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  “Okay, okay, you can do this Ralph.”

  “Don’t talk to yourself, it’s not sexy.”

  Ralph’s eyebrow raised a little. “Should I be sexy?”

  “Well, my boyfriend is.”

  “Great,” Ralph said, feeling a seed of resentment sprout a root within him.

  “Sorry, Ralph.”

  “Yeah,” he said, feeling a little dejected, but pressing forward all the same. He stroked her lower back, trying to get Vanessa to relax as he continued to slide himself in her, centimeter by centimeter. “Yeah, nearly there,” he said.

  “Oh?” she replied, instantly tightening up again around him.

  “No, Van, you need to relax, okay? Don’t squeeze.”

  “It’s hard not to!”

  “I know, I know.”

  “How could you possibly?”

  “Never mind that, Van. Just open up.” He began to stroke her again, massaging her ass cheek and rubbing her tail bone. It was working, and he let out a sigh as she began to relax again and he slid a little deeper into her.

  “That’s my girl,” he said softly, his eyes widening in alarm again. “Fuck, sorry, never mind.”

  “No, it’s okay. The encouragement actually helps,” she said, and Ralph could swear he sensed something had changed a little in her voice. It was as if suddenly a new string was being plucked. Was she getting horny? He pressed into her a little more and tried to get a look at her cunt, but it was still covered by the elastic band of her skirt, and still beneath what would be her panties.

  Fuck, he thought. He wanted desperately to see if her folds were glistening, if she was getting wet. Of course she will be, you dolt, he thought inwardly. She’s human too. It’s just physical stimulation! I mean nothing to her!

  He pressed forward a little more, and the last bit of his shaft was soon lost into the depths of her ass. He stilled himself, thinking how he was balls-deep in his best friend’s ass, thinking about how ridiculous this whole situation was. He looked down at Vanessa’s back, seeing the slim lines of muscle that protruded through her skin. She definitely had a tight body. She carried very little excess weight. Luck of genetics, he thought. He had drawn the short straw, evidently, his own body flat and thin and hardly muscled.

  “Are you fully in yet?” she asked.

  “Um, no, not quite,” he lied, thrusting inward a little harder and feeling her tight anal canal clutching at the skin of his glans. He threw his head back and shut his eyes, silently moaning in pleasure. “Um,” he said shakily. “Now it is.”

  “Pull it back out and then put it in again,” she said breathlessly. Ralph’s cock twitched violently at the tone of her voice. It was imbued with lust, with hunger. So she was getting horny!

  “Um, okay,” he said, slowly pulling out of her. As she felt the tight ring of her ass release his glans, he pushed back in again softly. Vanessa reacted to it, and pushed herself backward onto his cock, plunging him deep inside her. He watched with wide eyes as her ass cheeks ground against her abdomen, and the sound of her groan penetrated him to his core. He could feel her asshole clenching and clutching at his phallus, and it made him shiver uncontrollably.

  “Jesus,” he whispered.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing… just, um, you know.”

  “What? Really? Already?”

  “Jesus, Van, you’re really tight! It feels… good.”

  But it seemed that Vanessa wasn’t listening. She began to move forward slowly, and Ralph gasped as he felt pleasure streak across the surface of his bell. But just when he thought that he was going to pop out of her ass, she moved backward powerfully, once again plunging his manhood inside her, once again impaling herself on his quivering rod.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, his hands unconsciously moving toward each of her ass cheeks and stroking them slowly, even venturing so far as to grab them a little. He heard her moan and sigh softly, and when he tried to curl his torso around to see her face, he could only catch a glimpse at her profile, but even that was enough to see that her eyes were closed.

  She moved forward and thrust backward again, and Ralph grunted, meeting her backward movement with a timid forward push of his own. They began to build up a rhythm and pick up speed, and Ralph’s consciousness converged on a single thought: Don’t cum.

  As Vanessa rocked back and forth on his member, Ralph saw that her skirt and underwear were working their way down her legs. He watched, transfixed, as her cunt came into clear view. It was gorgeous! Her inner lips peeked through her slightly puffy outer ones, a sliver of pink. She was glistening, and as she adjusted one of her legs, spread them a little further, he saw her slit open up before his eyes. The pink intruded on the bounds of red, evidence of her arousal. She was soaking, her own natural lubricant, liquid desire, leaking out of her copiously. He lowered his head as far as he could without changing his position, and was able to catch a hint of her scent, her musk of arousal. Jesus, he thought. She is so fucking hot. He felt his cock twitch powerfully, and the threat of orgasm seemed to grow more imminent.

  “Vanessa,” he said breathlessly. “Jesus.”

  “What?” she said between pants.

  “Are we going to, um, keep going?”

  “I… guess so.”

  “And I can’t finish, correct?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Jesus, Van!”

  “Sorry, Ralph.”

  “No you’re not!” he said, feeling a little impatient. Somehow, the feeling of fucking his best friend in the ass, glorious and pleasurable, was being matched with irritation at the knowledge he wouldn’t be able to cum. He tried to withstand her teasing, her steady, rhythmic forward and backward motions, but it was too much for him to bear. As she moved forward, sliding his cock out of her ass, readying herself to push back onto him again, Ralph thrust forward powerfully, forcing himself deep into her ass. She yelped in surprise, and it morphed into a moan.

  Ralph felt a kind of aggression building within him, and slid his hand down her ass to caress the soft skin of the insides of her thighs. He ran a finger up and down, as if he was teasing a girl of his own, one that he did not have.

  But that was not entirely true, he thought. He had his girl now.

  He moved his palm upward, cupping her sex, feeling the heat that emanated from her swollen, hungry vulva.

  “Ralph,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder to meet him with glazed eyes.

  “Quiet,” he hissed, and was half surprised at his own viciousness. He squeezed Vanessa’s cunt hard, feeling her moisture seep through between his fingers. He spread it over her vulva, around her lips, pressed hard on her clit. “You’re sopping,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Why don’t we just give in to what we want?”

  “What—” she began before her voice was thrown into a moan as Ralph pressed two fingers on her clit and began to rub circles around it. With his other hand he gripped onto her shoulder and pulled her toward him, meeting each of his thrusts so that his penis drilled into her powerfully.

  “Ugh,” he grunted quietly, growing more aroused as his best friend moaned rhythmically to their fucking. He saw her body grow redder, and she clutched at the bed sheets tightly.

  “Oh, Ralph,” she said, half moaning his name. He continued to pull her into his thrusts, powerfully ramming himself inside her ass, and she let out small whimpers and grunts in between her cock-hardening moans. He let go of her shoulder briefly and wormed his hand up the back of her tank top, unhooking her bra with surprising quickness. He ran his hands around her torso and took her full breasts into his hands, squeezing and kneading them roughly. He rolled her stiff and perky nipple in between his fingers, pulling at it until she let out a sound of protest.

  “Ralph!”

  “Fuck,” he hissed, slamming his hips into her. He continued to work her clit, feeling her hardened stub, that small bundle of nerves that was the key to her pleasure. He rolled it between his fingers to the same rhythm that he rolled her nipples.
But, unexpectedly, she lowered her face to the bed so that her arms were free and angrily brushed his hand away from her nub. She replaced it with her own fingers, and soon the room was filled with her moaning as she expertly worked herself. Ralph could sense she was screaming along the road toward orgasm, and it imbued his thrusts with a hungrier, thirstier power. He pummeled into her over and over, approaching a state of abandon.

  “Jesus, Ralph,” she breathed. “Jesus, I’m going to come. Put two fingers inside me.”

  “What?” Ralph asked, instantly feeling stupid. He sucked on two fingers, tasting her liquid desire, tasting her tang and arousal, before pushing his fingers into her entrance.

  “Oh, fuck!” she moaned loudly as he timed his thrusts and his fingers. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned into the bed sheets, her hands moving more rapidly, her forearms tensing.

  Vanessa let out a long howl of pleasure, tapering into a moan that filled the bedroom. Ralph felt her cunt clench around his fingers, her pussy pulsing in his hand to release her ejaculate onto his fingers, thick and creamy. He ripped his fingers out of her and buried them into his mouth, tasting her essence, marveling at its intensity. At the same time, he felt her ass spasming around his cock, contracting and relaxing not rhythmically, but seemingly at random, driving him closer to his own climax.

  He fucked with her abandon, thrusting himself deeply into her while he sucked on his fingers, while he smelled her essence. It was too much. He was brought to bear and grunted, shooting wad after wad of ropy warmth inside the depths of her ass. He stopped his thrusting and let his dick continue to twitch inside her, the last remnants of his cum dribbling out inside of her. He had emptied himself for all he was worth, and now let his hands rest on her back before he collapsed on top of her, a panting and heaving mess.

  “Jesus,” he whispered in between pants, holding her tightly, his cheek pressed against her back. “Oh, Jesus, that was amazing.”

  His orgasm began to fade and he pulled out of her, for a moment getting a glimpse into the darkness of her canal before it closed tightly. He watched as his cum dribbled out of her ass, and he caught it up with his fingers to stop it from flowing into her pussy. He smeared his seed onto her sheets before lowering his face to her slit and giving it a powerful lick.

  Vanessa was still panting, her face pressed into the bed, orgasm still wracking her body, even in its twilight. She shivered and convulsed as his tongue pressed into her, and let out a soft sigh before groping one of her own breasts.

  “Oh, Ralph,” she said. “Oh, Ralph. What have we done?”

  Ralph was taken aback. He felt rejected. His ego had taken a punch. “What?” he said gingerly. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

  “I did, Ralph. I did.”

  “So what’s the problem.”

  “Mm,” she moaned, rolling onto her back and putting her arms above her head. Ralph watched as her armpits came into view, the skin smooth and unblemished. He loved that part of a woman, but nobody knew. Not even Vanessa. It was his secret fetish.

  He didn’t know why he did it, but he stooped down to kiss her down the length of her armpit, feeling the cool of sweat on his nose. He continued, touching his lips to her skin until he reached the swell of her breast, before taking her nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her tank top and nibbling on it slightly. Vanessa laughed and pushed him away, and he flopped down on the bed beside her, his cock now softening.

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “There is no problem, Ralph. Just—”

  “Just?” Ralph said softly.

  “Just… my boyfriend’s not going to like this.”

  “Well,” Ralph said, looking upward. “He doesn’t have to be your boyfriend anymore. Perhaps you could get a new one?”

  “You know, I was thinking just that,” she said, grinning at him. She rolled over, pushing her face against his chest, and he held her tightly, almost instinctively. They lay together, basking in the aftermath of orgasm, for some minutes.

  “Van,” Ralph said. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

  “I think I’m in love with you.” He looked into Vanessa’s eyes and saw something of a shyness there. She wrinkled her face and grinned before pressing it back into her chest and whispering, barely audibly: “Me too.”

  # # #

  Girl In Control

  He finally opened his eyes.

  She was leaning over him. She saw panic sweep through his eyes and instantly put her hand to his face, cooing softly while stroking his cheek and then around to the back of his neck.

  “Shhh... shhh... it's alright, Ryan. Don't worry. It's me, Alexa. Alexa Swan.”

  “Who?”

  “You don’t remember me, Ryan? Your classmate, Cassidy, she’s my best friend. You’re my best friend’s classmate. I’ve often watched you dance, you know.”

  “What?” But he couldn't say anymore. He closed his eyes again, his vision a blurred whirlwind of colors and shapes. He felt sluggish and fuzzy, as if he was gigantically hung over. But he hadn't been drinking-- Alexa Swan! He had turned up for the party. It was supposed to be a joint party held by her and Cassidy Hawthorne. He had sipped on one drink. He had been the first to arrive. Even Cassidy hadn’t been there, yet. Alexa had told him she was out shopping for the party.

  “What,” he tried again, but Alexa drew back and pressed one of her fingers to his lips.

  “Shhh,” she whispered softly. “It's alright.”

  She glanced down at his body and he followed her gaze. He was naked!

  “What the fuck!” He tried to get up in a jolt but bounced back down onto the bed. His arms and legs were tied to the bedposts. He struggled, trying to wriggle his hands out of the tight satin binds. “What the fuck!” Louder this time.

  “Ryan, quiet!” Her voice was sharp for an instant, and he stopped still and looked at her. Her eyes were ablaze with something primal, something fierce. “You'll be staying here tonight, Ryan,” she said, “so why don't you just relax.”

  She took her glasses off and placed them on the bedside table. He became aware of how little she was wearing. Just a tank top and panties. Her nipples were visible through the thin, white cotton. They were hard. For a moment he relaxed and felt a throb in his cock, blood rushing in.

  No, he thought. This is crazy!

  “Alexa, what are you doing? How did I get here?” There was a hint of panic in his voice. It trembled slightly. Alexa smiled down at him.

  It was such a pretty face! His jawline was strong without being overpowering, and his cheek bones were set high, so that his eyes always looked suspicious. She thought idly that it was strange he didn't grow suspicious, turning up first to the party, not a single other person in the apartment.

  But if he had had any brains then she might not have him now, and she was content with that. He was hers now. She would do with him what she wanted.

  “Ryan, dear,” she said, “it was your drink. I spiked it. No, no, don't worry, nothing harmful. It just knocked you out for a bit.”

  “What the hell, Alexa, is this a joke? Listen I have money--”

  She slapped him suddenly and left his cheek burning.

  “Please, Ryan, don't make me angry because this will just be worse for you if you do. I’m not going to rob you.”

  “What? What do you want then? What are you going to do?”

  “Ryan, I'm going to fuck you.”

  “What?”

  “First, I am going to sit on your face and you're going to finish me with your mouth. Your lips on my lips. Second, I'm going to fuck you. I’m not yet sure whether I want you in my ass or my pussy. If you’re lucky, you might get both.”

  Ryan lay there looking up me, his mouth hanging stupidly ajar.

  Alexa continued. “I'm going to make you come so hard. You don't know how long I've waited for this, Ryan, how long I've wanted to do this. Tonight, you're mine. Tonight, you do what I say. Tonight, you'll taste me, you'l
l feel me, and you'll never forget me.”

  She looked down at his lean body. His muscles were defined, well proportioned. His pecs were prominent but not overly large. His abdominals stretched gracefully downward before converging on his cock. It was half erect.

  “Good boy,” she whispered, more to herself than him.

  Ryan, she thought. Ryan from Cassidy’s theater and dance class; Ryan, the actor; Ryan, the performer. He would perform for her tonight.

  Alexa stared down at her helpless performer, hands tied up and unable to escape, naked and spread eagle, completely and utterly vulnerable. She devoured him with her eyes as she walked around the bed, taking him in from all angles. She lingered on his calves, diamond-shaped and muscular, before running her hands up the inside of his bare thighs to brush against his shaved balls (just slightly) before whipping her hand back.

  “No,” she said, “we're going to take this slow. I'm going to savor you, my Ryan.”

  “Alexa, this is crazy!”

  “Is it?” She brought her face down close to his and could smell the vodka lime on his breath. The drink she had spiked and the drink that had delivered him to her. “Is it really crazy, Ryan?”

  She looked at him and he nodded, a little feebly.

  “No, Ryan, it's not crazy and let me tell you why. I’ve been attending your practices for a while now. Oh, at first it was because Cassidy asked me to come and watch. She wanted my feedback and she also told me there were loads of sexy guys. How right she was. I’ve been watching you for two years now. My eyes snapped to you the moment I first saw you. Have you noticed me in the audience? You know, Cassidy’s friend?”

  He nodded again. “Y-yeah, I guess so.”

  “You guess so. You know so. I’ve been watching you for two years and we’ve never gotten together!!”

  “Uh--”

  “You're magnificent, you know!” Her voice rose to a higher pitch and her gaze drifted upwards as she delved into reverie. “You're graceful and beautiful on the stage. When you practice dance, I always notice your body in your tights, the bulge of your crotch, the…” Her voice trailed off and she smiled at Ryan. She had him now and explaining it all really was not worth it.