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I was on way over to my best friend Steve. Although we both considered
ourselves to be straight, we had often masturbating sessions lasting well
into to the night. One time, quite recently, we were watching a porno where
the woman obviously enjoyed her butt pounded. We discussed whether anal sex
would be equally good when performed on men. The discussion lasted a while,
and, as horny we were, we decided to try it. We agreed to decide on who
should go first by rock, paper and scissors. I lost and rose on all fours,
still watching the porno. They were still at it. My dick was hard, but I
wasn't looking forward to getting fucked. I was quite sure, though, that anal
sex should be enjoyable - gays did it all the time, didn't they? At least I
would have a go at it after Steve had tried. It would be a nice trial before
we could fuck girls. I turned my head and saw Steve rolling on a condom. His
dick was much bigger than mine, and he was quite proud of it. He placed
himself between my legs, and I felt his stiff cock against my buttocks. He
placed one hand on my hip and used his other to point it to my rectum. The
pain was immense. His cock was still half way in my butt, but my scream of
agony made him withdraw it really quick. Both the masturbation session and
the experimentation were cut short. My butt ached for days afterwards, and we
didn't want to try it again.
Six months ago Steve moved with his mom and sister to another city, but it
wasn't a long drive between our homes. On my way over to him, I was thinking
of our miserable attempt, and decided anal sex was for porn stars, and not
common people. Steve's mother let me in, and she asked me if what I should
dress like. I was puzzled, and then Steve came down and said that he had been
invited to a costume party at a friend's house, but that if I didn't want to
go we could stay at his place. His mother was saying that it was important
that he went, as he needed to socialize more and meet friends here as well. I
felt a little pressured to say yes, and really I didn't mind going to a
party. I really needed to get rid of my status as a virgin. Steve had loaned
a Wolverine costume from his sister's boyfriend. They had just been at a
costume party last weekend. I asked what I should wear, and we racked our
brains to come up with something. It was either a Greek philosopher wearing a
bed sheet, or a football player wearing Steve's oversized (or smelly football
wear). "You could go as the other X-men figure!" Steve's mother beamed. I
said sure, and Steve's mother ran upstairs. Steve sat on the couch with a wry
smile. "Which x-men am I supposed to be? Magneto?" I was wondering why they
had more than one costume, and why they hadn't suggested it before. "It's
Mystique", said Steve still smiling. "Mystique? Isn't she a girl?" Before
Steve could answer I heard his mother coming down the stairs. She held up a
bright blue bodysuit. I was shocked. "We need to do some alterations, but
that is part of the magic of dressing up." Steve's mother was all into the
whole costume party thing, that's for sure. She told me to go try it on for
size. I went, albeit a little reluctant, into the bathroom.
I dressed down to my boxers, and sat down on the toilet, trying to figure out
how to put it on. It was very tight, but I managed to squeeze into it. "I'm
coming," I yelled and went to the living room. Steve laughed when he saw me.
His mother said that this would do perfectly, but that we needed to boost
something and hide some other parts. I didn't exactly know what she meant,
but I followed her upstairs. She told me that Rachel (Steve's sister) was
away this weekend, so we could loan some things from her. What things?, I
wondered. "First of all you need breasts, and secondly your underwear won't
do." "What's wrong with my underwear?" I asked. She pointed to the groin and
hip area, and said that I needed some panties that didn't wrinkle the
costume. I didn't have time to argue, because soon after I was handed a bra
and a pair of black panties. "These are no-line panties, and won't show. Go
and put them on." I did as she told me to. I was a little turned on by her
commanding me around. In the upstairs bath room I took off the bodysuit and
boxers. I slid the panties up my legs and then put on the bra. I looked
pretty ridiculous in the mirror. I had a woman's ass - at least that's what
Steve told me. I reckon it was a bit bigger than normal, and it stood out to
the rest of my body which was thin. I proceeded to put on the bodysuit once
more, hoping this would be the last time. Alas, Steve's mother could see the
panties through the fabric. I was sent in to change, while she found another
pair of panties. She slid some creamed colored panties under the door, and
told me to put them on. When I picked them up, I realized to my horror that
they had a thong back. The feeling of having something between my butt cheeks
was quite strange, and I hoped that you could see it through the fabric. Very
embarrassed I walked back to the bathroom with instructions on how to hide my
dick. Steve's mother was finally satisfied with how I looked, and helped me
stuff the bra. She put on the wig, belt, gloves, a revealing skirt and boots
that came with the costume. Lastly she painted my face blue. When I walked
over to the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked like a girl, and a
foxy one at that. My butt looked fabulous in Lycra.
When I walked downstairs, I kept reminding myself that I didn't know anyone
in this town, so the chances of being spotted in drag were miniscule. In any
way, I looked so good that it wouldn't matter. Steve was baffled by the way I
looked. He couldn't take his eyes of me. His mother soon left for work (she
worked as a nurse), and we opened up some beers. We had a good time before we
left to go over to the party, so much so that we were quite drunk and quite
late when we got there. The party was in full swing, and everyone seemed to
have a nice time. My reservations about going as a woman were gone. I enjoyed
the party, and even danced with some guys! Steve had dared me to pretend I
was his girlfriend. When I stood in the queue to the bathroom I overheard
some girls talking about anal sex. The girl told the other how good it was
when her boyfriend fucked her in the ass. Afterwards I saw Steve, who had
picked up two beers and was heading over to me. "You know, I think we should
kiss and be a little more intimate," he said, "that way we'll appear more
credible." "I'm not kissing you," I said, "I'm not kissing a guy!" He told me
that we didn't need to use tongue, and to appear a little more in love. He
said that he got a lot of praise by the guys in the football team for the way
I looked. They were apparently well impressed. I was actually quite
flattered, and even more so by the occasional touch and squeeze of my butt as
I passed other guys. I said OK. Steve leant forward and kissed me gently on
the lips, and embraced me. I felt so small next to him. Steve was much taller
and well built. We walked over to the coach and Steve sat down, and pulled me
on his lap. He stroked my thighs while he talked to the guy next to him. I
felt strange, and didn't understand why I was so turned on.
Later I found myself talking to this guy who seemed a little older than the
rest. The talk soon turned to sex, and since I was well into my role as
Steve's girlfriend I played along. I told him that we hadn't had sex, because
I wanted to wait until I got married. He laughed at this, and told me that I
shouldn't let social or religious dogmas stop me from enjoying sex. I felt a
little cornered by this, because it didn't want to come across as a prude, so
I admitted that we had tried anal sex, but it was really painful. The guy
told me that anal sex could be really wonderful, if performed correctly. "You
need to take it slow and use a lot of lubrication", he said. All the talk
about anal sex made me quite horny, and I was seriously thinking of trying it
once more.
Much later we were heading home. We were both really drunk. The light kissing
had escalated and we had actually French kissed in the middle of the
makeshift dance floor, in addition to him cupping my buttocks. I wasn't
feeling any guilt or shame over it, it was so natural. I was playing the role
of his girlfriend after all. I was looking forward to jerk off when we got
back to Steve's. We always jerked off before we went to bed. It was a kind of
a ritual. I wanted to try anal sex again, but I wasn't sure how to tell it to
Steve. I didn't want to come across as a slut or a homo. I guess I was,
though. We tiptoed upstairs in case Steve's mother was back, and I went to
the bathroom. I enjoyed looking at myself in the mirror. I washed off the
blue paint in my face, and went back to Steve. He was already naked and was
watching a porno. I took off the skirt and the top half of my suit while
watching the porno. I noticed that Steve had stopped watching it, and was
instead watching me. "Like what you see?" I asked him. He smiled, and told me
that he could easily jack off just looking at me in that suit. "Then you
should see my panty," I said, "It's a thong." He grinned, and told me to
strip down. I did, and told him what the guy had said about lubrication. "Ok,
so if we try it again, it won't hurt?" he asked. "Get some lube, and we'll
find out," I said coyly. Steve almost ran out, and came back with some
Vaseline he had found in the bathroom. He lubed in his rigid cock, while I
lubed my anus. I even put some inside the hole.
I lay down on my back on the, with a pillow to raise my ass. I only kept the
bra and the wig. I was really horny, and the porn wasn't helping. "Take it
real slow, ok?" I said. I spread my legs and he lowered himself on top of me.
"Ok, babe, just tell me when to stop," he said. After an initial fumbling, he
found the entrance. I felt a pang of trepidation when I felt his cock against
my anus. I tried to relax, and told him to gently insert it. I felt the
glands pass the sphincter. It was quite unpleasant, and I felt a need to go
to the toilet, but I urged him to continue. Steve gently pushed the cock
inside me inch by inch. I told him to wait when it was half way in, but soon
after the pain subsided and I told him to continue. When the cock was fully
inserted, he started to fuck me with long and slow thrusts. The feeling when
it passed my prostrate was so good, I even started to moan. I told him to go
faster, and this was even more delightful. It felt wonderful to be fucked,
and I understood why girls in porn enjoy it. Steve was close to climax, but I
was enjoying it too much. I told him not to come yet, but it was too late.
His thrusts were quite forceful, and I felt like a ragdoll. I felt the load
spurting up inside me as he came. Steve lay grunting and sweaty over me, with
his cock still sheathed in my butt. I wasn't finished, so I was quite angry.
"What's the matter with you? Can't you last more than a couple of minutes?" I
said crossly. "Sorry, but it was so fucking good," he said. I can do it
again, if you like. "You're damn right you will," I answered. He lay over to
his side and his flaccid penis slid out of me. I felt his semen dripped out
of my hole. Steve tried to jack off in order to get another erection, but he
didn't manage. "I'm too drunk," he said sheepishly. I was feeling distressed;
I really wanted more butt-action. "Do you think a blow job would help?" I
asked desperately. Steve's eyes widened. "Yeah, I think so." I ordered him to
clean and rinse his cock thoroughly.
When he got back from the bathroom, I told him to lie on his back. I was
dreading this, but it had to be done. I felt like the sex was aborted, so I
leant down to his member. It smelled like soap. I licked with the tip of my
tongue the length of his flaccid penis. No reaction. Damn it! I took it for
the very first time in my hand, and put the head in my mouth. I let my tongue
circle it, and I felt that something happened. It was a little gross to think
that I was having a cock in my mouth, but I continued. The erection came back
slowly, but steady. I tried to emulate what I'd seen in films, and it
appeared it worked. It didn't feel gross any more, and I was impressed by my
skills. Steve grunted as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. His cock was
now rock hard and I sat up. "Ready for round two?" I smiled. "Fuck yeah!" I
lubed my ass and his cock with more Vaseline, and straddled him. I pointed
his cock against my hole. This time it nearly slid right in. My cock had been
stiff all along, but now it was oozing pre cum. I sat down on his cock, and
looked Steve's eyes as I gently moved up and down. I loved the feeling of his
cock in me. Steve grabbed my hips, and started to thrust against me. I moved
one hand down to my dick, and started to jack off. I tried to hold back, but
I was too horny. I bucked and almost yelled as I came, spurting my load over
Steve's chest. I shuddered and leant forward so I was facing him, and let him
continue fucking me. He came moments later. I almost fell off him, laid over
next to him. We were both panting. Steve got up and turned off the lights and
grabbed the quilt, he lay down behind me, spooning me. I felt happy and
exhausted, and we immediately fell asleep.
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