As I circled the head of his cock with my lips and began once more to masturbate him with my fingers, I felt the humming vibrator dig deeper and deeper into my asshole. The tight little tunnel was yielding to it slowly but surely, and the sensations that shook my rear were quickly transmitted forward to my cunt. He eased the vibe out, then shoved it in... deeper! The cheeks of my ass quivered around it. He moved it in slow fucking strokes, strokes that I matched with my lips and fingers. The vibe moved faster in my rear. So did my lips.
It may have been an inch deep, it may have been six; I don't know. But I could feel it with every pore of my body. I could feel his breath against my naked upper legs, harsh and unsteady. And suddenly he forced the big vibe so deep inside my asshole that I felt a searing pain so unexpected that I threw my head back and gasped... just as sparkling come squirted upward from the eye of his prick.
He held the vibe deep inside my wiggling butt, pleading urgently for me to get back on his cock and suck him dry, and I bit into my lower lip until I felt a trickle of blood. I licked it away. There was come there, too, from the first gush that had splashed against my face.
As the strangely sweet pain faded from inside me, I took his cock back into my mouth and pulled gently on it until the last spurt of come had died away; and as I did so, I felt him slowly ease the vibrator out of my rear. My rear still tingled, even after it was gone.
Then I snuggled up girlishly beside him, knowing I'd get mine later, when he could get it up again. I always did.
As I cuddled there in his arms, my fingers stroking his naked chest, I looked down at the vibrator that lay beside his leg. It was silent now, but I could still feel its pulsing inside my rear.
Such a big thing. So immense. So much bigger than any cock that ever existed. It was a wonder, I told myself, that any girl's cunt could handle it. Even more of a wonder that a girl — especially a small girl like me — could take it in the ass. That thought made me smile. There's been a time, and not too long ago, when it would've been too much. Far too much. A time, even, when I'd felt sure I couldn't even bear taking his cock up my rear.
I reached down to touch the silent vibrator as I thought about the night he'd showed me I could.
We were lying in bed, naked, looking at a book of dirty pictures he'd brought up from his room. It was about a month after we'd made it for the first time, and I was just beginning to learn about the things that really turned him on. Looking at dirty pictures was one of those things. He had a real collection. This was one of the best, all in color, and full of beautiful broads making it with guys who were hung like mules. I had my hand on his cock and could feel it getting harder each time he turned a page. I was turned on, too.
"Ever see a girl take it like that?" he asked, stopping at a two-page sequence of color photos that showed an unbelievably statuesque young blonde being fucked in the ass. I blinked as he held the book up so I could see more easily. I'd never known a girl could be fucked back there. But this girl was.
The first photo showed her standing and bending forward at the waist, her head resting against a table of some sort. Her hands were behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass and spreading them wide. Her voluptuous tits hung beneath her. Behind her stood a naked man, his cock aimed at the ass she held ready. In the next photo, he stood with his groin pressed against her buttocks.
He might have been simply fucking her from behind — except that in the following photos they had somehow managed to show the penetration of his cock. The head of it rested against her brown little asshole in one. In the next it was gripped by the rubbery-looking circle. Other photos showed him reaching beneath her to hold her big, delicious-looking tits as he fucked her in the ass. Close-ups of her face showed her lips drawn back from her perfect white teeth, as if she were coming.
"She really looks like she's busting her nuts, don't she?" I heard him say, and tore my eyes away from the pictures. He looked very excited: I turned the page. "She must be some kind of freak," I said. I felt his hand stroking my cunt.
"Lots of women, like it that way. Lots of women'd rather have it in the ass than any other place," he said, rubbing his hand down across my cunt and reaching so far between my legs that I felt the tips of his fingers touch the smooth globes of my ass. I realized, then, that he was hinting he wanted to fuck me there.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked bluntly. He kissed me once on the lips, his hand still stroking, then said, "Only that a lot of women like it in the ass. You might be one."
I said dubiously, "I'm afraid it'd hurt like hell."
"Not the way I'll do it," he said, his voice trembling as he dropped the book of photos. As his hands urged me over onto my belly, the anxious tone in his voice told me he was almost desperate to do it that way. His hands shook as he stroked the yielding flesh of my buttocks. I pressed my cunt down against the sheets.
"Such a fine little ass... I'd break it in gently. Never hurt it." He was between my open legs, bending low to kiss the creamy cheeks of my rump. "I'd just give you a little the first time." He kissed me on the right cheek, then the left. "And you'd love it. I know you would." His hands pried my buttocks apart. "We'll grease it up, so it doesn't hurt. So it feels good... like this."
And I felt him press his face hard against the crack of my ass, his lips centered over the tight little entry. The thrusting of his tongue, straining for entry into my ass, caused me to claw at the sheets.
Dimly, I realized that he had done it this way before, and I saw a picture of him doing it that way to Faye. I made up my mind. If he wanted to put it in my ass, he could put it in my ass. I'd do anything before I'd lose him back to that old bitch.
I said softly, "Promise you'll go easy this time," and was rewarded by a deep probing of his wet tongue before he left me and went to get the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. He was back in a moment.
He sat beside me on the bed and dipped his fingers in the greenish-white grease, then carefully rubbed it on the head of his cock. It made his cock glisten. Then he reached for me. Just before I closed my eyes I saw him dip one finger in the jar and withdraw a thick gob of the Vaseline. It felt cold as he touched it to my ass.
"Get up on your hands and knees," he commanded. I did.
When I felt his greased finger probe at the circle of my asshole, I clamped my teeth tight and closed my eyes, and I felt myself shaken by a flash of pain as his finger slipped inside me. I managed to stay quiet as he moved it in and out. Then he was kneeling behind me. His hands pushed my knees far apart on the bed.
"It'll be easier if you hold it open," he said, and I felt his cock probing at the greasy crack of my ass. I leaned forward until my forehead was resting against the cool sheets, then reached back with both hands, grabbed the soft flesh of my ass and held it ready.
The first pain was unbelievable! My asshole was being ripped apart! Tears rushed from my eyes as I felt myself being stretched to take a cock where I was never meant to have one. I cried out against the sheets. I tried to writhe away from the cock that was spearing me... And then, just when I thought I'd go crazy from it, the pain reached a peak and began to diminish. It was still there but it was dimmer, more bearable, and I remember knowing that the pain was less because his cock had passed the restraining barrier at the rim of my ass.