My Surprising First Time with Anal Sex
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Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I’d do that kind of sex. But then Luke has a habit of pushing me past my boundaries. Especially when he makes it feel so good. So naughty.
It happened at a visit to my parents. Luke and I had only been going out for a couple of months, but he’d been with me to see them before. And he was always patient and polite, but I knew how boring he found it. My parents are staid and dull and meek, like I used to be. Until I met Luke.
Emily my sister was there with her family on that occasion too, so at least Luke and I didn’t have to bear the full brunt of my parents’ tediousness. The afternoon dragged on though, and I slipped away at one point as much to pee as to do something different. I was just coming out of the downstairs toilet, when Luke pounced.
Luke ran at me from out of nowhere. He shoved me back into the toilet before I knew what had hit me. I squealed in shock but Luke put his hand over my mouth to silence me. He kicked the door shut behind us.
My heart raced in surprised panic, I was still reeling and confused when Luke released me, still struggling to understand what was happening. Luke turned to lock the door. I stepped back from him and found my voice. “Jesus fucking Christ Luke, what the hell are you doing?”
“I can’t take it anymore,” Luke said as he span to face me. “I’m this close to dying of boredom.” He held his thumb and forefinger out, an inch of space between them. “I need some fun. Please.”
Luke stepped closer but I still didn’t understand what was happening, what he was saying. I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go in the bathroom barely big enough for the two of us. Luke curled an arm behind my back, he grabbed hold of my blouse with the other, he pulled my body into his and kissed me.
I let him. I kissed Luke back, it all happened too fast for me to think, I did it on instinct. Our mouths came open, our tongues met. Luke’s hand fell down to my bum, he grasped it through the back of my skirt. His other hand closed around my breast through the front of my blouse.
The suddenness of Luke’s attack caught me off balance, my heart was still racing, but panic was becoming excitement with every touch. Luke sighed as he kissed me, I sighed back. I felt heat spreading from between my legs already. But we couldn’t, not here, in my parents' house. I pulled back and broke our kiss.
“We can’t. Not in here,” I whispered. “You know how much my parents will freak out if they find us in here. You know what they’re like. They’ll go mental.”
“We’ll be fast,” Luke said. “They’ll never know.” He pulled me too him again, he was rough with me. He kissed me with a hard press of his lips, he pressed his waist into mine, I felt the hard bulge of his cock against my body. The heat inside me burned hotter.
“We can’t,” I hissed again, but it came out so weak, my resistance already melting.
Luke kissed his way down my neck, he made me shiver. “I need this,” he growled in my ear. “I need you. See.” Luke took of my hand and pressed in onto the lump in the front of his jeans.
My hand moved with a mind of its own. I tried to close my fingers around Luke’s dick, I rubbed at it, a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Just a little bit of fun, I told myself. Just for a few minutes. Then I’d stop Luke before anyone caught us. I promised myself that.
Luke kissed the sensitive spot just behind my ears, he pulled my skirt up and ran a hand up the inside of my thigh. I stepped my feet apart so he could get his hand properly between my legs and rub me through the front of my underwear. Fuck, I love being touched through my clothes like that, it reminds me of being a horny teenager, of those few times I was bad.
We kissed and touched; I got hotter. Luke pulled my knickers to one side to stroke my bare flesh and I could feel how wet I was already. I quivered as he traced his fingers over me, as he parted my lips gently. He wetted a fingertip as he stroked between, he traced it up to my clit. A bolt of pleasure surged through me as he made contact with me there.
Just a little more I told myself, as I tugged Luke’s jeans open. As I reached inside to find his thick, warm, hard dick, as I pulled it out so I could touch it properly, so I could see it. I tried not to moan again as Luke ran his finger quickly back and forth over my throbbing clit with the perfect pressure. I yanked at his cock with a little too much enthusiasm for a woman who was just about to stop what was happening.
It should have ended there. I should have stopped it. I knew it. But Luke had got my blood pumping, my juices flowing, he’d woken me from the deadening torpor of the afternoon. I should have put his cock away and brought an end to it, but Luke put his other hand between my thighs and slid a finger into me as he tickled my clit and that was all I could think about. That and the feel of his body against mine, his firm prick in my hand.
Luke pumped his finger in and out of my pussy with a quick pace, he curled it inside me to stroke my g-spot, and then I was totally lost. When he touched me in both places like that, I saw stars.
My legs went weak, I had to lean into Luke and cling to him with one hand to keep myself up. I had to shove the shoulder of his shirt into my mouth and bite on it to keep myself quiet. A part of me knew we had to stop, this was so stupid, and it was so hard not to make noise, but what Luke was doing felt so good and I was so insanely turned on and desperate for more.
Luke, the absolute bastard that he is, kept going, obviously. He moved his fingers faster, he pushed a second one into me, he fucked me in perfect time with his fingertip on my clit. He went faster and faster until I was trembling and fighting with myself not to moan out loud.
Tension spread through my body, I got hotter, more desperate, and Luke kept on and on. He was playing a dangerous game, he was going to make me come, I knew it. He was going to make me climax in my parent’s downstairs toilet with half my family only a few meters away. I’d never be able to stay quiet, and as soon as I made a noise, the whole house would know exactly what was going on. My parents would be outraged, my sister shocked, I’d be absolutely mortified.
But Luke didn’t stop. No matter how stupid it was, he sped up, he touched me perfectly. I tried to fight my climax, to hold it back, but that just made everything worse. The tension built and built, the sensations came on stronger, then it all came to a head. The tension broke and white-hot pleasure erupted within me.
Luke kept stroking my clit, the fucker, but at least he pulled his fingers out of me so he could clamp a hand over my mouth. I screamed into it, I let loose, but Luke held me so tight, barely a squeak came out. I tasted myself on his fingers as he pressed them into my lips, that extra dirty touch made me come all the harder.
As my climax ebbed away, I assumed we were done. Luke had had his fun, his risky little game, and we'd gotten away with it. But then I am naïve sometimes.
“My turn,” Luke said as he grinned at me.
Luke grabbed me and span me around so my back was against him, so I was facing the sink that stood on top of a small, wooden cabinet against the wall. Before I could say anything, Luke bent me over the sink and pulled my skirt up to my waist. He tugged my knickers down to my knees; I felt the heat of his hard cock press against my pussy. Again, this would have been a very good point to stop Luke, but something inside me made me hold my tongue.
“Try not to make too much noise,” Luke said as he rubbed his cock up and down my sopping pussy.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “You fucking bastard,” I hissed, but then my words became a low, drawn out moan as Luke pressed his dick into my body.
Fuck, it felt good, like it always did when Luke made me come before he fucked me. He was thick and long, he stretched and filled me, he went deeper and deeper until my legs were trembling. I was dripping wet though, and there was no pain, and I was still tingling from my orgasm, I wanted more, I didn't think of stopping him. “Just be quick, please,” I begged.
Luke held me with a hand on each side of my waist and he fucked me. He started slow, drawing out almost the whole way, sinking gradually back into me, evidently enjoying himself, relishing the feel of me. My legs trembled harder, I felt dizzy.
Luke sped up with each thrust though, he went faster and faster as he pressed into me, until he was screwing me with a vigorous pace that made me gasp. He made me put my own hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.
I heard my family walking past us outside the door, I heard them talking, I willed myself not to make a sound, but Luke felt like heaven as he pounded into me. It was so gloriously wicked too to be fucked like that, half-dressed, my knickers around my knees, bent over the sink, it felt animal and urgent. I hoped no one would hear the sound of our bodies slapping together, the rattle and shake of every bottle and vial in that bathroom.
Luke was doing his best to make me lose control again too, I knew it, the rascal. He reached under my body and between my legs with one hand to stroke my clit. He managed to caress me with the most delicate of touches, despite how hard he was fucking me. Sensations spread and joined those from his cock; I felt a second climax coming on already. The utter bastard.
God, Luke knew exactly what he was doing too. He fucked me the way he knows I love, hard and dirty. He knew I secretly loved surprise and danger too, to feel wicked and bad. I’d never opened up to anyone before Luke. I’d always played the sweet, nice girl who only does missionary, but Luke saw into me, he brought the real me to the surface. He puts me in these situations because he knows exactly how much I love them, even if I am terrified. I wondered if he’d planned this all along.
Luke fondled and groped my arse roughly as he screwed me, as he stroked my clit faster. I had to take the hand off my mouth and grab a hand towel from the neatly folded pile next to me, I had to shove it in my mouth and bite down on it to stay quiet.
I think Luke saw it all as a challenge. I think he wanted to see how far he could push me, how good he could make it feel. It was all part of the game to him, part of the danger and the thrill it brought with it. That’s why he did what happened next. I’m sure of it.
Luke grabbed a bottle of something off the top of the sink, but I didn’t pay it any heed, my mind was too occupied with the feel of his thick prick pumping inside my body, his finger on my clit. I only realised later that Luke had picked up a bottle of slippery body lotion. I didn’t know he was rubbing it over the fingers of his free hand as he fucked me.
I jumped as I felt Luke’s fingertip touch me there. I assumed it was a mistake, that he was just running his fingers over me, not thinking where they were going, that he didn’t realise he’d touched me there. But then that finger touched me again. It started to wriggle.
I looked back at Luke, or did my best to in the tight confines of the toilet. The towel was still hanging half out of my mouth, I just raised an eyebrow at him in question.
“Trust me, it’ll feel fantastic,” Luke whispered. “Just shout if you want me to stop.”
Absolute fucking bastard. Luke knew I was in no position to say anything, he was taking advantage. And in such a degenerate way. To be touched there was far too intimate, it was dirty and wrong, it was degrading. But then Luke knew all those things turned me on. And his tickling, probing finger felt OK. It felt good in fact. I was surprisingly sensitive back there.
I decided I was OK with Luke massaging my arsehole as he fucked me, no matter how weird it was. It seemed to add to my pleasure. I wasn’t expecting what happened next though. But like I said earlier, sometimes I’m so naïve.
Luke pushed and his finger slid right into me. Actually into my arsehole. I couldn’t believe it. Except I could most definitely feel it up there. Fuck, it was only one finger, I assumed, but it felt huge inside me. It didn’t feel bad though, I had to admit that. To be filled in both places, it was satisfying. My legs were suddenly trembling with more force too, my clit throbbing with greater urgency. I didn’t object as Luke slid his finger deeper into my backside. I groaned into the towel in my mouth.
Luke, the fucker, began to move his finger inside me there, in time with his prick. That was a little much. It was so dirty and disrespectful, but I found it went in and out of me easily enough, especially as I got used to feel of it. It felt better and better too, I couldn’t deny it. I still gasped around the towel in my mouth as Luke worked a second finger alongside the first though. As he pushed it deep, as he fucked me in both places at the same time.
I must have looked a real sight to Luke, bent over that sink, clinging to it, a hand towel in my mouth, my skirt up, my knickers down, moaning and quivering as his cock pumped in and out of my cunt, as his fingers slid in and out of my stretched arsehole. The thought of it brought my impending climax closer.
Sensations boiled through me, visions passed through my head, how I looked, how bad I was being, how appalled everyone outside would be if they knew what was happening in here, what I was letting Luke do to me. I think it all went to my head. That’s why I said what I said next. It must have been a sudden rush of lust-induced madness. A sudden desire to be even more naughty.
I pulled the towel out of my mouth for a moment. “Fuck me in the arse,” I whisper-shouted at Luke. “Do it.” God, I surprised myself by how desperate I sounded.
Luke didn’t ask for clarification. He pulled his cock out of my cunt, he stopped only long enough to coat it in a liberal amount of body lotion, then I felt him touch it against my sphincter.
I shivered with pleasure as he touched me. I’d never been so bad, so thoroughly wicked. I’d never have dared do anything like this, not until I met him.
Luke pressed forwards and I felt myself stretching open around the head of him. I groaned into the towel in my mouth, my legs shook so hard Luke had to hold me up with his hands under my hips. He held still, just the tip of him inside me, but I could feel Luke trembling against me too.
I focused on calming myself, on relaxing my body. I pressed back a touch and more of Luke came into me. Holy shit, he felt enormous there, impossibly big. He probably only had the head of his prick in me, but I felt like my eyes were bulging out of my head. I was so hot I was dripping and desperate for more though. I found myself rolling my hips, pressing my arse back onto Luke’s cock, taking him slowly deeper. I must have looked so depraved to Luke, god I hoped so.
Luke managed to hold still as I worked him gradually further and further into my arse. I tried to imagine how I must look like that, bent over, Luke’s greased cock sliding between my spread arse cheeks. The image of it helped.
I kept moving. I kept panting and gasping into that towel in my mouth, I kept pressing back, pulling forwards, pressing back further until my bum met Luke’s body and he was in me all the way. Holy fucking shit. I couldn’t believe I’d done it. I couldn’t believe I’d taken Luke there, all of him. It felt like my whole body was filled with his prick.
Luke fucked me slowly and gently, and it was an overwhelming mix of tenderness, vulnerability, filthiness, and wickedness. Every movement was so intense, so overpowering, and the thought of what we were doing, what Luke had brought out of me, it was dizzying.
I rubbed my cunt as Luke screwed me in the arse. I stroked my clit quickly, I began to move my body with his, pulling forwards as he drew back, pressing onto him as he slid deeper into me. We didn’t move fast, but we moved together without stopping.
Luke bent down to whisper in my ear. He told me how beautiful I looked, how incredible I felt, how tight and hot and enclosing I was. He told me he loved me, he said bad, wicked things; he said loving things, it was all too much to take.
I came with blinding force. I came with Luke buried deep in my arse. I screamed into that towel in my mouth, I shook so hard everything fell off the top of the sink. I realised Luke was coming too, that his cock was pulsing and spurting into me there, god that was dirty, it made me come even harder. It was an act of love, of tenderness, of sin, and defiance.
We kissed and grinned at each other as we dressed. Luke slipped out first when we were sure the coast was clear. I had to stay a while to gather my strength, to recover my swirling head.
I never thought I’d do anything like that. I never thought I’d be brave or wicked enough. But then Luke always brought out the best in me, and the worst.