I’m totally afraid of anal sex, but I still want it. I secretly want a man to ram it in good without being sensitive to my needs. I want him to hammer into me without bothering with whether I like it or not. I’m not whacked out or anything, I just dream of being able to withstand rough sex.
When I play with myself I close my eyes and think about a man I’ve known that’s had power over me. I visualize him luring me into his car and taking me to some remote place where he ends up giving me exactly what I deserve.
He’s an acquaintance, an old professor of mine. He calls me names like, “Cunt, Bitch and Whore”. He makes me say things to him like, “I’m a cock-sucking whore that loves to suck cock.” He tells me after I blow him for a while that I did a shitty job and to do it over, again and again, till I get it right. He fucks me up the arse, with his dick and his fist till I can barely walk, long after I beg him to stop. And when he’s done driving into me, he takes me to his friend’s house where a couple of guys are waiting to gang-bang me. They’re professors too, smart men that possess a dictionary’s worth of words inside of their heads. I can’t always understand what they’re saying. They say words like, “peritoneum” when they’re making me swallow their come. They ask me things like, “Does that touch your peritoneum?” when I’m giving them blow jobs.
So there I am, willingly kidnapped, fucked to exhaustion and about to be devoured by three professors. The bald-headed one with bulging biceps (from all the manual labour he does around the yard for his wife on the weekends) carries me over his shoulder. As I look down at his cowboy boots I notice that the seams on the back of his jeans are tattered. I press my face into his Levi-covered arse and feel the bulk of his wallet pressing into my mouth. I beg him to let me down, but he darts a “Shut the fuck up” at me while squeezing my legs. I’m butt naked. His juice is still trickling down my thighs and my nipples are sore from him tugging on them. I reflect back to him pulling on them with his fingers as he pounded into my virgin arsehole. I begin to whimper. He tells me to “Shut the fuck up” again, that I deserved it.
It all starts out with him pulling up next to me in his pick-up, while I’m walking to my car. He asks if I want a ride, I get in. I don’t need a ride, but I get in anyway and when he goes the wrong way, I keep quiet. Afraid a little of where he’s taking me but, holy shit, I have a bad crush on him so thinking about being with him excites all the fear out of me. He drives ten minutes away from campus to a car park behind a recreation centre. He knows that it’ll be empty. All that’s around are baseball fields. There’s nothing but dirt, bleachers and dug outs between us and the rest of the world. I’m a little scared, but my desire to have him between my legs is greater than my fears.
He reaches over and combs my hair with his fingers. I close my eyes, smile and tell him it feels good. “You like this?” he asks as he keeps finger combing my hair.
“Yes,” I answer, wanting more. I’m growing a little apprehensive, but I know it’s too late for backing out.
“You’ve been teasing me ever since you first came into my classroom. You know how much I want you?” I keep looking down at my hands as he combs my hair. “I like being able to touch you. Do you mind me touching you?” I shake my head no, smiling a small, but nervous smile. “How about you taking off your top for me so I can get a better look at you, I’ll help you.” I pull my sweater over my head. “Nice, you didn’t wear a bra. I like natural women.” He cups my breast in his hand. “How about we climb in the cab?”
I crawl between the seats and get in back. It’s a tight fit, but we both adjust to the small space comfortably. We start to kiss with greed, our mouths pressing hard into each other’s lips. “I’m hot,” he says as he pulls his shirt over his head. Seeing his bare chest makes everything real. When I reach out to touch him he asks if I like his chest and I smile and shake my head then reach for his zipper. “You want it, huh?” I shake my head again. He grunts a little as he pulls his pants and boxer shorts off. Undressing in the cab of a pick-up isn’t one of the easiest things to do, but we both undress. When he’s done I reach down and take his full cock into my mouth. I’m slurping it in, spitting on it, keeping it nice and wet. “Bend over,” he tells me. I take his warm cock out of my mouth and do as he says, climbing onto all fours. He’s standing up on his knees, hunched over my back with his hands softly touching my arse cheeks. “Pull yourself apart for me.” I turn around and look at him from over my shoulder and tell him, “I’ve never done it there before.” He pushes on my upper back till I fall onto my hands again and as he spreads my crack open he says, “First time for everything.” Then he begins pumping his swollen cock into my tight hole. I groan in pain, but he keeps going deeper. “Stop, it hurts,” I plead. But he keeps pressing deeper into me with a, “Shh, you wanna get us in trouble?” as he pounds. I’m being dominated, with him plunging into me and this is what I want, remember, this is what I want.
His bigness in my arse is hurting, adding a tinge of nightmare to my fantasy. It continues to hurt more than I thought it would. I feel like I an ripping in two, but it’s a good hurt like when you’re stretching muscles you’ve never used for the first time.
“Tell me you’re an arse-fucking whore. Tell me, tell me,” he says.
“I’m an arse-fucking whore,” I say.
He moans with a soft, “That a girl, that’s what I want to hear, now turn around and suck me.” I do everything he asks of me as if I were his student again fulfilling an assignment. But I hesitate, thinking about my shit being on his cock. He sees my hesitance then adds, “Clean yourself off of me, baby.” I start to take him into my mouth but before I know it he’s pushing himself to the back of my throat, making me gag a little, but I like it, I want more of him. “Now sing, ‘Our Country Tis A Thee.’” I start to take his cock out of my mouth, “No, keep it in there and show me how well you can sing with it in your mouth.” I hum. “Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm . . . Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm . . . Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmm.” I lick the tip of him, look up into his eyes, while happy for giving him exactly what he wanted. “I’d give you an A if you were being graded but, since you’re not, I have another surprise for you.”
We’re back to him carrying me over his shoulder. We’re only a few steps away from entering a house where two other professors will fuck me. His wallet is a hard leather, not the soft kind that costs more, but a cheap leather and every time he takes a step it presses into my lips, hurting them a bit. His boots are ridden with dirt. He is dirty and I like it that he’s not smelling of cologne, but of a natural odour instead. I can smell his sweat through his jeans while knowing that remnants of my shit are still on his dick. As he carries me in the dark, up a flight of stairs, my head dangling upside down, I hear a man say, “You brought her here? You crazy?” It’s a cowardly voice. I can hear a high-pitched whine in it and begin to think of how students probably make fun of him because of it. I know that he’ll be fucking me too, maybe not up the arse, but he’ll be trashing me out in his own style. I am their entertainment. I am their trip back to their fraternity years. I am their wild girl, willing to do anything asked of me and I will do it willingly. “Put her on the couch.” There’s three men all together, one for each hole. I sit naked on the couch. A man with long hair for his age hands me a glass of water. I reach out to take it then he pulls it away and says, “For a little suck, a little sip.” I unzip his pants, take out a rather pencil thin, but long penis, and begin sucking. “That’s good.” He pulls away and hands me the water, “Where’d ya find this one, Boss? She’s submissive as hell.” I swig it back then sit the empty glass on the floor, waiting for my next order. The whiny voiced man walks over and tells me he wants time alone with me. I stand up and say to him with my eyes that I’m eager to please him. He takes my hand and leads me to a bedroom, but my arse-fucker professor shouts out, “Not so quick there, she’s for all of us to share. You want a romance, you can go home to your old lady. Bring ‘er back here.” We turn around and join the other two in the living room again. I am pleased my ass fucker is territorial.
The long-haired professor walks over to me, takes my hand away from the whiny guy then tells me to lie down on the card table. I walk over to it then lie back on its cold surface. He climbs on top and jams his thin prick into me. “You like this, little lady?” he asks while pumping me. I answer with a quiet, “Yes.” My arse-fucker walks up and puts his dick into my mouth. I have Pencil Dick in my hole, Arse-Fucker in my mouth and Whiny Boy looking at us from across the room while jacking himself off. “Tell me how much you like having two cocks inside of you,” Arse-fucker says.
“I love having two cocks inside of me,” I say it with a warbled voice, with his dick still in my mouth. “Prove it,” he says as he plunges to the back of my throat.
“Tell me you love it like you mean it,” he demands, plunging deeper in the back of my throat as he says the word “mean”, making me wetter than I’ve ever been before.
With as much sense as I can muster up I say, “I love having two cocks and would love it even more if I had all three of you inside of me.” Arse-Fucker is pleased. “D’ya hear that, get over here.” He motions for Whiny to join us. He walks over to the card table, still whacking his meat, then the long-haired man gets off of me, turns me over like a Rotisserie chicken, or a hog on a stick, while Arse-Fucker’s cock is still in my mouth. I’m slurping while climbing onto all fours so that every hole is accessible. Whiny asks to get on the bottom. He gets underneath me. I slip his short chubby dick into my pussy, still sucking on Arse-Fucker’s woody, only seconds before Pencil Dick pushes his thin prick into my sore arsehole. I keep sucking. I’m being fucked in my mouth, in my arse and my pussy while on a card table.
“Will it break before we’re done?” Whiny asks.
We move to the floor. We slide off of the table, but my territorial arse-fucker won’t let me take his cock out of my mouth. He has claimed his spot and I love sucking on him, so I keep blowing him while the other two men find their way back into my holes.
Arse-Fucker says, “Tell me you’re a whore, tell me.”
“I’m a whore,” I say.
“Say it again, I wanna hear it again.”
“I’m a whore, I’m a whore,” I say as clearly as I can with his cock still in my mouth, while the three professors pump quicker and harder into me.
“You coming, baby?” Arse-Fucker asks me.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I moan.
“I’m close,” Whiny adds.
“Ahhhh, Theeerrrre,” Pencil Dick says while grabbing onto my hips, while coming into my ass.
With a half whisper caught between silence and screaming I repeatedly say, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” until Whiny and Pencil Dick explode into me. The two fill me up with their jism, but Arse-Fucker pulls out of my mouth then takes his cock into his hands and continues to stroke it in front of my face.
“You want a little bling bling, Baby? Say you do, cause here it comes.” I get his cream in my mouth, on my lips, cheek and hair. I’m soiled with sex juice. I swallow everything that lands on my tongue. When I stand up it’s dripping out of me like individual pearls falling off a string. The men’s juice drains down my thighs, drops onto the floor, then Arse-Fucker tells me to lick it all up. I get back down on all fours and begin to lick the come drops off of the carpet then scoop up the rest with my hands and lick my fingers clean as if I were starving and this were the only thing I had to eat.
“I’ve got to piss, baby.” Arse-Fucker walks over to me. I’m still on all fours. I open my mouth and he begins urinating into it. I let the piss fill my mouth till it begins to overflow then I swallow it. The other two Professors laugh and hum and haw about how Arse-Fucker’s gone too far. I smile at them and shake my head, no, because I’m willing, totally willing to please, to be the object of their desire, at their disposal, because I want to know in every fibre of my being what it means to be lesser, what it feels like to be trashed, reviled, completely undone, completely woman.
Arse-Fucker brings me my clothes and asks if I want to shower.
I say, “No. Thank you, but thanks for the offer.” I don’t want to wash the experience away so quickly. I want to wear their come home with me like a badge of honour. I want to feel them dry up inside me, on my thighs to where I see a clear layer of their come sticking to my body as if I were a child again playing with glue and watching it dry, peeling it only when I’m ready, liking the way it feels as I unpeel it from my skin.
“Can I drive you to your car?” Arse-Fucker asks.
I smile, then burst into laughter, remembering that that was how the night began. He smiles, asks me for a hug, asks if I’m all right.
I answer, “I’m perfectly fine,” and as I say that to him I begin to feel it happening, all the “equal opportunity” bullshit that hovers over the psyche of men these days and how awfully accommodating they’ve become towards women. I think for a second about how men probably truly feel and about how awful it is that they can’t be their complete desirous flirtatious selves anymore. I become saddened when I think about how much honesty is lost inside of the whirl and twirl of “political correctness”. I think of him and his politeness, his offers and how dry it all feels in comparison to the juiciness of his dominating ways. I begin missing Arse-Fucker’s madness. I want to feel like a sexual being, not shunned, to feel that sense of sexuality alive and kicking in every pulse I walk by. I mean, why not? So I embrace the fantasy world, forgetting the graces of men, their smooth safe talk. I tell him, “I don’t want you to ask me for a hug, if I want a ride or a shower. I want you to force me into letting you fuck me up the arse again even though I’m sore. I want you to make me hum patriotic songs with your dick in my mouth.”
So with that, my fantasy ends with me humming, “Oh, Beautiful,” with Arse-Fucker’s cock in my mouth. “Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm . . .” He smiles, liking the music that’s being played with his penis while Whiny and Pencil Dick pop beers and wait their turn.