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that he warn Anya that he was about to climax, to give her a chance to
back away from the impending eruption.

Once he'd done so, however, she didn't seem to have heard, or at least
she didn't seem to react to the warning. In fact, if anything, she now
seemed to be going even faster, bringing him even quicker to the edge as
his cock became just a blur as it slid in and out of her mouth.

Josh wondered for a second if he should warn her again, but barely a
breath later it was already too late. His body abruptly stiffened and,
as a resounding wave of ecstasy ripped across him as his cock exploded
in climactic fury, sending the first streams of whiteness into Anya's
mouth, impacting against the back of her throat, there to be quickly
swallowed, making room for a second just behind it.

The third and final burst came too quickly behind the second, proving
more than Anya could contain, and small parts of it spilled out of the
corner of her mouth. Still, not even that gave her pause as she
continued to suck on his cock until Josh had no more to give. Only then
did she let his now shrinking manhood slide out of her mouth, rising
back to her feet as it did so and taking a few steps back as well.

Josh watched in amazement as Anya casually reached up with extended
fingers and, using them to wipe away a smudge of white on her cheek,
slipped them into her mouth where she licked them clean.

"Hmm, tasty," Anya smiled as she withdrew her fingers, again running the
tips of them along her lips.

She paused for a long moment, her hand dropping down from her mouth to
the small valley between her breasts. There she again hesitated, taking
a few seconds to caress each of her nipples before resuming its descent. Reaching her panties, she brushed her hand across its width as a wanton expression appeared on her face.

"Think you might like to reciprocate?" she said, her voice tinged with
sexual longing.

Josh was never really a fan of cunnilingus, but that wasn't to say that
he ever shied away from going down on a girl -- especially if she'd
already done the same for him. Fair was fair, he believed, especially if
he hoped to put something more substantial than his tongue in there. He
started to get up off the couch, only to have Anya hold up her hand,
prompting him to pause.

"But before you do, there's something that you need to know," Anya said, increasing the distance between the two of them by taking a few steps back.

Confused as to what she was talking about, Josh nevertheless watched
intently as the dark haired woman reached down and undid the small clasp
on the side of her panties. She held the now loose garment in place with
her hand for a few seconds, then let it go, allowing it to fall to the
floor.

Josh's eyes followed the motion of the dark cloth for a second, then
rebounded to focus on what it had concealed. At first, he didn't believe
what he was seeing, thinking it had to be a joke of some kind. But then,
his look of disbelief morphed into one of shock as he realized that it
was indeed all too real.

There, dangling between Anya's legs, was a hairless cock and balls,
almost equal in size to his own. Josh opened his mouth to say something,
but the words wouldn't come. Finally, on his third try, he managed to
stammer out a semi-coherent "What?"

"I told you earlier that it took an uncommon man to handle a woman like
me," Anya said, taking a pause for a breath before asking, "Are you that
man?"

"You're a ..." Josh continued, only to still find difficulty finding the
words.

"A woman with a little something extra," Anya said, completing the
sentence in her own words.

'Little?' Josh repeated in his mind, thinking that was hardly the word
he would've chosen, especially as he watched Anya reverse her rearward
steps, causing her cock to loom even larger in his view.

How could he have not noticed it before, he asked himself, then realized
that, up to now, his focus had been on her face and breasts. If he
happened to glance elsewhere, he only saw what he expected to see.

"So, what do you think?" Anya asked, an inviting smile on her face.

"What do I think?" Josh repeated, his voice finally fully back. "I don't
know what to think."

"Well, how about we start with the fact that you're still here," Anya
pointed out. "That you haven't already raced for the door, or even
pulled up your pants."

Josh reflexively glanced down as if to confirm what she'd said, only to discover something even more startling. Not only was his cock still
hanging out, it was actually showing signs of renewed life -- as if he
was being turned on by the unexpected development. Something that Anya
could hardly fail to notice.

"I can imagine what's going through your head at this moment, and I'm
willing to bet that the question you're least likely to be asking
yourself is -- why haven't you left," she went on. "The answer to that
is actually quite simple: your curiosity won't let you."

Josh didn't reply.

"Oh, I know that being interested in the idea of sucking cock isn't
something that you'd ever admit to any of your friends," Anya said, "but
you can't tell me that the thought hasn't crossed your mind a time or
two, even if you immediately told yourself afterward that it would never happen."

Josh almost imagined Anya was reading his mind, or at least his
fantasies. There had indeed been times that he wondered what a girl felt
when she sucked his cock, a curiosity as Anya put it. And she was also
right in saying that he would just as quickly assure himself that he
could never do that with another guy. But that was the point: Anya
wasn't another guy, and despite what was hanging between her legs he
couldn't think of her as one. All he saw when he looked at her was a
beautiful woman, one with, as she had put it, something extra.

Anya could tell that Josh was mulling over her words and was willing to
give him more time to sort it out. She really hadn't planned to wind up
here with Josh, however interesting she'd found him, but fate seemed to
have other plans. Normally, the men she was with knew about her
uniqueness beforehand or at the very least, she would tell them before
anything really happened. She almost did that with Josh, right after
he'd accepted her invitation to come up, but something had stayed her
hand. She just had a feeling that this was the way to go.

"So, lover," Anya finally asked, her use of the term drawing attention
to what they'd already shared, "what's it going to be? Do you stay or do
you go?"

His reply was barely audible and she had to ask him a second time. Much
louder and clearer in its repetition, it brought a pleasing smile to
Anya's face.

-=-=-=-=-

Remarking that it might be a good idea if he also got naked, Anya
changed places with Josh on the couch and watched with keen interest as
the younger man did just that. His body was well defined, not muscle
bound, with only a light scattering of body hair. She asked him to turn
slowly around, giving her a chance to admire both the front and back view.

"Hmm, good enough to eat," she remarked, adding with a soft laugh, "but
I already did that, didn't I?"

Josh was unsure if she'd meant that as a hint, but that was how he took
it, moving into the same spot in front of the couch that Anya had
previously occupied. His face only inches from her hard, hairless cock,
he took a very long moment to study it, then, closing his eyes, he
leaned forward and closed his mouth around it, taking in nearly half of it.

He started slowly, moving it back and forth between his lips, stroking
it with his tongue. As he became more confident in what he was doing,
Josh realized that it really didn't feel much different than the first
time he'd gone down on a girl. In fact, Connie Jordan, who he dated
after Tina, had an abnormally large clitoris, one that really did
resemble a tiny cock. If he could suck on that, he told himself, then he
could also this.

Taking more of Anya's length, Josh became aware of a soft moaning from
above him, a sign that he was clearly doing something right. He turned
his eyes upward and saw Anya leaning against the back of the couch, her
eyes closed and one of her hands gently stroking her breasts.
Encouraged, the young man turned his attention back to the task at hand.

He began stroking the underside of her balls, even as he continued to
use his tongue similarly against the sides of her shaft. The feel of her
skin against his fingers was familiar, yet at, the same time, different.
The longer he sucked on her cock, the less forbidden it became, until it finally seemed almost natural.

Up until this point, Anya had been content to let Josh set his own pace,
but that was about to change as she took on a more active role. Leaning forward, she laid both of her hands on the back of his head and began to
pump her cock in and out of his mouth. A move that took Josh by
surprise, but one he quickly adjusted to. In fact, having her take
control brought a different kind of excitement, one that quickly took
things to a whole new level.

-------

Josh soon realized that he was no longer the one in charge as Anya
fucked his virgin mouth with increasing speed, plunging her hardness all
the way to the back of his throat. He'd heard the term 'face-fucking'
but had never really understood it until this moment. With him still on
his knees, Anya rose from the couch and began to jerk her entire body as
she moved ever faster.

A broad smile filled Anya's face, as much from the confirmation that she
had been right about Josh as from the pleasures his mouth was bringing
her. In a saner world, sex without regard to gender would be the norm,
but that not being the case, most people never got the chance to
experience all that the freedom to openly follow your desires could
bring. At this moment, however, the world beyond the four walls of her apartment didn't exist, and nothing that happened within them was real.
They were but shadows in the moonlight, free to be whatever they wanted
until banished by the light of dawn.

'I'm really doing this,' Josh thought as he felt Anya's cock again slide
deep into the recesses of his mouth, the hardness of her flesh filling him.

The key, he reminded himself, was to just do it and not dwell on what he
was doing. In his own way, he too was following the same line of
reasoning as Anya -- shut out the world beyond and just enjoy the here
and now.

His technique, he knew, was crude but was improving as he went, drawing
on what he remembered of every girl who'd done this to him. The list
wasn't that long, but it had been distinguished, at least from his
perspective. His own cock was now as hard as the one in his mouth,
causing him to reach down with a free hand and softly stroke it as well.

Time seemed to slow as he continued to suck heartily, his lips sliding
across her soft skin even as his tongue swirled up and down her length.
His heart was racing and tiny tremors danced across his chest, raising
his level of excitement to a new high -- at least the highest it had
ever been while pleasuring someone else.

"Think you could handle it somewhere else?" Josh heard Anya ask.

It took a long moment for him to realize what she was asking. Once he
did, though, Josh was stunned to find that, rather than filling him with trepidation, the prospect filled him with even greater arousal.

A few years back, during his senior year in high school, a friend had
lent him an already battered copy of a book called 'The Rape of the
A*P*E*', with the acronym standing for American Puritan Ethic. A
humorous history of sex in America, the book had contained a quote that
read -- "Every man should be fucked at least once in his life so that he
knew what it felt like to be penetrated."

The closest he had ever come to that was when Donna Petrocelli had
slipped two fingers up his ass while giving him head. The sudden
intrusion had indeed startled him, but he had to say, his climax had
been extraordinary.

"Yes," Josh simply said, lifting his head off Anya's cock.

-=-=-=-=-

Pleased with his reply, Anya took Josh by the hand and led him into the bedroom, instructing him to get up on all fours on her bed. She then
moved over to a small night table, from which she removed a small,
unlabeled jar. She coated her fingers with a generous amount of the
clear greasy gel in the container, then applied it between the cheeks of
Josh's ass, pressing first one, then two and finally three fingers
inside of him, working both her fingers and the cool mixture back and forth.

"Hmm, it seems that you really like this," Anya remarked as she noted
Josh's reaction to being penetrated. "That's good, because now it's time
for the main event."

Looking back over his shoulder, Josh watched with increasing
anticipation as, after removing her fingers, she again dipped them into
the jar and applied the slippery balm across the crown of her cock, and
then down along its sides. Now fully erect after his oral ministrations,
Anya's cock was indeed almost a mirror of Josh's in size and appearance.

After using a small towel to wipe off her hands, Anya climbed onto the
bed behind Josh and positioned her cock between his ass cheeks, its head resting against that most forbidden of barriers. She gently eased
forward, just enough to force it open and slip her crown past the folds.

Josh let out a loud gasp as he felt the edge of her hardness move inside
him. There was a brief pain, but one that was matched by a surge of
excitement that almost canceled it out. Anya asked if he was okay and,
once he said that he was, she pressed forward again, this time
continuing until half of her was inside him.

Again she paused, asked if he wanted her to go on, and upon his consent, completed her entry, filling him with her full length. There she waited
to let him get used to it, sliding back once he had, moving forward once
more once until she had again reached the halfway point.

"Now I'm going to go a little faster," she said as she began to pick up
speed, soon establishing a rhythm, one that grew in strength with each
passing motion.

The quote from that book echoed in Josh's mind, forever searing this
moment in his memory. Never again would he enter a woman with anything
but respect for what she was feeling. For now, however, it was enough to
just relax and enjoy it.

"God, you're tight," Anya commented as she began to slide back and forth
with increasing ease, as resistance gave way to acceptance and pain was supplemented by pleasure.

It wasn't long before she was really fucking him, her balls slamming
against his ass as she drove deep inside his ass. His head buried
against one of the pillows, Josh pressed his body back to meet her
forward thrusts, her hands squeezing his cheeks with each new penetration.

Reaching down between his legs, Josh took hold of his own cock and began
to massage it, trying to time the motions of his hand with those of
Anya's body. A warm, growing wave of satisfaction washed across his
naked form as he felt an orgasm building inside him, one also echoed in
the woman joined to him. Climaxes that would soon reach their zenith.

Gripping his ass tightly, Anya pressed forward one more time, driving
her cock deep within him just as it exploded with all of the force her
long abstinence could provide. She continued to pump her hardness in and
out of him until there was no more to give.

Josh's cock erupted mere moments after Anya's, sending his climax in a different direction as it impacted against the sheets of her bed. The
force of his climax had been even greater than that time with Donna.

Anya dropped on the bed next to Josh, pulling him to her, their mouths
meeting forcefully as she pressed her body against his. They held each
other tight, long after the oscillating waves of desire had calmed.
Nearly a quarter hour would pass before, now covered in their mutual
sweet and orgasmic aftermath, they untangled themselves.

-=-=-=-=-

A cleansing shower followed, one that had to be repeated with the
breaking dawn as, between the two showers, Anya had taken Josh inside of
her as well. The orgasms from that encounter proved just as satisfying.

The morning sun had washed away the last of the night's shadows as Josh
climbed back into his van. He glanced up at the building before slipping
the key into the ignition, trying to imagine that Anya was looking down
at him at the same time. The last few hours had certainly contained a
unique experience, one that he was unsure would ever be repeated. Still,
even though it only existed in memory, it would forever be part of him
and would, in the future, never let him ignore life's opportunities.

"Not a bad night at all," he said to the empty air as he put the van in
gear and pressed down on the gas pedal.

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