About three or four weeks after our, ‘relationship,’ had begun, we were lying in bed, totally sated from our exercises when she looked up at me with those lovely brown eyes and asked me quite seriously, ‘Why have you never tried to fuck my arse?’ She quite took me aback with that one.
‘Do you want me to fuck your arse?’ I asked, ‘Is it something you like?’ She shook her head.
‘No not really, I’ve never tried it. I imagine it would be quite painful, but if it’s something you’d like to do, something that would make you happy, then I’d be happy to give it a try.’
‘You know Ava, you’re such a sweetheart, and sometimes you amaze me. No… hold it, I’ll rephrase that. You amaze me all the time, but you occasionally manage to take me by surprise, like with that question. What made you think of that?’ She smiled up at me again.
‘It’s okay, it’s just that there are so many porno films where the girls take it up the bum, that I wondered if it was something that men really love to do. If it was, then I wouldn’t like you to feel that it was something you couldn’t do with me. You know I’ll do anything to please you,’ she concluded. I hugged her really tight.
‘No, my darling, it’s not something that particularly appeals to me. I have tried it with a previous partner a few years ago, and it did nothing for me – it was dirty, smelly, and not much fun.’ She lay there, obviously thinking before replying.
‘It’s not like that in the porno movies,’ she queried, ‘everybody seems to love it, and they never seem to be dirty, or anything. How does that work?’
‘Quite simple my darling,’ I explained. ‘The porn actors give themselves enemys, over and over again until the water runs clear, when that happens they know their anal passage is clean and then they are ready for the anal scenes. When the water runs clear, they know there is nothing left in there to make them or their fellow actors messy, or smelly.’ Again, there was a silence, while shethought about it; a long silence, until eventually she spoke.
‘I’d like to try it,’ she said very quietly at last. ‘If I did what the girls in the films do, made myself clean, would you fuck me up the arse?’ I laughed gently.
‘My darling Ava,’ I replied, ‘if that’s what you want, you know I can deny you virtually nothing, but not now, some other time, and you’ll need lots of lubricant, KY jelly or such like, to ease my cock into your bum hole. It will still be painful probably, but if you’re curious, then by all means let’s do it.’ She nodded enthusiastically, reaching up and kissing me, while at the same time, her long elegant fingers encircled my cock, and I promptly forgot about fucking her up the arse.
A couple of days later I heard the familiar knock on my door, and I knew it was Ava. I went through the familiar, ‘treat her like shit,’ routine, making her beg to get into my apartment, degrade herself by having to ask for sex. There was never any way I was going to refund, but making her beg keep her in her place, unsure if she was going to get what she wanted so much. When I stepped aside to let her enter, she marched past me into the lounge, and turned to face me.
‘I’ve done it,’ she announced. I had to confess I was puzzled; hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. ‘I’ve spent the best part of the last hour in the toilet, and my arse is as clean as a whistle.’ She handed me a paper bag and inside was a huge tube of water-based lubricant. I must have looked surprised. ‘You promised,’ she reminded me. ‘Please, take me to bed and fuck me up the bum,’ and then she smiled that dazzling smile, and despite my reluctance for arse action, I found myself taking her into the bedroom with a brick hard cock pushing out the front of my trousers. She stripped off her flimsy dress and came into my arms, kissing me fiercely. ‘Please don’t hold back now, don’t treat me like a fucking china doll. Force yourself into me if you have to, and fuck me properly. I want you to enjoy it, and I’m clean, you’ll see.’
I started as if we were making love as normal, a few smacks, pinching her nipples really hard, making her horny, rubbing her cunt and fingering her pussy roughly. She broke away from me and got on the bed, assuming the doggy position, her fabulous arse, ready for me. I opened the lubricant, smearing it generally on her bottom, using one finger to push into her bottom, she wriggled a bit, impaling herself on my finger, as I tried to introduce as much lubricant as possible into her anal passage.
‘Mmm… that feels quite pleasant,’ she moaned, as I stroked my index finger in and out of her bottom. I warned her that my cock was a lot thicker than my index finger and she may not find it quite so pleasant. She shook her head saying, ‘for you, I’ll take the pain, put your cock in me, don’t fuck about, do it please.’ So, I smelled my cock thickly with lubricant, squeezed great gobbets of the stuff around her little pumpered hole, and began to push my knob slowly against her arse. It wasn’t easy, but slowly her arse opened to my pushing; opening, opening, as my knob relentlessly stretched her tight little hole. I withdraw and pushed again, withdraw and pushed again, and each time I spread more lubricant in the opening of her bum. Slowly my knob began to disappear, until at last I felt it was past the outer defences, the muscle ring of Her anus. She was gasping and moaning with the effort, and I suspected rather more with pain than pleasure, but then, she liked pain a lot. I smelled even more lubricant on my cock, hoping the thrust would carry more of it inside and make it easier for her. I kept slowly fucking her arse until at last I was all the way in, my balls resting against her arse cheeses. Then I began to move in and out, fucking her in the arse as requested. She moaned again, but I remembered her words, and ignoring any pain she may be suffering, I set to fucking her with a will. I smoked her arseas well as fucking it, reaching under her and savagely squeeze her nipples hard. She’d more or less made me do this, and I was going to take my revenge.
‘Oh yes, fuck me,’ she groaned, ‘but not so hard please.’ I ignored her, thinking of nothing but myself, I told her it wouldn’t seem so painful if she rubbed her cliporis at the same time, and almost immediately I could feel her hand, between Her legs frantically rubbing, rubbing, as I plunged in and out of her virgin arse hole. Her arse was so tight that it wasn’t long before I felt that familiar sensing, and suddenly I was spurting, pulsing, and filling her arse with my hot come. She screamed and seemed to be coming too, and I rode with her until at last she seemed to be finished. Slowly, slowly, so as not to cause any damage, I gently withdraw, my cock reappearing from her bottom. She was right, it was clean, and not the slightest bit smelly. My come leaked and dribbled from her bottom as she continued to knee there. I patted her glorious bum cheats gently.
‘Rest now darling, take it easy,’ I suggested, and she lay down on her side, taking an almost foetal position. I lay behind her, spooning, pulling her close, tenderly hugging and struggling her soft skin. She turned in my arms to kiss me. There were tears in her eyes.
‘Fuck that hurt, so much, ‘she sobbed, ‘really hurt. My arse feels as if it’s on fire.’
‘Poor baby,’ I said sympathetically, ‘I did warn you it would be painful.’ She nodded vigorously, and turned away from me, but still safe in my arms.
‘I wanted to do it for you, I didn’t want there to be any part of my body denied to you, or any hole that could possibly be fucked left un-fucked. No barriers, nothing untouched by you. I wanted you to own me completely. Does that make sense?’ I couldn’t speak, I was completely overcome. I just nodded, hoping she would feel the movement, she pulled back, looking at my face. ‘Are you crying?’ she asked, and I shook my head, not truesting myself to speak. ‘Oh baby,’ she said tenderly, sobbing even more, and we feel sleep in each other’s arms.
We didn’t sleep long; some instinct must have warned us that we didn’t have that luxury. Nevertheless, it was late in the day, and we both hurriedly dressed, stopping frequently to hug and kiss.
‘Are you okay sweetheart?’ I asked her as she pulled on her clothes.
‘Still tender,’ she grimaced, ‘but give it a day or two, and I’m sure I’ll be alright. After all, I’m sure I’m not the first woman on the planet to be arse fucked.’ She smiled ruefully at me then as we prepared for her to leave. I opened the door, looked out into the corridor, nobody there. She hesitated, embracing me tightly, kissing me tenderly. Then she kissed my eyes, reminding me of my tears on her behalf; it was obviously still in her mind. She smiled at me, her most dazzling smile, and then quite seriously. ‘I think we need to have a serious talk, don’t you?’ she said.
‘What about?’ Isaid, pretending I didn’t know, reluctant to let her know how I truly felt. She was married after all, and I didn’t want to admit to her that I loved her in case I lost her.
‘About the fact that I’m just plain crazy about you,’ she said, ‘that I love you. I’m sorry if that spoils things for you… for us, but I have to tell you how I feel. I can’t pretend it’s just sex anymore. I love you… do you understand,’ she said, as if speaking to a particularly stupid child. I nodded.
‘Ava my darling, I’ve been trying my best to hide the fact that I’m crazy about you too. You’re the most wonderful, amazing, woman I’ve ever met. I’ve been so scared of losing you if I told you how I really felt, absolutely terrified; I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you.’ We embedded for long minutes before reluctantly parting. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow,’ I promised. She nodded, smiling through the tears of happiness in her eyes.
‘Tomorrow,’ she repeated, and then, seconds later, she was stand in the lift, and as the doors slowly closed, she lifted her skirt, flashing her pussy at me in her now ritual way of saying goodbye.
As someone once said, ‘Next day dawned as next day will,’ and the day hadn’t progressed very far before I heard her familiar tap on my door just after 9am.
She almost flung herself through the door into my arms. ‘Hold me,’ she pleaded, and I Did, hugging her gently, feeling her warmth, her softness pressed against me. We stood there for some time, just being close, some sort of silent communication passing between us, until at last she pulled back, looking me in the eye as if looking for some sort of confirmation. I smiled at her.
‘Yes, I still love you this morning,’ I joked, and she kissed me passwordately. I kissed her right back until we broke apart, breathless. Somehow we managed to kiss and walk, through to the bedroom, where we sat on the edge of the bed and resumed our kissing, which soon became stroking and touching, gentlee hands on naked skin, undressing, mouths on skin, and almost magically, I was in her and we were making love. No slapping, no pain, no hair pulling, just making love, and somehow in the middle of it, I realized that we’d never done this before. It has always been about me pleasure her, and her taste for pain and submission, but this was different. This was tenderness, giving, loving, taking gently what was offered so lovingly, and giving again. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms for what seemed like ages. We were in no rush to separate, and it was lovely just to feel her warm softness against me, and soon, I could tell by her regular, deep breathing, that she had fallen sleep in my arms. It just felt right.
I left her to sleep, slowly extricating myself from our enangled limbs, made myself a cup of tea and went into my office to do some work. Deadlines for publication must be met, even when you have a woman who is sex-on-legs doting on, and distracting you. I’d also noticed that the women in my illustrations had changed, and they were virtually all Ava, same body, same face. She’d not only inserted herself into my life, but into my head too, which I found quite amusing. I wondered if her husband ever read the magazine, would he recognize his lovely wife in the wicked, explicit illustrations.
‘Hi,’ she said softly, and I looked up to see her framed in the doorway, naked. My heart thumbed with excitement again.
‘You look beautiful,’ I said as she walked towards me, turning in my swivel chair to face her. She straddled my knees, getting her lovely tits as close to my chest as possible, and as I looked up at her, she kissed me; a kiss full of love and password, which went on for some time. By the time we came up for air, she was gasping with sexual excitement and was trying to extricate my cock from my jeans. She managed easily and it was a matter of seconds until I was buried in her divine pussy again. This time she made love to me, sitting in my swivel chair, feeding her gorgeous tits into my mouth, while her hips spinoned back and forth on my super excited cock. I could feel her orgasm rising and knew I was pretty close myself, so I just let nature take its course and within a short time she came in a rush, followed by my orgasm too. We clung to each other for ages afterwards; her breathing slowly returning to normal. ‘I love you,’ I whispered in her ear, she nodded in a contented manner, smiling at me, and admitted that she loved me too.
After we both cleaned up, and she got dressed, we sat and talked about our situation. Eventually we both agreed that it would be a bit silly of her to burn her bridges, and leave her husband straight away, until we both know for certain that our affairs was what we wanted permanently. We weren’t silly teenagers, and took much more of a long term, pragmatic view of things. Don’t get me wrong, if she wanted to move in with me that very day, I’d have been delighted to help hermove, and I’m pretty sure if I’d said for her leave him now and move in with me, she’d have packed straight away, and I’d have a permanent and very welcome house guest. We just thought it better to think it through, give it a bit of time, and then make our move when it suited us best.
So, it continues, almost every day we make love, learning more about each other, taking pleasure in each other’s bodies and in each other’s company too, She’s not only beautiful, she’s sexy, (of course) adventurous, open minded, intelligent, well read, interested in the arts and music, always fascinating, and I can’t get enough of her, even after the months we’ve been together. I think it won’t be very long before she makes the short, but significant move to my place.
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