IN THE BEGINNING
Mona was an angry young woman. Unable to sustain a relationship due to her high-maintenance character, she settled for fucking whomever she could. At first she liked the no-strings-attached fucking, but she soon tired of the meaninglessness of it all. So she settled into a life of work and masturbation. During this time, she moved in with a gay man, from whom she could siphon some masculine energy without feeling the need for sex. Indeed, with Norm, she could hug and touch and talk, talk, talk, the very things she did not do with her previous boyfriends.
"Norm, I need to marry a gay man," she told him.
Norm, well-groomed and well-spoken, only smiled at her. "Yes, until you progress to the point where you want to bring your vagina into the picture. Therein lies the conundrum."
Mona smiled at her friend. "I so love you, Norm."
Mona was a healthy 28-year-old, of Swedish stock, with long, thick, blonde, curly hair and pouty lips; her friends called her a Scandinavian Shakira. Her hips curved gracefully as she walked and as she leaned against walls. People's eyes followed her. She loved to lounge around the apartment in nothing but a heavy sweater, allowing her thick blonde muff to air itself out and release its heavy fragrance upward to her nose. Mona would occasionally finger her pussy while drinking coffee or watching TV. Norm always knew about this, partly because she did it in his presence, and partly because he could smell it on the sofa throw. Her own pussy odor, which was always very strong, would have been her favorite drug, had she not come to love the heavy musks that emanated from men's secret, hairy places. Unfortunately for her, she denied herself the opportunity to indulge in them. Such was her neurosis.
It was Norm from whose candid tales she learned about ass-fucking. She loved the thought of being responsible for things going into and out of men's asses, especially when the men were bent over and vulnerable. To her, a man's ass wasn't just a thing of rugged beauty, with muscle, curves, and a valley of earthy hair, it was a thing to be filled up the way a pussy was filled up. It was a way to equalize the sexes. It was where a man could become a woman in some limited way.
Norm's ass was a pretty thing. Not quite manly, it was waxed to smooth perfection. At times, Mona took over these waxing duties, making his ass, his balls, his chest, his legs, and his armpits shine like a woman's. That's what Mona liked about Norm: he was a man, but he was like a woman to her. Mona had plenty of experience with being ass-fucked. It had started with fingers back in her teen years, then progressed to carrots, markers, certain kitchen utensils, and finally dildos. They grew progressively wider and stretched her furry brown pucker. Even Norm was impressed as, one night, she outdildoed him in a friendly competition. Mind you, Norm's ass was a well-traveled highway. It gobbled up its dildo like the old friend it was, but Mona had bought the two-inch-wide Deluxe Invader, and she became Norm's new hero.
"Mona?" he asked afterward.
"Yes, dear?" she said, letting her fully exercised anus calm down.
"You realize I will be borrowing that pretty soon. I will not be outdone in this department."
"Yes, Norm, I realize that. My only request is that you brag to your friends about me."
Mona frequently accompanied Norm to Club 71. The 7 was shorter than the 1, giving the impression that it was bending over for the 1. Clever, Mona thought. Just clever. While at the bar, fending off the advances of aggressive lesbians, she had the time to learn about man-on-man assfucking. It was so hot to her that she would cross her legs at the bar and squeeze her legs into orgasms right there. The hedonism at Club 71 was remarkable.
THE IDEA
What she liked best were the many bi-boys who frequented the place.
Norm had told her, "Those are the ones who like getting reamed out by both men and women."
"How do you mean?" she naively asked at first.
"They like a dick no matter who has it."
"Oooooh. I like that idea." After this night, Mona became obsessed with fucking men in their rears. At nearly every moment, she imagined herself with a male organ of her own, pushing it into some helpless man's tight behind. She would slap the tight cheeks every minute or so. Whenever she walked past the construction crew on 3rd Street (which soon became twice daily), she kept her sunglasses on and waited for the quick moment when one of them would bend over in his tight jeans, and then the fantasies began:
I walk up to him ever so swiftly, freeing my cock from my pants. He doesn't see me as he bends over to pick something up. In one fluid motion, I yank down his jeans, astounded at the beauty of his firm, hairy ass shining in the sun. I caress it appreciatively, feeling the hard, warm cheeks in my trembling hands. I run my finger in the hairy furrow that separates his cheeks. I can hear the rustling and feel the slick sweat. I reach down to his most vulnerable part and press my finger inside. It slides in easily, for he is wet and ready back here. For a moment I crouch to my knees and lap up and down his crack, paying special attention to his tight hole. He is a virgin back there. I taste his tangy, earthy, salty flavor, jamming my tongue in to prepare him for the public fucking he is about to receive.
Standing up, I press the tip of my cock to his hole. Gently but assertively, I push it inside. He moans and screams at the same time. His bare-chested co-workers watch with awe, their pants rapidly filling out in front. When I am finally inside him, I slowly fuck his vulnerable behind. The warm musk of his ass drifts upward to my nose, where I inhale it while ravaging him. I grind the dildo at different angles so it massages my clit as I do so.
We continue like this for ten minutes as his coworkers, and passersby, watch with fascination. My ultra-masculine construction worker is now my manly slave boy. Then, I feel my clit tense up, and I grind harder into his ass. When I come, I am bucking furiously, my cock assaulting every corner of his ass. After that, I stop to catch my breath. He has not come. I withdraw my dildo and stuff it back into my pants. Then I plant a kiss near his crack, pat his cheeks, and move on. He and the others turn to look at me as I walk away.
The first time she had this fantasy, her inattention caused Mona to bump into a lightpost, which caused that very construction worker to turn and laugh at her.
So Mona and Norm went shopping for her new strap-on. They went to the Lucky Lady shop, which catered to women and their naughty desires. They talked with the clerk about anuses and strap-ons, and how Mona needed a good anal dildo to use on her male friends. It excited Mona to talk this way to a complete stranger. She and Norm settled on a harness and three differently sized dildos.
Of course, they had to test them out later that night. Mona knew that Norm was not 100% gay. 92% maybe, but that was enough for her. She posed for him with her largest dildo. It was of natural color, with a harness that was also of natural color, and as she thrust her hips forward, she swooned at the sight of her cock slicing the air in two. She pranced in front of the mirror, fondling her breasts and thrusting forward. Norm watched appreciatively and giggled.
Then she jacked herself off, using her feminine movements to add a softer, gentler flair to male wanking. She loved fucking a gay man in his ass. She loved being where women were not normally allowed. She liked the feel of trespassing on male territory. She had Norm completely naked, bent over the bathroom sink as she plunged into his asshole. She actually felt the dildo pushing past his sphincter. She could smell the clean musk of his behind as she fucked him. The base of the dildo was positioned so that it rubbed her clit from various angles. She worked it to hit these angles directly, contorting her roommate's already-stretchy rectum as she did so.
Norm did not flinch once. "Why couldn't I marry a man like this?" she asked herself. "He's receptive, he's well-groomed, he loves to cook, he calls his mom once a week, he puts the toilet seat down, he loves to talk--and he loves my nastiest fantasy." After she had come twice this way, she noticed that Norm had also come. The white fluid was on the handles of the vanity doors. Knowing Norm to be disease-free, she got down on her knees and licked up his cum from the handles. That was her first taste of sperm in over three years.
Now Mona was ready to take to Club 71 and clean out every ass she could find.
FILL 'EM UP, PLEASE
There was no shortage of assholes at Club 71, so to speak. Norm had suggested she wear the strap-on under tight-fitting pants, so no one would be mistaken about her intentions. On the dance floor, Mona aggressively bumped up against any bi-boy she could find. The yearning look in her eyes was all the "I want to fuck you" message she needed. To the parking lot she went with them, to the rooftop, to the lake, to the cars, even to the manager's office one night when the manager's assistant was supervising.
Mona found it very easy to get inside any ass she wanted. She loved the boys' willingness to bend over for her, to submit for her, to be vulnerable for her, to spread their secret male places for her. She even loved the rhetoric that the more political ones used on her:
