I turned the small faucet in the corner of the room and hot water immediately poured down over me in a soothing cascade. I showered right there in front of the swimmer, who kept watching me the entire time, his gaze almost clinical as it followed the lines of my back.
At least, that’s how it felt.
When I finished soaping my body and rinsing the product out, he called me:
“Steph… the other day with Adrien, you guys had an accident, right?”
I couldn’t bring myself to answer. The shame from that moment rushed straight back into my face. Instead, I just turned my head toward him and nodded silently.
“You know what an enema bulb is?”
Hmm… I was pretty sure I’d heard of one before, but I couldn’t picture it clearly.
“Yeah…”
“But I’m guessing you don’t own one,” Julien went on. “So we’re gonna have to get you one if we want this kind of thing not to happen again. Ever again, preferably.”
He sounded like he knew exactly what he was talking about. As he sat down on the massage table in the center of the room, his expression sharpened.
“Does it still hurt?”
I nodded slowly:
“A little. But the hot water helps.”
Julien sighed:
“My poor little house slut, starting with Curvy was basically asking for trouble.”
Somewhere deep down, I knew he was right. But I had my reasons.
“I wanted him… to be my first.”
“I know.”
The words lingered in the humid air forming around us from the steam. His tone had softened, like he already understood what I was feeling without needing an explanation. I almost tried to justify myself again, but there was no point. All that mattered now was fixing the damage and making sure Adrien could be inside me again someday, without me suffering through it.
“Alright… we’re gonna take a look at all that. But first, make sure you’re really clean back there, okay?”
The blond athlete stepped closer, still staring shamelessly at my butt.
“You know you’ve got a nice ass?”
Even when the situation wasn’t really sexual, Julien somehow always dragged things back there. And I had to admit, warmth immediately spread low in my stomach.
“Ever since I saw you in the locker room. Always had that nice round ass.” He kept praising me lazily. “You know that, right? That you’ve got a pretty ass? It’s even better hairless now.”
Without even thinking about it, I shifted closer to the shower wall, giving him a better view. I was posing for him before I even realized it. And honestly… it felt good, having my body looked at like that, admired like that. Just like the first times he’d complimented me in the bathroom before using my mouth for his own personal needs.
“Shaved like this, from behind… I like the feminine look on you. Don’t you?”
Not especially…
But if it amused you, Julien.
Then he stepped even closer while the water kept running over me and slowly knelt down.
Both his hands grabbed my ass, and he looked up at me with an expression that hit me instantly.
“Can I?”
Out of the corner of my eye, head turned back toward him, I could read a thousand things in that look. There was hunger there. Desire. A kind of confidence and possessiveness I hadn’t seen in him before. Like he was asking for something important, something essential. And underneath it all, a raw craving to be inside me too. To prove he could handle me. Maybe even better than Adrien could.
So… I pressed myself against the shower wall, and Julien adjusted himself until he was right up against my entrance. A moment later, the stream of hot water shifted directly between my cheeks, running over my hole.
The sensation was comforting.
“Nice hole,” he murmured absently, almost to himself, or maybe directly to my ass! “We’re gonna get you ready properly.”
And honestly, seeing this man so obsessed with my ass was incredibly fucking hot.
Julien stuck his tongue out, and I felt that strange tingling sensation again as it pressed against my hole before sliding deeper, exploring me even more thoroughly than before. The hot water amplified every feeling, Julien letting a little of it drip inside me mixed with his saliva.
“Tastes fucking amazing,” he muttered afterward.
Something shivered through me. Down my legs. Into my lower back. His affection made me arch harder instinctively, pushing my ass back toward him.
It’s yours, Julien.
Take it…
Do whatever you want with it.
Get me ready for Adrien.
I want to feel your tongue all the way inside me just to know what it’s like.
Almost unconsciously, my hands moved to my own cheeks and spread them wider, pushing Julien’s hands aside even though they were already gripping me firmly. Resting my forehead against the wet shower wall, I felt his hunger intensify instantly, and moans started slipping out of me under the assault of his tongue.
The movements grew broader, deeper, greedier. Soon I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips back slightly between each pass of his mouth.
My cock, completely hard between my legs, started rubbing against the wall in front of me. The friction was awkward and good at the same time, but I loved feeling myself this hard, so I kept offering my ass to that damn swimmer.
Then suddenly he pulled his tongue away:
“You hurting?”
“No… keep going!” I practically begged.
“Heh… perfect,” he answered sarcastically. “I was starting to think you were suffering.”
That asshole thought he was funny when he knew perfectly well what he was doing to me. So, borrowing a move from Greg, I grabbed Julien by the head instead of my own cheeks and shoved his face back against my ass to make him continue.
“Mmmh,” he groaned before diving right back into his frantic tongue work.
In the end, it was Julien getting tired that finally stopped his “gourmet moment.”
“Fuck… cramp. Tongue cramp, man.”
“Damn…” I breathed out, completely out of breath myself.
I had no idea how long Julien had been eating me out like that, but at one point he’d almost made me cum.
A month ago, I never would’ve imagined I could feel that much pleasure. And now here I was, on the verge of blowing a load while my cock wasn’t even being touched and some guy was buried face-first in my ass.
Julien stood back up and pressed himself against me. I could feel his long cock sliding between my cheeks.
“So… somebody’s all worked up now, huh beautiful?”
I nodded. He knew perfectly well the state he’d put me in.
“At least you seem to hurt less now. That’s good.”
He reached over and shut the faucet off, cutting off the warm stream I’d gotten used to.
“Alright. On the massage table now. Next step.”
I practically jumped onto it, I was that eager. Julien was treating me like royalty (or a queen, more accurately, which clearly seemed to be his thing) and I had no intention of disappointing him.
“On all fours on the table, hop.”
I obeyed immediately, and he burst out laughing when he saw I was already spreading my cheeks for him.
“You learn fast, slut. And your ass looks hungry too.”
He had a talent for those little degrading remarks that somehow twisted something deep inside me.
“You want more?”
I nodded, my hole still exposed to whatever plans he had in mind.
“We’re gonna try something.”
Shit…
Julien always had a way of turning things into surprises, or dirty little traps. What the hell had he come up with this time to make me squirm and moan?
He reached into the towel he’d brought with him, hidden between the folds, and pulled something out. I caught the bluish glint of a small bottle.
The lube.
He’d actually brought it here.
He moved into position behind me immediately, and my hands started trembling.
“Uh... What’ you planning man?”
“Working on that gorgeous little ass of yours, slut. What else?”
A sudden knot of fear tightened in my stomach:
“Wait… it’s still sensitive. And I don’t know if—”
He laughed under his breath:
“Relax, girl. I know what I’m doing. I’m not gonna force my whole cock into you.” His hands settled on my ass again. “We’re gonna try something other than a plug. Just the tip. To let ou get used to it.”
I shook my head, nervous as hell:
"You shure it will help man?"
“How the fuck did you and the biologist did it? Did you actually prep at all?”
He’s a neuro-biologist!
“Well… I put the condom on him and lowered myself onto it and…”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Julien groaned dramatically. “You absolute idiots.”
He spread my cheeks wider and looked directly at my anus, still warm and tender.
“You’re lucky you didn’t tear something. You two didn’t prep. What about lube and stretching? What about basic fucking manners? He should’ve fingered you first, dumbass. And this guy studies the human body?”
Well… when he put it like that…
“And what else? You just impaled yourself on him, that’s it?”
“Uh… more or less, yeah.”
“I can’t believe you. You could’ve seriously hurt yourself. Him too even. You’re still a virgin down there, Steph.” Now he sounded like a parent lecturing a reckless kid. “What if you’d started bleeding?”
And once again… he wasn’t wrong.
“I know…” I muttered weakly. “It’s just… I wanted it so bad. And I didn’t know how to do it.”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Julien clicked his tongue. “Not an excuse.”
Then he started teasing my hole again with small flicks of his tongue, just enough to make me shiver:
“And I’m guessing he came fast?”
“Uh… no. We couldn’t really. It hurt too much…”
That answer made him sigh heavily.
“Ouch… my poor boys. Seriously…”
“I thought… with girls you can just slide in easily. I figured it’d already be lubricated enough!”
“But it’s not the same hole!” Julien burst out laughing. “Jesus Christ… and you people are in higher education. Asses are delicate. Those membranes can get damaged. Sometimes permanently.”
I was drowning in embarrassment, but weirdly fascinated by how much he seemed to know about all this.
“So he didn’t even fuck you for long. How far did he get?”
SLURP went his tongue against me again.
“I don’t know… maybe halfway? It’s so long.”
“I know, man. And that crazy curve on top of it? No wonder you were hurting afterward. With how unprepared you were, honestly it could’ve been much worse.”
“I know…”
SLURP.
Then suddenly I felt something colder and firmer pressing against me: his lubed-up finger.
“Alright. We’re gonna work on all this. Take a deep breath and relax.”
“Okay,” I answered, slightly relieved that my trial for catastrophic fornication seemed to be over. “Go slow.”
“If it hurts, I stop, slut. So tell me.”
Then his finger started pressing into my ass.
It actually slid in pretty easily. Between the moisture, the heat, and the lube, I felt more open than I ever had before.
“Just the first few inches. Gotta open you up properly.” One knuckle was already inside me. “Honestly, you’re already pretty relaxed.”
“Mmhoui…” I whimpered, a high-pitched little sound escaping me.
“Good. Keep breathing deep and let me work on that hole, beautiful.”
Even when he feminized me, almost like it reassured him somehow, I still had the feeling that part of him genuinely thought I was attractive, or at least a good-looking guy. And weirdly enough, that comforted me.
His finger kept sliding deeper before slowly thrusting in and out with steady pressure. The friction of it stretching me open kept pulling moans from my throat.
“There you go… nice and gentle. See? It’s not rocket science.”
Julien really was good at opening me up. It was obvious he had experience fingering people. How many times had he done this before? Was all of this just a game to him in the end?
Sometimes it really felt that way.
Then a second finger pressed against my entrance, and I felt my hole slowly adapt, stretching wider before finally letting it slide inside too. And then... another one.
That feeling...
“There. We’re gonna open you up properly for Prince Charming.”
For me, this was so much more than a game. It felt more like a dangerous spiral I was throwing myself into completely. Part of me was terrified of it. And another part of me was irresistibly drawn to it.
Then Julien curled his fingers slightly, creating entirely new sensations. His palm was turned upward now, and I could feel the precision of those swimmer’s fingers exploring deeper inside me.
“You like that, slut?”
“Yes!” I answered instantly, way too overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled with his fingers. “Keep going.”
I wanted more, even deeper.
“If you use the dildo during the day, and some fingers at night, you’ll loosen your ass up enough to eventually take his cock properly. Got it?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Think you're ready to try my tip? Gonna have to do it anyway, because Curvy’s packing a seriously huge cock, isn’t he?”
Yeah…
But how the hell do you know all this, you prick?
“Good. Now for the last step. I'm gonna push it inside. Stay calm and don't fight it. Actually, push against my cockhead, okay?”
Fuck…
My hole is about to be penetrated for the second time.
I didn’t argue. I kinda wanted to try it again, especially since he seemed to know exactly what to do. I wanted Andrien back there too badly.
"Brace yourself girl." He whispered, as I felt his warm ord pressing against my entrance.
I suddenly reaslied he had not mentionned any comdom and loooked back to see his completely covered by a rubber.
How did you manage to put it on, you sneaky fucker?
His cock pushed against my wet hole several times. The vivid pain I had felt with Adrien yesterday went back a bit, but I felt my hole was so much more relaxed now it didn't seem that intimidating anymore, even though Julien's cock was already impressive!
The fact that he was only planning to put his tip in me was already reassuring.
The third time did it:
POP
"Ghhh"
Wow
He's in me.
I let two different guys inside my hole.
"There you go girl. See? Not that hard?" He carressed my back, sending shivers down my spine.
Julien then proceeded to withdraw and push back, just his cockhead, like if he was literraly stretching and opening me up with his rod. It kinda felt strange, like I was non stop pooping or as if someone was doing some tests on my hole.
But I didn't feel any pain.
Just a weird almost clinical tingle in my ass.
"You're doing good. You feel how my tip is working your hole?"
"Yeah..."
"You like that feeling?"
"Don't know man. Feels weird, but not in a bad way actually."
"Good girl."
- - -
Minutes passed, and you could tell Julien was a bit tired of only fucking me with his tip. He seemed to resist going further each time, and something in me kinda wanted it to happen too.
But he stood to his word:
"Let's finish you off now." He suddenly said, patting my ass with his hand.
I turned around toward him immediately, waiting for instructions.
“On your back. Head there,” he directed.
I obeyed, leaning my head back until it hung slightly off the edge of the massage table, perfectly lined up with his crotch.
“Perfect.”
His cock looked even longer and harder than it had in the shower, pulsing heavily, a line of pre-cum glistening at the reddish tip.
“Alright then, get to work, slut. Show me how much you like it.”
He stepped closer to the table, his upside-down blond face giving me one last grin before disappearing above me, replaced by the thick length of his cock hanging directly over my mouth.
By reflex, I kissed it once before finally taking it between my lips and tasting the precum coating it.
“There you go… taste that head properly. Enjoy it.”
I took more of his swollen cockhead into my mouth, licking all around it greedily.
“Don’t forget your ass, beautiful.”
Shit… he was right.
His cock felt so good I’d almost forgotten what he’d asked for.
Spreading my legs wider on the table, I lifted my ass slightly and pushed one finger inside myself, then another. Seeing me struggle a little, Julien added more lube directly onto my fingers, guiding me carefully so I wouldn’t hurt myself:
“You keep your nails short like me, so you should be fine. But don’t forget the lube.”
And suddenly my fingers slid all the way in easily, like butter. Inside, I could feel all these strange textures along the walls of my body. It was weird… but exciting, exploring myself that deeply.
Before this, yeah, I’d tried fingering myself a little under the shower to clean up. But it never went very far before pain caught up to me. With lube, though, it was unbelievably easy. There was something almost fascinating about digging around inside your own body.
“If you angle your fingers upward and search around, eventually you’ll feel something. Like a small bump. That’s where you press.”
Wait…
What was he talking about?
The prostate, right?
Curious and nervous, I searched exactly how he told me to, fingers probing carefully until eventually I found it: a slightly raised spot.
“Massage it gently. It’s sensitive.”
Then, while his cock slid deeper into my mouth, I felt the tip of my finger brush against something deep and essential inside me.
I found it!
That spot.
The same one the plug had hit back in the bathroom days ago. The one that had made me cum.
“You got it?”
“Mmh.”
With my mouth full, that was the best “yes” I could manage before I started massaging my prostate exactly the way Julien wanted.
Fuck… what am I even doing right now?
And slowly, steadily, the pleasure started building.
Something deep and powerful began growing inside me.
As my fingers traced circles against that spot, a thought crossed my mind :
With Adrien’s natural curve… could he reach this place too? Just with his cock?
Could he make me cum with nothing but his dick?
I needed to know.
God yes, I needed to know.
As soon as possible.
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