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“Fuck you! I never want to see you again!” I almost shouted at James, my boyfriend, without regard for who else could hear. And then I gathered up my books and stormed out of the diner.
Later, back in my dorm room, I tried to explain to Beverly, my roommate what he’d done to piss me off so much. “Without warning, he just tried to jam it in me. The pain was too intense to describe. When I could, I grabbed my clothes and ran out. Hell, I didn’t even get my pants on until I was almost to my car. And then, he had the audacity to tell me at lunch ‘you’ll get used to it.’ Can you believe that?”
“He used lube, right?”
“Yes, of course, but it didn’t help. It hurt like hell. I almost passed out from the pain.”
“What an idiot!” My roommate exclaimed. “Victor knows just how to do it.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t with your boyfriend. I was with the total asshole I thought loved me. That’s the last time I’m going to fall for that. I guarantee you, from now on, my ass is exit only.”
* * *
Three years later, I was in the shower with my fiancée. Adam asked me “What fantasies do you have that you’ve never experienced?”
I chuckled, “You mean besides King Kong fucking me while hanging off the side of the Empire State Building?”
“Uh, yeah, other than that.” He said with a chuckle.
“We’re talking pure fantasy, right?” I asked him.
“Well, there is one . . . I’m naked, tied spread eagle to the bed. There is a football team lined up out of the room and down the hall.” I giggled, “They are still wearing their shoulder pads and cleats.”
“Nice” he said, hugging me.
“Okay, your turn.”
“Only two.” He told me while looking down into my eyes. “A threesome—you and her doing everything to each other, double header blowjob and all. And secondly, doing anal with you.”
I pulled back, “Oh, is that what this is all about? You want to fuck my ass?”
“No, no, you asked. That’s all.”
“You wanted me to ask. That’s why you ask me first. I wasn’t born yesterday, so cut the bullshit.”
He held up his hands in surrender, “Whoa! Where did all that come from? We were just talking.”
I was too pissed to let him off the hook. “I’m going to bed. You can leave now.”
* * *
I just couldn’t understand it. What is it with men and anal sex? Wasn’t it enough that I give them all the sex they want—that I’d learned to deep throat them—that I swallow eagerly—that I don’t demand an hour of foreplay? Isn’t it enough that I don’t have to fake my multiple orgasms because they can feel my slick secretions on their cock enough to cause them to clean us both up with a towel before continuing? Hell, if I love them enough, I would do another woman for them if they asked. I’d never done it, but for the right man, I would. Even Adam . . . if he’d just left it at that one fantasy, I probably would do that for him—but no, he had to keep going—straight to wanting to fuck my ass.
What the fuck? I’m not ugly or homely. I have a nice firm body with D cup breasts. I dress sexy when they want me to. I talk dirty during sex when I know it turns them on. What else do they expect? Anal sex—that’s what! Why is that so important to them? Do they just crave what they can’t have? Am I not allowed to say no to anything?
* * *
“It may not be all of them—just the ones I end up with.” I said to Brenda, a coworker I’d grown particularly close to over the last year. We were having drinks after work and talking about men—our favorite topic.
“Have you ever tried it?” She asked me.
After I told her about the one time I did in college, she shrugged, “Well, he was a dick. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Personally, I really enjoy it—not on a regular basis, but a couple of times a month or so for some variety.”
“Yeah, well, good for you. My roommate in college liked it too, but there is no way I’m going to try it again.”
She looked me hard in the eyes, “Maybe you should give it a second chance.”
“What? No way! Been there, done that.”
“Okay, your loss.”
* * *
The girl behind the counter was pretty. She was probably in her late twenties. She had long black hair, a very pretty face, and a shapely body. “Are you looking for something in particular?” She asked me as she came over to me in the middle of the store.
She obviously knew the store and therefore knew what section I was browsing in. “I’m not really sure what I’m looking for.” I confided.
She smiled and put her hand on my arm, “Are you experienced in anal, or just looking to explore?”
I’m not sure why I felt so comfortable talking to her, but I did, “I had a bad experience in college, but it seems like men . . . you know.”
She laughed, “Yes, I know. It’s mostly the taboo of it, sweetie. They all want to take a walk on the wild side. But it’s not without its advantages, especially during certain times of the month.” And then she pulled a slender four inch vibe from the rack. C’mon, we’ll get you some lube up front and you can experiment when bahis firmaları you’re alone. Do you have a more realistic sized toy if you do okay with this one?”
“Uh . . . no, not really . . . just a small silver vibe.”
“If you like it, come back and we’ll find you something more realistic to try.”
* * *
Okay, whew! I had my purchase. I had just finished a quick enema. I had a towel spread over my sofa, my new lube at the ready, and my new toy cleaned and sanitized. Only one thing left to do. I drained the remainder of my stiff Screwdriver. I was ready . . . I hoped.
Why would I do this? Why would someone so averse to anal sex go to all this trouble to try it? The answer wasn’t that easy, but the bottom line is that I’d met three men in my life who I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. My aversion to anal sex had destroyed my relationship with the first two, and I feared was on the verge of destroying my current relationship.
When I made a mental inventory of myself as a wife or girlfriend, I considered myself to be a great catch for any man. I looked great, worked hard to keep in shape, and I was open to almost anything—no, more than open—I was eager to please my man . . . at least the right man. But then there was that one thing—the thing I held back—the one thing I denied them.
There were other things haunting me from the back of my brain. While earning my degree in Psychology, I’d learned that the word “normal” could be tossed out when it comes to sex. There is no “normal”. There are only things which are accepted by society and those which aren’t. And as an American, I clearly understood that our Puritan Ethic dictates that we are much more prudish than Europeans and others around the world. Let’s face it, we are prudes.
I also knew the genesis of the anal taboo. It was back in the days of Kings and . . . well, think of the days portrayed in movies of Robin Hood. Property owners needed more people to care for their land. They needed to increase the population of those subservient to them. Anal sex was commonly used as the main form of birth control, so it was outlawed. It’s as simple as that.
So, anal sex went the way of vulgar language. “Vulgar” after all, means simply “common”. It was the language of commoners. Using vulgar language meant that you were of a lower social class, so it was looked down upon.
Knowing all of that didn’t help me. The one time I’d agreed to try anal sex didn’t work out well for me. Still, that seemed to be the one thing lacking in my “female résumé”, and it just kept coming up. So, I found myself on my sofa, all cleaned out, plied with alcohol, towel in place, new toy in hand, and determined to add to my résumé.
I was on my knees. I tensed when I felt the tip of the small vibe touch my sensitive puckered hole. I wiggled it a little, and it began to slip inside. After only half an inch or so, it met resistance. “Relax!” I scolded myself and forced myself to breathe. “Okay. That’s better, just relax Tina.”
Half a minute later, the slender toy slipped in another half inch, and then another inch after that. I knew the feeling of needing to poop was false. I’d felt the same way when pushing in the nozzle of the disposable enema. My body was simply trying to expel whatever was in there.
I spent over a minute just wiggling it around—trying to get accustomed to it being in there. It wasn’t a terrible feeling at all. There was a button on the flat end of the toy. When I pressed it, it began vibrating a little—not a lot. After all, it was a small slender toy with only two AAA batteries. It was nothing like my other vibe which had three AA batteries, but still, it didn’t feel bad at all.
I pulled the small toy out a half inch and then pushed it back in, this time going in just a little farther. That wasn’t bad, so I began experimenting, moving it around, rotating it, and moving it in and out some. So far so good.
The toy and my asshole had my total concentration—so much so that I almost didn’t realize that my pussy was getting wet and my clit was tingling with very pleasant sensations.
My body, my nipples, and especially my pussy were turning against me. They weren’t supposed to enjoy this. They were supposed to confirm everything I believed—that women don’t really enjoy anal sex. They only pretend to enjoy it because it turns on their men. I mentally scolded my now tingling pussy for betraying me.
I finally had to stop and pull the toy out of my now accepting ass. I turned it off, got off the sofa and went to the kitchen for another stiff drink. When I returned to the sofa, I sat back and sipped my drink. I was confused. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around what had just happened. “Wow!”
“Okay, there’s only one way to find out.” I said out loud. I got up and went to my bedroom, took out my sliver vibe and returned to the sofa. After lubing it up, I scooted toward the edge of the sofa and put my feet up onto the coffee table.
It wasn’t that much larger than the one I’d just bought, but it still kaçak iddaa took some time and patients to work the tip into my resistant hole. A couple of minutes later though, it was half buried in my ass and vibrating like crazy. My clit was screaming for attention, so I used the fingers of my other hand to answer that call.
A minute after that, my hips were bouncing up off the sofa, begging for more. Without conscience effort, I forced the toy further inside me. When I finally recovered from a powerful orgasm, I realized that the vibe was buried in my ass as far as it would go and still allow me to hang onto it.
* * *
“Oh hi!” The pretty store clerk greeted me with a friendly smile.
“Hi.” We were alone in the store. “I think I’m ready to try something more realistic.”
She raised her eyebrow and then gave me a wink. “I had a feeling you’d be back.” And then she escorted me to a totally different shelf along one wall. “I really love this one.” She said, pulling a soft looking purple vibe from the rack. “It’s long enough to hang on to, feels like the real thing, and the vibe has three settings, from tingle to blow your mind. C’mon, I’ll show you.”
Back at the front counter, she opened the package and put four D-cell batteries into the device. It had a cord from the device to the control. She turned it on low and let me feel it. It was about the same as the highest setting on my silver vibe. Then she clicked the control up a notch.
“Wow!” I exclaimed as it came alive in my hand. I couldn’t believe how powerful it was. Finally, she manipulated the control again and the business end of the phallic looking vibe began to rotate.
“It’s fantastic, regardless of where you put it.”
“I’ll take it!” I said much too eagerly, which garnered a chuckle from her.
* * *
“Oh my god!” No more than two minutes after getting the medium thick ten inch vibe half way into my eagerly anticipating pussy, and feeling the end rotate against my insides, I was drenching it with female cum.
The vibrations were so strong I could feel them all the way up into my tummy. I learned a new trick. The toy was long enough to hold it in place with one hand, and hold the thumb of my other hand on my clit, and my little finger on my asshole. Both of my hands were transformed into vibes—very strong vibes. My clit felt them. My ass felt them
Without giving myself time to calm down, and while still riding the tidal wave of sensations, I quickly lubed up my new toy and began desperately trying to insert it into my tight asshole. After a few seconds, I realized it was hopeless.
I finally jumped up and found the more slender vibe, lubed it up, and hastily worked it into myself. I moved it around, wiggling it, stretching my ass open. When I pulled it out, I inserted first one finger and then a second, further stretching my puckered hole.
I was still feeling the orgasm which had rocked my body minutes ago, and I was desperate for another. I quickly applied more lube to the larger toy and, steeling myself, positioned it against my asshole and pressed firmly. When the realistic head slipped inside me, I gasped, but I pressed on. “Goddamnit, Tina, relax!”
It surprised me a little how hard I had to push to force the head past my inner ring, but when it finally past that barrier, relief washed over me. It was much easier after that. Soon, I had four inches of the toy buried inside me.
I turned the control to low, but quickly moved it up a notch. My body almost melted. Again, I used my other hand to touch the toy and my pussy, sending the powerful vibrations straight to my clit.
Only after having two smaller orgasms did I turn the control to high. Soon, I was thrashing and bucking on the bed. My fingers were frantically abusing my pussy and clit. Seconds later, I was curled up in a fetal position, whimpering, gasping for air, my new toy on the bed behind me, its head still rotating and buzzing.
* * *
I kissed Adam when he came in my door. His eyes questioned me. I could see the wheels turning in his brain. There was practically smoke coming out of his ears. I’d told him on the phone only, “I have a surprise for you.”
Once I’d hung up his jacket and handed him a glass of wine, I hugged him and then put my finger to his lips. “If you utter one word while you’re here tonight, I’ll show you out the door immediately.” I was wearing a see-through Teddy, so he didn’t question me further. I’m not implying that men are easy . . . but men are easy.
Minutes later, Adam was naked in my bed, his pulsing cock waving proudly above his abdomen. As I slid my tongue up his seven inch shaft, my hand wrapped around the base, my fingers enjoyed its heat and strength. When it was buried in my throat, I could feel every beat of his heart. It wasn’t long before I felt his cock swell and the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat.
After gently milking his now tender cock with my lips and tongue, I said, “Now it’s my turn.” He was just about to say something. I pointed my finger kaçak bahis sternly at him and put the fingers of my other hand to my lips, “Don’t you dare say anything.”
Adam’s eyes grew wide when he saw me pull the two toys from the drawer of my bedside table. They widened even more when he saw the small tube of lube. I left the big toy in the drawer, hoping I wouldn’t need it.
When I had my pillows positioned and was lying on my back with my knees spread wide, my ass thrusts up by the pillows, I sensed that my boyfriend was about to speak again. “Shut up and watch!” I scolded him before the first sound came out of his mouth.
Half a minute later, having lubed up the smallest toy, I wiggled it into my now more accepting ass. I immediately turned it on and began stroking my insides, rotating it, stretching myself, getting myself ready for the next larger toy.
I turned my head enough to see Adam. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand. His eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them and he had an ear to ear grin on his face. His cock was already hard and twitching. I was glad. I didn’t want to have to concentrate on him right now. I did however, reach over and flick it with my fingers before moving them to my pussy.
A couple of minutes passed. I didn’t want to stop what I was doing, so I instructed him, “Lube up the silver one.” He seemed elated to be involved in what I was doing.
It wasn’t long before I discarded the small vibe and replaced it with the next larger one. I turned it on even before inserting it into my puckered hole, but soon, my body accepted it totally. My other hand was busy on my pussy and clit.
When I knew I was ready, or at least hoped I was, I practically screamed, “Oh Fuck! Get up now. Lube up your cock. Get ready.”
Finally, I rolled over onto my knees and scooted around so that my ass was hanging off the side of the bed. The silver vibe was still buried deep in my ass. “Take it out and fuck me now . . . fuck my ass. Do it now. Hurry!” The whole time, my fingers were busy on my pussy and clit.
He moved up behind me and pulled the silver vibe from its hiding place. “I’ll go slow.” He told me as he grabbed my hips.
“No! I need you to fuck me now. Fuck my ass now! Hurry!” I said through my gasping.
“Okay. Here it comes.” He said just as I felt the tip of his cock against my now begging hole.
My ass swallowed his cock eagerly until I felt his thighs against my butt. “God! Fuck . . . me!” And I felt my body rock back toward him, begging for more.
This was much different than the toys. True, his cock couldn’t do what the larger toy could do, but it felt different, more natural—awesome. But the best thing was that someone else was doing it. I wasn’t in control. He was. His hands on my hips were yanking me backward, his own hips thrusting, impaling my ass with his hard cock, over and over again.
I heard a female voice say, “Oh Fuck Yes! Harder!”
I’m not sure how long it lasted or how many times I came. I only know when my world came back into focus, my hair was stuck to my face, some in my mouth. My hands were clutching the sheets, my knuckles white and aching, and my thighs quivering violently. The sheets were soaked beneath me. I wasn’t sure if it was his cum or mine.
It was more than five minutes before I could roll over and look at my boyfriend. He wasn’t looking at me. Instead, he was staring up at the ceiling, his chest still heaving. I ignored my sliver vibe still buzzing somewhere on the bed. I didn’t have the energy to look for it, and I knew the batteries would die soon enough. I put my arm over his chest and closed my eyes.
* * *
It was a few minutes before six in the morning when I opened my eyes again. Adam was still fast asleep. I quietly slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet, all I could think about was how wonderful our sex was the night before. Just remembering it made my body tingle.
I scolded myself for denying my previous boyfriends . . . and myself. Why hadn’t I discovered the wonders of anal sex years earlier? My close friends had all tried to tell me. They’d been right all along. I’d been the prude . . . the idiot.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed when Adam finally stirred. I’d just poured him a cup of coffee and had it at the ready. I gave him a soft kiss on the lips, “Good morning, Lover.”
After he propped himself up on an elbow and took a tentative sip of the coffee, I asked him, “Well, what do you think?”
Adam gave me a quizzical look, “It’s still too hot to drink.”
“Not the coffee, dummy, what we did last night. What do you think about that?”
He gave a weak shrug, “It was okay.”
“Okay? It was just okay?” I half shouted. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and ears.
He was just about to take a second sip of his coffee, “It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. I could take it or leave it.”
My jaw dropped. A few hours earlier, we’d had the best sex we’d ever had—the best sex of my life by miles. I’d given him one of his fantasies in grand fashion. I’d bought things, learned how to do it, practiced, all to please him, and what thanks do I get: “It was okay” and “I could take it or leave it.”
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