When Dean Ate My Ass
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“You ever had your ass eaten?”
I turned and looked at Dean as we walked arm in arm home from an evening in the pub. I mustn’t have heard him right. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” he said with a grin on his gorgeous face. “You ever had a guy eat your ass before? Or a girl?”
I was shocked. Honestly. Where the hell has this come from? Dean was a naughty boy, sure, but in the six months we’d been together, this had never been a topic of conversation. “What are you talking about? Don’t be daft.”
“You know what it means?”
“Yes Dean. I know what it means.”
“Really? Then tell me.”
Despite myself, despite how comfortable I was with Dean, all the wicked things we’d done together, a blush of heat spread over my cheeks. I gave Dean a playful shove. “I’m not going to talk about stuff like that, not in public.”
Dean looked around us. It was close to midnight, the road was empty, not a soul to be seen. “Go on. There’s no one here.” He leaned close and whispered in my ear. “Tell me what I’d do if I ate your ass.”
“Fuck off.” But I laughed as I pushed Dean away from me. “What’s all this ass business anyway? It’s pronounced arse round here.”
Dean shrugged. “Eating ass just sounds better than eating arse. Stop trying to change the conversation anyway. Answer the question. You ever had your ass eaten? Or you arse?”
I couldn’t believe we were still talking about this. Something so utterly filthy. Something surely no one actually did, outside of porn anyway. My face was so hot Dean must have been able to see red I was, even in the semi-light coming from the streetlights around us. “No. I have not Dean. I have never had my arse eaten.”
“That settles it then,” Dean said. “I’m going to eat your arse tonight.”
Dean dropped the topic of conversation as we walked the rest of the way to my house. He stopped talking about it, but he was clearly in the mood for something though. He kept stopping and kissing me. He sighed into my lips as he ran his hands over my body, he kissed me roughly as he fondled my breasts through my top. He grasped my arse hard through my jeans, he made me sigh as he rubbed me between my legs. I didn’t try and stop Dean though; I was in the mood too. I massaged his hard cock through his jeans. Ten minutes later when we got back to my place, we were both dying for each other.
Here’s the thing too. Something I have to confess. I’d never have admitted this to Dean, not then anyway, but the idea of him eating my ass, as he so eloquently put it, maybe it turned me on. Maybe that was a bit of a secret fantasy for me.
Dean was obsessed with going down on me, he licked pussy like a man obsessed, like nothing turned him on as much. And dear god he was good at it. Dean went down on me every day and in so many positions, with me standing, with me above him, with me on all fours and him licking me from behind. He made me come better than anyone with his mouth, and more than once, I’d found myself wondering what it would feel like if his tongue moved a touch higher. What it would feel like if he licked me there too.
I’d seen people eating ass in porn, and it turned me on. I had to face it. It was so depraved, so naughty, such a bad thing to do, how could that not have a certain appeal? And I was sure if felt good. Dean often touched me down there, he sometimes put a finger or two inside me when he licked my pussy, and it always made me come harder. Dean had shown me how sensitive I was back there. Him licking my arse could be fun. I’d never have dared ask him though. But Dean making the suggestion, that was… interesting. That was really why I was blushing. I wasn’t sure whether Dean was just joking though, just playing around? Probably he was.
Dean pushed me up against the wall as soon as we were through the front door. He kissed me deeply, he squeezed my breasts through my top with both hands. I moaned as his fingers rubbed my bra into my nipples, as it sent pulses of pleasure down through the core of me. He rubbed me through the front of my jeans again and heat spread through my lower body. Dean pulled the front of my jeans open. I quivered as his fingertips moved over my bare skin below my bellybutton. I groaned as he slid his hand down into my knickers.
We couldn’t though, not here, not in the downstairs hallway. The house was dark and silent, but I had no idea if my flatmates were home. One of them could step out of their room at any second and catch us. “We can’t,” I gasped between kisses. “My flatmates.”
“Fuck your flatmates,” Dean said. “I’ve been dying to get hold of you all evening. I can’t wait any longer.”
The need in Dean’s voice disarmed me. His lips pressed back into mine, our tongues met, his hand slid deeper into my jeans. Dean’s warm fingers pushed into my underwear, I groaned as they ran over my pussy. He caressed me with a light touch, he spread me open with his fingers. Even with my jeans half trapping his hand, Dean managed to run a fingertip up though my wetness to find my throbbing clit.
I moaned and held Dean tight as he slipped that finger around my clit, as it traced back and forth over me. Dean kissed me hard, but he stroked me with such a delicate touch it got me squirming and quivering in minutes.
We groaned together as we kissed. Dean moved that finger perfectly, his rhythm matched the bucking of my hips, his touch gradually grew firmer. He kissed and kissed me over and over, he teased my clit until my head went light.
Dean slid his other hand up the back of my top and popped my bra open. His fingers moved around to the front of me, his hand passed under my bar and closed around one of my breasts. Dean held me, he rolled my nipple under his thumb and my clit pulsed harder.
It wasn’t so bad, I told myself. My clothes were still on, if one of the girls came out of their bedrooms, or if one of them stepped through the front door right now, it wouldn’t look too naughty. I wasn’t naked, nothing was o n display. And Dean was making it feel so good, I couldn’t stop him, not now. I was close to coming already, I just had to be quiet about it. I’d let him get me there, then we could run upstairs to my room and fuck.
But then Dean always has to take it further. He loves to take a risk, to push the line. I groaned in disappointment as he pulled his hand out of my knickers, the other out from under my top, but then he grasped hold of my jeans with both hands and ripped them all the way open at the front. He dropped to his knees at my feet and began yanking them down.
“We can’t, not here.” I whisper-shouted at him.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Dean groaned.
I tried to grasp my jeans, but he knocked my hands away and tore them down to my knees. I got hold of my knickers before him though, I held them tight. Dean reached up to grab them and we fought over my underwear in the hallway. Dean laughed as we struggled, I laughed too, this was so absurd, to be struggling over my underwear like this. I couldn’t stop laughing, I descended into a fit of giggles, but I kept my knickers up.
Dean changed tack. He let go of my knickers and for a moment I thought I’d won. But then he pressed his mouth into the front of them instead.
I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. Dean opened his mouth wide, he covered the whole front of my knickers. His breath was hot, his mouth wet, he sucked and I moaned again. I tried to press Dean’s face away from me, but he showered me with kisses, he ran his tongue up over the front of my knickers, he sucked them into his mouth, and it was all too much for me. It made my throb and gasp. I knew what Dean could do with his mouth and I wanted it.
Dean whipped my knickers down to my knees and I didn’t try and stop him. He buried his face into my pussy, he kissed me, he sucked on my outer lips, he ran his tongue over me in long, flat laps. He moaned as he did it. Dean pushed his tongue between my outer lips and slid it up to my clit.
It’s one thing to have your pussy licked to perfection, it’s even better to have it licked with such enthusiasm. Dean groaned and moaned as he ran his tongue over me, he pressed his face eagerly into my cunt. He licked me feverishly, like it felt as good for him as it did for me.
He licked me with skill though too, as well as enthusiasm. Dean tickled the tip of his tongue quickly back and forth over my clit, his touch became firmer as I bucked my hips into him for more. He followed my body, he judged the pressure and pace to use flawlessly. Heat and pleasure flowed through me, my legs went weak, I had to brace myself against the wall to stay on my feet.
As good as it felt, I was still very much aware I was in the hallway of my shared house though. My jeans and knickers were round my knees, Dean’s mouth on my pussy, there was no hiding what we were doing now. Helen or Claire could catch us at any moment. That scared me, but there was a thrill to it too. An excitement that pushed my pleasure higher.
Dean reached up and grasped my arse with one hand, he stroked my pussy below his tongue with the other. He got his fingers wet from me, he ran them all over me down there to spread it, to make me slippery all over. Dean slid a finger into my cunt, he fucked me with it quickly, he slid a second one into me. The fingers of his other hand slithered between my arse cheeks. He tickled my arsehole with a fingertip.
It all felt so good, I groaned out loud, then I realised how much noise I was making. I pushed the sleeve of my top into my mouth and clamped my lips down on it to try and muffle my sounds of pleasure.
Dean pushed his fingers deeper into my pussy, he touched his fingertips to my g-spot. I moaned louder into that sleeve as he rubbed it in time with his tongue. He massaged my arsehole more firmly with his other hand, I felt myself coming open around his finger. Dean pressed that finger slowly into me.
God that felt good. You’d never guess how good until you have it done to you, until it’s done right. Dean always go slow, he makes sure it feels fantastic, he relaxes me before he moves deeper.
Dean slid his finger into me gently as he licked me. He pressed it in up to the second knuckle. I loved the feeling on being filled there and in my pussy at the same time. I gasped and shuddered against Dean. But then he began to wriggle his finger up my bum and that feels even better. He knows where to touch me, he sent waves of pleasure running through me. They merged with the sensations from my clit and g-spot, they made it more intense, they made me pulse harder down there.
I was feeling pleasure from so many places, my head was spinning with it. Dean pursed his lips around my clit and sucked on me, he kept the tip of his tongue moving over my end of my clit at the same time. His fingers moved faster over my g-spot, he pressed the other one deeper into my arse as he rotated it inside me. The heat and tension spread though me, it came on stronger. My body began to tremble against the wall, everything reached a point of almost unbearable intensity, then it shattered and tore through me as I came.
I managed to keep my mouth shut around my sleeve, as I yelped into it, as I bucked against Dean’s face. He kept sucking, moving his tongue, moving his fingers, and I came over and over. Dean kept it up until my legs gave way and I pushed his face away and sagged to the floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped. I kissed Dean, I tasted myself on his lips. “Take me upstairs and fuck me,” I whispered to him.
Dean grinned. “Not yet.”
He jumped to his feet, then he leant down and wrapped his arms around me. Before I understood what Dean was doing, he hauled me up and held me in his arms. Dean strode the few steps to the staircase, he turned and lowered me, he positioned me on the stairs. He moved with such speed and sureness; I didn’t stop him. I let Dean place my knees on the bottom step, my hands four steps higher. My back was facing Dean, my naked bum was up in the air.
I thought Dean was going to fuck me from behind on the stairs, but then he dropped to his knees and pushed his face into my pussy again. He kissed me, he ran his tongue between my lips in long, wild laps. He groaned; I was so sensitive after coming just moments ago, I gasped at how strong it felt. I pressed back into Dean.
But then Dean moved his mouth. He held my arse cheeks in each hand, he kissed up the back of my cunt, he went higher. His lips tickled as he pressed them into the area between my pussy and my arsehole, he kissed me higher still. Dean’s lips touched my arsehole.
I jerked in surprise, I pulled away from Dean. I didn’t think he was actually going to do it. I wasn’t ready.
Dean pulled me back towards him though. He pressed his face between my cheeks again and I held in place that time. His lips touched my arsehole.
I didn’t move. I froze. I let Dean kiss me there, I focussed on the feel of his lips. They touched me so softly, they tickled, they sent shivers through me. Dean kissed me again and again, his lips came open, the tip of his tongue traced over me.
I moaned louder as Dean licked me there. His tongue flattened, he lapped it back and forth over me. He firmed it into a point again and traced it across my sphincter, he tried different licks, different presses, it all felt good. My cunt clenched, my clit pulsated as he kissed and licked me there.
Dean groaned with me as he licked my arse. He spread my cheeks wider and pressed his face into me. He lapped at me with stronger presses of his tongue, it got better and better. I loved his finger in me there, but his tongue sliding back and forth over my arsehole, it was even better.
The filthiness of what we were doing hit me. I was bent over on all fours, my jeans and knickers around my knees, and Dean was licking my arse. Actually licking me there. It was wicked, it was debauched. To make it even better, I was on the stairs in the hallway, we could be caught at any moment. Caught doing something so bad. I moaned louder, I stuffed my sleeve back in my mouth.
Dean licked and licked, he pointed his tongue, he pressed, I felt it slide right into my arse. He withdrew his tongue, he pressed it again, it slid further into me. Dean groaned, he did it again, he worked his tongue deeper into my arsehole. He began to fuck my arse with his tongue.
God, that was bad. I’d never done anything so naughty, well, had it done to me at least. His tongue felt so different to his finger, it opened me, but it was soft and hot and so dextrous. It teased every nerve ending inside me there. It felt like it was quivering inside me as it slid in and out of my arse.
Dean moved a hand onto my pussy, he stroked me, he pushed two fingers back into cunt. He fucked me with them in time with his tongue and I groaned into the sleeve in my mouth. I reached back between my legs to my pussy. I ran two fingers back and forth alongside my clit, I had to, it all felt so good, so wonderfully depraved, I couldn’t help myself.
As good as a finger or two felt in my arse, I’d never considered Dean fucking me there before. It had never been something I’d wanted. But as his tongue passed in and out of my anus, as it went faster, as it made me gasp and judder, I imagined how it would feel to have his cock in my arse too. I began to fantasise about it.
Dean moved his tongue and fingers quicker, he went deeper. He rubbed my g-spot again as I fretted my clit. He moaned between my cheeks, he sounded so turned on, like me, fuck, this was so dirty, so fucking hot.
It felt incredible, wicked ideas ran through my mind, my pleasure surged. My climax rose up fast and hit me. I shook and squirmed, I groaned, I pressed myself back into Dean’s face as he ate my arse. I felt myself pulsating around his tongue with each crest of my orgasm.
I came long and hard, it was insanely intense, I fell forwards when it all got too much.
Dean kissed my arse cheeks, then moved up to kiss me neck. “Let’s get you upstairs so I can fuck you properly,” he whispered in my ear.