Chapter 8

I’m gonna tell you a story that might sound pretty wild to you reading this. I was 19 and I wanted to give up my ass! And yeah, that’s exactly what I mean! How did I get to that point? Let’s just say on my journey of self-discovery, I started exploring that part of my body and I got into the idea. I was never big on porn, but I remember getting obsessed with those rougher films where these huge guys would just shove it all into the women. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for submission, for the pain.

Usually, I’d chicken out on making these fantasies real. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and guys are complicated — any hint of sexual freedom and you’re labeled a slut. Bottom line, I wanted to give up my fine ass, I didn’t want any bullshit, and I didn’t have a man to fuck me right. Total bummer!

From the time the idea started brewing until it actually happened, it took about eight months! In that period, I hooked up with two guys — one was just some heavy petting, and the other, I wasn’t feeling it that day and he was a total jerk, so I didn’t even go for round two. The rest were just other girls. Why don’t women have dicks, huh? That would be so damn good. I swear, I even thought about calling up a gay friend — the queen would probably fuck me silly, but it wouldn’t be the same. Bet she’d be laughing in my face the whole time.

One day, luck smiled on me. I was looking hot, heading back to my sorority house to meet the girls, and I saw someone moving into the apartment next door. The old tenant was a student too, this sweet kid but ugly as sin, poor guy. The new guy caught me snooping around the moving stuff. Oh my God, when I saw him, I couldn’t believe it — the sluts at the house were gonna lose their minds over him. His name was Tito, he was super tall, had brown hair, a square face with a strong jaw, and his body was insanely fit. That sight had me creaming my panties, you know exactly where!

“Hey, good morning! You my neighbor?”

“Oh! Yeah, I was peeking to see who was moving in! Sorry, I’m just so nosy.”

“No worries! Chill, it’s cool knowing there’s college folks around here!”

We chatted a bit. I tried to stake my claim by getting his number, flirted as hard as I could, talked about grabbing drinks, and of course, asked if he was taken.

“Nah, I had to move here from another city and we figured it was best to break up. I don’t have the cash to fly back and forth to another state — we’d only been together a short time… You know how it is,” he said, sounding bummed.

“Aw, poor thing! Look, I’ll keep you company tonight. Need help? I can pitch in now or come back later!”

“I’m almost done, don’t have much stuff, and the place is furnished. I’m gonna run to the store for some food, and I think we can hang out tonight.”

The guy was gonna fuck my ass that night and he didn’t even know it yet. Poor thing!

Now, I’m gonna tell you the most embarrassing part of this whole story. The grocery store and the pharmacy are less than 100 yards from our building, right next to each other. I stashed my stuff in the apartment, grabbed a quick bite, and remembered I needed to hit the pharmacy for my hookup. I grabbed my purse and bolted downstairs to get everything ready in time. There I was in the checkout line with my little basket, and behind me shows up Tito with some hygiene stuff and condoms in hand. He glanced at my basket, eyeing every item, then at me, and I wanted to crawl into a hole. In my basket: wax strips, a douche, condoms, intimate soap, lube, and that’s it. A full-on slutty war kit, a dead giveaway I was about to get fucked by someone! I tried to tilt the basket and turn it away, but no hiding it. I didn’t know where to shove my damn face, I wanted to vanish ASAP. I played it cool, forced a awkward yellow smile…

“So, you get settled in okay?”

“Yeah, heading to the store now after this, and I’ll be waiting for you tonight.”

At least after that, we both knew we wanted to fuck each other. After paying and bagging up, I shot out of the pharmacy like a rocket, crossing the street without waiting for him to finish his shopping. I was dying of embarrassment.

At home, I spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready — waxed, did a facial cleanse, and of course, gave my backdoor a good cleanup so no surprises. I threw on a little dress and waited for the right time to knock on his door. My friends asked where I was going; I wasn’t dressed for the street, and obviously, I wasn’t telling them where I was headed.

Right on time, he greeted me with a smile. He was shirtless, just in tight shorts — hell, he coulda been naked for all I cared, but I gotta admit, the no-shirt thing threw me off. If he was trying to impress me, it worked: good and bad. He gave me a nice, lingering kiss on the cheek, more like a sniff. I hugged him tight like we were old lovers, and for the first time, I felt the bulge — damn, the size had me worried, I’m not crazy yet, and it felt promising!

No chit-chat, not even water offered. Next thing I know, his mouth is right up on mine, and I just had time to close my eyes and take his warm kiss. I held my breath, surprised and nervous. His tongue roamed free over my lips until it met mine, and they danced this choreographed ballet. Our mouths fit perfect, the kiss built up, our bodies pressed closer. Without thinking, my hands roamed his chest while he held me firm in his arms, like he never wanted to let go!

His dick was already rock hard, poking out from under the hem of his shorts that couldn’t contain it anymore. I grabbed it right away and rubbed the bare head. It was hot and leaking sticky precum. My man let out a little moan and ditched the shorts. Still kissing standing in the entryway, my arms were free now. I started jerking him off after spitting in my hand for lube, spread his legs a bit, and my other hand went straight to his balls. I squeezed lightly with my nails and tugged down, giving him shivers. His body went limp under my touches; he couldn’t react, just surrendered to me. At times, I’d grab his ass cheeks from between his legs, running a finger along the crack and teasing his asshole over the skin. When I hit that spot, he twitched a little.

“You like that?”

“Yeah,” he said shyly. “Just never done anything.”

“You trust me?”

“Yeah.”

That idea popped into my head all of a sudden. I’d never done it, but it turned me on like crazy right then. He led me by the hand to the bedroom. I was still dressed, purse still slung over my shoulder, and he was buck naked. In the room, I said:

“Lie on your stomach for me?”

He did, and after ditching my purse and clothes, I straddled his back, massaging and kissing his skin. I rubbed my tits and pussy on his ass — he was so hot, his back all muscled and sculpted. I could hear the wet sounds when I ground my pussy on him; my scent was filling the air, that horny woman smell.

I slid down and started massaging and kissing his ass. With every squeeze and lick, he opened up more for me… “Could I get him on all fours for me?”

That hit me right then. I’d never seen a guy like that in bed, and it made me curious and horny to try. I didn’t know exactly what to do, wasn’t sure if I could finger him — I was there for him to fuck my ass, not the other way around!

I pulled him up and he didn’t resist, got on all fours in this kinda girly way that turned me on. I grabbed his ass with both hands, licked between his balls and asshole. He kinda wiggled, showing me where he wanted my tongue. I teased at first, avoiding it, then gave in. My hands reached for my purse nearby and grabbed the lube while I kept kissing his balls. When I started jerking him like milking a cow’s udder, he moaned loud, and I thought he’d cum soon. I didn’t stop; he was panting and groaning hard. I smacked his ass! Always wanted to do that — he didn’t complain!

My mouth moved up from his balls straight to his asshole. All the skin there was pale and hairless, like a woman’s. I licked around his little hole and gently pushed my tongue in. Gotta admit, I wanted to stick a finger in, but I was scared he’d get pissed, so I went down to suck his dick head from between his legs while massaging his balls and keeping a thumb firm on his asshole, pressing.

I was in an awkward spot, but with his cock pulled down and back, I took the whole head in my mouth to suck. I watched his body for rhythm — what started as grunts turned to moans, then incoherent words and curses. I got a warning:

“Stop or I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”

“Thanks for the heads-up, buddy!” I thought, but I ignored it and sucked harder so he’d blow it all in my mouth. I held on with all my strength. I felt him shake, his muscles spasming visibly. After a pleasure yell, he collapsed face-down, laughing. He came hard; everything shot straight down my throat. I gagged a bit and swallowed.

“Damn, that was fucking amazing. Gonna need a minute to recover.”

“I bet!” I laughed at my handiwork. I really liked doing that. For real!

The continuation of this erotic story is here!