The Devil's Threeway Pt. 02: Anal

The Devil's Threeway II: Anal

"Fuck! Fuck! God, I'm so close!" I screamed.

"Tell me," Gabe breathed the words into my ear, his hips smacking against mine.

"Please, please can I cum?" I asked, nearly yelling over the sex sounds.

He pounded into me, using my tight asshole just like a pussy. With one hand, I held a vibrator up to my clit, my bare bountiful breasts roughly swung back against my body through the force of us fucking.

Thrown back with each thrust in my ass, I tried desperately to keep grinding out another second of pleasure against the bulbous, spongy Hitachi head. I only had so long to enjoy the wand before he took it. I was right on the edge again, the toy whirring over the sounds of him pulling nearly all the way out.

"Oh... god.." I whimpered, the wind almost knocked out of my voice as he drove himself back inside me.

"Can I cum?"

"You know what you need to do," He said, pulling my hair as fucked me.

I dropped the vibrator, leaving it shaking on the sheets of Gabe's bed.

"Now cum for me..."

Over the past few months, Gabe had trained me, teaching me how to enjoy my depraved fantasies. Together, we let loose the devil inside of my wildest imaginings, working towards fulfilling every dirty fantasy rubbed out while watching the worst kinds of porn. After a semester studying my ass off at college, avoiding any sex outside of a camera, I finally could indulge regularly in everything I'd ever seen during those years I'd spent masturbating to erotica.

I found out I wasn't weird, sick, or broken for wanting more sex than a repressed Stepford wife. In dirty talks, shared viewings, and some intensely philosophical discussion, we synched up, finding ourselves too eager to embark on this journey together...

If we were weird depraved sex fiends... well, at least we were weird depraved sex fiends together.

We met during Halloween, quickly falling for each other due to our mutual eagerness to immediately indulge in a devil's threesome. Unlike most guys, Gabe didn't distinguish between the girls he wanted to date and the ones he wanted to randomly fuck at some frat party. And after many long, sensual conversations about many sexual topics, I agreed with Gabe's thesis on sex. Though to be honest, the many ways he tried to articulate it were often so confused and excited that he might as well have been spoken through a haze of marijuana mist.

But he was right - society has fucked up our sex lives.

It was the problem.

It's more than just that girls shouldn't want to have sex as much, or even that women should be responsible for checking a man's libido. It's even more than the casual, cultural acceptance that simply by being online a woman should just expect dick pics. It's a crazy sense of repression that claws its way out of curiosity and ignorance. It boils and bubbles, searing to the surface in bursts and blasts, catching and burning up citizens at random.

Who will be unlucky enough to send a nude to a boyfriend who puts it up on the internet? Whose private Facebook account will get noticed by a student, who shares that bikini picture from her vacation? Whose drunk DMS will be shared around the office?

Whose trip to the strip club gets shared through GPS?

The pot will eventually boil over, the temperature of our sexual imaginations reaching a point past what any ancient text could have predicted. According to Gabe, the future is bright, filled with sex-bots, legalized prostitution, and fun, surgical fetish options.

And just like with the pill, pornography, condoms, vaccines, fleshlights, and human body pillows, I can't say he's wrong. Maybe attitudes should change...

Mine had.

My boyfriend, the man I had met after having a threeway, was fucking me the ass, commanding me not to cum with my toy. And all because he wanted to know if I could will out the orgasm through my asshole.

I'd come a long way from the timid, self-conscious thing flinching at the first finger inside my butt.

Over the last few months, Gabe trained my asshole with toys of increasing sizes, making sure that I got used to a butt plug much wider than his cock. At first, the only way I could take anything in my virgin hole was with a copious amount of attention on my clit. When he worked a finger inside or the narrow end of the plug or a vibrator, he made sure one of us held a Hitachi against my pussy.

I would grind back and forth against it, the overwhelming vibrations in the toy forcing me to buck back against whatever he pushed into my ass. But for several weeks, he never even tried to actually fuck me back there, letting me adjust to my secret hole as another source of pleasure.

Until I begged...

Something about the tingling reverberation inside of my tight little canal made me able to take it better, though often after an orgasm I would start clenching hard, suddenly aware of any brutish thing inside my rectum.

In response, Gabe had started teasing me with orgasms.

Initially, he would just stop with me right on the edge, waiting for the embers inside to die down a little before beginning anew. Then this idea built into a new sort of dominance. Every time he fucked me, Gabe would drive me to a near crazed point of lust, where I would truly be capable of anything. My clitoris would throb and ache with a dull sort of pain until I couldn't take it anymore. Whatever he wanted, whatever I had to say or do, anything to cum.

It was during these times of desperation and degradation that I confessed my true desires, the kinky fantasies dwelling in the darkness of my imagination, thoughts I could barely even admit to myself. Every time became a game, and in order to cum, I had to articulate another, dirtier scenario than last night.

Inside of me, his cock slowing to a painful stop, he would whisper in my ear...

"Tell me what a slut you are..."

And I would answer with some many wanton admissions.

"I want another cock in my mouth..."

"More..."

He always made me admit more than I even knew about myself.

"I want a dick inside every hole... I want you to train me to be airtight."

"More..."

"I need cum all over my face."

"More..."

"I want to be taken to a bar and bent over the counter. Fuck, Gabe! Let as many guys as you want fuck me. Let them cum inside of me. I want to walk around like your little bitch, cum leaking down my legs, begging for one more load."

One night, he was fucking me, a butt plug firmly lodged in my other end. After spouting out what a slut I was, he again asked the question.

"More..."

"I want to be fucked in the ass!" I begged. "Please, Daddy, I'm ready."

He had been so big, so different from the vibrator. It had almost burned at first, stretching me past what I thought I could take. I bit my lip, trying to distract myself as he pushed inch after inch inside of my last virgin hole.

He had been sure to make that sink in.

"God you're so tight." He said, buried deep inside of me. "That's the end of your virginity. No man will ever do anything new to my slut. Now it's all about how many men will end up fucking each of these holes."

He slammed into me, bringing me nearly to tears. I don't know if it was the frantic way he worked himself in or the harshness of his words, but I barely held myself together.

Thankfully he seemed to recognize my vulnerability.

"I'm glad you're such a whore Danielle," He said. "I'm glad some other man fucked you first. But I'm going to breed your asshole. No matter who else fucks your ass, you'll always remember when I took you. When I made every one of your holes mine."

He finished quickly inside of me, knowing that I would be tender my first time. Only with his cock firmly between my cheeks, when my worn-out hole full of his semen, did he allow me to cum. My hand worked feverishly around my clit, desperate to have an orgasm with him still inside of me. It didn't take long before my body started to trash, convulsing with my climax, causing his shrinking dick to finally slip out of my used up asshole.

Every few days, my ass belonged to Gabe. He expected me to come over to the frat cleaned out, ready to be used. And here I was again, completely naked, my breasts bouncing back and forth as he fucked my asshole.

Only this time, I wasn't allowed to even touch myself.

If I wanted to cum, it had to be from the relentless pounding in between my cheeks. Gabe drove into me, positioning me on my hands and knees. His hands squeezed roughly on my breasts, pinching and mauling my nipples in exactly the right rough way, forcing me back against him.

I let out a loud gasp, trying to force myself to relax.

My tight hole clenched down on him, at times trying to expel the invader. And yet as worked up as he'd gotten me before, I couldn't bring myself to climax. It was all I could do to bear down, biting my lips at the sound of his hips slapping against mine.

"Fuck, fuck it's so big..." I said.

"Tell me what your ass is for," He growled, driving hard into me.

"My ass is for fucking!" I begged. "Please, please let me cum!"

"You can cum," Gabe answered. "Whenever you want."

"Please Daddy," I turned back, knowing how much he liked me to call him that.

I looked over my shoulder as he slid back and forth, slowing down for a second.

"Please let me touch myself."

"Not yet, you're not desperate enough," Gabe answered.

"Please!"

"Tell me what you want," He commanded.

My hands shook, barely able to keep myself upright as he pushed inside of me on the bed. His cock throbbed inside of me, his hands pulling me close even as I tried my best to worm away from him.

It didn't work; his hands dug into the soft flesh of my tits, squeezing too hard for a second before he released me. Momentum carried me forward. I put one hand out against the headboard for balance, keeping myself upright.

"Please! Gabe it hurts..."

I didn't know what hurt most, my needy pussy or my used hole. Usually, when he fucked me in the ass, my hand was working my pussy, allowing me to focus on bringing myself pleasure. Instead, a dull sort of throb caused my cunt to ache, desperate to cum and yet sensitive to the touch.

"Tell me what a slut you are," Gabe commanded.

"I wanted this..." I moaned.

"More..." Gabe said. "And maybe I'll let you cum."

"I want to be fucked by two men again," I said.

"Just two?"

"No..."

"How many men would you let you fuck you?"

With that, his tempo increased, and I let out a sharp cry of pain. He moved one hand to grip my dark brunette ponytail, yanking back on my hair.

"How many men would my girlfriend fuck?" He demanded.

Part of me swooned at hearing him label me, even as we plotted on how to share me.

"Oh god, oh god I don't care!" I confessed. "As many as you want, Gabe!"

"Five men?"

"God yes! One in each hole!"

"With everyone watching?" He asked.

"Put in on Pornhub! I don't give a fuck! I want everyone to know that I'm your slut!"

"Are you ready yet? Do you want to be used by an entire party?"

"Yes, god yes, Gabe whatever you want! Just cum in me..."

Any thought of actually bringing myself to orgasm evaporated. It was just too much; he was too big, my hole too tender, too tight. And yet I wanted to please him, to make up for not being able to make myself cum at his command. I put both hands forward now, pushing back against the headboards, moving my ass against him.

It hurt like hell, but I wanted him to finish quickly.

"Please just breed my ass!" I begged. "I can't take much more."

I hadn't used my safeword. It was a source of pride that I rarely yelled red. There was something about submitting, about placing myself in his rough, strong hands and letting him do whatever he wanted. It allowed me to take it, even though it hurt, and combine even the mild burning sensation into an act of excitement. It was part of becoming a sex object, just another hole for him and everyone else to fill with their cum.

He slammed back into me, bottoming out before withdrawing. There isn't a worse feeling than the second when his large head crests out of my rectum. The emptiness was strange. It hurt more going out than coming in, although mitigated by the sexual mood still maintained in absence of any satisfaction for my aching pussy.

I collapsed, his pillow muffling a small scream of pain.

"Touch yourself!"

Before I could start moving a finger around my pussy, he bent down, his tongue diving into my asscrack. It took me a while not to feel self-conscious about this - no matter how well I cleaned myself out or how much he told me I really only tasted like lube, I always worried. If it hadn't caused such an incredible feeling inside, I never would have let him.

But he had insisted on eating my ass as anal foreplay.

And I loved it.

His tongue darted around my opening, puckering open and shut, still reacting to the massive dick he'd just shoved inside of me. He lapped around the ring, then stuck forward, licking inside of me. There was something so sensual, almost like an erotic tickle as he wormed past my tiny opening.

I barely had to touch myself before my libido restarted. That familiar tingling spread through my thighs, threatening to break my fidelity. But my orgasm came now at his command, and I couldn't think of actually cumming without asking permission.

And yet, this is what I was about to do.

"Fuck, Daddy can I cum?!" I asked.

"Not yet..."

"I'm so close! God, it hurts! I need it. I need to cum! I'll do anything!"

He withdrew, almost immediately, and before I knew it, his cock was spreading me open again. I lay flat on my stomach, his hand pulling mine from my vagina. He drove into me, his dick disappearing in between my round cheeks. He increased the pressure, my face nearly smothered as we tangled up in the sheets.

"Cum now!" Gabe said. "I want you to cum from my cock in your ass!"

"I'm trying, God I'm so close..."

I was right on the edge. I cheated a little, rubbing my pussy against a bunched up part of the sheets, even that small touch enough to bring there.

"You want this," Gabe said. "Most girls do this maybe once or twice. You want it every other day. When your pussy gets tired and sore, you give me your ass."

"Oh god..."

Gabe could really talk dirty. Truthfully, it was a characteristic that spilled over into lengthy diatribes about anything. Unlike most men, who could do little more than groan, my boyfriend could take the smallest thread of a thought and create a carnal tapestry.

"I'm not going to fuck you again until you prove what a slut you are," Gabe said. "I'm going to arrange it. Enough people at the fraternity have already seen what a whore you are, I'm sure they'd stand in line to fuck you. And after, with your cunt and asshole dripping cum, then I'll take you again. I'll fuck my greedy little slut until she's completely used up until she's begging that's she had enough and-"

"God Daddy, can I cum?!"

"Cum for me!

For a second, I stopped breathing, unsure of what was happening to me. The air caught in my throat, a new sensation spreading up from my stomach. Then the reaction started, my hips halting their insatiable grinding as my climax coursed out through my body. It came over me slowly, subtly, and yet the same tell-tale signs were there.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming Gabe."

"Good girl, I knew what a dirty little anal slut I had. You won't be happy until you have a cock in each of your holes, using you up -"

But I could barely hear him.

My hips rocked, my breasts shaking even as they pressed against the bed. My cries of pleasure were stifled by the mattress, and still, they spilled out into the tiny room. I vibrated internally for a minute or more before I stopped, now knowing the full width of the dick inside my ass. I bit down on my lip, trying to take, forced to beg.

"Please, Daddy can I touch myself..." I asked.

"Go ahead, do whatever you want. Now I know you have two pussies, two holes just as desperate to be taken."

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as he slammed into me harder. "OH GOD DADDY! Please finish!

"When will it be finished?" He asked.

I knew what he wanted.

"Cum in me!" I yelled again, the intensity almost too much to take.

"When will I be finished with your ass?"

"When Daddy's cum is in it!" I screamed as he drove into me harder.

"Good girl..." He said. "Even when you go back to Towson, you aren't allowed to cum without permission."

"Yes sir," I whimpered, my head swimming with the sound of our hips smacking together.

"Whenever you come back, you're going to be so keyed up that I can do anything I want to you. I'm going to share you. I'm going to use you just like one of those public disgrace girls, letting everyone see what a whore you really are... just three holes..."

"Yes Daddy," I managed.

"What are you?"

I knew what to say.

"I'm just three-holes for fucking!"

"And nice titties to look at," He added.

I was near tears, the pounding in my hole becoming too much. Even so, my pussy had restarted. The dirty talk, the submission, the insidious idea of not being allowed to fuck him until a group of men had their way with me, all of it creating new waves of pleasure to ride.

"Tell me what your ass is for?"

"My ass is for cum!" I yelped. "My ass is for fucking!"

"I'm almost there, I'm almost there, I'm about to breed my baby girl!"

"Breed me Daddy! Breed me, I'm just a stupid slut that needs to be fucked...:

His cock twitched inside of me, filling me at once with his warm seed. His head spasmed, semen spilling inside of me, shot after shot. There was something so satisfying about having a man cum inside of me. It always created a sense of accomplishment, usually injecting me with one last climax from the raw sensuality.

This was no different."

"Stay inside me Daddy," I begged. "Just a second longer, I need to..."

I didn't get it out, and for the first time in nearly a month, I came without permission. I rocked against his cock, my ass cheeks shaking and shimming against his body, forgetting his girth as I rode out one last orgasm before he withdrew.

He pulled out, laying limply against my back for a moment before kissing my shoulder. After a minute or so, our bodies combined in a mixture of sticky sweet sex and lube that really needed to be addressed. While Gabe went to shower. I lingered a little longer, enjoying the warm cum sloshing inside of me.

It's this moment that I really loved the most about submission, right after the orgasm, when everything else in the world fades mutely into the background. Awash in blissful satisfaction, I closed my eyes, almost ready to drift off by the time he returned to hold me.

His hands went to my temple, stroking down my ear and through my hair.

"Did you enjoy that Daddy?" I asked.

"Can't you tell? It's inside of you," Gabe said. "Did you enjoy it? I hope it wasn't too much."

"It was exactly what I needed," I said into the pillow. "I just wish I didn't have to go back to class tomorrow."

"We'll have fun this weekend," Gabe said. "Trust me, it will be worth the wait..."