A Little More About O... Part 2

Under the shower, I thoroughly wash my ass and thighs, removing the remnants of semen mixed with some fragrant perfume, apparently used by Anton as lube. My thoughts are tangled around what happened – Anton, how could he? He took advantage of my condition, fucked me, I didn't want this! And me? Why didn't I wake up when he was putting it in? Why did I drink so much wine that I was still under the influence of drunken stupor in the morning? Why didn't I break free when I felt him fucking me? What to do next? Leave? Go away? I never imagined my first sex like this at all! I calm down a bit and admit to myself that I received unusual, excitingly pleasant sensations that

haven't let go of me until now. And also, how will Anton behave when he comes to his senses? Maybe he won't remember — a faint hope flashed.

After the shower, I dry myself with a towel and bend over, turning my backside to the large mirror, spreading my cheeks, arching to examine the state of my itching hole. Contrary to expectations, I don't find any changes, except for a slightly swollen anal ring.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I go to the bedroom, where Anton is probably still sleeping, clearly having had too much yesterday, judging by the half-empty bottle of vodka on the table in the hall, besides those two bottles of wine we emptied together. In the bedroom, I'm enveloped by a sweetish smell of perfume and semen; on the nightstand by the bed, I notice a half-squeezed, unclosed tube of cream, I screw the cap back on and feel the already familiar scent. I carefully open the window a bit, but the quiet sound still disturbs Anton, and he, without waking up, turns onto his back. My gaze is magnetically drawn to the triangle of light, reddish hair in his groin, stops on his slightly swollen-in-sleep cock, long, seems about twice as long as mine, covered in delicate velvety skin, hiding a slightly protruding small pinkish head. I'm afraid to admit to myself that the sight of the cock that was inside me this morning and which, in a way, took my virginity – excites and turns me on.

Taking underwear, shorts, and a fresh T-shirt from the shelf, I quietly, so as not to wake Anton, go out into the hall and get dressed. I remember that I need to prepare lunch for the builders, I go down to the first floor to the kitchen-living room. I learned to cook from my mom, she knows how and loves to cook deliciously, I always helped her with it. I look in the fridge, find everything I need, and decide that today I'll make goulash with pasta. I find a large pot, put the meat I found in the fridge to thaw. I put on a colorful apron that happened to be there so as not to stain my T-shirt, tie the strings in a bow at my waist, find a cutting board, and start cooking. In the process, I painfully try to put my thoughts in order. The bustle at the stove distracts me a bit from my scattered thoughts. I listen to my condition – my ass still retains a feeling of fullness, and the walls of the worked, swollen anus rub against each other, making me remember that I was recently fucked, and I also notice that because of this, when walking, I have to stick out my rear and slightly sway my hips.

The upcoming conversation with Anton is very stressful; judging by the sounds coming from the second floor, he's already woken up and is taking a shower. I hear him running down the stairs, entering the living room; I'm standing turned away towards the stove, in a state of stupor, not figuring out how to behave in this situation – after all, he fucked me while being drunk. In a few steps, he's behind my back, lightly slaps me on the ass, and cheerfully exclaims:

— Valyuha, hi!

I was stunned – Valyuha! – I was always Valek for him!

— Anton, why did you do this to me? – my voice breaks, I feel my lips trembling, and tears, against my will, well up in my eyes.

— Valechka, sweetie — he hugs me from behind, presses his lips to my neck, and covers it with kisses.

— Don't worry so much, everything is fine with us, you can't imagine how cute you are – he whispers hotly into my ear, making me shiver from the tickling. We had a good time, didn't we? – Anton states more than asks.

— Well, tell me, you had a good time, didn't you? Tell me, was it good?

— Good – I squeezed out uncertainly.

— Well, that's fine then, let's leave everything as it is!

— As it is? – I clarify.

— Well, we're good together, and no one-no one will ever find out about this! – Anton assured me hotly, turned my face with his palms towards himself, and began covering my lips, cheeks, neck with short kisses. I pulled away in confusion, Anton hugged me once more, smacked my cheek —

— Gotta run, need to go to the city, buy something for the construction.

— Valechka, and you think until evening, how we should proceed... that's it, kisses, adieu! – he waved his hand at me and went out the door.

I mentally loaded – indeed, if this is a game and our relationship remains a secret, then why not accept this game and leave everything as it is? Especially since I enjoy the new sensations... .

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door; Arif – the foreman of the builders – came in with his assistant, took the food I prepared.

I went upstairs to the bedroom, deciding to lie down after the shocks of this day and, if possible, take a nap.

I wake up from the sensation of a wet kiss on my lips, I see Anton's sparkling eyes. Pulling away from my lips, he asks:

— Well, what have you decided? — Overcoming the feeling of awkwardness, I simply answer

— Yes!

— Just yes yes? – Anton asks again. I answer once more —

— Yes.

Anton scoops me up in his arms and spins me around the bedroom. Then puts me on the floor and says

— Then I have a gift for you! And he runs down the stairs. Returns with a bag in beautiful packaging.

— Here, while I go to the builders, I'll be back in about half an hour, I want something from this to be on you!

I wait until he leaves and open the bag. In the bag, there are several soft bundles and one small one with hard contents. I open the soft ones first; a black silk lace lingerie set spills onto the bed. I sort it by items – panties with an open back and a dense triangle in front, small lace frills on the sides and front, stockings, a garter belt with suspenders, a short top with zero darts, and a short lace nightgown. The second set is in the same style, only white; in addition to this – a yellow, also silk, short kimono with pink dragons. In the last small bag, I found two bottles, a fairly large one, about 250 grams, black, with a dispenser spout and incomprehensible inscriptions in Arabic script, and a small one, about the thickness of a finger, on which I read the inscription: "perfume with pheromones."

Running my hands over the lace silk, I get slightly aroused. I take off my underwear, shorts, and T-shirt, scrutinize myself in the mirror. Not skinny and not fat, with not very developed flat musculature on shoulders and arms, a flat tummy. Hips and buttocks, pumped up during acrobatics classes, are well developed and since then have rounded out a bit, become heavier, and look quite feminine, emphasizing the characteristic transition from waist to hips. I quickly take a shower, return to the bedroom, put on the panties Anton brought, choosing the black ones, the same garter belt with stockings. I complete the outfit with the top, which exposes my stomach. I scrutinize myself in the mirror and see a girl with beautiful figure lines, somewhat flat chest, full hips, and a round, neat butt. My new look is completed by gorgeous blond hair down to my shoulders, framing a fresh face with a neat nose, slightly puffy lips, and eyes of a bright greenish hue.

I catch myself starting to get aroused from the touch of the silk clinging to me and the visual effect from my own image in the mirror.

Oh wow! – I hear Anton's voice,

I feel blood rushing to my face – did he see or not see me spinning in front of the mirror?

— Open the perfume — Anton nods at the bottles I placed on the nightstand. I take the small bottle out of its transparent wrapper, open the glass stopper, and apply it, dabbing behind my ears, on my neck, and slightly under my armpits, as my mom always did when getting ready for work. I feel myself surrounded by a cloud of pleasant, intoxicating scent.

— And what's here? – I ask, pointing at the second large black bottle:

-That's for you and me — he smiles mysteriously, but I already understand what it is... .

— Put this on instead of a robe — he hands me the kimono, I put it on, tie the belt, and Anton, hugging my waist, pulls me out of the bedroom. Going out into the hall, I discover a beautifully set table, fruits, grapes, a large bottle of champagne, two glasses filled with wine, and – a huge red rose in a thin, elongated vase in the center of the table.

— Do you like it? — Asked Anton

— Yes, very much! – I whispered. For the first time in my life, I see a flower meant for me.

Anton sits me on the sofa next to him; with excitement, I feel his thigh against mine, and looking at the rose, I unexpectedly reach out and kiss him on the cheek; a treacherous wave of weightlessness rolls in the lower part of my stomach, I feel myself blushing and move away.

— To us! – raising his glass, Anton proclaims, and I, following him, bravely drink the glass of champagne to the bottom. Anton pours more and more; from the wine and the intoxicating scent of the perfume, the surrounding reality slows down and for some period of time turns into blurred living pictures. We talk about something, Anton tells jokes, we laugh loudly together, then the champagne runs out, we open wine from the supplies, drink to brotherhood, kiss – Anton takes my hand and softly presses my open palm to his groin. Through his shorts, I feel his not yet fully swollen cock, stroke it through the fabric, then try to slip my palm under the shorts, but due to the tied strings, I don't get enough space. I bend down, untie the strings, and pull the shorts down to his knees. Artem kicks his legs and drops them on the floor. I wrap my fingers around the warm shaft and begin to move the delicate velvety skin along it. Anton passionately takes my lips with his, sensually sucking and trying to penetrate between them with his tongue. I part my lips slightly and willingly accept his tongue deep into my mouth, gently sucking and touching it with the tip of my tongue. His cock under my hand fills up, begins to pulsate and harden, rising erect. Anton pulls away from my lips, and I have the opportunity to examine the organ that excites me. How long it really is – flashes through my thoughts. Unable to restrain my desires, I bend down and cover this straight, even cock along its entire length with short kisses. Then I try to encircle its roundness with my lips and begin to move them along the back of the cock from the head to the pubis and back up.

I try to approach the cock from the inside; sitting on the sofa is inconvenient, I change position, get on my knees, and finally reach the coveted target with my lips. The swollen head of the cock is already fully out of the foreskin – I rise to it and begin to gently work on it with my tongue. I see how a round cave opens in the middle and droplets of fluid begin to come out of it. I take it all into my mouth and, gently sucking, caress it with my tongue in circular motions from the frenulum side. Anton runs the fingers of his hands through my hair and presses on the back of my head, trying to push his cock even deeper. I let it into me a little more than half and begin to actively move my head, while feeling the head pressing against my throat. I try to take it even deeper; the head unexpectedly easily goes further, and my nose rests against his pubis. Sticking my tongue out as far as possible, gasping for breath, I continue to make sweeping movements with my head, trying, with a full deepthroat, to touch my saliva-drenched scrotum with my outstretched tongue. Saliva streams down from the base of the cock, gathering in droplets on the intimate hair and falling further, forming a small puddle on the skin of the sofa.

Anton's breathing becomes noisy and intermittent; he spreads his thighs even wider, forcefully impaling my head on his cock by the back of my head, and energetically moving his pelvis. He begins to be shaken by a coarse tremor; understanding what's about to happen, I slightly pull my head back, leaving only the pulsating head in my mouth, and freeze in anticipation. Anton groans hoarsely, and from his sweet head, hot semen begins to shoot in pulsating streams into the sky of my mouth, suddenly turning into hot sparks that, in one, second, third wave, pass through all corners of my body, gather somewhere between the ring of my anus and my scrotum, and pour out in streams from my cock, making me convulse. My fingers dig into Anton's buttocks, I whimper thinly, holding his deflating cock in my mouth. I come to my senses when the already soft head slips out of my mouth, and I'm on my knees, burying my face in Anton's hot, wet groin, arching my back and sticking out my raised ass. The solid triangle of my panties is abundantly soaked, now with my own semen... .

Damn, I came so hard from the first blowjob I ever gave to a man!!!

Anton comes to his senses first, helps me, completely exhausted, to get up from my knees. I take off my kimono, and we go to the shower together. While I fuss, pulling off the top, unclipping the stockings from the belt, and finally, the panties, the back slit of which hasn't come in handy yet, Anton is already splashing under the shower. I climb in next to him and also wash myself thoroughly. We come out, dry ourselves with towels. Anton wraps a towel around his hips, and I put the kimono back on, barely covering my ass and my dick.

All this time we are silent, experiencing what happened. Anton sits on the sofa and, pouring wine into the empty glasses, asks:

— Valechka, what was that?

— I don't know, just like that, I just wanted to!

— Damn, our evening isn't over yet, and I'm already drained, no, sucked dry – Anton laughs.

I don't feel a drop of embarrassment or awkwardness! Today I was an equal partner to my man and made him experience a powerful orgasm. No, not "I was," I correct myself, "I was"!

— I am," I correct myself once more, the whole night is still ahead!

To be continued.

Alexbacha, 2024.