Anahita Ch. 02: Dirty Girl

I was far from confident I could take him, but I too was determined to try, to be the whore I knew I was. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Richard watching as he hammered his cock ever harder into my cunt.

And then it was in, the soft head of George's cock filling my throat, blocking my airway, slowly penetrating deeper until my nose was pressed against his belly and my jaw ached from being stretched so impossibly wide.

"Fuck, Rich, look at her! Fucking awesome!"

He pulled out and I gasped for air, but was given little respite. George filled my mouth again, filled my throat, and fucked my mouth with slow, deep thrusts while I did my best to excite him with my tongue.

Richard came with a groan, though I had little attention to spare as his cock added a second helping of cum. Just as I was wondering if I could endure a prolonged face fucking, given how recently George had come, I felt him stiffen in my mouth.

Withdrawing abruptly, he aimed his cock at my open mouth, and a burst of cum jetted out, splashing against my tongue; followed by a second, and a third, the quantity impressive given this was his second climax in the space of ten minutes. I made a show of swallowing and licking my lips.

*

Anahita was a goddess in ancient Babylon, a powerful water deity with golden shoes, and crowned with a hundred jewels. Her name meant pure and innocent, and she was the mother of all chastity and wisdom. In later times, corrupted by the worship of Ishtar, Anahita's temples became sites of sacred prostitution - or so the gossiping misogynists of history have claimed, fearful of any woman who owns herself and her sexuality.

Perhaps being named for the great Lady Anahita was a coincidence, but I had to wonder.

*

I left the men to their beer and pizza and video games and laughter for an hour, preferring to peruse instead George's library of economics and economic theory, mixed in with Terry Pratchet, French Impressionism and men's magazines (of the non-erotic kind).

Only half my mind was on the reading matter, however. Despite the thorough and very enjoyable fucking, I was far from satisfied, and I found myself impatient for Round Two - despite a certain anxiety about taking George's thick cock in my tight virgin ass that had me clenching reflexively about the jewelled metal plug. From time to time I pinched and tugged playfully at my nipples, or teased my clit with restless fingers. My pussy was wet and slippery with cum and my arousal, and I took pleasure in licking the mixture from my fingertips.

Until George appeared and led me through to the dining room. "Ready?" he asked, brushing my nipples until I whimpered under the excessive stimulation. I had no need to ask him the same. His cock was proudly erect, fully recovered from its earlier efforts.

I glanced at Richard who was watching from the doorway, and wondered if he'd be invited to take my ass after. "I am."

George grinned happily and bent me over the table with my legs parted. Richard had a clear view from the side, and I watched him watch George tug the buttplug gently from my ass and place it on the table next to me. It had felt so big going in and out, but George's cock was thicker.

I wasn't empty for long. A finger slick with cold gel slipped in through that tight entrance and fucked me gently for a minute. The immediate sense of violation gave way swiftly to startled pleasure, both from the intensity of being stretched in this unnatural way and from friction between that finger and sensitive nerve endings.

My breathing was heavy as a second finger joined the first, stretching me beyond what I'd thought was possible. "Fuck," I whispered. "Fuck..."

My eyes met Richard's. His cock was in his hand again, stroking gently as his friend fingered my ass. The sudden thought of my mother walking in at that point and seeing her daughter at the centre of this amoral scene, a dirty slut, an unrepentant whore, flooded me with a sense of shame that only served to heighten my excitement. "Fuck me," I pleaded. "Fuck my ass!" I wasn't sure I was ready, but I was tired of foreplay.

George chuckled as he removed his fingers and pressed his cock against that too tight ring of muscle. Despite the buttplug, despite his fingering, it was a struggle. I whined in complaint as the pressure increased, as the cock that sought to breach me stretched me wider and wider, until suddenly he was in, the sensation overwhelming.

Good that he kept still for a while, allowing me to catch my breath and adjust to that obscene penetration, before thrusting deeper and forcing a cry of pain and pleasure from my lips. He was too much for me. It was perfect. "More," I begged. "Give me more." He gave me more, and more, that thick cock thrusting deeper into me than seemed possible, and I loved every inch.

I lacked the strength to do anything but lean against the table as that cock pounded into me again and again, long deep strokes of exquisite friction and intense sensation.

I lost all sense of time. I watched Richard in the doorway, stroking his cock in time with George's delightful thrusting. I listened to George's repetitive commentary: "Such a tight, sweet ass! Such a perfect, tight, virgin ass!" I wondered whether my brother ever fucked his pretty wife's ass, whether I should tell him how good it felt, and laughed quietly to myself at the thought of ever telling him anything about his sister's whoring ways.

"I'm close," George said.

"Do it, George," I said. "Come in my sweet, tight, virgin ass."

And, with a loud cry of victory, he did, and I gasped as he thrust as deep as he could, his shaft seeming to thicken as it stiffened within me. Cum erupted in those forbidden depths as his stallion length bucked wildly.

He confused me by pulling out suddenly, so that just the head was lodged within, his cock still pulsing powerfully, and it wasn't until he pulled out all the way that I understood. George wanted to watch his cum leak from my ass, and he sighed with satisfaction as I felt it trickle down my thighs. It was without doubt the dirtiest I had yet felt, and the burn of shame brought tears to my eyes.

I heard the sound of a photo being taken, but before I could complain he showed me: a close-up of my deflowered ass, a pearl of cum nestling in the puckered ring. "Beautiful," he said. "Just perfect." After admiring my conquered ass for a minute, he stepped back. "All yours, Rich. Give her what she wants."

I didn't know what I wanted, but as Richard thrust eagerly into my abandoned ass, I sighed with pleasure. My only complaint was that he didn't last longer...