Meeshas Firsts Ch 09

Prelude to an Ass Fuck

It Is About to Become Reality

"So where do you think you're gonna do it?" Andrea asked.

The three of us - Andrea, Shiela, and me - were sitting in the living room a few days later. To say I was "obsessing" on the idea would be an understatement. I was looking forward to it. I was scared of the idea. I wanted to feel it. I was afraid it would hurt. I looked forward to the complete submission that Andrea told me about. I thought of the handcuffs and the ball gag and the posture collar and the hood I'd bought at Electra's shop.

"Probably my room here," I said. "Can't really afford another hotel trip, however nice and private that was."

"Thrown on the bed and fucked like a whore?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah," I eventually said. I took a sip of the wine. "I like the sound of that."

"So how are you gonna get all your stuff on? I can't imagine you're going to open the door to him in a gag and handcuffs."

"Hey! I've got an idea," Shiela said. "And we can help. Which I think would be super hot." She described this to us over the next five or ten minutes, and I have to say, with all the exquisite (and delicious) ideas she added, it did sound pretty hot. It was going to happen in my room. She suggested that Andrea would be the one to lube up the two of us, partly because she was with me in The Toy Store when Electra demonstrated to the two of us how to use the "Lube Shooters."

Trouble is, we were in finals prep week for Spring, which meant lots of study and review, so while it meant a whole night together for us, it wouldn't turn out to be the weekend of Meesha's Virginity Lost that Frank and I held so dear.

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A few days later, it still wasn't especially clear how this was going to start, and I was a little unsure of... well... how realistic we could make it. I knew what I wanted to do when it came down to the moment, but the build-up was still kind of up-in-the-air for me. The general idea was that I was going to get in touch with Frank, ask him over (no purpose stated, just to visit, mostly), have me dressed in regular "college girl" clothes to answer the door.

I tapped in Frank's number. "Sounds good. I've got some stuff to finish up; how does half an hour or sound?"

"Of course. See you then!" And that was that; the die had been cast.

"Not more than half an hour, my excellent friends! And remember, I'm trusting you."

"Nah, we're not gonna forget, Meesha. Just remember the scenario and go with it!" Andrea said.

Good enough, although I was sitting on pins & needles for the next many minutes, thinking about what was to come. Besides me. With an ass-full of Frank's man-goo at the climax and after.

I was pleased to see that Andrea and Shiela both had a case of the "fidgets," too. I still had no idea what to expect of the actual act, but I did know I was looking forward to it.

Almost right on the money, the doorbell rang. We each looked at one another. "Ready for this, Meesh?" Shiela asked.

"Ready as I'm gonna be, I think." I got up to answer the door. Of course, there was Frank. Once again I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I thought of what the evening was going to bring. "Hey guy! Come on in and make yourself at home! Can I get you anything?"

"Ya know, first time I was here, you ladies had some beer called Badger-something. Still got some?"

"You. Are. In. Luck," I said. "Botswana Badger it is. Right back! "Girls?"

"See if there's any wine left," Shiela said.

The four of us got comfortable and chatted a while, and I'm sure my friends were keeping an eye on my beer bottle (and Frank's) as a gauge for when to commence the... er... festivities, let's say.

Wasn't too much longer and we were done.

"Meesha, could you come back to Andrea's room with us?"

"Uh yeah, I guess. Frank too?"

"No, just you. You'll see.

This was it! The ass-fuck was nearly upon me!

I put down my empty beer bottle, got up, and followed them both down the hall.

"Time to lose the college-girl clothes, Meesh," Shiela said.

I sat on the bed and she took off my shoes and socks. Then jeans and top.

"Stockings now. Think you're ready for this?"

"The stockings, or the ass fuck?" I knew exactly what she meant, but I wanted to hear it.

"The ass fuck, silly. Thrown on the bed like a cheap whore. Poked in your most private hole. Now turn around." Shiela's "dirty talk" sure did enflame me. With Andrea it seemed kind of commonplace, but not so much with Shiela. She had always seemed more refined, more elegant, more classy than Andrea and I did. Regardless, this really made it seem that much more real and now, threatening. Oh, how little I knew right then...

She wrapped the garter belt around my waist and fastened it. "Now we're getting somewhere." She started rolling up a stocking. "Sit and give me a foot."

Oh, wow, did that feel delicious as she rolled the stockings up my legs and fastened them in the garters. This was something I would sure like to repeat! The getting dressed up part, that is. Still didn't know how I'd take the ass-fuck.

I found myself trembling as she eased my feet into the boots and drew up the zippers. In short order I got the rest of my clothes (costume?) on: skirt, short jacket that Andrea had loaned me, barely covering my midriff, and with only my bra underneath. I was already feeling vulnerable and submissive when Andrea brought out the collar, gag, handcuffs, and hood.

"D- did you find a leash?" I asked with some trepidation.

"Yep. Common chain leash, the perfect thing for him to keep you under control."

I felt a strong contraction down below. This was getting more real by the minute. But leash: was I now a dog, a mangy cur, to be kicked to the side? I'll say it again: Oh, how little I knew...

"Head up and pull up your hair."

I wasn't so sure I liked the "posture collar," but I could kinda see the attraction. I felt like it was choking me as she made up the strap and buckle. Next to come was the gag. I nearly creamed myself when Andrea pressed the ball into my mouth, between my teeth. This is it! I thought. The real thing. Straps, buckles, all designed to keep the ball firmly in my mouth. Last, she clipped the leash to the collar.

And then the hood. Everyone involved in this was right: I felt totally submissive and totally vulnerable as Andrea pulled it over my head and drew up and tied the laces good and tight in the back. This, if things went according to plan, was going to be the first piece to come off.

Actually, that wasn't the end. "Give me your hands."

I thought handcuffs were coming, so I moved my arms and hands obediently behind my back.

"Not what I wanted. In front of you and hold them up."

??? What the hell? But then the divine feeling of my leather gloves being pulled onto my outstretched hands flooded over me! I had forgotten about my gloves, believe it or not!

"Now you can go behind your back."

Snap, click, and in almost no time she had them fastened around my wrists, over my gloves, and that was all there was. I was now officially bound and gagged. And hooded.

And I was incredibly wet. And aroused. And nervous. And scared. How was this going to go? How were my friends going to present "The Bound Meesha" to Frank, for the sole purpose of sodomizing me? What if he didn't like the idea?

Shiela reminded me of a little tidbit. "Don't forget the cute haiku you wrote. She slipped it between my fingers. "Andrea and I will be back to get you in a few minutes. "Make yourself comfortable!"

As if, right? I was anything but: my head held up and nearly immobile, gagged, hands cuffed behind my back, and under a tight-fitting hood. I had a strong urge to say something rude, or to give her the finger, but of course I could not do either.

My friends left me, presumably to go "break the news."

I sat down.

Against My Will?

I strained to hear what my roommates and my boyfriend were talking about. I caught a few key words, like "bondage," and "imagination," and more. I couldn't quite make out Frank's voice, which bothered me. What was he saying? I thumbed the sheet of paper between my fingers and wondered what he'd think of my amateur skills at Eastern poetry, which admittedly were not very good.

I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall. Showtime was nearly upon me!

"Ready to go, girlfriend?" Shiela asked.

I stood up in response.

"Bend over for me, first" Andrea said. "Oh fuck," she breathed as I felt my skirt being pulled up. "Gotta say I sure wish this is how my first ass fuck had gone."

I felt her hands roaming over my butt, caressing the top of my thighs, fingers teasing my puss, which she pushed a finger into a couple of times. "Oh, how good you look." I thought maybe that was to be all, but then I felt her hands move up my body to my breasts. More caressing and squeezing. I was getting pretty fucking hot, and started wishing she'd get me off, but no such luck. "Damn... forgot what I was supposed to be doing."

The roaming hands stopped. "Here it comes, Meesh." I felt a finger enter my puss again, and next the pressure of the Lube Shooter against my butthole and into my ass. She worked her finger in and out of my twat, and "sort of" fucked my bottom with the syringe. Oddly, I could feel them both, together and yet separate, but as though they were colliding. Next, and unexpected, came the cold-ish infusion of the lube. She fixed my skirt, and again, I felt her hands on me. The very next thing I felt were her lips on my neck wherever it was bare, and then a powerful suck. "Ha ha, Meesh. Hickey Town for you. Sorry, but not really. Let's go."

"Walk," she instructed, and I heard the snap of the leash on my collar. "Door is that way. I'll steer you. Trust me."

I felt myself being led out of the bedroom, and then a pressure against my leather-covered ear. "I'm gonna go masturbate right after this," she whispered.

That was the end of any "conversation."

I was paraded out to the living room, not being able to see or say a single thing.

"Ho-o-ol-y fuck!" I heard Frank exclaim.

I smiled in the inner-most parts of my being. I had a pretty good feeling this was going to go as planned, but there were still some preliminaries.

"The poems. Give him the poems," Shiela whispered in my ear.

I turned around to show him my hands.

"Read them aloud, Frank. That's her intention."

"Ok. Looks like there are what... five of them, yes?"

"That's right, and some have instructions."

Take off my hood, look

Under you will find me hot.

I need your cock, now.

Woman in great need

Wants a strong fuck in her ass.

My butt needs strong cock.

Gagged and bound and hot

For you to take me back there.

Do me in the ass.

I am your cheap whore

Throw me on the bed with strength.

Fuck like you need me.

Flip up my short skirt

Bend me over I'm your bitch.

I want your cock there.

I was very glad for the hood and how it covered my face as I felt myself flush in embarrassment. I thought they were good when I wrote them, but now? They sounded stupid coming from someone else. I liked the sound of one, though: "I am your cheap whore," etc.

"When do I start the 'dirty talk'?" I heard Frank whisper.

Wait a minute here

, I thought.

Had the three of them been in secret conversation about this?

I was suddenly a whole lot more nervous, and I felt some humiliation creeping in around the edges.

"Anytime you want. Now would even be good. Here. I'll hand your butt-slut over to you."

Again the change of tension on the leash, and it was pretty strong and rough. "Bitch, your ass is mine tonight. Cheap whore? How does $100 sound to bend you over and fuck you in the ass?" Frank said.

Close to just what I was wanting, but I was beginning to be unsure of myself. I couldn't help it and moaned around the gag, thinking of the things to come. It was the first sound I'd tried to make.

"Do her, Frank. Do her good and proper. She wants it. Just like we'd talked about," I heard Andrea say.

Confirmed!

There'd been some collusion at work here, and now I was definitely embarrassed.

I felt a hand, Andrea's probably, slip into my bra. A caress, then a firm grip, then a hard tweak of the nipple, and that was it. Moments later I heard the door click shut.

My "rapist" and I were alone. I felt so alone, so isolated, so vulnerable. And the worst of it was that apparently all three of them - Shiela, Andrea, and Frank - had apparently gotten together and "choreographed" the whole thing. I moaned again, feeling helpless, and not sure I really wanted to do this. Maybe somewhat frightened? But it was too late.

I felt the leash drop and its leather grip lightly slap against my legs. Next I felt Frank's strong arms pull me close to him.

He kissed all around my neck and rough handled my breasts. There was nothing gentle about it, and I found myself wondering how this was going to go, and whether I was going to like it. Right now, I didn't really care for it.

He released me for a moment, then took my hood off. I couldn't help myself and turned to look. He was naked from the waist down, huge hard-on prominent. I groaned again. That thing was soon going to be up my ass, and I was frightened.

I watched as he got himself well-lubed, so much that it was dripping, then he roughly turned me around and pushed me over the bed. He hiked up my skirt.

Slap! The first smack fell, stinging, on my bare ass.

"Time to fuck," he said.

I whimpered as I felt him spread my butt cheeks apart, exposing my most private of holes. I knew exactly what was about to happen, but no idea either how it was going to feel or how I'd take it.

"This is it. It has been brought to my attention that you want this, and that it's going to be the first time you've had anything pushed up your butt."

As he spoke, I felt a great pressure against me, right there. I grunted, and tried, involuntarily, to get away from it.

No success.

He broke the barrier, and that was it: I had just been violated!

Was this against my will, I wondered?

Nah, maybe not. But was it consensual? I wondered about that, too. This was exactly what I wanted, and I trusted Frank not to hurt me. On the other hand, I wanted him to get exactly what he wanted.

But damn... stuff is supposed to come out that hole, not in!

Too late for second thoughts now: He was good and proper in my ass!

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said. "I'm doing your butt, Meesh! How's it feel?" He lightly slapped my bare ass, then, "Oh yeah. You can't talk! Hahaha! Bitch!" He pulled up on the chain. "Fuck you're tight," he whispered. "Ready for this?"

I grunted loudly around my gag, then nodded, or at least, as much as I was able. I still wasn't sure I was liking this.

He yanked up cruelly on the leash, harder than before. I coughed; I couldn't help it. "Then take it like the bitch you are," he said, none-too-quietly.

"I said take it, whore." He pressed his hardness deeper into me. I had the impression that I was a whole lot tighter than he'd expected. "I'm gonna get deep inside you," he whispered.

There seemed to be conflicting notes of loving pleasure and rough domination in his voice.

I tried to relax and accommodate the invader. I took a deep breath through my nose and raised my hips a little higher.

"There you go. Take it, bitch." He pressed forward with a force I'd never known.

I grunted. I gasped. I moaned around the gag. But I couldn't say anything. I hated it, but I loved it. Wait. Hate? Yeah. I couldn't say anything to stop it. I loved it? Yeah, I loved that submission, that surrender, to that big invader in my most private of holes, as someone - couldn't remember who - had said. All memory was pretty much lost for the moment.

I was being raped.

Pretty soon he was thrusting in and out of me, and almost unbelievably, I was rocketing along the road to orgasm! I wished I could reach my puss, but there was no way. I think I understood what Andrea meant by "feeling like a cheap whore,."

"Gonna get a little more lube here," he said.

I wondered when he was going to come and what it would feel like. His thrusting continued when suddenly fireworks went off in my cunt and spread to the rest of my body. I just had my first ass-fuck orgasm!

And still his thrusting continued. When would it end? I was still conflicted, but I was enjoying it. I wanted all of him, deep inside my butt.

As though reading my mind, he didn't disappoint. He pressed forward, strong and steady. Relentless. I was glad for the copious amount of lube I had up my ass. The pressure increased beyond anything I'd ever known. But oh, if only I could reach my puss. His cock filled every crevice and nook of my virgin-now-violated and most private hole. I felt fuller than I'd ever felt.

For whatever reason, he yanked up hard on the chain again. I wasn't expecting it, and neither was I expecting the result. I grunted. I came. Again. And strong. I felt myself clamp down against him.

The in-and-out continued, and I felt like I was in danger of passing out, but that passed. Instead, I rode the waves of his thrusting. I was completely focused on the fullness in my ass. I couldn't get my mind off it, and Frank seemed damn good and determined that I would

not

get my mind off what was going on "back there."

The thrusting continued. Then more jerks on the leash, which I was beginning to think were beyond sexy, but something else. Something else entirely, but I couldn't quite place it. I tried to meet his thrusts, to urge him deeper, but I just couldn't. I felt totally dominated, totally his. Sometimes he'd slow down and slowly press himself into me. I could feel his nuts against me, and then he'd draw out.

No, please don't do that! Please stay in there!

"Let's get you up on the bed. Hands and knees. Oops! No hands. Or how about shoulders to the bed, bitch." He slid his cock out of me, then with a strength I didn't quite understand, he had both hands under me and lifted me onto the bed. He pulled my hips to him, with the other he caressed my booted legs. Then he thrust his cock into my ass again. I was horny, nearly beyond belief. With the next squeeze on my leg I came again. I felt warm wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs. My puss was drooling like crazy. I found myself wishing I had something in there, too.

All of a sudden, without thought, I squeezed down the only way I knew how and found it intensely obscene. I mean, there's only one reason you'd squeeze down like that, right? And you sure wouldn't be doing

with

someone. Well, now there was another reason! The pressure was enormous, when suddenly there came a fantastic fluid warmth. It was much different than I'd come to expect in my puss. This was far more base, far and away more vulgar, lots of things like that.

At the same time Frank let out a big grunt. "I'm doing it! I'm coming in your ass!" He jerked up hard on the leash and in an instant, I felt him expand more as his hot seed spread into me.

He had just come in my butt! And although I felt dirty, used, violated, and knew I'd just been "raped" (at least, that was apparently the theme they'd all had in mind with this encounter), I felt strangely, oddly, satisfied.

Slowly he slipped out of me, which was in itself a very strange, very personal (I won't go farther than that) sensation. I didn't want him to see me like this, but a) I had no choice, and b) we'd just been incredibly intimate. I tried to dismiss the thoughts brought on by the feelings, but it wasn't coming easily.

"Whew!" Frank said. "Fuckin' 'ell."

"Mmm?" I was hoping he'd soon take the gag out, at the very least.

"That was incredible! What'd you think of it?"

Fucking irritating. I rolled to my side and pressed forward against the collar and moaned again. I needed this crazy gag out, and now!