I grew up in a split family. My Mom and Dad separated amicably when I was 8 years old. As per the agreement, I spent almost equal time with both. What made this arrangement doable was the fact they lived 5 minutes apart, so I continued in the same school and kept the same friends. I had a room in each house and wandered between the two according to changes in the lives of my parents and... my mood at the time. To their credit, both were very nice to me and accommodated all my needs without bashing the other parent.
Mom and Dad had opposite characters. People say opposites attract, and perhaps this is what drew them together in the first place, but eventually, the differences came to a head, and each one elected to go his/her way.
Mom was a softy; she loved hugging, kissing, chatting, consoling, and helping. You know what I mean: Being close and personal as much as possible. Dad, on the other hand, was a rough person. In his college years, he used to be a football player and later spent years in the army before returning and becoming a police officer in town.
From my mother, I learned the value of being nice to people, respecting the law, the elderly, and women, and even, at times, it was OK to cry. However, my father emphasized the need to be strong both physically and mentally and confront anyone who did not cooperate, even brutally 'if required,' as he called it. In summary, he wanted me to be a man and not a wimp.
The result of getting 2 very different types of education and 2 opposite sets of guidance was very confusing for me as a child. Later, in college, I adopted a mixture of their messages and struggled less often with the question of which path to choose in certain situations.
As a freshman in college, I was already 6'2" tall and weighed 192 pounds. I loved sports and with my athletic abilities, was chosen to join the football team. Within several months, mainly due to the severe injury our quarterback suffered in one of the games, I replaced him. I led the team to become one of the top 3 teams in the state. In the following year, we were already number one!
On the team, my best buddy was Marcus. He was the offensive tackle, and proved to be a real asset. On numerous occasions, he protected me from being hit by the defensive menaces, giving me enough time to throw the ball to my preferred target player. Marcus was black, 6'6", 220 pounds who looked frightening, though with me he was not only the main protector, but also friendly and gentle.
Like many other quarterbacks in college, I was admired by the guys who wished they could be like me. Girls were drawn to me in droves. Whether it was mainly because of my success on the football field or my looks was less relevant. As a sophomore, no girl ever refused my advances, and I had already slept with 5 of the prettiest and most sought-after girls. To say I was successful with the opposite sex was an underestimation.
I frequented parties, and often took Marcus with me. I usually had a girl on my arm, while Marcus chose to go alone. More than once, my girlfriend asked me why he preferred being without a girlfriend, since several girls found his giant body and quiet manners appealing. I didn't know the answer, and when I attempted to ask him, he seemed embarrassed and said he liked his privacy and hated nagging girls. I left it at that.
A month into my junior year, I noticed a new chick watching our football training sessions. Much of the time, she sat alone, quietly observing us and leaving when we finished. From a distance, she was good looking: Long, straight, black hair and an oriental-type cute face that reminded me of Gemma Chan. I was curious to see her up-close, but had no good excuse to do it.
Two weeks later, my latest relationship ended with my girlfriend blaming me for loving football more than her. I admitted it was true. She barged out of my house, crying and vowing never to go out with me again.
A short time later, I attended a party which was hosted by one of my classmates. Due to my recent breakup, I wasn't in the mood to go, but the host pleaded with me saying, "When I told people you'd show up, they promised to come too, and it includes at least 6 unattached girls. Please don't disappoint me; I'll owe you one." So I went.
At the party, I was surrounded by my buddies and well wishers, while the girls remained afar, although I noticed many of them frequently staring in my direction. After the initial back hugging and high fives with the boys, the atmosphere slowly calmed down. The lights dimmed, and dance music began. I sat down with Marcus and another guy, discussing our next opponent, when I saw the new oriental girl sitting by herself in the corner. I continued talking with my friends and gazed at her from a distance. During a 20 minute period, 3 guys approached her, but smilingly, she got rid of them one after the other.
Then, our eyes met. I smiled at her. She smiled back. Remembering how she handled the other guys, I was reluctant to approach her. Instead, I went to our host and asked him to introduce us. He was happy to oblige, "Allen, for you, anything!"
We went to the girl, and the host said, "Allen, this is Joy. She just moved from Arizona and is now a sophomore. Joy, this is the famous Allen. Guys, I have other things to do, so I'll leave you alone."
I extended my hand to her and said, "When we had our football workouts, I saw you a couple of times in the bleachers. Over there, I often see guys and occasionally couples, but not single girls."
She had a radiant smile, "My father used to love football, and we frequently watched games with him. I learned to like the game, despite sometimes being too violent."
I laughed, "I noticed you weren't interested in talking to other students, and I was concerned MY fate would be similar."
She grinned, "I liked watching you on the field, and I like the way you look."
"Do you mind if I sit here with you?"
"No. I'd like that."
I ogled her face. She was a real beauty. Not Japanese for sure, but Laotian, Cambodian, or from that neighborhood.
I asked, "I am curious. You look Asian. Where are your ancestors from?"
"I was born in Thailand. My family moved to America when I was in kindergarten, and my first year in school I did in Phoenix."
"Thailand is on my wish list to visit in the Far East. Do you remember your former country?"
"From my own experience - not much. However, my parents talk about Thailand and Siam a lot and show me pictures and video clips from the time they were there."
Joy and I continued chatting for a while, and then I asked her for a dance. She flashed her million-dollar smile and agreed.
We were on the floor during 3 slow songs. In the first one, we held each other conservatively, but by the 3rd one, her head leaned on my chest. I sniffed her hair. It smelled terrific! Her covered breasts poked my lower chest, and I felt my dick begin to throb. Luckily, the song ended shortly after, and we went back to our seats. On the way, I said, "Joy, I liked our interaction very much. I'd love to see you again sometime. This is my phone number. If you are interested, give me a call." She grinned but remained quiet.
I hadn't heard from her for a week, and then she texted me, "Allen, If you haven't changed your mind yet, please call me."
I was busy at Marcus's house when I got the text, and phoned her almost 2 hours later, "Hi, Joy. I couldn't answer earlier, but I am definitely interested."
She chuckled. It was a pleasant throaty chuckle. She said, "I thought about you quite often in the last few days. By all criteria, you are a great catch: Tall, handsome, good dancer, nice to talk to, and, of course, a good football player. The reason I hesitate is related to my previous experiences. My father is a tough disciplinarian and in the past treated us roughly. My first boyfriend was also abusive. I myself am a sensitive person and would not tolerate aggressive behavior. Knowing your hobby is football suggests you experience violent sports on a daily basis. While I like to watch it, living it is a totally different story. In fact, I'd like my next boyfriend to show a softer, you can even call it feminine, side."
"I see your point. Yes, I play a brutal sport, but in real life, I learned from my mother to treat my buddies and my girlfriends with tenderness and respect. Meet me for a coffee or the movies, and we'll find out if we click together. What do you have to lose?"
For a moment, there was a pause, and then she said, "OK. What movie you wish to watch?"
"Joy, you select a movie YOU like. I don't care what it is; I just wish to be with you."
She giggled, "You passed the first test. You didn't push me to see a gory film and allowed ME to pick it. Will it be OK if it's a romantic comedy?"
"As I said. You select the movie. It may not be my favorite subject but my priority is YOU."
"Will it be OK to watch Love Me? I heard about it, and I am curious about it."
"Isn't it with Kristen Stewart? Sure. Let me check the times... Is tomorrow at 6:30 pm good for you?"
"Perfect. I'll drive myself and see you there."
I arrived at the theater slightly early, wanting to ensure a parking spot. Joy was late, but it didn't matter: I bought advance assigned tickets online. She walked fast toward me 10 minutes after starting time and apologized she struggled to find a parking place.
We entered the dark theater, yet it was easy to find our seats. The room was full. Joy removed her long coat, and in the dim light, I saw she wore a short black dress. It accentuated her protruding tits as well as her shapely legs.
I asked her if she cared for popcorn, soda, or something else, but she declined. As we sat down, I placed my hand on her backrest. Joy leaned on my arm, and we gazed at the large screen. The movie began shortly after.
It was hardly 10 minutes after the movie started, that Joy moved closer to me and leaned her head on my chest. She mumbled, "The guy on my other side is pushing his hand toward me, and he stinks." My first reaction was to 'convince' the guy to behave or else, but on second thought, I liked feeling her against my body. My hand now hugged her soft shoulder, and gently caressed it.
The movie itself was weird: Sometime in the future, after humanity became extinct, a satellite and a buoy meet online and develop a relationship that turns into love. I do not wish to spoil the fun of potential viewers, so I won't divulge more, but the whole sci-fi plot was bizarre. I didn't connect with the movie and spent much of my time glancing at Joy's face and body. Her face revealed a multitude of emotions, from laughter to nervousness and once even tears. Her upper torso was an eye candy. Her body language expressed her changing emotions. At times, she bent forward; in others, she gasped, and her heaving chest highlighted her fantastic tits through her generous cleavage.
About 45 minutes into the movie, she turned to me and whispered, "Allen, I appreciate your patience staying with me in a movie you do not care about. Tell you what. Unlike you, I DO wish to watch it, but I'll let you enjoy what YOU focus on."
Next, she turned her back to me, leaned on the middle of my chest, and moved my hand from her shoulder to her ample rack. I murmured back, "Thank you, Joy. I love the trade..."
She chortled, "You can play, but, please, let ME concentrate on the film."
Suddenly, the evening became much more tolerable. Actually, very pleasant! My hand felt the soft bra and tenderly caressed the large boob. Slowly her nipple stiffened. Joy's respiration rate increased, and she her legs clutched together. She put her closest hand on my thigh. My fingers groped the bare part of her tit and kneaded it lightly. I heard her moan quietly, and her hand began trailing up and down on my thigh.
My fingers separated her bustline from her chest and penetrated under the bra. She gasped and then muttered, "Allen, you promised to be nice and let me see the movie. Making me horny was not part of the deal."
I removed my fingers and apologized, "Sorry, I got carried away. Feeling your beautiful tits aroused me beyond belief, and I forgot where we were..."
Her face turned to me, "Are you really very aroused?"
Rather than answer, I grabbed the hand that rested on my thigh and placed it on my huge bulge. "Feeling it?"
She smiled in the darkness, "Be a good boy for another half an hour, and I'll take care of it for you. But if you continue being naughty, you can forget about it. Deal?"
"OK joy. I accept."
For the next 35 minutes, I behaved like a gentleman: I touched her covered chest extremely lightly, squirming on my seat to adjust my unruly pecker that refused to shrivel.
When the movie was over, Joy blurted, "You kept your part of the bargain, so I intend to keep mine as well. Drive us to the top of the hill outside town, where we can have a night view of the city. There I'll make it up to you."
I was excited and drove faster than the speed limit. Fortunately, I didn't cause an accident, and the police did not find out. No other cars were on top, likely because it was a weekday. From experience, I knew that on weekends, this place was crowded with necking couples.
For the first 5 minutes, we enjoyed watching the impressive sight of million lights before us. Then she hugged me and said, "Kiss me, please."
I gently kissed her red-lipsticked full lips. They were very soft. She sighed, "I like your lips. You are not pushy like other guys." Next, her fingers fumbled carefully with my zipper, ensuring my erection was not caught in the zipper. When my fly opened all the way, my briefs-covered pole jolted forward and up. She fondled it lovingly for a short time and then lowered my briefs and exposed my organ to the fresh air.
Joy gazed at it and mumbled, "That's a beauty. It's long, thick, and hard; what else can a girl ask for?..." She signaled me to lower the backseat and lay down. I did it. Her head bent on my stiffy and kissed it. Good beginning... Next, she sniffed the slit and licked it. A drop started forming on top. A precum. She grinned, "A tasting portion."
She lapped it, rolled it in her mouth, and commented, "Too mild. I hope the real thing tastes stronger." Her lips opened and gradually engulfed the wide helmet. As her lips continued moving on my shaft, her tongue squeezed it up onto her palate, intensifying the friction, and with it, my horniness. Geez, this girl knew her stuff!
When only an inch remained outside her mouth, Joy began bobbing my penis. Her initial pace was slow and methodical, but a couple minutes into the action, her speed turned up, and her palm gently jiggled my testicles through my hairy ball sack. Her oral job could be described as a tantalizing pleasure. My hands cupped her tits, and then pulled them out of their cage, they were probably C-cup, brownish with large areolas, and dark brown, pointy nipples. As my orgasm was pending, I tweaked the breasts, and just before cumming, I pinched her nipples. She groaned, and seconds later, I erupted in her sweet mouth. Her closed lips continued sliding on my ejaculating member, while her throat swallowed expertly everything I gave her until the last drop. When I was done, Joy licked the remaining stains on my shaft, and then lifted her head with a cheerful smile, "Your precum was deceivingly mild, but I knew your cum would be delicious. Are you OK?"
For a couple of seconds, I was speechless, "Joy darling, you are very young. Where did you learn to be such an expert cocksucker? I had a couple of girlfriends who gave me head, but nobody came close to you!"
She grinned, "I like blowing a person I feel good with. As long as you are good to me, and once in a while show tenderness toward my eccentricities, I think we'll both enjoy the relationship."
I said, "You were wonderful pleasuring me. May I reciprocate?"
"I'd rather not. Kissing me and even playing with my tits was delightful. I prefer to keep my lower parts for future encounters."
"OK girl, as you wish. When can I see you again?"
"We have several examinations in the upcoming week. However, there is another party at David's on the upcoming weekend. I was invited. Will you be there?"
"I didn't check my mail lately, but David is one of my friends, and I am sure he invited Marcus and me."
Joy hugged my chest with her small hands and murmured, "Who is Marcus?"
"He is my buddy. You can say he is my BFF. On the football field, he is my protector."
"Is he the big black guy that I saw talking to you after the last game?"
"That's him."
"During the game he really was keeping an eye on you. I saw him in a couple of games. He looks scary..."
"Joy honey, in his case, looks is deceiving. He is very strong, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. He is a gentle giant, who uses all his power only on the football field. I'll introduce you two, and you'll see what I mean."
Joy looked at her watch, "Allen, I have to go home. If I arrive home too late, my father becomes anxious. Drop me by the theater, and I'll drive home."
Before letting her off my car, I French kissed Joy. Her hot mouth gently sucked my tongue. My spent cock began stirring again. She smiled and left.
In the following weeks, Joy and I met frequently. It was never at her house, so her father wouldn't impose his strict rules on me. It wasn't just bringing her home early, but according to Joy, he was convinced his sweet daughter knew nothing about sex.
As far as our intimate relationship progressed, well... it didn't. Each time I was 'nice' to her, she let me play with her tits and even pleased me orally. It surprised me because it meant only I orgasmed. She explained that her upbringing pushed her to go that way. She'd have full sexual intercourse only after she became convinced the guy was not just a brute, a macho type. She wanted her guy to understand and experience her better by submitting to whatever a woman had to go through.
The more time I spent with Joy, the more I fell under her spell. She was smart and funny, and when we met other people, she held my arm, playing the subdued pretty girlfriend. Everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, envied me for having such a gorgeous, docile lover. They probably assumed I was fucking her nonstop when we were alone.
After several months, I couldn't take the unusual sexual situation anymore, and said, "Honey, I love you more than anybody. Please tell me what you wish me to do and I'll do it, but it's time to enjoy a full relationship."
She glanced at me strangely and blurted, "Allen, I agree. The time has come. Please, be patient with me, and, gradually we'll move there."
"Joy dear, as you say."
We moved to my bedroom. She instructed me to undress. The mere thought of what was about to happen hardened my organ. She grinned at me and removed her top to expose her tits. She jiggled them before my eyes, and my member shot higher up like the Iwo Jima flag. Joy placed me on my back with my legs spread, and leaned in between on her tummy with her face inches from my stiff prick. Next, she lifted my feet on her back and pulled my penis into her mouth.
A couple of times, she had done it before, so I waited to see what would happen next. Her mouth sucked my cock like before, and soon I started tensing as my climax was fast approaching. Then I felt her finger trailing my crack, gently moving toward my anus. It felt good. It was new, but I liked the soft touching. Soon, her saliva-covered finger gently probed my sphincter. My eyes were closed, and I let her work on me. All of a sudden, her finger invaded my puckered hole and stopped. The unexpected maneuver took me by surprise, and my sphincter collapsed on her finger. She pulled my dick from her mouth and mumbled, "Relax, honey. It's only a finger. You'll like the feeling of a prostate massage."
Gradually, my orifice loosened, and she started fingering me. My manhood was offended, yet her incessant probing of my anal hole felt pleasant... About a minute later, while resuming her milking my organ, her finger moved circularly inside my puckered hole, slowly dilating it. By then, my mind was focused on my upcoming orgasm. As my first jet hit her oral cavity, a second finger joined her sister inside my ass, and they moved in and out together. My ejaculation lasted longer than ever before!...
Joy kept my rod in her mouth for as long as I was squirting sperm. Then her tongue licked my junk, and she removed her fingers. I was confused and dazed; my orgasm was more powerful than usual, and... my asshole suddenly felt very empty...
Joy moved up and lay by my side. She asked, "How did you like the blow job this time?"
I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth and blurted, "It was OK."
She giggled, "Liar. You came stronger and longer than before. Honey, there is no shame in liking your bottom played with. We, women, are expected to surrender our holes to you, guys. I think it's time you feel how we feel during sex."
"... you were right. After the initial surprise, it DID feel good."
"Allen dear, it didn't just 'feel good,' you reached a higher peak than before!"
"Yeeess, I did..."
"That's better, honey. Now we are getting somewhere. I plan to show you the road to a better understanding what women feel during sex, and once I think you've got it, I'll let you fuck me. OK?"
"I love you and want nothing more than to make YOU happy. So, if you think your way will lead us to a happy life, I'll do whatever it requires."
"Good boy. You are so patient with me... I know I demand more than your average girl, but I am certain the path I chose is the right way for us to have a blissful future."
In the next few days, Joy was extra nice to me: She satisfied me orally at least once a day, and sometimes twice. And now, each time, she fingered my anus as well. I got used to it, and realized it wasn't bad at all.
Then, on Monday, rather than her fingers, she penetrated my butt with a dildo. It was long but not very large. So the entry was pleasurable. And then, as she milked my engorged cock, she pushed the dildo deeper, hitting my prostate. This caused me a different kind of pleasure, and I came like gangbusters down her throat!
Joy smiled, "I love to see you like being fucked in the ass. Now you start understanding how we, women, feel. Honey, pretty soon I'll allow you to fuck me too, but before letting her penetrate me down there, we need to complete 2 additional stages."
The following afternoon, she lay on her back and placed me on all 4 with my head closer to the wall and legs straddling her torso. In that position, my tumescent pecker was just above her face, and her hands behind me. I was ready for her dildo, but when she entered, it felt different; it was somewhat larger and smoother. My pole was in her expert mouth as the new device began moving in and out of my anus. And then the buzzing sound began. It vibrated in my back hole at increasing power. The combination of Joy's incomparable blow job and the vibrator hitting my prostate was too much, and I flooded her mouth with a torrent of seed.
After licking my residues, she grinned, "Allen, I am very proud of you. I think we have one last session, and then we'll be free to do everything you wish.
On Saturday morning, we met again. Joy was dressed in a short-sleeved sheer blouse without a bra underneath (She wouldn't dare leave her house like that, and probably removed it before entering my house) and a short skirt. Her lips were painted bright red, and she had on 3" heel shoes. It was obvious she wished to look as feminine and as sexy as possible.
We drank coffee together while I unabashedly ogled her tempting tits. She smiled, "Honey, are you ready for the final lesson before I let YOU take over?"
With the front of my pants expanding rapidly, I mumbled, "Yes, darling. I think I am." I attempted to cup her tits, but she escaped my hands and chuckled, "Not yet. First, I get to play with you. I think a doggy style would be the best, so, like last time, be on your knees and elbows and spread your thighs for me."
It was apparent her wish was again to use the pleasant vibrator... I was all in. I assumed the position and waited. I felt her body climb the bed behind me, yet unlike the other day, her face did not appear between my legs. I waited patiently for a long time, hearing minor unidentified noises, and assumed she struggled with the vibrator.
Then I felt her oily hand caress my crack and later penetrate with one, followed by a second finger. I liked it, and though my pecker was not touched yet, it rose to half-mast. Next, her fingers left my gape hole and started bobbing my fast growing erection. As my arousal intensified and my groans were becoming loud, a warm piece of flesh began invading my butt. It felt almost like a body part, but I was too horny to think. The penetration was slightly painful, but soon the uncomfortable feeling changed to pure excitement. The constant abating of the object against my prostate was fast, leading me, oh so close, to a blissful climax. Then, Joy's tits leaned on my back, and her fingers grazed my lips. She whispered, "Darling, it feels wonderful. Now open your mouth and suck on my fingers like a good boy."
I was so horny, that there was absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for her. My lips parted, and I sucked on the fingers, as I rode my invader at an accelerated speed. A split second before cumming in her expert fist, I heard Joy whimper and shudder behind me, and the hard object spasmed in my ass. My orgasm was tremendous and prolonged. I felt my bowels getting filled with fluids, and I didn't care; I was in heaven!
The next thing I recall was Joy pulling out a much softer and slimmer object and lying beside me. She kissed me and said, "You were terrific. I liked how you sucked my fingers. Do it again honey."
I closed my eyes and opened my lips. Her 2 fingers entered my mouth, and she rubbed them on my tongue. Yes, you guessed right, she shoved my slimy spunk into my mouth. It was a short time after my high, and I was too tired to fight. The taste slowly reached my brain. It was oily, slightly salty, and...oystery. What could I say? I actually liked raw oysters. My summary: Not bad at all. I realized I had never before tried tasting my own seed...
Gradually, my brain resumed functioning properly. I gazed down at Joy's body. As I suspected, attached to her groin, a slowly deflating cock was resting on its side...
She looked at my face with mixed emotions: Love, expectation, shyness, and even fear. She waited for me to talk.
I was still stunned by the unexpected discovery. My beautiful lover was a futanari! She was pretty, gorgeous, feminine, yet she possessed an active cock! And she fucked me with it!!! Who would believe THE masculine guy would be tricked and his ass violated by an intersex?!
My mind was in shambles. I loved my amazing girl Joy, and now I was confronted with Joy, the shemale... I just looked at her absent minded. She came closer and lightly kissed my lips. I didn't react; I felt betrayed by the woman I loved.
Joy looked at me and murmured, "Allen, I love you with all my heart. I know you were in love with joy-the-girl. Right now, your brain is somewhere else, and you are not sure how to react. I'll go home now. If your disappointment is too much and you'll never contact me again, I'll understand. I'll cry my heart out for a long time, but I'll accept your decision. If you still wish to keep in touch, you know how to find me."
She bent on my face, kissed me gently, and murmured, "I really, REALLY love you. Take care."
In the next week, I was a walking zombie. I couldn't concentrate at school, I fumbled easy balls in a football game, and my relationship with my parents went sour as well. Then, Marcus showed up at my house. He knew nothing about Joy having a dick but realized we separated. He said, "Allen, I like you too much to let you go down because of a girl. Yes, she was pretty, smart, and complemented you perfectly, but if fate decided to kill your bond, it's time to move on. There are many available girls around, and we both know every girl would kill to be with you, so stop it, and let's start having fun again."
He was right. The next morning, I was ready to continue with my life. I eyed the prettiest girl from sophomore class, Amanda, and when she was alone, I took the opportunity and asked her out.
She was thrilled and said, "I'd love to go out with you. I didn't know you liked me."
I lied, "I did, but I wasn't sure how you'd react if I asked to date you."
"The rumors are you are dating Joy."
"I did, but it was over long ago."
Amanda was gorgeous with an angelic face, Betty Boop's figure, and was happy to fuck whenever I wanted. However, she was dumb as a reddish and was addicted to her phone. I dumped her 3 weeks later.
Then came Lori; a tall, good athlete, blonde, with a cute face and smallish tits. Unlike Amanda, she DID have a brain; Lori was a good student and funny. Her only drawbacks were the many hours she spent exercising and her agreeing to have sex only twice a week. I didn't like her restrictions, and we separated after less than a month.
While dating other girls, during our football practices and games I kept seeing Joy sitting in the bleachers. I missed her dearly; her laugh, her jokes, the hugs, her tits, her awesome BJ, and... even her playing with my ass...
So, 4 months after our separation, I called her phone.
Joy's voice sounded subdued, "Hi Allen. How are you doing these days?"
"Joy, I missed you..."
"I guess not too much. I've seen you a couple of times with other girls."
"I tried my best to find another girl, but no one was as good as you in every respect."
"Honey, I missed you very much too. However, by now you know I am not your average girl. If we are to resume our intimate relationship, both of us will have to adjust to the new reality. Are you ready for it?"
"I struggled with the idea for a long time, but I think I can. If you had told me BEFORE fucking me what your plan would be, I'd refuse. But now that I think of it, despite the embarrassment involved, it was a pleasant experience. Even tasting my own cum was less bad than I thought it would be..."
"Allen, in that case, I think we can give it a try. Remember that in the bedroom we do not have to abide by conventional norms. Each of us should be able to do whatever he/she feels like at the time. I may wish to suck or fuck you, and another time you can choose to suck or fuck me. Basically, in the bedroom, as long as no severe pain is involved, everything goes. Are we in sync?..."
"I like it."
We met at my house the following evening. I French kissed her and kneaded the tits I missed for so long. She grinned, "I'll let you select first what you wish us to do in bed."
I blushed and mumbled, "I want you to fuck me, and after you cum, blow me. I want our second time around to begin the same way it ended. But the next evening, I wish to fuck your cute tushie."
Joy leaned her head on my chest and whispered, "I do not have to hide my lower body anymore, so on certain nights, if you want it, I can sleep with you here."
"What about your father?"
She giggled, "He is very strict, but I can tell him I wish to sleep at my best friend's house, and he'll believe me."
"You are over 18 now. Shouldn't it be YOUR decision what to do with your life?"
"Not exactly. As long as I live at home, my parents set the rules. It's the tradition our family lived by for many generations in Thailand. My father is not going to change because we moved to America."
"Joy dear, if you sleep in my house, your body will be in danger. On occasion, I wake up with a woodie..."
She laughed, "I get it. So to be on the safe side, I'll sleep with your dick as my pacifier. That way, I'll wake up when it hardens, and relieve you on the spot."
I joked, "Sounds terrific. At times, may I choose to do the same?..."
She undressed, and I ogled her cock. It was slightly shorter than mine, likely 6", but the thickness was similar. She lay on her back and said, "We can fulfill your wish right now. Would you like us to 69?"
I glanced at her, "Are you serious?"
"Very much. I've read about it but never done it myself."
I smiled, "With girls, I've done 69 a lot but never... sucked a cock before."
"Please, honey. In our bed, we do what we feel like. No embarrassment, shame, or rules. Try it. If you do not like it, it will be our only time. But if you DO enjoy it, you may decide, like me, to go to sleep with my penis between your lips." I didn't answer.
Joy gazed at me lovingly, "Big boy, I am waiting."
I gingerly mounted her body in the opposite direction, leaning mostly on my knees that straddled her head, and my arms, which held her thighs. As my fingers peeled her foreskin down, I kissed the spongy head. It smelled and tasted freshly soaped. I let it invade my lips and slowly went down on it. By then, Joy's mouth was already slowly bobbing mine. I gagged twice before I succeeded in accommodating all of her penis in my mouth. Once my mouth got accustomed to her meat, it actually felt good on my tongue... I attempted to imitate Joy's action, and gradually accelerated my speed.
Minutes into our mutual sucking, I felt like my orgasm was pending, and tensed. Joy sensed it, and her mouth slowed down, both the rate and power of sucking. It was great because I wanted HER to cum first. I continued feverishly milking her prick and then it happened: Her body trembled under mine, and the first jet hit the back of my throat. It was more powerful than I expected, and I almost choked. I pulled out slightly and placed my tongue against her slit. The second jet hit it and then trickled down. I left my tongue there during all 5 jets, and then the streams dwindled to measly drops which were much easier to handle. The taste was quite different than mine: It was less thick and somewhat saltier. I swallowed the slimy liquid and waited for Joy to resume sucking me to a happy ending. But she had another idea.
She pushed me away gently and grinned, "Honey, thank you for giving me the best and... only BJ. I've done a similar job for you many times before. If I am not mistaken, you wished to fuck me, so be my guest..."
Joy lay on her back, and for the first time she offered me a complete access to her unusual yet marvelous body.
I tenderly lifted her calves over my shoulders and stared at her virgin puckered hole. I spit on my finger and rubbed it on her anus. It was a poor man's KY jelly, and could serve AS ADDITION to a girl's juices for vaginal intercourse. However, it was inadequate for anal penetration, especially a first timer... I needed her to feel good. VERY GOOD!
Suddenly I heard Joy giggling. I gazed at her quizzically.
She blurted, "Before arriving at your house, I already knew I wanted you to fuck me, so I bought KY on the way. Check the drawer."
I opened it. She was right. A small plastic bottle of Ultragel Premium KY jelly was in the corner. I opened it, smeared a generous amount on my palm, and massaged it on her crack. As I was doing it, Joy's hand gently bobbed my cock to keep it hard. I doubt she needed to do it, as my mind was absorbed with her exposed body which was spread wide open before my eyes.
I gingerly inserted my pinky into her hole, and noticing there was no bad reaction, followed a few seconds later with the second finger. Again, Joy tolerated it extremely well. For a person whose ass was never fucked before, it astonished me, but I stayed quiet. Next I invaded her anus with my cock, advancing at a snail's pace. Just as it crossed the barrier and half the shaft was already inside, I saw a grimace on her face. I waited a little, kissed her, and massaged her tits until she smiled at me and closed her eyes. I was extremely careful and moved in and out slowly, ensuring enough jelly lubricated the hole. The sphincter gradually widened, and the pressure on my prick diminished. It was still tighter than any pussy I ever went through, but more dilated than before.
I heard Joy murmur, "Allen, I am OK now. Please fuck me harder."
I was still cautious, and my acceleration took forever. Then her respiration became more rapid, and her hands pulled me into her body. She was getting aroused again!
My own arousal was killing me: For too long my member was hard without relief, and Joy's tight anus squeezed it, pushing my willpower through the roof. It was time to go for it.
I hissed, "Love, my dick feels fantastic in your back-pussy. Get ready for the finale." And then I intensified my pounding, with my right hand pinching a stiff nipple and my other holding her shoulder. At the same time, Joy's palm furiously bobbed her rigid cock. I was able to continue drilling her hole for about 5 minutes before unloading my stuff deep in her bowels. Not long after I started cumming, I heard her whimper, and her sphincter began spasming on my tool. My orgasm lasted an hour, or at least that was the way it felt at the time. I came and came for a long time, watching her shaking body trying to cling to mine.
My climax diminished slowly, while hers continued. Her still rhythmically contracting sphincter prevented blood from exiting my pole, and it remained rock-hard. I happily continued plowing her butthole, feeling better than ever: At last I was fucking the girl I loved; for the first time, she came, twice no less; and fucking such a narrow hole was as perfect as could be!
We rested in my bed for an hour before I saw her open her eyes and look at my face. I leaned into her, kissed her dry lips, and whispered, "Thank you dear. I loved every moment with you."
She grinned, "I wanted you to fuck me and made all the preparations for it. Not only did I buy the KY jelly, but I trained my anus with a dildo and a vibrator. But despite that, I was still scared to death your thick monster would rip my hole. You were so patient and gentle with me. Thank you. I'd better shower and go home, but I'd love to see you very soon. When will it be best for you?"
"We have our week off from football, and no upcoming tests, so any day is fine. And if you can spend the weekend at my house, that would be ideal."
Joy chuckled, "I'll tell my parents I wish to spend the weekend with my new friend Ellen..."
