A Brief History of Anal Delight

There is no doubt that as long as I've had a sexual mind my thoughts have been decidedly anal. I have always loved offering my arse up, and thats for the pleasure it gives me as well as for the delight on the faces of my sexual partners.

I like to have my arse eased open and stretched gently before I am fucked. Too many guys just spit on their cock and try and stick it up me. I mean when a woman asks for her arse to be fucked guys tend to come over all porno and macho. I'm sorry but I'm no porn star; if you want to have me again you'll just have to take it a little more slowly and use a bit more lubrication.

Rebecca Young knew just how to treat my ass. We had a wonderful winter affair on our college year overseas. It was cold outside in Eastern France but inside our rooms it was hot. She would lick me for hours. Her tongue would roll over and over my button before dipping down to flirt with the edge of my pussy and behind her fantastic oral performance, her fingers would be diving into my arse relentlessly.

Rebecca turned the whole lubrication and stretching thing into part of the fun; she would tease me and poke me until I was begging to be filled up, then before I knew it she would have half her hand in me. Rebecca would make me come for hours.

Rebecca was just as arse focussed at me but she was a little less vanilla. I remember a hotel in Milan which we had escaped to for a weekend. Rebecca was draped over a low couch with her hands secured and her arse marked with five or six red stripes from a riding crop. She was face down and spread wide offering me her beautiful shaved pussy and her pink little bum hole. I had licked her, then beaten her, then licked her again until she had come and come and come until I did not think she would come any more.

I was lying back on the bed surveying my victim who was still breathing hard from her last orgasm. I took an ice cube from my glass and lent forward. One or two drops of ice water fell onto her pussy lips; then I traced the outside of her pussy with it. Her arsehole was just begging for attention so I circled the ice cube around the edge until it melted. Then I did it again. Rebecca's whole body was quivering.

I took the last fat ice cube and pushed it into the hole. It was instantly swallowed and amazingly Rebecca began to quiver and moan and then she started to come again, straining at her bonds, then going into full orgasm.

That was a revelation of the power of the arse.

I was 23 when I had wonderful summer of anonymous sexual encounters. I was working a summer at a golf course in Ireland through a friend of a friend. I was supposedly organising the caddies, but I made it a bit more fun in my own way.

I got used to a lot of middle-aged men talking to my breasts and staring at my legs with the occasional suggestive invitation to "walk the course" or "inspect the greens". But the real fun was to be had with the enthusiastic undergraduates who were working the summer on the course as caddies or groundsmen.

There were five or six that would regularly amuse me on those hot summer evenings. They had hard young bodies and amazing stamina for repeat performances even if duration was often an issue. There was never a danger of anything being taken seriously; they were glad of a fuck and I was glad to enjoy it. They were like little puppies really; they had bags of bounce but needed coaxing and training, and moulding to my requirements.

Mark and Paul were two tall lithe boys who turned out to be a little bit more adventurous than some of the others. The first evening I had them together was memorable even by my standards.

The initial shock at the prospect of a threesome wore off in seconds. When they realised what was on the cards their clothes were off a matter of microseconds later. It was all tight muscles, sweat and naked bronze skin with these two hard cocks jutting out like rods of steel.

Lying on my back in the warm summer evening with a cock in my mouth and a mouth on my pussy was heaven.

Of course Mark came far to quickly in my mouth; to be honest five seconds in my mouth would have been no match for his young rod but I had managed to draw it out for a few minutes, just to listen to him moan and groan when I played with his balls.

I had already decided to take them one at a time to start with. Before, when I'd had them on their own, they had both fucked me like puppies; pawing at me and throwing themselves into me frantically. This time Paul was the same. Leaping onto me, crushing my breasts with his chest and pushing my body into the grass which was nice in a way. His fat cock pushed its bulbous head into my wet hole, and he just fucked me. It was a short frantic fuck, but fun in a warming-up sort of way.

All too soon he came so as and was lying back on his laurels and I turned my attention to Mark. Hard in minutes from his BJ, his cock now hard and suddenly it was on arrowing in on my stretched pussy hole, but I was so wet with saliva and juice and come, I knew something different was in order if I was going to get myself off before he came again.

"No Mark " I said "I want you in my arse." His face looked like I had offered him a gold plated Ferrari. I got on my hands and knees and shook my arse a little then moved my knees apart so he could see my bum hole. I looked at him over my shoulder. "Mark, I want you here." I ran my finger along my crack to rest on my hole. "Come on Mark, taste it. Make it all wet so you can slide it straight in."

Mark was on his knees instantly, licking at my arsehole which open easily to his lapping tongue. He licked at it and reamed it with his tongue. I reached between my legs and started to rub myself and started pushing myself back onto his face and his tongue.

"Mark that's fine. Now put it in Mark, put it in. Fuck me in my arse." I said the last words slowly in my sultriest voice and for a moment I was a little worried that it would be too much for him and he'd come before he even got it in. But he was made of sterner stuff and his cock just about stayed under control.

Mark's tongue work had done the trick and his cock slipped effortlessly into my arse and I was full and happy. I sighed a deep content sigh. I was full again.

Mark's cock was harder and stiffer than before, and even better he started to take his time. It was a slow languorous fuck by Mark's standards, and it gave me time to get myself off by rubbing myself.

"Can I do your arse as well." I opened my eyes to see Paul sitting back and rubbing his cock.

"I think that would be a fantastic idea Paul." I leaned over and enveloped his soft cock in my mouth. As I sucked him I reached down to his arse and pushed a finger against his hole. I expected a rock hard ring of muscle but to my surprise I barely had to push my slippery finger before it slipped in. Someone had been there before me. As I sucked his cock back to erection my mind was working.

"You know Paul, I think you have to show me you can take it before you can give it to me. Roll over." I reached back to my shorts and took a tube of lube and spread come over his arse now poking in the air without a word of protest.

There is always something satisfying about pushing past the ring of muscle and really going inside someone, feeling the muscles pushing you out and sucking you in. Paul was fucking my fingers by himself within seconds and as I reached through his legs I pulled on a very stiff cock. My mind was wandering again.

Five minutes later, after some dirty words and disgusting promises of further depraved behaviour on my part, my fingers were out of Paul's arse and Mark's fat cock was stiff again and being stuffed into Paul arse. Paul was pulling on handfuls of the grass as he rocked back and forward, impaled on a cock, and Mark looked absolutely delighted to be pounding into Paul's buff bum cheeks. Reaching between the sweating bodies I pulled on Paul's cock with one hand and rubbed myself with the other. And I also couldn't help exploring the stretched skin of Paul's anus so tight and slippery around Mark's cock, feeling the hot cock as it fucked in and fucked out.

And I did not go back on the promises of the further acts of depravity either, including the one which involved licking Mark's spunk from Paul's arse a matter of minutes later and later on taking them both at once in my hot spunk filled holes.

I always think boys love the idea of two cocks at once without thinking of the practicalities. For me it's a fantastic sensation of being taken and being truly fucked; sandwiched between two men I just let go and let them pick me up and fuck me.

But with the men, they forget how close they are going to be until they are just about to go in and sometimes they just lose it which is always a bit deflating. I know that they must be able to feel each others cock as they put their cocks in and they're pressed together. If they get their timing right they are almost wanking each other off with their cocks. Well, by the time I had Mark in my pussy and Paul in my arse they were already a little more intimately connected than they had been earlier that day. They gave me the first of the many doubles I had that summer.

I was in Paris last Autumn for a few days for work and I met a beautiful Kiwi girl at Charles De Gaul airport. I'd seen her when we'd boarded and she'd noticed me checking her out. She had smiled in that knowing way when we made eye contact but in the event we were sitting at opposite ends of the plane. I spent the flight praying that she wasn't just in transit. Then I saw her at the baggage carousel and wandered over to introduce myself. We shared a taxi into Paris and arranged to meet for dinner.

I knew within about 30 seconds of speaking to her that we were going to be seeing a lot of each other. We lasted about 90 minutes in the bar and restaurant of her hotel before we were in her room with a bottle of blousy red wine and some filthy intentions.

Her name was Kit and she was a Maori girl under 6 ft tall, but it felt like she was towering over my 5 ft 10 inches. She was a curvy woman but there was not an ounce of excess fat on her and her soft olive skin covered a toned muscular body.

Kit's thing was big toys and these were big. When she asked me if I wanted to play with some toys I was obviously game; but then I saw the toys. Here were some huge bits of plastic. We fucked each other for hours with big bendy dildos and exotically shaped vibes. Kit could take it all and wanted it deeper, harder and faster but I came best with her lapping at my pussy with her fingers stretching deep into my arse.

We woke late and as Kit was under pressure for an early meeting I told her I'd clean up. She agreed and said she'd book lunch for us at the restaurant in the store where her meeting was being held.

I had a bath and cleaned up the toys, but as I was putting them back in Kit's travel case I picked up a huge anal plug. Kit had suggested I have a go with it the night before when I revealed my anal fascination but somehow we had got distracted. In the cold and sober light of day I realised how big it was; at its widest it was about 7 cm in diameter and maybe 15 cm long. As I cradled it in my hand I just knew it had to go in.

I picked up a tube of lube and I smothered my new best toy. I rolled onto the bed with a vibrator in one hand and the lube in the other. I switched it on and started to rub myself with the vibe, at the same time as spreading lube over my arsehole. I masturbated without coming for an age, stopping just sort of the boundary again and again, all the time fucking my arse with my slippery fingers.

I finally took hold of the new toy and began to fuck my arse as I pressed the vibe against my button. As I came closer and closer to coming I fucked myself harder and harder with more and more of the plug slipping past my anus on each stroke. But in the end I dropped the vibe and the plug took over. I fucked it deeper and deeper into me before it slipped all the way in. My bum hole closed and squeezed tightly around the nipped in waist of the butt plug and the fat head was sucked deep into me.

I touched my clitoris and I was instantly tipped over the edge with a fantastic orgasm sweeping through my body. At the centre of my orgasm was my arsehole and my arse, which was full of plastic cock it was being squeezed and clenched through the spasm of my orgasm. As I lay back on the bed I was relaxed and content.

You know it never entered my mind to take the plug out before I left for lunch. As I walked through the lobby I could feel it in me, particularly the pressure on my vaginal wall. I thought of the look on Kit's face when I told her over lunch that I was sitting with her in a restaurant on her big fat butt plug.

I took a cab to the store where we were meeting, relishing the bumps on the Parisian roads and the overstuffed luxury of the back seat of the cab. Before I arrived I noticed a text message on my phone from Kit saying she was going to be an hour late. Never mind, there were plenty of things for me to do in a Parisian Department store for an hour.

I hit the cosmetics department first and browsed around before seeing the my favourite concession and I made a bee-line for it. The counter girl was busy with another customer "Madam. My colleague will be back in a second if you wouldn't mind waiting". The French language is so sexy and she was very sexy. I perched on a stool waiting for her to finish or her colleague to return, just looking at her sculptured bum with the light cotton of her skirt just clinging to her cheeks; she was definitely wearing a thong.

It suddenly struck me that I was drooling over that woman; that would probably have something to do with my anal exciter I thought.

I became aware of a voice. "Madam. Can I help you?". The colleague had returned. The voice was rather insistent; I wondered how many times she had said it.

I had been miles away; it seemed like my whole body was connected with and focussed on my arse; and I had no doubt that my pants were now soaking. "I'm so sorry I was thinking about something else. I'd like to see your new eye products please?"

The assistant was a slight black woman with straightened hair but with very little make up by cosmetic department standards. Underneath her open white coat she was the epitome of Parisian chic in a crisp shirt, a short skirt and leather knee length boots.

She showed me some new mascaras but I wasn't really listening to her. She offered to put it on for me and with her face close to mine I discovered I could smell her flowery perfume. It was a very sexy smell.

In a low whisper and heavily accented English she said "Madam I could not help but notice that you are rubbing your ... your con." I was a little startled, firstly that she had noticed and secondly that she was brazen enough to tell me.

"I did not realise that I was .... ehm."

"Madam. You are rolling around on this chair, as if it were a giant penis and you are trying to get it up." She began applying the mascara on my other eye. "Perhaps you need to be alone. Non?" She pushed the mascara back into its sheath and looked at me "Fini. Tres tres belle."

Then back to English. "The room for staff is behind you at the left." She turned away from me and looked back at her counter.

I stood up, absolutely astonished about what I had just heard, but when I turned around I saw the door. She was right; I desperately desperately needed to come. I walked into a small washroom dominated by two toilet cubicles in front of me. I went into a cubicle and bent from my waist over the toilet with one hand on the cistern and the other fighting into my pants to reach my button. I had been right about my pants, they were soaking wet.

I did not hear the outside door open but it wasn't really a surprise to look over my shoulder and see the assistant standing in the doorway of the cubicle. She was smaller than me but without speaking she stood me up and pushed be against the wall. I was upright standing with one leg on the toilet.

She was pulling my pants down and pushing my t-shirt up. She was biting at my nipples, really hurting them, then she was feeling around my arse and the shiny blue plastic of the massive anal plug.

"I can feel it inside you. It is massive. Do you wear it for your master?" She began to rub my clitoris.

"No, I have this massive ...." I stopped; what is the French for butt plug "... I have this massive thing in my arse because I love to have my arse fucked and ....". My mouth stopped speaking. She was rubbing me perfectly and my mind just overwhelmed with all the delightful sensations. It did not strike me as strange that I was clinging onto a complete stranger who was a cosmetic department counter assistant in a staff loo in a world famous Parisian department store while she masturbated me.

I grabbed her leg onto the toilet seat and pushed my hand under her skirt. She was wearing a suspender belt and I stroked her expensive underwear. She pulled away to strip off her pants and then lifted her leg and placed my hand back on her pussy. God she was wet. And she had fantastic breasts.

I did what I could to rub her off before I started to come but I didn't get that far. It was a massive orgasm. I could barely lean in an upright position let alone stand. My knees went week and if the assistant hadn't been supporting me my legs would have buckled from under me.

As I came back down again the assistant had stopped biting my breast and was almost holding me up by the butt plug, her hands still exploring me.

I reached down to her pussy and started rubbing her but she took my hand away and turned so that she stood with her legs spread leaning low over the toilet lid. She flicked up her skirt and pulled my right hand onto her pussy. I slipped two fingers in and started to fuck them into her. I realised where this was going. I stroked her cheeks and her back then reached under her to feel her firm bosom.

I had learnt the words many years ago. "Voulez vous frapper" She groaned. "Oui, oui. Encore, encore."

I bunched my fingers and my hand slipped into the silky wide channel. I treated my shop assistant to an exquisite fist fuck that had her crying into her folded arms and bucking like a mare until her come was running down the inside of her legs.

When I got to the restaurant on the 5th floor I was 15 minutes late but Kit was only just sitting down at the table. The waiter brought us some water and the menus, which we put aside in favour of a glass of wine to start off with. When Kit asked me how my morning had been I bet she didn't expect the answer I gave her as I recounted my morning.

She looked into my eyes smiling and said "You realise you are obsessed with anal sex don't you"

"Yes but is so dirty and naughty, and its such fun. And you know how to do it so well." I tried to look as coy as I could sitting there with no pants on, a very wet pussy and a butt plug the size of an orange in my arse.

"That arsehole of yours will get you into real trouble and in fact it is going to be in real trouble this afternoon." said Kit.

"Well lets go now" I replied "I just need to go to the loo. Are you coming?"

I arched my eyebrows suggestively but Kit sat back, picked up her glass and took a large mouthful of water. "No thanks" she said "I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel before I go for a wee." She looked at me and smiled, and I immediately knew what she meant.

"Well I think I might be able to wait too." I replied "Shall we get the bill."