I’m proud to say that my husband, Brian, never ceases to surprise me; it’s fantastic that even after more than fifteen years together, he can still pull a rabbit out of his hat now and then. This true story is his latest “rabbit”.
A few weeks after my first story, “The Gift”, was posted to Literotica to mostly positive comments (for which I thank you, readers), unbeknownst to me, Brian decided to take a crack at it himself. One day when I came home from work he surprised me with this story he had written about events in his own life, more than twenty years ago. What surprised me even more was that it was actually good: by the time I reached the end, I was wet and practically attacked him sexually. The next day I read it again and had pretty much the same reaction.
Brian is a very smart man. Sometimes we make the mistake of looking at big strong guys like Brian and equating “big” with “dumb”, and yeah okay, sometimes it’s for good reason. It also probably doesn’t help that for a number of years Brian made his living running into places everyone else was running out of. In addition, he’s also very loving and kind, and a fantastic husband – which is the reason, in case you’re wondering, he knew he could write a story about his own sexual history and give it to me without worrying if I’d beat his brains in with a rock while he slept!
One thing Brian is not, however, is a writer, a fact he’d be the first to admit. At his request, I rewrote his story, clarifying this paragraph or that, embroidering or tightening up his prose where needed, and just tweaking it here and there. It’s a collaboration of both of us, then, though the gist of the story is entirely his; I merely edited it. (Also, I should point out that the clever and occasionally laugh out loud humor he sprinkled in here and there is entirely his own. What’s remarkable, I believe, is how he’s able to make the reader unexpectedly laugh now and then, all without taking one whit away from the eroticism of the story.)
Now for the disclaimer and we’ll get started…
Disclaimer: This is a true story of events that took place in 1988, and is as true and accurate as memory allows. Where necessary, license has been taken to fill in gaps, while still taking pains to preserve the original theme. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. My name’s Maryann. I carry a stethoscope.
Oops, sorry. Ahem. Must be picking up old “Dragnet” reruns…
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“I’m…almost…there,” the young blonde gasped between panting breaths, as she rode me furiously.
I grunted in acknowledgment, but kept my eyes squeezed tightly shut. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to look at her. Far from it: her naturally blonde hair, green eyes, and big tits were a sight to behold. No, it was that I was afraid to look at her; one look at those firm yet bouncy tits and her nineteen-year-old body impaled on my cock, and I would lose it for sure. As it was, it was taking every ounce of self-control I could muster not to cum.
The eighty-plus year-old chair under me groaned and squeaked terribly with each thrust, threatening to collapse and dump our naked asses in the floor at any second. It was more than eighty years old, but it was hardly an antique; “antique” implies an image of furniture that has been delicately cared for or lovingly and painstakingly restored, and this chair wasn’t it. It was simply old. But for a twenty-two year-old part-time college student/full-time firefighter who worried from one month to the next how he was going to pay the rent, it was the best I could do.
That chair, for all of its danger of imminent failure, was my girlfriend’s favorite place in my little studio apartment to have sex. I would sit in the chair with my feet flat on the floor and Sandy would straddle me, facing me, with her feet on the floor as well. Then she would fuck me with a thrusting motion of her hips that ground her clit against my pubic bone. As long as I didn’t blow my load too soon (or the chair catastrophically fall to pieces), it was a nearly-guaranteed orgasm for her.
She squealed suddenly, wrapped her arms tight around me, and pulled me tightly to her, squeezing me so tight that for a few seconds I couldn’t even breathe. As I felt her tight pussy flutter around my cock, I mentally gave myself permission to cum, and instantly my condom filled with hot cum as I exploded inside her.
She relaxed slowly, releasing the death grip she had around my chest. I had rescued people from near-certain death who didn’t hold onto me as tight as Sandy usually did when she came. And if she were on her back, it was even worse: then her feet and legs got into the act, burying her heels in my backside like she was trying to merge our bodies together.
“Mm, that was nice,” she purred, with a small, contented smile. “Did you cum?” If not for the fact that we came at the same time, she wouldn’t have had to ask. Her pussy was tight enough to tell her when I came. As it was, with her own orgasm flooding her brain, that particular message got lost in the shuffle.
“Yes, I did. Thanks for asking.” That was something I always appreciated about Sandy: if I said no, she would have either stayed on me for as long as it took or gotten off and sucked me the rest of the way. My wife, Maryann, is the same way, but I felt it displayed remarkable maturity for a young woman not yet out of her teens.
I put my hands under her ass, lifted her off me, and carried her over and laid her on the sofa. She giggled; it was always a big turn-on for her when I swept her into my arms and carried her effortlessly. It made her feel light, she said. Sandy had an extra ten pounds or so that she could bear to lose, but she was hardly fat. Like a lot of young women, though, she thought she was too heavy and saw every tiny imperfection in her body whenever she looked in the mirror. After depositing her on the couch, I got a paper towel, disposed of my condom, then cleaned myself up with a washcloth. Once I was done, I came back in the main room (since it was a studio, the whole idea of a living room or bedroom is somewhat vague) and cuddled with her, both of us naked.
Neither of us said a word for probably five or ten minutes, though Sandy did hum some tune that either she came up with or one I simply didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter, though; what mattered was that she was humming. It was a habit of hers that I doubt she was even aware of: she always hummed after an especially good orgasm. I felt proud of myself.
“I was just lying here thinking,” she said in a dreamy, somewhat disconnected voice. “I wonder what it feels like to do it in the butt.”
“I imagine it hurts. I expect it hurts a lot, even,” I laughed.
A lot of guys would have responded very enthusiastically at the mere hint of anal from their girlfriend or fuck buddy, but I didn’t. I knew it happened, I had seen it in magazines and porn flicks, and I knew that while it was far from common, it wasn’t all that uncommon, either. I knew that some guys really got off on fucking a woman in the ass, but then again, some guys got off on being pissed on or having their balls subjected to things resembling medieval torture devices. And those things definitely weren’t for me: unless I’m on fire, do not piss on me, and if you bring some of those extreme S&M gadgets even into the same zip code as my balls, I’d better be dead first, or you might be. Similarly, as far as I was concerned, the asshole was exit only and I had no particular interest in putting my cock in a hole that might already be occupied, if you know what I mean!
“Maybe,” she said vaguely, shrugging.
“If you want to know what it feels like, ask your friend Tina,” I pointed out.
“Tina doesn’t count. We both know Keith’s an asshole, no pun intended.” Keith was Tina’s boyfriend. Sandy spit out his name like it was poison.
She was right: Keith was an asshole. I had once counted him as a friend, but not for some time. Though he had never done anything to me personally to end our friendship, Keith ran hot and cold: one day he could be the best guy in the world, gregarious, friendly, and give you the shirt off his back. The next, he might steal your wallet or television and ignore you like you didn’t even exist. After one too many rides on the “Keith roller coaster”, I couldn’t be friends with him any longer. I like roller coasters, but only the physical kind, at an amusement park; emotional ones I want no part of.
A couple of weeks ago on a boring Saturday afternoon, Keith and Tina had tried anal for the first – and according to Tina, last – time. She had been willing to experiment, letting Keith very carefully insert a well-lubed pinkie finger in her backdoor, just to see what it was like, but that was as far as she was willing to go, at least initially. If it went well, she might eventually go all the way at some point in the future, but not that day.
As it turned out, Keith had other plans, and after a minute or so, had followed one finger with a second one. And while Tina didn’t much care for the second finger, she didn’t really protest, either. A few minutes later, when his cock replaced his fingers, she had complained, but at that point it was too late: he was already inside her tight ass.
Though it hadn’t been rape in the traditional sense, and he did at least go slow and use plenty of lube, she had not exactly been a happy camper as her ass opened to this unwelcome and uninvited visitor. What’s more, he was fairly plastered at the time, so he didn’t cum right away, and his cock was in her backside for a while. I wondered why she didn’t pull off of him and then kick his scrawny ass to the curb (maybe with her foot up it), but when I asked Sandy that question, she ignored it.
Sandy rolled over on the sofa so she could look me directly in the eye. “You remember when I told you about it and you asked me why she didn’t stop him after he entered her?
“Tina would kill me if she knew I told you this, so you have to keep it a secret, okay? But the reason she didn’t stop him was because after it stopped hurting, she liked it. She liked it so much, in fact, that she came with his cock up her ass. She sort of stifled it and kept quiet, cause she was mad at Keith for taking her like that, after she had said no. But she came, and even though it was a huge surprise, she said it was unlike any orgasm she had ever had. She couldn’t describe how it was different, just that it was.
“I asked her if anal was something she would ever do again, and her answer was, ‘Most definitely. Just not with Keith.’ She said she never wanted to see him again, let alone do anal with him.”
“They’ll be back together in a week,” I sighed, shaking my head. I was wrong about that: it was actually nine days, not seven, before they reunited. Counting the couple of weeks that had already passed, that made it around twenty-three days, which I’m pretty sure was a record for them. And while I don’t know this for certain, I don’t doubt they went right back to him fucking her in the ass.
“So, why all this interest in anal all of a sudden?” I asked. “Are you just talking or are you thinking about doing it?” I wasn’t exactly subtle. When one of your favorite parts of the job is knocking big holes in things with heavy tools, it sort of affects your outlook on life and does away with subtlety.
She hemmed and hawed a bit, making imaginary doodles on my chest with her finger, staring at my chest instead of looking at my face. “Kind of,” she admitted, blushing. “If you wanted to. You’d have to use lots of lube and go really, really slow and be patient with me…”
“I’m not Keith,” I interrupted, a little annoyed at what seemed suspiciously like a comparison of the two of us.
“Oh, I know!” she said quickly, kissing me lightly all over my bare chest. “You’re not like Keith at all: you’re a very good and patient lover.” She paused and continued to kiss me.
“Let me put it this way: I’m never going to ask you to put your dick in my butt,” she cooed. “But if you said, ‘Sandy, I want to fuck your ass,’ I wouldn’t say no.” Having finally gotten the words out, she looked me in the face and smiled.
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, though my cock seemed more certain than the rest of me. It began to get hard. When Sandy felt it poke her in the belly, she wrapped her hand around it very loosely and slowly stroked it, the look on her face not changing at all.
“Sandy,” I said quietly, “I’ll hurt you, no matter how much lube we use. You know I will.”
I was Sandy’s second lover. Her first had taken her virginity barely a year before, just about a week after high school graduation. That guy, however, must have been hung like a mouse. My cock, at six inches isn’t especially long, but it is unusually thick. Think of R2-D2: not very tall, but solidly built and robust. When Sandy and I started having sex, it was almost like I took her virginity all over again. Our first two or three times doing it were fairly negative experiences for her: even though we used plenty of lube and I patiently took the time to make sure she was good and ready, it hurt quite a bit. After the first time, I was sure that was the end of any relationship we might have had. Obviously, though, it wasn’t.
“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” she asked softly.
“I remember you didn’t have a real good time,” I said. That was putting it mildly: when I finished, she actually had tears in her eyes from how much it had hurt.
“No, you’re wrong,” she said. “I had the best time of my life. You’re right, it hurt, and as I was laying there taking it, all I could think was, ‘I hope this is over soon’. And yeah, if that had been all, we probably wouldn’t have dated again, or if we had, it’s for sure we wouldn’t have had sex again.
“But do you remember what happened after you were done? You got rid of your condom, then came back and went down on me. Didn’t say a word, just crawled between my legs and went to town. That was the first time anyone had ever eaten my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. By the time I made you stop, you’d been at it for nearly an hour and I had cum four or five times.
“More than that, though, I was impressed that you cared enough to make sure I was satisfied. You had cum already; I figured when you came back from the bathroom you were going to roll over and go to sleep, just like Tim used to. But you didn’t, and I decided right then and there that if you were that patient and considerate a lover, then I didn’t care how thick you were. Either I’d get used to it – which I did – or part of foreplay would include me taking a couple of Advil or Tylenol,” she giggled.
“My point is, yeah, if you do me in the ass it’s going to hurt, and it’s going to hurt more than it would with somebody smaller. But the fact is, what happened with Tina’s got me curious, and that means at some point in my life, I’m going to get fucked in the ass. It could be twenty or thirty years from now, but it’s going to happen. And I want to do it with someone I know cares enough not to just go ‘drilling for oil in my lower colon’, which is how Tina described it. I don’t want to risk my first time being with someone like Keith, because even if he’s smaller than you, it’s going to hurt more if he just up and drills me,” she concluded.
“So, it looks like Mr. Happy here is ready for another round,” she smiled. “Only question is, would he like my hot little mouth, my soft and tight pink little pussy, or would he like to, ah, explore some ‘virgin territory’?”
All my former hesitancy about anal disappeared in an instant. A pretty girl was asking me to not only take her ass, but to be the very first? If I said no to an offer like that, I was pretty sure that was more than enough cause to have my “man card” revoked. Not to mention the fact that later in life, looking back on this moment, I’d never forgive myself.
“I was thinking I might like to stick this hard cock up your pretty little ass,” I smiled.
“My pleasure,” she said, smiling ear to ear.
To keep from having to run around collecting what I needed later in the midst of intimacy, I asked her to retrieve a towel, the bottle of lube, and some condoms from the bathroom. The sofa was also a bed, so while she hurried off to get what we needed, I removed the sofa cushions and pulled out the bed frame.
We climbed into the bed and started kissing, lightly at first and all over each other’s faces and necks, then progressing to deep kissing as our tongues teased in and out of each other’s mouths.
She asked me to sit on the edge of the low bed with my legs over the side, which I did. She straddled my thigh as we made out. I could feel the heat and slippery wetness of her pussy as she pressed her vagina against the bare flesh of my thigh. Soon nearly the entire top of my thigh was coated in her slippery juices, and her nineteen-year-old pussy went skating, sliding forward and back as her hard clit was pressed between the weight of her upper body and my leg.
As she ground on me, I moved down over her neck and to her breasts. They were large for her age, already 38-D, firm, and with extremely suckable nipples that seemed to get hard at the slightest touch. I placed my mouth over the right one, and she arched her back severely, thrusting her tits forward, as she pressed my face into her chest.
“There you go,” she cooed softly as she continued to grind away. “Suck Mommy’s nipples.” Apart from that one thing, she didn’t have any particular Mommy fetish that I ever noticed, but she loved to have her sensitive nipples sucked. And when they were sucked, she liked to pretend she was breast-feeding a baby. It was a little odd, sure, but if that turned her on, I was more than happy to do it. Maryann and I both came to a conclusion long ago, long before we met: if there’s something that turns you on during sex, as long as it’s not illegal or disgusting (don’t ask me to take a crap on you, for instance), go for it; it won’t bother me a bit. And if I can help, just ask.
I suckled her tight little pink nipple, making nursing sounds with my mouth, as she tenderly stroked the back of my head. I knew that each suck was sending little jolts of electricity through her, straight to her pussy. It wasn’t long before it got a reaction out of her.
“God, I need you inside me,” she hissed through clenched teeth, and before I could say a word she raised up, moved her hips over, and lowered herself onto my cock.
“Ohh!” she cried as I sank into her to the hilt. “I feel so full.” Having me inside her no longer hurt, and her reward for having borne up under the pain of those first few times was a pussy that had adapted itself perfectly to the size and shape of my cock. When I was in her, she fit me like a glove. It was an intense sensation for her, feeling stuffed full of my cock. I had room, lengthwise, to fuck her as much as I wished, but in width, it was a snug but not uncomfortable fit that she compared to “a favorite pair of shoes” or “the feeling at the end of a large and sumptuous dinner when you have eaten just enough to feel pleasantly full yet not uncomfortable”.
She stroked me in and out of her slowly, raising herself forward and up until the head of my cock was just barely inside, pausing for a second, then sliding back down with excruciating slowness, only to repeat the process, as we each savored each other’s bodies. We had to be careful: condoms were the only form of birth control we used, and I wasn’t currently wearing one. Pregnancy was a huge fear for us both: though the sex was fantastic and we enjoyed each other’s company, we were both realistic about our relationship. We weren’t getting married, we weren’t “always going to be together”, or any of that. We were both simply a pleasant and pleasurable distraction for one another, a stopover along the road to whatever life had in store for us as individuals. The last thing we needed was an unwanted pregnancy to upset the apple cart.
I slid my mouth off of her nipple. “I want to stay in you,” I breathed. “Get off for a second so I can put on a condom.”
“Okay.”
She raised up until my cock slipped free, slick with pussy juice from deep inside her body. She grabbed a condom, tore it open, and rolled it onto me. As soon as it was it was in place, she impaled herself once again on my shaft. With the threat of an accident removed, we were now able to really get into it.
I reached for the bottle of lube and set it beside me, then reached and grabbed her ass cheeks. I pulled them apart, hard, causing her to gasp slightly. I told her to put her hands there and keep her ass open. Then I squeezed some of the lube into my hand, coated the index and middle fingers of my right hand, and wiped the excess on the towel.
“You ready to feel my finger in your ass?” I asked her.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Slip your finger in my ass. Please. Get my ass all ready for your dick.”
I probed with my finger until I found the pink dimple of her asshole, then rubbed up and down, coating it thoroughly. That done, I put my finger against her pink hole and applied firm, steady pressure. She whimpered with both fear and frustration as the tight muscles of her sphincter refused to yield. She wanted me to do this; unlike Tina, she was a completely willing and cooperative partner, but still her body resisted out of a completely understandable fear.
“Just relax,” I said soothingly. “If you need me to stop, all you have to do is say so.” That was another advantage of me taking her anal virginity: like I said, it didn’t matter all that much to me, one way or the other. If she asked me to stop, I would, unlike someone lusting wolfishly for her backdoor who might not.
“Okay,” she said, closing her eyes and trying to force herself to relax.
I took her nipple back in my mouth and circled it a couple of times with the tip of my tongue. Then, unexpectedly, I bit down. Not too hard, but definitely enough for her to feel it.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, and as she did, her ass suddenly yielded to the pressure of my finger and it popped inside, all the way to the second knuckle. “Mmpf!”
Oh, man, was the inside of her ass ever tight! Her ass muscles had a firm lock on my finger, and the outer sphincter muscle that had been tricked into letting my finger inside now had a tight grip on it. The image in my mind was of a bouncer grabbing hold of someone trying to sneak in and saying, “Hold it right there, Mister.”
“You okay?” I asked.
“Mm hmm,” she said tightly, her eyes still squinched close. “I’m okay. It’s just…different. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a little uncomfortable.”
I probed around inside her ass, not pulling my finger out or pressing it in deeper, just turning it and exploring this new alien environment it found itself in.
“I feel your finger moving around in there,” she giggled.
“Sorry,” I grimaced, and held my finger still.
“No, don’t stop. I kinda like it, actually.”
I explored a bit more, and pressed on the thin layer of tissue separating her ass and vagina. My finger could feel the shaft of my cock on the other side, and my cock could feel my finger pressing against it. That gave me an idea on how to make more room. I slid my finger back out.
“No!” she whined, surprising me a little. “Put it back? Please?”
“I will,” I assured her. “I just want to do something first.”
I lifted her off my cock, stood, and lay her out on the bed with her feet hanging off the side. Then I took her by the ankles and separated her legs as far apart as was comfortable for her. Finally, I got the lube and re-lubed my fingers.
I stretched out on my belly, between her legs, with my face inches from her pussy. One nice thing about Sandy (and Maryann, too) is that she was always eager to experiment sexually: one day I made the offhand comment that I had never yet had the opportunity to eat a shaved pussy. The next day was a 24-hour duty shift for me and she called me at the station around 8:00 at night just to chat. When I casually asked her what she was doing, her answer was, “Grooming”, and she declined to elaborate. The next morning, she welcomed me back to my apartment (we didn’t live together) with a hot breakfast and the gift of a perfectly shaved pussy. What I did with that gift drove her so insane that ever since, shaving her pussy had become as much a part of her morning routine as shaving her legs.
I licked slowly around her lips and probed her vagina with my tongue until her hips were in almost constant motion on the bed. Then, finally, I licked and sucked her hard clit into my mouth, and at the same time, pressed against her asshole with my index finger. This time, I was granted entrance immediately.
“Ahh,” she sighed happily as her fingers played with her nipples.
I slipped my finger deeper in her ass, creeping along at a glacial pace, watching for any sign of pain or distress as I licked and sucked her clit, but I met no resistance as I slid my whole finger into her.
“Doing okay?” I asked.
“Doing wonderful,” she said dreamily. “How deep are you?”
“My whole index finger’s in you,” I answered. “Think you’re ready for a second finger?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred. “Please.”
I slipped my index finger out all the way, then put my two lubed fingers together and pressed. This time I met some resistance, but only for a couple of seconds. Unlike earlier with her on top and her pussy stuffed full of my cock, I got the sense that her ass was much more welcoming of my fingers. She jumped a little as if startled when my fingers entered her this time.
“Oh!” she cried out sharply. “That hurt a bit.” It must not have hurt much, though, because she giggled. When she did, I could feel the vibrations of her entire body transmitted through the walls of her ass.
“Sorry. Let me know when you’re ready.”
It took a few seconds, but soon she was ready, and I advanced my fingers slowly and steadily. There was no resistance or painful reaction from her, and in just a few seconds, my index and middle finger were all the way inside.
“That’s it,” I said proudly. “Two fingers, all the way in. How does it feel?”
She thought for a moment. “You’re not going to believe this, but it feels fantastic. I can feel your fingers stimulating my pussy and my clit, but it’s indirect. I can’t really explain it. All I know is I like it.”
I played with her ass for a minute or two, as I licked and teased her pussy and clit. She seemed to be having a good time. After a bit, she looked at me and her eyes locked to mine in a very deep moment.
“I think I’m ready to feel a cock in there now,” she said, smiling.
I withdrew my fingers and stood, and she sat up. I decided to swap out my condom and since the condoms were closer to her, she got one out. She sat with her legs crossed under her, and kissed the tip of my cock, licking away a drop of pre-cum. Then she opened the wrapper and rolled the condom into place. I took the lube and thoroughly covered it. She held out her hand for some lube, which I gave her, then she reached back and coated her ass with it. We both wiped any excess on the towel.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked. “You can get on all fours, with your head down, sort of doggy style, or you can lie on your back with a pillow under your hips and your legs on my shoulders, or you can do it like an enema: lie on your side and draw your knees up.”
She decided the third option sounded best. She stretched out on her right side, drew her knees up close to her chin, and wrapped her arm around the back of her thighs to help hold her legs in place. She looked nervous, and I imagine I looked at least a little nervous myself. Her hips rounded, and her little pink asshole stared at the cock that would soon penetrate it.
“You ready?” I asked.
She breathed deeply a couple of times and then nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
I put my cock at her asshole, nestling the tip in the divot, and wrapped my fingers around the base to hold it there. Then I began to gently but firmly press forward.
“Gently…gently…aaaaah!!!”
After a few seconds of pressure, her ass yielded to my cock, and the entire head popped inside. Her wail could have woken the dead and it startled me enough that I almost jerked back and out. I wasn’t worried about waking the dead. What I was worried about was scaring the neighbors into calling 911 and reporting that a woman was being murdered. I could just see myself wrapped in only a bathrobe, standing at the door, explaining that one:
“Murder? Oh, no, nothing like that. I was simply fucking my girlfriend in the ass for the first time and it must have hurt more than she thought it would, that’s all.” I don’t know which would have been worse: telling them that, or them asking her to confirm my story:
“Yes, it’s true, officers. Having a cock in your ass hurts like hell.”
Worse still, in the year and a half I had been a firefighter, I had gotten to know several of the city cops, and a few I counted as friends. Whether it was my friends who happened to come to the door or not didn’t matter: either way, it would only be a matter of hours – or days, if I was lucky – before nearly all the officers in the whole damn city would know. I think the only thing a cop loves more than donuts is a good story. I would never live it down.
“You okay?” I asked, not moving my cock a millimeter either way.
“HELL NO, I’M NOT OKAY!” she roared, panting. “I HAVE A DICK THE SIZE OF A FUCKING SUMMER SAUSAGE UP MY ASS! WHY DO YOU THINK I’M OKAY?” Then she giggled. “But if you pull it out of my ass, I will break my foot off in yours, okay?”
Okay, thanks for clearing that up for the neighbors so loudly, I thought: “Never mind, 911. False alarm. It was just a woman with a really big dick in her ass. You have a nice day, too, Dispatch.”
“Okay,” I said, realizing how close I had just come to a very hard to explain trip to the ER: “So, how exactly did you end up with a woman’s foot broken off halfway up your large intestine? And don’t say you fell on it.”
She laughed, surprising me. What a bizarre sight we must have been: a pretty and petite blonde, lying naked on a sofa bed with her knees pulled up to her chin, her anal sphincter stretched like a pink rubber band around the head of a thick cock (for the record, “summer sausage” is an exaggeration), which in turn was attached to a big burly and similarly naked firefighter. “You see, it’s like this…Nah, forget it. There’s no way in hell to explain this one.”
She lay there and concentrated on relaxing. “I’m okay,” she said in a much calmer tone. “It’s just that I wasn’t quite expecting it to hurt that much. But you’re in there, and I want to keep going, as long as you want to. Just give me a little time to get used to it.”
After a minute or two, she asked for more, and I pushed into her a little further. Twice more she asked me to stop and wait for a few seconds, but before long, all six inches were inside. When she felt my balls touch her butt cheeks, she smiled proudly. “We did it,” she said in a mock cheer. “Yay!”
I could feel her ass muscles rippling along my shaft and told her how good her ass felt. “Guess I’d better enjoy it while it lasts, since Mr. Happy’s never going to get invited back.”
“That’s not true,” she pouted, playfully thrusting out her lower lip. Then her voice changed, becoming much more sensual. “Actually, now that you’re inside me, it feels pretty damn good, to tell you the truth. It still hurts a bit, but I kind of like it. I don’t think I’m going to cum, at least not this time, but you’re more than welcome to do what you need to do. I know you’ll take care of me later; you’re good for it.”
She gave me a look that was pure lust and licked her lips hungrily. “So how about it, big boy?” she breathed. “You want to fuck me?”
I began thrusting in and out of her slowly, carefully, and not moving back and forth more than an inch or two at a time, but as she relaxed more and more she drove me on with cries of “Faster!” and “Deeper!” and before long I was fucking her ass almost like it was her pussy. I watched her face carefully, not wanting to hurt her, and watched for any sign of pain or distress that would tell me to slow down or stop. But she kept her eyes locked to mine the entire time, and her lustful smile never wavered a bit.
It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tingle in my loins that told me my orgasm was near. She detected the change even before I told her.
“Oh, yeah, cum in me, baby,” she hissed. “Cum in my tight little ass. I want to feel your cock jerk inside me. Give it to me.” She kept up a constant barrage of dirty talk, encouraging me as my orgasm got closer.
“You know what I want you to do next time you fuck my ass?” she said.
“What’s that?” I panted.
“I want you to do it without a condom. I want to feel all that hot, gooey cum shoot up in me, all up in my colon. I want you to give me an anal cream pie. You want to do that, baby? You want to mark my ass as yours with your cum, to say ‘this ass belongs to me’. I want you to do that. I want you to claim my ass. Will you do that for me?”
That did it. I slammed my cock deep inside her one last time and felt my cock spasm inside as my cum shot into her body. The fact that it didn’t make it past the end of the condom was immaterial. As far as I was concerned, I was filling her backside full of my hot cum.
As soon as I thrust into her and froze that last time, she opened her legs slightly and diddled her clit furiously. She was so incredibly wet that it sounded like a child splashing in a mud puddle. Before my own orgasm was finished, hers began.
“Oh, God!” she cried. “OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGoddddddd! Unnh!” Every muscle in her body seemed to constrict at the same instant, including the muscles inside her ass, and as hard as I fought to remain inside that beautiful ass, I was forced out.
After a few seconds her muscles released their tight, frozen state, but the assault on her body wasn’t over. Ironically, the first time she got pounded in the ass was also the first time she discovered she was multi-orgasmic.
“I’m still cumming!” she cried, sounding panicked, nearly terrified as her second orgasm began before the first was completely finished. There was a horrible, almost inhuman screech as her lungs fought to suck in air, struggling against muscles that were trying to force the air out of her. Without bothering to dispose of the used condom, I climbed onto the bed and held her tightly in my arms.
Then a third: “Oh, God, why am I still cumming?” she cried.
Mercifully, the third was weak and brief, and was the last of them. When it was over, she was collapsed and exhausted on the bed like a pile of boneless flesh that lacked structure of any kind. As she lay there immobile, occasionally she would jerk as an aftershock hit her. I simply lay there and held her, waiting for her to recover.
It took five minutes or more for her to be able to move or even respond, and then five minutes before she was able to say anything more coherent than gibberish. When she finally came to her senses, I tilted her head up to look at me and smiled.
“So…was it good for you, too?”
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So, what do you think of Brian’s first foray into the world of erotic fiction? He hasn’t asked, but I’m just curious what you thought. Before you criticize him too harshly, I should probably point out that once upon a time he made his living climbing ladders with one arm while carrying full grown adults in the other, and he used to routinely bench nearly five hundred pounds. Y’know, just saying…
No, I’m only kidding. Brian IS a very large and very strong man; that much is true. But he is also a gentle giant who would not hurt a fly. Literally. How do I know? Because as I write this, for the third day in a row a little black, hairy spawn of Satan is having a grand time buzzing around me, and Brian has not interceded on my behalf. I, however, am not nearly so merciful toward insects, and my patience is at an end.
Come here, you little bastard…