I’d been seeing Luke for about six weeks — long enough for us to get more than physically intimate. I liked him. We were fucking like crazy. Now we were at the stage where we could share secrets.

One night he asked me, “What’s the freakiest thing a guy ever asked you to do?”

I’d put on a skimpy sheer robe to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine. Luke was still lying naked on my bed. I dreamily surveyed his muscled body as I thought about his question. I sat on the bed and sipped my wine.

“Is it what a guy asked to do, or is it the freakiest thing I ever let a guy do with me?” I asked.

Luke grinned wickedly. “That you let him do.”

I knew Luke never got jealous of my exes, so without hesitation I said, “My old boyfriend Danny used to like to come on my tits, then lick his own jizz off me.”

His eyes just about bugged out. “What?” he nearly shrieked.

It was my turn to wickedly grin.

I gave Luke the details of how Danny would be fucking my pussy or mouth, then pull out at the last second and spray my breasts with his load. After that, I’d lie back and watch him eat his goo off my bare flesh.

“And you… ” Luke’s voice was husky. “… you liked it?” His cock was stirring. Obviously, he liked the idea.

“Oh, yeah.” I shivered, remembering Danny’s wet, hungry tongue and how his chin would be dripping with his own spunk.

“Was he, uh, gay?” Luke asked. “Or, I mean, bi?”

“Nope,” I said. “Danny only liked to fuck pussy. But he craved come — or his own, anyway. Or eating it off me, at least.”

Luke’s cock was fully hard now. I eyed his face closely, still suspecting he’d asked me his initial question for a reason he hadn’t yet revealed.

I decided to give him an opening if he wanted to take this line of questioning further. I hoped he did. I liked when the right guy got freaky with me.

“What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever asked a woman to do?” I asked coyly, sipping more wine.

I was surprised when he blushed and looked away. He waved a dismissive hand. “C’mon, China.”

I shrugged. “Okay. But tell me this… ” I set aside the wineglass. “What freaky thing have you most wanted to do with me?”

“I… ” No longer blushing, now he just looked scared.

I reached across the bed and touched his hand gently. “You can tell me, Luke. Even if I don’t want to do it, I’ll listen. I like you. You’re a sweet guy, the kind of guy whose dreams ought to come true — if he has any.”

Now I was committed. But I meant what I’d said. I would definitely listen. I’d had plenty of unusual and fun sexual experiences — a little spanking, a fair amount of lesbian mischief — but I was always ready for something new.

I waited silently, realizing how badly I wanted Luke to tell me something I’d never heard before.

He sat up and looked me in the eyes.

“Okay. But first, I should say I’m not gay or bisexual. I have plenty of gay friends, too, but I just never felt that way about another dude. But… ”

But…

I held my breath.

“But,” he continued, “I like having a dildo in my ass. The sensation — it’s just incredible.” He winced, waiting for my reaction.

I grinned again. “I totally agree with you there.” Luke knew how much I liked anal.

My response seemed to give him courage. He said, bolder now, “Since I won’t let a guy fuck me, I’ve always wanted a woman — the right woman — to put on a strap-on and fuck my ass until I come.”

He slumped back as if drained from the effort of his confession.

I scooched swiftly across the bed, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek loudly. Excitement tingled all through me.

“I hope you’ll let me do that to you!” I whispered harshly against his ear.

He could only nod.

I got off the bed and flung away my robe. My nipples were hard and my pussy was slick all over again. I yanked open the special drawer in my dresser.

Luke watched wide-eyed as I took out my strap-on and wound the flexible band around my trim waist. I reached for lube and coated the black plastic cock I was now sporting.

Luke’s gaze was riveted on the artificial length. It wasn’t monster-sized, but I was sure it would give him the thrill he was looking for.

“How do you want it?” I asked, my voice shaking with desire.

He got off the bed. “Do me standing up,” he said in a raw whisper. Then he crossed to my bedroom’s full-length mirror and planted his hands on either side of it. He thrusted his taut ass out at me.

I stepped in behind him. Before this moment I’d never realized I had any urge to fuck a man in the ass. It was like discovering a new color in the rainbow.

I saw the ferocious grin on my face in the mirror, past Luke’s bent-over naked form.

I’d dildo-fucked girlfriends in the ass before, so this wasn’t completely alien to me. I set my lube-gleaming cockhead to the ring of Luke’s asshole.

He shuddered at the contact, but his mirror face was twisted with a dark pleasure. I rolled my plastic crown around his sweet vulnerable hollow.

I planted my feet, feeling a surge of sexual force. It was the same when I fucked a woman like this. Actually, this was even more intense, knowing I was basically taking Luke’s ass virginity.

It was one thing to put a dildo up your own butt. It was something else — something spectacularly more erotic — to have someone else doing the penetrating.

I shifted my hips. I pressed forward. Luke’s hole widened. I applied more pressure. Suddenly his ring swallowed my cockhead. He gasped.

“Is it okay?” I asked, concerned.

He bared his teeth in the mirror. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

I knew the collar of nerves that got stimulated by this sort of incursion. It was a sinister pleasure. I’d enjoyed it many times. But males were equipped with those same bundles of nerves. Guys who didn’t know that were missing out.

My hands closed around Luke’s hips. I slid more of myself into his sculpted ass. It was a beautiful sight, the way my black plastic inches disappeared into his hole.

I did it slowly, mindful of all his reactions. A wild rippling joy moved all through me. I knew this was something special.

As I slipped my lubed length all the way home, I leaned forward, breathing on the nape of his neck. I pressed my tits against his back, my nips singing a high song of pleasure as they brushed his bare flesh.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“So fuckin’ good… ”

I gave his earlobe a playful lick, then shifted back and started to slowly stroke in and out of his ass.

In the reflection I could see his cock bobbing up and down with my movements. He was still fiercely hard, a bead of clear pre-come dangling from his cock. Impulsively, I reached around him and caught it on my finger.

I brought it to my mouth and savored the salty dewdrop of his masculine flavor.

My hips worked at a steady tempo. These were sex muscles I didn’t get to exercise too often, and the sweet strain of my movements only added to my pleasure.

As I fucked him, I grew aware of a strange sensation. It was something on top of the normal carnal joys. My pussy was flowing, my nipples were buzzing, yes — but I suddenly realized that my cock was also pulsing with carnal delight.

I caught myself before I laughed out loud. I didn’t want to distract Luke. And I completely understood that this was just my overwrought imagination. I had a piece of plastic strapped to my body. It was a purely fake appendage.

And yet, I swore I could feel the tight clasp of Luke’s anal passage around my length. I felt the hot clinging of his walls around my male girth. My cockhead throbbed as I plowed him to his deepest reaches.

He was thrusting back against me now, and I was fucking him harder. We moved like a crazy, fleshy machine. The mirror only added to the fun-house lunacy.

Luke moaned. His fingers were white where they pressed the wall on either side of the mirror. I hoped to hell this was everything he’d wanted it to be.

I fucked him even faster, as if losing control, as if my desperate cock was raging its way toward a mad spewing orgasm. But I made sure Luke was still enjoying it.

His groans and growls were the sounds of unmistakable pleasure. His bouncing cock was as big and red as I’d ever seen it.

My own cock continued to ream his hole. I plumbed his anal depths. I always loved it when he pounded me this way, and I was glad to return the favor — more than glad. Luke had shown me a part of myself tonight I hadn’t known existed.

I was a woman who liked fucking a man’s ass. In fact, I was a woman who was about to come from fucking a man’s ass.

The ecstasy was gathering. Heat swarmed up over my body. My skin was slick with sweat. My pussy drizzled madly. And yet I felt like my climax was going to express itself as jizz erupting from the tip of my cock.

“I’m gonna come in your ass!” The shouted words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

At that instant my orgasm ripped through me. It traveled the length of me, igniting nerves, tightening muscles. In my mind I was pumping come deep into Luke’s ass.

He let out a cry of his own. Suddenly pearly spunk striped the mirror. Jet after thick jet shot out as his body shook with bliss.

Finally, he’d completely unloaded. I held him from behind and said into his ear, “I’ll fuck you anytime you want.”