Chapter 22: The Queue and the Creampie
The silence after Neve left was a living thing, thickened by the ghosts of her cries and the cool damp patch on the sheet. Aidan stared at the water-stained ceiling tiles, his body a hollow shell.The phantom clutch of her virgin pussy still pulsed around his cock, a fading echo.
Megan’s words hung in the dark. A girl who wants to take you up the arse.He turned his head on the pillow. Megan was a silhouette against the laptop glow, her face lit by the cold light of her phone screen. The fantasy he’d buried for years, the shameful desire that had made past girlfriends wince and call him “too much,” was now a commodity on a forum.A request.It should have felt cheap.It didn’t. It felt like a key turning in a long-locked door deep in his guts.
“Who is she?” His voice was rough with exhaustion and something new—anticipation.
Megan didn’t look up.“Name’s Tasha.Twenty.Philosophy postgrad. She’s been messaging for days.Very articulate. Wrote a fucking essay on the psychology of submission and the physics of penetration.” A dry chuckle.“She knows your dimensions.She’s done the math. Says her fantasy isn’t just about taking it, it’s about being perfectly prepared, then utterly ruined by it.”
Aidan pushed himself up on his elbows. The movement stirred the smells of the room—sweat, sex, lavender body spray, the metallic tang of his own spend. “When?”
“Tomorrow night.She’s insisting on her own place. Wants control of the environment.” Megan finally looked at him, her eyes glinting.“You’re into this.Really into it. I can tell.”
He didn’t deny it. The ache in his balls was gone, replaced by a slow, deep throb of want. “Yeah.”
“Good.” She put her phone down and crawled over the bed toward him. She traced a finger through the sticky mess on his lower abdomen, where his come and Neve’s had mingled.“Because you’re a mess. We need to get you cleaned up. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, professor.”
She didn’t mean his lectures.The next day passed in a haze. Aidan taught a seminar on orbital mechanics, the clean, predictable curves of celestial bodies a stark contrast to the chaotic, wet geometry of the previous night. His students, a sea of ordinary faces, had no idea the man pointing at slides of Kepler’s laws had, hours before, been buried to the hilt in a weeping virgin.The dissonance was jarring, and perversely thrilling.
He met Megan after his last class. She was leaning against his car, looking like any other beautiful student in jeans and a leather jacket.“Tasha’s ready,” she said, sliding into the passenger seat. “Nervous.Excited. She’s been prepping all day.”
“Prepping?” Aidan asked, starting the engine.“You know.Toys.Relaxants. She sent me a picture of her ‘kit.’ It was… comprehensive.” Megan’s smile was all teeth. “Drive. It’s over in Headingley.”
Tasha’s flat was in a quiet, respectable redbrick terrace. The door was opened by a tall, striking woman with sharp cheekbones and her hair tied up in a severe but elegant bun. She wore thick-framed glasses and a simple black silk robe, tied at the waist. Her eyes, a clear, intelligent brown, went immediately to Aidan, then down, then back up, assessing.
“You’re taller than you look in the videos,” she said, her voice calm, almost academic. “Please, come in.”
The flat was minimalist, scrupulously clean. A far cry from Megan’s dorm.The air smelled of lemon cleaner and sandalwood incense. A single, powerful lamp illuminated the living room, which contained only a large, deep faux-fur rug laid in the center of the polished floorboards. Beside it was a small tray holding bottles of lube, a series of graduated silicone dilators, and a glass of water.
“The ritual is important to me,” Tasha explained, following his gaze. “I’ve spent the day achieving a state of physical readiness and mental surrender.I understand the physiological challenges your… anatomy presents. I’ve mitigated them.” She untied her robe, let it slide down her shoulders. She was naked beneath, her body slender, her arse high and round, a perfect pale olive curve. “My safeword is ‘red.’ I do not anticipate using it.”
Aidan felt his cock swell, pressing insistently against his jeans. Her clinical demeanour, the stark contrast between this sterile environment and the filthy act she proposed, was the biggest turn-on he’d ever experienced.
“What’s your fantasy, Tasha?” he asked, his professorial tone returning naturally. “Exactly.”
She knelt on the rug, moving with deliberate grace.“I want you to tell me what a dirty slut I am for wanting this. I want you to praise my readiness while you degrade me for it. I want to feel you stretch me beyond what I think I can take. I want you to fuck my arse until I can’t speak, and then I want you to come inside it. I want to feel it for days.”
Aidan stripped, his clothes falling in a heap on Tasha’s tidy floor. His erection sprang free, massive and ruddy in the lamplight. Tasha’s composure flickered for just a second, a quick intake of breath.
“Christ,” Megan whispered from the doorway, phone already raised.
Aidan approached Tasha, who was now on her hands and knees, her head bowed, her spectacular arse presented to him. He ran a hand over the cool, smooth curve of it, then smacked it sharply once.The sound cracked through the quiet room. A pink handprint bloomed.Tasha moaned, a low, eager sound.
“Look at this perfect arse,” Aidan murmured, kneeling behind her. He spread her cheeks, revealing her tiny, puckered hole.It looked impossibly small. “You’ve done all your little preparations, haven’t you? Been a good girl, stretching yourself open for this big fucking cock.”
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing back against his hand.
He reached for the bottle of lube, squirting a cold, generous stream directly onto her hole, watching it drip down her perineum.He coated his fingers, then his throbbing cock, until both gleamed. He positioned the broad, purple head against her tight rosebud, applying steady, unyielding pressure.
Tasha’s body stiffened.A sharp, strained gasp escaped her. The resistance was formidable, a ring of intense, clenching muscle.
“Relax, you tight fucking slut,” Aidan growled, the words feeling filthy and right.“You want this.You asked for this. Now take it.”
He pushed, a relentless, incremental invasion. Her hole distended, stretching obscenely around the tip of his glans.Tasha whimpered, her knuckles white on the rug. “It’s… oh god, it’s so big…”
“You can take it,” he said, his voice dropping back to a coaxing murmur even as he pushed another devastating inch into the impossible heat of her.“You’re doing so well, my clever, filthy girl. Your arse is swallowing me.”
He was in. The head past that iron ring, lodged in a searing, velvet vice.He paused, letting her pant, letting her adjust to the sheer, splitting fullness. Then he began to fuck her in short, brutal strokes, each one sinking him deeper into a channel so tight it stole his breath.
“Fuck, Tasha,” he grunted, his calm shattering. “Your arse is… fuck… it’s perfect.”
He found a rhythm, pounding into her now with deep, grinding thrusts. The wet, slapping sounds of their coupling filled the minimalist room. Tasha’s cries escalated, losing their coherence, becoming raw, open-mouthed shouts of “Yes!” and “More!” and “Please!” Her clinical control was gone, obliterated by the physical reality of his size.
Aidan looked down at the mesmerizing sight: his thick, veined shaft pistoning in and out of her tiny, straining hole, slick with lube and her own effort.He reached around and found her clit, hard and swollen. He rubbed it roughly, in time with his thrusts.“You’re gonna come,” he snarled. “Come all over your hand while I wreck your arse, you dirty bitch.”
With a shattered scream, Tasha did, her body convulsing, her internal muscles clamping down on his cock with a rhythmic, milking agony that tipped him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her, and let go. A torrent of hot come erupted from him, flooding her deepest channel, claiming a space no one else ever had.
He collapsed over her, both of them sweating and shaking on the fur rug.
For a long minute, there was only the sound of ragged breathing.Then Megan’s voice, cool and satisfied from the doorway. “That’s going to break the internet.”
Aidan rolled onto his back, staring up at the plain ceiling. The fantasy, once a secret shame, was now a reality etched into his nerves, a pounding triumph in his blood.He felt powerful.Complete.
Tasha slowly got to her hands and knees, then sat back, wincing.She looked dazed, ruined, fulfilled. “Thank you,” she said, with startling sincerity.
Aidan just nodded, the enormity of it settling on him.This wasn't just another girl.This was the key. And now that it was turned, he wondered, with a cold thrill, what other doors might swing open. He looked at Megan, who was reviewing the video, a slow smile spreading on her face.She met his eyes. “The forum is asking,” she said quietly, “what the professor wants next.”
Aidan looked at his own cock, still wet and glistening. For the first time, the answer didn't feel like a service. It felt like a demand.