Smooth as a Feather

My breakup with Dan was still tugging at my heart. Ours had been a tempestuous relationship -- wild and crazy passionate love-making, vacations in exotic places... We eventually broke up when he confessed to me his love for bondage and showed me the red weals gotten from a recent visit to a dominatrix.

I can take nearly everything, except sex that has to do with pain so I broke up with him, despite all his pleading. By some evil turn of fate, the five men I went out with shortly afterward were into BDSM as well. I began to avoid men. My vibrator worked long hours, but it could never be a substitute for the long thick penises of men I had come to enjoy --- the feeling when that hot throbbing piece of male flesh goes past either of my set of lips defies description.

I loved penises, but they never came 'standalone' -- they had to come attached to that annoying thing called a man. I assumed I'd never be able to find a real man who cared about me. How wrong I was.

We met in the park when I was taking a walk to shrug off my boredom. He was somewhere in his early twenties -- 23 at most -- with short hair and a very enticing smile. I guessed he was from somewhere in Africa -- he said Nigeria -- when I first heard the accent.

From the beginning I was outrageous. When we talked, his eyes never left my chest and I loved the way he ogled my breasts.

'Are you talking to me or to my breasts?' I asked sweetly. He jerked his gaze guiltily away from them and looked away

After a while, he said,'They're pretty, you know...'

We spent some time talking until it was completely dark.

'Where do you live?' he asked. 'A lady shouldn't walk home all by herself in the dark. I'll take you home.'

It was a corny line, but I decided the hell with it -- I just might get fucked silly tonight. Outside my door, he hesitated shyly.

'Come on in,' I kicked off my shoes and went to the bar to pour him a drink. He perched lightly on the sofa taking everything in with his eyes.

'Nice place,' he said.

'Thanks,' I replied from the bar, as I dropped ice into two glasses.

He must have moved very swiftly and silently, because the next thing I felt was his hot breath on my ear as he licked lightly along the skin of my neck. I shivered.

Emboldened, he cupped my right breast in his big hand. I wear a 34C, but my tit looked so pitifully small in his hand.

'You play basketball?' I asked.

I regretted asking as soon as he stopped working on the nape of my neck to say,'Yes.'

My body was afire with desire as he unzipped my dress from behind. I lifted my hands above my head and let it fall to my feet. Quickly, we worked to get rid o my clothes. He took them off carefully while I ripped them away like a frenzied animal until I was standing completely naked.

I was still leaning over the bar, my back to him. With his index finger, he drew a line from the back of my head, down my spine and stopped just shy of my anus. He reached around me and picked the biggest chunk of ice.

He traced my spine with the cool piece but this time he caressed my anus with it. I'd never let even Dan touch me back there but I found myself leaning forward and spreading my buttocks for his viewing pleasure and for the ice in his hand. He caressed my orifice, drawing circles around it, sometimes pushing the ice in a little.

He turned me around gently and we kissed. His hands spanned my bottom, gently kneading the lobes, rubbing them against each other. My knees were getting wobbly so he carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the four poster. He left for the living room and returned with a glass of ice.

He picked up a pillow and slipped the case off, twisting it into a rope. My worst fears were confirmed. He had taken off his jacket when he left for the living room and I felt a rush of panic as I surveyed the rippling muscles of his arm.

'I won't hurt you,' he said softly. 'You can tell me to stop anytime.'

With some trepidation, I allowed him to bend me over and tie my hands to the bed. My bum was offered to him, and I wondered how hard the spanks he was going to give me would be. They never came.

He stuffed some ice up my cunt and I found myself gushing copiously. I knew he had picked up my grandmother's quill pen when I felt feather brush lightly against my cunt lips. He tickled me, concentrating on my stiff clitoris while I struggled against my bonds.

He moved up, twirling the feather against my asshole. I clenched and unclenched it, and it must have pleased him, because he fluffed the barbs and concentrated on that area.

'Wink for me,' he whispered and I complied, feeling naughty for carrying out such a depraved act. My body begged for release.

'Make me come,' I pleaded. He let out a low, mocking laugh and walked around to kneel so he was looking under me. I watched helplessly as he reduced me to a pool of desire with his feather on my nipples. He paused to retrieve the ice which he used in place of the feather.

'Fuck me!' I screamed.

'Now we're talking,' he said. I watched hungrily as he rose to his full height and began to strip. He took his time divesting himself of his clothes and stopped when he had just a pair of boxers on.

'Take it off,' I implored, eyeing the bulge in his underwear.

He bent down, keeping his penis from view as he rolled down his boxers and stepped out of them. When he stood, he looked amused.

'Mon Dieu!' I exclaimed, my eyes as round as saucers. My anxiety gave way to apprehension as I studied his cock. There was no way even the thick head of his dick was going to get into me.

'Please be gentle,' I said.

'I will,' he replied, taking it in his hand and wagging it. It was a beautiful penis, but it would surely tear me apart. I waited with minor trepidation as he walked behind me.

I was very wet, my juices forming a snail's trail down my thighs to my ankles. I waited for him to begin his incursion into me, but he had other ideas. He scooped the ice from my pussy and inserted two fingers into me. He scooped some of fluid and smeared it around my anus. My heart beat faster. I hoped he was not going to penetrate me anally -- I'd never tried it before, and if I was going to it wasn't going to be with such a fearful cock.

He rubbed around the rim of my asshole until it opened up and accepted his finger. He pushed slowly until he had it in to the last knuckle. With his finger still in my ass, he rubbed his penis against my pussy lips.

'Ready?' he asked.

'Yes,' my voice was barely above a whisper. He played at the entrance a bit, then pushed slowly in. We spent over five minutes getting him completely in.

With a finger in my butthole and a cock in my pussy,I experienced a feeling of fullness I had never felt before. He pulled slowly out, then jabbed in to the hilt. I screamed. He repeated the motion, then gradually increased his pace, his finger plunging into the depths of my anus as his cock emerged from my cunt.

The squishing sound coming from my pussy as he fucked me indicated my juices were dripping out with each thrust. I felt an orgasm building up and I tried to hold it off as long as I could.

He began to grunt, oscillating faster than ever. I held on to the bed posts for dear life as he pounded me, each thrust sending vibrations through me. As if on cue, we screamed together. His penis twitching inside me and the spurting of his warm come against the walls of my pussy triggered my orgasm. Waves of pleasure shot through me in one of my very best climaxes.

When it was all over, he untied me and slid his finger out of my ass with a plop. I stood on shaky feet and surveyed the floor. I must have come harder than I thought because the pool of semen and cunt juice on the floor was a lot bigger than I thought it'd be.

I expected his dick to have softened but it was still as hard as a rock. I knew I was in for a long night...