by Claire Kent
He played around my pussy for a few seconds, then kept sliding the little device back and into the crease of my butt.
When I felt the vibrations pushing against my other entrance, I experienced a jolt of sensation and a flash of startled anxiety. I reared up, arching my spine. “Oh!”
Josh moved the vibrator away. “Tell me when you want me to try that again. It will make it easier later.”
“Right.” I settled back into position and gave him a sheepish look over my shoulder. “Sorry. Had a little freak-out.” I was red with embarrassment, and I felt like an idiot.
I was the one who had wanted this. And nothing about it had been painful or uncomfortable. I just needed to get over my self-consciousness, to let myself be vulnerable.
I’d done all kinds of other sexual stuff with Josh, and he hadn’t let me down. We would be okay in this too.
Josh had been slicking up the vibrator with lube, and he murmured warmly, “Perfectly understandable. There’s no way I’d let anyone get near my ass with this thing.”
It was exactly the right thing to say, and I couldn’t help but giggle stupidly in response. When I caught my breath, I said, “Okay. Try again.”
He held it against my entrance once more and waited for me to relax my muscles.
I took a few deep breaths and made myself release my hold.
The vibrator wasn’t as big as his cock, but it was definitely bigger than his finger.
And it vibrated.
I whimpered as he slid the slim device inside me, slid it out, applied more lubricant, then slid it back in.
It didn’t hurt at all. But it felt so incredibly strange. And the foreign intrusion combined with the gentle vibrations against my very tight walls sent intense and entirely new sensations coursing through my body.
Panting erratically, I tried to get used to the feeling, squirming my hips and stretching my back.
“That's right. How is it?” Josh was stroking and squeezing my right butt cheek, and he began to pump the vibrator smoothly inside me. “Is it all right?”
“Yeah,” I choked, feeling a strange, new rhythm developing in the instinctive motion of my pelvis. “Feels…” I grunted, as it suddenly felt like he’d managed to hit my g-spot despite the fact he wasn’t in my pussy. “Good.”
“All right,” Josh repeated, like he was trying to soothe a spooked animal. “Make sure you tell me if you stop liking it. Do you think you can manage to reach your clit?”
I was hugging my arms to my chest, and I was concentrating so much on adjusting to my confused feelings that it took me a minute to figure out what he’d just ask. “Oh.” I released my arms and moved one of my hands down between my thighs. “Yeah.”
“Rub yourself off some more. It should help.” He intensified the speed at which he was pumping the vibrator. “But try not to come yet.”
I did as he’d instructed and rubbed my clit as well as I could in my hot, dazed state of mind. The additional stimulation helped a lot, and I felt the bizarre intensity I’d felt earlier transform into the shape of a growing orgasm.
I grunted, using my free hand to clutch at the bedding and pressing my hot cheek down against the pillow. “Fuck, Josh. It’s working.”
The climax that was developing inside me was deep and full and powerful—with an added component I just wasn’t used to—but just as my fingers on my clit were getting frantic, Josh pulled the vibrator out of my ass.
“Sorry, baby,” he said in a strained voice. “But try not to come yet.” He readjusted himself behind me so his cock was in the appropriate position. He had the condom and the lube in his hand. “Are you comfortable enough?”
I wasn’t sure I was really comfortable, but that was mostly because of what I knew was about to happen. And I wanted it. I did. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Josh squeezed out a substantial amount of lubricant on his hands, then rubbed it along my crease, my entrance, and—when I let his finger in—my back channel.
Then he rolled on the condom and lubed up his cock, and I peered over my shoulder as he lined himself up at my bottom.
I saw a glimpse of the expression in his eyes then, even in the dark, as he stared down at his cock, poised to enter me like this.
And, despite his patience and gentleness, there was an almost primal flare of his nostrils.
Josh wasn’t doing this just for me. He would enjoy it too.
It made me want to squirm but relieved me at the same time.
Noticing my observation, his eyes softened. “You need to talk to me, Leslie. Tell me if anything hurts. Tell me if I go too fast.”
I nodded mutely. Then tensed up automatically as I felt the head of his erection pushing against me.
“Baby,” Josh murmured, “just think about the vibrator.”
This wasn’t the vibrator. It was his cock. And it was a lot bigger. And no one had ever penetrated me like this.
Josh pulled back as I tensed up, released his cock, and rubbed my bottom in a strong massage. “You need to decide for yourself if you really want this,” he said at last, as if he’d once again read my mind. “It will be uncomfortable if you clench up like that. I’m not doing anything unless you let me in.”
“Right.” I was blazing with embarrassment again. What the hell was wrong with me? “I’m ready.”
“Next time, instead of trying to relax, when you feel me there, try to push out.”
I gulped. “What?”
Josh’s lips quirked, and he gave me a significant look. “You know what I mean.”
I did know what he meant, and it made me flush even hotter.
I had a brief moment of panic—a different kind of panic this time—but I decided I was as clean as I was likely to be down there.
He’d been quite matter-of-fact about the possible messiness earlier. And the lights were off—which helped a little.
While I’d been convincing myself that there was nothing to be shy about, Josh had lubed up his cock again. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
Swallowing hard, I let out a deep breath and relaxed all my muscles. “I’m ready.”
He aligned his erection behind me again and then I felt him nudging at my back entrance. “Why don’t you rub your clit?” he suggested. When I did as he said, he pressed forward a little more. “Push out now.”
I did as he said automatically, bearing down instead of trying to force myself to relax.
I felt the head of his cock entering.
“Eh,” I whimpered, arching my neck at the unnatural feeling.
“Good, baby,” Josh encouraged me, pushing in about an inch, then pulling back out.
He silently squeezed out more lube, rubbed it on, and then pushed into me again, this time going a little deeper.
I was starting to sweat, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I rubbed my clit desperately and whined again—an instinctive sound I couldn’t control—as I felt more of his hard cock inside me.
Then the pressure was suddenly relieved when he slid out.
After lubing up yet again, he pushed into me a third time, going even deeper. He repeated the pattern three more times, adding more lube at every retreat and always halting when I began to whimper.
I fell into a blurred daze as the cycle continued, losing track of specifics as I concentrated on opening myself up and not freaking out.
Until, before I was really prepared, Josh was inside me all the way, buried in my very tight channel, filling my so intensely that my brain could barely process it.
The only sound I could make was a choked sob.
Josh was pressed up against my back, his legs fitting snugly against mine. He was big and hard and strong, and I could feel everything about him—his heat, his tense presence, his chest against my bare back, his thighs brushing against mine, his heavy breathing, and bristly jaw.
And his cock. His cock all the way inside me.
“Yes,” Josh hissed as he sank into me completely, his arms wrapping around me in a tight e
mbrace. “Fuck, baby, yes. Sweet Jesus, you feel so good. So tight.”
I’d never heard him sound like that before.
I couldn’t think clearly enough to sort it out, however. I couldn’t do anything but feel. Everything.
I felt like some kind of sweating, panting, primitive creature. Nothing at all like Leslie.
I made another little sob in my throat—not of pain, distress, or fear but of utter, helpless feeling.
Josh tensed at the sound. He pulled his shoulders and chest back slightly. Rasped, “Baby, you need to tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not,” I choked, wriggling my hips and almost surprised that I could still move. “Doesn’t hurt.”
It didn’t hurt. I could feel myself very tightly stretched, but it wasn’t even horribly uncomfortable.
It was just so, so much.
I wriggled some more and struggled to catch and slow my breathing. I was through the scariest part now—all I needed to do was see if I could enjoy it.
Josh still wasn’t moving. Certainly wasn’t thrusting. But my wiggling must be getting to him because I heard him grunt and suck in an urgent breath.
“Are you ready for me to start moving?” he asked, adjusting his body behind me again in order to get in a position with more leverage.
“Yeah.” I was as ready as I’d ever be, and the pressure was strong and deep below my belly. I kept one hand on my swollen clit and clung desperately to the bedding with the other. Turning my head down, I made a few loud whimpers into the pillow as I felt Josh make his first, tight thrust.
It still didn’t hurt. We’d used plenty of lubrication, and he was moving inside me pretty easily. But it felt like thousands of nerve endings were firing all at once, and the stretched, overly full sensation intensified.
“All right?” He held himself still again, waiting for my response.
I managed to turn my head back slightly so the pillow wouldn’t muffle my response. “Yeah. I’m good.”
I wasn’t sure I was good. I didn’t know what I was.
He started to work up a rhythm, neither hard nor particularly fast. But he was panting desperately behind me as he pumped his cock inside my ass, and I could hear him moan occasionally or swear under his breath when I tightened my muscles or shifted in front of him.
I tried to get used to it. It was the same bizarre, overly deep feeling I’d experienced with his finger and the vibrator, but it was far more intense this time. As he continued, the slight physical discomfort eased completely, and it was replaced by a building pressure at my center that was vaguely familiar but also entirely new.
After checking with me a couple of times, Josh let himself work up to a faster rhythm. He was starting to grunt softly now as his pelvis connected with the soft flesh of my ass. And his thrusts were still gentle—they couldn’t be anything else in this position—but they were starting to shake the bed.
“Eh,” I gasped, clawing at the mattress with the desperate need for something to push against. My body was moving with his, my ass pushing back against him involuntarily. “Eh heh.”
“Fuck, baby. How is it?”
“Eh!” It was the only response I seemed to be capable of. The strange, full feeling was driving me crazy. My hair was sticking all over my face, and it felt like my eyes might explode. I felt myself helplessly trapped between the mattress and Josh’s thrusts. I rubbed my clit as much as I could, but I didn’t have the coordination to make the massage very effective.
“Can you come?”
My eyes were blurring over, and I was genuinely afraid I was going to melt. “Not,” I choked, “from…just this.”
Josh made a strange, strangled sound, but he shifted to grope behind him. His thrusting lessened by necessity as his upper body pulled away from mine a bit.
I moved for him willingly, making a whining sound at the shift in positions. Then I heard something. It took the noise a while to get through the thick glaze in my mind.
Then I jerked. “No,” I whimpered, looking back blindly for the vibrator I heard. “Been in my butt.”
“Not this one.” Josh must be sweating as much as I was. His body was hot and damp behind me. “This is the other one.”
Through foggy eyes, I realized that he was holding the second mini vibrator. “M’kay,” I mumbled, writhing against him as his cock felt like it was splaying me from behind.
He reached around my middle and lowered the vibrator to my clit, holding it there, rocking us both with a forward roll of his pelvis.
“Eh heh,” I sobbed, my voice loud and uncontrolled as the vibrations slammed into my swollen clit.
“Can you hold it there?” Josh brought one of my hands up and positioned it over the vibrator.
I nodded through my helpless whines and held on to the vibrator as he readjusted us to our former position.
Bracing myself once more with my free forearm, I buried my face in the pillow again, nearly screaming as Josh once more began to thrust.
“You need to tell me how you’re doing, baby,” Josh demanded, his voice so strained, it sounded painful.
I turned my face just enough to free my mouth. My hot breath wafted around my face as I panted frantically against the pillow. “Oh, God! It’s…oh, God…I can’t…”
I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts at this point. I was bombarded with too many sensations, and I felt utterly powerless against them.
He broke off his thrusting with a strangled grunt. “Can’t what? You want me to stop?”
“No!” My voice was loud and uncontrolled. “Don’t stop!” I squirmed as the sensations turned me inside out. “Need to come. Make me come.”
“Come, baby,” Josh murmured thickly, his mouth in my hair. “Leslie, let go. Let go. You can come.”
I knew he needed me to come soon. His pelvis was bumping against my ass almost clumsily now, and his body was so tight it was shaking. He was on the verge of coming, but he didn’t want to come without me.
“Trying,” I choked, pushing the vibrator against my clit as hard as I could.
I was folded almost in a ball on my side. And I was so frantic and overwhelmed by the sensations that I began to sob for real, tears burning in my eyes and spotting the pillow.
“Leslie.” Josh stiffened with a muffled exclamation. “Baby!”
I sobbed as the intense and conflicted sensations built up with unbearable pressure and then exploded in spasms of release. It felt like every part of me was convulsing, clenching, spasming as my body shook helplessly, riding out the waves that overtook me.
My muscles clamped down ruthlessly around Josh’s cock, and he shouted something wordless and primal as he started to jerk and shake too.
As my orgasm surged through me, I felt him swell and pulse inside my tightly clenching muscles. Then I heard him make another helpless noise as he finally came.
Still sobbing, I dropped the vibrator without turning it off. And I finally started to feel my muscles unclench and a familiar wash of relaxation pass over me.
But, with it, I felt an odd weight, low in my belly. Heavy. Inexplicable. My heart was hammering so violently it hurt, and my lungs, throat, and eyes burned.
I squirmed as Josh pulled his cock out of me, leaving my back passage raw and wet and achy. My clit was throbbing so intently that every move I made triggered a sharp pang. My nose was running, and I realized there was a line of drool on the corner of my lip.
Josh was panting as loudly as I was, and he’d sprawled out on the other side of the bed, his eyes closed and his flushed face transformed by a raw satisfaction, visible even in the dark.
The sight of him like that made the heavy weight in my gut deepen even more.
I couldn’t begin to understand it.
“All right, baby?” he asked, his voice strained and weak. His eyes were open now as he watched me in the dark.
I nodded mutely, having no idea what to say.
After a moment, he hauled himself off the bed, picked up the
vibrators, and said, “I’ll be right back.”
I knew he was just going to clean himself up. And who could blame him?
His cock and finger had just been in my ass.
But, for some reason, the sight of him walking slowly through my bedroom and then the bathroom door closing behind him was the last straw for me. Choking on a few whimpers, I rolled to the edge of the bed, pushed myself over the side, and stumbled through my apartment to the second bathroom off the hallway.
I made sure the door was locked behind me and then ran immediately to the toilet and sat down, letting out a held breath as I made myself release—expelling the excess lubricant.
I covered my face with my hands and released a few tight, silent sobs, my eyes burning with hot tears that didn't quite fall.
Why the hell was I acting like this? I’d wanted it. I’d asked for it. Josh had been careful, gentle, and considerate.
And here I was acting like a fool. Like a child.
I was still sitting on the toilet when I heard Josh calling out from the hall. “Leslie? Leslie?”
I didn’t answer. Didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want him to see me like this.
In less than a minute, Josh was pounding on the bathroom door. “Leslie? What’s the matter? Damn it, let me in!”
His urgent voice made me want to cry even more.
“Leslie! Did I hurt you? Damn it, you have to tell me!”
“You didn’t hurt me,” I managed to choke out, since I didn’t want him to start to panic. “I’m fine.”
“Then why won’t you let me in?” He must be slamming the door with a flattened palm, and the force was rattling the wall. “Damn it, Leslie, you’re not fine! Open this damned door or I’ll break it down!”
I could tell from his tone that he was serious, and it would be dumb to make him damage the door and cause a lot of inconvenience for both of us. So I pulled myself up, flushed the toilet, and unlocked the door.
