by Angela Ward
It was the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to me, but it was also oddly stimulating. Even as I grew afraid that I’d suffocate and as I tried to come up with ways to get him to back away, I felt desire growing between my legs, desire that had no place in the situation. He held tightly to my head, repeating, “Too…good…to…suck…cock…now?” over and over, punctuating each word with a hard thrust into my throat and moving faster. It felt like it lasted forever, but he only repeated the sentence for or five times, so it couldn’t have been more than fifty seconds or so, and when he pulled out I gasped and gulped in air. I stared up at him and I could see an expression on his face that seemed a strange combination of anger and sadness and wistfulness and lust. Then, his hand reached out. He grabbed my hair, and I opened my mouth, expecting him to push back in. Instead, he dragged me the two or three feet to the bed, sending pain shooting through my scalp, and then lifted me up to my feet just so he could throw me down to the bed, bent over the mattress and reeling.
I felt him lift up the nightgown so that it bunched on my waist and then I yelped as he landed a very hard slap on one cheek and then the other. “You didn’t marry my money! You married me!” he said, and he landed spank after spank after spank. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and the fire originated on my ass cheeks and upper thighs, and though each spank made me yelp, I didn’t tell him to stop. I think part of it was just the shock of the situation, but part of it was that even through the pain I felt desire. So, even though tears were streaming down my cheeks and I gripped the comforter on the hotel bed like it was my salvation, I gritted my teeth and let him spank me, humiliation washing over me along with the hurt. “You need to fuck me!” he yelled, and I lifted myself up a bit to turn around, but he pushed my face back against the bed. Terror reared up when I felt the head of his cock against me. He didn’t position it at my pussy but instead up against the tiny virgin opening of my ass. I was finally ready to protest.
The problem was that his hand was on the back of my head and pushing my face against the comforter. I made the decision to protest and couldn’t get my head up in time before he thrust forward hard, slamming right past my little resistant rosebud and sending shockwaves of agony over me I couldn’t fully comprehend. I opened my mouth to scream but I couldn’t get the air to do it. He finally let go of my head and I still couldn’t make any noise. I turned my head, and I was horrified to see that his cock was only about a third of the way in. I desperately wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t form words. The whole situation seemed to enter into slow motion. I watched him grip my hips and then slam forward again, this time burying his cock fully into my ass.
I don’t have any understanding why, but I came. The orgasm that had only been suggested by the rough treatment with my throat and the spanking crashed over me with as much power as that first brutal thrust into my ass had brought pain. I couldn’t believe the way it drove the pain down to a manageable level, a level that somehow made the pleasure better the same way spicy salsa makes food better. It was overwhelming, and he began fucking me fast and hard, repeating over and over, “You need to fuck me!” like it was some kind of a mantra. Each thrust brought minor pain and remarkable pleasure, and by the time he cried out, slammed forward, and exploded inside of me, my whole body felt an extension of my clit, pleasure even filling my fingertips.
He moved very quickly once he was done, pulling out and zipping up. He told me (and his voice seemed a bit ashamed) that I could keep the nightie. Then, he just waited for me to leave. I rose to my feet and felt wobbly as hell as I returned to the bathroom. I pulled my clothes on over the nightie, my body still sensitive with pain and pleasure. Once I was done, I walked out and smiled at him. “Do you want to schedule another appointment, Baby?” I asked.
He looked at me in shock and said, “Nobody ever lets me have a second appointment.”
I smiled at him and gave him my direct number. Then I exited the room and made my way to my car. Each step sent spasms of pain from my ass and made my jeans press against my poor ass cheeks. I wondered how long I’d be sleeping on my stomach. I didn’t mind. Each step also sent spasms from my pussy, and they were stronger than any of the other sensations.
Ass Up and Overwhelmed
A First Anal Sex Gangbang Story
by Nycole Folk
all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press
When Zoey sent the invitation, asking me to attend her party as a hostess, I guess I didn’t really understand what she meant. In fact, until I arrived and was whisked away to a dressing room, I kind of thought I was just going to be checking invitations at the door or something. In the dressing room, one of her employees handed me an outfit, and I stared in shock. It was a sheer white bodysuit, completely crotchless, with French cuffs sewn into the wrists and a white collar and bow tie at the neck. It came with black patent leather heels. I didn’t say anything but just looked at it for a while until the employee finally had to ask me what was wrong.
It was one of those times in life where a decision was necessary and necessary in short order but nonetheless practically impossible to make on the spot. The employee asked me if anything was wrong with the outfit, and I told her it was fine. I’d intended to say that the problem wasn’t the outfit but that I had to completely rethink what it meant to be a hostess at Zoey’s party. At that moment, though, two more girls arrived and the employee handed them similar outfits. I was still wrapping my head around things when a fourth girl arrived and received her outfit. The employee left and I still hadn’t come up with a good way to approach the situation.
Zoey and I were fuck buddies more than friends. We’d met on a kind of drunken night at a club and I’d ended up in a hotel room with her husband and her. It was my first threesome and my first time with a woman though the two of them told me it was fairly regular for them. Since that first meeting about two years prior, I’d had threesomes with the two of them about every four or five weeks. I realized as I watched the other girls stripping that I should have known given our history that a hostess at a party she and her husband threw was going to be involved in more than taking the guests’ coats. I really didn’t know what to do. It was really money that decided it for me.
I know that might make me seem like a whore, but Zoey and her husband had always taken care of me. Typically, after a threesome I’d end up with something special in the mail as a thank you gift. Once, they’d sent me a gift card to an upscale mall for $1000. Once, man showed up at my door to paint my walls (I’d mentioned I was thinking about it in passing.) The biggest of them was when I received a receipt from my auto loan company. They’d paid off the last six thousand dollars I owed on my Sedan. I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on the sexy tuxedo bodysuit. Once I was dressed, I looked around. The girls in the dressing room looked sexy as hell. I was gratified, though, that I looked the sexiest. Some of it had to do with my flame red hair. I’m as Irish as they come, and I look like I was made for sex. There was something so damned hot about the tiny tuft of red hair right at the open crotch of the bodysuit, and I felt myself gaining in confidence.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but the other three girls were just waiting around, so I waited with them until an employee showed up, looked us over, and asked us to follow her. I walked behind the kind of stuffy looking middle-aged woman wearing a tan pantsuit and wondered why she wasn’t dressed up sexily as well. Zoey and her man were simply beyond understanding, I suppose. I looked at the other girls. There were two brunettes and a petite little blonde that looked like she was nineteen years old at most. Even in her sexy tuxedo, she looked absolutely innocent. We walked along a hallway and then into a parlor room. The woman stopped us in front of a large door and said, “The party is right beyond the doorway. You’ll wait for the sound of the gong and then just step in.” As if it were planned that way, the ringing sound came from behind the door. She stepped out of the way and we walked inside.
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t didn’t take any time at all to understand what was going to happen. We got about three steps into the large ballroom, and I saw that there were about forty or fifty men and Zoey was the only woman there. A group of three men drinking cocktails by the doorway saw us and put their drinks down. In less than ten seconds, the blonde was on her knees and one of the men had his cock crammed into her throat. I watched as she gagged and struggled, and I tried to understand what was happening but before I could, one of the other men grabbed me.
He pulled me close and I stared wide eyed at him. He didn’t kiss me. Instead, he turned me around and pushed. I ended up bent over a chair I didn’t even know was there. I started to lift my head and came face to face with a penis. I gasped in surprise and it entered my mouth. Everything had gone from zero to about two-hundred miles per hour in just seconds, and I didn’t even know how to react. I tried to deal with the man’s insistence on going deep and then I felt the first man, the one who had bent me over, behind me. Some kind of liquid splashed over me, and when he grabbed my ass cheeks I realized it was oil or something like that. I felt him move closer, felt his cock against me, and then felt him move up, above my pussy, to the tiny virgin opening of my ass.
I wanted to tell him not to go there, but my throat was filled with cock and the other man’s hands were firmly gripping the back of my head. I tried to wiggle a little bit, but the man had a very strong hold of my waist and he simply shoved himself forward, blasting right past my resistant little rosebud and filling my asshole for the very first time. The primary sensation was shock. It wasn’t pain right away, but a complete sense of wrongness. That wasn’t where a cock belonged, and my mind didn’t wrap around the situation right away. Then, the pain came. It exploded over me harder than any sensation I’d ever felt in my life, and I would have screamed if all the breath within me hadn’t been stolen away. It felt like every single cell in my body had become a pain receptor and each receptor had an electrode attached to deliver shocking hurt. To make things worse, the man in my mouth came.
I choked and sputtered as his hot and salty load spurted from his swelling cock, and I had no choice but to swallow it down because of how deeply he’d positioned himself inside of me. Time kind of slowed down as tears started falling down my cheeks from the gags, and when he pulled out, I gasped for air. The man in my ass began moving, and I turned my head to tell him to stop but I couldn’t catch my breath, so I just stared in horror at the sight of his cock and my tiny asshole stretched around it. I heard a muffled scream and turned my head to see that the blonde girl was getting the same thing. A giant cock was stretching her ass while another stretched her throat, but she also had a man underneath her pushing up into her pussy. It was strange because watching the way she was being taken somewhere beneath all of my pain I felt a sense of arousal that fought to make its way to the surface.
I turned to see what was happening to the other girls, but a cock stopped me, shoving into my mouth and then my throat like the last one. The man in my ass moved furiously now, and I heard him scream as he pulled out. I felt his cum splashing over my back just as the man in my mouth came and I swallowed my second load. The man was still in my mouth when I felt another cock at my asshole and it was filled up again. Just then, I heard the chimes of a clock and felt disoriented because if it was correct, I’d already been in the room for almost forty-five minutes. It felt like five minutes, five brutal and agonizing minutes. The man in my mouth pulled out, and while I gasped for air, I saw one of the other girls was now bouncing up and down on one man while sucking on another. The blonde was still struggling to take on multiple cocks. Another dick found its way into my mouth and I lost sight of everyone.
Time passed like that. I lost all sense of place. Cocks moved in and out of my mouth and my asshole, and I realized as hours chimed off and oil was applied and reapplied that I’d gone from an anal virgin to an anal slut. I tried to figure out how many men had taken my tiniest hole and I couldn’t come up with any number confidently. Each thrust still hurt, but the pain was bearable now, and I actually found myself pushing back against the men as they fucked my ass. I wasn’t enjoying it, but I didn’t exactly hate it either.
I had just swallowed down another load when the muffled painful noises the blonde was making changed. I quickly turned my head in time to see a man pull out of her mouth and start stroking himself furiously. As his cum splashed over her face, she opened her mouth and shouted, “I’m fucking cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” Someone grabbed her head and stuffed her throat and she again had three cocks inside of her as she writhed and came. That was all it took for me and my climax, the one that had been lurking beneath the pain and the shock, suddenly reared and filled my body with pleasure that made the hurt and the helplessness of the situation nothing but a distant memory. As I came, a cock entered my mouth again, and I found myself slamming against the dick in my ass and then slamming forward to take the cock deeper into my throat. I suddenly loved the gags and loved the short bursts of pain that came with each thrust. It was the most shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced, and as it claimed me I felt lost in a sea of sensation.
I have no idea how long the orgasm lasted. I swallowed at least another load and I think two cocks were in my ass before I came down. I was trembling over the chair and it took another chiming of the clock to pull me to my senses enough to realize that I was completely empty. Wearily, I turned my head and saw that the orgy had all but wound down. The blonde was staggering toward the doorway, helped along by the woman in the tan suit. One of the brunettes rose to her feet and followed. The other was on her knees, still sucking a cock. I pushed myself up to a standing position and almost fell over but managed to stumble to the doorway. We waited, staring as the second brunette finished and then half walked, half fell over to us. Then, all five of us made our way back to where we’d gotten dressed. Four of us wobbled and the employee in the suit walked confidently in front.
Two days later, I was still sore and still astounded that the most incredible orgasm I’d ever experienced came on a night nobody even touched my pussy. I’d slept for seventeen hours straight, and while I did, I dreamt of anal sex. I hadn’t heard from Zoey, so when a knock came at my door and I opened to find her standing on my porch, I was a bit shocked. She leaned forward and kissed me, and I stepped out of the way and gestured for her to come in. She smiled and told me she’d made an error and had sent me the invitation in error. She’d intended to keep me all to herself for her regular threesomes. She hoped it hadn’t been too hard on me. Of course, I pretended it was fine. She could tell I was lying.
She leaned forward and kissed me again and told me she’d understand if I never wanted to have anything to do with her again. She handed me an envelope and turned to leave. I stopped her and kissed her. Then, I asked when she and her husband and I would be getting together again. She smiled and gave me a date. I was going to ask her about the next party, but before I could she told me she often held similar parties with primarily female guests and both hosts and hostesses. She asked me to attend as a guest, and I agreed. We kissed again and she left.
After I closed the door, I opened the envelope and shouted, “Holy Shit!” I heard Zoey’s voice chuckling and my face grew warm with embarrassment. It was a cashier’s check made out to the bank that held my mortgage. As soon as I delivered it, I’d own my house free and clear. It was strange to try to come up with a dollar value on something like my anal virginity, but one thing was easy to decide. I would have taken on another hundred men at that party and done so with a smile if I’d known ahead of time the size of the check I was holding in my hands.
My Sister’s Husband
A First Anal Sex Erotic Romance
by Sarah Blitz
all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press
When Lacy got sick, the entire world was put on hold. She was my twin sister, and when I heard about the diagnosis I actually fainted. If my gardener hadn’t been inside the house using the
restroom, I might have lay on the floor for hours. I flew home, terrified about what I’d find and even more terrified when I realized I was, for the first time, confronted with the reality that Lacy wouldn’t live forever. Her husband Brandon met me at the airport, and we drove in silence after a brief hug. That scared me even more. When we got to the home I’d grown up in, the home our parents had left for us along with the nine or ten apartment buildings, the eleven thousand acres by Lake Gitton, and the trust funds; I felt unable to move at all. Brandon seemed to understand and gave me some time to compose myself before gently coaxing me from the car and leading me to the house.
The kids were in the great room, all of them playing on the floor with toys but behaving more sedately than normal. I tried to remember their ages but I was only able to remember Grace was six. She’d have no mother by the time she was seven. There was something about that knowledge that made it strained and almost impossible to deal with their rushing hugs and happy smiles. I gritted my teeth and put on the fake smile, but I can’t imagine they weren’t able to tell I held onto them a little longer than normal and my expression held poorly-masked sadness. I also dealt with guilt because a great deal of my emotions had to do with fear of losing Lacy and its effect on me and my life. She was my twin. I hadn’t gone twenty-four hours without talking to her, not that I could remember. Losing her felt like losing myself.
She was in her room, and the room had been converted to a hospital room, a sterile environment with machines, a hospital bed, a nurse’s station, and complete lack of hope. Thankfully, she was lucid, and we spent hours together every day. She told me about her hopes, her dreams—all gone now. She told me about promises she’d made to Brandon, promises she wouldn’t get to keep. She told me she loved me, and she asked me to stay with her family for a while, to help them get things back together. She made me promise to keep on her behalf all of the promises she made to Brandon. She came short of asking me to marry him when she was gone, but if she’d lived another day, she would have gotten to it. I got one week with her, and then she died.