Like Putty in His HandsbyBuckyDuckman©
The story that follows is all consensual sex between consenting adults. And yes, it's all anal. Enjoy!
Nicole hated the way Robbie made love to her. From their first night together, he owned her body. Okay, she knew lust had something to do with it. She loved his dark brown eyes and the rakish way his disheveled brown hair framed his chiseled features. Something about him screamed "Do me!" to her. The moment she felt his full lips pressing against hers, she was gone. Her nipples would get so hard they ached for his touch. And don't get her started about the way her clitoris would tingle and throb with anticipation of what he was going to do to her. Robbie moved with an assuredness Nicole had never experienced. It felt calculated, but that never diminished the thrill of making love with him.
She was standing in the produce aisle of the grocery store, menu planning in front of the carrots, cucumbers, and stalks of celery. Robbie tossed a bag of Vidalia onions in their cart before slipping up behind her and putting his hands on her waist. His breath was warm against the nape of her neck. "Cucumbers can be so sexy," he said.
"Stop it," she said, feeling her body react to his presence. But Nicole wasn't sure if she was talking to him or to her body. Five words from him and his touch had her ready to rip off their clothes and give a new meaning to the idea of the "produce" aisle.
"Sorry, didn't realize you were a zucchini sort of girl," he said, his lips brushing against her neck.
By the time they made it back to her apartment, Nicole felt on edge. Her body needed him and he barely seemed to notice. "Groceries first," he told her, dancing out of her embrace.
"They can wait," she said, taking the bags away from him and pushing him against the refrigerator. She flattened her body as tightly against him as her lips against his. When he kissed her back, but didn't touch her, she pulled his arms around her, planting his hands on her ass. He did the squeezing on his own.
"I want this," he told her, squeezing her ass again.
"I want this," she said, grabbing his ass, too.
"No, I mean, I want this," he repeated and this time, he moved a finger between her asscheeks and goosed her through her jeans.
His aim was true. Nicole had no reason to think he meant to touch her elsewhere. Tensing, she looked up at him. "My ass?" she asked, knowing the question was redundant. Where else could he mean?
"Yeah, your ass," he said, his finger wiggling firmer against her backside, pressing against her butthole. She felt her ass clench, tensing.
"No," was her first word, but he didn't move his finger or stop staring at her with his full, brown eyes. She finished the thought she never realized she had started. "No one has ever..." She saw the smile growing on his full lips.
"I will and you'll want it."
"Maybe I want yours, too," she said, trying to turn the moment into a joke. She grabbed at his ass, trying to goose him, too, but felt clumsy. Was that his asshole or just near his asshole? How could his aim be so unfailingly perfect and hers feel so awkward?
"Maybe a finger or two," he said, kissing her.
What did that mean? He wanted to use a finger or two on her or he was willing to let her use a finger (or two!) on him?
He broke their kiss. "Trust me enough?"
"Yes," she lied, unable to refuse his advances. Anal sex wasn't something she wanted. It never made her list. More than one man had tried to sneak a finger back there. Nicole was savvy enough to know what it meant when someone held up a modified "rock-n-roll" bull sign with their fingers. She knew what it meant when someone displayed an upright first and second finger while holding down their ring finger and allowing their pinky to stand upright. It was a hand signal called "The Shocker" and indicated two fingers inside a woman's pussy and The Shocker was for the pinky finger to be in a woman's ass. She didn't want that. She never had.
"I'll put away these groceries. Take a shower, get clean, and wait for me in the bedroom. You get to go first." He gave her another kiss, just a peck on her lips, and she felt dismissed.
What did he mean by 'you get to go first?' Nicole had no idea. Did it mean they were going to do her ass first? Did it mean she was going to use a finger (or two) on him? Without an idea, she slipped out of her clothes and showered, paying extra attention back there. Washing from the waist down, her shower didn't take long. Naked, nervous, and feeling like a virgin on her wedding night, Nicole climbed into the middle of her big bed and waited for him. She saw him through her open bedroom door. On the way down the short hallway, he stopped in the bathroom for a bottle of lotion. She felt butterflies doing barrel rolls inside her stomach. Was he really going to do it? Hell, fuck him. Was she really going to let him do this to her? What the hell was wrong with her?
Robbie stood at the foot of her bed. He tossed the bottle of lotion on the bed near her. He wore half a grin on his full lips as his eyes moved across her naked body. Could he see she was nervous? She watched him undress, trying to think of something to say, but couldn't find words to use. After pulling off his shirt, his half grin turned into smirk. "Roll over," he told her. "On all fours. Let me see you."
Feeling once removed from her body, Nicole did it. After rolling on her stomach, she knelt on all fours, presenting her backside to him. Over her shoulder, she watched him pulling off his pants and underwear and saw he was hard. Robbie's big cock looked bigger than usual to her. He wasn't really going put that big prick up her ass, was he? She turned away, looking at nothing more exciting than the headboard of her bed. She saw where his eyes had been focused, on her ass and nowhere else. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. It didn't work. She felt him crawling on the bed.
"This is a perfect ass," he said, his hands on her asscheeks. He massaged her butt, pulling apart her cheeks, exposing her "no" hole to his gaze. Nicole felt betrayed by her body as she thrilled from his touch. Her nipples ached for his caress. Her clitoris throbbed for attention. Her body equated the feel of his touch with pleasure. For him, it knew no fear, even as she felt a wet finger (or was that a thumb? She didn't know) slip and slide across her asshole. She clenched again, afraid of the caress at the same time she thrilled from it.
Nicole's heart raced. Trying to take deep, calming breaths wasn't working. "Robbie? I'm not sure I'm ready for this," she said, her voice feeling weak.
"Don't lie," he told her, tapping his finger (she was sure it was a finger) against her asshole. "You want this. I can tell you do."
"No, I don't. I've never wanted this."
It was a welcomed sensation to feel his fingers against her pussy. He pressed fingers between her pussy lips, touching her clit and feeling her. She was wet with need for him and he used her moistness against her. "That's not how it feels," he said, rubbing and caressing her sex. "Your pussy says you want this."
"My pussy is a liar," she tried, feeling embarrassed when he laughed.
He moved his wet finger from her pussy to her ass, using her natural lubricants against her. "Tell me this doesn't feel good and I'll stop."
She tried to make the words, but felt her body rock against him, moving in opposition to his finger. Damn him!
"That's what I thought," he said, chuckling. She heard the snap of the lid to the lotion bottle and the felt the sharp coolness of a drop of lotion landing directly on her exposed asshole. That was followed by the warmth of two fingers caressing her backside. He didn't try to penetrate her. He massaged her, playing with her asshole. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"No," she lied, but she heard how she sounded. She heard how her single word came out as a breathless sigh. He applied more lotion to the crack of her ass.
"Feel," he said. When she didn't move, he gently pulled her wrist behind her back. "Feel," he said again, laying her hand against her backside. "I said you get to go first."
His words "You get to go first" made sense to her now. He meant she would touch her asshole first. Experimentally, she caressed her bottom, playing her finger across her ass. It felt safer when she did it.
"Let your finger slip inside," he told her.
Nicole pressed against her asshole, something she had never done before. As she pressed, she felt her ass opening for her probing finger. She felt the tight ring of muscles welcoming the intrusion. She pushed a single knuckle's worth inside and realized it did feel good.
"Deeper," he insisted, his hands against massaging her buttcheeks. "All the way in."
Why was she doing this? Because he told her was Nicole's only answer, but she did it just the same. Pressing harder, she felt her finger sliding deeper inside her asshole. She felt the ring of her asshole squeezing around her finger. She felt the flutter of nerves and pleasure the intrusion presented to her. She heard herself gasp again.
"That's it, baby," he cooed, insistent hands still kneading her ass. "Finger your ass for me. Finger fuck that ass."
Nicole felt dizzy with lust and desire. She felt embarrassed and ashamed. She felt thrilled and turned on. Something she had never wanted, always refused, and yet she was doing it.
"Wiggle your finger around. Make it feel good for yourself."
Damn him! It did feel good, indescribably good. It was a sensation unlike any she could remember experiencing.
"Can you cum like that?"
"No," she said, unsure, but without a better answer.
"I can make you cum, but you have to add a second finger. You have to use two fingers back there if you want me to make you cum."
"I can't," she said, laying her warm face against the coolness of pillow. Wasn't this enough for him? Why did she have to do more?
"Do it," he said, kissing her wrist. "Two fingers, in your asshole. I want to see it. Show me and I'll make you cum."
"I can't," she repeated. "It's too tight."
"You can," he insisted and kissed her wrist again. After the touch of his lips, she tried. She added her ring finger next to her middle finger and poked at her asshole. It was a different sensation than one finger could give her. She felt her asshole opening wider, felt it stretching as it welcomed the extra attention. "Such a nasty girl," he said, but he upheld his part of their deal. He put a hand between her legs; his fingers again touching her pussy and clitoris. "Fuck that ass," he demanded, one hand squeeze ass flesh while his other hand pleased her. "Fuck it deeper!"
Ashamed and excited, Nicole pushed her fingers deeper inside her ass. It felt so wrong to have her ass poked in the air like this. It felt so wrong to display her asshole to him. It felt wrong to finger her ass. It all felt wrong and so delicious at the same time. She bit at her pillow, determined to hold back her cries of pleasure as her orgasm washed through her and she felt it in a new way. She felt her asshole clenching down around her fingers, squeezing her fingers at the same time she felt the resistance of having two fingers inside her asshole. She came from nothing more than his wiggling finger on her clitoris.
Hand on her wrist, he stopped her from pulling her hand away. He held her arm in place, insisting her fingers stay inside her asshole though her orgasm had passed. "Did you feel that?" he asked.
"Yes," she whimpered, unsure which part of things he meant, but not caring, either. She had felt so much, she was sure she had felt it all.
"Now imagine that's my cock in your ass," he said, moving her wrist up and down, his motion suggesting she should keep on finger-fucking her ass. "Everything you just felt, except with my hard cock in your ass. That's what I want you to give me. I want you to want it. Tell me you do."
"I can't," she said, though her heart raced at the idea.
"You can," he insisted. "Tell me you want it or we use one of your toys on your ass next."
"Please," she whimpered. She didn't want to put a toy in her ass anymore than she wanted to feel his ass up there or her fingers.
"We'll use the big one," he told her and she knew the one he meant.
Nicole owned several sex toys, two vibrators and a big, fat dildo. The dildo was as big as him; maybe bigger. It wouldn't fit in her ass any better than her vibrators. Well, maybe the one vibrator might work. The one vibrator was short and slender. It could fit. It wasn't bigger than her two fingers. But the other vibrator wouldn't fit. She was sure of it. And she was positive the big dildo would never fit.
"Ask me to fuck you up the ass or we use the big toy back here," he repeated.
"I can't," she said, pulling her fingers away. But Robbie caught her before she could. Grabbing her wrist, he held it in place. His touch was gentle, easy to break, but enough to keep her fingers where they were. He rocked the palm of his hand against her knuckles, urging her to probe deeper inside her ass.
"Don't stop doing this," he said. He moved alongside of her, reaching for the drawer pull of her nightstand where she kept her toys. Fishing inside, he pulled out the long, fat purple dildo. She didn't think it was an accident the way he set it next to her face while he pushed the drawer shut. Picking up the toy, he was again behind her and out of her line of sight. "Tell me you want me to fuck you up the ass."
"I can't," she insisted, feeling like a fraud as she fingered her backside. She felt her clitoris throbbing for attention he didn't give it. She ached for more than her fingers. She wanted more, just not back there. He brushed her hand away from her butt.
"I can't believe you want this more than you want me," he said, playing the tip of the big toy across her asshole. The rubbery toy slipped easily across her crack.
"I don't," Nicole admitted.
"You must," he said.
"I don't want any of this."
"Then get up. Leave. Forget all about it. We can stop and we'll never do any of this again."
"I don't want to do that either," she said, surprising herself. It took her a moment to realize why she said it. She was afraid by what he meant when he said they would never do any of this again. What if he meant they would never have sex again?
"Tell me you want me to fuck you up the ass." He added more lotion to her backside. This time, she felt his fingers against her asshole, poking and probing the tight opening.
"No," she said, feeling close to tears as she said it.
"Do you want to stop?"
Feeling the toy sliding against her backside, Nicole knew what it would mean if she said she wanted to keep going. Either he fucked her with his dick or fucked her with the toy. She knew he would do one or the other. Probably both. After all, if she let him use the toy on her, why would she refuse his dick? She leaned over, pressing her ass upwards as she pressed her face tighter against her pillow. "Don't stop," she whispered. Without another word, Robbie pressed the tip of the toy against her puckered asshole and pushed.
At first, nothing happened. At first, all Nicole felt was the pressure of the toy against clenched, solid flesh. He might was well been pressing it against her asscheek for all her asshole cared. The toy was too big, too blunt. It would never fit, she knew it, and she wondered how long he would try before he gave up. At last, he spoke. He said just two words, but they made all the difference. "Take it," he said.
She felt the tip of the toy finding the opening to her ass. She felt her backside relax to its pressure and felt herself opening to it. Robbie's position and pressure never changed, never altered. He didn't force it inside of her, he merely presented it to her, waiting for her body to decide she wanted it. Once it began, it didn't stop. The slippery toy moved inside of her. She felt her asshole opening wider than she thought possible to accommodate it. A moment later, it was done. The toy was inside of her. Not deep inside of her, but inside her just the same. She froze, panicked and thrilled at the same time. She was doing it! Oh my fucking God, she was doing it!
"Fuck it," Robbie told her, a hand moving between her legs again. He used two fingers this time, two fingers pressing against the stiff bud of her clitoris, rubbing on either side of it. He didn't move his fingers, he just pressed them against her. "Fuck the toy," he repeated.
Experimentally, she rocked back and forth with a short stroke. When she did, she felt her clitoris slipping against his fingers, too. That felt good. Really good. She rocked again, still with short movements, but she felt the toy shifting, too. She felt her asshole sliding against the length of latex held inside of her. And it felt good, too. She pressed down against Robbie's hand, grinding against his fingers, allowing the motion of grinding her clit on his fingers work the toy in and out of her ass. The more she did it, the better both things felt.
The toy was big. It felt meaty inside of her, as if it was stretching her to her limits. For all she knew, it was, but she didn't care. Reaching a limit wasn't the same as passing a limit. With more confidence she moved. "Fuck me," she murmured and Robbie moved the toy in the opposite direction from her grinding. The toy slid farther inside of her and felt even better until she came. The sensations she had felt when her asshole tried to clench around her fingers was multiplied by exponential numbers. She came, clenching and quivering around the toy. She came and cried out because of it. Robbie left the toy inside of her until the last shudder left her, leaving her oddly empty feeling.
"Now say it," he told her, pressing against her backside and sandwiching his hard cock against the crack of her ass. Unlike the toy, his cock felt warm and alive. She felt it throbbing with need. She didn't know why, but his prick felt like more of a threat than her fingers or toy. She knew the toy was bigger. She knew she could handle his prick. She knew she wanted it, but Robbie wanted more than that. "Tell me you want it."
"Fuck me," she said, squirming against him. When that didn't change what was happening, she swallowed hard and said the rest of it. "Fuck me up the ass."
Once again, she felt the pressure of a tapered end against her backside, but this wasn't a toy. This was flesh and blood. This was Robbie's prick pressing against her and gone was the resistance her body had given to the toy. She felt her asshole welcoming his prick and she pressed backwards against him. His cock slid inside her asshole, throbbing as it did. She was doing it. She was fucking his cock with her asshole. She was being fucked up the ass.
"Fuck me!" she said again. "Fuck my ass, you fucking fuck!"
Robbie's hands moved to her hips, resting on them, moving with her as she pressed backwards against him. She felt the flesh and blood of his manhood hot and vibrant inside of her. She felt his every throb and twitch as she felt another orgasm welling up inside of her. She never touched her pussy, nor did he, and none of it was needed. Instead, she felt his thrill and it fed hers. She rocked backwards, taking more of him, until she took all of him. She heard him gasp, moan, and felt the explosion that took place inside of her. That was all she needed to feel her orgasm happen again.
Basking in the afterglow was cut short by her need to use the bathroom. When she was done, she ran the shower, washing her bottom half and realizing how convenient a bidet would be. When she returned to the bedroom, Robbie excused himself. He washed, too, and came back clean and smelling of her sweet soap. She noticed he was carrying her toy. There were so many reasons to like this man; him cleaning up after himself was just one more of them. She kissed him and that kiss turned into another round of lovemaking in the more traditional sense. It was the start of a new world for her and as they fucked, she realized, "Now it's my turn to do him!"