Black Sambuca & Reptile Eyes Pt. 02

Black Sambuca and Reptile Eyes Pt. 02

After our first encounter, Zoe and I continued meeting up several times a week. I had the house to myself with Shane and Andrew labouring on a farm some 100 miles to the north of Albany. True, there was a fourth housemate, but he lived semi-autonomously in the annexe at the back of the house.

Our sex life varied in intensity based on how much booze Zoe consumed on any given day. Thankfully, there was no repeat of the black Sambuca incident, but she partied hard with spirituous liquor while I prefer beer and wine generally.

One weekend in early summer, the weather was unusually hot, and we decided to go to Middleton Beach, which was predictably packed with like-minded souls seeking relief. With Albany situated on Australia's Southern Ocean, the water temperature is frigid at the best of times, and today was no exception.

After dipping our feet in the flaccid surf, we declined to go further. Zoe came to the beach in her typical garb of oversized clothing that masked her incredible body. I was looking forward to seeing her in a bikini, one that exposed her giant titties but alas it was not to be. Instead, she packed a swimming pool costume.

With so many people around, Zoe seemed reluctant to disrobe, and I got the impression that she was self-conscious about her body, especially her oversized chest. At home, she only discarded her clothes when the room was dark. Occasionally, Zoe felt comfortable being naked in daylight, but it was rare.

"I was teased at school," She once told me after I questioned her, "For being an early developer."

"Ah," I said, "Grew early and grew big?"

"Very big," Zoe shrugged, "In a class of my own."

"The guys would have been drooling over you."

"Yeah," She acknowledged, "That's why I was teased because of jealousy."

High school can be tough, I thought, it's easier for guys because their 'packages' are as pronounced, and the only dick competition is confined to the locker room where looking got you labelled as gay.

"I could do with a drink," Zoe said, feeling distinctly uncomfortable around scantily clad flesh that crowded the beach.

"Over the road?" I asked, nodding my head towards the hotel.

"Sure."

While the hotel bar's balcony was full of patrons, the cooler interior had more space.

"Two chardonnays, please? I asked the barkeep.

"You two have ID?"

After rolling our eyes at the request, we paid for our cold wines and took a table that overlooked the beach where the lapping of surf could be faintly heard.

"I'm sorry," Zoe sniffed, "I'm just not comfortable around big crowds."

"Hey, it's all good," I reassured her, "We could grab a bottle and find a spot along the boardwalk?"

I referred to a walking track that snaked its way south along the northern head of the entrance to Princess Royal Harbour. There were many spots off the beaten track that provided spectacularly private views of the ocean.

"Sounds good."

Twenty minutes later, I guided Zoe to a secluded spot I had used before that was masked by scrub and small trees providing much-needed shade from the relentless sun.

Like bogans, we sipped wine directly from the bottle. As the alcohol and the privacy kicked in, Zoe relaxed and seemed to destress by removing her dumpy jumper.

As previously mentioned, Zoe was not known for being interested or engaging in cultured conversations. With our twenty-something hormones raging, we often talked a lot about sex. Predictably, Zoe raised the subject once the Chardonnay had been half drunk.

"How... how did you become so good in the bedroom?"

It was a question that came up from time to time. Since turning 18 years old, I had four relationships up to I met Zoe when I was 22. Two women were older (and more experienced), and one was younger. All commented on my bedroom 'skills'. Of course, this was ego boosting in the moment, but it was good to know I was not 'a clueless puppy' as a friend of mine was once described.

The truth was that my parents chose a novel approach to the 'birds and bees' conversation. Instead, they side-stepped their parental responsibility and outsourced it to leaving pirated European scud videos lying around the house, which me and my mates watched constantly.

"Well," I began, the wine loosening my tongue more than it should have, "I had some explicit instruction."

"What does that mean?" Was Zoe's predictable reply.

"I've watched some porn videos in the past."

"Ah, yes," Zoe said, "I've watched some of them."

"Is that where you learned about anal sex?"

"No, that was something I did with my last boyfriend."

"He brought it up, right?"

"Yeah, I'd never done it before."

"You did not think it was weird at all?"

"No," Zoe said, "He told me it was normal."

"Did it hurt the first time?"

"Not that I remember," she replied, "It doesn't hurt at all. But..."

"Yes?"

"It feels so much better when you do that thing with your tongue."

"Ah, you like that?"

"Yes, makes it so much better back there," Zoe chuckled, "Why do you like it?"

"It's dirty and taboo."

By this time, Zoe had removed her jeans and was lying in the sun, clad in her pool costume that struggled to contain the abundance of flesh that the creator had endowed on her chest.

"You don't own a bikini?" I asked.

"Can't get a top that fits," She replied, "Believe me, I've tried, and my mother has to order custom bras from Perth."

I wondered what Zoe's mother looked like and whether she was similarly blessed. It must have been the same freak of nature that gave Zoe the chest and the defect in her irises that led to an off-putting reptilian look that was only offset by glasses.

As she lay on her back in the sun, Zoe's nipples protruded against the fabric with the piercings of one clearly visible. Zoe also had her clit similarly speared and had a tattoo on the small of her back.

"Do you... erm... play with yourself?"

"Masturbate?" I replied, "Sometimes."

"What do you think of?"

"Depends," I said, carefully, "Sometimes I think of the things that we've done."

"And other times?"

"I have a couple of porno mags to look at."

"Really," Zoe raised her sunglasses, "Interesting."

"Do you?"

"I've tried," She said, "Can't seem to get the same reaction as when I'm with a guy, or you."

"Why don't you show me how you do it?"

"Here, now?" Zoe blushed intensely, "Oh, I couldn't."

"No one can see us," I encouraged.

Zoe propped herself up and looked across Middleton Bay. The beach was to the north. There were no boats on the water and no one around us.

"I'm too embarrassed," She giggled nervously, "You'd laugh at me."

"Well, why don't we do it together?"

With some additional explanation, Zoe agreed to my helping her play with herself. I sat against a rock and Zoe sat between my legs, her back resting against me, my chin resting on her shoulder.

While whispering dirty words into Zoe's ear, I eased down the straps of her swimming costume from her shoulders and exposed her enormous breasts to the relenting sunshine. I placed my hands on hers that were stroking my thighs, and brought them up to her quivering chest.

"Rub and squeeze your tits," I whispered, lascivious, "Pinch your nipples."

"Oh, feels good," She panted, "I prefer your hands and tongue on them."

"Yes, but this is about your pleasure when I'm not around."

Zoe shuddered and told me her tits felt great.

"Keep his hand here," I said, "Let's move this one down here."

I guided her hand inside her costume, and we descended south past her abdomen to the furnace that was about to combust between her legs.

"Oh, fuck!" Zoe hissed as I pressed her finger against her engorged clit.

I encouraged her to circle the bean several times before dipping inside her drenched hole then back to her clit. As we tugged on her pierced nipple and played with her lady parts, Zoe quickly climaxed hard, though not as loudly as she usually did behind closed doors.

"Oh, that felt really nice," Zoe squirmed against me while reaching for the wine.

"It looked really good," I grinned, happy with my student's progress, "One other self-play lesson to complete."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You can come from your ass," I said, very much on shaky ground with this one but very much hoping Zoe would agree to try.

"Show me how."

I told Zoe to get on all fours against the rock that I leaned against moments earlier. Positioning behind her, I grabbed the fabric of the costumer and pulled it apart, letting it rest against an impressive arse cheek.

Grabbing a hand, I told Zoe to spit on the fingers of one hand while the other pulled apart her cheeks, thereby exposing her spongy pucker, which glistened in the afternoon sun.

"Is this enough?" Zoe reached around and offered me her saliva-coated fingers.

"Not really," I said and spat some more before directing her fingers to her twitching O-ring, "Rub it in."

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Tingly," Zoe giggled.

"When you feel comfortable, start by inserting a finger inside your arse."

"It's so tight," She hissed as she struggled against her reluctant hole.

I circled two fingers against the pierced hood of Zoe's clit which immediately caused her body shudder, her aperture open and accept the intrusion.

"Keep doing that," I encouraged, "Try a second finger when you feel comfortable."

"Like this?" Zoe asked, suddenly emboldened as a second digit was effortlessly swallowed by her most intimate hole.

I removed my fingers from her clit and instructed Zoe and replace mine with hers. There were rivulets of pussy slime streaming down the inside of her thighs.

"Feels so fucking good," Zoe laughed, "Fuck, yeah!"

"Keep going till, well, you know what."

"You hard?"

"As a rock," I said while squeezing my bulge and watching Zoe learn to play with herself like a porn star. This was a real-life peep show just for me, and I revelled in the filthiness on display.

"I think I'm coming," Zoe squeaked, "Oh, yeah."

"Come for me, baby!"

Zoe suddenly grunted, but her body shook hard.

"That was fun," She said, turning over, "Different, but I think I prefer fingering the front tunnel."

"Do whatever you find the most pleasurable."

"Thank you," Zoe leaned in for a kiss, "I really enjoyed that."

Suddenly, there came the sound of voices across the wind that startled Zoe so much that she scrambled to get dressed.

"Shit!" She swore, "We should not be doing this out here."

The change in self-consciousness was swift and determined, that beautiful body vanishing before my eyes being wrapped up in baggy clothes despite the day's heat.

"What about me?" I asked, pushing my groin front and centre.

"Not here," Zoe hissed, "We'll get caught!"

"There's no one around," I reassured her, "And no one on the beach can see us."

"I'm happy to take care of you at home!" Zoe said with an inflexion of finality, "Can't risk it."

Even with a vino courage, Zoe's lack of confidence evaporated over the slightest scare. There was nothing to do except pack up and go, blue balls and all.

****

Later that day, we came back to my house and had a shower. I cooked a basic dinner, and we sat on the balcony looking toward the west as the burning sun dimmed across the western hills, sipping beer from my fridge. The evening was warm, but we were bugged by insects.

"Can I look at your porno mags?" Zoe asked out of the blue.

"Erm... they are pretty hardcore," I said, "Probably more so than you expect."

"Now, I really want to see them."

From my bedroom, I grabbed a couple of the least hardcore magazines in my possession and returned to the balcony.

In the mid-nineties, imported porno materials were devilishly expensive. Magazines cost $50, and videos were upward of $100. For someone on minimum wage, three magazines were a considerable investment.

Thankfully, the ones I chose were European in origin and hence the filthiest on the market and were structured like a graphic novel with panels of text and dialogue next to a still photograph taken from the set of a scud movie.

"Don't complain that I did not warn you," I said to Zoe as I handed over the controversial material.

Zoe looked at the covers of all three before beginning with a book showing a nubile European woman of dubious provenance in the reverse cowgirl position with one dick up her arse, one in her mouth and another in a hand while her other spread her cunt lips. If she was having fun, her expression did not show it.

Each book contained three self-contained "stories". The first chapter featured the model on the front cover posing as a real estate agent showing three prospective male buyers. The action kicked off on the third panel of the first page with the agent on her knees, sucking one cock and wanking the others.

Zoe sat silently while watching the action unfold panel by filthy panel. From sucking cock, the model rode one guy and wanked the others. All three guys rotated before the lucky one jammed his prick deep inside the model's arse.

"Why is she doing that?" Zoe asked, pointing to the panel from the front cover where the model spread her pussy lips.

"Erotic artistic expression," I replied, "She will be rubbing her clit while taking anal as the video was filmed."

"Uh, huh," Zoe continued reading and looking at each panel, "What the fuck?"

Turning the page, the next photo depicted the model being DP'd in the cowgirl position while sucking on the third cock and trying to look into the camera lens looking happy.

"How is that even possible?"

"Not sure," I said, "Not having done it myself."

"I don't think I could do that," Zoe said, wrinkling her nose, "Even if I wanted to. Looks painful."

"Not been with two or more guys then?"

Zoe looked at me askance as if I had just materialised from Mars.

The final panels showed the "happy" model attempting to survive the cum blasts from three men as they unleashed on her pretty face.

"Shit!" Zoe exclaimed in a barely audible whisper.

"What do you think about that?"

"Seems wasteful," Was her response before turning the page without further comment.

The next chapter featured two nubile hotties dressed as barely legal teens studying "biology" in a mock-up girl's bedroom. They begin kissing, fondling, undressing kissing nipples, licking pussies before introducing a small yellow vibrator into the mix.

"Anal sex is a running theme of this magazine," Zoe said after observing some rimming following by reciprocal digital and toy penetration.

This story ended with a trip to the bathroom for some golden fun. Zoe said nothing, but nor did she seem disgusted by the scene. I noticed her breathing had shallowed and she began shifting in her seat.

The final story saw two buxom beauties go head-to-head with a black cock with no lesbian overlay.

"That dick has to be fake," Zoe snorted, "No way a man is that big."

"I believe his name is Lexington Steele, and yes his cock is genuine."

"How can those two take that back there?" Zoe asked as the panels showed each model getting a solid arse reaming from the legend.

"Practice, I guess."

The last panel showed the two ladies snowballing Lex's load as his dick went limp. This scene seemed particularly pleasing to Zoe.

"What did you think of that mag?" I asked, squeezing my crotch.

Zoe flicked through the book several times and looked at appealing panels. She singled out the DP photos, a couple of lesbian poses, and the arse gapes in the final chapter.

"Very interesting," She giggled, "More explicit than I expected."

"Told you!"

"Let's have a look at the others."

Zoe methodically studied the other two books, making little comment, but her body betrayed the arousal she felt as her brain processed the images.

"How often do you look at these?" She asked after handing me the three books.

"Depends," I said, carefully, "When I'm horny."

"And how often is that?"

"I'm horny all the time," I admitted, "But you've been taking care of that lately, so no need for these."

"Good answer," Zoe smiled, "If they were fantasies of yours, there's not a lot I can do for you."

"Really? I chuckled, "There's nothing in those books that tickled your fancy?"

Zoe grabbed a book and flicked through the glossy pages, occasionally stopping and examining a scene.

"I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to," She said while showing me a picture of an airtight woman, "Looks painful."

"She seems to enjoy it."

"How can you tell?" Zoe chuckled, "Doesn't look like it to me."

"What about this?" I asked, pointing to a woman whose face and neck were dripping with the seed of three guys.

"Seems like a waste," She sniffed before turning the page and onto the next story.

"How come?" No pun intended.

"You know," Zoe playfully jabbed my arm.

Her three holes were open for deposits, as was the extensive real estate on her chest for the pleasure of her lover. However, I was the first guy to drop a load in her backdoor. I had not managed to convince her to let me come in her mouth after buggering her senseless, wrinkling her nose at the suggestion.

"What else?" I asked.

"That looks good," She said, nodding at a page showing two girls pleasuring a guy lying on a couch, one smoking the pole while the other licked his balls.

"Mm, nice." I agreed.

"This is interesting," The panel showed one of the women laying back, legs spread while the other lapped at her pussy as the guy ploughed the second women doggystyle.

"What do you like?" I asked rhetorically.

"What they are doing to each other."

"Ever done anything like that?"

"No, well, not exactly." Zoe replied, her cheeks blushing, "A Few months ago, I got drunk with a friend and we began, like you know, kissing and touching."

"Tell me it was not Andrew's girlfriend," I said, "Because that would kill the moment."

"It's not sweety," Zoe laughed, "I know you don't like her. No, this was with a friend from high school."

"What happened?"

"That was pretty much it," Zoe replied, "I think she fingered me, but there was no privacy for anything more than that."

"Would you have gone further?"

"I don't know," She said, "Maybe. She did make me feel good."

"Nothing since?"

"No," Zoe sighed, "I'm happy with what I've got here."

Turning toward me, she swung her body across my legs and planted her crotch against mine. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, Zoe leaned in for a passionate kiss. I placed my hands on her thighs and gently stroked them, while she ground onto my raging cock seemingly possessed.

The sun began setting across the western hills with its radiance and heat projecting back to us while we coupled on the back deck. At my prompting, Zoe removed her burdensome jumper, revealing her impressive tits straining against the swimsuit which appeared comically several sizes too small.

I pulled down the shoulder straps and exposed those ginormous melons to nature. A combination of uncontrollable lust and the privacy of the backyard gave Zoe the confidence to shed inhibitions.

Soon, my shirt lay on the ground, and the drawstring to my shorts was pulled out. Zoe stood and removed the rest of her clothes while I shimmied the shorts down my legs. She straddled me and my cock slipped effortlessly into her steaming pussy.

"Fuck!" I growled, and Zoe rode me hard.

The suns had partially silhouetted Zoe's slender frame with those tits bouncing an inch from my face. My hands were planted firmly on her Georgia peach, which supported her motion. I could feel juice slide down my shaft, onto my balls and inner thighs. Zoe was leaving like a sieve.

The violence of her motion was making the small of my back. I attempted to shift my butt and Zoe pinned me down.

"Don't move," She panted as her hips slammed against mine, "I'm going to come!"

As uncomfortable as I was, pawing her breast flesh and licking her nipples provided a suitable distraction as Zoe worked up to a climax.

"Shit!" She whined, "Something different is happening."

There was a hint of panic in her voice, but that was overcome by the sheer pleasure that coursed through her veins.

"I'm not sure about this... fuck!"

Suddenly, Zoe stood up. My slimy cock slapped against my lower tummy. A hand went immediately to her clit and a second later, she unleashed a fountain of fluid all over my groin soaking my cock, balls and upper thighs.

Zoe's other hand gripped the steel balustrade to stay upright as this unrelenting blast of liquid poured forth with such force before pooling of the timber below.

"Fuck!" She hissed repeatedly while keeping a finger pressed against her bean.

My eyes were bulging out of their sockets, Total Recall-style, as this performance. I had never in 22 years seen anything like this. Zoe had an uncanny knack to annoy and surprise in equal measure, and this was a new act for her.

When the spray exhausted itself, Zoe gave her clit a short flick and quickly came again with an audible growl before slumping against the railing. My lower half was a dripping mess.

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked incredulously.

After catching her breath, Zoe confessed that she did not know, as this had not happened to her, and it was uncontrollable.

"I felt this pressure down there," She began, trying to describe the event, "I thought I was going to burst."

"Er, you did!" I chuckled and swept a hand above my groin.

"Shit, you are so wet!" Zoe laughed, "I had no idea I was going to do that."

"That makes two of us."

"What is it?"

"Not sure," I lied after silently speculating that it was piss, "Has a sweetish taste!"

Zoe's first instinct was to recoil in horror that I put an unknown bodily fluid in my mouth, but my favourable assessment conveyed surprise, which increased the intrigue.

"Let me try," Zoe bent over and ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, "Yes, it does taste nice."

"I thought it was you know pee," I said.

"Definitely not that!" Zoe replied unusually confident manner.

"How do you know?"

Suddenly, Zoe went bright red and turned away for a second after revealing something that should not have been disclosed.

"It just isn't, okay?"

"Sure, okay," I chuckled.

To deflect, Zoe dropped to her knees in front of my and used her mouth to clean me up and work on my spasming cock that had not lost any wood since being rudely ejected from Zoe's front tunnel.

"Mm, yummy!" She repeated.

While not the greatest cocksucker, Zoe knew how to get me off and about half an hour later she swallowed my explosive load.

Once I had recovered my wits, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and we sat in naked silence as the sun disappeared, cloaking to down in darkness. The streetlights twinkled in the haze, and the water from Princess Royal Harbour flecked in the breeze. Being near the summit of Mount Clarence, my house had amazing views of the town. While a backwater, nature compensated for a lot.

"I'm still horny," Zoe announced, "What about you?"

"Always, baby," I grinned as my cock twitched, "What do you want?"

"Backdoor," She replied.

"Let's go," I said and began walking to the bedroom with Zoe shuffling behind me.

After falling on the bed, we began kissing furiously again, hands squeezing, fondling and touching a variety of sexy body parts.

"I want you to do the thing you do," Zoe panted.

That "thing" was preparation for anal sex. Zoe told me her previous boyfriend would slam his cock in her tushy and treat it like her pussy. Not surprisingly, such a brutish approach was uncomfortable at best, but she had never known anything different.

With me, I did a lot of prep starting with a long session of rimming before advancing to digital penetration while I tongued Zoe's pulsating clit or I kissed her neck and ear. Before long, she was begging me to fuck her most intimate hole.

Anal, Zoe explained, was a different type of pleasure, more continuous rather than the peaks and troughs of vaginal sex. She enjoyed the feeling of initial penetration and the sensation as the hole stretched around my shaft. Then the fucking motion to led to an elevated flatline of lustful bliss before hot spurts of jism coated her insides.

"Come on," Zoe pleaded after lots of anal-focussed foreplay, "Let me ride that cock."

I stood up and wiped my face with a hand towel. We switched positions so that I lay flat on my back while Zoe mounted me. Grabbing the base of my twitching cock, she positioned the purple head against her sphincter and let gravity do the rest.

"Fuck!" She hissed as her arsehole reluctantly accepted the intrusion.

After a few moments of adjustment, Zoe began using her pucker to jack my cock, each second gathering pace, tits swaying gently.

After that first night together, anal was a constant menu item and we fucked in a variety of position except doggy. For some unknown reason, Zoe would not permit it, just like she did not allow ATM, and I was forbidden from coming in her mouth after anal. However, I was determined to take her anally from behind.

"Let me do you from behind, baby, please?" I pleaded, rather pathetically, "After all, I let you piss on me."

"It wasn't piss," Zoe chuckled before turning her head to kiss me, "Believe me I know the diff... shit!"

She stopped herself again from disclosing a secret before finally agreeing to my request in a vain attempt to deflect. I was determined to come back to this secret topic in the future. Right now, I wanted to plough her peach doggy style.

After manhandling Zoe so that her head rested on the pillow and her arse high in the air, I mounted her, my greasy spit-lubed cock forcing open her spongey pucker. The tightness and heat were next level. Grabbing her hips, I began slowly letting Zoe's bung relax.

"Oh, fuck!" Zoe groaned, "That's so deep!"

"Balls deep, baby!" I confirmed as I let my body weight sink into her rump at a 270-degree angle.

While awkward, I was deeper than ever, and it felt great. We both grunted and moaned and swore fiercely. While feeling my orgasm grow in my loins and preparing to paint Zoe's guts, she suddenly let out a screech.

"It's happening again!"

"What?" I asked, alarmed.

"I'm going to squirt again," She squealed, desperately trying to disentangle herself from my grip, "That's what!"

Zoe leapt off the bed and ran to the bathroom with me closely following. After jumping in the shower, she pulled the curtain closed, and the next thing I heard was a gush of fluid following a long, guttural moan of pleasure.

Peeking inside, Zoe, back to me, was expelling another fountain of girl squirt over the tiles that gurgled down the drain. This time, she licked her fingers enthusiastically.

"Oh, so good!" She panted when the last drops snaked down her inner thighs before turning on the taps.

I joined her and unladed my balls on her tits that she had helpfully pushed together for a perfect bullseye. Afterwards, we soaped each other, dried and curled up on the couch watching a movie in silence, exhausted. All I could think of was her strange watery eruptions. Zoe was not talkative, so I let the subject alone for now, determined to know the answers before the weekend was out.