HER TURN

Martha Davis

Olivia works in a bookstore and enjoys reading her latest shelf find before bed every night. A few months ago, she said, “I want to try something new.”

“What do you want to try?” I asked with a sleepy grin as I drew a line down the length of her spine with my index finger.

Olivia purred in response to my touch. I traced the small of her back just before the swell of her perfect ass. I loved the way Olivia’s silky cheeks were both firm and giving.

She said, “You can fuck me there if you want to.”

Did I want to? I’d never had anal sex before, but I did indeed want to. Soon I was enjoying some of the best sex of my life. My hands squeezed Olivia’s asscheeks as I watched my cock thrust in and out of her back hole. We emptied the bottle of lube that night and both Olivia and I found so much love for butt-fucking that we made it a regular addition to our sex life.

I should have known there’d be a catch. A few weeks later it came. “I want to fuck you in the ass, Liam.”

“What?” I let out a cross between a gasp and a choke. “No!”

“Why not? You fucked me in the ass.”

“I have a cock. Last time I checked, you don’t.”

“I can get one.” Olivia grinned. “As big as you think your tight little butt can handle.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

With every other aspect of our relationship, Olivia was carefree and let things go if they didn’t fit. But she refused to surrender on the whole pegging thing. “What are you afraid of?” she whispered into my ear. “I promise to be gentle.”

Without hesitation, the words fell from my mouth. “I’m a man. My ass is exit only.”

“My female ass is the same as yours, but when a creative, open-minded couple sets their minds to explore…”

My mind didn’t budge easily. But Olivia moved slowly, taking her time. The occasional sex article magically appeared in my email. “An Attraction to Anal Sex Isn’t a Gateway for Homosexuality.” She came home with books and gave her opinions on the subject. “It would be hotter for you because I don’t have a prostate. When you massage it, your prostate transmits all these sensations from a batch of nerves straight into the base of your cock. Bam! I bet you’d come buckets.”

Whenever we fucked missionary, Olivia “accidentally” slipped the tip of her finger in my ass. “It feels so good, doesn’t it? Admit it makes you harder.”

I couldn’t lie. It did feel good. Eventually I said, “I’m willing to let you fuck me in the ass, Olivia.”

I’d never been sexually submissive before, and went through a pendulum of responses. At the store, Olivia chose the harness, but I wanted to choose the dildo. Olivia grinned and put what I held back on the shelf.

“Yeah, you’re totally macho, Liam, but let’s start a little smaller.” She chose another and escorted me to the counter.

I couldn’t look the cashier in the eyes. He was a guy I’d discuss football with, not reveal I’m getting ass-fucked by the five-foot-three blonde purchasing a strap-on and, damn it, asking for a giant bottle of expensive lube located behind the register. Olivia flashed me the sexy grin that made me ask for her phone number the day we met. That’s probably the only thing that kept me in the store.

At home, the acts that aroused me, Olivia did twice, but with the parts that made me buck, she slowed down and petted me into submission. My breath caught when she wiggled the strap-on and dildo free of their containers as she gave me the instructions. I liked assembling everything myself to make sure it was done right, and sliding the “cock” up the length of Olivia’s plump legs was exciting. We finally stood facing each other, comparing my cock to hers until one look of glee mirrored the other.

Olivia dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. I grew hard in her mouth, watching the purple cock bob between her legs. When I got excited enough to start fucking her face, she pulled away and had me help her back onto her feet. Standing once again, Olivia put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down onto my knees. “Give me a blow job.”

“What?” I stared at the cock she thrust into my face.

“I always wondered what it would feel like to have a cock and get a blow job.” Olivia bit her lower lip. “I want a sloppy one like in a dirty movie.”

“I want one of those too,” I snorted.

“You do me, and I’ll do you. Lady cocks first.”

She had an expression of complete delight. I couldn’t refuse her, so I put on a show, licking and sucking her silicone cock, slobbering all over it until some of my saliva landed on my bare thighs. I even swallowed enough of her dick to make me gag. Surprisingly, the act pleased me, but when finished, my cock had softened again.

Olivia showed no worry. She commanded me to get on my knees in the bed. “I want to fuck you doggie-style!”

She’d made sure the lube was warm, but the newness of it made me jump. Her thumb made gentle but firm strokes around the bit of flesh between my cock and ass and, sure enough, my cock started to grow again.

Olivia described all the dirty things she wanted to do to my tight ass between swats on my buttcheeks with lube-sticky hands. When she slowly slipped a finger in, I gasped. I felt like I had to pee. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s supposed to feel that way.” I’d grown so hard, precome dripped from the head of my dick, more than I had ever produced before.

She caressed the length of my back and placed the head of her cock at the opening of my ass, just deep enough to get the tip in. “You’re fucking hot on your knees, Liam. I’m going to have so much fun fucking this ass.”

Olivia started to slowly thrust her way in. The way she grunted and trembled, the base of the dildo probably hit her in the right spots too. When she found a rhythm, she clutched one asscheek in her palm and slid the other hand underneath to jerk off my cock.

Olivia rode me until I flooded the sheets with come and I think she got off too. She fucked me after I came, until she trembled, but there’s no way she could have come as hard as I did.

We cleaned up and crawled in bed together. I buried my head in her breasts and let her tell me how she wanted to spend a lifetime fucking me. I wanted Olivia to fuck me again too. I’d beg her to do it if I had to. Hell, beg even if I didn’t have to.