Angel and I have been going out for three months now, and I must say she lives up to her name. She's a divine presence in my life and in my bed. Not that she's pure and remote, because she's far from that. Wanton and adventurous is more like it. An earth angel, if need be. Our sex shimmers and shouts, as we're deeply in love and ever-compatible in our desires. Each wet time wild together feels new, like arriving at a lush valley or peak we haven't seen before. A place to dance and embrace, ravish and surprise. She takes me there, and she, I.
What first attracted me, of course, were Angel's looks, but also the confidence and joy expressed by her face and body. Physically, she's right out of my dreams. I've always fantasized about small women, and Angel is perfect: five foot three, blonde, ample pear-shaped breasts peaking in long brown nipples, and astounding curves honed by exercise. I look at her every chance I get, whether she's at work or play or even asleep. Naked also of course, especially when a summer tan sets off her golden hair. She has the loveliest, most intelligent face, with high cheekbones, smiling blue eyes, and expressive lips that melt my heart and stay on my mind. I just have to be with her, next to her, inside her.
Until recently, our lovemaking has centred on me pleasuring her. She's so good-looking and responsive that my first desire has been to kiss and touch her everywhere and bury my face between her legs. Her pussy tastes like heaven, an irresistible blend of musk and honey, cinnamon and red wine, fresh cream and flowers. On one occasion she tasted unusually sweet. Licking more frantically I discovered that she had put honey inside for me to find! That's the kind of inventive fun that overwhelms us in bed. As I lick and fuck her, she comes so many times we lose count. She also sucks my cock better than any other woman I've slept with and likes going 69 as much as me. But my favourite thing so far has been simply to adore her from head to toe.
A month or so ago Angel started asking what more we could do, how she might please me. Finding it hard to share my deeper desires, I just suggested she take hints from what I did to her. Since my behaviour lately had emphasized intercourse and cunnilingus from behind, I hoped she might think of putting me in the same position: on all fours with my ass up for her to do, well, lots of things.
To be honest, my dream woman isn't just petite, beautiful, and strong. While masturbating, my fantasies have often turned to the idea of being dominated, of having a woman act almost like a man with me. My recurring fantasy involved captures and restraints by a tribe of tan, longhaired, and scantily clad warrior women who tied me up, spanked me, and made me lick their pussies.
They'd also stick things up my ass, usually fingers though once I dreamed that these Amazon beauties alternated between having pussies and cocks. I was fucking one of them and then another came from behind, her tits brushing against my back and her cock sliding up into my anus, which became a pussy, and then my anus again. That night I woke with my belly and the sheets slick with come, one of the few wet dreams I remember having.
I didn't have the nerve to tell Angel that story. How do you tell a woman you'd like her take to control and love your ass the way you love her tits and pussy? How do you admit a secret desire to be tied up, or told you're a bad boy and paddled, or especially, to have her lick and penetrate your asshole? I hadn't figured that out, or if I should even try. It was a little frustrating, but I made up by worshipping her body even more, thinking she might get the idea if I intensified my attention to her ass.
One night while licking her pussy from behind, I was overcome with desire for Angel's puckered little asshole. I asked her to move from the bed onto the big armchair in our bedroom. There I had her kneel away from me, head down while presenting her wet, open sex and her anus to plain view and open access. Women are even more guarded about their assholes than their vaginas, so the sight of my lover in this vulnerable position was terribly exciting. It suggested a willingness to offer me everything, to hide nothing.
After revelling in the moment, I ran my hands over Angel's shapely twin globes, admiring her lovely brown hole. It was so sexy that I had to taste it.
"You're so beautiful, Angel," I said. "I need you so much. I want all of you, to kiss every inch of your body. Angel, I want to kiss your asshole."
Angel moved slightly, as if surprised, and was silent.
"Do it baby," she said at last.
I knelt forward and touched Angel's anus with the tip of my tongue, tasting, then flickering against its initial resistance. I then grasped and stroked her buttocks while happily running the whole surface of my tongue up her pussy, over the perineum and anus, and beyond, descending back through the gap and up again, several times, until she gasped and moaned, saying my name over and over.
I imagined her thinking oh he's licking me, he's licking me there, he must love me and accept me, he won't let me hide at all, he wants me completely open to his lust; this is so forbidden and exotic; it feels so good too, having my asshole licked. I then imagined her becoming a little embarrassed because she impatiently shifted her position. Or perhaps she wanted some other loving now, to have me lick her pussy or maybe just slip my big hard cock inside her cunt. I could understand because I had those desires too.
But I wasn't done; I hadn't had my fill of licking her asshole so I wouldn't accept the significant shifting of knees and lowering of her back that I was supposed to interpret and comply with as the sign that she wanted to move on to something else. No, I was going to lick until I was satisfied that this was really happening-that I was actually licking a woman's asshole-licking the asshole of the woman I love.
It was an incredible experience.
"Baby, that was great! I never knew. Is that what you want me to do to you?", she later said.
I told her I'd like it very much. "What else?"
All my desires welled up in me, yearning to be expressed. I wanted Angel's fingers up my ass, but I wasn't ready to ask. I was courageous enough, however, to suggest entering her anally.
She was a little startled.
"No, I don't think I'd like that. It felt good having my butt licked, but having your penis... no, that's too much. I'd be scared."
"Do you think I'm weird?" I asked.
"No," Angel said. "It's ok. Is there anything else? Really, you can tell me anything. You'd don't need to be ashamed or worry that how I feel about you will change. I want us to communicate honestly about everything."
I almost blurted out “fuck me up the ass”. Instead, I said, "Maybe you could spank me."
Angel laughed and I feared what she might say. But she only wanted to know how hard.
"Very. Tell me I'm a bad boy and make it hurt."
"I don't know. That might hurt my hand."
"You could use a paddle," I suggested.
"Wow, you're really into this. Let me think about it."
A few days later when we were making out on the couch Angel stopped our deep kiss by pressing her finger to my lips.
"Pull your pants down," she said, "and bend over the sofa."
I got up at once and did as I was told. She leaned over and breathed in my ear.
"You've been a bad boy and need to be spanked."
And with that, she pulled my string bikini down to my knees and spanked my bottom with the palm of her hand. It wasn't very hard, but having Angel take charge excited me very much. She slapped each cheek of my ass a few times, then started to play with my cock and balls.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"Yes, baby, yes. You're making me very happy."
I wanted to tell her to do it harder but didn't want to push my luck. We were coming along fine. Especially when she knelt down and started licking my asshole. The first time a woman ever had.
Totally transported, I arched my back and felt the buzzing in my ass run up my spine and down my legs, then enter my heart, disbelieving mind, and finally my penis. Angel wasn't touching my cock or balls at all, just my anus. A final harmony of joy and completion shivered and rang through me. I came with a heartfelt scream.
I had to think of it as a high point in my sexual experience. I still do, though a subsequent event ranks just as highly.
One day, Angel said something I'll never forget:
"I wish I could penetrate you, to experience what you do when you fuck me."
What a moment! That's the fantasy fulfilled, you see, because Angel brought up the idea; she wanted it independently of my designs. I shyly told her that she could indeed come inside me.
"How?" she asked.
"Stick a finger up my ass. I'd really like it. I've wanted to ask you to do that, but I was too embarrassed."
"I'd like to try. I've never done that to a man. If I do, it will you ease up about me letting you in my ass?"
"Sure," I replied.
And then I told her how to proceed. With a little lubricant and a few directions from me, Angel soon had one of her dear little fingers slipping inside my asshole.
"Now slide it up and down a little," I told her.
I'd had this experience before, but it still felt like losing a kind of virginity. Angel smiled at me tenderly and then sucked my penis to rigidity, which didn't take long. She then climbed on top of me and slid her cunt down over my trembling erection. As she rode me, she kept her hand back behind me, mercilessly reaming my ass with that finger. It wasn't long before we reached a glorious simultaneous orgasm.
So a new stage in our sex life began, Angel fucking my ass with a finger or two, sometimes while she sucked my cock, or just to get me hard again after I'd had an orgasm and she wanted to make love again. I started including an enema in my bedtime preparation, thinking it best to be clean inside in case she decided to engage in anal play.
One occasion of anal play was especially good because Angel required me to say what I wanted.
"Touch my ass," I pleaded, turning over onto my stomach. "Like before! Please!"
I felt her fingertips between my legs. She touched the soft skin behind my balls, and then gently squeezed them inside her palm.
An anticipatory glow swirled in my bottom, and I moaned. A delicious awareness of my anus came over me, a feeling of being completely visible and accessible to my lady's eyes and touch. The sensation mingled receptivity, impatience, and a counteracting desire to prolong the pleasure of yearning. I gasped when I felt her fingertip trace an errant perimeter around the hole.
"Now tell me what you want," she whispered warmly into my ear.
"I want you to touch me..."
"Touch you how?" she asked, moving her hand, maddeningly, away from the hot centre. "Touch you where?"
"Touch my asshole! Run your fingers around it and grab my butt! Do anything, but just touch it. Fuck me. Stick your fingers up my ass. Please! I need it so bad."
I looked back over my shoulder and saw Angel reach to the nightstand for a tube of lubricant. She squeezed it loudly into her left hand, and then slicked it between my ass cheeks. Her other hand strayed around me to grasp my hard and trembling seven-inch cock. Then she poked a fingertip into my anus. I whimpered and she laughed. She was just teasing, I knew, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Then her finger turned, and I just had to moan.
"My asshole. Stick your fingers in my asshole, baby. Fuck me, treat me like I'm a girl and my asshole is a pussy."
"Oh you're a naughty boy," she said, laughing. "Such language! Is this what you want?"
And with that Angel slid her long middle finger all the way inside me, pausing only for a moment before beginning to thrust out and then back in and out. Groaning deeply, I arched my back and raised my bottom. She took the hint and slid her finger all the way inside and then up in search of my prostate. The moment she found that pleasure spot she started to masturbate me.
I felt such abandon, such utter surrender to her caresses. She really was taking me. My penis, my balls, and my rectum flared in wild pleasure. Then Angel's stroking in front and sliding in back took on one rhythm along with her hot breathing in my ear. As she worked that finger in and out of my tight backdoor she cooed sounds and an occasional word of approval.
Then she got me to turn around, wrapped her hips around my cock and started slurping up and down. Just as my orgasm was approaching, Angel replaced her mouth with her hand, furiously pumping my cock with one hand while she reamed my asshole with the other. She then spoke, in a voice raspy and deranged.
"O baby, O baby. Your asshole. And your penis. And your big balls. Such a sweet butt you have. I love to fuck you. I love to fuck you up the ass. Up the ass! Up the ass!"