Hit'n Those Notes Ch. 05

I felt his hands move from my ass to my bra strap and he quickly undid the clasp. I panicked and brought my arms to my chest between us. Four years of HRT did nothing for the development of my breasts. My doctor said the A-and-a-half cup size, a stretch I think, was all my 36" chest would likely ever have. My options - if I ever to become independently wealthy and cared to fix my current lack of having breasts - was to get implants. Until then, having nearly nothing to show on my chest was a trigger for a dark ride and a lot of self-loathing. Augh...

"Whoa... You alright," Tyler asked sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm...," I stopped mid-sentence. How do I explain the need to wear a larger cup size and an overly padded bra just to have, to present as more feminine?

"Look," he began, while gently sliding the bra straps from my shoulder, "We're nearly naked, it's no big deal... Here," he stepped back a half step, and pulled his boxers down - stepping out of them - then swayed his hips left and right playfully. This of course caused his erect cock to slap his body as it moved side to side and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"See...," he said laughing, "I'm free! Free, I tell ya!"

OMG! I lost it and couldn't help but laugh even harder. He was being silly, vulnerable, and... I slowly let my bra slide down my arms and off - tossing it toward the 'Throne of Clothes' we'd created only this time my throw was on target.

"Very nice," he said reaching out to trace the edges of my left breast, then totally palming my right.

He squeezed gently and I thought I was going to fall over. When he leaned in to take a swollen nipple in his mouth I moaned and ran a hand through his hair... OH-MY-F'n-GOD!

I sucked in a slow breath, deliberately straining against a warming sensation cursing through my body. His hand was warm, but the sensation of someone other than me touching my breasts was electrifying. His lips on my nipple - no way I could describe what that was doing to me. I tingled all over and tried to close the distance between us. He licked my breast a last time and wrapped his arms around me - our chest becoming one. I could barely breathe...

When he hugged me tighter, his cock rubbed my mid-riff, and it was my turn to touch him. I reached between us and grabbed hold of his cock. He stiffened ever so slightly. I traced a finger over the swollen bulbous head of his cock - there was pre-cum and it made my finger tip slip and slide over it. That made him move his hips, pushing his cock through my grip until the shaft was...

I let my grip slip away and moved my hands up to Tyler's chest, pushing him backwards gently so he had to sit on the edge of the bed or fall over the corner of it. He complied with just a hint of confusion on his face or expectation he hadn't thought might be possible. I honestly couldn't tell which was the case. I'm sure the overly serious look on my face, in the dim light of the room, had him wondering what had come over me.

Yeah, I'd pretty much decided to 'Fuck my fears!' I was going to take advantage of this opportunity for all it's worth.

I moved between his legs as he sat and with a bit more force pushed him back onto the bed so he was laying with his legs hanging over the edge. I thought about climbing onto the bed and straddling his body, but his cock was the target of my attention -- though being on top of him and kissing him was also a desire -- that would come...

I watched him watching my every move and as I drug my nails lightly along the inside of his thighs towards his balls - I could tell he was barely breathing. When my hands cupped the warm tender keepers of his seed, he squirmed slightly, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Okay... You, you... You have my attention...," he said smiling up at me.

"I think I had," I took his cock in one hand while gently tracing a finger around his crotch and pubic hair, "Your attention long before our clothes went flying toward the chair," I replied softly.

He bucked a little when my finger slid through his precum again; he moved his hand to mine holding his cock.

"Mmmugh... And every action has a reaction, so when it's my turn I will show you the same merc..." I leaned over quickly, parted my lips, and enveloped the engorged head of his cock before he could finish his statement.

He was talking too much anyway and I had his beautiful cock in my hand and I had a want... A want to wrap my lips around it!

Tyler gasped, "Oooh... Oh, fuck...," and whatever thought he had about turns or mercy or whatever were now lost as my lips rode just the head of his cock. I could barely breathe. Was I really doing this?!

Gone was his hand on mine, only to be replaced with him trying to gyrate his hips so as to push those six, maybe seven inches of heavenly cock further into my mouth slowly, with purpose.

He began to babble, "Oooh fuck...," then, "Breee, ah, ah...," and more music to my ears, "God, that feels so good..."

I was sucking just the head of his cock, swirling my tongue over the tip - probing where his cum would eventually gush, licking it, and occasionally I would slurp loudly - just to fuck with him. My saliva coated his shaft and my hand began to slide easily up and down it when he would buck or try to thrust in an attempt to get more than the head of his cock inside of my mouth. It was a struggle, but one I was enjoying more than I could have ever imagined. He seemed to be enjoying himself - which only buoyed my confidence.

When I thought I had played with him long enough I moved my lips slowly toward where my hand had a firm grasp at the base of his cock. That got me a few strains breaths through clenched teeth from him and a loud proclamation, "Auh... aaah... Brea..."

Something clicked in my brain, I lost control, lost my want to take things slow and to torture, frustrate him sexually. I began to bob my head up and down his shaft quicker. Pulling on his shaft on the retreat to its swollen and throbbing head, pulling the skin tight when my lips traveled down to my waiting hand at the base of his cock. My lips smacking, slurping when the head of his cock slipped from between my lips. He tried to sit up, but flopped back down on the bed as soon as my face drove down his shaft quickly.

I moaned as I reengaged and got my lips to my fingers at the base of his cock again. He whimpered, then arched his back, trying to push his cock even further into my mouth. When I had as much of his cock in my mouth as I felt comfortable with, I constricted my mouth and used my tongue to squeeze its head and shaft. I'd never done that before, that I can remember, but it seemed natural and his response was a pleasingly loud moan. I was almost to gag depth on his cock - but I had this, I had control. OM-F'n-G! This was so amaz...

Without warning Tyler pulled his knees even with my head and somehow got his legs over my shoulders from my kneeling position between his legs, locking my head between his muscular thighs. At first I thought he was just trying to be cute, showing me he was flexible or something - but what he'd done was trapped his cock in my mouth. My face could not retreat now and his cock was firmly stuffed in my mouth.

My concentration was instantly shot and I panicked. I moved my hands to his legs, which was a mistake because without my hand at the base of his cock he was able to force my face even further onto his cock. I gagged and coughed when that happened, clawing wildly at his legs while groaning, gurgling air and saliva in a fully stuffed mouth...

I was panicking, scared! I sucked air in heavy gulps through my nose, trying to turn my head against his muscular thighs that weren't forgiving or showing me any mercy. I couldn't free myself or get his cock from entering the back of my throat. He placed his hands on the back of my head - as if I weren't trap already between his legs - and tried pushing my head further onto his cock! I tried to get off my knees, but couldn't. I couldn't even lean into him to get some sort of leverage to remove his legs from around my neck and head.

What the fuck are you doing?! I can't take anymore of you in my mouth without puking or worse... Fuck! I wanted to be free of being trapped like this and I pushed hard on his legs again as a desperate muffled cry escaped my fully opened mouth -- hurting due to fighting being stuff full of his cock. I was drooling saliva like crazy, squirming, trying to pull away, and trying to push his legs over my head... Nothing was working! And I realized I couldn't breathe...

I coughed and felt him flex his cock in my mouth a few times - I could feel it expand slightly at the back of my throat. What the hell?! If you fucking cum I will... My neck was hurting, my lips were smashed against the base of his cock, his pubs were annoying my... Fuck! He was hurting me -- how doesn't he know?!

"Oiueeeh...," I tried to cry out, "Eiiier...," I tried to call out his name in vain. Did he not hear me?! I was hyperventilating... Fear... I can't breathe...

I slapped my palm against his leg twice and there was the slightest hint of relief from being choked out. He slowly eased his leg lock on my trapped head after that, but before I could escape I felt him reach between his legs, hook his hands beneath my armpits, and in one motion he pulled me on top of him.

I coughed violently, chest heaving, and then coughed a few more times...

"Whaaa...," I couldn't speak and tried to regain some manner of normal breathing, but just collapsed on him. My face was smeared with my own spit. It was in my hair, and my hair was a complete mess, plastered to my face. I tried to rub my face on his chest, while dragging strands of hair from my mouth... I felt dizzy, disoriented...

His hands dropped to my hips and without warning the room flipped upside down before I knew what was happening. He had rolled us over and was now on top of me, then stood where I had been kneeling between his legs moments ago at the foot of the bed. Everything was moving so quickly and I was sure I probably blacked out, maybe just for a fraction of a second. I tried to shake the fog from my head...

"You might have been a little scared but," he hooked his fingers at the waist band of my panties and pulled them down to my knees before I realized what was happening. Gravity made them drop to my ankles, since my legs were now dangling over the edge of the bed. He was looking at my partially engorged cock, "This says maybe that wasn't so bad...," he fingered the tip of my little cock.

Shit! My panties were at my ankles and he'd just touched me! Why didn't I stop him! Now I truly felt like I was outside of my body watching him standing over me. He moved a hand to my cock, which dwarfed the skinny three inch appendage I hated so much.

I wondered - How is this happening right now? What was going to happen? The answer came quickly as his hand moved over the head of my cock...

"Brea, I fucking want you...," he stated as if there would be confusion on my part.

Huh? You want to fuck me? Had I heard him correctly? I trembled as his fingers moved and slid over the tip of my cock... Precum? Really?! That hadn't happened all that much since I before HRT. How could it have gotten so slippery...

Tyler stepped back, reached between my legs, pushed my thighs toward my chest, and got down on his knees at the foot of the bed. I cried out louder than I meant too when his tongue licked the tight rosebud opening below my tiny balls. Oh FUCK! Oh... Oh! FuCk!

"Ahhhhh! Hey... Hey... Whhaaaait...," he didn't stop or didn't hear me. How is that possible?! Is this what I wanted to happen?

The backs of my heels were now firmly on his shoulders, he had my tiny cock in his hand, and his tongue flicked and probed my ass relentlessly. FUCK! I couldn't help but squirm, buck uncontrollably, moan, and even grab handfuls of the comforter... God this felt amazing! I didn't want him to stop!

I tried to take his head in my hands at some point, but he pushed them away. FUCK ME! He squeezed the head of my cock and I yipped a startled cry - but it didn't faze him and he just moved on with his assault on my sex as if I was encouraging him.

"Tttyer.... Tyler...," I pleaded.

His reply was a deep moan as his tongue entered my ass.

I arched my back uncontrollably and barked, "Fuck!"

He didn't slow down, it was like anything I said was encouraging him. I could feel a building pressure long lost - but not forgotten - as he massaged his hand up and down my shaft.

"No... I... Wait, wait, wait... Ty... Waaa..." No acknowledgment... That familiar sensation was clicked into place, locked in faster than I could have imagined. His hand sliding up and down my shaft, tightening tiny balls, his tongue licking my ass... I was going to... Oh shit! I was going...

"Oh... Fuck! Auh! No... Aiiee...," I cried out, "I'm caaan't... Fucking... AHHAHHH! Tyler..."

And there was a deep push of his tongue in my ass as I pulsed a dribble of cum onto my belly from a semi-flaccid cock he was jacking with intensity. The first and only discharge was numbing and I floundered, twisted, and tried to ride out the ghost of that fleeting pleasure long since forgotten. I had cupped my hands over his to get him to slow down his hammering my cock, to try and get him to stop. It was over in less than two minutes. I had cum in virtually no time at all...

I could feel the dribbled cum on my hands, his hands. A slippery sticky mess and every movement he made with his tongue in my ass sent a jolt through my body. I sucked in heavy breaths and exhaled through pursed lips. Oh fuck! OH FUCK! Did what I think just happen, happen?! My body went limp...

I lay there in the glow of post sex numbness, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and trying to reason how pleasurable it was. I was spent, so please, please don't touch me I thought... When I finally opened my eyes, Tyler looked pretty pleased about what he'd just accomplished. I, I didn't want to think about it too much or the dysphoria gorilla would be happy to piss all over me.

I tried to smile, but shook my head, covering my eyes with my forearm as if that would make this any less embarrassing. Somewhere in all that had just happened I'm positive I had an out of body experience and my DNA had split or morphed or... I had never had an orgasm like that in my life.

I felt Tyler's hand move over my stomach. I peeked beneath my arm to see what he was doing. He was gathering the sticky cum I'd just ejaculated all over my stomach. I was confused and wondered what the hell he was doing. When he moved his finger, coated in the slick sticky cum, to my ass - it was clear. The liberally rubbing it around the tight opening between my legs and slowly pushing his fingertip inside of me... Fuck!

I gave him a look, full of concern, maybe laced with fear. When he was done gather the cum from my stomach, he looking down at me as if looking for my approval or to see if there was an objection to what was about to happen. I was still trying to come down off of an orgasmic high and he was already shifting gears. I needed to say...

"Relax...," he said, pushing two finger tips slowly inside of me, "Push against my fingers... Relax," he said.

Relax? Are you fucking kidding? I tightened the muscles down there and tried to push back as requested. It helped, but was still not exactly comfortable. It was though kind of arousing though and that made me worry a little about where my head was at the moment.

Did I really want this? Had is 'Asked' for it? Was he thinking that sex was on the agenda tonight? I watched him spit in his hand and rub it over his cock, then he applied some of his saliva to my ass. Was I really going to just lay here and let him fuck me? With No condom?! Wait... He had a condom on - it was light-pink in color - what the hell?

"Where did that come from," I asked.

"I've had it in my hand since I took my pants off. You didn't notice?"

"No... I was a bit preoccupied with, like a thousand other things..."

"Yeah, I could see where you might have been lost in a few other sensations... I was too," he said with a wolfish grin.

You think?! I watched him loop his arms behind my knees and lift / pulled me more towards the edge of the bed. OMG! Was this really going to happen? Is this what I wanted? I watched him switch his hold on my legs, take his cock in his hand, and rub it over my tight, but fairly lubed rosebud opening...

"Relax and push...," and when he had himself lined up where he wanted he tried to slowly pushed his cock's head inside of me. I was holding my breath, trying to push against his insertion attempt, trying to relax...

"Breathe Brea...," he encouraged.

All I heard was 'Brea...' My eyes firmly closed and rolled back in my head, face straining, there was pain... Ears ringing - more pain, then a moment of relief... I moved a hand toward my ass cheek, trying to spread a muscle that ached, but wasn't remotely involved with what was happening... Fuck! It hurts...

"Keep your knees together... Breathe...," he paused, "Puuush...," he said softly coaching me.

I moaned louder. It hurt, there was a lot of pressure, but it was hurting less when my knees were together... Fuck! How did we get to this... I felt my body bounce toward the headboard with a slight jolt, then I was pulled slightly back toward the edge of the bed. What the hell? I opened my eyes and looked up at Tyler.

"You...," he said with a hint of strain in his voice, "Okay?"

When I looked down his hips were firmly against my ass. OH FUCK! I huffed a few heavy breaths... He was fully inside of me! What the hell?! How?! I put a hand on his stomach and pushed him back slowly. He did as I wanted, but he had no intention of pulling out and with just the head of his cock still inside of me he pushed back in slowly. I tried to relax every muscle, but it wasn't helping - but it wasn't hurting as much either. Wait, it hurts!

He smiled looking down at me, "Oh my God, you... You feel incredible..."

There was more pain, more pressure, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd experienced in the past. Was he smaller than those other men? No, pretty sure he was bigger... My mind was being tugged in too many directions. Pain...

"Slooo... Slower...," I whined and he rocked forward and back into me.

The difference between him and those others two guys I had been with - he wasn't in a hurry to get his rocks off. He seemed content to prolonging the inevitable, his cumming, by making the experience somewhat tolerable for me. Fuck! Was that what was going on?

Tyler obliged, slowing his thrusts into me, while maintaining a neutral angle of attack...

"Brea...," he whispered, pulling back quickly and thing gliding slowly back in until he was completely inside of me.

"Uaha...," I tried to reply.

"Fuck..."

"Yes...," I absently croaked, as my body was swaying back and forth on the bed ever so slightly as he pumped his cock in and out of me at a slow pace.

How did this happen?! He stopped and I looked between my legs - OMG - he was fully inside of me! AGAIN! I watched him lean forward and take his thumb and forefinger to pinch the swollen nipple of my right breast.

I groaned a little and moved my hand to his, "That hurts... Not so hard..." I huffed a few quick puffs of air between clenched lips.

"Sorry...," he replied quietly.

He palmed both my breasts, holding them firmly while gyrating his hips a couple inches back, and then pushing all of his cock inside of me with a little more force...

FUCK! There was no denying the pain had leveled off, but it was still there and when he was completely inside of me - it was fifty-percent pleasure, fifty-percent painful, and one-hundred-percent satisfying. I was still in shock that this was happening and, well - this WAS actually fucking happening!