Oh, My Aching Hole!

This comes from talking to guys about what it’s like to have an erection. I don’t suppose I’ve got it right, but this is how it seems to me. 

So, a guy gets horny…maybe I’ve been the cause. His cock swells and becomes rigid. It sticks out in front of him and he wants nothing more than to push it into something. That might only be his fist if nothing else is available…or maybe his girlfriend’s mouth, or if he is lucky, between her legs. The point is, he has the desire to have it in  something - to have it surrounded by something, preferably something warm and wet. 

(Is that right guys?) 

Well, when we girls get horny, as well as our clitoris swelling and getting wet, something else happens to us as well. We get a sort of internal, inverse erection. Our vaginas lengthen and widen, ready to receive the penis. Oh we don’t become some kind of massive cave down there, but we can sometimes feel this slight changing in shape, because with it comes a strong desire to be filled. 

One of my favourite sexual positions is simply on my back, feet flat on the bed knees bent exposing my sex as widely as I can. I especially love it when I get that ‘open’ feeling inside. (Side note, sometimes Emily and I scissor each other, and having my hole opposite hers is simply the best, especially when I squirt heavily…it’s almost like me cumming inside her. On a couple of occasions, we have managed to get it so right that when she stood up afterwards, my squirt ran down her legs…what a blast!)

Since I’m bi-sexual, I have the desire…the need to be fucked. And no, being fucked by Emily with ‘Mike’ isn’t the same as having a guy do it. Being fucked by a girl is a totally different experience to being screwed by a guy. You might think being pounded is being pounded, but trust me on this, it isn’t, as any other bi girl out there will confirm. 

At the moment of course I can bend my fucking leg, so getting into a fully ‘open’ position isn’t possible, no matter how wide I spread that leg. So, as they say, it’s all in the mind for now, and Miss Brain has a list of priorities. (There’s a Fantasy list, a reality list, and an at times frighteningly accurate How To Make It Happen list.) Right at the top of the Reality List, in big red letters is “Get Laid By A Guy”. Even thinking about it makes me wet. I want the roughness of it, I want the desire…I want (and bear with me girls) to be used by a guy…to be treated like my body is his for his pleasure. 

These days, the ‘feminists’ would be horrified at that, well. All I can say to you lot is fuck off and go and eat your Fair Trade muesli and bleach your moustaches, you man-hating fuckers. You’re about as much ‘feminists’ as you are coal miners. I WANT this, and I want it this way. 

So, I’m lying naked on my bed upstairs, tapping away at my iPad writing these thoughts as they occur. My nipples are hard like fucking hat pegs, my clit is throbbing and I can feel my wetness oozing down my bum crack. My sister Alison has immense control over her vagina. She can ‘queef’ on demand, and if she’s standing at the time can make herself spurt pre-cum…I’m so jealous of that! 

I want to masturbate which, of course, I shall do in a few minutes. I have a rather nice cock-shaped dildo beside me that I will fuck myself with…it won’t be the same as being hammered by another person though - Miss Brain will have to do some work here. 

Oh, but I’ve missed the ‘Why’. What brought me upstairs, made me strip naked and want to be fucked savagely? Well, that came about via coffee with Dani. She and I have coffee at 11:00 every morning, and, like all girls since the dawn of time, our talk is usually guys, periods and sex, though her sexual knowledge is mostly theoretical. This morning we had talked about being fucked…what’s it like…different positions….which one is my favourite…(one?)…Etc, but Dani was most interested not so much in the mechanics of it but the subtext. Being made love to is different from being fucked senseless….being caressed and brought slowly to orgasm is different from being banged to orgasm after orgasm. As I described it in detail she said “oh…it almost sounds like being raped.” And we had the discussion of ‘consensual rape’. I’ve talked about my feelings on real rape before, and thanks to our dad insisting we were taught advanced self defence techniques, both Alison and I are safe from that particular horror…but being’ forced’ consensually can be mind blowingly erotic…something Dani hadn’t considered. And if you think about it, basically sex is the girl in a position of vulnerability (she has to expose her sex and ‘accept’ the penis, while the guy is in a position of potency, thrusting and penetrative.

Miss Brain had teased the fuck out of me by having me verbalise scenarios I would love to see for real, and that have been part of my masturbatory fantasies concerning Dani. I had made Dani assume several sexual positions to demonstrate, for example being fucked from behind bent over a table, or leaning up against a wall. Being fucked missionary. I got her to lie legs open but straight, then feet up by her bum knees splayed wide, and finally imagining her feet hooked up high around a guy’s waist. (I got a great view of her crotch) and finally being fucked side-by-side, both from the front and by being ‘spooned’. She had asked “what if he gets the wrong hole?” I had giggled and said “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Being fucked in the bum can feel wonderful”  I think our chat this morning got us both in a sweat because as I clomped my way upstairs I saw her heading for her flat…I guess she’s doing what I’m about to do. 

Then, there’s the smells. Having a guy fucking you so hard you’re both sweating is delicious. The scent of his pre-cum and, eventually, his semen. The taste of him. The scent of anal sex, which is different to vaginal sex. (Oh…side note…I now know Dani likes her bum hole fingered because she told me outright that when she masturbates she enjoys “….pushing a finger in there.” I suggested she tries something bigger and showed her a butt-plug. Her eyes widened and she took it from me and held it before smiling. I guess there’s be a delivery for her soon. 

So now, I’m finding it difficult to type. My fingers won’t cooperate and I’m spending an inordinate amount of time going back and correcting things. So, if you’ll excuse me…..

……1 hour and a bit later….

Fuck! That was good! At first, I didn’t think Miss Brain was going to cooperate. She flitted from image to image, fantasy to fantasy. I thought I wanted to think about Dani playing with her first butt-plug, but as usual when I try to force Miss Brain down a particular road, she wasn’t having it. Instead, she gave me an 16 year old younger brother. I tell you…once I give in and let Miss Brain do her thing, she does it 100% convincingly and superbly well!

So, ‘Alan’, my kid brother was something of a brat…always trying to sneak looks up Alison and my skirt, we both thought he was stealing our used panties from the laundry and twice mum had spoken to Alison about whether she was having sex yet as she had found semen on her panties. (In the fantasy, I was 17 and Alison was 15) I was…well….typical me really. I loved outdoor masturbation but clearly Alan had discovered this and was in the habit of tailing me and watching as I stripped naked and did myself in the orchard, or by the old pool. 

This one day he hadn’t hid himself well enough and I heard a noise. “Come out you little shit!” I was naked and wasn’t about to stop. I would make it uncomfortable for him. He stepped out of his hiding place surprisingly also naked and with a massive erection. Perfect. I could really make him feel bad now. “Come closer.” He took two steps forward and I sounded like Hannibal Lecter when I sad “Closer….closerrr’. By now the tip of his erection was almost touching me. I looked into his eyes and jilled myself. Oddly, I wasn’t making any progress. I’d planned to make him watch me cum, then humiliate him into softness. 

What happened next came as a surprise to us both. Suddenly his cock was between my legs…oh, not in me, I was simply riding it against my clit. “Is this what you think about? Being in your sister’s cunt?” As I said the words, I realised that that was what I wanted most in the world right at that second. I pulled him to the ground and ordered him. “Ok then…fuck me. Put it in me, you little shit….fucking screw me.” Alan took me at my word and was fully in me in one savage thrust. He seemed to grow to immense proportions as he entered me. Then he was fucking me and I wrapped my legs high around his back, with my hands on his bum pulling him deeper inside me. It felt glorious…perverse…deliciously sinful…and I wouldn’t have stopped for the world. I felt an orgasm begin to build deep in me just as my brother told me he was close to cumming. “Cum inside me…do it…make me pregnant.” I felt him pulse his seed deep in me and I had a crushing orgasm around his immense penis at the same time.

So, here I am, drenched with sweat, having enjoyed the most perverse fantasy, but it’s left me with the sure and certain knowledge that I need a cock…and that I’m not waiting for this fucking plaster to come off before I get one. Now…where’s my mobile, and Chris’s number?