It’s funny how sometimes you look at something in life and think, I could never do that. “I could never be a surfer…” or “I could never travel alone in Africa…” And then somewhere down the road, you find yourself actually doing exactly that thing. I’ve always enjoyed sex and sexual experimentation, but I never thought of myself as particularly “kinky”. At least until I met Meg.
I met Megan (“Meg”) while I was teaching at a local university. She was the T. A. for another class in my department, and had similar interests, so we hit it off right away. She was about 5’6″ and had long, dark hair and pretty green eyes. She was pretty athletic, but had enough weight to fill out a nice “C-cup” and size 8 jeans. She had just turned 32 when we met, which made her a bit younger than me. We had a lot of interests in common, though, and there was an instant chemistry we both felt. It didn’t take long before we found an excuse to get a drink together, and soon after that we became lovers. Although we weren’t dating “exclusively,” I really liked her and we had a great time in bed.
One night after as-usual amazing sex, she started asking me about things I had tried… what I had loved, what I hadn’t, what I wanted to try, what I was afraid to try. I answered her questions pretty honestly- I’m not shy, but there are also a lot of things I haven’t tried, so I think I probably fall somewhere in the middle. As I I told her about each experience (sex in public, sex with strangers, threesomes) she asked probing questions: How did it happen? How did it feel? Would I do it again?
It was kind of fun, the type of things lovers often do- and anyway, I liked hearing her stories. She seemed endlessly curious about sex, and told me some things she wanted to try.
Finally I began teasing her about her questioning. “So why are you so interested?”
“I’m just interested. I like you!” she responded. “And I want to try new things with you. I want to see you experience things you haven’t experienced before.”
“I’m sure.”
“Well… would you be open to that?”
“Sure. I think so.”
“OK. How far would you be willing to go?” she asked.
Hmm. How to answer a question like that? “I think I would be willing to try about anything, as long as it’s just between us and it doesn’t involve blood or bruising.”
“Hmm…” she responded. “There’s a lot I could do with that…”
I leaned over to kiss her. “I’m sure. But be gentle with me!”
“I promise nothing. You’ll get what you deserve.”
“Oh really. You think you could make me moan?” I asked, joking.
“Oh, I think I could make you scream,” she replied confidently, batting her eyelashes dramatically.
I laughed, putting on my best you can’t scare me smile. “I doubt it. But what did you have in mind?”
She smiled and slowly reached over and opened her bedside drawer. When she returned, she held a flesh-colored dildo about six inches long and an inch and a half thick. Raising her eyebrows, she trailed it down over my stomach and tapped it on my thigh.
I looked down and realized what she was implying. I laughed. “Oh, really…”
She laughed too, but there was mischief in her eyes. “So… what? You’re scared? Don’t trust me?”
I felt a little defensive. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t trust her; I did. The thought was intriguing… maybe it would feel good? “Well no, its just… just…”
“What?” she asked, all innocence.
So big. “Well it just that… that’s too big. I can’t take something like that.”
She giggled. “Of course you can.”
“What?”
“Well, a girl has to take that much… right? And we do. And we’re smaller.”
“Well, yeah but…” Damn. She had a point. I had taken her in the ass a half dozen times, and watched as her pretty pink asshole expanded to take my non-insignificant cock.
“And when we give birth…”
“OK, that’s different…”
“What about when you fisted me?”
It was true; I had put my whole hand inside her, about a month ago. The memory made me stiffen. It had taken about an hour to work up to, lots of lube, lots of relaxation, but in the end she had taken it inside her. The sight of my hand disappearing into her swollen vulva was one I still fantasized about.
“That was hot,” I admitted. “So… what? You want your turn?”
“I want to work up to it. I think it would be really sexy. Would you let me?”
It was a yes or no question, and there didn’t seem to be any downside right now to saying “yes.” Besides, it was really hard to tell this girl anything but “yes” when she was perched next to you half naked with emerald green eyes.
“Yes. I guess?”
She grinned. “Good boy.” She hopped off the bed and grabbed her laptop, propping it open on her lingerie patterned lap.
“What are you up to?” I asked, suspicious.
“Nothing, silly boy. Don’t you worry, I know what you need…”
I rolled my eyeballs. Well, this should be something, I thought.
Nothing happened for a couple weeks; in fact, we both got busy and didn’t see each other much. Toward the end of the third week I got a text from Meg that asked if I was up for a film festival that weekend. Hell yes, I told her, eager both to get out of the house and to see her again.
The date proceeded as expected; we went out to dinner, we saw a couple of artsy movies, drank some wine at a local bar. After a few glasses we started making up stories about random people we saw across the room, what kind of sex they were into and what they would do if propositioned cold by one or the other of us. It was fun; Meg was devious and cute, and I think her wicked smile could have convinced a lot of people to take a chance. Fortunately it was just me going home with her that night.
After our fourth drink she leaned over to me and whispered, “I have something for you… at home…”
I played along. “Reeeally. And what would that be?”
“A package,” she whispered conspiratorially.
“Hmm. And what’s inside this package?”
“Something for you. Just for you. Come home with me and see…”
I guess I couldn’t refuse that offer. I was reasonably drunk and ready to see her naked. When we got back to her apartment, I could see the hints of that devious smile on her face- almost like there was a secret she was just dying to tell, but couldn’t. At this point I was pretty much entranced by her charms and ready to do whatever she asked.
Which, as it turned out, was a good thing.
She got us some more wine and we went to her bedroom. I took off my pants and my shirt and my socks and lay down on her frilly white bed. She lit some candles and went into her closet, changing out of her dress into panties and a brown satin blouse that only accentuated her taut stomach and full, voluptuous breasts. She looked amazing, actually. Like a dream of sexiness.
She came to the side of the bed and I started to get up, but she put her hand on my chest and lightly pushed me back down. I was lying on my back, head propped up on a pillow, my underwear still on. The light from the candles cast a soft orange glow around the room as she kissed me softly.
“Scoot over.” I did as I was told, scooting to the other side. She climbed up on the bed on her knees, and reached for my underwear. She grabbed the sides and I lifted my ass up, allowing her to slide the boxer-briefs off in one smooth motion.
“Mmmmm…” she said, running her hands over my chest and thighs. Her hands danced around my prick, but she was careful to avoid it- which of course only made me harder. Then, she dramatically lowered her lips to my cock and took it in her mouth in one wet gulp, pressing her nose against my pubic mound to prove she had taken it all. I groaned, her soft hair caressing my stomach as she pumped slowly, up and down.
“Mmmm,” she said again, coming up for air. “You’re such a big boy.” Kneeling next to me, she took my wet cock in her hand and moved her mouth up to kiss me again. I was entranced; this was all very sensual. She lightly stroked my cock as she moved her lips down my neck, across my chest, and onto my right nipple. It stiffened and I let out a quiet gasp as she ran her tongue across it, then lightly closed her teeth around it. Casually, she slipped her left hand up and grabbed hold of my hair, tugging my head back into the pillow as she moved to my left. Between her left hand holding my head, her mouth roaming my chest and her other hand kneading my cock, I was in sensual heaven.