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fancy Meets Tina She lived in the upstairs apartment of a two family house on E.61st, it was small and neat and stifling hot on this August night. It was the kind of neighborhood that had been settled by Eastern Europeans who were so proud of their homes that the women of the house would wash the sidewalks on their hands and knees. But that was years ago, today it was an area in transition sharing the same problems that plagued all other inner cities, catering to urban blacks and newly arrived Asians that spoke in strange, foreign languages. All the windows were opened but covered with blinds and inexpensive drapes from some discount store, and I could hear people from downstairs and next door talking, arguing the way families often do and a dog barking. A gruff male voice was answering back; “shut up you son of a bitch”, maybe to the dog, maybe to someone in his family! The house was small but neatly furnished and decorated in a decidedly feminine style with lots of personal items, photos and souvenirs, several pictures of a pouting Marilyn Monroe. One wall was covered by a huge make-up table with a lighted mirror and covered with feminine cosmetics; mascaras, lipsticks, and a variety of perfumes both cheap and semi-expensive. The air smelled of cigarette smoke and incense that couldn’t quite mask the sweet scent of marijuana. As soon as I was naked Tina stepped out of her fake red leather skirt and folded it neatly and placed it on a nearby coffee table. I watched her walk to the kitchen, slender legs encased in knee-high black boots and dark thigh high stockings, her tiny plump ass filling a pair of black nylon bikini panties. She retuned with a kitchen cutting board cut into the perfect shape of a punishment paddle like the kind I’d been spanked with so often in school. My cock stood up! I straddled the cheap ivory footstall that matched the cheap ivory sofa, felt her little rump snuggle down on my back and felt the first hard crack that made me shriek. She was delivering just what I had begged for and now that my skin was sizzling I remembered her words; “careful what you ask for, you might get it”. She didn’t stop till my thighs began to quake and the globes of my ass were a shiny red. When she stood up I turned on my knees and watched her hand move down to the little red zipper on the front of her bikini panties. I still remember every moment like a slow motion movie seeing each tooth of the zipper open slowly, hearing the almost imperceptible metal grind, then her cock sprung out long and narrow. I can hear her voice now, a Drag-Queen nasal falsetto; “eat it bitch, eat it”! My head shook quickly from side to side in an attempt to preserve my dignity, but my jaw went slack. I knew I’d found it then, where I belonged, where I always wanted to be, the tool for others to practice their dark arts and their dominance. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, not caring anymore, “suck one cock and always be known as a cocksucker”. When I opened my eyes and looked up the incongruity of it all suddenly confused me; a beautiful feminine face and a diamond-hard masculine cock. It was incredibly smooth and when she put a strong hand at the back of my neck and pulled in all the way, I buried my nose into her perfume-fragrant pubic hairs. I slobbered and gagged but she held my neck tight, and sneered, “suck it mother fucker”. And that’s just what I did, obediently I sucked her salty cock for a very long, long time expecting at any moment to feel her tense and explode, filling my mouth with her warm thick passion, wondering what I would do? It was after all my first cock and until this exact moment I’d never considered the choices. Would I just swallow her passion, would I spit it out, would it make me sick, make me gag, it didn’t matter, she held back. I’d find out later that she consumed “bennies” by the handful and the combination of drugs and liquor allowed her to fuck all night. Tina pulled out of my mouth and slapped my face, playfully but hard enough to sting, then pushed me back over the foot stool. “It’s time for what you really came for baby” she said, “time for a little beef up your ass”! I could have run, I could have fought her off, after all Tina was small and frail, what I did do was hug that footstool tightly with my arms and stick my big sore red ass up in the air, reveling in my submissiveness, learning the joy of being a “bottom”. She laughed at me, “that’s it, pucker up baby”, then she slapped a handful of Crisco into the crack of my ass before coating her cock with the lard. After that there was no more ceremony, no more pageantry, she was horny and just wanted to fuck, she wanted to fuck me! Tina pushed it in all the way with one grunt, I moaned, “it hurts”, she slapped my ass, “quiet bitch”. With each push of her hips I felt as though my entire body was being split apart by a white-hot searing pain; I whimpered, Tina laughed. I clutched at the foot stool digging my fingers into the cheap vinyl, clawing for release, wondering why and how I could have been so stupid till slowly something happened. I felt the whole length and girth of his penis pushing past my tight internal muscles, rolling over my prostate again and again causing little tremors of pleasure/pain ; I gasped and gritted my teeth. The tiny muscles were rippling, surrendering, and stretching open. The hurt became a throbbing, warm delight. “Oh Fuck” I groaned. “That’s my baby” Tina said, and her little hips began moving very fast, slapping against my ass hard making sexy wet noises that seemed to add to the eroticism. My hips began to roll and before I realized it, I squealed, “damn baby, fuck me harder, harder” I became consumed with that feeling of being filled totally, over whelmed totally, becoming part of something else, part of something bigger, if you’ve taken it in the ass you know what I mean, woman or man, you know the feeling. It isn’t a gender issue, or a case of sexual orientation. It wasn’t man or woman, boy or girl, queer or straight. It was just that incomparable physical sensation and I’d learn later in life that there were lots of us who took it up the ass, and lots of us that loved it! We were like animals rutting, both of us were sweating and making guttural noises. Her hips never stopped moving, her cock never stopped drilling my ass and I could feel the lips of my tiny sex hugging her, wrapping my entire body around that smooth pretty cock. “I told you that what was you came for”. She laughed again. “Nothing like a little beef up your ass, huh baby”? Tina pulled me off the foot stool and turned my so I was on my back on the carpet. She took hold of my legs right behind the knees and pushed them back into my chest and then scooted her knees forward till the tip of her cock nestled against the open lips of my anus. My body felt pliant and fluid, I moaned and pushed my ass forward, she backs up and looks down at my anus, gaping now, like a little sex mouth whimpering a silent scream. “Say it” she says. My voice was timid, tiny, “fuck me Tina”. She pushes into me very hard and very deep. I scream a little and she pulls out. “Say it bitch”. “Please fuck me baby, don’t stop, and please don’t ever stop”. Tina lowered her head and began kissing my neck and shoulders, biting me, running her sharp teeth over my nipples and her hips, her vicious little hips never stopped pounding. Then she threw back her head and her face was covered with a grimacing look of terror. I could almost sense her testicles drawing up as I wrapped my legs around her small waist and laughed a crazy person’s laugh as she emptied herself. Sometimes at night I can still hear my moans from that evening, those moans that stay with me till this day.
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