Goliath and Co. - Sex~Kitten.net

I should have known that this guy would be Dick McFreak when he brought his best friend on our first and only date. I should have known, but somehow, I didn’t. Probably because I was so caught up in the ambiance of his Sid Vicious-anarchist-black nailed glory.

Yeah, that had to be it. That and those ice blue eyes with their long black lashes. The way he looked with those lashes dusting his bruised cheeks, I really thought he was just misunderstood. I blame it on instinct. He looked so vulnerable, I just wanted to put him on the tit and tell him it would all be alright.

Anyway, I met Anton, as he liked to be called, through *Brent, his best friend. We had several of the same classes down at the community college, through which we would sit in the back and brandish our rapier wits against any who dared venture near.

My first impression of Anton was that he was part of the “bad crowd.” Immediately, I decided I had to have him. So I asked him for a cigarette and proceeded to do something that looked more like cock-sucking than smoking. Of course, he asked for my number. We talked on the phone for a few weeks before he actually asked me out.

When Anton came to pick me up, Brent was driving.

Um, no? That was a definite strike in the “not-gonna-happen” column. That’s almost as bad as admitting you live with your mother and still jack off to the JC Penney catalog because she won’t let you have the Victoria’s Secret.

We had a lovely night, the three of us. He bought me a nice dinner, but I had to sit between them at the movies. And Brent kept bumping into my thigh.

Normally, the Emergency Broadcast System would have blared a siren loud enough to make me pee my pants, but I was too busy worrying about what Anton was doing to listen to any warning bells.

The end of the night found us back at Anton’s apartment, hanging out in the living room. He had some interesting, ah, sculpture. Standing in the corner was the biggest dildo I have ever seen. Bigger even than what you can find on those “strange insertions” sites.

Meet Goliath, he says.

It had to be at least two feet tall and seven or eight inches across. It looked like it was gas powered, and I’m sure it could outrun a moped. But he swore it ran on batteries. Maybe the kind of batteries it would take to launch the space shuttle. I contemplated taking it with me when I left so I could drive it to class.

He asked me if I wanted to sit on it.

No, do you? Asshole.

And speaking of assholes, this is where it gets juicy.

I’d successfully demurred on getting up close and personal with the Titanic of earth-core drillers, so he decides to get kissy-face and Brent takes this as his cue to leave. Or so I thought. I watched him walk out the door and I assumed that meant he was gone.

Kissy-face leads to grabby-hands, grabby-hands leads to cuffs… It’s a natural progression.

So there I am, on my knees, cuffed to Goliath and making nice when Anton decides it’s time for giddy-up. And I’m all for it.

Next thing I know, without so much as a “do you ride the Hershey Highway”, he’s trying to ram his cock in my ass with nothing more than some chunky yellow cookie that he’d coughed up from the pit of his tar-blackened lungs.

Don’t get me wrong, I like a good greasing just as much as the next girl, but that was just rude. It was the first time I’d ever had a backdoor return and it made me scream like I was shitting razorblades.

Needless to say, he was appropriately contrite.

While I waited for him to get the key to the handcuffs, I turned my head to the side to see Brent spanking a naughty and rather inflamed monkey on the bed. He had the good grace to look slightly embarrassed, but asked me to show him my ass again so he could finish.

Neither of them could ever look me in the face again. Even though I never fucked Brent, or even acquiesced to his voyeurism, I could never look his wife in the face again either.

*names have been changed to protect the married

+ He really did call himself Anton; a tribute to Anton LaVey.

Saranna is the girl who's been around the block, but lives next door. She currently works as a writer, editor, reviewer and Amazon Goddess. She writes erotica, horror and a disturbing mix of the two.You can read more of her work at Tit-Elation, Oysters and Chocolate, or come say hello to her at MySpace where you can find more information about her writing, or either of her two companies: Edified Editorial Services and Custom Erotica. She loves to hear from her fans.