The Other Hole

By K.C. Cave

 

 

 

Kay begged Cole to touch her "there." But playing in that part of the woods has a price, he warned his new lover. "There's a power shift. For the bottom, it's humiliation, surrender, loss of control." Though not sure she understood-and not caring-Kay eagerly submitted. When he takes her, Cole commanded her to bark like a dog (and she did!). Then the tables turned: Cole agreed to let Kay take him, although it takes a trip to their local sex toy shop for the right gear. Cole thinks he knows about the power shift. But it's different when a woman is in control.

 

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Following Kay up the walk to the house, I was captivated by her easy stride, her hips moving on their own, as she approached the door. Her sleeveless, red knit mini-dress was clingy, formfitting, a real show stopper. The fishnets were icing on a very hot cake. She's a big woman-not big that way, just five-foot-eleven big, proportional, full breasts, a woman's hips and curves.

Two hours into the party, Phil, one of the bassists in the orchestra, sidled up to me. "You're a gorgeous couple. Cole and Kay. Kay and Cole. Gotta love the alliteration. And Cole and the ice princess, no less."

What could I do but smile? A player of the lowly trombone, the descendent of the ancient sackbut, hitting it off with a cellist-instrumentalists not known for commingling with the hoi polloi. But not Kay. She had no pretensions of being a soloist. She was just another working stiff in a regional orchestra that almost paid a living salary.

"Can't comment on her rep as being cool," I replied. "Jesus, though, she's hot tonight."

We had been lovers for months, a known number in the orchestra for nearly that long, and we knew that soon it would be common knowledge that we were moving in together in the fall.

Throughout the evening, an obligatory late summer soiree hosted by the concertmaster, Kay stayed close to me. Her hand often found mine, whether we were together on the couch talking to one of the percussion players or standing in the kitchen with the hostess, admiring the new cabinets. When I glanced at Kay, she'd meet my eyes and show me the tip of her tongue and the hint of a smile.

Chatting with the conductor, wine glasses in hand, my arm went around her, hand resting lightly on her hip. Without missing a beat, her hand found mine and pushed it down to her butt.

Standing behind her as we said our goodbyes, Kay leaned back, her generous curves pressing into my crotch. I know that sounds sluttish, but she did it with discretion and aplomb, all the while complimenting the décor and the host's hospitality as she induced my erection.

In the car, her face half-lighted by streetlamp, I leaned in to kiss her. As our lips touched, she guided my hand down her side, lifted a haunch and slid it under one of her round cheeks. Like a good writer, she had been showing, not telling: She wanted me to do her in the ass.

Kay was a cellist. Her pedigree included Pablo Casals, Jacqueline du Pré, Mstislav Rostropovich, and Yo-Yo Ma. Like those masters, she exuded class, style and refinement. Kay isn't a goof like me who makes a living by buzzing his lips and blowing in a brass tube.

Breaking off the kiss, she moved her mouth along my cheek to my ear: "Cole, I want you to do me in the ass."

Luckily, it was only a ten minute drive to my apartment.

 

 

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Fucking her from behind, Kay was stretched out in front of me, her ass high in the air. I looked down at her pale round globes, my cock sliding in and out of her cunt, my hands enveloping her shimmering cheeks. And there it was--her asshole. So cute. As she neared orgasm, she opened, her brown hole winking at me as I drilled her.

Anal sex? Not likely. The first time I probed her other hole, she gently pushed my hand away: "Not there." I respect that. I'm not a pushy jerk.

Eating her pussy, though, her juices flowing, coating her thighs, matting her pubic hair, my hands spreading her liquid around, it was inevitable that a finger would brush against her hole. I tested her, gently. Waiting until she was almost ready to come, her hips elevated, I rimmed her with the tip of my finger.

Last week, it really connected. We had been fucking for nearly two hours, the Kegel exercises quite effective at stopping me from coming-or even leaking, as far as I could tell. We were fucking all over the apartment. I'd bring her to orgasm, pull out, flip her over or up or whatever, to another position, then resume fucking. By jumping around in the Kama Sutra, I got a few moments to pull back from the edge and relax my muscles without spewing all over Kay's back or the furniture. My balls had that delicious, dull ache that comes from holding back.

On the living room floor, Kay had straddled me. Riding my cock, up and down oh, so slowly, the look on her face in the half-light of the room told me she was in that other place women go when they are being exquisitely fucked. Her entire body glowed in the dark, her breasts jutting off of her chest, nipples hard.

I said, "Your pussy is like a giant mouth, sucking me off in long, slow strokes."

Then, fucking while standing, Kay braced against the window, the room dark, her legs spread, I plowed her from behind. She came-and it was a squeaker, I nearly blew as her back arched, she cried out and pushed back against me as her orgasm broke. It took everything I had to clamp down and not shoot my load.

I pulled her to the bed. On my knees, I settled between her legs. Her vulva was wet, swollen, her long inner lips open like a flower. I lapped and nuzzled and licked. She started thrusting, fucking my face as I tongued her. My hands cupped her ass and I lifted her hips off the bed. She was soaked and slippery.

The index finger of my left hand found her asshole. Conscious of not overdoing it, I rimmed her as I tongued and slurped her clit. Her reaction was immediate. Lifting a leg to give me better purchase, Kay moved her hips in rhythm with my probing. In a moment, my finger was in her rectum to the second knuckle. Her vocalizing, always a sign of extreme sexual frenzy, got louder...and she came, her hips moving up and down on my finger as I pushed my tongue into her vagina.

I glanced at the clock. Nearly three. My turn to come. I pushed her legs back, her feet dangling in the air, crawled up on the bed and mounted her.

Kay begged, "The other hole." It was almost a sob. "Put it in. I can't stand it. Please."

I took her face in my hands. "You've never taken it in the ass, right?"

"I don't care. You're driving me crazy."

"I'm not going to hurt you. The first time hurts." I took over the fuck. Her ass was elevated, pulled nearly halfway up my thighs, her feet almost behind her head as she lay on her back and shoulders. I spread her labia and pushed my dickhead against her vagina.

I plunged inside her. I can't remember the rest, except that she screamed when I hit bottom. No Kegels or delayed orgasm shit this time. In what seemed like less than a minute, I exploded. Kay orgasmed yet again. After pumping what felt like a half-liter of splooge into her cunt, I collapsed next to her.

"Next time," she whispered. "The other hole."

"Be careful what you ask for."

She frowned. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

"Of course not. We'll go slow and use lots of lube. You'll open up. It's not that. It's the power dynamic."

I put my hand to her face. "When you give me your ass, it's complete surrender. Think about it. It's the filthiest part of your body. When I fuck you in the ass, it will mean I own you. It's what fifty-eight-year-old child molesters do to nine-year-olds. It's what happens in the prison yard, a wall of men standing around so the guards can't see-the punk on his hands and knees, pants pulled down, getting gang banged by a long line of horny thugs. All the pleasure is for the top. For the bottom, it's humiliation, surrender, loss of control."

"Would you rape me?"

"Never. But I could have. Tonight, fucking you doggy style. Watching your asshole, so pretty, gaping and winking as I pushed into your pussy. It would have been very easy to pull out, slide up your crack and push it in."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I know you don't like anal. I'll do it, Kay. But you've got to ask me. And you've got to understand what it means."

"Surrender?"

"When I fuck you in the ass, I own you."

 

 

 

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