I've Been With a Guy!

Purely by accident, on my way to do some work in my coffee shop before we open later this month, I met an old friend from high school. He has been through University now and has qualified with a Bsc degree. He wants to go on to medical school next, but then he was always the studious type and about as far removed from the ‘jock’ type of personality as it’s possible to get. My group of girls who also knew him wondered if he was gay, or scared shitless about girls, or just hadn’t discovered us yet.

It turned out to be that old chestnut of super-strict Catholic parents, but also his single minded desire to get he best grades, get into a really top flight university and he managed both....presumably because he had found some way of not having to follow his dick like most of the guys. 

So, we met, hugged (fuck the rules) and caught up. He was sweet enough to sound impressed when I described that I have my own business....or rather, will have, and on the spur of the moment, I invited him in to see the foothold of my business empire! (As if! My dad has put up the money, and he hasn’t given me any special concession as far as interest rates go. He expects to be payed back, in ful, by a certain date...I’m determined to do it quicker.)

So, Allan then......6ft2, strikingly blue eyes under a mop of unruly blonde hair. Bodily, I suppose the best, most generous description would be “weedy”. As I said, he is a long, long way from being what anyone might call “ripped”. So, we’re there, I have asked him whatI would ask a customer “What type of coffee would you like?” He said “Large cappuccino, and I managed to look like I knew what I was doing as I made our madly complicated coffee machine work. (One of the girls I’ve hired can work this without even looking at it.....bitch!) anyway, I managed. 

We picked a booth and settled down for a catch up. How long for? I have no idea....certainly two more cappuccinos later, things were still on the basics. No girlfriend, still a virgin.....(him) but he perked up when he asked me about boyfriends. I told him I didn’t have one, but followed it up with “aren’t you going to ask if I have a girlfriend?” There’s something about potential lesbianism that seems to strike a note with most guys, and Allan’s eyes widened and he spluttered out “Girl....are...are you...??” I said “Allan sweetie, I don’t have a girlfriend or a boyfriend right now, but I have had both. I’m bi-sexual.” 

I must admit to being a bit of a bitch to poor Allan. “So....in all this time, all you’ve had is your right hand then?” He looked sheepishly into his coffee cup. “Left. Left hand.” The following silence seemed to last until the crack of doom, and I began to feel sorry that I’d teased him. But the bitch in me wouldn’t let go. Miss Brain got involved and made me say “Not even at Uni? No-one?” Nope...apparently not. He had his own room...no one to share with...and he got that because he has autism. 

Again, that frigging awful silence which was spoiling what, up to now had been a lovely reunion. Enter stage left Miss fucking Brain again, who opened my mouth and made it say “Allan....if you had the chance with a girl....would you take it?” (Hmm...Miss Brain was going to make amends for the teasing by having me screw him) “No.” said Allan. (Fuck!) “But I’d like a girl to.....you know.....make me....ummm....I’d like....” “Youd like a girl to make you cum?” “Yeah....yeah...I’d really like that.” 

Which was how we ended up in the employees lounge at the back of the shop. It was how I had slowly taken Allan’s top, jeans and boxers off.....and managed not to say "FUCKING HELL!” When I saw the size of the monster between his legs! He may not have had a muscle anywhere else on his weedy little frame, but trust me, I knew where all that muscle mass had gone. It was fucking huge....easily eight or nine inches, and so thick I couldn’t close my hand round it! It was how and why Allan was now lying on the couch in the employees lounge letting me admire this monstrous weapon.

I had taken my dress off as well, as Allan hadn’t seen a naked girl other than on porn sites. Oh...ok, ok,....I really wanted to ride him if I got the chance, but something told me I needed to let him take the lead. 

I spat on his cock a few times to get some lubrication, then began to wank him. I can’t describe how hard it felt. It was like a warm, slippery iron bar. I have never met an erection that felt that solid before....not that I’ve met many erections. 

Allan lay back, closed his eyes and let me do my job. Oh, but I worshipped that cock....I treated it reverently, and cupped his balls like they were the crown Jewells.  At one point, my middle finger grazed his bum and he moaned “mmmm.....I like that.” So, making sure my finger was slippery, I pressed a little more firmly and my finger began to slip inside. It felt.....different. Fingering a girl’s asshole I know well...this felt....well, firmer for one thing, and if it had been a vagina, where mug-spot would have been was something firm I could feel. Miss Brain dragged up a long-forgotten biology lesson and told me it was (or at any rate could be) his prostate. Other girls had told me that some guys go crazy to have their prostate massaged.....well...you wouldn’t get that kind of information from a nun, now, would you? 

I let my finger slip deeper until I was sure I was in the right place. 

Now, although Allan had said he didn’t want to fuck, he wasn’t just lying there doing nothing. His hand had dropped off the side of the couch and had been stroking up and down the backs of my legs. I almost had my back to him as one hand was working his cock and the other had a finger up his bum. I felt him groping around, and I opened my legs a little and pushed my bum back hoping he would finger me. He slipped a finger inside my vagina (which made me whimper) before pulling it out again, (which made me frustrated as fuck) then he pressed it up my bum. I love having my bum fingered. If I’m in the right mood, having an empty vagina but someone fingering my bum is simply amazing. I was quite happy with this....and so was Allan. 

It didn’t take him all that long before he stuttered “I’m gonna......” and I pointed it fully at my face as he erupted. Yes, erupted! Good word for what happened. It was like a fucking volcano that just kept going. I realised afterwards that this was probably because of the prostate thing going on....either way, I managed to get several shots directly into my mouth (yummy) and the rest on my chest....meanwhile, Allan still had his finger up my bum.

Isn’t it interesting how you just know when the right time to move your hands away is? I removed my finger from Allan’s bum and let his cock slowly subside. He removed his finger from me....but I was throbbing with the need for my own orgasm...which, so far, I hadn’t had. 

Allan rolled onto his side, his face glowing. He looked me up and down, and said “What can I do for you?” Again, isn’t it interesting how you can read another person? My body was screaming “Fuck me with your enormous cock until you split me in half” while Miss Brain knew that to ask that would have freaked him out. Instead I said “I’d love you to just kneel between my legs, so what you were doing with your finger, and watch me cum. Would that be alright? He nodded, and I lay back on my floor and spread my legs. Allan looked around and I realised he wanted to line his finger up, but since it had already been up my bum, he didn’t want to lick it, but the answer was already between my boobs. I took his hand and wet his finger with his own semen. 

He slipped it effortlessly into my bum while I focussed on my engorged clit. I asked him if he knew what squirting was. He did, but (obviously) had never seen it. I told him I would probably squirt and said I would warn him at the right moment if he wanted to move away. 

Oh but that orgasm came on fast...like a fucking  express train and it tore through me soul. Having his finger up my arse helped enormously....ok....ok....the fact that another human was touching me helped enormously. 

I came, and when I opened my eyes, Allan’s cock had regained its dramatic and somewhat scary proportions. I looked him right in his cunt-wettingly blue eyes. “Allan....if you want to....you can put it inside me. I really, REALLY want you to.” He smiled somewhat nervously and to my mixture of delight and horror, leaned forward. I felt his finger come out of my bum and his cock slipping around between my legs. Then he was slowly sliding inside me and stretching me like nothing has ever stretched me before.

Did it hurt? Yes....it hurt like fuck, but it was hat “hurt me some more” type of hurt. The type where you can’t get enough of it. By the time he was fully inside me, I felt like I simply couldn’t take any more, and when he began to fuck me, my world dissolved into pure, unadulterated pleasure. I came....boy, how I came. Repeatedly, violently, calling out his name, urging him to go faster, deeper, harder. I wanted to be fucked out of existence on that grungy carpet. 

When Allan came inside me, he reared up and tilted his head backwards. It looked magnificent, and I felt him unload inside me. 

I’ve heard of girls saying they had difficulty walking after a good fucking, but I thought it was mere exaggeration. Now I know it’s true. It took me a while to get up of that carpet, and longer still until I felt myself capable of walking anything other than bow-legged. 

We dressed, had a post-coital coffee, and chatted. Then he left to go on with whatever he had to do. I realised I had taken his virginity, but Allan had shown me a type of fucking I will be lucky to find in a man again.

Two days later......

My cunny still feels stretched. I can still feel him pulsing inside me, and I imagine his semen running out of me and onto that dirty carpet. (Which has now been steam cleaned and looks a totally different colour, by the way.) 

Has it ruins my sexual preferences? No, of course not. Bi sexual I am, and bisexual I shall remain. There is nothing like sex with another girl.....

.....and cocks like Allan’s are few and far between.

It was thrilling...but I’m glad he didn’t try to fuck me anally!