Story Number 2

I swallowed, and got up from the floor and took the two or three steps
needed to get to the bedside table. Opening it I took something out. I
walked back to you, held my little body against yours and handed you a
pot of honey. Echoing the prize you won from your drunken bet with me 3
years ago, I said, "I'd like you to lick this off me again".  After
putting my fingers into the pot and scooping up a handful of honey, I
reached behind me and smeared it across my bottom, getting it into the
creases under my buttocks and the crease between them.
You took me in your arms, smiling and laid me face down on the bed. I
wiped my hands on the sheet and put them above my head and turned it to
look to the side. While I did you must have put the pot down and walked
to the foot of the bed because I felt you lightly encouraged my ankles
apart.

You kissed them gently with your moist, soft lips, then, tenderly with
just the tip of your tongue, traced a path up the back of my calf to my
knee. You gave the backs of my knees big, wet, slow, open mouthed
kisses, before resuming your tongue's journey upward. The path of your
lick led to the top of my thigh, the crease where it becomes my bottom.
You lingered there for a while, tasting the first of the honey, licking
and sucking my skin clean of the stickiness. Then you rose up, passed
the soft flesh of my buttocks and started a new journey downward from
the small of my back. Your body was to the side of me now, and this
time instead of licking you gave my spine little lip kisses in a line
straight down toward the top of the crease of my bum. With your hand
you encouraged my legs apart. They willingly responded spreading wide,
so wide you leant your weight your elbow on the bed between them, so
wide that I felt my buttocks separate and my own moist lips part to
allow easy access to the pleasures within.

Kissing the crease at the top of my buttocks, you took a particularly
large blob of honey from my right buttock with your finger and smeared
it down into the valley between my buttocks, wiping it over my bottom
hole and then pushing it, along with your fingers into the other hole,
hot and wet. You began licking the honey from my cheeks in earnest as I
gasped at the welcome intrusion. I desparately wanted your tongue and
lips on my holes, but you teased and licked and sucked and nibbled at
my cheeks until there was no trace of honey, except between the two
globes of my bottom and on the holes that so keenly wanted the
attention. Your fingers moved inside me only a little, massaging the
walls only gently, not allowing me to come.

Then you kissed again at the top of the valley between and your tongue
started to lick downward, slowly, cleaning away the honey as it went.
As you reached my bumhole, you licked circles around it, spiralling
slowly inward until you reached the centre, when you closed your lips
over as large an area as you could. The thrill of your mouth over my
bottom hole, your tongue flicking against the tight opening, and the
heat of you made me realise how close to coming I was, but I knew you
weren't finished with this yet, and I wanted it to go on for ever.

You pushed my thighs even wider apart to get your body onto the bed
between them, knees on the floor and pushed your mouth more firmly into
my bottom. I could feel your chin pushing your fingers forward, still
embedded in me, now being made to press against the front of my tunnel.
I could feel your nose pressed right into the middle of my bum, both
chin and nose moving as you licked and sucked at my bottom hole. The
licking became more directed and insistent as it pressed at the hole,
eventually working your tongue into the hole, deeper and deeper. This
was new. You didn't do this last time. It was a feeling like no other
and as your saliva and honey lubricated tongue thrust in and out of my
bottom. I remember I had an image of your cock in my bum instead of
your tongue and I could hold off my orgasm no longer. The gasps that
had accompanied each thrust of your tongue became moans and shouts as
you fulfilled my first fantasy.

Through my climax I asked for my second thing: "I want you to fuck me
and come in me. I want your come inside me!" You weren't to know, but
I'm not on the pill. No-one before had come in me without wearing
anything, not even Dillon and apart from your come that I'd swallowed a
few minutes before, not even in my mouth. This would be the first time
I'd had a naked cock inside me or let anyone come in me, the first time
anyone's come had flowed into me, my first time without any
contraception at all.

My bum was already in the air. The bed sank down with your weight as
you knealed between my shins. Then with the last of my climax still
subsiding I felt you nudging your cockhead between my wet, puffy lips,
still slightly sticky with honey. I remember telling you again, "Fuck
me." Opening them, pushing between them, the big head of your big dick
eased into me. Slowly pushing your whole length inside, I felt your
naked cock filling me from behind, your bare skin within mine,
completing me. "Ah, yes," Then out again, the whole way, leaving me
empty, just feeling the tip between my lips, still, before you pushed
back in. I reached behind me, putting the palm of my hand between my
bum cheeks and rested my first two fingers on your cock as you pushed
its full length in and out, feeeling the naked skin as it entered me
and feeling the same wet skin as it left me empty. Your pubes tickled
my honeybum at the depth of each thrust. The underside of your cock
stroked the tip of my clitoris with its full length in and out. I was
in heaven as you maintained the high plateau of my last climax,
building me towards the next. Your hands held my hips as your thrusts
became more forceful. You thrust forwards and pulled me backwards over
and over. Then eased up a little. Instead of pounding in and out you
began to move your cock in circles as if you were stirring my insides.
The sensation in me changed completely, keeping only the full feeling,
your balls squeezed my clitoris as your pressure passed that point in
the cycle, taking me closer still to my next orgasm. Your right hand
moved from my hip to the middle of my back, not pushing down, just
stopping me getting up. It slid down my sweaty back to the top of my
bum, and, pushing my hand aside it rested between my cheeks, on my
anus. Your dick's circling motion stopped, to be replaced by the
circling motion of your fingers at my bum. Slowly your fingers softened
my resistance again and you pushed them inside me. I arched my back,
pushing up to take as much length in my bum as I could, then quite
suddenly the orgasm burst over me again. I shouted about how I was
coming again, how much I liked your cock in me and how much I liked
your fingers in my bum. I shouted over and over, and I meant every
word.
You took your lovely big cock out of me along with your fingers, and
for a moment I thought you might put your cock in my bum, but instead
you rolled me onto my back. I think I was a little disappointed, but
you were doing as you had been asked, you were going to come in me. My
legs fell open and you climbed on top of me, pressing your mouth to
mine, I returned your kiss eagerly, wanting you inside me again, to
take my empty feeling away. Wanting you to fill me with your cock and
then your come.

I wrapped my legs around you and put my hands behind your hips as you
guided your cock into me again, making my wish come true. I felt your
balls rest against my anus, so recently filled with your fingers. When
you were all the way inside me, you rested some of your weight on my
wide open thighs and started your circling again. My hot and sensitive
insides responded, lifting me. I closed my eyes and, between panting
enjoyed the feelings you were giving me. You began moving in and out of
me, not the whole way this time, just a few inches back and forward. I
met your movement with my own, making you sigh a little, too. Still
kissing, our bodies pressed together, I knew my fantasy would soon be
fulfilled.

When you said you were going to come, I started talking to you again,
like you had asked me to when you came on my face, "Oh, yes, come. Fuck
me and come in me," I begged, "Come in me, pump your lovely come inside
me. I want your come in me. Fuck me, get your come deep inside me. Fuck
me. Fuck me and come in me, I want your come in me. I want to feel your
great big cock pump all your come inside me, I want to feel you come.
Come. Come inside me, fill me with your come. Get your come all in me.
Fuck me, fuck me. Come inside me, Come in me. I want your come in me,
fill me with it. I want to feel you come in me. Ah..."

And then I did. You pulled yourself onto my hips burying your dick in
me. it seemed deeper than it had been before, if that were possible.
Your weight, pushing my pelvis toward my head, rolled my hips so that
my thighs were by my sides, my knees in my armpits. My buttocks spread
so that your balls pushed up against my bumhole, still wet from your
mouth and my dripping wet excitement, and you held yourself there, no
longer thrusting into me. I wish I'd had my eyes open to see your face,
but I was coming again, too, as I felt your cock pumping your come into
me so hard I could feel it open my hole further as your shaft widened
with each pulse, filling my hole. Filling me, shooting your come deep
into me. Fulfilling another of my fantasies of you. I was shouting
again, but felt your open mouth cover mine and I breathed into you as
your lips muffled my cries, gasping over and over as we came.

Each time either of us moved it set off oversensitive spasms of climax,
so we stayed like that for a while, allowing our joint orgasm to
subside, my little body trapped under you, impaled on your big cock,
pinned to the bed, held down by your weight, owned by you as you filled
it with your lovely come.

As we lay together I knew I had to ask for the third thing I'd planned.
I had thought I would chicken out and ask for something else, but with
the feel of your dick still inside me after our orgasm, I knew I had to
ask. I have fantasised about it since the first honeybum night, but
never thought that I'd ask you to make it real. Even so, while you'd
spent the last week trying not to wank over my photos, I had spent the
last week 'practising' for this but I could barely believe I heard
myself quietly say:
"James, I want to see if you can get your whole hand in me."

Without a word you rolled your weight off me, rolling me with you until
we were laying on our sides, you on your left, me on my right. In this
position your cock couldn't stay in me any longer and I felt it pull
its way out and flop up against my stomach. It felt warm and slick, but
mostly, although it wasn't as hard as it had been, it still felt so
big, resting against my stomach, wet with our combined fluids the top
nudged right up against my bottom ribs. I put my left hand around it,
just to hold it. Face to face, you put one hand behind my head and
pulled my mouth to yours. I was suddenly very aware that smears of your
come must still cover most of my face and be in my hair. I thought
again of the lovely taste of your come while I tasted your mouth. I
felt the fingertips of your right hand stroke downward across my
cleanshaven pubic area and then between my lips. I opened my legs so
that one was left flat against the bed and the other pointed the knee
to the ceiling. Still pressing my mouth to yours, you slid two fingers
inside me. You fingered me quite gently for a minute or two then
stroked your wet fingers around the outside my lips and clitoris, then
back into me. You did this a few times, scooping our juices from inside
me to deliver them onto my lips and over my wet, hot hole. Then three
fingers were inside me. You didn't have to work up to them, you seemed
to know that I was excited enough to manage them without it hurting.
This is as mach as Dillon has ever had in me. He seems to try all the
time to get a fourth and never succeeds. I've never asked him, or
wanted him to try. I think it's an idea that turns him on. I'm so
pleased it was you that eased your little finger into me. I moaned into
your mouth a little as, with every inward stroke, you managed to
penetrate me more. I could feel the stretch a little, it didn't hurt
but I hadn't expected it to yet. Soon I had to break off our kiss as I
gasped "Oh, God," and began to breath more deeply when you began to
stretch my little hole wider as your fingers, becoming deeper in me,
spread closer to the knuckle. I knew your hand would be bigger than
mine, and was prepared for the fact that this might be a little
uncomfortable and as your fingers got deeper and your knuckles opened
me ever wider I found I had been right.
I rolled onto my back, allowing the leg that had been pointing up to
fall almost to the bed as well. That seemed to help and the different
angle meant that now your hand stretched me more front to back than
side to side. That seemed easier, too.
"That feels good." I said, partly because it was true and partly
because I didn't want you to lose your nerve when it did start to hurt.
Your fingers kept gently thrusting into my body, making wetter and
wetter sloppy sounds as my flesh relaxed and my juices and some of your
come squeezed out with you.
"Don't let me come until your whole hand is in." I said, reaching for
your cock, still only half hard after fucking me. I tried to wank it
but because it wasn't hard enough and I was at a bad angle I couldn't
get a rhythm like you, so I just held it again, instead.
I noticed your fingers pushing in a different direction, not into me
but back towards my bum, then rest, then towards my bum again. I didn't
realise what you were doing but it felt good so I told you, and you
picked that moment to twist your hand and push it in past the knuckle,
so that the top part of the palm of your hand was inside me. I felt a
stab of pain as your knuckles opened me wide and then it disappeared
even though your palm isn't that much narrower. Your thumb pressed onto
my clitoris and when you pushed downwards towards my bum again,
establishing a rhythm that slowly stretched me open, the thumb rubbed
my clitoris and suddenly I was in danger of coming again. "Stop stop,
wait." I said. I took a few deep breaths and told you to carry on, but
as soon as your thumb touched it again, I had to tell you to stop, "I'm
going to come if you touch me there again. I don't want to come until
it's all in."
"I don't want to rush it. I've done this before and it can hurt. Don't
worry, if you come, I'll just carry on."
"It hurts a bit already," I answered. Then I felt your hand begin to
gently move in circles, pulling my pelvis with it, stretching my hole,
open for you in a way it had never been open for my husband.
There was another small jolt of pain as you pressed your thumb in and
it widened me still more. This time the pain didn't go away. All four
of your fingers, your thumb and the palm of your hand pushed down and
slowly in.
I felt tears running from my eyes as your hand stretched me wider and
deeper. Your slow but relentless assault hurt but felt so good at the
same time. There was a sudden change and I felt incredibly stretched
and then full. I knew that your hand was inside me and my hole was
contracting again to hug your wrist tightly. As my hole closed around
your wrist, narrower than your hand, I stopped concentrating on the
pain of the stretch and felt instead the fullness within me. My hips
had between them something larger and more intrusive than ever, pushing
everything else out of the way. I let out a cry, the kind I only do
when I come, because although I wasn't coming I felt that same deep
satisfaction from my over-stretched, over-filled body. The stretching
pain was replaced by another sensation, a deep need to come.
I begged, "OK, now you can make me come. Oh fuck, please make me come."
Very slowly, and with just the same relentlessness as before you pulled
on your hand. My hole began to stretch again, to let your hand out.
Wider and wider around your knuckles, then when you reached the widest
part, you plunged your hand back in, taking my breath away. Then again,
wider and shallower before your hand being swallowed deeply into me.
I know I was talking again, I know I was telling you how good it felt
and how much I wanted to come. I only know because when you took your
hand all the way out I stopped. I can't remember the words because all
that mattered to me was what was happening between my legs, what you
were doing to me. For a moment I couldn't believe you had stopped
handfucking me, then as you forced your hand back in in one go I
realised that you hadn't stopped - you had only just started.

I was lost for words now as your hand violated me, in and out, wrist to
pointed fingertips widening me over your knuckles each time your hand
went one way or the other, twisting, deeply penetrating then leaving me
empty. Your hand thrust the whole way. I couldn't speak, only gasp and
moan. I was so close to coming, that deep need seeming to grow every
time your hand speared into me, but I couldn't seem to finish. The
tears carried on flowing from my eyes, I can't tell you how much it
hurt, but I wanted it to never stop.

Then your hand rested in me, deeper perhaps than at first and I felt my
insides change, couldn't understand how, but then realised you had
closed your hand into a fist. I felt so much fuller than when I had
been doing this to myself. I could feel the shape of your hand from the
inside as you pulled it outward, each knuckle putting an exquisite
pressure on my stretching hole. Then each time you pushed your hand
inward the knuckles traced deep ridges on the inner surface of my hole,
deeper and deeper, filling me so that I thought I would either burst
into an orgasm or tear in two, nevertheless I just wanted more of you
inside me. I drew my knees up and stretched my legs out to my sides
like I was having a baby to open my thighs as wide as I could to give
you as much access as possible and held my legs apart with my hands,
one on each thigh, my right hand next to your hard cock, resting
against my thigh.
"Oh, God," I gasped, "Why haven't I come?" I couldn't understand it.
I'd never felt this good without coming before, not even close, but I
wasn't coming. I could feel your hand turning and moving and pushing
inside me and each sensation felt as good as coming, but it wasn't
happening.
I remember rocking my hips up toward you to make your hand go deeper in
me as you pushed. I have a humiliating image of me lying on the bed
with my legs spread as wide as I can get them for you, your big hard
cock resting on my thigh while your right hand is buried inside me up
to my stomach. You're pushing over and over into me with your fist and
I'm rocking my whole body- fucking up to it. I'm going to masturbate
with that image quite alot!
"Deeper. Put it deeper. Deep as you can." I begged. I wanted as much of
you inside me as you could get. Your wrist started to pull my lips in
as you began trying for more depth. I moved my hands up my thighs and,
when you drew your hand outwards the next time, I held onto my lips,
spreading them with my fingers, opening my entrance for you. Your wet
wrist stuck out from my wetter hole, each time I raised my head and
looked I could see less and less of your arm as more of it disappeared
inside me with each slow, forceful push. I could feel your hand moving
inside, farther into me as your weight pressed it deeper then relaxed
allowing the elasticity of my vagina to contract, pushing you outwards,
then your weight stretching me inside again. I watched unable to
believe what I could see and feel. My hand, so much smaller than yours,
hadn't got anything like as deep. Through the haze I remember seeing
perhaps only half your arm sticking out of me at the bottom of each
invasion, the rest being driven inside me by your strength. Over and
over you shoved your hand in against my body's overwhelmed resistance,
pulling so that you stretched my hole wide open with your knuckles then
all the way back in, following your hand with half your arm. Suddenly
as I watched myself being impaled over and over on your arm, the orgasm
happenned.
I think I must have fainted. I just remember intense pleasure and my
whole body in spasm, I don't know how long but as the fog lifted I was
still shouting. I found my hands out to either side of me gripping the
sheets. I felt my legs tightly held together around the bit of your arm
that wasn't in me, trapping your hand in my pelvis and stomach as they
carried on spasming. Both my thighs were wet where I had squirted my
come.
You kept moving your hand, ever so slightly like you were drumming your
fingers inside me, but that was all it took to keep me coming, on and
on. I tried to open my legs to give you more room to handfuck me again,
that was all I wanted, for it all to happen again. But every time I
tried to relax even a bit, it would set off more spasms tightening them
together again. I didn't know until you told me later that you kept
that going for as long as you did. It didn't feel like ten minutes. I
can't decide whether it felt like seconds or my whole life. Both I
expect. I want to feel like that again.

When I started to say thank you, you kissed me on the mouth to stop me.
Perhaps I was babbling a little. I lay there with my arms still
outstretched as your kisses began to move down to my neck, then my
breasts. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the sensation of your lips
on my skin, your tongue around my nipple. Your hot mouth carried on its
journey down eventually licking over the newly hairless area above my
clitoris. You began to lick the skin still stretched around your wrist
to soothe it as you slowly and exquisitely began to ease your hand from
my violated hole. It had to stretch again to allow your hand out, then
it closed over your fingertips and suddenly I was empty. It was a funny
kind of empty, not the same emptiness that you feel when you've been
fucked, but an empty that came with an untold satisfaction rather than
the anticlimax and disappointment that I usually get after Dillon has
had a quick shag. Even though your hand wasn't inside me any more I
still felt it.

My hips rose up to meet your mouth, still licking around my abused
hole. You responded by putting your hand under me to cup my bottom and
helped me lift to your mouth. As you sucked my clitoris I felt your
thumb rub into the valley between the cheeks of my bottom, then come to
rest on my bumhole. A few moments more, and you pressed it, not to get
it in, just to work at the resistance. You massaged in circles easing
the tension quickly away before pressing it in. I deliberately relaxed
and felt my anus open to allow your thumb in but the reflex took over
and gripped, but it was too late and after accommodating your hand my
pelvic floor was so loose you just pushed your thumb quickly all the
way in. When it was in you started to roll your hand and your thumb, of
course, moved with it. I relaxed almost straight away and began to
enjoy the feeling of having you in my bum again. You replaced your
thumb with a couple of fingers, penetrating me a little deeper and a
little wider, and kept the rolling rhythm in time with your sucking
pulls on my clitoris. All I could do was lay there with my eyes closed,
still in the afterglow of your handfuck and being kept very happy by
your attentions.

"Time for my second thing."
I had been so caught up I had used all three of my choices, I had come
I don't know how many times and you had only used up one choice! I have
to admit the idea of doing something for you, being used by you, is
very exciting and I was suddenly eager to be your toy again.
"Lay on your side," then as I started to you added, "No, face away from
me. That's it." I was on my left side. I felt my buttocks separate as
you lifted the right one and your fingers easily buried themselves back
in my bowels. You laid on your side behind me leaning a little weight
against me and said, quietly because your mouth was so close to my ear,
"Ever since I licked honey from your bum, I've wanted to fuck you
there, is that OK?"
"Anything you want is OK." That offer stands.

I felt your fingers leave me and then, almost straight away I felt
something bigger pressing against my anus. It was wet, so I guess you
had lubricated it somehow. As you pressed harder, My bottom yielded to
the pressure and your cock slipped inside. Just the head at first and
as I gave up my anal virginity my muscles tightened in a wide circle
around the base of the head. The stab of pain that had accompanied the
initial entry passed quickly and I relaxed and apologised. "I'm sorry.
Another first for me,"
"Don't apologise, it's not unusual. There's nothing to be scared about.
I won't hurt you."
"I know." And with you there I wasn't scared. I think I realised that
if I could take your hand in one hole, I could take your dick in the
other. Still it was tight as you started to press it deeper into my
accommodating bowels. I reached behind and placed the flat of my hand
on the front of your hip, next to the thick base of your cock, partly
to be able to slow you down if I needed to and partly to see how far
you had left to go. It seemed to be alot, but the more we managed to
get inside the less uncomfortable and more sexy it felt. It was
completely different to having you in me the normal way, but felt
better and better until I had to move my hand away so that you could
push home the last bit.
I know how big your dick is and I couldn't believe that it had all gone
in so easily.
You asked me, "You OK?"
"Better than that! It doesn't hurt at all." You put your hand on top of
my hip and pulled slightly at the same time as leaning your weight
through your pelvis into mine. The extra depth felt good but even so I
said, "Start gently. I haven't been fucked in there before."
I had to agree when you said "Ah, that feels good." You started to move
your dick in and out an inch or so, quite slowly and gently and I bent
forwards at the hip to present my bum to you more easily.

I felt I wanted to come quite soon after you began. The slow easy fuck,
with your dick staying mostly buried in me, only moving a little was
the perfect follow on from the frenzied hard handfuck of a moment
before, but was still more intense than anything I had experienced
before this evening. I put my hand on the hairless triangle above my
clitoris and stroked the bud below in time with the penetration of your
dick as you robbed me beautifully of my anal virginity. I began to
regret never letting this happen before. I won't pretend I enjoyed it
as much as proper sex, but it was at least as good as being licked.
A thought occurred to me and I asked, "Are you going to come in me, or
take it out and come on my bum?"
"I hadn't really thought about it," you answered, "Inside you, I
suppose, although your bum would look great with my come on it. Are you
OK with me coming in it?"
"I told you, it's your thing, you do it exactly the way you want to."
Secretly pleased, I do want you to come on my bum, but just then I
wanted your come to fill me again.
You moved. I was so comfortable with you laying behind me, the two of
us spooned together with your dick inside me, where it shouldn't be.
Then you moved. You pushed my top leg up just a little, and rolled me a
bit farther forward before straightening out my lower leg. You knelt
astride it with your lovely cock still as deeply embedded. Your thighs
sandwiched me, one against my back, one against my stomach, putting
pressure on my clitoris and lips. You put your hand between and, as you
started the short fucking rhythm again, you were stroking me toward an
orgasm in perfect time to the new sensations from behind. I was just as
comfortable, and told you how good it felt to have you in me.
You leaned forwards so that, even though you were fucking my bum,
almost from behind me, you could kiss me on the mouth. As you did, the
pressure on my anus and in my rectum changed completely and I was past
the point of no return, my orgasm was on it's way. I felt it build as
you kissed me, then when your mouth left mine I had time to blurt out
"I'm going to come," and started. The spasms overcame me and my body
twitched and shook as I yelled and called out. It wasn't anything like
any orgasm I'd had before. My climax and my body both seemed focussed
completely on the hard invader in my bottom, all the spasms and surges
seemed to come from it, twisting around it. It felt as big as my whole
body or as hot as fire or as solid and safe as can be. Then, as it
subsided I found I still felt that my body was defined by what you were
sticking in it, by its relationship to the big dick shoved where no
dick should be, so when you told me you were coming, too, I felt every
detail: my bumhole expanding as more blood rushed to the invader, then
felt it twitch and jerk around inside me and pull against the strong
muscles of my anus as the jets of come spurted against my insides over
and over. I felt I experienced your orgasm as much as you did. Then
after my poor bum had been pulled around by your shaft and my insides
had been soaked in your come, you were finished and you rested on the
bed behind me again.

My fantasies kept going through my head as we lay there with your dick
still inside me, as if reminding me that it wasn't a fantasy anymore
but a memory. You had been everything I'd hoped you would be, and you'd
told me the same. I was satisfied in a way I had never been before.
Then I realised you had so far asked to come on my face and fuck my
bum- just two of your things, so I asked, in a breathless whisper, what
you wanted me to do next.
You told me and I said, "Promise me we'll do all this again."

So here is your third thing. As requested, a description of what we
did. I wish your third thing had been another depraved way for you to
use my body as your willing toy. I wish I'd asked for four things or
five, so that I could make you do it all again and you could help me
live out my other fantasies of you from the last 3 years!
But just so you know its not just post orgasmic pillow talk: Promise me
we'll do all that again, each and every bit of it, and more things,
too?

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