When Martin met Rachel. Pt.3.

When Martin met Rachel. Pt.3. [part 3 of 3]
By: Otazel (otazel@hotmail.co.uk)

WHEN MARTIN MET RACHEL. Pt.3.

Five weeks. That's all it had been, five weeks, and yet it seemed as though it had been forever. Being with Rachel now seemed to be just a normal part of life, something that I took for granted would always be so, yet it was only five weeks ago that I first met her.

On that first night I had driven her home from a night out with her friends, and we had stopped for her to answer call of nature. That stop ended with us having sex, and at the same time relieved me of my virginity at the age of twenty-two. The next day we met again and this time we made love - as opposed to fucking, I mean - and so kick-started a relationship that we both now believe will last forever. Four days later I moved in with her.

Now I was driving home from work to her house - our house - along the same road that I had taken on that first night and I had just passed the spot where we stopped for that first magical union. Ok, I know I'm sounding sloppy, but I'm in love with her, and there are flowers on the back seat to prove it.

She is a truly beautiful women, tall, well made, with the most fabulous breasts and legs. Her eyes are a very pale shade of blue, which contrasts so well with her long tresses of very dark brown, nearly black, hair, and they occasionally flash with an icy fire when she's mad about something. It's almost worth annoying her just to see them shine. She's strong too, not over muscled, but there's not a bit of flab anywhere and she's not skinny either. Solidly athletic is the best way to describe her.

As I drove along I began thinking about the headlong rush that was our relationship and most especially the sex-life part of it. I've already said that I was completely inexperienced, having never had sex in my life with anyone before Rachel, and although she had enjoyed a regular sex life, it had, as I understand it, been a bit monotonous and one-sided. Then there had been a momentous transformation in our lives. I had gone from girl-shy, introverted man with no self confidence who avoided all sexual contact to almost the opposite, a sexually self assured man quite capable of initiating sex and then taking control in the bedroom. This was all down to Rachel, who had accepted me for what I am, given me support when I needed it and followed my lead when I felt able to take it. Now we were a sexually active couple with a blossoming sex life which we now ready to push further.

Up till now we had been fully occupied, if that's the right term, with making up for lost time, satiating ourselves with nearly non-stop sex. We'd experimented with different positions, with oral sex, with sex in different rooms, etc. and all the things that young couples tend to do, but we had yet to blossom into full sexual partners who hold nothing back from each other. As yet we didn't quite now our own or each others limits, fantasies, and dreams. I was still discovering Rachel's needs, as I'm sure she was mine.

I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that it was time to start pushing at our boundaries and as I drove along I determined that at the next appropriate time I would try and find out just what Rachel really fancied, what her deepest, darkest, secret sexual desires were. I already knew from that first night that she liked a little pain sometimes, but just how far did that liking extend and what else did she fantasize about? I wanted to find out and I set to thinking of how I could do so. Unfortunately I had no real idea short of straight out asking, and though I racked my brains I was still short of inspiration when I turned into our drive.

I wanted to put the flowers in a vase, and then leave them on the kitchen table with the card for Rachel to find whenever she next went in there, so I carefully turned my key and slipped in through the back door as quietly as I could. I knew that she hadn't seen the car, or she would have been at the door to greet me.

I padded silently into the kitchen, placed the flowers on the table and opened the cupboard door in search of a vase. But as I did so I noticed a faint but definite buzzing noise. I stopped and listened. There was no mistake, there it was again, increasing and decreasing at short but regular intervals. I strained my ears trying to figure out what it could be, then amid the buzzing I detected the slight sound of a woman's gasp and it came to me. It was the sound of a vibrator. I had no idea that Rachel even possessed one, which only goes to show how much we needed the discussion I was planning. But now my cock sprang to attention and I just had to go and catch her in the act, the thought of seeing her with a vibrator in her pussy made my heart pound and sent adrenalin rushing through me.

Leaving the flowers where they were I stepped quietly into the hall, stopping there and listening for guidance. The noise came from upstairs. Carefully and silently I climbed the stairs, pausing at just before reaching our partly open bedroom door to have another listen. Yes, it was still there, louder now and still rising and falling in volume over her plainly audible gasps as, I guessed, she thrust it in and out of herself. Jesus, but it sounded good.

After a little hesitation because I didn't know how she would react, I stepped into the doorway and into plain view, doing it quickly to try and catch a good glimpse before she saw me and stopped. I needn't have worried about that, she was lying naked on the bed facing me, her feet spread wide, her back arched and her head tilted right back so that she was staring at the ceiling. With one hand she was thrusting a large black and gold vibrator rapidly in and out of herself while the other played with her clitoris. She was gasping and moaning to herself and obviously rapidly approaching her orgasm. What a turn on, I just stood and watched. Seeing Rachel masturbate was the most erotic experience I ever dreamed possible and I just stood transfixed.

But you might guess that the sight didn't last for long. Rachel must somehow have sensed someone's presence, for she suddenly stopped and looked at the door, alarm written large across her face. Seeing someone there she let out a yell, pulled the vibrator from her pussy with such force that it flew from her grip, slammed her legs together and instinctively covered herself with her hands. Then realising that it was me she blushed bright scarlet and began to babble.

"Oh, Martin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know why I was doing that. I didn't need to do it, you're enough for me honestly. I'm really sorry, it's just that I was thinking of you and me and it turned me on. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, honestly. You can throw the thing away if you like." She looked round wildly for her lost vibrator.

"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. That was the horniest thing I've ever seen. Please stop saying sorry, I certainly won't throw `the thing' away and you can use it as often as you like."

"But you shouldn't have been there. How long had you been watching? Why didn't you say something? How come you're home so early?" Typical! Defence was turning to attack, though she still lay red faced and naked, one hand covering her pubes and the other across her breasts.

I grinned; after all, it was not often I have her at a disadvantage. I ignored her questions and asked my own.

"Why are you covering yourself up? I have seen you before, you know?"

She looked down at herself then self consciously moved her hands a little, one to her thigh and the other onto the flat of her stomach. But her knees remained nailed firmly together. I decided it was time to turn her embarrassment to my benefit.

"Have I left you frustrated?"

She grinned wryly. "No, I kinda cooled off in a hurry."

That wasn't the answer I expected or wanted, but I pressed on. "Wouldn't you like to cum, then?"

She looked longingly at the bulge in my trousers where I definitely hadn't cooled off, and jumped to the wrong conclusion. I didn't dissuade her.

"Oh, yes please." Her hand moved subconsciously back to her breast, but this time not to cover it.

"You'd better carry on then, and I'll watch you till you cum." Confusion, embarrassment, and excitement chased each other across her face and I knew I'd hit the spot.

She groaned, looking hot and anxious at the same time. "Martin, I couldn't do that. I'd be too embarrassed."

"Yes you can, wouldn't you like me to watch you play with yourself?" My voice was getting a bit breathless too.

"Yes, but I can't, I really can't, whatever would you think of me?"

I don't know what made me say what I said next, but unexpectedly it was exactly the right thing. It pressed an unexpected button that opened up a whole new aspect of our sex life.

"I'd think you were a slut." I said it quite unsympathetically and Rachel groaned with surprise and instant arousal.

When I saw Rachel's reaction I pressed home my advantage, not quite sure of my ground but feeling suddenly adventurous. Perhaps we could expand our horizons a little after all.

"I'd think you were a slut who would do anything that was asked of her. A horny little slut, a whore, a dirty whore with no morals and an ever-ready cunt."

Rachel wriggled softly with pleasure and the hand on her breast began to massage it, moulding the soft flesh beneath her fingers.

"Yes, yes I suppose I am, aren't I?" She whispered, blushing. "I'm a horny little slut. Tell me again what I am."

"You are a whore, a harlot, a sex-slut. You are just a walking fuck, an ever open hole, a dirty tart with a wet cunt. And now you are going to play with yourself like the slut you are, and I'm going to watch."

Rachel's breathing was coming in sharp gasps, her legs slid open and she looked around again for her vibrator, not realising it had fallen near her feet. After a couple of unsuccessful moments searching she gave in, lay back and her hand went to her clit instead, to begin rubbing frantically at it in an urgent need to climax.

"Tell me what you're doing. I want to hear you describe it."

"I'm stroking my pussy. I'm trying to bring myself off, so that you can see me cum. I want you to see me cum."

"It's not a pussy. It's a cunt. Sluts have cunts not pussies, don't they?"

"Yes, yeesss. That's right. It's a cunt, my cunt, and your cunt whenever you want it."

"So tell me again what you are doing."

Her first two fingers were flying across her clit and her hips were beginning the involuntary little twitching that heralded her approaching climax. "I'm playing with my cunt, rubbing my clit, and I'm going to cum soon. Please watch me cum. Please watch my cunt cum, I want you to see me do it."

For the next few minutes neither of us spoke, I watched absolutely spellbound as Rachel's fingers strummed, flicked, pinched and pulled at her clit, groaning all the time as she got closer and closer to orgasm. The only sounds were the rhythmic noises of her fingers at work on her clit and her heavy, ragged breathing. Her eyes remained fixed on mine all the time, little smiles flitting across her face before her face muscles started to go rigid and her back began to arch again and I knew she was close.

"Tell me when you're going to cum"

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming now, watch me, please watch me, look at my cunt now, I'm cumming, I'm cuummmminnng!"

Her bottom bounced on the bed as her hips jerked and twitched in uncontrolled spasms, one hand grabbed at her breast and pulled it savagely while the other pressed itself hard against her clit until her orgasm passed. I was so turned on that I could hardly stop myself from jumping on her and fucking her, but somehow it seemed inappropriate.

After she had finished she lay staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving and her tongue circling dried lips until she'd got herself together again enough to speak.

"Oh God, Martin, I don't know what got into me to do that. I've never felt able to be like that before. It felt so good to have you watching, but I know I behaved badly, I'm sorry."

"Will you ever stop saying sorry? There is nothing to be sorry for my darling. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Rachel giggled, a nervous little giggle. "You said that a few minutes ago, when you first came in."

"I did, didn't I? Well then, you just got even hotter!"

Rachel looked at me, a suddenly serious look on her face. "I loved it when you called me names. But you don't really think that of me, do you?"

I walked over to the bed and sat next to her, taking one of her hands in mine. "No sweetheart. I think you're wonderful, the sexiest lady I've ever met - with the emphasis on lady."

"Except when I'm being a tart!" Her breathing was nearly back to normal and her sense of humour had returned.

"Except when you're being a tart." I echoed, still amazed by what had happened.

"Can you cum again?" I asked, the beginnings of an idea forming, but unsure just how much her climax had taken out of her.

"With a little help from a friend." Rachel smiled and her eyes sparkled in a way that said everything.

I wasn't quite sure if she meant me or her vibe, but I was so bloody randy I intended it to be me, so I stood up again and quickly undressed. Then I settled next to her, put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me and whispered into her ear.

"Come here then, and we'll see what happens."

"Kiss me first then, so that I know you've forgiven me."

I still had my arm around her shoulders and I just pulled her over on top of me, locking her mouth onto mine and kissing her like there would be no tomorrow.

"Mmm. Now I know that you didn't mind."

She smiled and wriggled her belly against my erection. I kissed her again just to shut her up. Our lust had temporarily given way to simple need, we were still feeling horny, but without the urgency. I suppose we were busy reinforcing the bond we have after what we'd been doing in the past half hour.

I like kissing and so does Rachel, so it was no problem for us to lie together for ages, just exploring each others mouths and feeling the love that was growing between us, though after a while her weight lying on my erect cock did become a bit much. I think Rachel realised that it must be uncomfortable because just as I was beginning to think of moving she shuffled herself around a little to move her weight. Then she reached her hand down between us, releasing my cock to freedom between her legs. I gave a little grunt of pleasure, my cock was standing between her thighs, just touching their join and the cheeks of her arse, and I could feel the cool air wafting deliciously against its hot damp hardness.

Rachel's wriggling had dislodged my hands from their comfortable position around her shoulders and I found myself running them up and down the lovely soft skin of her back, gently stroking her from neck to buttocks with alternate hands. She smiled into my mouth with soft `Mmm' of approval.

This was all very nice, but I was still feeling actively horny and it was going through my mind to roll us over and make gentle love. But just then Rachel, who must have remembered my original request that we repeat our first encounter, reached down and grasped my cock again, fondling it as she guided the head towards the entrance to her pussy. Who was I to go against her wishes? I wriggled a little and pushed gently, sliding my cock into her warm and slippery hole.

It reminded me in a way of our first time, when she had been in a similar position on top of me on the grass, but this time there was no reluctance on my part and I began gently thrusting in and out of her, at the same time running my fingers along her spine.

It didn't take long before we were getting hot again and Rachel carefully moved position so that she was now on her knees above me, resting on outstretched arms to allow her breasts to swing free over my face. Then she began rising and falling on my cock, so I just lay there and let her. What else was I to do, and in any case I knew from past experience that it would become a very sexy fuck.

Indeed it did, but not quite in the way I envisaged.

I was still running my hands up and down her back and reaching as far as I could onto her buttocks, which was actually not very far when she was at the bottom of her stroke. But then she decided to tease, and she paused at the top with her nipples just an inch or so above my face and just the head of my cock resting inside her. Instinctively I tried to push deeper, and she moved with me, a mischievous grin on her face.

This movement brought her bottom within my reach and let me fondle her cheeks, cupping them in my hands while massaging them with my fingers. But one hand was a little too low for comfort, and in trying to reposition it on the full roundness of her bum cheek I found my finger tips resting just in the crack of her arse. I found this little accidental trespass quite stimulating and so I left it there, and when Rachel's little `mmm' told me that she didn't mind I explored a little further, reaching back with my other hand to explore from the other side. Again she had made no move to avoid the contact or to slide back along my cock to thwart me, so I took that as a sign to go further, and with one finger I ran along the depth of her crack until it skated over her puckered little anus. This time her `mmm' was louder and more pronounced and I noticed her eyes were closed and her breathing had become ragged. I moved my finger back until it rested openly against her rear entrance, just to test the water, so to speak.

She still made no protest and that gave me the confidence to twist my fingertip against her little hole, trying to gain access, trying to push into her, but it was without any success. She was just too tight and dry to admit me, so after a moments thought I moved my finger lower until I found her pussy, managing to wriggle it into her alongside my cock, coating it to the first knuckle with her copious lubrication. I spread her juices back to her anus, then returned to her pussy for more, and all the time she kept rigidly still, silently willing me on, wanting me to penetrate her anus.

This time when I twisted my wetted finger against her entrance I felt it give a little, allowing just the tip of my finger to slide inside. She was tight, so very tight and so very exciting. I collected more pussy juice and pushed again, an extra half inch of finger went in and she moaned out loud, pushing down very slightly to help me enter. Another push, another half inch gained, and another moan of pleasure. Now I pulled back a little before pushing, trying to make my invasion more of a gentle finger fuck and building up a gentle rhythm that Rachel matched with small movements against me. My finger was now moving easily in and out of her as far as my second knuckle, which was as far as I could reach in this position.

This was the first time I had ever entered, or even touched, a woman's anus and I was finding the experience very erotic and exceptionally arousing. I could feel my finger moving inside her against the head of my cock, which still lay inside her pussy and was separated from my finger only by thin membranes. I wondered vaguely what it would feel like the other way around, with my finger in her pussy and my cock in her arse.

"That's nice."

Her whisper was tight and husky, revealing how turned on she was as much as telling that she approved. I grasped the opportunity to find out more.

"Would you like me to fuck your arse properly one day?" I asked her softly.

"Yes, please. I sometimes fantasize about having my bottom fucked. Would you really do that to me?" She looked down at me with a pleading look in her eyes, not sure if I'd disapprove.

I felt a surge of excitement. "I'd love to. I'll do it whenever you want me to."

"Really?" Her eyes shone.

"Anytime!" I'd thought about anal sex long before I met Rachel, from first seeing it done in a porn film.

I'd been wondering how to find out about her fantasies and perhaps this was it, so long as I took things slowly.

"Tell me why being called names turned you on?" I asked quietly, holding her face close to mine and thrusting gently into her as she knelt above me.

"I don't know, perhaps because I really wanted to be a slut right then, I wanted you to look at me doing something naughty. The idea of acting obscenely for you was a hell of a turnon and it gave me a real buzz when you told me to bring myself off. Don't you know, I just love the idea of being ordered to do something I shouldn't."

"Why did you like being watched?" I breathed the question very quietly and sexily into her ear.

"I don't know." She thought quietly for a minute as I fucked her softly, then. "In fact, yes, I do know, it's just so very sexy to have someone see you in your most vulnerable moments. I loved you watching, it made me feel so helpless and exposed and that was great."

"Is it something you've fantasized about before?"

She was beginning to move against me, matching my thrusts with little movements of her own. "Yes, many times, sometimes I dream about being made to do it in front of an audience."

I let my finger slip from her arse so that I could hold her properly. She frowned fleetingly and wriggled her bottom as if to express disapproval, but she didn't complain. We both knew it would find its way back in sometime or other.

"What sort of audience? One person, a few, a lot, how many?" I was pressing for more detail, and I think vocalising her desires was stimulating Rachel as well.

"Sometimes just one or two, sometimes many, - in one fantasy I was on a stage in a theatre doing it." Her breathing was becoming ragged.

"Is it always men, or do you fantasize about women watching you?" I was deliberately pushing the boundaries, trying to find what she really thought.

"I've never fantasized of doing it willingly in front of a woman, but I did once dream of being forced to do it for women, and that was an incredible thrill."

She was thrusting herself down on me more forcefully now and her hips were gyrating softly, the very personal nature of exchange was arousing her more and more. She was enjoying telling me of her desires now, and I was still pushing into her, keeping things nice and slow while she spoke so openly.

"Would you like to watch others as well?"

"Yes, and before you ask, both sexes, and I do fantasize of watching other couples fuck."

The conversation, held at whisper level, was turning me on tremendously and I desperately wanted to fuck her hard until we both came. But I also wanted to take these disclosures as far as I could, I'd told myself I wanted to know these things and I knew I wouldn't get a better chance.

"Would you like to watch a couple fuck in real life, and let them watch you?"

"Oohh, yes! God, that would be really something! Would you fuck me for someone to watch us?"

I could see that the idea was a big turn on for her. Then I realised I'd like it too, having someone watch us fuck. "Yes, I'd fuck you anywhere, anytime."

I'm not sure if she picked up on the change from possibility to probability, but she didn't recoil at the idea if she did.

In fact that's when she climaxed, as if the thought had tipped her into the abyss. She rammed herself down hard onto me as her orgasm struck, lifted herself once and then ground herself against me with all the force she could muster. Her head was lifted from mine by the muscular tension within her and she let out a wail of pleasure that lasted until her orgasm died away, then she slumped back against me, leaving me feeling distinctly tender and very frustrated.

"God, that was good" As she spoke she turned her head to look at me. "Did you mean that? About fucking in company?"

I nodded and she sighed with satisfaction before she continued.

"Now, believe it or not I'm still randy, so can we keep talking sexy? You can ask me whatever you want. It turns me on."

I was up for that. I hadn't cum at all yet and my balls were beginning to complain about the fact. But I was still determined to learn everything I could about the things that turned Rachel on, and then I was going to fuck her hard.

"Then tell me what else you fantasize about. Tell me your deepest secrets, what really, really turns you on but you haven't dared say. Don't hold back, it won't matter."

Rachel sat up and thought for a few minutes, her fingers automatically finding their own way between us to touch her clit, and for a minute I thought she was going just going to play with herself. But then she spoke.

"Will you spank me sometimes, and pull my nipples like you did before, please? But I mean spank me properly, you know, like put me across your knee and paddle my behind. I know it's strange but I'd like sex to hurt sometimes, and I mean really hurt."

I had no trouble agreeing to that, I'd fantasized about doing just that too, especially putting someone across my knee. If pushed I suppose I'd have to admit to a mildly sadistic streak and I like the idea of inflicting pain, especially if it turns the recipient on as well. This was like being told that the sweet shop was all mine.

"Yes, Rachel, I'd love to do that! Is there anything else?"

"Can I tell you what else I really want? But please don't think badly of me for it, I can't help what I fantasize about, and you don't have to do it if it doesn't work for you."

I nodded and she continued, a little nervously at first but then the words tumbled out.

"I want you to take me roughly, just fuck me anyway you like, make me do things, anything. Don't ask my permission, just take me, you can swear at me, call me dirty names - you already know how I like that, just make me feel like a `thing' instead of like a woman, I want you to humiliate me, make me cry, do anything you want."

She paused and looked down at me. I'd wanted to know where her inclinations and her limits lay, but this was a bit more than I had bargained for and I wasn't sure that I could cope. It wasn't that I didn't fancy dominating her; it was just the degree that momentarily fazed me. I had no idea of the depth of her submissive tendencies. The shock on my face must have shown because she immediately gripped my arm in alarm.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all that, pretend I didn't. I don't expect you to do those things anyway, you're too nice."

"Don't you be too sure." My voice was thick with pent up excitement when I eventually answered. "How far do you want me to go?"

An excited smile chased the anxiety across her face. "As far as you like, just make me your slut. Make me do things I wouldn't dare do on my own. Make me do things that I don't like doing. Even make me do them with other people watching if you want. I'll do anything you want, anything, and I'd love to have other people see us."

I was so glad Rachel was able to tell me her darkest desires, and although they were far more than I had expected, they were also turning me on unbelievably. I could tell that Rachel was getting more and more aroused again as she played with herself while sliding up and down on my shaft as we talked. I really hoped we could cum together, that would be the icing on today's cake, but right now I needed to see just how far she wanted us to go. If she wanted more than I could give, then I'd have to steer her away from it.

"Would you like other people to do more than just watch?"

She understood immediately. "Yes! If you want them to."

"Would you like other people to fuck you?"

"Oh God! Yes, but only if you told me to, and then I'd love to be fucked while you watched me."

"By both men and women?" I was really pushing it now, but the subject was obviously making her horny.

"Oh, Martin, I'm straight, I don't fancy women." She hesitated, and then continued. "But I'd do it if you wanted me to, if you ordered me to. As I've told you, I want to be made to do the things I don't want to."

"How many of those things would you want to do for real?" It was my final question, and I was nearly panting from pure lust as I asked it. I was scared and aroused in equal measure by her revelations.

"I want to do everything that you'd like me to do." Her answer was simple and certain, even if a little ambiguous and even though it came out like a gasp of want.

That was about as much as I could absorb in one go. In less than half an hour I'd found that my girl was both extremely adventurous and incredibly submissive, and, more to the point, quite prepared to go further than I would. That was going to take a little getting used to, even if I had pushed her there myself. I didn't want to hear any more. Perhaps it was time to change theory into practise before I scared myself out of trying.

"Would you like me to fuck your arse now?" I asked her abruptly.

"Yes, yes, but please don't ask, just do it, I don't want you to ask, I want you to just do things to me."

She looked down at me then went on, trying to make me understand.

"I do want you to, but it wouldn't matter if I didn't, you should do it anyway."

I could see that I was going to have to clarify this consent issue before long.

"Ok. Right then, what have we got that I can use as lubrication?"

It was clear to me that while an inch or so of finger might enter her anus fairly easily, the full length of a penis would need help, and I've been told that mine is not a small one.

"Wait!"

She climbed off, abruptly dislodging both my finger and my cock, and went across to her dressing table. Reaching into one of her drawers she pulled out a large tube, something like a tube of paint but with the legend `Personal Lubricating Gel'. It was for her vibrator I supposed, just something else I hadn't known she possessed. She made to hand the tube to me.

"No, you do it. I want you to put it on both of us."

She looked at me a little strangely before she knelt on the bed, unscrewed the cap from the tube and squeezed a good sized blob onto her fingers. Then she leaned forward and took hold of my cock, spreading the gel all along the shaft and over the head. I must admit that the cold slipperiness of her gel covered fingers on my hot hard cock was tremendously stimulating and I almost wanted her to wank me off instead,. But then the urge to fuck her anally rallied and I let her continue.

She obviously didn't think that she'd used enough, because she squeezed another blob onto her fingers and spread that just over the head of my cock. Once again I was blown away by the incredibly erotic feeling of her lubricating my cock.

Having done that she put some more gel on her fingers and, still kneeling and facing me, reached behind herself to lubricate herself, but I stopped her.

"No, not like that." She looked at me curiously.

"I want you to turn around to face away from me and get on all fours ready for me to fuck you, and then you can reach between your legs and grease your own arse. But make sure that I can see you do it."

Her face turned red and she opened her mouth as if to argue, but then she turned around and did as she had been told. Kneeling on all fours she reached back through her legs with her gel laden fingers, searching for the entrance to her own anus. I moved forward and, using both hands, held her arse cheeks open for her. This gave me the most intimate sight as her searching fingers found their mark and I watched them spreading gel around the rim of her anus.

"Push your finger in and do the inside, please." I instructed her.

She didn't object, in fact she sexily finger-fucked her own arse for several minutes groaning and sighing with pleasure all the time. Watching her finger slowly pushing in and out of her own backside, disappearing into her tight little hole as far as the first knuckle then pulling back out, but it was absolutely beautiful. My cock was rock hard and ready to burst by the time she had finished, but finally she withdrew her finger, rested her head on her folded arms and presented me with her raised backside.

"I'll try not to hurt." I said in reassurance as I shuffled closer on my knees.

"I don't care, just fuck me." She was panting with desire now; the humiliation of having to display herself to me had worked its magic.

I moved in close and touched her anus with the tip of my cock.

"Yes, do it, please do it." Her need was urgent.

For about thirty seconds I teased her by running the tip of my cock up and down her crack, listening to her moan with need and frustration, then I stopped, lined up my cock on her arse and began to push, gently but continuously. She moaned again and pushed back a little, trying to force the issue and take me into her. I was going to do this at my speed, so as she pushed I slackened off, negating her efforts.

"Come on, fuck me, fuck my arse." She was almost crying with anticipation and lust.

"Shut up, I'll do it my way." My voice brought immediate silence and she stayed stock still, breathing heavily. Surprise and an unexpected thrill had shocked her into submission.

Now I began to push again, slowly, so slowly, forcing my cock passed the ring of her sphincter muscles. She whimpered a little as her little hole stretched to take me, but she didn't attempt to pull away and I kept going, not wanting to hurt her but at the same time sort of hoping that I was. I was looking down all the time, guiding my cock, making sure that it didn't slip away from its target, and the sight of her anus opening to let my cock inside was so, so bloody hot. I kept pushing, seeing the tip make headway, then the main part of my cock head, until finally, with almost an audible plop, the entire head of my cock slipped past her sphincter and buried itself in her rectum. She cried out a little with pain at my entry, but I could hear her repeatedly muttering `oh yes' under her breath as she accommodated my cock.

I wanted to savour the feel of my cock inside her arse, so I stayed motionless for quite a while, just soaking up the sensation of my cock inside her hot tight back passage, feeling the constriction of her sphincter around my shaft and the faint pulsing of her vaginal muscles coming through the walls of her rectum.

Then I began to push my way deeper into her. There was no further resistance and although her passage was noticeably tighter than her pussy, it expanded willingly to let me continue.

I had expected to have to make several partial penetrations before I could invade her with my full length, but so easily did my cock enter her that I was able to sink it right into her in one gentle but continuous thrust.

Then,when I was fully into her I gripped her hips and pulled her back against me, pressing my pubic bone against her bottom.

"That's it, now you've got all of me. How does it feel?" I wanted to know what she thought.

"God, Martin, its lovely. It's not at all like my pussy, but just as nice if not nicer. I'm glad we're doing it, aren't you? She was talking into the crook of her folded arms as she knelt before me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only a little bit, but that makes it even nicer. Are you pleased with my arsehole?"

I began to thrust gently, pulling back about two thirds before sliding back to full depth. "Yes, I'm very pleased with it, and when I cum I'm going to shoot it right into it. Will you like that?"

"Oh. Yes please, I want that."

"What do you want, tell me exactly?"

"I want you to cum inside my arse. I want to feel your cum shoot right inside me. Push your cock right deep inside my arse when you cum. Don't worry about hurting me; just fuck my arse hard until you fill it with cum."

Steadily but relentlessly I fucked her, slowly picking up speed and power until I was slamming into her arse as forcefully as I would her pussy, and slowly my orgasm began to build.

"Oh my God, that's fantastic, don't stop, fuck me harder."

Rachel was breathless from arousal and desperate for me to keep fucking her. I wasn't about to stop. Soon I could feel my balls begin to tighten and that old familiar liquid fire start to flow deep within me.

"I'm going to cum soon." I wanted her to be ready.

"Me too!" She just managed to gasp out the two words before a huge orgasm engulfed her,

From my angle behind her, all I could see was her body heaving and twitching and her hands grabbing at handfuls of duvet as she fought to remain still for me, but I could hear her climax. She was letting out an almost continuous stream of `ooohs!' in a gasping, breathless voice, each one reflecting another wave of pleasure coursing through her. I watched and listened as I tried to ram my cock deeper and deeper into her warm silky rectum. Then I lost concentration as my own orgasm arrived.

My climax into Rachel's rectum was much more powerful than I expected. Whether it was the sense of taboo pleasure or just the beautiful soft tightness of her passage I've no idea, but I exploded into her like a bursting dam, spraying my cum deep inside her. Spurt after spurt jetted into her as my head went back, my hands gripped hard onto her hips to keep me pressed deep into her, and I cried out in ecstasy. It seemed that my whole body was in spasm, juddering and shuddering with the intensity of my peak, and only gradually returning to normal after my balls had emptied themselves totally into Rachel's arse.

One fantasy was fulfilled for us. How many of the others I would be able to deal with I wasn't sure yet.