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Olivia took a deep breath, shook herself a little to
try to calm the nervous trembling that quivered inside her, and pressed
the door bell. She waited only a minute, even less, and the door opened.
"Oh hi Olivia," the man at the door said. It was her next door neighbour
in the small, quiet street. A bit of a mystery man, though well-liked by
everyone, forty-ish, single, rarely said much at all about his private
life, and all the neighbours respected that. No-one was even sure just
what he did for a living, but they all knew he had plenty of money, was
generous with friendly loans on many occasions, was very, very
intelligent, and held great parties. His name was David and over the last
few years he and Olivia had become good friends. She was a straight-A
student at her university, doing an advanced course in physics, and was
recognized by the uni as a star student with a huge future. Olivia was an
extremely intelligent girl, and she allowed quite readily that a
proportion of her academic success was due to the help that David gave
her. Not that he ever actually did her work for her, she would not have
dreamed of asking that, and he would have refused if she had. But he was
brilliant at explaining things, at asking the right questions, the sort of
questioning that slowly guided the learner to the solutions.
David looked at her now, as he always did, seeing a very pretty young
woman, dark blonde, almost brown hair, slim. Despite her beauty, of which
she did not seem to be aware, Olivia never seemed to have a regular
boyfriend. She was a loner, living with her mother next door, totally
committed to her academic career. Despite his respect and liking for her,
as usual David could not stop himself from admiring her looks, her slim
legs that emerged so prettily from beneath the mid-thigh length denim
skirt, the smallish (probably a 32 b, he had decided a fair while ago)
breasts, today concealed under a grey T-shirt with a heavy-metal rose and
heart type motif on the front. He was surprised to discern that she did
not appear to be wearing a bra, and was angry at himself for noticing.
"Hi David," Olivia chirped brightly, watching his eyes in their quick tour
of her body. She had noticed a while ago that David admired her,
especially at the pool parties when all she was wearing was the modest
blue bikini she liked so much. She liked that he admired her, liked him
and trusted him, and was often annoyed that he was too well-mannered, or
too afraid, or too conscious of the difference in their ages, to have ever
done any more than look at her admiringly. There had been several parties
when she would not have said no if he had suggested anything more than the
involved scientific discussions they often indulged in, and there had been
one party when she had thought she had done a lot to encourage him. But
perhaps he had just dismissed it as her having had too much to drink.
That would change today, this afternoon, she hoped, as her physical
loneliness, and an overwhelming curiosity about something, had given her
the courage to be here now, standing waiting for him to ask her in.
David saw that over her shoulder, Olivia had the bag which usually
contained her files and books, whatever was relevant to the problem she
was trying to solve. Nothing 'untoward' had ever happened between them,
and with a twinge in his belly he had to concede that nothing ever would.
"Come in, Olivia, it's nice to see you again," he said, standing back to
let her through the door, watching her cute bum wiggle under the skirt as
she walked automatically to the table where they usually sat. He had
noticed some sort of tension in her face. "You look like you have a big
problem that needs solving."
"A very big problem," Olivia said softly, annoyed at the slight tremble in
her voice. "An experiment-a difficult experiment-that I just have to do,
and I know you are the only person who can help me with it. I just hope
you won't say no."
"Now why would I say no," David laughed. He went to the fridge and took
out a jug of lemon squash, some ice, made two long drinks of it and
brought them over to the table. Olivia wished he had offered her something
stronger, but no, she needed to keep her mind clear for this.
"So," David continued, "what's this problem that has put that frown on
your face?" He lit a cigarette, offered Olivia one, was puzzled that her
fingers trembled slightly as she accepted it. She was normally very
confident about everything.
"Well, it's...there's something I need to find out," and Olivia became
very annoyed with herself that she was struggling to find the words. Ever
since she had decided on this, a few days ago, she had rehearsed over and
over in her mind how she would make the suggestion to David. Ever since
that enlightening conversation with several of the young women who were as
close as she came to having best friends. It had been at a bar, and they
were all a little drunk, and Olivia had been amazed and fascinated by some
of the admissions the others had made about their sexual activities.
For herself, Olivia rarely bothered with it. Occasionally, if the mood was
right, and the guy was nice, she went along with it all and normally it
was all ok, though she had never experienced the mind-blowing bells,
stars, explosions, however it was worded, that sex was apparently meant to
be if it was done 'right'. Often she wondered if those sorts of reactions
were in fact reality, or just made up stuff in novels and movies.
Anyway, she had gathered from the conversation that there were experiences
she had so far missed out on, Mandy's hand on her thigh several times had
convinced her that there was an opportunity to experiment that way, but it
was another sort of activity that had intrigued her more, and she could
only think of David as the person who could help her explore it. But she
had to admit to herself that she might also be running the huge risk of
earning his anger, or even contempt. All she had to go on was the way she
often caught him looking at her, and her belief that most men would never
say no. But also at the back of her mind was the certain knowledge that
David was not most men.
She had spent hours the evening before researching on the internet
everything she felt she should know about it, had even taken notes-typical
me, she had laughed derisively at herself-and now it was just a matter of
having the courage to ask him.
"It's not...the usual sort of thing I ask you..." and her trepidation was
obvious. David was now very intrigued. They had a good relationship,
friends, perhaps mentor and student, nothing formal, no money ever changed
hands. So why was she so nervous about this.
"Well, you know I am always here to help you out," David tried to reassure
her. "It's so wonderful seeing you doing so well in your studies."
"This isn't really related to them," Olivia almost whispered, and tried to
laugh to calm herself. "It's more a personal thing." Even more intrigued
now, David decided that she must be wanting boyfriend advice. He
encouraged her with a smile.
"Well I hope whatever it is, that I can help Olivia, you know that," he
said, and he wanted to pat her hand as her fingers drummed softly and
insistently on the table. But he didn't.
"Ok...well...ok," and Olivia took a deep breath again, and decided there
was no other way. "It's...some friends of mine were talking the other
night...some things they said...made me curious...I really need to
know...sort of like research you know..." she laughed to cover her
flusteredness, "I really need to know what it's like to..." another deep
breath and nervous, soft laugh, " to be fucked in the bum." And she looked
deep at his eyes to gauge his reaction, "and I was hoping you would...you
know..." Very flustered now, she trailed off, happy though that his
reaction was not one of shock or amazement. His eyes said that he liked
what she had proposed.
For a few moments there was silence. David was in fact amazed, stunned, at
what she had said. Could it be that all those fruitless nights of
fantasizing over what it would be like to spend the night in bed with her
were about to become reality? Not that he had ever imagined that she would
suggest this particular activity, but even so.
Olivia rushed on, not wanting any more silence, still afraid he would
laugh at her or something.
"I've done a lot of research," she was scrabbling around in her bag,
pulling out a file, and a small tube, "I've prepared myself...you
know...the sites suggested some things...I have this...they said it would
be a good idea," and she pushed the tube of lubricant to the middle of the
table, and opened the file, "I even made up a list of questions that I
want to know the answers to...need to know..."and again she trailed off,
her voice very quiet now, she looked down at her knees, not wanting to
meet his eyes, in her mind begging him to say something.
David felt sure now that there was no harm at all in touching her. He
reached over the table and took her hand. His mind raced in its search for
the right words, to tell her he loved the idea and wanted to help her, but
at the same time to be careful not to appear insensitively over-eager to
see her naked, to touch her, to fuck her, even though these were things he
was very eager to do, and had been for several years now.
"I think that would be a great experiment for us to do together," he said
softly, annoyed at the thickness that came into his voice, and squirmed a
little to placate the erection that had sprung to life as she had been
talking.
"Really?" Olivia asked, the relief was enormous, she felt a flood of
warmth rush through her, and an easing of tension in her body such as, up
till now, she had only ever felt after masturbating. And even more
pleasurable was the growing in her of a new kind of tension, a much more
pleasant kind, the thrill of anticipation.
The edginess that had been in the air just now had dissipated, and again
they were a pair of enquiring minds, at the beginning of a new adventure
into learning something as yet unknown. They lit more cigarettes. Her
voice was calm now, though her body wasn't. Deep in her belly she felt
tingling and a twitching. A delicious twitching and tingling.
"David...may I ask...do you have any...um...experience...in this sort of
research?" and she laughed-she had a beautiful laugh, he had always
thought that-she laughed at how she had worded her inquiry.
"Yes I do," and David laughed with her. They were both totally relaxed
now, and both totally enjoying these quiet moments in anticipation of the
intimacy they were about to share.
"Then," and Olivia put out her cigarette, she didn't normally have two so
close together, and she wanted to keep her mind completely clear, to
appreciate fully this new experience.
David looked with amusement at the list of questions typed on the one
sheet of paper in the file. It was so like the scholarly young woman she
was, there were a lot of questions, and they were arranged in groups and
sub-groups. He smiled to himself that it would be just like her to want to
pause frequently during their 'experiment' to make notes. He was sure he
wouldn't mind that.
There was an air of lightheartedness now, now that what was going to
happen had been assigned a name, it was an experiment, and they had done a
lot of those together.
Olivia rose from her seat, and walked around the table and sat herself on
David's lap. It was the first time their bodies had ever made any sort of
contact, and it was special to both of them. Feeling much more relaxed
now, and cheeky, she wiggled her arse on his lap, felt his erection
through their clothing, liked it.
"Well, it seems your equipment is prepared for our experiment," and she
giggled and wanted to kiss him. David laughed with her, fighting against
the urge to push the bulge in his jeans back at her bum. He wondered if
kissing her would be consistent with the experiment. Olivia put an arm
around his shoulder, and she smelt beautiful, a light, seductive perfume,
he inhaled the scent of her deeply. The way she was sitting with her arm
across his shoulder he could see into the short sleeve of her t-shirt, and
he looked closely for a few seconds at the sexiness of her armpit, smooth
and white, with that intriguing mound in it, a reflection of another mound
he knew he would be seeing soon. This thought made his cock twitch, she
must have felt it because she giggled, and wriggled her bum on it again,
and then she went on, "And like I said, I've prepared my um...equipment,"
and they both laughed again.
There was a brief pause now, who would bring it up first, the moving to
the bedroom? Olivia assumed that would be where they would go. She knew he
was too much of a gentleman to just bend her over the table and 'do it',
though that was an exciting prospect too. Yet another thrill of heat
tingled deep through her belly, and down between her thighs.
"You know," David said a little nervously, "in this sort of
um...experiment, it will be a big help to you if you are very aroused." He
hoped he hadn't sounded too practical, too eager.
" I knew you would be the best partner for my experiment," she replied,
very excitedly. "Oh yes, I know that. My research told me that, while
there might be a fair bit of...um, while it be uncomfortable, it isn't so
bad if I'm um...as you said, aroused," and with her tone, matching his, it
could have been that they were discussing theories for a new method for
splitting the atom. "That's why I decided to ask you to help me with this
research. Because I know you believe so strongly in doing things um..."
she couldn't find the word, she didn't want to say methodical, she was
genuinely interested in finding out what anal sex was like, but she didn't
want it to be too impersonal, too disinterested. "Thorough," she went on.
It would have to do, though it still wasn't really the word she was
looking for either. She definitely wanted this to be fun, and the tingling
deep down in her belly was telling her she was expecting more than that
too. David felt her body tremble on his lap, and he looked at her, and she
looked back at him, and their eyes made an important new understanding,
and she bent her head and put her lips on his.
David's arm moved from the table, and his hand rested on Olivia's leg,
just above her knee. Her skin was warm and smooth, and his hand slid up
her thigh, slowly, stopping just under the hem of her skirt, then back to
her knee again. In response Olivia pressed her tongue at his lips, they
opened, and their tongues tangled gently, exploring, kissing softly, each
exploring the scent and taste of the other's mouth. Olivia took a deep
breath, waited for David's hand to venture further, wanting it too, loving
the feel of it on the firm smooth skin of her leg. She squirmed a little,
David understood the signal, his hand went under Olivia's skirt, and his
fingertips stroked gently at the softer sensitive skin at the top of her
inner thigh. Her tongue went deeper into his mouth, and she pressed her
arse down hard on the bulge in his jeans. The sensation of his fingers on
her thigh, the knowing how close they were to her delicate entrances, was
wonderful, and she was so glad she had had the courage to ask him to help
her with this research.
The kiss broke off.
"Shall we move into the laboratory," David asked her with a smile, and she
laughed very softly, and stood up, missing the feel of his hand on her
thigh, trembling with the anticipation of what was coming. David stood and
took her hand.
"Shall we bring the file with the focus questions?" he asked, and they
both laughed happily at the ridiculousness of it.
"No," she laughed, "we both have good memories. We can make our notes
afterwards." David led her to his bedroom.
It was a large room, with French windows opening out on to the huge patio
area which surrounded his pool. Olivia had swam in that many times, and
told herself that today, after the experiment, she would ask if he would
mind her swimming naked in it, something she had long wanted to do. Of
course, she had never been in his bedroom before, and her belly tingled at
the awareness of why she was there now. She slipped her sandals off and
sat on the bed.
David had been barefoot anyway, and he knelt up on the bed, behind Olivia.
She breathed deeply as she waited, expectantly. In his jeans, David's cock
twitched and jumped, he felt little shards of heat racing through his
belly, through his cock. This beautiful young woman was waiting for him to
undress her, to touch her, and to be very intimate with her. It was taking
all his years of experience, with many women, and all the power of his
innate good manners and considerateness, to remind him to keep it all slow
and gentle.
She turned her head to his, their lips met again, and his tongue slowly
slid around inside her mouth, taking in all the sweetness of her breath,
and the warmth of its excitement. As he kissed her, he moved his hands to
her hips, his fingers closed gently on the hem of her t-shirt, and he
lifted it up, slowly, over her belly, the edges of his hands making
contact with the smooth warm skin of her belly for the first time, it was
electrifying, and Olivia felt that way too, her body trembled, her tongue
pressed at his, as he lifted the t-shirt over her breasts.
David looked down, his tongue still playing with Olivia's, and his mind
sighed at the sight of her breasts for the first time. They were
beautiful, firm and upright, pushing out from her chest, the nipples that
beautiful reddish-tinted brownish colour, erect from her anticipation.
Olivia broke off the kiss, and watched his eyes as they took in the beauty
of her breasts. His hands moved a little, and cupped underneath them, and
for a second she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The softly
tender way his hands were just cupping under her breasts, his thumbs very
gently stroking at the sensitive skin, reassured her that this was going
to be very different from the mashing they were used to from the young men
she had been with up till now.
David moved his thumbs to Olivia's nipples, so hard they felt, and began
making firm little circles over them, around and around. At the first
touch, Olivia had gasped, and now her breathing change, and she felt a
moisture between her thighs, and she stroked his hair as his thumbs rubbed
little circles into her nipples, and the tips of his fingers scratched so
softly at the delicate skin on the undersides of her breasts.
"Mmm," she was moaning softly. With another kiss to her lips, David lifted
Olivia's t-shirt over her head, and dropped it on to the bed. His hands
closed over her breasts again, and he let the skin of his palms savour the
feel of them. Olivia's tongue flicked at his lips. Arousal was not going
to be a problem, she could feel the building in her belly, soft and just
hinting at the moment, hinting that it was getting stronger, and would
only get better and better.
She knelt up on the bed now, and smiled at him, her chest pushed out a
little, encouraging, and David bent his head and his tongue flicked first
at one nipple, then the other. Then his lips closed over her right nipple,
and he tugged softly at it, his tongue licking at the tip of her nipple,
sensing the little split in it, his mouth moved, his lips closed around
more of her breast, tasting the beautiful skin, his nose inhaled deeply
the scent of the skin of her breast. Olivia sighed softly, her hand
pressed down on his head, she bent and kissed his hair, little kisses, his
hair smelt recently shampooed, already there was a new tenderness between
them, she sighed softly over and over, her mind and body reacting to the
sensations of his lips and mouth tugging so amazingly gently at her
breast, it was if he wanted to take all of it into his mouth, she moaned
again, kissing his hair. David's hand moved from her hip, down under her
skirt, his fingertips traced along the inside of her thigh, she gasped
again as his thumb brushed at her panties, brushed delicately at the
fabric, just where her entrance was covered by the soft fabric, his thumb
pressed a little, she arched her back, pressing her breast at his mouth,
as his fingers went in the leg of her panties, pressed gently in, and
Olivia gasped again when one of his fingers found her clit, started
rubbing on it, she inhaled deeply at this first touch of him so intimate.
"Oh yeah," she sighed softly, as David's finger moved firmly on her clit,
rubbing into it, his other fingers tracing around the so sensitive skin
around there, at the top of her thigh, one finger reached out to her
mound, tickled in the little hairs, while his middle finger continued its
pressure on her clit, rubbing at it, feeling the moistness of her.
Still with his hand between her thighs, still with his finger circling
firmly on Olivia's clit, David lifted his head to hers, they kissed again,
there was new warmth in her breath now, and gently he turned her, guiding
her onto her hands and knees on the bed. Olivia arched her back a little,
she trembled as she waited for what was next, she was completely ready for
him, she felt, and she was expecting that now would come the discovery
that she was seeking.
But David wasn't a young man with a cock insistent on its satisfaction.
While Olivia may have been expecting that he was about to enter her,
although he was still fully dressed, instead David wanted her to be even
more ready.
He was kneeling beside her hips, Olivia was facing the head of the bed, on
her hands and knees, she looked for a moment at the solid masculinity of
the pillow covers, her body trembling softly in anticipation.
David lifted her skirt up to her hips, and let his eyes enjoy the sight of
the soft materialled panties she was wearing. They were colourful, a
psychedelic splash of pink and blue and yellow and green, with little
stars here and there, and all the colours mingling and contrasting in
sharp edges and lightning bolts of other colours. He bent his head, and
kissed them, kissed the fabric and pressed his tongue into it, pressing it
into the crack of her bum, and again Olivia trembled, and she felt the
moistness between her thighs, and the tingling growing in her belly.
David kissed all over the sweet undies, then moved the fabric over one
cheek of her arse, pressing it into her crack. Now before him was one
cheek of her beautiful arse, naked, and he bent and kissed it, slid his
tongue over it, taking in the beautiful scent of the skin of Olivia's
arse, his hand rubbing in the small of her naked back, his fingers teasing
and tickling at the little bumps of her spine, as his tongue and lips
continued their exploration of that cheek of her wonderful bum. His other
hand was under her, playing with her belly button, tickling it.
Olivia giggled, and sighed, and moaned soft "Oh yeah" and "Mmmm" as he did
so, her body tensing at the sensations, and her belly quivering violently
inside, and a new pressure deep between her thighs.
David pulled the fabric of the panties over her other cheek, tugged the
material tightly into the crack of her arse, making a thong of the
panties, and he did little butterfly kisses all over both cheeks now, and
the tight feeling of her panties wedged into her crack increased the
tension in Olivia's body, and she wanted desperately for him to fuck her
now.
But David had not forgotten the purpose of their 'experiment' and he
pulled the panties from her hips now, pushed them down over Olivia's arse,
down onto her thighs. It was all beautiful, what he could see, the fine
pale skin of her bum, the tight crack of her arse, the darkening of the
skin as it sloped away towards the little brown puckering hole of her
arse. He kissed the little triangle at the base of her spine, that little
inverted triangle that signed go this way down to the crack of her arse.
He kissed the top of that crack, slid his tongue into it, licked at the
top of Olivia's arse crack, then slid his tongue further down it, deeper
as it got deeper, lower, until his tongue reached the rim of the little
hole, then he slid his tongue back up, back through the crack's depth to
where it shallowed out, then kissed the very top of it again. Olivia
trembled, and when his tongue had touched right at the rim of that other
entrance, an entrance so far never touched by anyone else, she had almost
shuddered, so good did it feel, and her fingers clenched at the pillow
cover, and she wanted to squeeze her thighs tight on the mounting tension
between them, but didn't, wanting more to keep herself totally available
to what David was doing.
David was caressing her now in three ways, and never had she felt such a
tension building in her, not even during what she called her masturbation
marathons. His left hand was cupping and squeezing and playing with her
breasts, sliding occasionally to tickle at her belly, but mostly plucking
and teasing and pulling and stroking her nipples. His left hand had moved
between her thighs, his fingers squishing and plucking at her vulva,
closing the lips, opening them, sliding up and down the increasing
slickness of her crease, rubbing on her clit, sliding along the crease,
back to her clit, tickling in the thick little hairs of her mound, back to
her slit, sliding up and back, pressing, rubbing at her clit over and
over, then down again, touching and teasing at her entrance, but never
entering it, keeping in mind the purpose of their 'experiment', playing
with all the sweet moist folds and creases between Olivia's thighs.
And his tongue, amidst the sensations she was feeling, the mounting
pressure of her clit, the growing sensitivity of her breasts and nipples
to what he was doing with them, the continual expecting his fingers to
enter her as they slid and stroked along her slit, pressing at her
entrance but never entering, as much as she was now longing for him to do
that, never entering her, but arousing and arousing, amidst all those
sensations it was what his tongue was doing that Olivia tried most to
concentrate on.
David's tongue had slid across and around her arse, in ever smaller
circles, until now it was licking at her rim, sliding around and around
it, his nose he pressed into it, into the opening of that brown sweet
pucker, taking in and storing in his memory the earthy inner body smells
and scents of her arsehole, he licked at it, sniffed at it, his fingers
squeezing at the hood of her clit now, he could feel her body tensing and
tensing.
Years of womanizing had made him very sensitive to all the wonderful
scents of a woman, and now his nose was full of Olivia's-the scent of her
perfume, the slight hints of the scents of her vulva as he continued to
arouse and arouse it, the delicious earth arse smell of that little brown
hole that now his tongue had entered, the tip of his tongue pressing into
it, licking at it and tasting it. And his ears could hear Olivia's almost
helpless little pantings, could hear the soft slurpings of her vulva as
his fingers moved in and around and over it.
Now his cock was getting more demanding, and Olivia's responses were
telling him that she was more than ready for the 'experiment' to continue.
He broke away from her for a moment, turned her head, her groan was one of
almost disappointment, it had all felt so good what he had been doing. She
watched him take his shirt off, and toss it gently to the floor, which is
where hers had now ended up. His shirt lay on top of hers.
"You are so beautiful Olivia," his voice husked, annoyed at himself that
it did that. But Olivia didn't mind at all and her voice was just as husky
when she replied, "Thank you David. This is wonderful," and she was
wondering too just how long she could retain any self-control, those waves
of orgasm were getting closer and stronger.
David gently guided Olivia to lying on her back, is this it, she hoped,
though her research had suggested that doing it this way, at first anyway,
may perhaps not be the most comfortable introduction. It wasn't what was
in David's mind, just yet though. He slipped the pretty panties down off
over her feet, loving how her body looked as she raised her legs to help.
He slid the skirt off the same way, and now she was naked on his bed, as
he had fantasized so often. She took a deep breath, and waited. David
moved down the bed, Olivia lifted her legs, she sensed what he was going
to do, and when his tongue flicked across her clit her back arched and she
moaned a quiet "Ohhh" and hooked her hands behind her knees, holding her
legs back as far as she could, and lifted her head to look at what he was
doing. David looked up at her for a moment, saw the flushing in her face,
the pinking in her chest, and he smiled, and Olivia smiled back, and shut
her eyes, and waited for the effects of what his tongue was doing on and
over and around her clit. She moaned.
David's tongue slid and stroked and teased up and down Olivia's slit,
tasting and savouring her, lapping at the little juices, once even
pressing into the little pee-hole, flicked over her clit, he could feel
the tension in her thighs beside his head, he licked at her, lips sucked
at her hood, sucked at the lips of her vulva, slid down and pressed at her
entrance.
Olivia moaned softly, holding her legs up still, she opened her eyes, then
there was a sharp new sensation, it didn't really hurt, just felt
different, and she felt David's finger, just one, moving into her arse,
pressing, slowly, a little bit at a time.
"Oh...yea..." she gasped. As part of her research she had done this
herself, working up, over a couple of days, to being able to put three
fingers into her own bum, but this having someone else doing it was a
completely new feeling.
David looked across her belly, across her breasts, to her face, to see her
reaction, and she smiled down at him, and he felt her pressing her body
down against his finger, wanting it all in her arse, wanting more than
that in her arse. She gasped, and her back arched again, and she wanted to
tell him how close she was, but waited, and a second finger joined the
first one, they were moving back and forth in her now, he was fingering
her arse, and she loved it. She felt the odd stretching feeling as his
fingers pressed into her, and she could feel the tightness of her little
opening around his fingers. The tips of his fingers were actually at the
walls inside her arse, and she closed her eyes, and when for yet another
time David's lips closed around her hood, and sucked at it, at the same
time that he pushed the two fingers deeper into her bum than before, she
let out a soft, "Ohh...uh...ooooh," and around David's chin he felt the
extra fluid, could smell the new scent, and he knew Olivia had had an
orgasm.
He took his fingers from her arsehole, sat up, and to Olivia's delight he
licked those fingers, the intimate taste of her on them sent his mind
reeling, and an uncontrolled little bit of wet heat spurted from his cock.
They smiled at each other, and Olivia sat up, keeping her thighs apart,
wanting him to look, wanting to be seen.
"We forgot something," she said very quietly, and David watched her
beautiful arse as she walked quickly, a little unsteadily, from the room.
He knew there was nothing wrong, but his mind couldn't focus enough to
consider just what it was they had forgotten.
He laughed at himself when Olivia skipped back into the room, holding the
tube of lubricant in one hand, and a digital camera in the other. This
puzzled him for a moment, then his mind recalled that several of her
'focus questions' had concerned what it looked like. A very back corner of
his mind marvelled at how much detachment this seemed to indicate. Here
she was, she had just had an orgasm, they had just shared some very
intimate moments, they were about to share even more, and she was still
capable of concentrating on the 'scientific' aspects of what they were
doing.
He was kneeling up on the bed as she came in, his cock now insisting that
it achieve release from the tensions built by the sight and feel and
tastes and scents of her body.
"Stand up please," she said, and knelt in front of him as he did so. "It's
not fair," she laughed, "I'm naked and you're not." And with that she
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, he was a little unsteady on his feet,
not just because of the bounciness of the bed, but he helped her by
stepping out of his jeans and jocks, and his cock jumped at its freedom,
and the knowledge of what was about to come.
"Oooh," Olivia giggled, noticing the little drips of white on the tip of
his cock. And she liked what she was seeing, David had a nice cock,
comparable to the others she had seen, but thicker, wider than it was
round, she wondered if this would add to the discomfort her research had
mentioned. Olivia wasn't afraid of the pain that one of her friends had
mentioned, she was sure that, in the state she was in now, that would be
easily overcome.
"You know," she said, looking up at him, "I've never tasted this before,"
and her tongue flicked across the tip of his cock, picking up those little
drops, drawing them into her mouth, savouring the new taste, salty, and
just a little bit bitter. Then she swallowed it, and a wave of liberation
swept through her, and a realization that there were other 'experiments'
she wanted his help with. But not yet. "I mean, I've...you know...done
this before," and her mouth closed over the top of his cock, and she
sucked at it, and David moaned, knowing he could no longer restrain
himself, Olivia sensed this, and she sucked harder at his cock, and her
hand slid along its shaft, and she loved the smell of it, being so close
to him like this, and she dared flick her tongue over his tip, and then
the tip of her tongue slid into the little opening of his cock, and that
was too much for David, and with a grunt his hips thrust, and he held her
hair, and the heat rushed up through his cock, and with a thrust that he
just could not hold back, he erupted into Olivia's mouth. Olivia gagged
slightly, more at the thrust of his cock at the back of her mouth than at
the filling of it with a new heated whiteness, and she pulled her head
back, and felt an amazing surge between her own thighs, and she opened her
mouth for David to see his white fluid in it, to see little dribbles of it
on her lips, then she swallowed, it was thick and gooey and warm, and she
swallowed again to make sure she had swallowed it all, and she relished
the feel of it going down her throat.
David sunk to his knees on the bed, feeling apologetic, but Olivia put her
arms around him, and smiled, "But that is something I have never done,"
and her voice was thick. "Let someone come in my mouth I mean."
David felt flustered.
"I'm sorry I..." but she didn't let him finish.
"Don't be, please," she said, and kissed him on the lips. "I wanted that
to happen, it tastes...it tastes so different to anything, so warm and
viscous." And they looked into each other's eyes, and both knew that this
had gone beyond a simple 'experiment'.
"Anyway," she went on, "you took some of me into your mouth, so it's only
fair, not to mention..." They both lay back on the bed, heads on the
pillows, letting their bodies rest a little.
"Not to mention what?" he asked.
"When you sucked your fingers after you, you know, had them in my bum,"
and she leaned to him, her breast against his chest, their faces very
close together. "What was that like, for you, tasting that?"
"It was wonderful, all of you is so beautiful Olivia," he said, and wished
he didn't sound grovelly, like someone flattering a woman he had just met,
in the hope of getting her into bed, something he had done so many times
before.
"Wow, even that part of me," and she laughed, and kissed his lips quickly.
Her hand went down his belly, fingers closed around his cock, and she
gently stroked at its half hardness. David rubbed his fingers up and down
Olivia's spine, felt her tremble, his cock hardened fully now, and they
both knew they had delayed long enough.
Olivia sat up, picked up the camera and put it on the bedside table, then
took the tube of lubricant and opened it. She squirted some on to her
hand, and rubbed it up and down the shaft of David's cock, then passed him
the tube.
Now she moved, straddling him, her back to him, and lifted her bum up from
his chest, and leant forward. David looked at her arse, it was beautiful.
He put some lubricant onto his fingers, and gently inserted them into
Olivia's arse, at the opening, rubbing the lubricant around the opening
and the little ridges of muscle. Again he rubbed lubricant around it, and
then tilted his head up, and kissed each cheek of Olivia's beautiful bum.
She had trembled a couple of times at the feel of his fingers, and the
slightly chilled feel of the lubricant inside her arse. But now she was
ready, and she turned her head, and said,
"I read in one thing that at first me on top is best."
"Yes," David agreed, marvelling again at this detachment. He reached down
past her, and held his cock pointing upright, feeling it slick in his
hand.
Olivia raised herself on her knees, shuffled down his flanks a bit, and
positioned herself above his cock, taking it in her hand, David took his
away, putting them on her back, giving her support if she wanted to lean
back at him.
But at this point keeping her back straight, Olivia lowered herself, down
and down, guiding his cock, until she felt the tip of it against her
little brown arsehole. She savoured that new sensation for a minute, told
herself to relax herself, and pressed down on to David's cock.
"Umph" she said, very, very softly, at the feeling of the tip of his cock
inside her rear entrance, just the tip of it, she could feel herself
stretching. Olivia took a deep breath, and pressed down, and her teeth
clenched, she opened her thighs wider, and pressed down, David was
experienced enough to control the thrusting urge, he waited, loving the
tightness of her arse around his cock, loving the way she was slowly
lowering herself on to it, feeling her tight around him.
With another deep breath, Olivia pressed her body down further, and then
with an "Ohhh" she knew he was fully inside her, "that feels fucking
amazing," she said, and she paused for a moment, feeling the fullness of
his cock inside her, the stretchiness she felt around her arsehole, the
way deeper inside there seemed to be more room, she wiggled her bum on his
belly, she knew this was going to be a very successful experiment.
David looked at her arse as it sat on his belly, his mind swimming with
the sensation of being inside her, the tightness of her arsehole around
the base of his cock. Still he resisted the need to thrust, keeping
himself flat on the bed.
Olivia slowly raised herself, lifted until she sensed that his tip was
close to the hole again, then lowered herself, raised up again until she
thought about half way, then lowered, feeling the stretchiness and the
filling.
"This is so fucking incredible," she said again, moving a hand to her
mound, her finger found her clit, mashed at it, lifting and lowering
herself. Now she wanted him to come in her, to come in her arse, but first
she wanted something else.
"Get the camera," she said hoarsely, it wasn't hurting at all, in a way
she was slightly disappointed, but nevertheless it was wonderful.
David reached over and took the camera.
"I want," she gasped, raising and lowering some more, her fingers hard on
her clit, "I want a picture...now" she said, and she raised herself so
that she knew half of his cock was still inside her. She heard the camera
click, she lowered herself so her bum again rested on his belly, his cock
fully inside. "And now," and David took the photo for her, and waited, but
his hips were telling him it was time for more, he loved the feel of her
arse on the skin of his belly.
"I need..." she was panting now, she knew she would come soon, her mind
was going somewhere else, "I need you to go in and out of me faster," and
she lifted herself fully from him, and got on her hands and knees beside
him, her thighs apart, one hand found her clit again, she waited, rubbing
hard at her clit, the odd relaxing feeling in her arse as she had lifted
from his cock receding.
David knelt up behind her, took his cock and guided the tip to her
arsehole, slightly open and waiting, he could hear a soft little
squelching as Olivia fingered at her vulva, he pressed the tip of his cock
into her arse, heard her gasp.
"Take a picture of it going in," she panted, and he did so, when she heard
the click, she panted, "Now fuck it...fuck my arse...fill it up...ohhh"
and she moaned and umpphed, and pressed her bum back at his body, and
flexed her arsehole around his cock, this did hurt just a tiny, beautiful
amount, and she loved it.
She was resting her weight on her shoulders now, her hand frantic between
her thighs, the wetness slipping and sliding around her fingers increasing
and increasing.
"Take a couple more," she gasped, the tension deep in her belly getting to
her limit, her mind doing its best to focus on the thrusting at her arse,
at the growing tension there.
David took a couple of more pictures, then had to drop the camera. His
hands went to her hips, firm and heated against his skin, and he started a
firmer, harder thrusting into her. Little spurts from her cunt were
splashing on to his thighs and balls now, he banged his cock into her
arse, the sounds ringing in his ears, the slapping of his thighs against
her bum, her gasps and moans, he had to admit he was a little surprised at
some of the words coming from her mouth.
"Ohhh fukkkkkkkkkkk," she shuddered, her thighs tightened, David watched
the tensing of her back, the skin of her bum tight and tensing, he looked
at the rim of her arsehole as his cock slid back and forth into her, felt
her tightening and tightening on him, could hold back not much longer.
"Fuck fuck fuck" Olivia was gasping now, then her whole body almost
convulsed, "Ohh fuckkkkk," and she had come, and he could do nothing else,
with a grunt, and a huge thrust of his hips, he slammed his cock deep,
deep into her arse, and the white heat surged through his cock, and he
shuddered, and it all exploded into her, and for a moment his mind went
blank, and he spasmed again, and another little burst erupted into
Olivia's beautiful arsehole, and gasped. The feel of the wet warmth
splashing into her bum was wonderful, amazing, her mind lost the words, it
was just incredible.
"OH fuck that was so good," she panted, and then, "take pictures as you
take it out, please do that, I need to see," and David limply picked up
the camera, and took a picture of his cock leaving her arse, another and
another of it as it gaped briefly as his cock left it, another and another
as it slowly closed, another of a small stream of white that dribbled out
after his cock.
Olivia collapsed onto her belly now, and David collapsed onto her back,
she could feel the hotness of his cock against the skin of her arse. After
a few moments he rolled to his side next to her, and there was quiet, just
the slow recovering of normal breathing, and Olivia's continual little
sighs of satisfaction. She rolled on to her back, lifted her knees up,
closed her thighs, squeezed them shut against the trembling and tingling
that still twitched between her legs, and deep in her belly. Finally she
felt capable of coherent speech.
"That was just so wonderful David," and she reached across, and kissed his
lips, and her breasts brushed his chest, and she giggled as the corner of
her eye caught his cock's reaction to the feel of her nipples grazing the
sensitive skin of his still panting chest.
"It sure was," David said, "it was fantastic." He kissed her lips, and a
new tenderness intruded on the scientific atmosphere, and she snuggled up
against him, after picking up the camera.
Olivia looked at the pictures, giggling, and saying "oh my" and making
other approving noises. She was particularly fascinated by the picture
showing her arsehole just after his cock had left it. It was wide open,
she had no idea it could ever have gotten that big, and clearly showed the
inside of it for quite a few centimetres, red, and she looked intently at
the ridges inside it.
"Who would ever have thought I would have such a graphic picture of the
inside of my bum," and she laughed. "It has closed up hasn't it? I would
hate to think I'll walk around with my bum hole that big forever." And
they both laughed.
"Of course," David said, his cock hardening at the way she was talking. He
showed her the rest of the pictures, the ones showing her opening as it
closed over to its normal shape and size.
Olivia pressed her body to his, and thoughts, not new ones, moved through
her mind.
"Thank you so much for helping with my research David," and they both
laughed at the ridiculousness of it. "Um...I did have some other projects
in mind?" and she lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyebrows arched,
and smiled.
"Oh yes?" he smiled back, and his cock jumped again at the suggestion.
"Such us?"
"Well," and she drew out the word, "now that I have such a great picture
of my bum like that, I think I would like a picture of...you know...my
other hole, after..."
"After it's been fucked?" David was intentionally crude, he loved the way
she had been talking in the heat of her orgasm.
"Exactly," Olivia laughed, and kissed him again. They were silent for a
few moments. "Are you busy for the rest of the day?" she asked cautiously
now, not wanting to interfere with his privacy.
"Not at all," he kissed her, "except for scientific research." And again
their shared laughter.
Olivia felt the tingles in her belly rising.
"If we're going to do that," David said, wishing he hadn't said if, and
wishing he didn't have to bring this up at all, "it would be best if I had
a shower, just a hygiene thing, before it goes...you know.."
"In my cunt," and David's mind nearly exploded with excitement at the
sound of her using that word. "Yes, I read that. Besides, that is a new
research topic," she went on, "sucking cock in the shower, I've never done
that. Never been fucked in one either."
"We have time for all that research today, I'm sure," he said, and they
both knew there would be many more afternoons of research.
"Definitely," Olivia agreed, and stood up from the bed, and took his hand,
and together, holding hands, they walked to the bathroom.
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