by Angela Ward
I looked at him and then, I smiled. “You’re right. Fuck’em all.”
He laughed and gave me a kiss. “Well, okay, but I thought we could kind of keep this thing between us, you know, kind of exclusive.”
I stared at him for a moment and then the light bulb went on and I got the joke and hit him, appropriately, for the poor taste in humor. He only laughed more loudly. “Really, Hollie. You want me to go get those girls? Hell, I could have each of them take a nipple while I—ouch!” My second punch on the shoulder stopped him, and he wrapped his arms around me. As he kissed my neck, any lingering thought of the crowd around us vanished.
A Special Gift for Steve
A First Anal Sex Erotic Short
by Hope Parsons
All rights reserved copyright 2014 by Polaris Erotica
I enjoyed my relationship with Steve because it really took no effort or work at all and he made me feel special. The no effort part resulted from our arrangement. We just weren’t romantically interested in each other as far as boyfriend/girlfriend stuff was concerned. We enjoyed watching movies, eating out, and just enjoying each other’s company, but the idea of us being an item was off the table. He made me feel special because we still slept together about once a week, and the sex was astounding. There was something about us being just friends that let both of us let go and enjoy things without a lot of the hangups that might have existed in a more committed relationship.
When his birthday came around and it happened at a time when his family was on vacation in Europe, he called and asked if I wanted to celebrate it with him. In the four years we’d known each other, this was only the second holiday-type thing we’d be doing together, so I was pretty excited about it. I told him that I was in charge of the night and that was that. I figured on taking him out to a nice dinner, watching a movie he’d been dying to see (some idiotic action flick) and then taking him back to my place to fuck him silly.
I realized as I made my plans that fuck him silly wasn’t all that original. Frankly, I’d fucked him silly a great many times before and even though when he was eighty years old he might not think back on me as the best lovemaking he’d ever had, I was certain he’d look back on me as the best fuck he’d ever had. The thought kind of troubled me. It wasn’t the love or anything like that. It was really just that the idea of fucking him for his birthday when he got it just a week prior didn’t seem very special. So, I decided I would find a way to make it better than normal.
I thought about calling a friend with whom I’d had a threesome and seeing if she was up to the idea of another, but I decided against it because since then she’d ended up in a committed relationship. I thought about dressing up or maybe even trying something a little kinky like letting him tie me up. We’d experimented a little bit with bondage before, though, so it was kind of non-unique, too. I sat down on the edge of my bed and started looking through my lingerie. I had several body stockings I hadn’t opened, and one looked promising. It covered every inch from wrist to ankle, except it had holes for my breasts and was crotchless. The package said, “Crotchless for easy access for traditional or anal intercourse.”
Those words, anal intercourse, sent a terrifying thrill through me. I’d never done it, and the moment I read it, I knew that it would be the perfect birthday present for Steve. He’d mentioned it in passing before, during one of the times we were abstaining from each other because he had a relationship with a girl. She really enjoyed him playing with her ass during sex—putting fingers and small toys inside, but she wouldn’t ever let him actually have anal sex. Unless he’d been sleeping with someone else since they broke up, he’d never had it, and he definitely wanted it. I was scared, and the scariest part of it all was that I knew I was going to go through with it as Steve’s birthday present.
It was very strange to be completely turned on by the thought and simultaneously afraid as hell. I’d heard horror stories about it, and the only experience I had with it came about two years before when I was masturbating, got curious, and pushed a dildo in. I got it about an inch inside and the pain was shocking, so I pulled it out and just kind of lay on my bed for five minutes before getting up and soaking in a bath. That event hadn’t ended my curiosity but it had certainly ended all of my experimentation. The more I thought about what I was going to give to Steve, the scarier it became, although strangely I became more curious as well. Finally, I just decided to put it all out of my mind and concentrate on the non-sex aspects of our date.
Five hours later, we stepped out of the restaurant. He’d had a great steak dinner and been his normal funny, charming self. I wore a slinky dress, and the only underwear I had on was the crotchless body stocking. From the dinner we went to see the movie, and I made sure to do all I could to distract him while he tried to watch the action star blow people up. I squeezed his crotch and rubbed during the non-violent times and I squeezed his crotch and rubbed during the gunfire and rockets. He spent an hour and forty-five minutes (two hours if the trailers were counted) ready to burst out of his jeans. I supposed all of the research about sex and violence was true because he had no trouble cheering one moment and gasping at my touch the next.
When we stepped out of the movie theater and walked to his car, I said, “Well, Birthday Boy?” He smiled at me, already out of control with need. “You gonna tap this ass at my place or yours?” As I said the words, I loved the way it made him tongue tied and also felt another burst of fear because the word ass reminded me of exactly what he’d be getting. I giggled at him to try to get past the scariness and climbed into the passenger seat. He asked me where I wanted to go, and I said, “Well, my place is a good three or four minutes closer.” That was all it took, and five minutes later, we were just inside my doorway, and his mouth was on mine. Something about the kiss was strange to me, and it wasn’t until we made it to the couch that I realized what it was. It was romantic. The kiss wasn’t the typical FWB kind of kiss for me. I was responding and reacting with more than my body, and it kind of scared me. Of course, I hoped he felt the same way, but then I felt strange for hoping he felt the same.
I decided to push back the thoughts of romance and instead did all I could to be sexier. It helped and it didn’t. What I mean is that it certainly made me feel sexier and even sluttier, but it also changed my thinking so that I wasn’t being sexier or sluttier for my own benefit but for his. The thoughts were confusing. I didn’t want to complicate our relationship by changing it into something more than our current arrangement, but I wasn’t able to think of him as some kind of living and breathing sex toy, and that was difficult to handle. I pushed him off, trying to gain control of the situation, and I stood. He looked up at me as I pushed him into a seated position and just yanked his pants to his knees. While he worked on getting his boxer shorts down, I slid out of my dress. He gasped at the sight of me in the body stocking, and I smiled at him. I knelt and put my mouth over the head of his cock, flicking my tongue around the cap and sucking as my hand moved to his balls to gently caress them.
His groan was a welcome reward, but again it made me think of him romantically, and I felt confused. That didn’t keep me from going deeper, and then a thought occurred to me. I pulled my mouth off and said, “I want you all the way in my throat. Force it in, Steve. I won’t be able to do it myself. Just make me take it.” To punctuate the words, I grabbed his hands and put them on the back of his head. Then I opened my mouth as widely as I could and pushed myself down until I gagged. He didn’t exert any pressure, and that wasn’t good at all. If I was going to get myself good and upset with him so the romantic bullshit disappeared, he was going to have to do his part. I pulled up and looked at him. “Come on, you pansy! It’s your birthday and I’m letting you have my throat. Don’t be a fucking wimp.” He moaned at my words, and that did nothing to keep me from wanting him. I opened my mouth wide again and went deep. This time I felt his hands tighten at the back of my head. His cock was at the opening of my throat, and I gagged around the sh
aft with another two or three inches left to take in. He held me tightly and just pulled my face down. When I felt the head of his cock push into my throat, I immediately regretted my plan. Panic set in immediately, but it didn’t translate into action. I felt helpless as I watched his patch of pubic hair get closer and closer until my nose was finally buried in it. My throat felt stretched beyond measure, and my lips were pressed right up against him, the base of his cock fully in my mouth.
He held me there while he moaned. I think he was in my throat for about ten seconds before he finally let me up, and I felt light headed as I drew in heaving breaths of air. I wanted to be pissed, but the expression of lust on his face made me feel proud instead. I was having absolutely no luck at all trying to make myself hate him, and I was now turned on beyond the point of giving a damn. I climbed onto the couch and straddled him. I reached down to guide his cock to my pussy when I remembered my gift to him. He was slick as hell from my throat, and I moved his cock backward, pushing it up against the rosebud opening of my ass. His eyes grew wide, and I figured if the pain were as bad as I’d experienced with the dildo, it would cure me of any sentiment. “Happy birthday, Steve,” I whispered. Then, I slammed myself down onto his cock.
Pain wasn’t a strong enough word. In fact, I was pretty certain there had never been invented a word strong enough for what I felt when his dick barreled through my resistant ring of muscle and entered my virgin ass. It felt like I’d been broken. It was utterly debilitating, and as my ass cheeks slammed against his thighs, I wanted to cry in relief that there was no more cock to fit inside of me. I didn’t cry, though. I didn’t make any sound at all. I just fell forward against him, holding his shoulders tightly as I struggled to breathe for the second time in less than three minutes. The agony coursed over me in pulses of hurt, and I tried to remember why the hell I wanted to do this.
Steve said, “Oh my God. Oh my God. Jesus. Oh my God,” and the lust in his voice reminded me. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, and he squeezed them hard as he began slamming upward and into my ass. It was shocking, like each thrust was like that first brutal thrust, but something strange happened. I found myself moaning and whispering encouragements. I told him to fuck me harder, to fuck my ass harder, and after about a dozen thrusts I realized I wasn’t saying it just for him. The pain had withdrawn into some corner of my mind so that even though I felt it somewhat, it wasn’t the primary thing happening. Instead, I felt an orgasm building, an orgasm that seemed impossible.
It wasn’t impossible because it crashed down on me and made me scream, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Steve slammed up even harder into me as my body shook and spasmed atop him, and when he finally slammed up hard a final time and emptied himself inside of me, I shuddered and held onto his shoulders tightly as I turned my head and kissed his neck over and over. It was a tender kind of thing for me to do, and I stopped when I realized it was sort of unprecedented.
Thirty minutes later, we sipped vodka and ate birthday cake, and I tried to keep myself from telling him how my feelings had changed. His phone rang and he looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. “God my mom is pissed at me.”
“Why the hell would she be pissed on your birthday?”
“Just ‘cause I blew off dinner at their place tonight to hang out with you. She’s just…” He trailed off, and I looked at him narrowly.
“Dinner at their place? Don’t you mean Europe?”
His face turned red and he said, “I’ve been afraid to tell you, Lily. I…I don’t think I can let things stay the way they are. I know I can’t. I tried to go with a girl in my Anthro class last month. I took her to dinner and the whole time I just kept thinking about you. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I mean, I don’t want to just be your friend. I mean…if that’s all you want, than okay but I don’t want to sleep with you anymore. I want…well, fuck, I’m not saying any of this right.”
He was saying all of it perfectly, and I sat on his lap, put my arms around him, and kissed him to let him know I understood.
He’s Taking My Ass! A Rough First Anal Sex Short
by Jeanna Yung
All rights reserved. Copyright 2013 by Polaris Book Publishing
Previously published by Night Passion Press
He was the new guy in the apartment across the way that she’d seen only a few times as she was on her way to work or the store or a friend’s. Regina noticed his boxes appear the week before and had watched as more and more stuff was brought up to the two bedroom apartment. Admittedly though, she didn’t really give much thought to any of it until she saw who owned the stuff. Then, she cared a great deal because the first moment she saw him, she wanted him.
He was undeniably attractive. She imagined even a blind woman could read his aura and agree that he was uniquely good-looking. He was tall and built like a professional athlete; she guessed it was something like baseball or basketball. He had dark hair that was just a little too long to be considered suitable for an office somewhere, and he had the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. The first day she’d seen him, standing at the door of his apartment and apparently fishing through his pockets for his keys, moving boxes piled around his feet, he’d smiled at her and his eyes had literally sparkled. His face had filled her daydreams all the rest of the day and had featured in her writhing fantasies at night. She was, to put it simply, hooked.
So, as he stood at her door, she felt herself, normally so confident and outgoing, getting a little flustered. “Oh, uh, hi.” Generic, but not too embarrassing.
He smiled. “Yeah, hi. I just moved in across the way and—my name’s Neal, by the way—and I was wondering if I could use, well, this is a bit unusual but, if I could use your restroom?”
She looked at him. “Oh, uh, sure, come on in.” She moved aside to let him step in.
“I really appreciate this, my water is still off and, you know, it’s the weekend, so they won’t be able to do anything about it until Monday.” He stopped in the living room and turned, waiting, apparently, for her to show him to the restroom.
She smiled. God, he was so good-looking. She was pretty sure that if he started something with her right there in the middle of the living room, she wouldn’t be able to say no. She made herself stop thinking such crazy thoughts and pointed him down the hall. “I imagine it’s similar to your place. Just head to the back and it’s on the right.”
He nodded and then, he walked right over to where she stood and pulled her to him and kissed her. She stiffened at first, in shock, and then she began to melt into him, enjoying the feel of his body pressing against hers as his tongue began to explore her mouth. His hands moved along her sides and then, slipped under her shirt, lifting it up and off, breaking away from her only long enough to toss it aside. She couldn’t believe he was there, undressing her, when he had been her fantasy for so many nights. The thought made her start peeling her own clothes off before he could get to the rest of them.
Feeling a tremendous thrill to be standing naked in front of him, she moved up against him and kissed him again, this time taking the initiative and the control. She decided then that she wanted to be the one to fuck him and not be fucked by him. She reached up and grabbed at his shirt and yanked it off over his head. Then, she pushed him back toward the couch until the backs of his legs hit the couch and he fell down onto it.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his belt, quickly working it loose. She leaned forward and kissed his bare taut stomach and smiled when he gasped and his muscles rippled in response. Then, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down, leaving him only in his boxers.
She could see his cock, its large already hard outline straining against the material, and she felt an answering twinge in her pussy. Leaning forward, she very gently put her mouth on him through his boxers and breathed out, warming him. His cock twitched hard and she looked up at him and smiled. Then, she grabbed the waistband and pulled them down slowly, finally freeing his cock. Licking her lips
and using her hands to pull her blond hair out of the way, she began moving her mouth slowly toward his waiting cock, while letting her hands slip over her breasts and down to her sides.
She kept her hands at her sides and opened her mouth. She began to suck on his cock, but she didn’t go very deep at first. Instead, she just sucked right at the tip for a while, keeping it in her mouth but not moving forward or backward. She just kept sucking it like she might suck on a lollipop. She lifted her hands a little bit, putting them on her hips. Then, she opened her eyes wide, looked straight up at him, and, opening wide, moved down. He gasped and she felt a thrill as his cock traveled over her tongue towards the back of her mouth and then into her throat. She relaxed and kept pushing down, enjoying the effect it was having on him. She got within an inch of the base pulled back up to the tip and then pushed down again. This time, she got to within a half inch of the base and he groaned.
She pulled back again, sucked and kissed the tip, and then pushed down once more. This time the cock travelled all the way into her throat, the shaft passing over her tongue until her lips reached the very bottom and his balls pressed against her chin. She felt a surge of triumph and this time, when she pulled back and sucked, she kept her eyes firmly fixed on his face as he moaned uncontrollably. She sucked just at the tip but he wasn’t satisfied with it, and he put his hand at the back of her head. Regina felt him moving over her tongue as he pushed in hard again and again.
He didn’t force himself deep into her but he moved his cock quickly, and she had to adjust herself to keep from choking. Even though she was able to take it much further into her mouth when she was the one in control of its movement, suppressing her gag reflex depended on control. He continued in and out and she sucked, all the while keeping her eyes on him as best she could. Finally, when he was away from her mouth for the briefest of moments, she pulled off completely and began sucking and licking on him. She ran her tongue over the head while he moaned.