Free Beaches and Cream by Kojo Black

both watched as she carefully coated the whole of the big bud.
    She replaced the bottle and stood close to me. So close that her big breasts touched mine. She spoke softly, close to my face. Her breath was soft on my lips and on my cheeks. I closed my eyes and drank her in.
    â€œI love giving you pleasure, Mand. You receive it so graciously. Gratefully, even. I know more about you than you do about yourself. Who but me would have known you were such a hedonist? Such a little orgasmista. Do you know that sometimes I think about you cumming? I can make myself cum just by thinking about your beautiful body convulsing with joy and anguish. Now, sit.”
    Her hands were on my body as she spoke. Stroking my cheek, running down my arms. As she bade me to sit, her hands gently closed around my forearms and she guided me down.
    I felt the tip of the tulip probe my bottom. I jumped in surprise, and my eyes grew wide.
    â€œTrust me, Mand,” Veronica smiled. “Remember when I touched you there? It can be such a wonderful feeling.”
    She guided me down gently once again. This time I allowed the tip of the smooth mineral to slip along the crevice of my bottom until it rested petulantly at the puckered orifice. The tip felt cool and smooth. A playful but insistent, slippery invader in that place already slick from my own fluid and Veronica’s delinquent fingers. Despite the smooth tip and all the lubricant there, my bottom clenched against it. Veronica must have seen the resistance in my eyes.
    â€œThis is a funny thing, Mand. I remember this feeling the first time I played with a toy like this. I must have been about your age. And I was so unsure.”
    Even as she spoke, she did not encourage me to stand. And the thing continued to kiss and probe at my clutching anus.
    â€œBut I learned that the more you squeeze, and doubt, and close off, and resist, the harder it is to find your pleasure. With toys, with sex, with people, with life, with love, with anything. The more you guard, and protect, and cinch and squeeze, the less you take in, the less you experience, and the less you enjoy.”
    She lay the palm of her hand on my chest, between my breasts. With the back of her other hand, she stroked the sensitive crease where my thigh met my abdomen. That is a funny place for me. Not exactly sexual, but touched so rarely that her delicate grazing sent little shockwaves rippling into my belly to collide with the magical balls whirring away in a place so close to her hand, but so much more intimate. Though her touch was tender, she was firm and persuasive. And she still would not let me stand.
    â€œIt’s weird,” she continued. You have to push out to take in. Not push away, so much. But just let go.
    The slippery jade was teasing my opening now. Poised at my little sphincter. If Veronica forced me now, she might hurt me. But there was no malice in her eyes.
    â€œJust let go. I want to feel you breathe out. And when you do, relax down below as well. But first in……”
    I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. The air smelled of orange and spice and of all the delicious things that Veronica is.
    â€œAnd now….out….”
    I exhaled. And with it came all my fear and anxiety. With it I pushed out. With it my muscles slackened and tension dissolved. And with it, the tapered tulip tip entered my ass. The sensation was thrilling and frightening all at once. And I froze, hovering just inches from the alabaster base. Veronica’s hands went quickly to my face. She took my face in her hands. Her eyes like caramel pools so dark and deep I could see my own dazed, excited face within them.
    â€œThat’s it,” she said softly, excited. “Just like that.” And she leant forward to kiss my forehead.
    But the kiss was another soft push. And the slim tip of the tulip gave way to the much more prominent and bulbous body of the thing.
    I closed my eyes and groaned as the strange and