"Descent into Anal" Part 1

"I'm so wet," Sera whispered into the phone, sprawling nude and
spread-eagle in bed, skating two fingers along her inner thighs.

"You're also very naughty," Elizabeth snickered.

"Armen calls me his good girl," Sera smirked. "You know, Liz, when I called
you, I didn't think you would even discuss it with me."

"Pace yourselves, honey. And don't hurry or he could injure you," Elizabeth
tendered. "On the upside, I bet you'll orgasm from it, maybe not at
first—with it being new to you and all—but over time, it can be addictive.
I know."

"Just like masturbation," Sera sighed. "Damn, I gotta shower before he
comes over. I smell like pussy, playing with myself all afternoon, thinking
about it."

"Hmmm . . . Eric's favorite smell, so he tells me," Elizabeth revealed,
turning to look at her nightstand clock. "Look at the time. We've been on
the phone for an hour."

"The devil made me do it." Sera giggled.

Elizabeth retorted, "Yeah, right . . . Miss Jones."

They tittered.

"Anyway, what do you think of my angel on earth?" Sera asked.

"Well, Armen is charming and gorgeous. I would say he fits my definition of
tall, dark, and handsome. A keeper, sweetheart."

"I wish. With him also seeing three other girls, I'm lucky to get my turn
once a week. But I do think we're getting to know each other a lot better,
especially when it comes to experimenting with sex. Lately, I've been
craving him up my ass. Say, is that a fetish?"

"Culture . . . I think." Elizabeth grinned.

Sera sighed. "Maybe, I should wait until I'm older."

"Wait? Nah. You could practice, though. Try a little finger insertion,"
Elizabeth suggested. "Use the toy I bought you for your—"

"Sec? Be right back," Sera interrupted.

For her eighteenth birthday, Elizabeth bought Sera the ultimate in useful
gag gifts: a battery operated boyfriend, "the best present she ever
received." Sera snatched up her vibrator, which was within easy reach of
her hand, raised her ankles over her head, locked both elbows behind her
knees, and pre-moistened the tip by skimming it along her glistening slit.
Prodding her anal aperture with the bowed end of the plastic playmate, she
switched it on and relished the breathtaking vibrations resonating between
her bowel and cervix.

This indulgence, however, was short-lived. With a muffled sob, she removed
the phallus with a pop, flipped it off, and laid it under a wrinkled sheet.
A cool draft raced into her warm passage, nearly sending her over the edge;
but she just sighed, holding back. She had to. For the third time that
afternoon, she cut short her rectal dabbling, intentionally denying her
climax, saving herself for him.

Elizabeth listened intently, staring into space. Doesn't she realize I
could hear her? she pondered. Semiconsciously, she unraveled the overhand
knot of her silk robe, spread her legs to rub her inner thighs, and began
feeding sex-honey from the "V" of her maidenhead to her smacking lips. "You
okay?" Elizabeth asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Sera dreamily replied. "Tell me, Liz, do you prepare?"

Still giddy from the Sera's aural performance, Elizabeth took a breath to
think. "Well, getting ready is no secret, I suppose." Goosebumps erupted on
her breasts, enticing her to pluck a nipple between a thumb and forefinger.

Sera egged Elizabeth on, "We're close, right? Go ahead, you can tell me."

"Personally, I like it impromptu," Elizabeth started, her voice becoming
soft. "Last week, Eric and I were slowly cruising in his car—until he got
that randy look on his face. Off we zoomed to the video store to rent some
porn. The whole time we were there to select a movie, we never said a word.
We just looked at each other—he wanted it, and he knew I wanted it. By the
time we got back to the car with an all-anal feature—my pick, by the way—my
crotch was soaked. Once we were back out on the road, I put on my special
smile to get him tugging at the knob in his jeans."

"That's hot, honey. Then what?"

"Then I wanted to tease him some more," Elizabeth continued. "That day, I
wore a skirt. So I lifted it up my waist then pulled off my panties and
dangled them in front of his face to show him how wet I was. As if that
wasn't enough to put more danger in his driving, I raised my leg for him to
watch me twiddle my clit with my thumb and fuck my pussy with three
fingers. And when I leaned over to his ear and started talking dirty, he
had to pinch his pant bulge to keep from cumming. Before I knew it, we were
back at my place to get down to some serious sex."

"Tell me more," Sera pressed, swallowing quietly, drawing ovals around her
clit with her fingertips.

Elizabeth felt a tingling down her arms as she continued her story. "Hmmm .
. . lessee. What I liked about that day was we weren't in any hurry—and I
certainly wasn't going to tell him to speed things up—so we settled in my
big bed to cuddle, and smooch, and pet. Very sensual and sexy. And
something else to consider, Sera, before having anal sex: bathe
thoroughly—and I mean thoroughly—inside and out. Sometimes, there's an
additional benefit if you're soapy and slippery: Eric surprised me by
jumping in the shower to give me some easy ass sex."

"You liked that a lot, didn't you, honey?" Sera breathlessly asked.

Elizabeth sighed. "Yeah, sweetie, I loved the slowness, the seduction. We
were so into it, we actually skipped the movie."

Sera mildly whined, "I don't know. Armen likes it fast and hard—and so do
I."

Elizabeth's ears perked to Sera's youthful impatience.

"Foreplay . . . and lube!" Elizabeth exclaimed, highlighting her ad hoc
story. "Eric knows I adore him for patting precum into my bum." Elizabeth's
voice became intimate. "And there's something better—his wet tongue. Often,
to warm him up, I'll flip over on my stomach and pull my cheeks apart with
my hands so he gets a mouthful of all the fun parts. And he likes it when I
beg him to rub his juicy shaft up and down my crack—gets me hot and
bothered for some of his mind-numbing analingus."

Sera licked her lips, gulped, and closed her eyes to the raunchy reverie,
if only for a little while longer.

"Then, what do you do?" Sera asked. Her eyes fluttered as she unveiled her
clit from its fold.

"Eric holds my legs up in the air by my ankles so he can lick my entire
bottom. God, I can cum hard, just from that. Once his tongue slicks me all
up, he wants me to ask for it. You see, he just doesn't give it to me."
Elizabeth lobbed a nagging question: "Honey, is Armen . . . big?"

Sera knew the topic had to be discussed. "Well, with Armen being my first
and only, so far, I couldn't tell you if his cock's a normal length. But .
. ."

Elizabeth licked her lips. "But . . . what, sweetie?"

"Liz, it's so thick, I can't put my hand around it," Sera mildly
complained. "When he gets aroused—like when I undress with my back to
him—I'll turn around and catch him eyeballing my ass, breathing heavy, and
jacking off this . . . sausage for me. And then there's all that cum."

Elizabeth instantly splayed her legs and pressed her fingers along her
slit. She calmed her throat and advised: "If you think he'll have a tough
time entering you, try some oil, or loosen up with your toy first. In fact,
let him practice using it on you, slowly."

"My ass is really sensitive," Sera whispered. "The thought of him spending
any more time down there than he has to would drive me crazy."

"Since you mentioned it, your cute tush does have a sexy twitch," Elizabeth
reminisced to Sera sunbathing barebacked with her at the beach last summer.

"Thank you, honey. And you massage suntan lotion in my skin better than a
masseuse." Sera kissed the phone. "Are you turned on as me talking about
this?"

"You have no idea," Elizabeth confessed.

"You know, you're the only friend I feel comfortable talking with about
sex."

"Now, Sera, you don't have to tell me everything."

"Some things are best kept secret, huh?"

Elizabeth delicately asked, "Don't take this personally, but does he mind?
You know, eating and fucking it?"

Sera smiled before answering. "No, Armen doesn't mind. In fact, it started
because of him accidentally licking my butt the first time we had sex.
Funny, talking about this now, but I jerked back so hard from that, I had
to sit for a whole minute trying to catch my breath. And he just gave me
this evil smile. Was he sorry? Fuck, no! He just rolled me over and dove
right back into me, tongue-fucking my ass—like a freakin' fiend! But you
know what, Liz? I got my first ever multiple orgasm, from him, from that.
And now? I want more—a lot more."

"His lick was no accident," Elizabeth offered.

Sera exhaled, "Wow, honey, I never thought of it that way."

It was an easy fall into another trance after Elizabeth's comment. Sera's
vulva gyrated into her open palm. The phone muted for several seconds.

"You still there?" Elizabeth laughed.

"Yeah, still here." Sera's voice steadied, "I finally found someone who
wants to take chances with me. Did I tell you he bought me an expensive
porno?"

"Uh-uh. What's it about?" Elizabeth pried.

Sera whispered, "Loads of anal and orgy sex—and some mild bondage. I still
haven't watched all of it. He said he likes it when the 'virgins' taking
all the big cocks. After the first sex scene, my pussy ached so much, I had
to straddle him for a fast fuck."

"Didn't you two want to try anal sex right then and there?"

Sera became silent—clearly at a loss for words. Tardy with a response, she
blurted, "We're still a little unsure."

"Did I say something wrong, sweetie?"

"No, no. It's just that the video is for training, I guess," Sera
explained, sounding more at ease. "Armen asked me about some of the movie
sex acts, and if we would try them. Liz, I think he tests me, like the
times he mentions three-ways, with him, and me, and a stranger. Come to
think of it, there was that nasty scene . . ."

Sera didn't bother to excuse herself to break away, again, resting the
phone on her pubis, pointing the mouthpiece at the sounds of her
self-pleasured pussy. Elizabeth blushed listening to her friend's
slathering fingers.

"You there?"

"Damn," Sera calmly swore, and returned the phone to her mouth. "Did you
hear that?"

"Why, yes, of course. Thank you," Elizabeth demurely replied.

"You're welcome. I'm glad we can talk about this—between friends." Sera's
Sapphic libido went exploring. "Liz, would you ever do . . . a girl?"

Elizabeth's upper chest flashed from Sera's saucy flirtation. "Well, I've
thought about it, chica, but I haven't—yet." She swallowed hard. "But I'm
glad we talked about all of this, and I'm glad you can be open with Armen
about it, too."

"I'm psyched about it. And get this—Armen promised he wouldn't wank for
days," Sera disclosed. "It's gotten really messy since he started reading
up on tantric sex. Now, he likes to explode in me, on me, and all over me."

Elizabeth confirmed softly, "So, he cums . . . a lot."

"Oh, Liz," Sera sighed, "he's like a fountain with facials and body shots,
squirting cum all up and down my neck and face. But I like it 'cause I'll
gather it up with my fingers and suck them clean. Know what else gets us
hot?"

"No, tell me," Elizabeth said, closing her eyes, buttering her inner thighs
with vaginal moisture, "what else gets you hot?"

"I'll look up at those big eyes of his while I rub his spunk into my skin,
just like moisturizing cream. It keeps him so hard we have to fuck again."
Sera vigorously circled her clit. "You should see and hear us!"

Elizabeth stifled a moan. "Eric's gonna be late, tonight, running lots of
errands. I may get out a few of my toys and take care of some personal
business."

"Can I come over and watch?" Sera taunted, biting her tongue between her
front teeth. "Maybe, we could share . . . a taste?"

"M-m-m-m, baby, don't tempt me," Elizabeth mumbled, grazing the tip of her
clit with her middle finger. She had to speed the conversation along—a
direct approach would be best.

"I'm so horny, I don't think I can hold out until Armen comes over." Sera
then proposed, "Say, you and I could have some sexy phone—"

Elizabeth spoke rapidly: "Wait for him and call me tomorrow to tell me
about it, okay? Promise you'll take it slow and use lube? We'll compare
notes. I have to go, honey. Kisses. Love ya! Bye!"

Click!

"Bye?" Sera whimpered into the dead phone, dropping it to her hip.

Sera sighed loudly. Fumbling for the DVD remote on the nightstand, she
fast-forwarded the waiting porn movie past the opening scenes to look for
fresh action. Halfway through the video, she stopped at a shot with a
striking, large-breasted blonde on all fours atop a wide raft covering the
wet concrete at the inside curve of a kidney-shaped swimming pool. Two
well-buffed, tanned males, with enormous erections in hand, straddled the
slender calves of the chesty beauty, kneeling on both sides of her elevated
rump. The actor on the left, portraying a lifeguard—taller and older than
his partner—had just finished extracting a large, anal dildo he had been
using to enlarge her rear cavity into an oval void. On the right, the
younger male—playing a pool attendant—vigorously masturbated, insisting his
partner dispense with the thick toy, clamoring to be first to fuck then
spray her ass with his milky paste.

Sera replayed the vignette, delighting in the choreography of the two males
taking turns violating then shooting ribbons of semen into the vixen's
obscene hole. Sitting with her back against the headboard, she elevated her
hips, reached for her toy, and plunged it in her backdoor, daydreaming of
magically exchanging places with the nymphet. Gripping the anal probe
firmly, she pivoted the buzzing end inside her, rotating it around, aiming
for her tailbone. She waited to pause the flick until both men began
ejaculating all over the blonde's lower back and bulbous, round globes.

Sera coerced her interest in the video to wane; Armen would be coming over
soon. She reluctantly unplugged her ass with a squish, sighed loudly, and
skidded off the bed to land on her bare feet.

"Better wash," she grumbled.

In a practiced hustle, Sera scurried into the bathroom, leaving the door
ajar, climbed over the tub, pulled the curtain closed, turned the faucet to
warm, and began to lather her skin with a refreshing gel. Unconsciously,
her hands fell gropingly down her breasts, her waist, her hips—her
distended inner lips. A middle finger, frisking under her groin for her
flexing rosebud, unleashed a restrained spasm. The expected jolt brought
Sera back to the reality of the mundane, cramped room. Smiling at her
addiction, she turned up the hot water, creating a sauna fog. For the first
time in the afternoon, she began to unwind from the coiling stress.

Tap . . . tap-tap-tap . . . tap, tap.

"Sera?" Armen inquired in a reverberatingly low voice, standing in the
apartment building's narrow hallway with his ear mashed against her door,
waiting for the pitter-patter of Sera's footsteps. But he only heard the
faint sounds of running water. He took the spare key from his wallet,
unlocked the deadbolt, and allowed himself in.

Armen's huge, nimble body glided past the dinette and into the bedroom. He
was ready to call out her name, but stopped to stare and smile at the
portable television displaying a stationary image of a three-way orgy.
Carefully tiptoeing toward the bathroom door, he pushed it open a few
inches to peer at Sera's nude form behind the opaque curtain. It had to be
the early or middle part of her shower: he could not detect the telltale
scent of shampoo fragrance for her hair, the last thing she always washed.

Quietly reclosing the door, he returned to the bedroom to stare at the TV.
After taking off his shoes and jacket, he lay on the bed, remote in hand.
He bumped against her plastic toy partly hidden under the top bed cover.
She had been masturbating to the anal video—without him there. He unbuckled
his pants, slid down his zipper, and freed his imprisoned hard-on; in
seconds, his cock engorged to full attention.

Armen fast-forwarded the DVD, stopping at another three-way scene: In a
dark room with a well-lit king-size bed, a young, small-breasted
brunette—whose petite figure, features, and hair were remarkably similar to
Sera's—lay sandwiched between two naked, athletic males. Silvery metal
chains, anchored to the headboard, restrained her wrists and arms.
Sporadically wincing, she reclined face up on the torso of a masked black
man defiling her asshole with the full-length thrusts of his massive,
veined cock. Another masked figure, a white male—smaller than his partner,
but well-built, nevertheless—crabbed over the pair beneath him, fisting his
long cock to venture entry into her ass, for double-anal sex.

At first, the act looked impossible to Armen hypnotized to the television
screen; the tightness around the plunging black organ, even with her
pre-lubed anus, would prevent any further invasion. But the ebony cock
began to crowbar her opening, backing out all but the first few inches of
its length, to pry open a small, but perceptible slot between his shaft and
her anal ring. Amazingly, the white cock, aided by its owner's clasping
hand, speared the head's tip into her chasm. Within a blink of an
unbelieving eye, both cocks savagely drove into the wildly stretched anus.
Initially grimacing from her "apparent" pain from the goring, elephantine
cocks, the expression of the raven-haired tart turned into a gratifying
gape.

Armen turned up the sound slightly to the chorus of the trio's dramatic ohs
and ahs. He was out of his remaining clothes and underwear in seconds. The
uncut flap of his foreskin unsheathed his thickening, rigid pole. Precum
bubbled from the tip, frothing onto his stroking hand. Warm stickiness
dribbled slowly down his thigh.

He sniffed at the herbal bouquet wafting into the bedroom; she was finally
shampooing. He paused the DVD, rose from the bed, and peered past the
partially open door at her. Restless testicles rolled in his full, sagging
scrotum. With catlike stealth, Armen entered the bathroom, positioning
himself at an angle away from her sight, crouching at the side of the tub,
to lurk, to wait. Sera finished rinsing, turned off the shower, and
squeegeed her beading skin with her hands.

She opened the curtain . . .

"Sera!"

"E-E-E-K!" she shrieked, draping the shower curtain around her. "You scared
me!" she wheezed.

"Happy to see me?"

Armen launched into the tub to corral Sera's quavering body in his arms.
Her trembling from his verbal and visual attacks of her solitude would only
last a moment; the initial shock always succumbed to his peculiar doting
that had become routine after so many of his unannounced surprises. He
waited for the usual signs that all was forgiven: an upturned crinkle at
the corner of her mouth betrayed tacit approval; she melted in his
strapping, burly arms.

The back of his fingers brushed the side of Sera's warming face. She kissed
his wide knuckles; her unpainted nails raked his back. While pinning her
against the shower wall, her hands hooked the back of his neck, pulling her
tightly into him. He lifted her legs for her to lasso his waist. Armen
rubbed his cock along the crease of her inner thighs. His open lips crushed
hers; their tongues writhed and thrashed.

Sera nestled her inflamed cheeks into his jaw. "You're here early, but I'm
glad. I missed you so much these past few days."

"Have you fallen for me, Sera?"

"Am I only a passing infatuation in your harem, Armen?"

He growled, "Let's say you've become my special project. I haven't cum
since Wednesday, doing it only for you. Do you know what kind of pressure
that puts on a twenty-year-old guy?"