Aina was horny. It was the worst spell of horniness she had ever had, and it had come over her suddenly. She couldn’t explain why, but her hormones were playing up and sex was on her mind all the time. It didn’t help that, in the mall where she had started a part-time job, there was a sex shop that she had to walk past every day.  

She often thought of going in out of curiosity. She was too afraid that she’d bump into someone she knew there. But so what if she did? It was a human need, like water and food. No one was embarrassed to be seen buying those things.

She’d tried masturbating with her fingers, but it wasn’t the same. It made her feel guilty and lonely. No, what she needed was a good seeing to. This would, preferably, come from her boyfriend Pep. If they lived in the same town, he would be able to help her with her problem, but he was still at college, far away. They were meeting soon, as the first year of college ended this week, but she wouldn’t see him until the weekend, a whole three days away.

Pep and Aina had agreed to an arrangement whereby both would be allowed to take a fuck buddy. They both had one, but with only three days to her next meeting with Pep, she felt that she couldn’t fall back on Pau. Her fuck buddy was for long absences, not three-day waits.

They had marked the weekend as a getaway. It was easier to do this now they both had a small income from part-time jobs, and their parents were accepting that they were able to do as they pleased. They sometimes giggled at the memory of the time they had to try three locations to lose their virginities in, as told in “The Tramp and the Fifty Euro Note”.

Aina’s shift finished in half an hour. She found herself involuntarily glancing over at the sex shop. It was as if it were calling to her. She could just…pop in. So what if she did meet one of her college lecturers in there? She was eighteen, for heaven’s sake. She hung up her apron at the allotted time and, steeling herself, went into the shop.

It was amazing! She hadn’t thought of herself as an especially naïve person. But the variety of weird stuff in there was incredible to her. Dildos, she knew about. She’d had one, now broken, purchased by mail order. But there were paddles and sticks and belts in this shop. And masks! And…chains!  There was every kind of cream and lotion. It was as if the Devil himself had opened a museum of sin. She wanted to come back with Pep just to show him this amazing place.

Impulsively, she grabbed a relatively cheap vibrating dildo and scuttled to the counter. Her card beeped away forty-five euros and she stuffed it into her bag, suddenly worried lest her parents were to see her bank statements.

That night, her flatmates were out. She settled down to try it out in the comfort of her bed. She turned off the bright main light and switched on the softer lamp to improve the mood. First, she read the instructions. Then she smeared some of the lubricant that came in the packet onto it. Then she undressed. Well, sort of. She just lowered her pajama trousers to her ankles. Aina opened her legs and started it up, sliding it up to her vagina as she did so. 

It certainly felt very different from Pep’s penis, but it was nice. Of course, it was nice, they tested them before they went on the…market! Her thought process was jolted as the dildo began to do good work. Wow, it was reaching the spots. Slowly, her vagina was embracing her new toy, learning its ways. With her spare hand, she pulled her pyjama top up and rubbed her belly, then her breasts.

Seven minutes later, Aina could feel liquid in her vagina, small traces of it running out and onto her thighs and the bed. She felt great, just amazing down there. She missed the masculine scent and the caresses and the kisses, she had to admit it. Pep didn’t need to worry about… about…being rep….

“Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Jesus! Oh, si! si!”

Frantic, she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it across her mouth, lest the neighbours should hear her in her ecstasy.

For fifteen minutes, she held the dildo inside herself. The pleasure came in waves, now just a pleasant tickle, now a powerful jolt and then, at last, the dam burst.

With her mouth covered, Aina screamed into her pillow as she came, waves of pleasure fountaining out as if a volcano had gone off inside her.

That night, in the comfort of her own bed, eight inches of moulded plastic took Aina to places she had never dreamt existed.

But when she was satisfied for the night, she felt a bit odd. Was she guilty? Why? She’d pleasured herself, not anyone else. And she was under no illusions that he was refraining from meeting his fuck buddy, or jacking off while they were apart. No, it wasn’t guilt. She just missed her boyfriend. She couldn’t wait for the weekend.                                         

                                                                                                                *

Her visit to the sex shop, and the amazing variety of things she had seen there, made quite an impression on Aina. In the intervening days, she researched other sex shops they could visit together. To her astonishment, she discovered one that was an actual supermarket of sex, with more than one floor! Alas, she was unable to make any more use of her new toy, as her flat mates were at home, and she knew she couldn’t keep quiet enough.

“Hotel is booked?”

“Yep. Same place in Loret del Mar.”

“Fine. I want to show you something before the weekend. Tomorrow afternoon, we’re going shopping.”

“Oh yeah? For what?”

“You’ll see.”

Pep had an inkling it would be something wacky. Why not just tell him where they were going if it was humdrum? But he wasn’t prepared for the breadth and depth of the supermarket. A two-storey sex shop was something he would never have believed existed.

“Just so you know, I went to one of these and got myself a toy. It’s strictly for use when you aren’t around to do the deed, you have my word.”

Pep laughed.

“I would like to see you use it.”

“All in good time, young man.”

They entered the vast warehouse and strolled around, both entranced by the sheer scale of it. Pep marveled at the gimp suits. They had a good giggle together at the plastic sex dolls and the fake vaginas.

When they got to the BDSM section, Aina paused. Something had caught her eye. It was a stick, just a thin piece of…what, bamboo? It was about two feet long and had a leather handle.

She picked it up. She could pretend to be simply curious if he saw her with it. She hovered, unsure whether to go ahead, as if she were signing for a large loan or a new pet. It was a threshold moment. If she bought this, it would be sharing an intimate secret fantasy with him.

She’d imagined being spanked. She’d imagined being struck lightly but firmly with something like this. She’d imagined being ordered to bend over.

Seeing what she had in her hand, Pep did a momentary double take. He knew that he had to act quickly, or she’d pretend she was just curious. He marched straight up to her.

“Spanking? I’m game if you are,” he whispered into her ear, which he then kissed. She turned, beaming. It was something she’d been afraid she could never share. 

Twenty-four hours later, the stick, lubricant, condoms, and Aina’s toy were all packed in her wheelie bag and winging their way to Lloret del Mar on the train. It was going to be a weekend to remember.

                                                                                                *

They’d made love for three blissful quarters of an hour. They’d tumbled around the bed. The headboard was a little shakier, Pep and Aina’s activities having taken their toll. The previously made bed was in a state of disrepair. The sheets had been grasped and tugged at and they bore the stains of bodily fluids from both man and woman. The pleasantness of the breeze wafting through the open window and onto their naked bodies had been commented on. There was a used condom in the bin. Now, they were sitting up together. And it was time to discuss the next round. It was time to cross the threshold between fantasy and reality.

“So, here’s what we’ll do. We’ll flip a coin for who goes first. Every three strikes, we ask ‘Am I getting through to you?’. If the answer is no that means you can take harder swats. If it is yes, it means the swats are the right strength. And if the answer is ‘absolutely’, that’s the safe word and we stop.”

Aina nodded. She was impressed by Pep’s knowledge of how this was supposed to be done. But then, this was a guy who had researched how to lick her vagina more effectively on google, so she could hardly be shocked.

“Are you ready now?” he asked.

“Yes, if you are.”

Pep rummaged in his pockets for a coin, and Aina went to the bag and found the cane. She swung it in the air twice.

“One other thing. This is kind of a fantasy. So, we should get dressed and act out the whole scene, eh?”

Aina giggled. She hadn’t thought of that.

“You mean, like ‘drop those pants, girl, and bend over the desk!’?” 

“Yeah!”

They both pulled on their trousers and their tops.

“We should really try to…be serious when the moment…comes…” Pep said, barely able to stop himself from laughing as he said it. But when he laughed, Aina grew serious. She guided him onto the bed, lying on top of him. And as she spoke, she punctuated every other word with a peck on his lips. Pep listened intently. Although they were dressed now, it was extraordinarily intimate, her spilling her heart out as she kissed him.

“Pep, this is something I’ve thought about since I was young. I don’t know why, but it’s an important fantasy for me. I’d appreciate it if you take it seriously.”

Pep nodded. Then he decided to take control.

“You’re going first. Go to the bathroom, and when you come out, we’ll be in character.”

Aina smiled and kissed him again. Then she got up and walked to the bathroom.

Pep seized the stick and swished it through the air. He tried it, on the palm of his hand. Ok. Not too painful. Then he reached behind and gave himself a stroke on his bottom. Oh! It was slightly painful, but it faded quickly. No doubt the strength of the stroke mattered, and it wasn’t easy caning yourself. Twisting your arm like that robbed the thing of its power.

Pep sat on the edge of the bed. No, it wasn’t going to be comfortable here. There was a sort of armchair that went with the desk. He sat there. Perfect.

“Aina, come here,” he said loudly.

She emerged from the bathroom. The picture of coy innocence. Her curly brown hair was tied back. Blue eyes looked through the lenses of her glasses.

“You know why I’m going to spank you. Now, take off your trousers and lie across my lap.”

Wordlessly, Aina unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She even feigned an expression of reluctance.

“Those panties need to come off too,” said Pep firmly.

Aina complied solemnly.

Pep couldn’t help but look over between her legs.

“Here,” Pep indicated his lap.

Aina bent down and stretched across his thighs. She felt his hand rub the small of her back, and his knees press into her tummy. It was a nice, comfortable position to be in. She closed her eyes and waited. She had not been spanked since she was about nine, and that had been very short and sharp. This wasn’t like that, though. She didn’t feel she was being punished. It wasn’t a submissive act. She wanted her bottom smacked because she knew the warm sting was pleasant.

She was surprisingly heavy across his knee, but Pep loved feeling her weight pressed there. He couldn’t resist rubbing his hand over her bare bottom, but a moment later he raised his hand and brought it firmly down on her left cheek. There was a slap sound, but Aina didn’t react.

He smacked her twice more.

“Am I getting through to you yet?”

“No.”

 He smacked her harder. Three times, two on the left buttock and one on the right.

 “Am I getting through to you yet?”

“No.”

Aina felt her skin tingle with each smack. It felt nice. Really nice. The flat of his hand was producing a gentle sting, not painful but pleasant. And the intimacy of lying across his knee with her bottom exposed was hot. Three more smacks came.

“Am I getting through to you yet?”

“No.”

After the third round of hand spanking, Pep said,

“I think what you need is a dose of my cane.”

He seized the wooden instrument and laid a firm crack onto her ass. This time, she reacted.

“Ow!”

Pep hesitated. Was that too much? She hadn’t used the safe word…

Another stroke from the stick.

“Ah ha!”

Another.

“Ufff.”

“Am I getting through to you yet?”

“Yes!”

This was an invitation for more of the same, and he duly administered another stroke. Aina’s bottom was changing colour. It was assuming a rapidly deepening pink.

Another round of three passed. She cried out at each one, but he still had permission.

Aina was locked in a personal struggle. She had now crossed the pain threshold. It was hurting. But she wanted to see how much she could bear. How strong could she be?

 If she had been in the hands of a stranger, a principal, or an administrator of judicial punishment, this would have been an awful experience.

But she was in a locked hotel room with a man she loved and trusted. Rules and limits had been set. She was safe. It was ok to enjoy this tingling, pleasurable awakening of her backside.

Stroke eight landed across her crack. Stroke nine hit her left cheek. One more, she decided.

Smack!

Pep was smacking Aina, but he was also rock-hard. It was uncomfortable, being so erect in jeans.

Smack!

That was eleven. Her skin was now not pink, but red. She cried out.

Smack!

“Am I getting through to you yet?”

“Absolutely!”

Pep smiled. But he was quite unprepared for what she did next.

Aina got up, off his knees. She rubbed her sore bottom a little. She wiped the small tears from her eyes.

But then, she moved so her face was inches from Pep’s. She looked deep into his eyes and said, quietly,

“I want you to fuck me like you never have before. As hard as you can, right now.”

He saw in her expression that she was deadly serious. The sweet, civilized part of Aina, her kindness, her interest in other people, her thoughtful creativity, had, for the moment, departed. She was an animal standing before him at that moment. A Homo sapien with a body crying out to mate. He nodded.

Pep stripped naked and put on a condom. Aina pulled her top off and took to her knees. Pep entered her.

What happened then shocked Pep. He hadn’t known he was capable of such animal force, such passion with a woman. And he hadn’t known a woman could want or enjoy such treatment, but it was Aina who egged him on, crying,

“More! More! Harder!”

Pep drilled into Aina like a jackhammer. He slammed his body against her, his belly bumping into her red, sore rear end as hard and fast as he could, and she cried out with great lungfuls of air as she came, and this was not like their previous lovemaking, which had been tender and sweet and empathic, this was raw, fierce and instinctive, and it lasted just five minutes until he shot his load in her and they collapsed onto the bed gasping.

“What was that?” she said, as if to herself. “My God.”

They lay in silence for a while.

“I don’t know what happened,” she said. “I don’t know who that was. I never…felt that way before.”

And it was true. She had wanted nothing less than what he’d given her. But she’d never felt such…overwhelming, out of control, boundless lust before, and it scared her a little.

They dressed and went out for dinner. They said little though. Both were deep in thought.

After a couple of glasses of wine, Aina loosened up a bit. They went for a walk, and then another drink. It was almost ten when they got back to the room. They didn’t undress right away. They lay on the bed drinking cans of beer and watching TV, and between the beer and the wine, they were both getting tipsy. Pep chose a moment to broach the subject.

“So, if you’d like to make use of that cane, I’d be interested. It is my turn.”

Aina giggled.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

It took a while to persuade her that he really wanted it, but she was willing to oblige at length.

“Young man, go downstairs and buy some more beer. When you return, your punishment will await you!”

Pep hurried downstairs. He was getting hard just thinking about Aina spanking him and then, presumably, fucking her again. It took ten minutes until he was back.

And when he arrived, he couldn’t believe his eyes. She’d changed her appearance to that of a schoolmistress. She’d made her face up, put her hair in a bun, and put on her glasses. And she was wearing her black dress and standing by the chair, cane in hand. Grinning, he deposited the beers in the mini bar and stood to attention.

“Young man, you left the toilet seat up again. Furthermore, you were too slow with those beers, and you left condom packets all over the floor.”

“That was you!”

“Silence. It is time you were spanked. You will expose your bottom and lean over this chair.”

Pep couldn’t help but smile. She barked at him,

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face, boy, and get those trousers down.”

Pep lowered his trousers and underpants to his knees.

“Bend over.”

He did, and immediately his erection blossomed.

Aina thought she’d done very well not to laugh. She looked at Pep’s ass, tight and muscular. He had a nice ass. It seemed a shame to desecrate it, but she knew it must be done. She drew the cane back and…

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Pep gasped at that one.

“Am I getting through to you?”

“No.”

Three swats later, Pep’s bum was really stinging, but he wanted to be manly for Aina. So, he said no again, inviting even harder strokes. She obliged.

“Am I getting through to you?”

After fifteen strokes, his bottom was on fire, and he desperately wanted to say the word. He gritted his teeth and determined to make one more set.

Crack!

“Owwwwwww!”

Crack!

“Ouch! Fuck!”

Crack!

This time, he ended the session. When he stood from the submissive position, he looked at his ass in the mirror and it was like a tomato.

“Wow, you’re lethal with that thing!”

“I’m amazed you took so many.”

“Tough guy, tough ass.”

She laughed.

“Now, let’s see what we can do with this…”

Aina took his erect penis in her hands and began to jerk him off. With his ass still stinging, it felt really good. She rubbed some lube on her hands and proceeded to give him a very agreeable hand job. He felt the skin on his ass tingle, and the nerve endings on his cock react as she twisted her palm on the end and jerked back and forth, then she squeezed his balls. Pep came standing up, and it sprayed onto the carpet.                                                                                             

They had spanked each other and fucked each other. But the night ended with Pep and Aina holding hands in the tub, which was overflowing with bubble bath and smelt delicious. The room was lit with candles. They kissed often and spoke little. They relaxed with cold beers. And they wondered what they’d ever do without the other.

                                                                                                *

A year had now passed since Aina and Pep had lost their virginities together, as told in the first story in this series. Pep jumped off the train in Madrid, wondering what he and Aina would get up to in the bedroom. It had been, what, two months since the last time they’d met? Yes, two months since the amazing night they’d tried spanking. He’d come to believe that the absence was good for their sex life. They did it with an energy and passion that simply wouldn’t be there if they lived together. And, yes, the fact that they had permitted each other a fuck buddy certainly helped.

As it was his birthday again, he was planning to request a sixty-nine. God, he loved doing that. He’d found that he preferred it with her on top (it was easier for her to suck him skillfully from above), but he found it easier to make her come when he was on top, so they rotated when the need called. Oh, he was getting hard just thinking about it. He’d see her in two hours…

Just then, a message popped into his phone. Aina.

“Pep, have you pooped today?”

“Er…yes. Why?”

“Just curious!”

                                                                                                *            

 At college, in Granada, Aina shared a flat with three friends. There was Clara and David, a couple. And there was Jonatan. There was never anything sexual between her and any of them. Jonatan was, in fact, gay. But one day, he left a magazine lying around that caught Aina’s eye. It was a Men’s Health magazine, and there was a suitably butch hunk on the cover. She picked it up and flicked through it. One of the articles was entitled,

“A complete guide to your prostate!”. This was not an area of the anatomy she knew about, although she had heard it was a common cause of health problems in men. Aina read the article.

“Found about five centimeters above your rectum, in some ways your prostate is the frenemy within. Almost all men get cancer of the prostate if they live long enough, and the treatment is certainly unpleasant. Removal of the gland means the end of sexual function, for one thing.

The good news is a healthy prostate is a g-spot for men…”

Aina read on, then looked up the Wikipedia article. Apparently, a prostate massage was an extremely pleasurable experience. This got Aina thinking. It did sound kind of gross. But then, she’d thought that about oral sex, and now she loved it. Pep’s birthday was coming up. She’d at least consider it.

                                                                                                                *

“So, do you want your surprise now, or later?”

They were in the shower together, making out, engaging in foreplay.

“Now. Is it a present?”

“Kind of. I’m going to try something new on you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“But you have to be blindfolded for it.”

“It’s a sexual thing?”

“Yes!”

“Will you tell me what it is?”

At this point, she was carefully cleaning his bottom with a sponge. He did not make the connection.

“No, you have to put on the blindfold and submit.”

“Submit? Like spanking?”

“Not exactly. So, are you game?”

“I’ll like it?”

“Yes, Pep, obviously. I wouldn’t be doing it if not. But if you don’t, you can tell me to stop, ok?”

“Ha! You’re making me nervous now.”

“Come on. Enough chat. Do you want it or not?”

“Damn right.”

“Ok, then let’s get dry.”

They dried up and both were wrapped in their towels. She went to her handbag and pulled out the blindfold. She tied it around Pep’s head. She then got out the tube of lubricant she had bought. She led him to the sink in the bathroom, which was still pleasantly warm and steamy.

“Brace yourself here and put your legs apart. Jut your bottom out a little.”

She had him brace himself against the sink. He was quite hard already.

“Aina, this is weird. What’s going on? Spanking? I’m not really in the mood…”

“Stay calm, Pep. Just trust me. Relax, stay calm. Close your eyes and let me do this.”

Pep had started to worry she was preparing to do something awful to him, perhaps in revenge for something she wrongly imagined he’d done to her. Nothing prepared him for what she did then.

First, the towel fell away, and he was naked again. He felt her fingers prize apart his buttocks. Then, a wet, cold press at his sphincter…

Aina had read up carefully on how to find his prostate. She knew it was something like a walnut, about two inches up. She was enjoying the power she had over him at that moment. His nervous vulnerability made her feel strong and in control. And she liked that she had the chance to gift him something unexpected and pleasurable. She felt her finger slip in…eww!

It was kind of gross, even if there was lube covering her finger. Forget about that. Focus on his pleasure. She reached up…

“Ah! Aina! What the hell are you doing?!”

“You are getting your first and possibly only prostate massage, young man. Enjoy!”

Aina’s finger climbed up Pep’s rectum. He knew it was supposed to be pleasurable, and it was, but there was something instinctive in him that wanted to get her out of there. He was resisting the urge to tell her to stop.

Pep felt her reach around and begin to massage his penis with her other hand, and then the finger which was inside his bottom stopped climbing. She began to stroke very, very gently inside.

“Oh God! Oh God!”

His penis had never felt like this before. Something about having his prostate touched was electrifying it. It felt like it was about to launch off his body like a rocket. Her finger moved back and forth in his ass, brushing it with a light touch. Oh, it felt so fucking good! He felt his sphincter throbbing at being so wide. The combination of being pleasured intensely in two areas at once was incredible. She was jerking his cock now, and she’d put lube gel on this hand too…

“Come, my love. Come!”

Pep stamped his foot, unable to stand still, and still, she jerked and tickled him, and then, with a roar, he ejaculated the hardest he had ever come. Semen poured out of him. Aina had never thought a guy could produce so much. It was like a fountain!

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Aina smiled, then she said,

“Hold still.”

Gently, she removed her finger from his bottom and quickly pushed it under the tap. When she’d washed her hands thoroughly, she left him alone in the bathroom to clean up.

                                                                                                *

“Seriously, where did you learn about that?”

They lay naked in each other’s arms.

“From my gay housemate’s magazine.”

“It was…incredible. The best birthday present ever.”

“That’s not something I want to make a practice of, eh? Just once in a blue moon.”

“No, sure.”

They were silent for a while.

Pep spoke first.

“Aina, now your finger has…been up there, have you ever thought about…me, being inside you there?”

Aina had taken a personality test once. It had, accurately, told her that she was an extremely creative person, and that she was unusually open to new experiences. Aina was fascinated by the variety of experiences that human life offered.

Aina had thought about anal sex. She didn’t want anal sex in the same sense she wanted a family or an orgasm or to be a published writer, the great ambition of her life.

She wanted it like she wanted to visit Space or have a night in a BDSM dungeon or star in a threesome porno movie, with two ten-inch cocks inside her. She didn’t desire it. But she wondered what it would be like.

“What are you thinking?” Pep said at length.

“I can’t decide,” she said, truthfully.

“If you never want to do it, that’s fine. But I’ll do it if you want me to.”

“Let me sleep on it.”

Aina was on her side, Pep on his back, and he reached over and placed his hand on her bare ass, caressing her buttocks lovingly.

“I’m not sure I could desecrate these peaches!”

Aina giggled. Then Pep said,    

“We could google it. Siri, what is anal sex like? We could investigate it together?”

Pep was a strange lad, she thought. He didn’t appear to show any interest in pornography. Instead, he liked to read about sex. He liked to research how to do various sexual acts. He liked to read about her having sex with her fuck buddies.

They googled that search term, and found sentences like,

“Anal can be very pleasurable.”

“With consent and lubricant, it can be a real break from the norm.”

“It’s not for everyone. Some women find it too painful.”

“Rough anal sex can land a woman in hospital. But it doesn’t have to be rough.”

They both saw these lines through different eyes. Pep tended to intellectual curiosity. Was it really possible that a woman would enjoy anal sex? Until that night, he’d never imagined anything would go up his bottom, but now that it had, perhaps it would feel good for her too? But his penis was considerably larger than her index finger. He didn’t want to ask her to do it. He wanted her to ask him to.

Aina read up. She was terribly curious, but also a little afraid. But there was a difference between fantasy and reality. It was a little like imagining being spanked. A vague sense of shame at being attracted to the idea hung in the air.

They didn’t do anal that night, but they did have sex. Pep went down on Aina for a long, long time. He had mastered cunnilingus by now, at least with the vagina he knew. He went down on her to repay her for the prostate massage, and each lick was like a sentence in a thank you note. He stroked and flicked his tongue on her pussy, listening carefully to her responses as he slowly crafted her orgasm. He knew the signs she was getting there. Sometimes she’d grip his hair. Sometimes, she threw her arms back behind her head…

Aina massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples, felt Pep’s tongue pleasure her. This was sweet. But the idea churned around her head. What was anal like? But why would she want to, when an orgasm…through…oh yes…through her…ah…vagina…felt….oh…oh…so…so…good!

“Pep, I want you inside me, please. Now!”

                                                                                                *

As Aina bent over, she was torn between excitement at a new experience, nerves, and guilt. Regular sex was one thing, but what would her friends or her parents think if they knew she had agreed to take a penis up her bottom? She briefly imagined the news leaking out and becoming a local sensation, plastered across the front pages of newspapers. Covered in coast-to-coast broadcasts. Aina had anal sex! Would people see her the same way if they knew?

Pep squeezed the last of the lube onto his finger. He parted her buttocks and rubbed the liquid gel onto her sphincter. It was a bit gross, but she’d done it to him. She’d asked for this, and he knew his cock was in for a treat. It was also one of the last parts of her outer body he’d never touched, so, in a sense, he was collecting a card to complete the set. Right, new condom on. Ok, ready to go. Pep pressed his penis to her backside, no, he needed to use his hands to part the buttocks again. Up to the edge...

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He was on his knees, but he found he needed more force.

“This’ll be easier if I stand.”

He did, and she dutifully shuffled back to the very edge of the bed. He tried again, and with more leverage to his thighs, his penis was able to penetrate her. He heard Aina give an

“Oh!” as his dick entered her ass with a pop.

Oh wow! Oh, that was…weird. Uncomfortable but also alluring. For Aina, Pep’s penis suddenly seemed enormous. It was transformed from what was a normal-sized cock to a leviathan of penises. Oh, Christ. Now he was pumping, and it felt…nice, she guessed. It wasn’t agonizingly painful…she’d have stopped it, if it was. It was different from vaginal penetration, though. Every stroke made her gasp. Anal sex was a much, much more intense experience. His penis thrust into her bottom. At once, this felt naughty and dirty and wild and exciting and dangerous and painful and pleasurable and trustful and intimate and rude and uncivilized and gross and loving...

Pep’s main thought as he pressed himself firmly into Aina’s bottom was curiosity. What did it feel like for her? How could he ever find out? He could ask her to put three fingers up his ass. He could go to bed with a man. He could ask her to put her vibrator up there. He could put his own fingers up there. He thrust again, her sphincter was so, so tight around his cock. This felt amazing. He knew he would have to increase his speed if he was to reach orgasm. But he didn’t want to really hurt her…

It didn’t take many thrusts to loosen Aina’s tongue. She gasped then she spoke softly, as if to herself, and then her voice, unbidden, rose.

“Ah! Ahh! Oh! Ah!”

“You ok?”

“Yeah!”

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

She didn’t reply, unless you could count more “Ah!” and “Oh!” as a reply.

Pep felt that orgasm was coming soon. He increased his speed a little and heard Aina react. It must be really hurting now, surely? But she hadn’t asked him to stop…

Aina was on her knees. Her head was resting on the bed. Her ass was high and tight in the air. Her weight was eased by her elbows, and she was gripping the back of her head with her hands. She was rocking back and forth, feeling the pleasure mount. Oh, fuck it…

“Harder, Pep. Faster!”

He increased his speed.

Would she ever sit comfortably again? She wasn’t sure but it would be worth it to have experienced sex this intense…oh Jesus…oh Christ!

Pep couldn’t believe how tight her sphincter was around his dick. It was like a fist gripping it. He was impressed by the way she was ignoring or seeing through the pain as he drove his dick higher into her rear end.   

After ten minutes and forty-three seconds of anal sex, Pep and Aina came together. Aina lost her self-possession and yelled.

“Yes! Yes!”

It wasn’t their first simultaneous orgasm, but it was the best they’d had.

When her orgasm had died down, Aina felt the pain in her rectum ease as he deflated. It was definitely bathroom time. When he was out, she got up and ran.

Pep watched her limp out of the loo. She climbed into bed with him. They were silent for a while.

“Was it ok?” he said at last.

“I don’t know if I’m going to want to do that again. But I’m glad I know what it’s like.”

Tired out by the physicality of her first anal experience, she fell asleep, and, soon after, so did he.

                                                                                                *

When they awoke, they made mad, passionate love. Aina came twice, on her back and riding his penis. Twenty minutes later, satisfaction through penetration achieved, and the condom discarded, Pep filled up her belly button with his cum.

Smiling, Aina watched him in the last seconds of his ecstasy, jacking it hard, his eyes closed, his dick inches above her tummy, and she remembered when he’d been so nervous with her on their first time together that he’d asked permission to touch her.

We'll leave them now. They are making out, gazing deep into each other's eyes. Pep is brushing her hair. She can feel her right arm going numb, but doesn't want to break the embrace. Neither would be anywhere else for a million dollars.