Chapter 2: Slippery Surprise
I jogged into the bedroom doorway and found no trace of Buttercup. Slowly, I tiptoed towards the bed, and the moment I was clear of the slamming door, a loud bang ensued and she leaped onto my back in ambush format. She was laughing maniacally as she rode me, piggyback style (not in the Kama Sutra), which admittedly shocked me so hard that I began to sporadically yuk alongside her. She steered me over to the mattress and collapsed on top of it, desperately attempting to catch her oxygen. As soon as she did, the little wretch threw me down and pinned my wrists above my head. At this point, I had to question as to who exactly was receiving the present.
"What's your present for me? Marshmallows? Cinnamon?" She leaned down to position her face directly above mine. "Dirty love?" She suggestively interrogated, slowly massaging my diamond-hard crotch to hers. "I really hope it's a spice rack."
"Take off your shirt and I'll hand it over." She leaned back up and ecstatically clapped her hands, once.
"Lights! Music! Al Green!" She bounded off of me and paced over to the record player on the opposite side of the chamber. As she fumbled through the vinyl stash with her back turned, I nimbly scurried back down to the kitchen and snatched one of the newly-obtained half-sticks of butter from the fridge, made it back to the room without Buttercup even knowing I had left, and placed the commodity on the dresser. "You get back on that bed, Mister!" Was I one to put up a fight? In-a-nadda'-da-vidda.
She placed the vinyl gently on the turntable and set the needle. Then, she skipped over to the door and dimmed the lights. Her belt buckle jingled as she bounded onto the covers beside me. I assaulted her face with mine in only the most intimate of ways. Her hands squeezed my waist as she nimbly undid my belt loop. In a flash, my zipper zapped down, and my rod pressed against my cotton twin carriage, preparing to breach his cell and enter the outside world. "What's this? Looks like you've brought a friend. However should I accommodate him?" She seductively pondered.
"He's dying to meet you."
"Well, let me see what I can do," she replied, suddenly gripping my gonads, making me squeal in delighted shock. Her lips twitched as they nipped and tugged at my neck. My mind plunged into spasms of delight. In a fit of excitement, I gripped both sides of her waist, making her entire figure tremble like Jell-O. My lips gravitated down towards hers as she clutched onto my biceps. My hands crept around her thighs as I lifted them up to my chest. My teeth severed the fabric which held the lingerie intact, and I glared at her sweet-scented velvet underground. She delightfully blushed as she observed my expressions as my tongue grazed her feminine crevice.
After the senses buffet, I pulled back and flipped Buttercup over onto her stomach. "Is there anything you would like to try? Anything not on our menu?" I hopped up and began massaging her bare lower back while she unhooked her bra. She needed to be as relaxed as possible for our next stunt.
"Well... I'm curious as to why you have some butter on the dresser. Were you going to demonstrate?"
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"Try me."
"As you wish," I smirked before dismounting down to the floor. Very carefully, I grabbed the stick and bounded back onto the bedding.
"I'm interested," she suggested, seductively. I stuck my index finger in my mouth and began sucking and lobbing on it, all while she wore a perplexed look. I believe the pieces of the puzzle were suddenly coming together in her mind. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, generating a satisfying *Pop!*. Holding the butter up above my head, I guided the sticky pointer down her ticklish backside. Once I reached the bottom, allowing the anticipation to surge her, I softly but swiftly twisted it deep into her anus. She almost jumped off the bed in astonishment. "Wooh!" she cried, clenching the sheets and bugging her eyes. "Baby." Her ass was hanging in the air, still tightly bound around my finger.
"Yes?" Believe me, I was probably just as nervous as she was, for I had never ventured into this type of sexual territory. Sure, I've skimmed through a couple of her Cosmo issues, but that was about it.
"...Nothing. Just don't stop!" She squealed. Her entire body continued to shiver and quiver. She smiled between tooth chatters.
"Can I do anything I want, then?"
"Fucking hell, do anything. Do everything! Keep it going!"
"Green-light!" I happily proclaimed, yanking my pants off with my free hand and dropping my underwear. "Now just relax and ease your muscles." As I propped her butt up on a pillow, she buried her face into the comforter and *Eeep'd!*, anxiously awaiting my next move. Slowly, I withdrew my finger..
It was at that precise moment that I scooped a dab off the butter stick and smeared the runny oil all over her wazoo. Her eyes gaped and corn hole puckered. I gently jerked myself off for a moment for means of lubrication.
Finally, it was time. I kissed her cheeks before leaning forward and gently, little-by-little, pushing my way inside. She was incredibly tight, and it felt amazing. She raised her head to gasp, not knowing what to make of what we were doing. When I asked her if she wished to proceed, she nodded.
First, we took things nice and slow, with your standard, sexy thrusts. After about ten minutes, we sped things up, with me taking a bit more control. Her breathing rate matched her heartbeat as we got more into it. Her toes curled into a vice grip.
I'd imagine that ecstasy feels a bit like anal, just not, you know, nearly as great. I hope it was just as good for her, those twelve minutes, but of course, I couldn't automatically just vouch... however, her facial expressions led me to believe that I could. She was gripping the sheets with such force that her nails had begun to shred through the fabric.
"Are you liking this?" I firmly asked.
"Yes!"
"I think I'm about to cum."
"Whaddya' wanna do with it?"
"Whaddya' want me to do with it?"
"Wildcard me!"
"Really? You sure?"
"No, I'm not sure about lots, right now! Do whatever you want!" What I really wanted to do was dump my load deep inside.
"Okay! Here it comes!" I shut my eyes, pulled out of her rear, tilted my head back, and nutted all over her backside. She exhaled one final time before turning back to eyeball me.
"Did you just cum?"
"Oh yeah, I just came... all over..."
"Huh... why'd you do that?"
"Well, believe it or not, I wanted to cum well inside your vent... but, you didn't seem to be all that enthusiastic, so, in a last ditch effort to practice being the gentleman I perceive myself as, I pulled out and spurted on you."
"Heh... sounds more convenient if you were to just... do it inside." She anxiously giggled.
"What, does that mean?" I rolled off of her.
"Okay, think about it for a moment; now I need you to wipe my back, and even if you get all of it, I'd still be all sticky. If you just kept it in, there'd be no mess, and all I'd have to do is use the bathroom."
"Huh..."
"Plus, I always thought that going internal is more romantic." I stared at her with nothing to say. "...The more you know." A few more seconds passed before my brain mustered up something to say.
"GOD, DAMMIT." I crawled over to my side of the bed and tunneled under the sheets. I felt her shake my shoulder from the surface.
"Hey... you still need to wipe me down."
"I don't wanna touch my pooper spunk." I sardonically snapped, burying myself deeper.
"Well... wanna at least take a shower?"
"...Fuck yeah, I'll take a shower." I sat right up and took her hand before escorting her out of bed. I squeezed her ass as we walked out into the hall, completely naked. Once more, she cracked a smile.
