RFF: Truly butchtastic

We met at a nightclub.

It’s not my sort of place, but friends have dragged me here, and I’m determined to enjoy myself anyway.

A good looking butch catches my eye on the dance floor, and I find the courage to ask his name once he’s finished his dance.

It’s Kyle, darlin’. What’s yours?

I’m Eliot.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Eliot.

Same here, Kyle.

We exchange smiles while sizing each other up. I was instantly attracted to him and I hoped he felt the same.

No matter where we were in the club or who we were with, we always ended up looking for the other. After being dragged onto the dance floor by various attractive women, he begged off the last woman to approach him, claiming exhaustion.

He dropped into a booth and ordered a drink. I figured it was probably the only opportunity I’d get to talk to him alone.

The conversation flowed easily, as did the laughter. We found ourselves touching each other at every opportunity. He made it obvious that he was attracted to me as well. My friends paired off and left the club, leaving me alone with my new crush.

Did you come here alone, Kyle?

Nah, I came with a friend but she left ages ago.

In a move completely uncharacteristic of me, I asked Kyle if he wanted to accompany me home. He followed me in his truck and we were there in fifteen minutes.
The kissing began almost immediately inside, and we giggled and stumbled into my bedroom. He pulls away from me and stands near my bed, leaving me at the door.

Have you ever been with a butch?

Nope. I’ve always been the butch with my femmes.

So you’ve never been with a woman with a cock then?

Not one who packed and identified as much a male as a female, no.

Then you’re in for a treat.

I cocked my eyebrow and gave my best show-me-what-you-can-do grin.

I’m sure I am.

He moves toward me and it’s so easy to think of him that way—as a he— and as his lips press to mine, I can feel the bulge in his pants. The kiss grows passionate, our tongues dueling each other, and I begin grinding my crotch into his. He gives a half-moan, half-growl into my mouth. I pull away, laughing.

It takes a couple seconds for his eyes to focus.

What the—? Why did you stop?

Because I wanted to.

Is that so?

Yes. It is.

I get to my knees before him, and smile up into his eyes. I unbuckle and slip his belt out of the loops…I unbutton and unzip his jeans, my eyes never leaving his. I free his cock and grasp it in my right hand. I place my left just below his ass, and I begin stroking him firmly, up and down, pressing back against his body. I hear him moan and my eyes travel up the length of his body. What I see in his eyes makes me gasp: lust and need. I know what he needs. My tongue slides over the head, then my mouth closes over it, and I see him throw his head back a second before I close my eyes and begin to suck. I stroke his cock and run my tongue all over the shaft and head. I suck him for all I’m worth.

While I am enjoying pleasing him this way, I want to truly taste him. Again, I abruptly pull away, a string of my saliva stretching between us. He groans as he watches it break.

Now why the fuck did you stop this time?!

I relish the note of impatience in his voice.

Because I want to taste you.

With that I rise off my knees and dive into his mouth again, my hands unbuttoning his shirt. His hands try to return the favor, but I push them away. He tries again and this time I’m more forceful when I push. He growls and bites my bottom lip. I give a quick yelp that’s lost in his mouth, and I retaliate by pinching one of his nipples. The shirt now open but not off, my hands make short work of her bra, and now her breasts are bare and I back her up against the bed. Off come her harness and the cock. I push her down onto the bed and remove her shoes and socks and jeans. I toss the harness and cock to the side of her, and gaze down at her body, framed only by her shirt. I remove my clothes while she watches.

She’s so much a man yet so obviously a woman. The cock lies separate from her body, but even then it still seems part of him. I get to have both…here…now. I can’t help it, I grin widely at her.

Kyle laughs.

What?

I’m just enjoying the view.

She doesn’t laugh this time; instead a smug smile spreads her lips.

I crawl up her body and kiss those smiling lips, down her throat, and over her chest. I continue the kisses all over her left breast, avoiding the nipple. I do the same to her right, but this time I sink my teeth into the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Before she has time to say anything, I suck the tip in my mouth and suck. She moans my name. I run a hand down her body to her mons and I tease the long strands of hair, still sucking her nipple.

I dip a finger inside her pussy and discover it so wet. I move the finger up to her clit and swirl her juices around and around, eliciting moans and squirming. Her hands roam through my hair as I continue working on her nipple and clit. And though I’m enjoying the sensations and her reactions, I’m impatient to move further down. I move up for another deep kiss, and then I return to my trail of kisses and move steadily closer to my target.

Understanding where it is I’m heading, Kyle begins pushing my head with my travel, her encouragement clear. I kissed the gallbladder scar and dipped my head to kiss the c-section scar. I pry her legs apart and position myself between them. I glance up at her face to see a smile, and I move my face in, inhaling the scents, anticipating the feast. Feeling ornery, I go straight for her clit with a quick snake-like attack and she bucks hard against me. Satisfied that she’s primed for me, I begin to fully explore her folds. I lick every crevice, suck and nibble everything I can get between my teeth, paying attention to the reactions I get.

Her previously guiding hands are now roaming through my hair, occasionally gripping certain spots, sometimes too hard, making me groan into her. This serves to spur both of us on, and I soon lose myself in a rhythm of pleasuring her. I introduce my dominant hand to the play, and I ease two fingers inside of her. They slide in easily enough that I decide to try a third. She gives a moan that turns into a growl and I know I’ve got her where I want her. Her g-spot isn’t difficult to locate, so I work it with curving fingers as I move them in and out.

My mouth is all for her clit now, sucking and chewing, my fingers increasing in speed. Her hips are just bucking wildly now, and I’m confident she’ll explode soon. I realize her hands are no longer on my head, and I imagine them gripping the sheets as she edges closer to release. I keep the momentum going, wanting her to come for me, wanting to be drenched in her juices. A few minutes more and I hear breath quicken, her hips lose their rhythm, and I am loudly and wetly rewarded for my efforts.

OhhhnnnnnfffuuuuckkkEllllliooooottt!

Her pussy spasms around my fingers, her juices drown me, but I keep licking and stroking her inside. She comes down from her orgasm, but her back arches as I still haven’t let up on her now sensitive clit.

Ahhh…fuck…grrrrnomore…fuckfucknomore!

I relent, but only because I’ve gotten what I want from her. It’s my turn to have a smug smile plastered on my face, although I think it loses some of its oomph thanks to my glistening face. I crawl up her body and kiss her forehead. Then I flop down next to her on the bed. My jaw is starting to feel a bit sore. I laugh aloud, thinking how the soreness is probably 50% eating her out and 50% her powerful thighs.

What’s funny?

Oh, just thinking about your powerful thighs.

Oh, really?

I prop myself up on an elbow.

Yes, really. My jaw is starting to hurt from your bucking and clenching.

Kyle laughs and suddenly rolls me onto my back and on top of me. I giggle and we kiss. Kyle pulls back and grins at me.

Want to find out just how powerful they are, girly?

Not going to eat me? I see how you are.

Nuh-uh. I’m gonna fuck you, girl. I’m gonna make you come and watch as you do.

I shiver and it’s all the answer Kyle needs. He gets off of me, reaches for his harness and cock, and straps it on. My eyes fix on the cock as Kyle begins to stroke it slowly.

Good boy. Now fuck me.

I part my legs and stretch my arms out for him. He moves into my embrace and slides his cock home. This time it’s my moan that fills the room.

You feel so good inside me, Kyle.

His reply is muffled by my skin. He’s biting my neck and I’m writhing beneath him.
He fucks me like this for a time—alternating his bites with kisses on my lips, his cock working in and out. But I want more.

You said *gasp* that you were going to show me how power— *moan*— ful your thighs are—ohhhhh—so do it, fuck me hard. I won’t break.

He raises up on his hands, his cock never leaving my pussy. He gives a quick, hard thrust that moves my body and I cry out. He smiles and does it again.

Gah, don’t tease me! Just fuck me!

And he does. Hard and fast, driving painfully inside of me like a piston, inhuman and inexhaustible. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his muscular ass. He’s growling above me as he watches my face contort in pleasure. With a slight movement of his hips he finds my swollen g-spot and rubs the head of his cock over and over it again, maddeningly so. I scream out my pleasure and crush him to my chest, my orgasm building.

He bites my neck some more and it’s the perfect thing at the perfect moment, and I come like a train—heels digging hard into his ass then straightening out in spasms only to wrap around him again. My nails scratch all over his back, and the sounds coming from my throat are a cross between screaming, moaning, wailing, and growling. Kyle slows his pumping as I begin to come down. His bites have turned to kisses on my neck and now my shoulders, and I can hear him murmuring.

Fuck, girl, you came so fucking hard. Unbelievable. You’re such a good girl.

We hold onto each other as I continue to have recurring mini spasms, my body still not sure how to handle the pleasure even as it fades. Once I’ve regained some semblance of composure, I’m able to laugh:

OK, so your thighs really are fucking powerful. Holy fuck they are.

I told you so, didn’t I, honey?

Oh, you did so much more than that, boy. So much more than that.