Black Sambuca & Reptile Eyes Pt. 01

Black Sambuca and Reptile Eyes Pt. 01

Years ago, while living in the south coast town of Albany, I shared a house with three other guys; two of whom were farm hands. They earned fantastic money and partied hard when they returned to the house on leave.

It was Friday evening. Shane and Andrew were due to head back to the farm the next day and planned on a big party at the house. Unfortunately, I agreed to work an evening shift at a local restaurant and would miss the festivities.

People began arriving around 6 PM. Andrew's girlfriend, whom I loathed intensely, brought her friend Zoe. I had been on a couple of dates with Zoe in the past. The first one was to the cinema to see Star Trek: First Contact. In a practically empty theatre, Zoe got up to use the bathroom and could not find her seat and spent the balance of the movie sitting at the back on her own. The second date was equally as forgettable.

There seemed to be no chemistry between us. Zoe presented as empty-headed with little to nothing to say. She came off as a quintessential blonde bimbo, always goofing around, expressing wonderment about basic facts about the world, and believing Albany was the centre of the world.

Zoe was one of those rare people who wore glasses that improved her face. The blonde hair was almost white, coupled with China doll skin and piercing green eyes gave off Children of the Damned vibes. Due to a rare birth defect, Zoe's irises were reptilian in appearance. Spectacles softened these odd looks. If that was not bad enough, Zoe did herself no favours by constantly wearing baggy clothes: jumpers and jeans, so it was hard to work out her body shape.

On this night, Zoe brought with her a large bottle of black sambuca. We talked for a few moments about nothing, and I swear I lost IQ points. I greeted several other guests before leaving for my shift.

Being Friday night, the patronage was steady until the restaurant closed at 10 PM. After cleaning up, I remained behind to enjoy a much-earned drink with the proprietors. It was just after midnight before I trudged up the hill to our little cottage that overlooked the harbour.

I expected the house to be partying hard, but upon arriving, the only lights on were the lounge and kitchen. The place stunk of cigarettes, cannabis and alcohol, with the detritus of all three strewn about the place. Shane's and Andrew's bedroom doors were closed, and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from both. Even my third roommate had gotten lucky and was having fun in the annexe.

There were a couple of beers in the fridge, and I cracked one and began cleaning up. Zoe's bottle of sambuca was on the dining table and was 80 per cent empty. The black goo would have done a number on her, but with Andrew's girlfriend staying over, I wondered how Zoe got home.

After cleaning up, I sat on the balcony for a while and enjoyed the remaining beers. Before turning in, I went to the bathroom and was shocked by the sight and smell of the place! Someone, Zoe, had spewed up, missing most of the bowl. There was regurgitated Sambuca on the floor and walls. The liquorice stench was overpowering.

I doubted my housemates would have deliberately left the toilet in such a state had they known about the mess, so I assumed that Zoe was the last to leave. There was no escaping it, so I grabbed a bucket, gloves and cloths and got down on my knees. Afterwards, I took a shower and put my clothes in the washing machine. Totally stuffed after my shift and impromptu clean-up, I walked into my room.

"Turn the fucking light off," Zoe groaned after I flicked the switch.

When I did so, a shapeless mass shifted on my bed, and I heard heavy breathing. Zoe was in my bed! Suddenly, I was in a dilemma. There were no alternative sleeping spaces. I refused to sleep on the couch, and I could not order Zoe home, not in her state of inebriation. But could I share the bed with her?

Zoe fell back to sleep. She was soon dead to the world and would likely remain in such a state until such time that the alcohol worked its way through her system. Hopefully, I would be awake before her, and so there could be no accusations of impropriety. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, I decided to risk it, plus I could barely keep my eyes open. Slipping underneath the sheets next to Zoe, sleep came easily.

I was jolted awake by the sounds of Andrew and Shane, and their girlfriends, leaving the house with as little consideration as possible. It was still dark, so I rolled over and drifted off. At some point later, I felt Zoe's arm brush my shoulder. I did not move. Nothing happened. I dozed.

Next, I felt the bed shift. Zoe had rolled onto her side and spooned into me, draping an arm across my abdomen. I could feel her shallow breath against the back of my neck. Faint wafts of stale liquorice permeated my nostrils, turning my stomach.

It was still dark, but I did not stir. Zoe's body heat as she pressed up against me had a strange erotic effect on me, and I started to harden. She sensed this and nuzzled closer.

It was an odd situation to find myself in. Here I was sharing a bed with someone who was a personality black hole, looked and acted goofy, was small-town orientated and a rude drunk. Yet something was compelling about her advances, and I was intrigued to see how far she would go.

Suddenly, Zoe let out a soft squeak. Moments later, she moved her hand south and over my undeniable bulge that remained encased in a fresh pair of boxer shorts. The way she grabbed me caused me to emit a hiss. By now, Zoe knew I was awake.

In a clumsy move, she pulled me onto my back and leaned into me for a liquorice-flavoured kiss. I almost retched but kept composed and allowed her unpractised lips to meet mine and find a rhythm. This did not take long, and, despite the taste, Zoe was a fantastic kisser.

Dawn's first light began illuminating the room. Zoe had worn one of my t-shirts to bed, which was several sizes larger than her body shape, but as she pressed into me for passionate kisses, I felt her breasts press against me. They seemed larger than her baggy clothes suggested, and I realised there might be a surprise package lurking underneath the layers she insisted on wearing, contributing to her daggy look.

As we kissed, Zoe's hand returned to my crotch. Within minutes, she had slipped under the fabric and confidently grabbed my hardened pole and roughly stroked me, while moaning into my mouth.

The light in the room was overcoming the shadows of night, and I began to see Zoe in a new way. She was now a confident and sensual creature who was not afraid of making the right moves when they were on her terms. For my part, the kissing and the wanking was turning me on no end. Presently, it was Zoe who called the shots, but I was ready to wrestle full control at the right moment.

I was in no rush. With the house to myself, I was free to take as much time as possible, and I intended to gorge to the point of gluttony. Zoe sensed the need to ratchet up the action. She broke off the kiss, rose slightly and grabbed the hem of my boxer shorts.

"Let's get these off you."

While wearing my t-shirt that fell below her crotch, Zoe deftly removed my undergarments, fell over me and began gingerly sucking my cock, slurping and spitting and deep throating and moaning. She bathed my cock and balls in copious amounts of saliva as her eagerness and confidence increased.

I ran my hand down Zoe's spine and reached for her arse. She obliged and shifted her position so that I had access to her fuck holes. Zoe was far more svelte than I had imagined. There did not seem to be too much puppy fat on her frame.

The first sensation I experienced was the heat emanating from her crotch. It was volcanic! I placed a finger at the start of her cheeks and began tracing it down in the valley. The journey was greased with a heady mixture of sweat and pussy juice that appeared to leak uncontrollably. When my finger parted her lips, Zoe tensed and let out a squeak, she then reached around, gripped my wrist and forced my finger inside her steaming fuck box.

Her pussy was tight, hot and slick. As I poked around, Zoe purred contentedly as she continued smoking my pole. While talented, her technique was not going to get me off. Besides, I wanted to dip my wick in at least one of the other two holes before unloading.

"Lick my balls," I encouraged.

Zoe released my slick shaft but continued to clumsily wank it while tickling my rapidly shrinking gourds. With her free hand, she strangled my sack at the base and engulfed it in her generous mouth.

"Fuck me!" I groaned, "That's amazing."

Surprisingly, her tongue began probing lower, shifting her body slightly and parting my legs.

"You're heading in the right direction," I urged, wondering how far I could go.

Quite far as it turned out. Zoe shifted to her knees and buried her head between my legs while I rolled as far back as I could so that she could access my hole. I now had access to her two fuck tunnels and her breasts. I slipped my hand underneath my t-shirt she was wearing, and gasped in surprise at the size and the firmness of her breasts. They felt enormous, but no one would know as she overdressed in baggy clothes, which severely misrepresented the shape of her body.

Zoe continued the surprises. Her right nipple was pierced. This was my first time experiencing body jewellery, and as I flicked the ring, Zoe responded favourably, releasing chirps of appreciation as her tongue struggled to find my expectant O-ring.

My other hand was busy fingering her dripping pussy and rubbing circles on her clit which turned out to be pierced as well. Pressing my luck, literally, I pressed a juicy finger against her pucker. Expecting an instant rejection, I was surprised again as Zoe relaxed her pucker and allowed my digital entry. Now I was DP'ing her with my fingers, playing with her unusually large titties while getting the inside of my arsehole tongued.

However, Zoe soon became frustrated at not being able to get her tongue inside my hole. She changed positions, lying on her side with her head on the bed and thrust her mouth deep between my cheeks.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as her wet tongue contacted my twitching bung, "Keep going."

"You like that?" Zoe asked between takes, breathing hard.

"I love that!"

I had only been rimmed once before, and that was with an older lover that I was having an affair with. The sensation was unbelievable, and I have been a fan of rimming ever since. Zoe was not at the same level, but clearly, she had done this nastiness before and had no hesitation in diving in. As she did so, I gently stroked my greasy pole while gently playing with Zoe's engorged clit.

As the light increased, I looked down and noticed Zoe's neatly trimmed bush, if you could call it that. More of a Lear Jet landing strip with two random tattoos on either side, than a manicured garden. There was no pubic hair on either side of her lips, but that was a detail I did not notice at the time. My garden was a fucking overgrown mess, and I credit my encounter with Zoe that I began to appreciate the need for self-grooming.

"I want you to fuck me," Zoe announced suddenly, as I blissfully enjoyed an anal tongue bath.

Without waiting for a response, she sat up and removed my t-shirt, pushed my legs down and straddled me. My cock slid easily inside the tight confines of her pussy. We both sighed together. Zoe placed her hands on my chest and rode me gently at first.

I was stunned by the contours of her sleek and toned body. Her breasts seemed more impressive than my hand had previously discovered. While the light was increasing, her figure slowly emerged from a silhouetted form, and the portrait began taking form, and what I saw took my breath away, especially when she arched her back as the first orgasm washed over her.

Zoe revealed another surprise when we switched to the doggy position. On the small of her back was a tattoo, later referred to as "slag antlers". I had never met a woman with so much body modification at so young an age. I have neither piercings nor tattoos to this day.

Reaching underneath, Zoe rubbed her pierced clit and occasionally pinched my shrivelled sack. With her head buried in my pillow, her moans of pleasure were muffled but increased in their intensity as she built up to a stronger orgasm, which hit like a hammer blow. Zoe's pussy pinched my cock at the peak of her climax with a sudden snap that I almost blew my load.

Looking down, I watched, amazed, as her wrinkled hole pulsated as she breathed heavily into the pillow. I decided that I was going to ask for some anal sex before this impromptu session ended.

Before I could penetrate that luscious pucker, Zoe pushed me back and rolled over, massive chest heaving. She began laughing while wiping a sheen of sweat from her brow.

"I always come hard when I'm slammed from behind," She chuckled, "But fuck me, that was strong!"

"That's good," I replied while wiping her pussy slime off my cock and tasting it favourably, "Can I lick you out?"

"If you want," Zoe said, seemingly surprised at being asked the question.

I shuffled Zoe's impressive towards the edge of the bed and folded her legs back, giving me unlimited access to her swollen cunt. As I ran my tongue up and down her slit from clit to hole, I greedily drank down her freely spilling juice and tasted like ambrosia of the gods.

Zoe's ring-pierced clit turned out to be her most sensitive spot. With two fingers gently massaging her hole, I focused my tongue and mouth on the bean.

"Oh yes, baby, keep going!" Zoe breathed heavily, encouraging me to bring her off again.

It did not take long for another orgasm to wash over Zoe's impressive body. Poking her pucker with my ring finger was the trigger. As she came, Zoe pressed her tit flesh together with her thumbs stimulating the nipples.

"Good?" I asked, standing up after a couple of minutes watching her writhe on my bed.

"Oh, yeah!" Zoe smiled with her eyes firmly shut, "Kiss me."

Before leaning down, I wiped the slime from my face and placed my lips on hers. The orgasms had temporarily sapped Zoe of energy, but the kissing remained passionate.

We lay on the bed for what seemed like an age before I worked up the courage to ask Zoe for some anal sex.

"Yeah, I like anal," She replied languidly, "But I've got to pee first."

As she said that last part, her voice trailed off as, no doubt, memories of her destruction of my toilet filtered back.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," She began, contritely, "I had an accident last night."

"Yeah, I know," I chuckled, "Don't worry, I cleaned it up before coming to bed."

"I feel so bad," Zoe cried.

"The toilet is yours to use and abuse again."

"Please don't joke," She sniffed, wiping a tear from her reptilian eyes.

Zoe sat up, climbed over me and nakedly shuffled towards the toilet. I followed. There was still a faint stench of black Sambuca that would fade once I opened the house for airing later that day. The mop and bucket remained by the door unemptied.

"You see, all good," I said, as Zoe hesitated in the hallway and peering inside.

"If there's anything I can do..."

"This will do just nicely," I grinned and placed a finger on Zoe's greasy starfish.

"Well, let me pee first."

"Go for it."

"Wait, you want to watch me?"

I nodded.

"You are a dirty bastard."

"Yes, I am," I grinned, "You mind?"

"Not at all."

Zoe walked in, turned around and straddled the bowl with the seat up in the men's position. With her off-putting lizard eyes locked on me, she reached down and spread her sodden lips and released a stream of piss directly into the water below.

Thank goodness for the distraction!

At first, only a few dribbles tinkled into the water. Zoe closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Relaxing further, the dribbles gathered strength, and a stream shot out. Eyes opened, she made sure to direct it into the bowl but like any man after a fuck, it sprayed everywhere. When she missed, Zoe giggled and insincerely apologised. The impromptu show was extremely voyeuristic, which added extra lead to my pencil.

After she finished, I stepped forward and extended my fingers to probe her gash. It was pissy slick rather than waxy, but that changed within seconds. Zoe grabbed my arms and sank her head against my chest, chirping with pleasure.

However, her pussy was not really my target as much as it was inviting. No, I wanted arse. Spinning Zoe around, I bent her over with her hands placed on the cistern. My hands clasped her spongy cheeks and parted them to reveal an extremely inviting rosebud.

Zoe had no idea what was about to happen, but when it did, she got the shock of her life.

"What the fuck is happening back there?"

"What do you think?" I replied, "I'm licking your arsehole, like you licked mine!"

"No one's ever done that before," Zoe said with a hint of confusion, "Feels nice, I guess."

That reaction was good enough for me as I enthusiastically lapped and sucked her greasy bung.

"Oh, yeah. Keep going!" Zoe urged as she grew to enjoy this new form of stimulation.

As she said this, I noticed a hand transfer from the toilet to her dripping cunt with dainty fingers circling her swollen bean. Zoe was working up to another climax which, when it engulfed her, caused her whole body to shudder like an EMP.

"Fuck, that was good," Zoe chuckled, "Different, unexpected but good."

"Love the taste of your arse," I agreed, slapping a cheek and standing up.

I attempted to insert the head of my cock inside her relaxed pucker, but Zoe refused.

"Back to bed for that, mister."

Wrapping her fingers in mine, she led me back to my bedroom and fell onto the mattress. I laid down next to her, cock raging and pulsing in expectation of getting inside Zoe's peach.

"You ready?" I asked, a little too eagerly.

"Getting there," Zoe replied, "I want to ride you some more."

Rising from the bed, she swung a shapely leg over my waist, grabbed my cock by the base and directed the helmet into her sopping box. Zoe fixed me with a firm look as her hips ground against mine. I had to close my eyes and fondle her magnificent tits to prevent a loss of wood.

When I peeked a glance, I noticed that Zoe was lost in the moment, working up to another orgasm while one hand was behind her back, squealing with increased intensity. At first, I did not know what she was doing back there until I felt an unfamiliar pressure press against my throbbing pole.

Fingering her arse, getting that most precious space ready for my angry cock. At that early point in my life, I had only known two women who actively played with themselves, and neither of them went anywhere near their O-rings.

After reaching another peak of intense pleasure, Zoe finally said that she was ready for anal.

"I want to stay on top," She croaked after wiping her forehead, "I like being in control."

She rose slightly so that my cock existing her pussy, glistening in the early morning light. Grabbing it by the base, Zoe expertly directed the head to her fingered fudge hole and pressed her weight against it.

"Shit!" We exclaimed in unison as her shitter reluctantly gave way and she sank until I was balls deep.

The heat and dampness from her crotch burned against my pubic bone as Zoe forced her anus and brain to accept this unusual intrusion. Placing both hands aside my head, she moved slowly but with a purpose.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Zoe panted repeatedly as she bounced up and down.

As she rode me, I slipped a finger in her sodden pussy and experienced my cock pressing against it through the thin membrane separating her fuck tunnels.

"No more clit," Zoe panted, "Its way too sensitive now."

As she rode me, we continually expressed appreciation about how good this backdoor action felt. Each time she dropped down, my cock opened her up a little more.

"Oh, yeah," Zoe panted, "You fuck me so good!"

He bouncing beauties had a hypnotic effect on my senses, slapping against each other and so close to my face.

"Such a tight arse," I groaned as her sphincter throttled my greasy cock.

"Yeah, you like it?"

"Oh yes!" I panted.

Unlike her pussy, Zoe did not seem to orgasm per se, rather she let out an almost continual stream of satisfied purring of 'awws' and 'ums'.

"You like my cock in your arse?"

"Love it!"

Sitting up, Zoe began gyrating against my crotch, her head back and her hands massaging her erect nipples, filling the room with low-level, continuous moaning.

As I watched her magnificent body writhed, I speculated whether the sensation of my cock in her dirt box created a different type of sexual pleasure, like one continuous orgasm because Zoe was reacting differently for sure.

"Let me suck your cock!" Zoe demanded after anally riding me for maybe five minutes.

Climbing off, she knelt beside me and took my glistening anally-defiled cock in her mouth. This was a new sexual experience for me. Sure, I had seen this action in pirated scud videos, but this was a new sensation and was another surprise.

"Mm, yummy!" Zoe exclaimed as she smacked her lips against my purple helmet, "You ready to come?"

"Soon, baby," I said, "Haven't had enough arse yet."

"Mm," Zoe cooed, raising her eyebrows.

Switching to the side saddle position, I knew that I would not be able to last longer. Zoe indicated that she wanted me to finish up. By this time, my brain was completely fried and, while gripping her body tightly, I exploded deep inside her buggered hole with such intensity that the entire street must have heard my orgasm. The expletives were off the chart and loud. My long-suffering balls pumped everything I had inside Zoe's bowels.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed Zoe, as I was lost in space, "I felt that!"

I groaned loudly but kept Zoe locked in position while my cock twitched

Two volcanic, young bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, and spent of energy, gradually came down. I rolled away from Zoe onto my back, my flaccid cock exiting her back door with an unexpected 'pop'.

"Shit!" Zoe suddenly exclaimed, "I'm leaking."

"Not on my bed," I reacted, not realising how many bodily fluids had already stained my bedding.

Zoe rose off the bed, meaning to walk to the toilet.

"You know," She hissed, "Most guys come on my tits or in my mouth."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," I said, following her, "Your arse was too good."

"Cute."

I saw a small, viscous trail snake down the inside of her left thigh as I reluctantly followed her.

"My come can still go on your tits and in your mouth if you want."

Zoe stopped, swung her head towards me, her reptile iris squinting at me and asked me what I meant.

"This way."

Rather than the toilet, I led Zoe to the bathroom and helped her into the bath.

"Sit on the edge."

Gripping the side of the bath with her hands, she rested her mid-thighs on the rim of the bath thereby exposing her pussy and arse towards the floor.

"Let it go," I said, lasciviously, as I placed the palm of my hand underneath her sodomised hole.

"Oh," Groaned Zoe, relaxing her bung and letting the funky contents spill out of her anus, "Feels weird."

"Wow, that's a big load," I said with wide eyes, my seed pooled in the centre of my cupped palm. Indeed, it had been a while since I busted my nuts.

When only a few small bubbles nestled around Zoe's spasming aperture, I figured that my hand held the contents of my balls.

Standing up, I told Zoe to push her firm tits together. From above her, I tipped the contents of my hands onto the pressed flesh. She cooed and chirped in delight as my seed, saliva and whatever else spilled across those awesome titties. Zoe's head arched, and her hands massaged the goo into her pale skin, delighting in the act.

"Is that called a cream pie?" Zoe asked, "Because I liked it."

"I guess so," I replied, unfamiliar with the term she used.

"You sure are full of surprises," I said, joining her in the bath and turning on the shower head, "I had no idea you were this much of a firecracker."

"Glad I pleased you," Zoe beamed and slapped my arse cheek playfully, "I did not know what to expect."

We showered together, soaping each other and washing away our sinfulness while gathering new energy. Following breakfast, I washed Zoe's clothes, which stank of sambuca, smoke, cannabis and vomit.

As her clothes dried on the line, we sat on the balcony and admired the view of Princess Royal Harbour on a mid-spring Sunday morning while sipping tea. With her glasses on, Zoe's eyes lost some of their otherworldly menace, and I was able to look at her more comfortably while exchanging small talk.

As we sat there, I reflected on our first two dates and other interactions and began to see Zoe in a new light. What we did earlier showed we had massive sexual chemistry, both liking the same sexual predilections, and that was from one encounter. What new heights of pleasure were possible?

"You want to do this again?" I asked.

"Just have sex?" Zoe laughed nervously.

"I'd like to see you again," I said, "Socially and intimately."

"Like a couple?"

"I'm happy with that," I answered, "If you are."

"I wanted that for a long time," Zoe said, seemingly happy with my response.

Thus began a very deep, intense, satisfying but ultimately short relationship. There were some amazing sexual encounters and revelations that I will document in later instalments.