose and raised my hips a little higher.

“There you go. Take it, bitch.” He pressed forward with a force I’d never known.

I grunted. I gasped. I moaned around the gag. But I couldn’t say anything. I hated it, but I loved it. Wait. Hate? Yeah. I couldn’t say anything to stop it. I loved it? Yeah, I loved that submission, that surrender, to that big invader in my most private of holes, as someone – couldn’t remember who – had said. All memory was pretty much lost for the moment. I was being raped.

Pretty soon he was thrusting in and out of me, and almost unbelievably, I was rocketing along the road to orgasm! I wished I could reach istanbul escort bayan my puss, but there was no way. I think I understood what Andrea meant by “feeling like a cheap whore,.”

“Gonna get a little more lube here,” he said.

I wondered when he was going to come and what it would feel like. His thrusting continued when suddenly fireworks went off in my cunt and spread to the rest of my body. I just had my first ass-fuck orgasm!

And still his thrusting continued. When would it end? I was still conflicted, but I was enjoying it. I wanted all of him, deep inside my butt.

As though reading my mind, he didn’t disappoint. He pressed forward, strong and steady. Relentless. I was glad for the copious amount of lube I had up my ass. The pressure increased beyond anything I’d ever known. But oh, if only I could reach my puss. His cock filled every crevice and nook of my virgin-now-violated and most private hole. I felt fuller than I’d ever felt.

For whatever reason, he yanked up hard on the chain again. I wasn’t expecting it, and neither was I expecting the result. I grunted. I came. Again. And strong. I felt myself clamp down against him.

The in-and-out continued, and I felt like I was in danger of passing out, but that passed. Instead, I rode the waves of his thrusting. I was completely focused on the fullness in my ass. I couldn’t get my mind off it, and Frank seemed damn good and determined that I would not get my mind off what was going on “back there.”

The thrusting continued. Then more jerks on the leash, which I was beginning to think were beyond sexy, but something else. Something else entirely, but I couldn’t quite place it. I tried to meet his thrusts, to urge him deeper, but I just couldn’t. I felt totally dominated, totally his. Sometimes he’d slow down and slowly press himself into me. I could feel his nuts against me, and then escort erenköy he’d draw out. No, please don’t do that! Please stay in there!

“Let’s get you up on the bed. Hands and knees. Oops! No hands. Or how about shoulders to the bed, bitch.” He slid his cock out of me, then with a strength I didn’t quite understand, he had both hands under me and lifted me onto the bed. He pulled my hips to him, with the other he caressed my booted legs. Then he thrust his cock into my ass again. I was horny, nearly beyond belief. With the next squeeze on my leg I came again. I felt warm wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs. My puss was drooling like crazy. I found myself wishing I had something in there, too.

All of a sudden, without thought, I squeezed down the only way I knew how and found it intensely obscene. I mean, there’s only one reason you’d squeeze down like that, right? And you sure wouldn’t be doing with someone. Well, now there was another reason! The pressure was enormous, when suddenly there came a fantastic fluid warmth. It was much different than I’d come to expect in my puss. This was far more base, far and away more vulgar, lots of things like that.

At the same time Frank let out a big grunt. “I’m doing it! I’m coming in your ass!” He jerked up hard on the leash and in an instant, I felt him expand more as his hot seed spread into me.

He had just come in my butt! And although I felt dirty, used, violated, and knew I’d just been “raped” (at least, that was apparently the theme they’d all had in mind with this encounter), I felt strangely, oddly, satisfied.

Slowly he slipped out of me, which was in itself a very strange, very personal (I won’t go farther than that) sensation. I didn’t want him to see me like this, but a) I had no choice, and b) we’d just been incredibly intimate. I tried to dismiss the thoughts brought on by the feelings, but it wasn’t coming easily.

“Whew!” Frank said. “Fuckin’ ‘ell.”

“Mmm?” I was hoping he’d soon take the gag out, at the very least.

“That was incredible! What’d you think of it?”

Fucking irritating. I rolled to my side and pressed forward against the collar and moaned again. I needed this crazy gag out, and now!