I’ve got a secret.

I love giving blowjobs and I like to have my pussy licked, but my favorite thing in the whole world is to get my ass fucked. I wasn’t always this way. One of my early boyfriends suggested doing it. I was unsure, but he convinced me. With a patient and tender touch, and lots of lube, he introduced me to the wonderful world of sodomy. And now I have anal sex as often as I can.

What’s weird is that some guys don’t want to do it. I thought butt-fucking was a major fantasy of every guy — you know, because of the taboo nature of it all. And the fact that it’s a tighter hole. But I’ve come across men who were squeamish and wanted nothing to do with my asshole. They also didn’t want me anywhere near theirs either, which was a real shame.

I love motorcycles and the guys who ride them — burly, scruffy men who favor leather and tattoos and have a healthy love for the open road. I ride every chance I get — my hog is a Harley, of course. A Super Bob in black. In my small city, the bikers tend to associate with each other, and we all hit the same dive bar on the outskirts of town. It also draws like-minded visitors who are just passing through. One day a super hot dude showed up. He was blond and had about three days’ beard growth. I could’ve struck a match off his cheek. He rode an Indian, not vintage but still awesome in the familiar red and cream. It was a beautiful bike carrying a beautiful man. I was in love.

I was drinking with some of the regular chicks that day. It was a slow day, so there was no cruising going on — until the fresh meat showed up. Every woman was checking him out, but he made a beeline for me, and the closer he got, the better he looked. He was tanned and rugged-looking — and my heart started pounding double time.

“I’m Luke,” he said in a gravelly voice. He pulled off his gloves and offered me a hand, which I took. His firm grip thrilled me. “I’m new in town. Can I buy you a drink?”

That’s all the opening line I needed. I had him sit down next to me, and we started to chat. He worked construction and had just gotten a job in town working on the new high school. I told him I was an adjunct professor at the local junior college — English. That turns some guys off, but he rolled with it, telling me his favorite writer was Jack Kerouac. He even quoted me the closing passage of On the Road. That made my panties seriously wet.

Before our first round was finished, I knew I would fuck him. I pictured him with a nice big dick and wondered how it would feel in my ass. We danced to a few songs from the jukebox, and I whispered into his ear to follow me to my place. We went outside as twilight was descending, and he was right behind me on his bike as I rode mine    to my condo.

When we got to my place, he followed me inside and said, “You have the finest ass I’ve ever seen!”

I turned and with an encouraging smile said, “I’m glad you think so!”

We made out on my couch for a while. He had a stiffy, and I fondled it through his jeans. I was sopping wet, and my nipples were as hard as pebbles.

“Come, let’s go play in the shower,” I said, leading him to the bathroom.

I stripped down and let him watch me while I did it. I felt like a lamb being eyed by a wolf. Once I was starkers, I got into the shower and under the spray. He quickly got naked. He was an Adonis. He had his share of tats, and his cock was fat and uncut. His erection swayed as he stepped into the water with me.

We soaped each other up and made out, and he seemed amused when I paid special attention to his balls and butt. I slipped a finger into his ass, and he growled deep in his chest. I told him to make sure my butt hole was nice and clean, and he grinned devilishly and followed my orders.

We toweled off, and I led him into the bedroom by his cock. We flopped on the bed, and I turned him over onto his stomach. I massaged his shoulders and back, and he loved it, but he kept wanting to roll over. But I had other fish to fry first.

I rubbed his muscular ass cheeks and parted them to tickle his asshole.

“Hey,” he said, sounding amused, “what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, baby,” I said. “Anything I do to you, you can do to me.” With that I eased a spit-slickened finger into his ass and began to fuck him with it. He looked back at me with his eyes half lidded with lust as he relaxed and surrendered to me. I soon removed my finger and began flicking my tongue over his quivering back hole until he was groaning with abandon.

I was completely turned on and ready to get my ass fucked. But I wanted to prime the pump. At my behest, Luke rolled over. His cock stood straight up, and I devoured it, sucking it to the root. Then I backed off and licked the tip as if it were a lollipop. All the while I played with Luke’s welcoming asshole, my finger darting in and out. I timed my motions so my digit went all the way to his prostate while I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, which made him twitch and jerk.

He said he wanted to taste my pussy, and I thought that was a good idea. I lay back and spread my legs wide. Luke dove in, eagerly lapping at my clit and playing with my asshole, like I had with his. I could tell from the way he was fingering my back passage, I was going to have no trouble at all convincing him to plant his cock there.

“That feels so good. I want you to finger-fuck my ass, eat my ass, and then fuck my ass. To top it off, you can come in my ass. Is that clear, stud?”

He gave me a wink and a thumbs-up before he began tonguing my asshole. It felt great and made me super horny. Before long, I was ready for his cock and told him so. His fat boy was still as hard as iron, and he stroked into my pussy a few times to get his shaft wet — and to rile us up. I gestured to my bedside drawer, where I keep a variety of lubes. He grabbed a bottle and squirted a copious amount of the slippery stuff into his hand, which he then spread on his dick and on my butt hole.

The moment of truth had arrived, and Luke slowly eased his cock into my snug back chute. I sighed rapturously, and my sphincter squeezed him tightly. Luke sucked in a harsh breath when he felt my asshole constrict around his member. He just stayed inside me for a moment, which was fine, but then I undulated my hips to get him moving.

He was a masterful ass-fucker, pumping me with a variety of rhythms — slow, fast, hard and easy. I savored the feeling of him plundering my hole while I reached down and fingered my clit, making my pleasure soar higher and higher. Suddenly, I came like a small explosive went off inside me, and my spasms set him off, too. He pumped me full of cream, and when he withdrew, I felt some of his load ooze out of me.

We were coated with semen, cunt juice and lube, so we took another shower. As we stood under the spray, I gave him a handjob and brought him right to the brink of orgasm. Then we went back to bed, and this time, I let him call the shots. He said he wanted me to get him off with my mouth. I sucked him sweetly and paid a lot of attention to his heavy balls, fondling them and teasing them with my tongue.

Luke was starting to breathe heavily, and I was more than willing to swallow his load. But I got really excited when he begged me to play with his ass again. But I had a better idea than just using a finger. I went into my toy box and found a string of silicone anal beads. They weren’t very big — not much more than regular marbles. But I lubed ’em up and worked them into his asshole one by one. Then I resumed sucking his dick. When he got to the point of no return, I pulled the balls out of his asshole. He came like crazy, shooting jet after jet of cream down my throat. I swallowed every drop.

While I still see other guys, Luke and I get together often. He calls himself my “asshole buddy,” and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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