Fuck That Butt

A short Little Emily Dreams story

Forming a sequel to Suck, Plug, Spank

Fuck That Butt

by Emily Miller

— — —

He'd explained how to prepare. The importance of relaxation. The best way to clean myself. And he had shared a link to what he suggested I buy. The window was short, but the site was super responsive, and the parcel arrived just in time.

It feels kinda heavy when I pick the delivery up from the lobby. As I press the elevator button, one of my neighbors is running toward me, yelling for me to hold the doors,.

He - I think his name is Greg - smiles his breathless thanks, and selects the floor one above mine. I'm never that communicative at the best of times. But standing there, with a freshly sluiced lower digestive tract, hugging my new toy, and knowing just what I was about to do with it? Well, I feel my face could probably warn ships away from rocks.

"Bought something fun?" he asks, trying to be friendly.

"Uh-huh," is all I can manage in return.

We stand silently. I reflect that maybe I should try talking to him. He seems nice. Old me would have thought him major league, way beyond my little league. New me? The me who seemed able to entertain not one but two guys? Well, maybe.

But not now. Now I have limited time to get ready.

To get ready for having anal sex for the first time. And, of course, having it with two guys, each of whose size was rather... challenging.

We reach my floor, the doors open, and I manage a squeaked, "See you round." It is more than I can normally bring myself to say to cute guys. Progress, I tell myself.

Putting these thoughts to one side, I begin to focus on the rather daunting task in front of me.

— — —

I sit cross-legged on my apartment floor. I have a collapsible Petzl knife, intended for use in rock climbing, but it sees more action opening boxes than cutting ropes. I run it down the seam and part the cardboard.

The actual product box inside is rather more revealing than the plain outer container. It of course has the mandatory nude woman, looking out seductively. She's a lot curvier than I am, but I bet she never used the contents in real life.

I peel off a circle of clear tape and open one end. A smell of acetic acid assails my nostrils. I pull out the contents and hold it up by its stalk. Did he tell me the wrong size?

Out loud, I say, "No fucking way." But inside, I know I'm going to at least try. With a grin, I add, "Do, or do not. There is no try."

I pull the packing paper from the big box, and locate the new bottle of lube that I also ordered. Looking at my watch, I realize I have to get going.

Anticipating my delivery, I'd already laid two towels across the bed. I close the blinds and strip. As I do, I catch sight of my tiny, boyish body in a mirror. I smile. I now know at least two people who appreciate me just as I am. It feels nice. I feel... different.

Speaking of feeling different, I need to get myself good and relaxed. But there is something else first. I pull open my nightstand drawer and locate what I'm looking for. Unlike my new monster, it's small, shiny and metallic. I recall just how difficult it had been to accommodate for the first time, only a few weeks ago. Now, it's just a warm up for me.

I lube the silver plug and wipe the residue onto my asshole. Of course I have to press hard, and wriggle the thing around a little, but I know this is only child's play. Sure enough, my obedient muscles stretch, and it pops in. Its coldness generates more tingles than its size.

Again I check my watch. Shit! Have to be quick.

I decide to lie on my stomach, the extra pressure of my body on my hand will speed things up. Getting comfortable, I reach back and put my fingers between my legs. Now I scrunch my thighs together and tense my butt. It all helps to accelerate things. No slow build up for me, I'm already rubbing hard.

Mmm... it feels nice. In my mind I think about later today. I clench on the plug inside me, imagining a hard cock probing my anal cavity instead. I bring my free hand to my mouth and slip two fingers inside, sucking hard. As I massage my throbbing clit, I visualize being spit roasted. One guy deep in my newly trained throat, another in my vestal rectum.

I suck eagerly, I rub more urgently, and we are there. My groaned orgasm echoes around the small room. Breathless, flushed, and heart pounding, it's time for the next phase.

And I tell myself I'm going to do it. The new plug is fucking massive, but I'm going to do it.

— — —

I sit and pick up the new plug. Its surface is smooth, and slightly yielding. With my other hand, I reach between my legs. Squeezing and pulling, my ass easily releases the smaller toy. I gulp as I hold them side by side. It's like a Ford Focus compared to a Super Duty.

Lube, lots of lube!

I try. I really try. All the time I have an eye on my watch. 'Stupid girl, you should have started earlier,' I tell myself. How I could have started without the parcel being delivered is something of a mystery, of course.

I use different positions. I explore different angles. I bear down like a motherfucker, pleased that my earlier douching was thorough. My new bottle of lube is now two thirds empty.

I growl in frustration. It feels like it's just too big, or I'm just too small. I'm flustered and have tears in my eyes. And then the buzzer sounds. Shit! They are early.

I stumble over to the intercom, and am just about to let them in, when I see it's my neighbor. What the fuck?

"Hi, it's Greg, Greg from fifty five..."

I don't reply - I actually can't think of a thing to say.

"Hello...?" he says more uncertainly.

I manage a "Hi."

"Hi. I... I just wondered... well... maybe if you'd like to... perhaps..."

'Get on with it. Get on with it,' I think to myself. 'They will be here soon.' I realize I'm dancing on the spot in agitation.

"To..." I say as encouragingly as I can manage.

The words tumble out in a rush. "Maybe have a drink with me? Like... maybe... tonight?"

My gast is totally flabbered. I'm glad Greg can't see me, as my facial expression is probably not too different from someone getting ready to swallow a large cock. The mental image brings me to my senses.

"Hey, that would be great, really. But... but this evening... I have, um... some girlfriends coming over. Another time?"

A thought occurs to me. "I'm not saying 'No,' OK? Listen, want my number?"

Even on the low-res screen, his face had shown disappointment, but now he smiles, and pulls out his phone. "Sure, what is it?"

I tell him. As I'm speaking, I get a message. Assuming it's from Greg, I pull it up.

Stuck in traffic. Will be ten minutes late. Sorry

There is a God, and She is merciful. I relax a little.

The next phone bleep is from Greg and I confirm I've got his message.

"So, maybe Sunday lunch?" I say. Am I being too keen? I'm probably being too keen.

"Great," he replies. "Like twelve thirty maybe?"

"Sure, but I really have to go." It's true, I really do. "See you tomorrow."

Again the smile, he looks nice when he smiles. But time is passing. With a final, "Bye," I end the call.

For a second I think about what I'm about to do and about Greg. Then I dismiss the idea. It's not like he's proposed. And I really want this with my guys.

Speaking of which, I'd better use the guy's delay to get cleaned up a little. I'm like a lube monster at present.

— — —

No time to shower, so I grab a washcloth and wipe myself down. No sooner have I finished than the buzzer sounds again, and I'm rushing to the screen.

This time it is them. I hear a "Sorry we're late," and I open the building door. I've not bothered to dress, it seemed kinda pointless.

As I wait, memories of my past anxiety flit through my overactive mind. It's different now. I still tingle with anticipation. The idea of trying something for the first time is so delicious. But the dread has gone. I know I can cope. And I know I want what's on the menu today.

At their knock, I open the door, not bothering with the peephole. As they enter, I get pecks on my cheek and approving smiles at my lack of clothing.

"Keen to get on with things?" asks loquacious Carl, while laconic Gaear simply grunts.

I tell myself that I really need to stop misappropriating movie characters to name my acquaintances. And Guy One looks nothing like Steve Buscemi.

I take a breath and say, "I know we said no names, but..."

Guy One smiles. "But we know each other better now, right? OK, that's cool. I'm Jason, and that's Robbie.

He pauses, looking at me intently. "What is it?"

I can't contain my laughter. "I... it's just... just too funny."

I'm still more than aware that I'm totally nude, in front of two guys who plan to sodomize me in the very near future, but I can't stop my giggles.

"It's... it's the Kevin Smith thing, right?" says Jason, in a tone that suggests a long, and not entirely happy, experience in this area.

I can't talk properly, but stutteringly ask Robbie, "Say it... you know... it..."

'Silent Bob' rolls his eyes, gives a sigh, and intones, "No ticket!" Even gesturing over his shoulder as he does so.

I'm now crying in unrestrained mirth. Jason holds me to his chest, and I very gradually subside. Finally he lifts my face with his finger-tips. "You finished?"

I nod, not daring to speak, lest I lose control again.

"You didn't tell us your name," he says. "But, more importantly, how did you get on with the butt-plug?"

That stops my laughter. "Not so good." I walk to the bed and pick it up. "It won, and it wasn't even close."

It's Jason's turn to laugh. "That's a fucking size five or maybe even six. I sent you a link, but I said to get a three or four in the message."

"Huh?" Going to get my phone from the nightstand, I scroll through messages and open the relevant one. "Fuck! You're right. It did cross my mind, but..."

Jason now has caught my giggles. "I'm well above average, but I'm not a horse. Turn around and bend over."

As always, I do as he tells me.

"Pull your butt-cheeks apart."

I part them for him.

"Well, little one, whatever your name is, I'd say you are more than ready. Want to start?"

I put the hilarity behind me and decide that there is nothing I'd like more than to start.

— — —

And start we do, in our established manner. The two guys enfold me between their much larger bodies, Jason in front, Robbie behind. Jason kisses my lips, cupping my face, while Robbie nibbles at my neck, his hands on my narrow waist.

I want to be on my knees, but - like an obedient girl - I wait for them to initiate things. The feeling of their hands guiding my body down to the floor is always just so mouthwatering; or maybe it's another part of my anatomy that is getting wet.

When I am in position, Robbie moves to stand next to his friend, and I eagerly fumble with belts and zippers. With a little help from the guys I soon have two impressive erections at eye-level. Both men peel off their T-shirts and step out of their pants.

My heart is already racing. As I look up at them, I ask, "Could I try both at the same time?"

Jason replies, "Sure, but don't hurt yourself. And one at a time would also be fine."

I try and - maybe unsurprisingly - I fail. Some things are better as concepts than in reality. I make up for my lack of mouth elasticity by enthusiastically sucking on each guy in turn. I take Jason, and then Robbie, deeply, but not so deeply as I now know I am capable of.

Pulling back to catch my breath, I ask, "Did you want to spank me again?" I'm aware there is a note of pleading in my voice.

Jason looks at his taciturn partner, who simply shrugs. The two men seem to have a pre-existing plan, as both sit on my couch, side by side. Jason motions for me to join them. When I'm within reach, he manhandles me across his lap, my face inches from Robbie's cock, still slick with my saliva.

I look up inquiringly at Jason and get a first slap as an answer. "Suck him, nice and deep."

I do as he tells me - I always do as he tells me - and take several inches of his friend into my mouth. The angle isn't great but I persevere. The reward for my oral endeavors is a slap on the other cheek.

I jolt with the impact and Robbie seems to like that. He pushes my head down; not violently, but firmly and relentlessly. It's a lot to handle, and I gulp as he probes my throat. I'm glad that I've gotten somewhat accustomed to this.

As Jason sets up a steady manual rhythm, alternating between either side of my butt, I reach back and put a hand between my body and his thighs. The intensity with which he spanks me grows, and I begin to massage myself.

Robbie doesn't need to push any longer; I'm forcing more and more of his length into me. When my lips meet his torso, I simply stay there, sucking hard, rubbing myself harder, and trying to cope with the growing weight and frequency with which Jason's large hand impacts my increasingly throbbing ass.

My mind goes back to my baptismal spanking and how it had also galvanized me to take a cock deep in my throat for the first time. Now, I need no such encouragement, and simply savor the waves of heat coursing through my body, electrified nerves pulsing their messages of arousal to my aching clit.

I cum for the first time, orally impaled on Robbie, and with my ass now stinging excruciatingly. Then I pull up, gasping. Robbie's hands are on me and I'm turned one eighty degrees. Knowing what is expected of me, I have half of Jason's slightly longer cock in my mouth before the first of Robbie's spanks lands on my tender butt.

I'm already hypersensitized and my second orgasm comes quickly. It's more profound and leaves me trembling.

— — —

Jason stands and takes control. And I'm his creature, I know I will do anything he wants. He positions me on my knees, right in front of the still seated Robbie. "Suck him. Not too deep. Just use him for comfort while we give this a go."

Rather than saying anything, I just start to fellate Robbie, and closes his eyes. I guess my technique is improving.

I hear the cap of a lube bottle flipped, and then the sputtering sound of its contents being squeezed out. I feel Jason's fingers smear the gel over my asshole. I realize only now that my ring is slightly open, a testament to my strenuous, but unsuccessful, efforts to accommodate the large plug.

"That's a nice little gape, angel," says Jason approvingly. "This should go smoothly."

I feel all my senses are tuned to maximum receptivity. The crinkle of Jason unwrapping a condom sounds like a crackling fire to my sensitized ears. Another squeeze of lube, and I feel his bulbous head against my quivering sphincter. I suck my penile pacifier more rapidly, and Robbie moans softly.

Then pressure. Fuck, so much pressure!

"Just try to relax, angel. Try to push me out, it will help, like with a plug." Jason's voice is low, smooth, and supportive. "I'm gonna press some more; you're doing great."

I squirm as my already traumatized ring is stretched remorselessly. I suck Robbie harder and begin to rub my clit. Maybe this is too much.

Then Jason spanks me hard. And, as the shock of the impact races through my body, I realize that he has used the distraction to force himself into my reluctant ass. We did it!

Fuck! That's a lot, a real lot. Even just his head makes me feel so full. I want to pee. Instead, I suck and rub. Robbie is now groaning, his head rolling from side to side.

I've only just gotten used to the initial anal invasion when Jason begins to slide deeper. He rocks back and forth, going a fraction deeper with each new thrust. Butt plugs are one thing, but this is a living organ working its way up my anal cavity.

It feels deeply wrong, unnatural even. I desperately want to squeeze him out of me. But yielding to his perverse penetration is such a exquisite, tingling torture that I can hardly cope with my emotions. It feels soothing to have Robbie in my mouth; it's like he is mooring me to normality while Jason is doing something sweetly abnormal at the other end of my body.

I relinquish my pussy; it feels almost like masturbation is a distraction. I focus on sucking and the sensation of Jason's considerable length slipping deeper and deeper inside me. Deeper and deeper, is there no end to him?

Tears roll down my cheeks, but not tears of pain. They simply reflect the piquant profundity of the experience.

At last, I've taken him all. I feel the pressure of his thighs against my reddened butt, and the pressure of his large member probing my depths. I can't think about Robbie; all I can do is to focus on acclimating to this foreign presence deep inside my body.

— — —

And acclimate I do. The unaccustomed sensation of a forbidden orifice being deeply probed remains, but it now feels sweetly transgressive. I have less need to expel the invader and a greater desire to accept it, and indeed to take things to the next level.

Looking back over my shoulder, I breathe, "It's so much. But I love it. Now fuck me! Make me your anal whore. I want to be your filthy anal whore."

It would take a certain type of man to resist such a request, and Jason isn't such a man. He grabs my waist firmly, pulls back, and sinks in balls-deep again. I squeal, not in pain, but in utter disbelief at how it feels. It feels... fucking amazing. And I embrace being a bad girl, it's who I am, who I want to be. I'm a fucking bad girl who loves being ass-fucked.

As Jason begins to plow me, I take Robbie back in my mouth. I can feel Jason's urgent thrusts. Feel them in my rectum, but also - amazingly - in my vaginal walls. And, as he pounds harder, in my conflagrant clitoris as well.

This is much too much. I don't know if I can do this. But - at the very same time - it's just so good. I feel balanced between intensity and craving, between being overwhelmed and surging arousal. I don't know what to feel. I'm beginning to get lost.

The sensations rise inexorably, taking me over, making my body tense, my nerves quicken, my heart thud. I'm bobbing my head up and down on Robbie now, taking him deep. Despite Jason's fevered assault on my ass, I pick up on Robbie's peaking excitement.

Jason is now panting and growling, thumping into me incessantly. I keep just the head of Robbie in my mouth and jerk his shaft with my hand. He's murmuring, "No, no, no," under his breath, meaning the opposite.

I'm like a roller coaster car being winched remorselessly upward toward the first crest, and the dizzying drop below. My body begins to shake and convulse. I'm shuddering as waves of unbearable pleasure crash over me. Mid-orgasm, Robbie floods my mouth with his warm semen, yet I hardly notice.

I'm now in free fall; my world is only Jason's unremitting hammering of my virgin ass. Before I can collect myself, I'm surging toward a second climax, and my roars mingle with his as I cum hard and longz And I feel his warm seed inundate my tight canal.

Inundate? Suddenly I panic. What the fuck is going on? The warmth is pervasive, not contained. It seeps into my depths, which can only mean...

"Oh, fuck!" Jason cries, "the condom!"

He pulls slipperily out of me. I look back, terrified of what I might see. And what I see is a naked cock with a flimsy green ring clinging to just its root.

I feel like my heart is going to explode, that I can't breathe. This can't be happening.

Jason is also clearly shocked. But our eyes meet. He must see the pure terror in mine, as immediately he focuses on me. "It's OK, it's OK, angel. I'm... I'm clean, I swear! It's no problem."

I'm hyperventilating and his words mean nothing to me. How could I have been so reckless?

Robbie's voice sounds out unexpectedly, "Show her, Jay."

Jason looks confused for a few seconds, then comprehension spreads over his face. He finds his phone and wakes it, beginning to scroll through something on the screen. He finds what he is looking for and hands it to me.

It's a medical report. The clinic is not far from my apartment. At the top appears 'Taylor, Jason E.' Further down are a series of test results, each one I see is negative. I don't bother to check them all. Instead my eyes scan up and I find a date. It's just three days ago.

"See," he says, "all clean. I was... I was going to suggest you get tested so we could do things bareback, but it felt like too much for your first time. Now..."

I have both relief and nausea washing over me. Robbie picks me up gently and sits me on the couch. I am dimly aware of Jason's ejaculate seeping out of me.

Then a thought hits me, "But I haven't been tested."

"You told us it had been almost a year since you last hooked up. Before us, that is," Jason said.

"Yeah. That's right," I reply.

"And when was your last annual?"

I think for a moment. "About four months ago."

"OK, and did you do blood work?" Jason asks.

"Yeah." I too find my phone and open Gmail.

I search for 'test results' and find what I want easily enough. It's not a comprehensive STI screening like Jason's, but it shows I'm negative for a handful of common sexually transmitted diseases. I show Jason.

"Looks good," he says. "I really think we are both fine."

"And here's mine," says Robbie, holding up his phone and scrolling through another long list of negatives.

Jason continues, "Listen, we are all clean. I mean it probably makes sense if we both do another test, but it will be fine, one hundred percent."

I'm not over the shock, but I can see what Jason says makes sense, and smile weakly. I feel cold and shivery, and wrap my arms around myself.

"Hey, baby girl, let's put you in bed."

I nod and Robbie carries me the short distance. When he lays me down, Robbie joins me on one side and Jason on the other. Jason whispers in my ear, "It's all gonna be OK."

I think he's right, and I think I need to sleep. And, as I drift off, it's nice to feel two pairs of arms around me. 'It's all gonna be OK,' I repeat silently to myself.

— — —

I wake and my watch tells me it's been more than ninety minutes. The guys are slumbering on either side of me. We are way over the time we agreed. It's sweet, or I guess so.

I feel anxiety rising in me, but tell myself again that it will be OK. With a wry smile, I also tell myself that my first anal sure was memorable. I reach over a sleeping Robbie and get my phone. I find the same clinic the guys had used and book an appointment for Monday. Somehow this calms me.

I realize that Jason's eyes are open and he's looking at me. "Good idea, but it really is OK. We are both super careful. But I understand how much of a shock it must have been, I was shocked myself. Even the thicker condoms aren't foolproof with anal, as we found out. Maybe I got kinda carried away; then you have that effect on me."

"Way to turn a problem into a compliment," I grin. "Are you always so suave?"

"Yeah, I'm a charmer," he smiles. "But, hey, fucking scary, right?"

I nod, feeling suddenly tearful despite my rationalizations.

Jason wraps me up in his arms and I cry softly into his chest. "It's OK, baby girl, let it out. It's OK."

I feel a little better and sit up, wiping my face. "Sorry, it's... it's a lot to deal with."

"Sure, it was a crappy thing to happen, but..."

"But...?" I say inquiringly.

"But, you really seemed into it... before..."

"Before I got my first anal creampie, you mean?"

He laughs at my weak attempt at levity. "Yeah, I guess."

More seriously, I say, "It was everything I could have hoped for... until it wasn't."

"Well, I hope some memories fade and others don't," Jason replies. "If it helps at all, I thought you were awesome."

I give him a quick cuddle, then Robbie starts to stir.

"I guess you two are gonna have to leave, right?" I'm kinda hoping that they might stay, but - considerate as they often are - I know it's not really like that. Neither is my boyfriend. Unbidden, someone else's face swims into my mind.

Jason replies, "We can stay, if you want. Totally up to you."

While I appreciate the offer, I can tell from Jason's tone what his true preference is. "It's OK, I'm a big girl, figuratively at least. It's all good. I'm sure you are right about not worrying."

We dress, and all the time I want to scream for them to stay. But I don't. I'm not sure I can bear the idea of begging and them still leaving. I get kisses, and Jason says he'll share his new test results when he gets them. I agree to do the same.

As they close the door behind them, I kinda collapse onto the couch. My ass feels weird, tender, stretched, and just... different.

I look at my watch, it's only eight. And suddenly I feel the need to talk. To talk to someone, to anyone.

Before I can stop myself, I'm out of my apartment. Ignoring the elevator, I bound up the stairs, and am soon knocking at fifty-five.

Only when he opens the door does it occur to me that I must be a disheveled mess. I guess my higher mental functions are taking a brief vacation.

"Hi," I say, as brightly as I can.

"Hi," Greg replies. If my appearance is repelling him, he shows no outward sign.

"Well..." I'm tongue-tied, this is my normal. Then I think, 'If you could cope with everything else that's happened today, you can cope with this.'

I speak more steadily. "That drink you mentioned this evening... are you...?" My heart seems to have stopped beating as I await his reply.

"Interested...? Free...?" He appears to be struggling as much as me.

I nod, and helpfully add, "Uh-huh."

"Well both really. Now...?"

This is positive. I'm not used to things going like this. But again I consider what I must look like.

"I should maybe change..."

"You look... beautiful." If he had clasped his hand to his mouth after speaking, it couldn't have been more obvious that Greg had said more than he intended.

But, inside me, something melts, something changes.

Feeling more positive about life than in years, I smile and reply, "That's sweet of you to say. I'm Emily, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Emily... well not meet... but..." His stuttering reply is impossibly endearing.

"Shall we?" I ask, extending my arm to him.

We head for the elevator hand in hand, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

THE END

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Our nameless heroine, and her two male playmates, explore other kinks together in both Post, Text, Fuck and Suck, Plug, Spank. Please use the navigation options at the end of this page to read these two stories.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like my erotic action / adventure novella, By The Horns, too. It's an homage to treasure hunting movies and video games, and features a female adventurer and a female archaeologist who very much enjoy each other's company, and the company of others, both human and mythical.

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Endnotes

You should, of course, always thoroughly wash new sex toys before use, following the manufacturer's instructions. I just felt this wouldn't add a lot to the story.

Another caveat: large anal insertions can easily cause injury, please be careful and know your limits.

Before anyone asks, the narrator isn't going to just jump into bed with Greg. Or at least not until she's received her test results.

I'm not the only Emily in the world ????. Some of the emotions here are ones I know well, but the story is not autobiographical in its details.

Thanks, as always, to my good friend, Djmac1031, for reading as I wrote and editing when I stopped.