Author: Paco Andante
Title: Bottoms Up
Keywords: MF, oral, anal

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    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality 
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descriptions of sexual activities, including some that may be considered 
off the beaten track.  Do not read this story if you believe fictional 
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"Do you like my bottom?" Ginger suddenly asked. 

"Well, damn, you know I do," I answered. 

We were lounging on my bed, both naked, and my hand was idly roaming over 
and caressing her beautiful bubble-butt. It was perfect, just the right 
degree of roundness, an inverted "heart-shape," with not a single zit or 
blemish except for a tiny, round birthmark on her left cheek, right in the 
middle. I loved to kiss her right there.  

Ginger and I had been dating about eight months, and having hot sex for 
about six, and as was usual on a Saturday, she came over to my digs a 
little before noon.  We had lunch together. I was in serious lust with 
her, and I was beginning to become conscious of the fact that I loved her 
as well, and was considering asking her to move in with me.  Maybe even, 
(perish the thought; we were too young) of asking her to marry me. 

My place was larger and homier than her efficiency apartment, though we 
sometimes would sojourn there as well, especially during the week, when we 
could, because her place was closer to downtown where we both worked, 
though for different companies.  We were both new-hires, just out of 
college. 

After lunch, we started to make out; kissing and feeling each other up. We 
undressed each other and in a flash she was giving me incredibly good 
head, stringing me out for at least a half-hour before letting me come and 
swallowing all I could produce.  

I would have returned the favor, but both the calendar and her behavior 
told me that it was "that time."  I love eating fine pussy, but not 
menstruating pussy.  Any other time, yeah!  In fact, just the weekend 
before I had "done" her for about an hour.   

On that occasion, it took Ginger about ten minutes of gentle licking to 
get her up to the edge of orgasm, a little longer than usual for her. 
 
Then I kept her on the edge, never letting her fall over or slide back 
down.  I skated the flat of my tongue over her large, prominent clitoris, 
slowly, oh so slowly.  I gently bit her frilly inner lips.  I stabbed a 
finger in her love tunnel, massaging her "G-spot," all carefully, so as to 
string her out deliciously.  

After twenty or so minutes, (I was not watching the clock, after all) 
Ginger was madly gripping my hair, her thighs were squashing my ears and 
she began to pummel my back with her heels, squealing her need.  

At that point I decided to let her have her "goodie," as much in 
self-defense as to give her the "present" I had been withholding only to 
draw out her delight.  So I rapidly flicked her clit with the tip of my 
tongue.  

It only took a couple of seconds before she was gasping, crying out and 
squeezing my finger, still massaging her "G-spot."  Her thighs clamped 
hard on my ears, her stomach fluttered in and out.  

And that was just the start!  As I continued to minister to her clit, lips 
and love hole, she shrieked, (though quietly) and thrashed about on the 
bed like a fish out of water.  I actually became afraid that I was hurting 
her, so I backed off, allowing her to come down off her peak gently.  

Then, when she had mostly recovered, I returned my oral attentions, 
bringing her to repeated orgasms, just as quickly as I could. I sucked her 
clit, I massaged her "G-spot," I even fingered her "taint" and, oh so 
gently, her anus.  I lost count of her orgasms after a half dozen.  

At last she groaned, "No more, my love, please, no more. I can't take any 
more."  

So I relented, wiped my soaked face with tissues and kissed her.  We 
cuddled until she recovered.  

Then she returned the favor, in spades as they say.  She kept me on the 
very brink of orgasm for at least another half hour, alternating her mouth 
and her hand. 

But on this particular weekend, there we were, she on her belly 
with my hand fooling around with her terrific ass, and me on my back 
recovering, my dick still soft and wet from her expert attentions, her 
hands casually playing on my chest.  "The way you like to fondle my 
backside, I'd guess you are a 'bottom-man.'"  

I laughed, partly because she had found a truth, partly because she had 
avoided saying, "Ass man."  

In truth, I was enamored of every bit of her body, her personality, and her 
sense of humor. 

My answer was, "I suppose, at least in your case, that that's so.  I love 
your gorgeous butt. Is there something wrong with that?"  I gave her right 
cheek a squeeze.  

She turned slightly and nuzzled my neck.  "No, it's fine. Squeeze me some 
more; it feels really nice."  

There was a long pause, while she kissed my neck and I fondled her ass 
cheeks, after which I felt her fingers on my balls, gently caressing them. 
As she well knew it would, in very short order this had my cock rising to 
the occasion.  

She giggled. 

"What?" I asked.  

"My pussy is 'out of order' this weekend."  

"I figured that."  

"How?"  

"You always give me a great blow job when it's that time."  I didn't 
mention that I had been following her calendar as well.  

"Oh."  

"Otherwise, you either tease me until I jump your bones, or you just 
sit on it."  

She giggled.  

"Or, you start playing with me until I can't stand any more, and then put 
on that beautiful 'fuck me' face.  But when it's 'that time,' you just go 
for it and 'blow' my mind." 

She doesn't like to screw when she has her period.  She doesn't like the 
mess.  Well, actually, I don't either.  I have very few hang-ups about 
sex, especially not with Ginger, but screwing or eating a woman when she 
has her period, even if she uses a tampon as Ginger did, was still 
something I could not do. But, in case you think otherwise, I had given 
her a nice hand-job on her clit and pussy lips while she blew me, so it 
wasn't as though she hadn't had reason to enjoy the session for herself.  

"Well, but I'm still really horny," she said, in that breathy, sexy voice. 

She paused for a few seconds, biting her lower lip.  I didn't know what to 
say, so I just listened.  That was something I had just recently learned.  
We men are always so anxious to find a "fix," and jump in to recommend 
some answer.  Women usually only want a good listener, so they can talk 
through their own stuff, to be "gotten," or "understood," not "get fixed," 
and if they do want a fix, they'll tell you so.  

"So, it really is OK with me that you're a 'bottom-man,' because? well, 
because I want you to 'do' my bottom."  

"What do you mean, 'do' your bottom?"  

She grabbed my softie and said, "I want you to stick this big thing in my 
little back door and screw me silly!"   

I couldn't believe my ears.  I had been fantasizing about fucking her in 
her magnificent ass for several weeks, working up the courage to ask her. 
Her ass was so terrific, so round, so firm, so beautiful. And her asshole 
was indescribably fine-looking. I was afraid she would refuse.  And here, 
now, my beautiful Ginger was actually asking me for it! 

"Are you sure?" I asked.  

"Well, yeah." She paused, but then went on, "Since I got you to admit to 
being a 'bottom-man,' I guess I should admit that I'm a 'bottom-girl.'  
No, don't misunderstand. I never had the guts to ask anybody before you - 
before us; or to let anybody ask for that." 

She seemed oblivious to the pun she had just made.  She went on, "I never 
had a guy's 'sausage' back there, but I often liked putting my vibrator in 
my rear end when I was playing with myself.  I know from experience how 
much better your 'sausage' feels in my pussy than does my vibrator, so I 
figured it might be like that back there, too. I want to try it - with you."  

I replied, "I'll take that as a compliment.  And, guess what - lately I've 
been day-dreaming about doing it with you anally, too."  

"Oh, yeah? You dirty man!"  

"Yeah, you dirty girl. But I don't have any lube."  

"Pas de problème." 

An endearing quality of Ginger is that she will sometimes, especially when 
excited, spout a phrase or two in a language other than English. Sometimes 
Spanish, sometimes French.  I even think I recognized Russian at one 
point. I hadn't asked her if she was fluent in those languages, but the 
fact that she could speak even a few phrases was impressive.  

In any case, she got up, ruining the pleasure I was having playing with 
her dazzling butt, and went to get her overnight bag. Her body undulated 
in the most delightful way as she crossed the room, her fantastic, smooth 
round ass swaying as she walked, her dark blond hair cascading down her 
back. She returned, her handsome breasts swaying gently, with her 
overnight bag. She sat down and rooted around in it, tossing panties and 
other feminine stuff onto the floor.  At last, she came up with a bottle 
of Astroglide. 

"Voila!" she exclaimed, "What you thought we lacked!"  

"We seem to have a Girl Scout here," I muttered.  

"Nah. I'm just a girl who knows what she wants, and from whom."  

I had to grin.  While I was grinning, she squeezed out a glob of the lube 
into her hand and proceeded to rub it onto my already noticeably recovered 
cock.  The stuff was really slippery, and the lubricated hand-job that 
resulted from her smearing the stuff all over my cock was just heavenly.  

"Oh, that's good. Don't stop," I murmured, my cock springing to attention. 

"Only to sit on that beautiful big 'sausage' of yours!" she whispered back.

She wheeled her right leg over my front and knelt over my stomach, 
facing my feet, still massaging my dick with her slippery hand.  She 
leaned forward, showing me her beautiful ass and anus. She kept herself 
shaved ever since I asked her to, even though her sparse, blonde patch 
hardly hid anything anyway.  

Her back-door was only slightly darker than the rest of her skin, puckered 
inward slightly like a funnel, and was surrounded by a "star" of many 
little crinkles pointing toward that little funnel. Never mind what it was 
mainly for, it was just beautiful. 

I took the bottle from her and smeared some of the Astroglide on my long 
finger and poked it into her little crinkled pucker.  It was really tight. 
I worked it around in there a bit, getting her lubed and loosened.  She 
encouraged me by moaning, "Oh, yeah, oh, that's good."

After a while, I pulled my finger out and lubed the first two fingers and 
eased them in.  The sight of my fingers disappearing into her spectacular 
ass hardened me even more.  I didn't want to hurt her when I did the deed, 
so I was taking it slowly, working her sphincters loose.  

"Ooh, that feels good." she said, continuing to massage my cock gently, 
rubbing the lube onto it and getting it really hard, "If what I'm holding 
feels as much better than those fingers in there as it feels better than 
those fingers in front, I'm just gonna love this!"  

I worked my fingers around in her behind some more after putting 
additional lube on them.  I thrust them in and out, and with them buried 
to the knuckles, I curled them and spread them.  Gradually, I felt her 
sphincter relax.  

"OK, I think I'm ready," she said."Now I want the Real Thing!" 

She scooted down the couple of inches until my cock was aimed at her 
postern gate and sat down.  She aimed me carefully and she grunted as she 
tried to get my dick in her butt.  At first it wouldn't go.  Holding the 
the head against her bung hole, she pressed down, but it popped out; 
she re-aimed and tried again.  

At last, with a gasp, she got all of the flared head of my dick into her 
wrinkled little a-hole, the ring of her sphincter clamping down behind it.
She was incredibly hot and tight, and even with just the head of my cock 
in her bunghole, I almost came right then!   

"Oh, wow," she breathed. 

She let go of my dick with her hand and just held still for a few seconds. 
Then she proceeded to push down on me. There was some resistance at first, 
but then, abruptly, something relaxed, and Ginger slowly sheathed her 
rectum right onto my cock, all the way to the hairs.  She moaned as her 
butt cheeks slapped onto my hips.  

"Oh God, Charlie, you feel so really big in there! Oh, but it's good!"  

"It's good for me, too," I whispered, "You're so tight and hot!"  

"Oh yeah? You think that's tight? How's this?"  

She squeezed her muscles and I felt the vise-grip of her anal contractors 
encasing my dick, massaging the whole length of my by now super-engorged 
member deeply inside her.  

"Mind-boggling!" I whispered in return.  "How is it for you?"  

"Like nothing else I've ever done. Good! God, it's so good."  

She began to move on me.  Just an inch or so, lifting up as she squeezed, 
then relaxing as she dropped all the way down again so that every bit of 
my cock was buried in the secret opening between her exquisite butt cheeks.
She leaned back, getting the last few millimeters of me into her butt.  
My hands roved over her body, savoring her butt cheeks, her slender waist, 
the flare of her hips, settling at last on her magnificent breasts.  
Though not large, they were full, soft but without any sag, and certainly 
more than adequate. They filled my hands most delightfully as I used my 
thumbs to stimulate her already erect nipples. 

She moaned in response, and seized my dick again with her rectal muscles.  
She started to rock fore and aft, just enough to stir my dick in her 
rectum, moving just a half inch or so. It was intense. I just lay there, 
letting her be in charge, resisting the temptation to move in her. I was 
content, no, not merely content but ecstatic to just lie there and have 
her move on me like that.  For several minutes I reveled in the sensation 
and the sight of my honey sitting on my dick, the latter buried to the 
hairs in her lovely anus. I might have been willing to stop - after a 
week or so!  

Then, abruptly, she got off me with an audible "slurp - pop."  I almost 
wailed out loud that she removed herself from me like that, but before I 
could utter any protest, she assumed the doggy position and said, "Do me, 
Charlie! Do my ass!"   

She almost never said "fuck" or "ass" or any of what she called "dirty 
words." I figured it had to be because she was turned on so much.

There was my stunningly lovely Ginger, on her knees and elbows, the 
lovely, round half-globes of her butt cheeks thrust up toward me, with her 
beautiful shaved pussy and her anus, glistening from the lube, both 
presented to me, imploring me to fuck her ass. If I hadn't already been 
rock-hard, that sight would certainly have raised my pecker, even if I'd 
come several times already.  Maybe even if I was half dead! 

I got on my knees behind her and pressed my dick against her wrinkled back 
door.  She grunted as she bore down to ease my entry, and in a flash I was 
back in her wonderful asshole.  It felt so neat going in all in a rush 
like that, so I pulled all the way out and pushed back in again.  

"Ooh," she moaned, "That felt good! Do that again." 

So, I did.  All the way out and all the way back in.  When I pulled out 
the third time, I saw that her bung-hole had dilated a little, and 
although it began to close up, before it had gotten far, I pushed back 
into it.  

I repeated that maybe a half-dozen times.  

"Alright, stop teasing and do me," Ginger gasped.  

"Doesn't this feel good?" I asked.  

"Oh, yes, but I want you to give me all of your big cock."  

Well, honestly, I'm not all that big, but when a woman makes an admiring 
comment, one shouldn't correct her.  Not that I'm small, mind you.  I have 
six and a half inches of what she called 'pleasantly thick sausage,' which 
of course does not make me Johnny Holmes. But if my cock felt big to her, 
so be it.  So I gave it to her; gave it to the root until my balls were 
jammed against her pussy.  This time I just left it all the way in there, 
feeling her hot, tight poop-chute clasp my cock.  

"Good?" I asked.  

"It feels weird and wonderful," Ginger whispered, "I feel so very much 
filled up.  God, Charlie, do you ever feel big in there!"  

She began to wiggle her rump from side to side, making my cock squirm 
around in her, like she did with her pussy when we were fucking vaginally. 
What an incredible feeling; tighter than her pussy, and oh, so very hot! I 
started to pump her in time to her wiggles, not very much, only an inch or 
so out, then in to the balls.  

"Oh, Charlie!  More!"  

"Ain't got no more; you have it all," I said, ramming home.  

"God! If you had more I don't think I could take it! No, I mean move in me 
more."  

So I thrust more, pulling out until just the head was buried, and then 
pushing in to the root.  It was simply fantastic, her hot, oh so hot, 
tight, well-lubed anal passage gripping me, ingesting my superheated 
rod.  I watched as her anus puckered in and out as I fucked it.  It was 
beautiful and tremendously erotic.  

I stepped up the tempo a bit, fucking her anus a little harder and faster. 
I tried my old trick that worked so well in her pussy; I gave her three 
fast, short strokes deep in her, then followed with three long, slow ones, 
almost all the way out and as deep as I could get.  

"That works great in my pussy," Ginger said, "But in there I want you to 
stroke deep and slow, like you did before.  God, Charlie, it feels so 
damn good!"  

She was my lovely Ginger, and it was her ass that was being plundered 
after all, so I stroked her as she asked, deeply and slowly. I pushed in, 
taking a second or two to slam home, stayed deep in her ass for a 
second, and then pulled back almost all the way taking another second.  
It was driving me wild as well, since she clamped down on me as I 
withdrew, feeling tighter and hotter than anything my dick had ever 
experienced before! 

After a dozen strokes or so, my lovely Ginger started to babble, "I want 
it, Oh Charlie, I want it. Unh! Give it to me!  Oh, that's it! 
Unh! Do it to me! Ohhhh!" That last groan was as I slammed all the 
way home.  

She reached between her legs and grasped my balls, fondling them and 
rubbing them against her pussy. I pumped her outstanding behind.  
She joined in the action, pushing herself back at me, driving me deep into 
her entrails, pushing her ass cheeks hard against my hips. Progressively, 
we stepped up the pace. Her ass was just so hot and tight, I couldn't hold 
myself back.  I fucked her ass faster and harder. Though she had asked me 
to go slow and deep, it seemed to get better for her also, and she stopped 
babbling, moaning and groaning instead.  

Ginger started to come.  She whimpered. I felt her sphincters convulsing 
around my cock, still jabbing piston-like deeply in her ass.  She wailed, 
fortunately not so loudly that my neighbors would come running, but loud 
enough that I knew she was starting a grand orgasm.  If she had not given 
me such good and thorough head less than an hour before, I could not have 
resisted coming myself, with Ginger's beautiful ass shuddering and 
squeezing in orgasm on my rock-hard cock.  But I did manage to resist, 
holding completely still, buried as far up her rectum as I could go.  

She shuddered and gasped, her whole body going into spasms.  The muscles 
of her rectum clasped tightly on my deeply ensconced member, trembling on 
it; milking it as it were, until I was on the very verge of orgasm myself. 
But I didn't come. She dropped her head to the sheets and bunched big 
clumps of them up in them.  A gloss of sweat broke out on her back. She 
relaxed just enough that I could move in her again, so I gave her a 
couple of long, slow thrusts.  

"Oh, God!" she moaned, and her orgasm peaked again.  

When Ginger came down from the clouds, I resumed stroking her, using the 
identical slow, deep strokes she said she liked.  She moved on me also, 
showing me the speed she wanted. In a few minutes she started to babble 
again, telling me, "Do it, oh, Charlie! Unh! Give it to me, do me deep!"  

I knew she was getting close to having another, so I stepped up the pace a 
bit, and every few strokes, I would pound her fast, only an inch or so, 
but really deep in her. She started groaning again. Once more she moved a 
hand back to grab my nuts. I helped her out by rubbing my palm over her 
clit, and almost immediately she was convulsing on me with her second 
anal orgasm.  

Well, I was really close, too, so I rammed her ass deeply and for all I 
was worth. She actually screamed, "Oh Charlie, DO IT!"  

Between her tight anal muscles shuddering, my fierce ramming, and her 
fondling my nuts, in seconds I was coming, too.  

"Oh, God, I can feel it!" she cried, "I can feel you coming. Coming in my 
ass! Oh! Ung, great!  Oh, yeah, come in my ass! OH! YEAH!"  

I stabbed as deeply as I could go, pulling hard on her hips until her 
buttocks were crushed firmly against me and I shot load after load into 
her bowels.  Ginger was still grunting, her quivering rectum clenching my 
erupting cock.  

After I shot my last, I resumed stroking, slower now, until my dwindling 
erection began to soften, and then I plunged it all the way in again.  It 
took a long while before Ginger's ass muscles stopped their spasms, even 
after my cock began to deflate.

We stayed in that position for a long while, Ginger on her shoulders and 
knees, me on my knees behind and over her, my cock still deeply sheathed. 
I kissed her back and her neck. My hands roved over her delectable body. 

After a bit, Ginger brought her knees together and started to lie down 
flat. Rather than let her pull off me, I moved my legs outside hers and 
followed her down, lying over her back, my softened dick still holstered 
in her tight rectum.  

"Oh, yeah, Charlie, leave it in me. Even soft, it feels SO good in there."

I kissed her neck and ears and stroked her back and ass cheeks. She 
clamped down on me, holding my cock tightly in her ass. As much as I 
wanted to keep my softie in her, it eventually slipped out.  So I rolled 
off Ginger's back and checked us out.  To my pleasant surprise there was 
no shitty mess, neither on my cock nor on her ass.  But I was pretty 
smelly, so I got up and washed.  Returning, I wiped a blob of the 
Astroglide off her with some Kleenex and resumed fondling her bubble-butt. 

"So, how was it?" I asked her after a few minutes, "How'd you like it 
anally?  From what I could tell, it seemed really good for you."  

"Charlie, I loved it! It was even better than I had imagined it would be. 
It felt a little weird, but wonderful. And how big your 'sausage' felt! 
Was it good for you, too?"  

"Oh, yeah! I loved 'doing' your beautiful butt!"  

She grinned broadly, "We're going to do it that way again, I guess, hunh?"  

"Any time you want it." 

Her grin widened as she started to play with my balls all over again,
"Then we're going to do it that way a whole lot! How soon do you think 
we can get it hard again?" 

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