Tease Me, Bless Me

Stefan grinned as he thumbed through his messages, heat stirring in his jeans with every scroll.

Fuck, she was relentless.

Every night, her texts got filthier dripping with a hunger you couldn't fake, no matter how much she tried to play it off. And yet, she always insisted it was just for fun.

"Just teasing," she'd say. "Just playing," with those innocent emojis. ????????????

Bullshit.

Her name was Ema. He met her on Tinder of all places. She had that girl-next-door vibe, the kind of profile full of soft smiles, Bible verses, and mentions of youth group retreats. She even taught Sunday school.

But in the DMs?

She was a filthy little sinner just waiting to be unchained.

She was everything he shouldn't want and exactly what he craved.

Their first few dates were sweet. She held his hand shyly, talked about her faith, said she wasn't ready for sex yet. "I want to wait," she said. "At least a little longer." She had rules, values. But she also had questions. So many damn questions.

Like a girl who'd never had it but dreamed about it every single night.

It started with:

"What turns you on?"

And it didn't stop.

Soon, every night became a slow descent into heat.

Ema: Do you like boobs or ass more? ????

Ema: Like if I was naked... where would your eyes go first?

Ema: Or your mouth? ????

At first, Stefan tried to keep it light. But she wanted detail. Craved it.

Stefan: Ass. Always. I'd pull you down on my lap and bite that soft little curve until you couldn't sit right the next day.

Ema: omg stop

Ema: actually don't stop

Ema: would you spank me?

And she wouldn't stop either. The more he gave her, the more she wanted.

Sometimes she'd be lying in bed, phone in hand, whispering things like:

Ema: I'm wearing one of your favorite colors tonight. Black lace. ????

Ema: No panties. Just the bra.

Ema: It's kinda slutty... you'd like it.

Sometimes she'd send blurry, teasing pics. Nothing too revealing just enough to ruin him.

A shadow of cleavage. Her thighs in tight shorts with the waistband tugged down just an inch too far. Her lips with her tongue peeking out, innocent and not.

But then came the cucumber.

It was a Friday night when she sent it.

A picture of her holding it upright in her hand pressed to her forearm.

Ema: Um... this is how big you are right?? ????

Ema: I'm scared.

Ema: And turned on.

Ema: Look at this omg...

Another picture followed. The cucumber beside her face, her expression a mix of mock terror and giddy lust.

A third: between her thighs, over leggings, her fingers wrapped around it like she was practicing.

Ema: This is what I'd have to do to even try, huh? ????

He could barely breathe.

Stefan: You're going to be the fucking death of me.

Ema: You like it ????

Ema: I've been thinking about it all day. Just holding it. Wondering how deep I could go.

Ema: It doesn't bend though like... your cock probably would in my throat.

She didn't send nudes never fully. But the words?

They were filthier than anything he'd ever seen.

Ema: Have you ever facefucked someone? Like properly?

Ema: I kinda want that

Ema: But idk I'm scared I'd gag

Ema: Or cry

Ema:... would you stop if I did?

He had to palm his cock through his pants just reading her texts. And she knew it.

Ema: Bet you're hard right now.

Ema: Are you stroking it?

Ema: Are you thinking about fucking my throat or my pussy more?

Ema: Or both?

Ema: Use me any way you want. I just want to feel it.

He couldn't help himself. One night, he sent her a full shot of his cock thick, veiny, hard as hell and leaking at the tip.

It was casual at first. No caption. Just a photo.

She didn't respond for ten full minutes.

Then came the message:

Ema: How would that even fit?

And just like that, the floodgates opened.

What followed were weeks of buildup.

Ema, whispering his name into her pillow while her parents watched TV downstairs.

Ema, stroking her pussy through lace panties while watching porn on mute, trying to match the pace of the girls in the video.

Ema, sending him shaky voice notes with breathy, broken confessions:

Ema (voice): I touched myself... twice already tonight

Ema (voice): I'm wet right now just thinking about your tongue

Ema (voice): Can I ask something crazy?

Ema (voice): Do you think you'd... like it if I swallowed?

He lived for those messages. Played them on loop some nights while jerking off, imagining her on her knees, eyes wide, lips stretched around him.

Ema: I've never done it

Ema: But I think about it

Ema: I want to learn with you

Ema: Will you teach me?

And she still kept pretending it was just flirting. Just fun. "Just teasing."

But Stefan knew better.

She was dripping with need. And every message brought her closer to breaking her rules.

Every dirty confession, every blushy emoji, every innocent "oops ????" was a slow, sinful unraveling.

She was spiraling and taking him with her.

And the worst part?

He fucking loved it.

And when she finally agreed to let him go down on her?

Stefan didn't waste a second.

She'd shown up in a hoodie and yoga pants, trembling before they even kissed. He had her on the bed in minutes, thighs spread, tongue buried in her soaked cunt. He licked like a man possessed groaning as he held her open, drinking her in like salvation. She came hard, her hands fisting the sheets, head thrown back like she was praying for forgiveness.

But that only made her bolder.

The next time, her fingers wrapped around his cock first one hand then both hands.

Shaky at first, unsure of the pressure, but so damn eager. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she gripped him tighter, stroking slowly from base to tip, fascinated by the way his cock twitched at her touch.

She bit her lip. "It's so hot... I can feel your heartbeat in it."

She moved her hands in sync, sliding up and down his shaft like she was giving him a massage clumsy but sincere, her thumbs teasing the veins, her wrists twisting just enough to make him grunt.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, gaze flicking between his face and the swollen head pulsing in her palms.

"You're doing fucking perfect," he growled, hips twitching as precum beaded at the tip.

Her eyes widened. She hesitated for just a second... then dipped her head, her pink tongue flicking out to taste him.

A soft moan slipped from her throat.

"That's... different," she whispered, wiping her lips and giggling nervously. "Salty. Not bad."

Then, before she could overthink it, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip. Just the head. Wet and tentative.

She bobbed once just a shallow suck then gagged softly, pulling off immediately with teary eyes and a shocked laugh.

"Okay," she gasped, wiping her mouth. "Yeah, not going further than that."

Her crucifix necklace brushed his stomach as she sat back, hands slick and trembling on his cock, still pumping him slowly. Her cheeks were flushed, lips glossy, pupils blown wide with heat.

Stefan was close dangerously close but he held back.

He didn't push her.

He just let her stroke him, worship him, tempt him.

Right on the edge of sin. Respecting her boundaries.

Worst was when the talk came about her ass.

"God, baby. This tight little thing..." He'd murmur it while rubbing her cheeks, fingers ghosting lower. "One day I'm gonna be buried balls-deep right here. Just imagine it me stretching you wide, making you moan."

She'd go quiet. Face flushed. Always changed the subject.

But then she started sending GIFs.

At first, it was playful softcore stuff. A girl slowly pulling off her panties. A close-up of a tongue sliding across a slick pussy. A guy gripping a girl's throat while kissing her rough and deep.

Stefan was into it. He'd always known her imagination ran dark underneath that Sunday school shell, but seeing it play out in motion? Fuck. It made everything realer.

Stefan: Where do you even find these?

Ema: The internet is vast, my son ????

Ema: And maybe I have a secret folder.

Ema: For research ????

He started sending some back clips that mirrored things they'd talked about. A girl choking prettily on cock. A guy fucking his girlfriend face-down, her moans silent but raw.

She liked those. Sent back flustered emojis. ????????????

And then... one night, while they were sexting, she dropped three in a row.

A messy blowjob wet, sloppy, the girl's mascara running as she gagged around a thick shaft.

Rough doggystyle her ass rippling with every thrust, the guy gripping her hips like he owned her.

And then...

A thick cock pushing into a tight, twitching asshole.

Raw. Slow. Intense.

Stefan blinked.

That one hit different.

Stefan: That one was new.

The reply came too fast.

Ema: Didn't mean to send it.

Ema: Just saved it by accident.

Ema: Thought it was the other one ????

He smirked.

Stefan: Sure, Ema.

Stefan: You wanna talk about it?

A pause.

A long one.

He could almost see her staring at her screen, blushing, biting her lip, trying to decide how much truth to admit and how much to hide behind a wink and a prayer.

And that was exactly what made it so fucking hot.

Then came the line that made his cock twitch hard in his jeans:

"You always talk about doing it to me. What if I wanted to try it... on you?"

He stared at the screen. What?

"Wait. Are you saying... you'd finger me?"

"More than that." Winky face. "I'd rim you. Finger you. Make you come like no one else ever has."

He exhaled, his hand already wrapped around his shaft. Jesus. Sweet little Ema, the church girl, just flipped the script.

He messaged back:

"Only if you let me wreck your ass after. Deal?"

"Deal."

By Saturday, the air between them practically crackled with tension.

Ema arrived at his place wearing a tiny pleated skirt and a blush that didn't match the weather. No panties. Stefan noticed immediately. One look up her thighs when she crossed her legs and his cock was already swelling in his jeans.

"You really came to collect on that deal, huh?" he murmured, eyes dark.

She didn't speak. Just nodded.

That was all the permission he needed.

He took her hand and led her straight to the bedroom. The air was thick with unspoken promises. He spun her around at the edge of the bed and pressed his mouth to hers slow, deep, wet. His hands slipped beneath her skirt, gripping her bare ass.

"You sure, baby?" he whispered against her lips, breath hot and teasing, the tip of his nose brushing hers.

Ema's eyes fluttered, lips parted, chest rising with every shaky inhale.

"I want to feel it," she breathed. Her voice was trembling, but sure. "All of it."

That was all the permission he needed.

He kissed her once more slow, deep, promising her everything and then gently pushed her back onto the mattress. Her body followed without hesitation, soft and open under his hands. She lay there in nothing but flushed skin and anticipation, thighs spreading willingly as he knelt between them.

Stefan took a moment. Just looked at her.

Her pussy was already glistening, soaked, her folds pink and swollen with need. He let his palms glide up the insides of her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off her, and then he leaned in.

His mouth met her center like a man starved.

There was no teasing no slow build-up. He devoured her.

Ema gasped, the sound sharp and breathless, her hips jerking up off the bed as his tongue dragged through her folds with messy, hungry strokes. She cried out again when he sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked, her fingers flying into his hair like she was drowning and he was her only anchor.

"Oh my God" she whimpered, back arching, legs twitching as he moaned into her.

He couldn't get enough. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he buried his face even deeper, nose pressed against her mound, tongue sliding into her slit before returning to circle her clit with feverish attention. Every time she gasped or clenched or whimpered his name, it drove him harder, rougher, sloppier.

He lapped at her like it was his last meal his whole face slick with her arousal, lips and chin glistening.

She was shaking.

She was coming.

When she came, it was loud and desperate, her thighs quivering around his head, her voice choked in disbelief.

And then... it was her turn.

He lay back against the pillows, chest rising hard and fast, his cock flushed dark and thick, resting heavy against his belly veins pulsing, the head swollen and leaking. The sight of it alone made her breath catch.

Ema moved slow, crawling up his body like a girl on a mission, her hair falling over her shoulders, eyes locked on his cock like it was sacred. Her small hands slid up his thighs, then one wrapped around his shaft barely able to close around it.

"So fucking big..." she whispered, almost to herself.

She pressed a kiss to the tip. Then another. Then licked across the slit, collecting a thick drop of precum with the flat of her tongue and moaning like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.

Stefan groaned, hips twitching.

"Holy fuck, Ema..."

She took him into her mouth, just the head at first wet, warm, tentative. Her lips stretched around the crown, sucking gently as her tongue teased the underside. She eased a little deeper, cheeks hollowing, taking him as far as she could... but it was only halfway.

She gagged softly and pulled back, panting, her lips slick and parted.

"I can't..." she gasped, eyes watering. "You're too deep..."

"That's okay," he rasped. "Whatever you can give me, baby."

She nodded, smiling, and went back in working the first few inches with slow, messy sucks while her hand stroked the base. Her other hand slid lower, caressing his thighs, his balls cupping them with gentle pressure.

Then her fingers wandered further.

She touched lower. Teased the space between his balls and his ass with a single fingertip, featherlight. Her eyes flicked up to his.

"Ema..." he warned, voice tight.

"Shh," she whispered. "You promised."

Her tongue flicked lower.

It happened so fast her lips still wrapped around his cock, her tongue tracing his rim. Hot. Wet. Sinful.

He jerked, breath catching in his throat.

"*Oh *fuck..."

She didn't stop. Her finger followed her tongue, rubbing slow, teasing circles around his back entrance. She spat softly just enough to slick it then rubbed again, gentle but firm.

"You okay?" she asked between sucks, breathless, her mouth still wrapped around his tip.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Do it."

Her finger pushed in. Slow. Careful. Tight.

Stefan's whole body went rigid, his cock twitching against her lips.

"You're so tight..." she moaned, her voice husky. She kissed the shaft, working her hand along it while that single finger curled inside him.

She searched for the spot just a little deeper and when she found it...

He howled.

His abs clenched. His thighs flexed. His cock jumped in her hand.

She wrapped her lips around the head again, sucking with more urgency, her finger still massaging inside him, hitting that spot again and again.

"I want you to cum like this," she whispered, voice dripping with heat.

"I want you to know what it feels like to lose control."

And he did.

The orgasm hit like a shockwave his body locking up as his cock erupted, spurting thick, hot ropes into her mouth. She moaned and swallowed, sucking him through every pulse, her finger still pressing inside, dragging every last drop out of him.

He came harder than he ever had his voice raw, eyes shut, breath shattered.

When it finally passed, he collapsed back into the bed, trembling.

Ema licked her lips, her eyes dark with hunger as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Jesus fuck," he panted, dazed.

She smiled sweetly.

"That was so hot."

Stefan didn't reply. He rolled her over, flipped her onto her stomach, and growled.

"My turn."

"W-Wait"

"Oh no, sweetheart," he whispered, grabbing the lube. "You opened this door. Now I'm coming through."

He slicked his fingers, spread her cheeks, and pressed the tip to her tight, twitching asshole. Ema gasped, but didn't pull away.

"Just a finger," she breathed.

He pushed inside. Then another. Her body shook, but her pussy was dripping onto the sheets.

"You're ready for more," he growled in her ear. "Next time? You'll be begging for my big cock back here."

She whimpered and knew he was right. But that's how far it went that day.

The days that followed were pure torture.

Ema couldn't stop thinking about that moment his finger inside her, his breath on her neck, her pussy leaking all over the sheets while her asshole clenched for more.

It was supposed to be a line. A tease. A maybe-someday.

Instead, it was a door flung wide open.

She touched herself constantly quietly, guiltily thinking about how it had felt to have something inside her where no one had touched before. She replayed the memory like a prayer, over and over, until her fingers were soaked and her sheets needed washing.

And every time Stefan kissed her, even just in passing, she felt her insides melt.

They barely had time to breathe that week, let alone fuck. Work, family, obligations it all piled up. The best they managed were whispered quickies, mouths muffled against skin, hands clutching beneath blankets. Still, Stefan never let her forget.

He'd tease her every chance he got.

Thursday night, she was on all fours, her pussy already slick as he fucked her from behind, deep and lazy. Then she felt it his hand, sliding down her back, fingers slipping between her cheeks.

He circled her rim.

Slow.

Then pressed in.

Ema cried out, back arching, her entire body convulsing around him.

His cock slammed deeper into her soaked pussy as his finger sank into her ass again.

It was too much.

She came hard shaking, gasping, trying not to scream into the pillow. Her clit pulsed wildly, her asshole clenching desperately around his finger as her body lost control.

Stefan came with a roar, burying himself deep, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her pussy still finger-fucking her ass while she whimpered beneath him.

But the next night, he didn't touch her there at all.

And that broke her.

By Saturday morning, Ema woke up soaked. Her thighs were sticky. Her pussy ached. And when she rolled over to pee, she felt it the slow, warm trickle of his cum from the night before slipping from her.

The moment she sat on the toilet, her muscles relaxed... and her back hole opened slightly, still tender, still twitching. Her breath caught. The sensation was strange too intimate. Too good.

Her belly tightened. Her pussy clenched.

She bit her lip.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She tried to shake it off. Stepped into the shower, hoping cold water might calm her nerves. But it didn't.

She lathered up her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. When her hand slipped behind her, over the curve of her ass, she hesitated.

Then... slowly... she pressed her finger against her puckered opening.

It slipped in.

Easily.

She gasped.

"Fuck..."

She braced herself on the wall, legs trembling as she pushed deeper, mimicking the pace Stefan had used. Her body reacted instantly. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy dripped.

And when she came, it was so sudden she nearly collapsed her mouth open, water hitting her face, her finger still buried in her ass.

She came from that.

From her finger in her ass.

She stood there under the water afterward, stunned, panting.

This wasn't curiosity anymore. This was need.

When she stepped out, her towel clung to every curve but it was the drag of cotton between her cheeks that made her knees wobble. Her hole still ached. Still throbbed.

She needed Stefan.

Now.

Stefan was half-asleep when Ema crawled back into bed, the shower steam still clinging to her skin. But his cock? Wide awake. Stiff, hard, and resting against his stomach like it was waiting for her.

She stared at it, entranced. It was thick, flushed red at the head, a drop of precum already glistening at the tip. Her mouth watered.

She didn't even hesitate.

Her hand slid down, curling around his shaft. It twitched under her touch.

Stefan groaned low. "Mmm... morning to you too."

She didn't answer just bent her head and wrapped her lips around him.

"Fuck," he hissed.

She sucked slow and deep, her mouth a wet heat around him. Her head bobbed, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. She was ravenous. Focused. Worshipping his cock with single-minded hunger. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging, then dipped lower.

When her fingertips grazed his rim again, his whole body jerked.

"Shit, Ema..."

She pulled off just long enough to smirk up at him. "Woke up horny."

"No shit."

She slid her lips back down his cock until he hit the back of her throat, and stayed there. Stefan's hips bucked. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her. She took everything he gave her, and more. Her fingers danced between his legs again, circling his sensitive rim, just enough to make his thighs tremble.

After several minutes, she pulled off with a wet pop and rolled onto the bed, ass raised high.

"Please," she whispered. "I need you inside me."

Stefan growled. That voice soft, breathy, desperate was his undoing.

He moved behind her, hands spreading her cheeks. Her pussy was glistening, her thighs slick with arousal. But what caught his eye was her other hole. Pink. Puckered. Clean. Twitching.

Begging.

He ran the head of his cock between her soaked lips, teasing her, then slid it higher... letting it press lightly against her asshole.

She tensed.

"Steady," he murmured. "Just teasing."

But Ema pushed back against him.

He paused.

"Do you want it?" he asked, voice hoarse. "Tell me."

She shivered. "I think I do. I'm scared. But I... I need it."

Stefan reached for the lube already kept on the nightstand, just in case. He warmed some between his fingers, then rubbed a slick coat over her tight ring.

"You say stop, I stop. Got it?"

She nodded, fists clutching the sheets.

He slipped one finger in. Then two. Her body welcomed him still tight, but looser than before. She moaned, her hips rocking gently.

Then he lined up the head of his cock.

"Just the tip," he whispered.

She nodded.

He pressed forward. Her body resisted, then slowly achingly gave in.

The head popped through.

Ema's eyes flew open, mouth parting in a silent gasp.

"Holy fuck," Stefan groaned. "You're so tight..."

She was trembling, clenching around the thick crown of his cock, her pussy soaked and twitching. Her fingers worked her clit desperately, trying to ground herself in the chaos of sensation.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "More."

He eased in further. Her hole stretched, burned, then fluttered. She sobbed into the pillow, not from pain but from shock. From how good it felt.

He bottomed out. Slowly. Completely.

She felt everything every pulsing vein, every inch of his thick length buried in her ass.

And then he moved.

Slow. Deep. Gentle, but firm.

She cried out with each thrust, body clenching, pussy dripping onto the sheets.

"You're doing so good, baby," he growled. "So fucking good."

"I can feel all of you," she whimpered. "I didn't think it would feel this good."

Her hand worked her clit faster, and Stefan slammed into her with steady rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves through her spine.

"I'm yours," she gasped.

That did it.

Her orgasm exploded. She screamed into the sheets as her asshole clenched violently around his cock, milking him.

Stefan groaned. "Gonna cum..."

He pulled back just enough to hover at her rim and erupted. Hot, thick ropes of cum pumped into her tight little hole, spilling deep, deep inside. He stayed buried, twitching, until the last drop filled her.

When he pulled out, his load oozed from her used hole, dripping down between her cheeks.

Ema collapsed.

"Fuck," she whispered. "I feel it everywhere."

Stefan kissed her spine. "You were perfect."

She moaned. "Next time... don't pull out."

He grinned. "You'll get it all."

Morning sunlight crept through the blinds, casting lazy golden stripes across Ema's bare back. She stirred slightly, her body sore in all the right places especially between her cheeks, where the stretch of Stefan's cock had left her loose, tender, and still throbbing.

He was already awake. Lying on his side. Just... watching her.

Her ass was propped up on a pillow, cheeks spread just enough to reveal the pink, glistening evidence of the night before. His cum still leaked slowly from her twitching hole, a creamy trail running down to her thighs.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

She heard it and smiled sleepily. "You're staring."

"I can't stop."

He ran his hand over the swell of her ass, dragging a fingertip through the messy drip. She shuddered.

Her asshole clenched.

He grinned.

"Still sore?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm..." Her voice was hoarse, spent. "But not in a bad way."

His thumb slid along her rim, then circled it.

"You're still open," he whispered. "Still stretched for me."

She moaned, her pussy fluttering.

"You like that?" he teased. "Knowing I wrecked your ass so good you couldn't close around me?"

She whimpered.

He grabbed a pillow, propped her up higher, and pressed his cock between her cheeks again. Already half-hard. Already slick from the mess between her legs.

"I think your ass wants round two," he growled.

She barely had time to catch her breath before his cock was sliding against her rim again. Just rubbing. Teasing. Her body twitched under the attention, hole pulsing, leaking, aching for more.

She looked back at him, eyes glassy.

"I want it again," she whispered. "Please."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

He spat in his hand, lubed his shaft, and lined up. The head pressed against her pucker, and this time? Her body gave way eagerly.

She gasped as he slid in, inch by inch, her used hole swallowing him greedily.

"That's it," he groaned. "Take it. You need this now, don't you?"

She nodded wildly, face buried in the sheets. "Yes. Yes, fuck me. Use my ass."

He thrust deeper, gripping her hips, fucking her with a steady rhythm that had her sobbing in seconds. The filth of it, the ownership of it, pushed her over the edge again and again.

She came twice hard, fast, clenching around his cock like she couldn't let go. And when Stefan finally spilled inside her again, it was with a growl, hips flush against her ass, his cock pulsing with every spurt.

Her ass leaked thick with his cum as she collapsed.

"Don't move," he said, breathless. "I want to see it drip."

She moaned, still shaking. Her asshole gaped slightly, stretched open, cum trickling from the raw, reddened hole.

"Fuck," Stefan whispered. "You're a fucking dream."

Stefan helped her to the bathroom, her legs trembling, knees weak. She leaned on him, still hazy with pleasure and thick with the feeling of him deep inside her. Every step made her shiver.

She sat on the toilet, and as her muscles relaxed... his cum spilled out in a slow, heavy rush.

Ema gasped.

"Oh my god..."

It wasn't just the sensation it was what it meant. She was stretched. Ruined. Pleased.

Her fingers drifted to her clit without thought. She rubbed slowly, watching the thick, white mess ooze out of her back hole. Her body responded instantly.

She came hard again right there, sitting on the toilet, Stefan watching in stunned silence.

"You're insatiable," he whispered.

She looked up through hooded eyes. "You made me this way."

He followed her into the shower. The hot water hit them like steam in a sauna. Ema leaned into his chest, lips against his neck, her wet body slick and trembling.

"You really love my ass, huh?"

He groaned into her hair. "I'm obsessed."

She turned around, pressed her ass against him. His cock, already stiff again, slid between her cheeks.

"Then show me."

The words hung heavy in the steam.

She bent slightly, hands braced on the tile. Water ran over her back. Her ass spread for him. Her hole still stretched and glistening. Still slick from lube and cum.

Stefan didn't wait.

He grabbed her hips, spit in his hand, and pressed the head of his cock back to her pucker.

It slipped in.

She gasped, bracing hard against the wall. Her muscles tightened around him. He pushed deeper, deeper, until his hips met her ass.

He fucked her slow at first water sliding down her body, steam curling around them. His cock glided in and out of her ass with slick, filthy ease.

Then she looked back.

"Harder."

He growled. Picked up the pace. His hips slammed against her with wet slaps, his cock plunging deep into her every time.

"You feel that, baby?" he grunted. "Feel how deep I am?"

She whimpered, nodding frantically. "Yes. Oh fuck, I can feel it in my belly."

Her hands slipped, her cheek pressed to the tile as he fucked her harder, meaner, deeper. She was sobbing through another orgasm before she even realized it.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled. "You want it again? Want my cum in your ass, slut?"

"YES!" she screamed. "Fill me! Fucking fill me!"

Stefan slammed deep and unleashed his cock exploding inside her with pulse after pulse of molten heat. He ground into her as he came, making sure every last drop stayed deep.

They collapsed together under the spray, panting, dazed.

Afterward, she knelt beside the bed, spreading her cheeks in the mirror.

"Look at me," she whispered. "Look what you did."

Her hole was puffy, red, still leaking.

Stefan knelt behind her, tongue dragging over the rim. She cried out.

"I'm not done," he said.

And he meant it.

Meanwhile...

"Uhhh BITCH???"

That was the first message.

Ema smirked at her phone, lying on her stomach, legs kicking in the air like she wasn't about to type a goddamn novel about getting her ass absolutely destroyed.

"What?" she replied, fake-innocent.

"Don't 'what' me, Ema Anne Grace-From-Church. I saw your selfie last night. The afterglow?? You looked like you just got digged down by the devil himself."

"Not the devil. Stefan."

"SAME THING."

Ema laughed out loud and took a sip of her iced coffee. This was going to be a conversation. Probably a long one.

"Okay, you want the truth?"

"Gimme everything. NO FILTER. I've known you since Mrs. Greely's class when you peed yourself on the swings. I deserve this story."

"UGH fine. Don't freak out."

"Bitch. I live for freak outs."

Ema bit her lip, opened a fresh text bubble, and just started typing.

"So. We did it. Not like 'we did it' we've done that before. But we did it it."

"Girl if you say anal I'm gonna scream."

"Then go ahead and scream."

"AHHHHHHHHHH okay wait what the ACTUAL FUCK. YOU???"

"Me."

"Miss 'my body is a temple'? Miss 'I want to save some things for marriage'???"

"First of all, I said SOME. Not ALL. Second... bitch, you should've felt it."

"I mean I couldn't even take that boy's cock in my dreams let alone my BUTT. Like?? HOW."

Ema giggled. She loved this. The shock. The disbelief. The curiosity. Her thumbs flew across the keyboard.

"Okay okay. So. He was super gentle at first. We've been talking about it for weeks. Like he'd fingered me there before and teased it, and I'd been watching some... videos ????"

"WHAT KIND OF VIDEOS Ema."

"You know damn well what kind."

"Bitch I'm SCREAMING."

Ema didn't stop. She told it all.

How he lubed her up. How she was nervous, but so turned on it hurt. How she felt the head of his cock press against her and her whole brain just glitched. How it burned a little at first, but then...

"... then it was like this full-body buzz. Like everything in me was screaming, 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING' but also 'DON'T YOU DARE STOP.'"

"STOPPPPPP I'M SWEATING."

"Dude. When he slid all the way in?? My mouth legit dropped open. I couldn't even speak. I think I short-circuited. My brain was just dial tone."

"How did it fit though?? Like isn't he huge? Like you told me once he had that 'Jesus take the wheel' dick."

"HE DOES. And I was lowkey convinced it was physically impossible. But he went slow. Used like a gallon of lube. Kept checking in. It helped that I'd... practiced a little ????"

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU'VE BEEN SHOVING THINGS IN YOUR BUTT ON YOUR OWN???"

"Don't act surprised. My shower head already knows all my secrets."

For three straight hours, they texted non-stop. No topic was too taboo. Her friend had so many questions.

"Did it hurt?"

"At first, yeah. Like pressure and a little sting. But then it faded, and it was just FULL. Like being stretched from the inside, but in the hottest way."

"Did you cum from it?"

"Twice. Without even touching my clit the first time. My whole body just... shook. I felt it everywhere. I'm not even being dramatic."

"You're never dramatic. Except when you tripped on a gum wrapper and claimed you were dying."

"OKAY WELL I LIVED BITCH. AND I GOT DICKED IN THE ASS, SO WHO'S LAUGHING NOW."

Ema told her how proud she was. Like genuinely.

"I didn't think I could take it. Like I was terrified I'd chicken out. Or cry. Or fart or something LMAO."

"YOU WOULD."

"But I didn't. I took the whole thing. I took it. And not just once. We did it again the next morning. My butt was sore but still like... ready???"

"Okay now you're just bragging and I'm jealous."

"You SHOULD be."

Then came the visuals. Ema, being Ema, couldn't help but describe it in full color.

"Like when I looked in the mirror after? My hole was still open. Like puffed out and wet and leaking his cum. I swear to god it was the dirtiest, sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"I am so close to buying lube right now it's not even funny."

"DO IT. Get the warming one. And something silicone-based. I've learned things."

"This is the most educational convo I've had since health class and I blacked out during the condom demo."

It wasn't just sex. They laughed about the awkward parts too.

"At one point I was trying to be all sexy and said 'fill me up daddy' but it came out like I was ordering a milkshake at Denny's."

"STOPPPP ????????????"

"Then I nearly cried when he pulled out and I felt the cum dripping out. Like my hole was still twitching like it missed him."

"Okay I'm putting my phone down and walking into traffic."

Eventually, Ema paused mid-thought. Her phone buzzed with a new message.

From Stefan.

Stefan ????: You up? Pick you up in an hour for movies? I want you in my lap the whole time.

Her stomach did a slow, delicious roll.

Ema: Oh I'm VERY up.

She flipped back to her bestie's chat.

"Okay girl I gotta go. Movie date night. I'm probably not gonna sit through any of it because, well, you know ????"

"YOUR POOR ASSHOLE. GIVE IT A NIGHT OFF."

"NOPE. IT LIVES FOR THIS NOW."

"Okay well have fun. Try not to moan during the previews."

"Can't promise anything. Love you cheeky slut."

"Love you more, wanna be holy anal queen."

The end.

(For now)