Pretty Little Asshole
"You won't believe what some fucking creep just said to me," Emma announced as she came through the door of our apartment, as she strode into the living room.
She was wide-eyed and flushed. She was flustered. Emma was clearly worked-up about something? "What happened?" I asked.
"I was coming out of the train station, and as I walked past this group of guys. Well, teenagers, maybe, probably, barely eighteen I reckon, but you won't believe what one of the bastards said as I passed them."
"Probably not. You'll have to tell me."
"God, I can't bring myself to say it."
I wasn't going to let Emma get away with that. My curiosity was piqued. And besides, I knew Emma was being dramatic. I could tell she was dying to talk about this, but that she was drawing it out. "Come on. Tell me. How bad can it be? Did he say he wanted to fuck you?"
"Even worse. Far worse."
Emma really was playing up to this. "Like what? Something violent?"
She shook her head, her blonde ponytail whipping from side to side. "No. Nothing like that. He said something about... my body."
"Your tits? You do have fantastic tits, Em."
"No."
"Your ass?"
"Yes. No. Kind of."
"Jesus, Emma. Just tell me."
Emma stepped closer. She whispered. A look came over her face like Emma was sharing some kind of terrible secret. "He said he'd bet that... I had a gorgeous... asshole... and that he'd fucking love to see it. I believe those were his exact bloody words."
I couldn't help laughing at Emma, at the expression of scandal and shock she wore, at what a fuss she was making over her asshole.
"It's not funny, Dan. It's disgusting."
"I'm sorry. I know, it is. But you take these things way too seriously, Em. Just ignore it."
"Too seriously? What if a strange man in the street made a comment about your asshole, huh? And what a weird thing to say," Emma said almost to herself. "Why my asshole? And why the hell would he want to see it?"
"Lots of guys like girls' assholes," I said before I could stop myself, ever the one to try and be the voice of reason when reason wasn't called for. I didn't add that I was one of those guys, but, honestly, I'd thought that Emma had known that. We'd never spoken about it, obviously, but from the way I held her cheeks apart when we fucked, from the way I touched her there, I'd assumed it had been obvious to Emma. But I guessed not. I guessed that idea had never occurred to her.
Emma's mouth fell open. She stared at me as if I was insane. "They do not."
I couldn't help myself, plus, I was enjoying Emma's outrage and apparent innocence. "They bloody do. The internet is full of pictures of naked women and their exposed assholes."
Emma made a half-screeching, half-laughing sound of consternation. She looked horrified, but I thought I saw something else in her eyes, too. Morbid curiosity, maybe? Guilty interest? "You're lying."
"I'm not. Check for yourself."
I said it as a rather empty gesture. I didn't expect Emma to actually take me up on that particular suggestion. But as she stood before me as I sat on our sofa, Emma slipped her phone out of her pocket.
She dropped down to sit next to me. Emma opened an incognito browser, which I'd never seen her do before, it surprised me she knew how. She tapped away on the keyboard, she hit images, and suddenly her screen filled with naked flesh.
Emma made that screeching-laughing noise again, and louder, but she didn't drop her phone or close the browser or avert her eyes. Emma stared. "Jesus fucking Christ," she whispered. "People are disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."
There was something about Emma that had taken me a long time to understand. Well, there was plenty, but I was thinking about a specific one as I watched her gazing at her phone. Secretly, although she never admitted it, I'd come to realise that Emma adored disgusting. She revelled in it. Even if she claimed the very opposite. Even if Emma was the model of order and control. When her clothes were on, when Emma was in her right mind, she adopted an air of prudishness and civility. But I'd learned that was bullshit. That it was an act.
Because when Emma's clothes came off, when she was turned-on, when she was losing her head, the hidden side of Emma emerged, the real Emma. The side that gloried in disgust and in bad behaviour. The side that exulted in dirty talk, in exhibitionism, in excess, in humiliation and shame. Emma went feverishly lusty when her blood was up, especially when I made her do the wanton, depraved stuff she secretly adored. Even if afterwards she pretended she hadn't really been into it, that she'd just done it to please me.
"I can see their bum holes," Emma whispered. "So many bum holes. Just like that. And there's fucking close-ups," Emma said with more than a little wonder in her voice. "And there's pages and pages of this stuff. There's thousands of photos of girl's assholes."
"Millions probably. Welcome to the internet."
"Men are so gross," Emma said without taking her eyes away from her screen.
"Women, too. You're just as bad."
"We are not," Emma replied.
That wasn't a particular argument I was in the mood for, though. I switched tack. I wanted to tease Emma some more. "And he was right."
She glanced up at me. Emma furrowed her brow. "What? Who was?"
"That ill-mannered young man at the station. You do have a gorgeous asshole."
Her mouth dropped open, once more. "I do not."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You absolutely do. You have a very pretty asshole. A beautiful asshole."
She shrieked. "Shut up. You've never seen my bum hole!"
"Emma," I said slowly, relishing it. "I've seen your asshole hundreds of times."
"What?! You bloody well have not?"
I smiled at her. "What do you think I'm looking at when we fuck from behind? Or when we sixty-nine?"
Emma gawped at me. I saw her mind racing behind her wide eyes. "Oh God," she gasped.
"Yep."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think I needed to. Isn't it obvious?"
Emma put a hand to her mouth. "Oh fuck. You've seen my bum hole."
She said it to herself, rather than to me, but I still answered her. "Emma, I could pick your asshole out of a line-up of dozens. I'd recognise it anywhere. I can close my eyes and picture it perfectly."
Despite her apparent trauma, Emma laughed at that. "Fuck you, you utter pig. That's beyond disgusting. And I can't believe you looked. You should have averted your eyes! What kind of a gentleman are you?"
I laughed back at her. "You don't want a gentlemen in bed, Em, we both know that. And besides, I like looking at it."
Another shriek. "You don't!"
"I do. You've got the most beautiful asshole I've ever seen." That was true, incidentally. I wasn't only saying it to shock Emma.
"I have not."
"You have. Come on Em, you know that, right? You must have looked at it in the mirror?"
Another laugh of incredulity and secret delight burst out of her. "No. Of course not. No one does that!"
"Maybe you should?"
Emma shook her head at me. "You're even more revolting than I thought, Dan Scholes."
I wrapped my arms around Emma. I pulled her into me. I kissed her face, over and over, all over. "Revolting only for you, my darling." And all this talk was getting to me. I was half-hard, and I was filling the rest of the way quickly. "Come on. Why don't you show it to me now?" I whispered.
Emma pushed at me with her hands on my chest. She squirmed in my embrace, although not hard enough to actually break it. "Not a chance, mister. You're never seeing my bum hole ever again."
"No," I groaned. "You can't do that to me. You can't deprive me of such beauty. Such pink, tiny, tight beauty."
Emma howled in mock-disgrace and amusement. "Pink! Tight! You really are disgusting!"
"Maybe that guy knew what he was talking about?" I kept on. "Maybe the guy at the station knew it was you, Emma Lawson, the girl with the most beautiful asshole in the world?"
Emma screeched. She batted at me.
"Maybe you're famous for it, Emma?"
"I am fucking not. No one's ever even seen it, apart from you, disgusting Dan. Now get off of me. I need to get out of my work clothes and have a shower."
"You want any help with that?"
"No. Stay here. You bloody well leave me well alone, Dan Scholes. I've had enough of horrible men today."
"Fine." I didn't press the matter. I let Emma up, I stayed out of the bathroom as she refreshed herself after a long day at the office. Besides, I could see a kernel of something had been planted in Emma's febrile imagination. I knew it'd bubble away in there, that I didn't need to push it, that all I had to do was be patient and play the long game.
We spent a usual weekday evening with one another, standard for a couple who'd been together for three years, who'd recently moved in together. I cooked for us. We finished off a bottle of Pinot blanc on the sofa, wrapped up in each other, as we washed trash TV. But when Emma spoke, she made an unusual admission. She really had been obsessing about it, I found, even more than I'd suspected she would.
"You really do like my bum hole?" Emma whispered. She was sitting between my legs, her back against my front. Her face was close to mine, but she wasn't looking at me. She was staring at the flickering TV at our sides, although I could tell she wasn't really paying it any attention.
"Yes," I said truthfully and simply.
There was no faux-indignation now, just curiosity. "Why?"
I thought for a moment. "For a few reasons, I guess. Partly, because it's so intimate. It brings me closer to you, in a weird kind of way, to see that most hidden part of your body. Partly, because it's forbidden, that it's taboo. There's a naughty thrill in it. But also because it's just plain sexual. Like how seeing your pussy turns me on."
"My bum hole isn't sexual," Emma whispered.
But I heard the intrigue in her voice. I heard a note of heat and tension. I tightened my arms around Emma. I pressed my body into hers. I spoke with my lips by her ear. I spoke low and soft. "Sure it is. You know that. I know you do."
I adored sliding a finger, or a thumb, up Emma's back passage when we fucked or when I went down on her, and to my great delight, I'd found that Emma enjoyed it, too. Something in her butt always made her come quicker and harder. Hell, Emma got horny just from me tickling lightly across her pucker. But, typical Emma, no matter how much she clearly relished it, she wouldn't allow herself to admit it. Until this evening, anyway.
"Maybe," she said gently. "It can feel kind of good. And I've really got a pretty one?"
"You do. No lie. You have by far the prettiest asshole I've ever seen."
Emma wriggled into me. Talking about this, thinking about it, I was getting turned-on. My dick was hard, and Emma felt it against her buttocks as she leaned into me. "Why? What's pretty about it?"
God, this really was brave for Emma. I didn't shy from it myself. "It's a pretty colour. It's almost bright pink. And it's a really nice shape. Like a perfect little circle."
I expected some outrage at that, some shock, but none came. "I know," Emma said. "I looked at it."
I resisted the urge to laugh, to crack a joke, to make fun of Emma. I knew that would ruin this delicate mood. That it'd make Emma clam up and retreat and change the topic of conversation. "You did? When?"
"In the bathroom. After my shower."
"Then you know you have a gorgeous asshole."
She laughed, but without any anxiety in it. "You're disgusting." Yet Emma twisted around in my arms. She pressed her lips to mine.
We kissed, and suddenly Emma was alive against me. Her mouth came open, her tongue slid into mine. Emma sighed into my lips as she ran her hands over my chest and shoulders and stomach through my t-shirt, as Emma pawed at me.
Emma went from a standstill to moaning-lust in what felt like seconds. She writhed, she made desperate sounds of want, she made me raise my arms to help her get my top off of me. She made me groan, as her fingers skated over my bare skin, as she brushed across my nipples.
I was right there with her. Feeling Emma like this, hearing her burning need, my own desire for her surged. I'd already been hard, I was already heated from talking about her asshole, but I was throbbing for her now.
We pulled the rest of her clothes off like our lives depended on it. Emma clutched at my dick as it was freed, she yanked me with enthusiasm. I held her full breasts as she knelt above me, her firm, wonderfully shaped tits; Emma moaned as I rolled her stiff little nipples with my thumbs. Emma groaned as I dropped my mouth to her to suck on them.
Emma's pussy was slick, she was absolutely soaking, I found, even for her, as I cupped my fingers over her cunt. Emma was so riled-on, so immediately, she was squirming into my hand.
We kissed and kissed, we moaned into one another, as we groped and caressed, as Emma pulled on my dick, as I screwed her with two fingers. Emma made frenzied sounds as I flickered a fingertip across her clit.
I needed to taste her. I wanted my cock in Emma's mouth. There was more than enough room on my sofa for us to lie on our sides, our faces in each other's crotches, but Emma had a different idea. Before I could tell her to get into position, she spoke.
"Do you want to see it?" she whispered, but with urgency in her voice.
I knew exactly what Emma meant, what she was offering, but I wanted to hear her say it. "See what?'
"My asshole. You want to see it?" Emma said it in an excited rush, like she was sharing some sort of indecent but thrilling secret with me.
"Yeah. Show it to me. Show me your asshole." I said it with a growl in my voice, with enthusiasm, to let her know how much it turned me on. And even if she claimed she didn't, Emma adored dirty talk. Being told to do such a naughty thing, at least for her, I knew how it would affect Emma.
She got off the sofa. Emma stood before me. Her face was flushed, a wild look was in her eyes, already, but she took her time with it. Emma revelled in her show, in the way I was looking at her, in the way I was drinking in the sight of her sublime, naked body.
Emma was short, she was petite, she was slender, yet she had surprisingly large breasts for a woman with her frame. Emma had narrow hips but a thick ass that curved out far from her body. Her buttocks were smooth and dense and gloriously rounded. I was very much an ass man, it was the part of a girl that most turned me on, and Emma's peach of a bottom was incredible.
She stood with her back to me, with that delectable derrière inches from my face, as I sat up on the sofa. Emma looked back and down over her shoulder, she watched me watching her, as Emma placed a hand on each cheek. Emma moved even more slowly then, as if she was exulting in what she was doing. Emma spread her feet, she arched her back as she bent over at the waist, as she pulled her buttocks apart.
Emma really didn't hold back. She went full-in. Emma opened her cheeks as wide as she could. She gave me an unobstructed view. She hit me full force with it.
The main light was off, but all the side lamps in the living room were on. There was more than enough illumination. I saw everything. I saw the bald, plump, engorged, slick lips of her pussy. I saw the thin, small, almost glossy, smooth expanse of her perineum. And above that, Emma's asshole was bared to me in all its lewd splendor.
Whereas Emma's hair was fair and her skin pale, her asshole was a bright, vibrant pink. She had faint, radial wrinkles around the outside of it. At the centre, her hole wasn't just a clenched opening, the muscle of her sphincter formed a little circle, it was raised, a touch, in a way I'd never seen on any other woman before, like a perfect ring that accentuated her opening. It really was a work of beauty. "Fuck, you've got such a pretty little asshole," I told Emma. "It's bloody gorgeous."
Emma made the softest sighing sound.
I expected her display to be quick, I expected Emma's reserve to quickly overcome her excitement, for Emma to release her cheeks and fall back down on the sofa with me, blushing and blinking, embarrassed by what she'd done, but that didn't happen. Emma stayed where she was, bent and spread, her most private parts revealed to me. On show to me. In my face.
"You've got a heavenly pussy, and such a gorgeous asshole," I told her. "You're perfect, you know that, Emma? Absolutely perfect. My beautiful little slut." I'd learned, from experience, that a mix of lewdness, compliments, and slurs was the ideal combination of sex talk for Emma.
She moaned at my words. Emma stayed exactly where she was. Her legs were quivering, I saw.
Emma gasped as I reached out to touch her cunt. She groaned as I stroked across her, as I slid into her body. As I sank a finger into the wet heat of Emma.
"You're so hot, you're perfect, and look at this little asshole." I raised my other hand to her as I languidly screwed her. I touched my thumb to her pucker, and Emma still didn't break her stance. She made even more urgent sounds of pleasure and need as I stroked across her butthole with a feather touch.
"You like it?" Emma asked. It was rare for her to join in with our dirty talk. She must have been even more turned-on than I'd realised.
"Yeah. I love it. You've got the best asshole in the world. I love this asshole. My asshole. I own this, Emma. It's mine. You know that, right?"
What I was saying was laughable, but Emma reacted with intensity to every word, to every touch. I slid a second finger into her dripping pussy. I stroked down through her lips with the thumb of that hand to find the bump of her clit. I massaged her pucker with the other, with a press that grew ever firmer, and Emma trembled and mewled for me, for more of it.
I adored this. I loved touching Emma's asshole, it was intimate, as I'd told her, it was bad and sexy, and I gloried in how you had to do so with skill. That it required experience and patience. That you had to be careful, that you had to make sure it felt good, but that if you did it right, that you could relax a woman there. That you could coax her sphincter open, more and more. I skimmed around and across Emma's asshole, I made her moan with feeling. I increased the pressure of my touch, I rubbed, I soothed, I pleasured her. I felt Emma softening for me.
"Tell me what you want to do to me, to my ass," she groaned.
That was a common question of hers, when Emma was riled-up enough. She loved me to describe all the things I was aching to do to her, she yearned to hear those filthy promises, but Emma had never asked me what I wanted to do to her ass before.
"I want to push this thumb up you."
"Yes. Do it."
I spat on my hand, I rubbed plenty of saliva over Emma's asshole. I did it again and again, until she was slick with it. When I returned to massaging that clenched muscle, I felt her slackening even more. Her pucker opened outwards, a touch, as if accepting me. I pressed, and the tip of my thumb sank into Emma's backside without any resistance.
Emma groaned, she parted around me easily, as I slid further up her. She felt so different there than in her pussy. She was tighter, her entrance especially. Emma gripped me, she squeezed my thumb with muscular control, and within, she was fluid, she was perfectly smooth. As I eased my thumb into her deeper, as I passed through the inch-deep ring of her sphincter, it felt like I was in a tunnel or warm velvet. I could feel my fingers in her pussy so clearly, the barrier between each place was gossamer thin. I could touch my fingertips together through it.
And this had such an effect on Emma. Although she strenuously denied it, being penetrated there, being stretched and filled in her rear, it never failed to set Emma panting and quivering. It always seemed to amplify the impact of the other ways I pleasured her as I played with her ass.
I drove my fingers quicker in Emma's cunt, I rubbed her clit more firmly, as I sank my thumb all the way into her anus. I wriggled it around within her, and Emma's legs nearly gave way, yet still, Emma stuck at it. She held herself open for me.
"What else?" Emma gasped. "What else do you want to do to me?
We'd never gone much further than this when it came to butt stuff. I'd once had three fingers up Emma's bum, but never anything other than that. There were plenty of things I'd thought about doing to Emma's derrière though, I had plenty of fantasies, but I'd never told her. I'd never tried any of them with Emma. I'd been scared to talk to her about that stuff, I thought it'd frighten Emma away, or appal her, or both, but I heard the want in her voice then, her need for more, for me to be dirtier. I risked it. "I want to kiss your asshole."
Emma groaned so hard her whole body shook. "Yes. What else?"
"I want to lick your ass."
"God yes. What else?"
"I want to slide my tongue right into you."
"Oh Jesus, yes. Fuck." Emma shook as I fingered her pussy, as I stroked her clit, as I gently twisted my thumb around in her derrière, gratifying her, opening her up. "What else?" Emma panted.
I went for it. I said it. "I want to fuck your ass. I want to hold you down and shove my cock right into that pretty little asshole of yours."
"Fuck. Yes."
Emma was pressing herself back into me now, with an insistent rhythm, with zeal. I met it with my fingers, with the pad of my thumb on her clit. I pumped the one in her ass, but with more care than I was screwing her cunt. Emma was gasping for breath, her moans were rising higher with each exhalation.
"What else?"
Really? OK then. "I want you fuck your ass hard. I want to use you like a dirty whore, like my slut."
Emma's sounds of pleasure neared their peak as she rode my hands with vigour.
"What else? More!" she demanded.
What else was there? There was only one thought left in my head, but that was too much, surely?
"What else?" Emma practically begged.
"I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to finish deep in your tight little ass. I'm going to fill you with come."
Emma tensed, all over, for long seconds. She quivered in silence, she let out a yelp of a moan as her orgasm hit her.
She came hard, Emma shook hard, but she managed to stay on her feet, as she mewled with each pulse of her climax. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers, her asshole with it. Emma came expressively, as she pressed onto me, as she rode my digits with her pussy and her ass. She managed to keep her cheeks spread for me the whole time.
"Fuck me," Emma gasped, the moment her climax had passed, the moment she was able to. She took herself off my fingers, Emma jumped onto the sofa. She dropped to her hands and knees across it, her bottom raised up, offered to me. Emma's back was arched, her buttocks open. I saw both her slick cunt and her slackened pucker.
For a second, I thought she was asking me to fuck her in the ass, and the blood really rushed to my head. I nearly tried to, but then I realised how insane that was. We'd never done anything like that. Emma wouldn't want it, not really, I knew.
I got behind her with my prick in my hand, I rubbed it over her cunt, and Emma mewled and made high, pleading sounds. I gave her what she craved, what we both yearned for. Emma shuddered and groaned as I slid into her snug, soaking pussy.
There was no going slow, no restraint, not then, not a chance. I fucked Emma fast and hard, right from the off, and Emma yelled her bliss out as I took her. Emma reared back into me to meet each thrust, she willed me on to screw her harder.
She looked so fucking good like that, her elegant back was curved, it swept down and then up to her hips, to her magnificent derrière. I seized Emma's cheeks, I spread them apart.
Emma made even more noise when she realised what I was doing. Where I was looking.
Her pussy was stretched around my plunging dick, her asshole above looked beyond inviting. I pressed my thumb against her, and Emma really went wild. She bucked with more urgency than I'd ever seen her. Emma made such glorious noise as I rutted her, as I filled her back passage, as I fucked her with cock and digit both.
Emma's arms gave way, she lay on her front, but she kept her derrière raised up, as if presenting herself to me. I fucked her wildly, we were both panting and sweating. The sofa was creaking and shifting beneath us.
I tried to hold myself back, but we'd never been like this, so feverish, so animal. I couldn't stop the throbbing pleasure rising up through me, flooding down my prick. It reached the tip of me and I was there. I groaned and gasped as fireworks exploded in my head, as my orgasm erupted out of me.
But I didn't finish inside of Emma, not like I usually did, not that night. I tore my dick out of her, I jacked myself off across Emma's rear. I came between her buttocks, I came across her asshole, I filled her crack with jizz.
It had been hot as hell, but I was worried that crazy evening was going to be a one-off affair. I needn't have been. From then on, it became a regular part of our sex life, Emma showing me her hidden pucker, me making her do it, me praising her for it.
It got to the point where every time we fucked, I'd tell Emma to stand before me, or over me, or below me, with her cheeks parted. I spread them when we were screwing, I told her what I was seeing, it had such an impact on us, it was compelling, it was addictive, for both Emma and me.
It soon became a way to turn Emma on particularly powerfully, to get her into that febrile state of uninhibited horniness I so adored seeing her in. It became a shortcut to it. Showing me her asshole, me gazing upon her there, it took Emma from turned-on to desperate in heartbeats. Emma gloried in the rudeness of it, and I think she loved the sense of shame, too, at being so bad, at being so exposed, at displaying herself, at enjoying it so much.
And we got worse. It inspired us to new heights, to new depths. I made Emma show herself to me. I held her open, I took my time revelling in the sight of her pretty little pucker. I touched her there, every time, I pleased her, I slid fingers into Emma's ass each time we fucked, one, two, sometimes more, and then it progressed.
In the heat of our fucking, Emma usually asked me what I wanted to do to her, but now it was always about her derrière. She wanted to hear me say how much I wanted to lick her, how I wanted to slide my cock into her, to fuck her ass. Emma exulted in what I said, but I thought it was just the idea of it, I thought it was just dirty talk. I found out that wasn't entirely true.
That Thursday evening on the sofa, we really couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We were soon wrapped in one another, kissing feverishly, grinding together. Emma felt particularly fervent.
"You want to see it?" she whispered in my ear.
"Yeah."
"Tell me. Make me do it."
With pleasure. "Show me that pretty little asshole of yours," I growled. "Now. Show me that asshole I own."
Emma rolled off me. She stood by the sofa. She didn't bother taking off her top, she was too urgent. Emma unbuttoned her jeans, she peeled them down and off.
"Your knickers, too," I ordered.
She obeyed with eagerness. She whipped her underwear away, she stood before me, bottomless, her chubby pussy inches from my eyes. Emma twisted about, she presented her heavenly bottom to me instead, but Emma paused.
I understood. I knew Emma wanted to be made to do it, even if she was aching to. "Put your hands on your cheeks.
Emma did. She looked back and down at me as she reached for them.
"Bend over."
She tilted her upper body forwards till she was parallel with the floor.
"Good girl. Now spread yourself."
Emma pulled her buttocks apart as far as she could. She leaned backwards, towards me, a little, as she showed her cunt and her asshole off to me.
"Fuck your asshole is so beautiful. No one else has got an asshole like yours. This is why you're famous for it."
Emma laughed, but I could hear how quickly she was breathing. Her legs were quivering.
I spat on my hand, I rubbed it across her flexing pucker, and Emma groaned for me. An idea popped into my head, something I'd never made Emma do for me before. I said it before I lost my nerve. "Touch yourself. Play with your pussy."
I didn't know whether Emma would, whether she'd have the guts, she hadn't done so before with me, but I guessed Emma was turned-on enough. She did it. Emma put her right hand on her quim. She began to stroke her clit as I tickled her asshole.
I'd gotten good at this now, I'd had a ton of recent practice, I knew how Emma wanted to be rubbed and massaged, I relaxed her with speed and skill. Emma being so horny, Emma playing with herself, it undoubtedly helped. Emma groaned, even louder, as I parted her muscular pucker with my fingertip, as I eased half my index finger into the gripping warmth of her ass.
She made high, panting, moaning sounds as Emma toyed with her clit, as I fingered her half-spread derrière. I went into her deeper, all the way. I rolled around in Emma's back passage, painting circles with my digit, pressing against her sphincter from within, gratifying her, opening Emma up.
She took a second finger without any resistance, with shuddering moans. Emma was so slack around me, I was able to pump them in her, fully finger-fucking her rear.
"What do you want to do to my ass?" Emma whined.
"I want to get my mouth on you. I want to kiss and lick this perfect little pucker."
"Yes. Do it," Emma groaned.
I worked a third digit into her anus, stretching Emma open around them, filling her.
"Lick my ass," Emma said with breathy insistence. "Please... Lick my ass. Please... Dan."
God, Emma was getting so fervent, it actually sounded like she wanted to.
"Please... Dan... I'm begging you," Emma kept on. "Please... Lick my ass."
Wait? Did Emma actually want me to? Fuck. She did, I realised. I'd never been great at hints, but then, this wasn't exactly a hint. This was Emma holding one cheek open, bent before me, pleading for it. Holy shit. I'd never known Emma actually wanted this. I'd never have known she'd let me.
I carefully pulled my fingers out of Emma's bottom. Her asshole contracted, then opened, then contacted again.
"Please... Dan... do it," she moaned.
I'd never rimmed anyone before. I wanted to. I'd fantasised about it, I watched rimming in porn, but even with all Emma's asshole exhibitionism, I'd never have dreamed Emma would actually allow me to. I'd always thought that would be a step too far for her. But I guessed not.
I leaned in to her, I pressed my face between her open buttocks, my cock throbbed at how hot this was, but I won't lie, there was a little fear in me, too. What if this tasted bad? What if this wasn't as sexy as it was in my head? But I didn't let that stop me.
I touched my lips to Emma's pucker, I gave her the gentlest of kisses, but Emma shook as she moaned. Emma moaned again, to urge me on.
I kissed her more firmly, I let my lips linger on her. Emma went louder, and there was no taste, other than Emma's skin.
Emma kept circling her clit, she kept shivering and mewling, as I kissed her again and again. I did so with rising confidence, with fast mounting enthusiasm. I kept my mouth on her, I used the tip of my tongue, like I was French kissing Emma's asshole, and her legs shook so hard they felt like they were about to give way. Emma still kept her hand on her left ass cheek, though.
I used more of my tongue, I switched to licking Emma's ass, it sent her even noisier. I drew it over her in soft laps, I tickled her with the point of it, and that really sent Emma wild.
I alternated with my tongue and fingers, Emma was so relaxed and slick I was able to press two, then three, into her easily, all the way up her, up to my knuckles. I licked, I slid back and forth in Emma, as she played with herself, as Emma's panting yelps rose towards what sounded like an intense, impending orgasm.
As I ran my tongue over her next, Emma was so open, and I was so lost to it, I went really bad. I firmed myself, I pressed, and before I knew what was happening, I glided right into Emma.
She moaned so hard, her asshole squeezed me out of her body. But Emma flexed, I pressed again, and I wormed half of my tongue into her ass.
I did it over and over, I went deeper with each drive, I got so much of myself up her bum, that I was able to keep myself in Emma, that I was able to tongue-fuck my girl's derrière.
Emma entirely lost her head to it then. She pressed back into my face, she rode my tongue with her asshole, before she tensed, before she raised her head to cry out as her climax hit her.
She came even harder than I'd expected her to, Emma juddered and bucked, she yelled, in a way she never had before, as her orgasm pulsed through her. Her asshole clenched around me in time with each shout, as I thrust into her.
Emma was often multi-orgasmic, but she usually needed a break, she needed to switch to something else, to recover, before she could come again. But not that night. Emma simply kept right on as her climax fell away, rubbing her ass into my face, urgently frotting her clit.
I stuck right at it, screwing Emma's behind with my tongue and fingers, as Emma wanked, as Emma screamed as a second orgasm took her. She came a third time, her whole body was trembling, she was barely able to stay on her feet, but it felt and sounded like Emma couldn't bear to quit.
Another wanton idea struck me. Another spark of indecent inspiration I couldn't resist. As I next slid my tongue out of her asshole, I gave Emma another order. "Finger your ass. I want to see you slide your fingers up your butt."
Again, I wasn't sure if Emma would go for it, if she'd pretend she hadn't heard me, but once more, my girl surprised me. She took her left hand off her left buttock, she touched a fingertip to her asshole.
Emma stroked, she gently probed, but within seconds, she buried a slender finger up her bum. She fucked herself with it, exploring, testing, before she stuffed a second up her rear.
It was me who held her cheeks apart then, to get the best view I possibly could. To watch, from inches away, as my sweet, cute, outwardly gracious and virtuous girlfriend eased a third digit up her own bottom.
Emma went even further than I had, she screwed her ass with energy, she strained herself wider open with a fourth finger. Emma came like I'd never seen or heard her come as her fourth orgasm erupted, as she shrieked, as she convulsed with it, but that time, her legs actually did give out.
As her climax ebbed away, Emma slumped to the floor, groaning and laughing and shivering. I dropped down with her, I wrapped my arms around Emma as she turned to face me, I kissed her. I told her how insane that had been, that I'd never done anything hotter. But Emma looked up into my eyes, and she demanded I fuck her.
I helped Emma up onto the sofa. I pulled her top off, then my jeans and my underwear as she got rid of her bra. My dick had been so hard for so long, it was hurting.
Emma lay on her front with her thighs parted, without even the strength to go up onto her hands and knees. She watched me with a turned head, with a face glowing scarlet. "Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me...," she kept panting, almost chanting it.
With absolute bloody pleasure. I knelt between her legs, as close as I could get to Emma. I stayed upright so I could see my cock going into her. I lowered it to Emma's cunt, I drove forwards, I groaned as the magnificent wet warmth of Emma closed around me.
Emma mewled as I sank into her, as I pulled back, as I went deeper, as I fell to screwing her. Emma trembled beneath me, she gasped and whined, and then I realised she was trying to speak, but she could barely catch her breath enough to.
"No..." Emma gasped.
I slowed to a stop. She didn't want this?
"Fuck... me..."
I was, wasn't I?
"In... the... ass."
Woah. Had I heard that right?
"Please... Dan... Fuck... my... ass."
Maybe this was just dirty talk?
"Please... do it."
God, this was real, and Emma sounded pretty fucking insistent. My dick throbbed in her, at the need in Emma's voice.
I glided back to screwing Emma. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You want me to fuck your little ass?"
Emma groaned. "Yes."
"You want this big dick deep in your tight little asshole."
Her pussy clenched around me as Emma moaned. "Yes."
It felt like a dream as I slid out of Emma's pussy. It didn't feel like the real world, as I sat on my haunches, as I raised my prick an inch higher, as I pushed it between Emma's buttocks. That didn't stop me from giving her another order, though. "Spread your cheeks."
As ever, as she always did now, Emma dutifully reached back with both hands to part her curved, full, perfect buttocks for me.
Fuck, what a sight. Her pussy was puffy and glistening, her asshole was shining it was so wet from my spit, it was open and slack.
I knew you were always supposed to use lube for this, but we didn't have any to hand, and my cock was dripping from Emma's sopping cunt, and she was beyond relaxed, and this might be the only chance I ever got to fuck my girl's derrière. I went for it.
Emma moaned as I touched the head of my cock to her pucker. "Yes... Do it."
I both pushed against her, and pressed downwards, and it happened with surprising ease. There was a second of resistance, but no more, and then the very end of my dick was in her ass.
Emma gasped, she started trembling, again, as the first inch of me went into her, but it didn't sound like there was any pain in it. I groaned with her, as a glorious pressure closed around me.
I gave Emma time enough to catch her breath, before I sank more of my prick into her bottom. Her sphincter was like a wide band of squeezing, crushing, yet wonderfully soft warmth. As I slid through it, as I went further into her, Emma's back passage was snug, hot, silk around me.
I tried to go as slow as I could, I really did, to make sure Emma could adjust to me, but it was so fucking difficult, I was dying to experience more of that gripping pressure around my dick. Emma shook and grunted as I gradually eased myself into her to the hilt, till her asshole was tight around the base of my cock, till the rest of it was floating in her body.
Emma panted for breath, she was close to hyperventilating. She was shaking beneath me. I groaned each time her pucker twitched around my dick. It looked like she was right on the edge of what she could take, but then Emma moaned, "God... this is... fucking... insane. This is... so... much."
"You want me to pull out?"
"No, I... love... this... Fuck... me."
And so I did. I went as slowly as I could, as I eased back, as I drove deep into Emma's anus, and sweet bloody Jesus, nothing had ever felt as fantastic as this. The sensations of being in Emma's bottom, the warmth of her, the glorious tightness, and the fact that we were doing this, that I was in Emma's ass, my good girl's ass, it was incredible. And the sight of it was something I'll never forget: Emma lying prone below me, spreading her cheeks still, mewling and quivering as my dick slid to and fro in her asshole.
I went faster as Emma relaxed around me. I fell forwards onto my hands to bring my hips into it properly.
"Play with yourself," I told Emma, and again, she obeyed without hesitation.
Emma released her buttocks, her right hand went under her body to find her cunt, to get back onto her clitoris. Her left explored between her cheeks, Emma's fingertips roved over my cock as it pumped in and out of her, over her strained, open asshole as I took it.
Emma's moans rose to panting yelps of animal gratification as she strummed her clit, as I fucked her ass in earnest. I ploughed her with enough energy that I pressed Emma down into the sofa with each drive.
Words poured out of me as I really got into it, a stream of filthy nonsense that sent us both nuts: "Fuck, your ass feel so fucking good... You're so tight... You're so hot... You're such a fucking slut... I love you... I can't fucking believe I'm in your ass... I own this fucking ass now... I own you... God, I love you..."
Emma moved beneath me, she met my thrusts, she pressed up into me, asking for more, for harder, for faster. More than managing to take me, Emma was revelling in this, she was getting off on it, she needed more of it.
Her yapping moans came closer and closer as another orgasm neared, but I was quivering with tension, it was rising up my cock, and I didn't think I'd be able to hold out long enough for Emma to get there.
We moved in fast harmony as I pounded Emma's derrière, as she frantically chased her climax, as I tightened every muscle I could to try and keep mine at bay.
But it was no good. This was far too crazy. The pulsing sensation rose up my dick with each drive, I couldn't stop it, as it reached the very tip of me.
Emma must have heard it in my groaning, or felt it in my fucking, as her eyes came open, she turned her head to gaze up at me. "Come in... my... ass," she fairly yelled at me.
With those words echoing around my head, with me staring into Emma's flushed face, her wild eyes, I shoved as deep into her as I could get myself, and I released.
My orgasm hit me with so much force my vision blurry with it, as I bellowed, as my cock throbbed, as I came in Emma's back passage, as I filled her with surges of jetting jizz.
It sent Emma over the edge. She screamed as her final climax claimed her, as I filled her rear, as I twitched and juddered and gasped, deep in her derrière. Emma's asshole clenched rhythmically around me, in time with her yells, drawing my own orgasm out, making it better than I ever realised it could be.
"You really do have the best asshole in the world," I whispered to Emma, as I finally drew my softening prick out of her, as I lay atop Emma.
"You say the most romantic things," she sighed.
"You make me do the most insane things," I replied.
"Me? That was all you, you disgusting man."
I laughed at how quickly Emma could change, from demanding I come in her ass, to pretending it was all my idea minutes later. But no matter what Emma said, everything changed after that. You don't have sex like we'd just done and not do it again, and again and again, as often as you can.
- "Even if she never admitted it, I'd come to realize that Emma secretly reveled in disgusting things."
- "I'd assumed that Emma had known I liked girls' assholes, but I guess not."
- "Emma was wide-eyed as she showed me images of women's exposed assholes on her phone."
- "After that incident at the train station, Emma started to have a different perspective on anal play."
