Sodomy

He got her in the end, so to speak. Once she knew he was serious about doing it, her first response was outrage. She actually told him that he couldn't possibly love her or he wouldn't want to do such a disgusting and unnatural thing to her. It led to their first real fight.

She tried to be cold toward him, but when he brought her a rose after the three day blow she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest for the longest time.

"I'm sorry, darling. I love you so much. I just don't think I could do that. Do you understand?"

"I understand, because you're inexperienced."

He also understood that she loved him and would want to do things for him. He kissed her, running a hand up into her hair from the back of her neck.

"I want to do everything with you, honey. You respond so wonderfully. Letting me use your ass will be a gift but you'll experience a new pleasure, too. I promise. Let's not talk about it now."

He kissed her sweetly before she could object, the way he had rehearsed it.

Over days, he seduced her. He'd put a finger or thumb into her while he ate her. He'd have her kneel with her ass in the air and tickle it while he played with her sex. Fingernails moving across the white expanse of her rear brought her chills. She gasped when he ran fingertips across her anus and down to her vagina. When he first tongued her anus she yelled. He thought she was repulsed but no, she was overwhelmed.

He finally repeated that he wanted to fuck her ass.

Somewhere there must be women who seek sodomy but every lovely-assed woman he or his friends knew had at first objected, whether she concluded that it was the most disgusting thing she had ever experienced or finished with "sweetheart, can you do it again?"

She was in the second category. Lying beside him in the bed, her ass still over-stimulated and dilated, she was happy he had won.

"You were right, darling. It was wonderful. It was so dirty! If I ever tell you I don't want to try something, remind me of this."

"I will, hon."

She curled on her side, nestled on his shoulder, while he lay on his back. She liked to look at him in the light from the candles. His body was wide, chunky, and muscled, almost hairless except around his groin.

His penis lay smugly across his lower belly on its bed of testicles and hair. She stared at it. It had penetrated her, deeply into her bowel. How had it done that? It had surprised her that it was so easy. She wasn't prepared for the pressure or fullness or the depth of it. She wasn't ready for the feeling of it coming in when she tried to push it out, and especially its slipping out when she tried to hold it in.

Especially the latter, because leaving her it had felt like an enormous turd that she couldn't stop, and she had suddenly been filled with the terrible sense that she would foul the bed.

Too many sensations and thoughts to process now, so she just watched his penis. It had been in her where it couldn't and shouldn't be, and she had been swept up in the experience. Her main thought was of how she hadn't been prepared to want it so, to want him to use her dirty. She finally accepted something about herself that had been hiding in the back of her mind.

His dick had come away with a little shit behind the head, but there had been no hurry in his walk to the bathroom to wash it. It had been in her shit. It had spurted semen into her shit. Would cum seep out of her now? She clamped her sphincter as tightly as she could.

"Wasn't it like I told you? You were screaming, you know."

He didn't have to be condescending, the bastard. He went on:

"You are always so incredible, with whatever I do to you. I've never known a lover as wonderful as you."

What a marvelous bastard. She nestled in closer. She had been feeling his heat and smelling him while her mind went round and round. Now she ran her left hand over his chest, scratching his nipples very lightly with her fingernails to make them stiffen. She wanted to play back at him a little. She ran her hand down his stomach, into and past his naval. His belly jerked a little, because he was so sensitive right after sex.

When she reached his penis she caressed the soft thing up and down. She pulled back the foreskin, to see the center of his pleasure, pink, seeping just a trace of clear fluid, and she was struck by the image of it inside her intestine, sliding through her feces. How well had he washed? She let it go and moved on. His balls were loose and malleable, not drawn tightly to his body like they were when he was stiff. They moved a little in her hand, and the penis stirred.

"Suck it."

No, not right now.

"It's clean. It'll only taste like soap, if anything."

She moved down and licked it. Yes, a trace of soap.

"You know this is my favorite toy," she said. "Ever since you first showed it to me. It was begging me to play with it. I like it even more because you do such dirty things with it. Does that make me a pervert?"

"I hope so, hon. Now will you suck it?"

"The first time I sucked it I fell in love with it. That was the first dirty thing we ever did together and it was sooo wonderful. Do you remember?"

"Yes, hon, I . . ."

He had to stop for a minute because she was sucking on his penis.

"Yes, I remember. How I could forget?"

"Now this. It's my sweet, dirty, ass-fucker. It fucked my ass. Darling I'm getting excited all over again. Will you do my ass again, then let me wash your cock myself?"

He suddenly wasn't sure exactly what he'd gotten himself into, if it had been such a great victory for him after all. Whatever. She'd taken the trouble to get him erect again, and one had to be a gentleman about these things.