Stretching Shilpa's Sweet Sphincter

STRETCHING SHILPA'S SWEET SPHINCTER

by Emily Miller

This vignette is based on part of a story outline assembled by erotica_n_s. The full outline may be viewed here. This story was written in about fifty minutes and initially published as a series of posts on the Authors' Hangout forum. This version has been collated, extended, edited, and reformatted.

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He stood above me, holding me under each knee of my parted legs. I suddenly felt not just shy, but vulnerable. And he seemed impossibly big, his hardness towering. I thought I could almost see the blood surging through its prominent veins. And he was going to put that in my ass? What was I thinking?

But alongside my doubts other feelings were surging. Feelings that grew and grew until they forced my trepidation to one side, overwhelming my apprehension, replacing it with raw desire. My tremorous trembling morphed into quivering excitement. And I knew what I needed, what I craved, what I wanted to be.

I nodded, and heard a small, but clear voice saying one word, "Yes."

"Let's go slow, Shilpa, OK? You tell me if it's too much." With that, he bent over my body and his lips were on mine and I dared to push my tongue into his mouth, as I gripped his head and pulled him to me. I felt his hand between my legs, caressing my skin, then expertly poaching just where to rub. His finger-tips sent urgent messages of pleasure coursing through my nerves.

He pushed my tongue out of him and then deep into my mouth. My muffled moaning I career as his hand moved lower, his digits parting my throbbing wetness. When we eventually broke, my desire was raging, and my voice hoarse. "Do it, fuck my ass, do it now!"

"Hush, angel," he whispered as he stood again, retrieving a bottle from beside me as he moved. "Let's start with this, shall we?"

He knelt beside the bed, placing the lube on the rug, and parted my cheeks with his hands. Was this really happening? Then he kissed my tight ring and I squealed and wriggled at the tingling tickling.

He pulled back. "You like that?"

Biting my lip I nodded, and spread my legs wider for him. "That's a good girl, Shilpa," he said, but I knew I wanted to be his bad girl. I'd had more than my fill of chaste moderation, of demure glances. I wanted my fill of something else now.

Again he bowed his head and I felt the tip of his tongue running in circles around my wrinkled muscles. And involuntarily I felt myself arch off of the bed, wanting to meet him, needing what I knew would be next.

And then his delicious licking moved to the center of my opening, and I felt a little soft pressure. And I gasped as he eased his probing muscle inside me. It felt wonderfully wrong. No tongue should be in there, surely. And yet I could feel the heat build in me and my breath coming quicker. "A finger, try a finger," said the same disembodied voice as before. It couldn't be me speaking, could it?

With a smile, he retrieved the bottle and dripped a little on to his index finger, smoothing it around with his other hand. He wiped the residue onto me and again I squirmed in excited anticipation.

"You're in control, Shilpa, just say so and I'll ease off, or we can stop, do something else."

"I want this. I really want this." My urgent tone surprised me, but I knew it was true.

Then his finger was where his tongue had just been, and the pressure was different, firmer, sharper maybe. My eyes widened as his tip opened me, his first joint inside. "A little more lube, angel, OK?"

"OK. I... I think I like it." I did, I knew I shouldn't, but that was half of the appeal.

"Good girl, but remember you are in control."

He drizzled some lube directly onto me, then more onto his hand. With a frisson of misgiving and eagerness I saw he now had two digits extended.

This time he was less hesitant, I felt his overlapping fingers push and I welcomed them, moving my hips forward, taking them deeper. "You really want this, don't you, Shilpa?"

"Yeah, I want your cock in my virgin ass." Wow! What had I become, why was I using these words? I felt momentary shame, then hunger took its place.

He then drizzled lube onto his impossibly large member. My mouth was dry, but my pussy was soaking. My heart was trying to batter its way out of my rib cage. He was methodical, smearing the slippery fluid over himself. Applying a second coat. He seemed to enjoy making me watch, making me wait. Then he gripped my thigh with one hand and his root with the other, steering himself to my tightest opening.

"You OK, Shilpa?"

I was far beyond words, I had just become a seething, throbbing mess of pent up desire. But I nodded, I was ready.

His bulbous tip was against my yearning flesh. As he rubbed it around me, I moaned at the unfamiliar but delightful sensation. Then he put his thumb on his glans and locked eyes with me. "If anything hurts, just say and we warm you up more, got it?"

"Uh-huh." Still normal conversation was too much for me.

And then the pressure. Not like before. So intense and unnatural and still just... wow, I was so going to do this. And then I wasn't, the stretching was too much, and I felt a sharp pain. "No?" I shrieked, and then immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

He stroked my face. "This is difficult, you are doing great. It's going to twinge a bit. But it will be OK. Want to try again, or do you need a break?"

I was still feeling sensitive. But, having begun to experience the incredible feeling of being opened up, I didn't want to stop. "Let's try again." I recognized pleading in my tone.

"OK, but do this. It's going to sound strange, but try to push against me. Like you were, well you know, like you were pushing something else out of your body. It softens the muscles, makes it easier for you."

This was super weird, but I assumed he knew what he was talking about. "OK, I'll try."

Again I felt the pressure of his large head, I moved on the bed, trying to improve the angle. And I pushed like he said, and it seemed to help. Stretching, stretching, stretching... I was doing it.

Then I suddenly screamed and tears sprung from my eyes. "I can't, it's too much."

And he swept me into his arms and cradled me to his warm chest, stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head. "It's OK, it's normal. Just breathe, I've got you."

And I did. I breathed and I sobbed and tried not to think about my stinging sphincter.

As he held me and I sniveled and felt sorry for myself, I also listened to his heart beating, his voice speaking words of comfort. And something stirred in me. Not desire so much as stubbornness. I didn't want to admit defeat. Maybe I was almost there, just a little more. I could be a brave girl.

"I... I think I'd like to try again... could we...?"

Doubt filled his voice, "You sure, Shilpa? We can have lots of other fun."

"I'm sure, I'm not a baby, and I want to try this again."

A smile crept over his face. "Whatever you say, but I feel kinda stupid, we should have done this before."

"What before?"

"Just lie down again, you'll see."

I got onto my back, fear and anticipation vying for control of me, and he spread my legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he knelt between them. "Just relax, Shilpa."

He kissed my mound, then moved a little lower, unfurling me with one hand, and extending his tongue. As his tip met my throbbing little tower, electricity rushed through me and I whimpered. He began to lap and the sensation started to spread heat and pulsing pleasure through me. Then his fingers were at the opening of my vagina. He paused to say, "Don't worry, it's the other hand." I'd not even thought about that, and was grateful for his consideration.

Then his digits slipped into my slick canal and his tongue lapped me more urgently, and it was all I could do to deal with the little fires that were springing up in me. I found myself gripping my nipples and squeezing hard.

I groaned and writhed, but he held me in place and upped his tempo. His fingers were thrusting deep, he was pushing firmly on my clit with his tongue. And my emotions spiraled beyond anything I could control, as I screamed my ecstasy to the ceiling, eyes squeezed tight shut, head thrown back, muscles tensing and releasing in spasms of orgiastic exaltation.

My heart was racing, my chest heaving. Aftershocks ran through my sensitized body. And dimly I heard the lid of the lube bottle flipped open, and sensed him shifting position.

And then the fearsome pressure again. My ring being remorselessly stretched. I bore down, I gritted my teeth. I couldn't, I really couldn't. But he gripped me tightly and kept pressing. He was going to split me in two.

Then I felt his thumb on my clit and the intensity of my orgasm came flooding back. I remembered to squeeze my ass muscles as hard as I could and I gasped and yelled as he kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Forcing my uncooperative flesh asunder.

And then, in a rush, I yielded, my sphincter opening, accommodating, welcoming him in. And the pressure he had been applying drove him deeper inside me. And there was no pain, just fullness and warmth and incredible intensity, and the knowledge of both my anal achievement and that I was a truly bad girl.

THE END