Upon getting up, Misty threw on Mark's bathrobe, but it seemed heavy with accusations. Instead of the usual comfort, his scent called her, a cheating whore. "I'm a cheating whore," she said aloud. The scissor cut underwear on the pillow, made her feel even guiltier. She removed his robe, and threw it on the closet floor. She put on her robe instead. Then she stowed the underwear away into her panty drawer, making sure to bury them deep. Once everything was hidden away, she felt better.
As per usual, Misty made a bee line for the percolator and got the coffee going. She couldn't believe it was almost noon. She was glad she had no classes today, her mind was like slush.
She was stunned at her feelings about the previous evening. Mark meant the world to her, but already she began to question their relationship. They got along great. They had a lot in common, but in truth, it was all so very vanilla. Her relationship with Mark was comfortable, meaning, they were in love, but it lacked passion.
Jason shook her world last night. It was as though she had lost her virginity all over again. She had already been attracted to Jason, but in one evening, she had felt sparks she never would have thought possible. Those feelings belittled anything she felt or shared with Mark. What she had identified as passion and love with Mark seemed a silly school girl crush by comparison.
They, Jason and her, had established a verbal contract that made her feel alive In light of the contract, they didn't make love; they fucked. There's something honest in fucking. It's like saying I want you too much, crave you so wholly, that I can't be tender, give me your ass. Today, therefore, her pussy still purred with pleasure and begged for more. Her head swam in anticipation, of not only their next liaison, but everyone to come.
At the same time though, she knew it wasn't love with Jason, at least not yet. She craved his cock passionately. She adored it. She liked Jason, and now she liked him much more, but only because he devoured her. The stepping stones to love were surely in place. She needed to get to know him better.
That she was willing to break her anal rule from her admittedly short sex life spoke volumes. Mark was only her third partner, Jason her fourth, now she was eager to break all the rules just to see that cock. She would be buying an enema bag today. She would cleanse her colon to make way for her twelve inch dildo. She would smear Vaseline on her dildo and asshole and cram it home. She was intent on getting Jason to fuck her ass tonight, because she wanted to please him. She was bound and determined to cement this perverse relationship and strengthen it with her submission and compliance to something that resembled love. Misty wanted to be his "fuck toy," that's what he called her, and she liked it.
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. After a few rings, "Hello." She heard.
"Hi Jason, it's Misty."
"Hey girl, what do you have going on tonight?" Jason asked.
"How's dinner sound? Here at my place." Misty proposed.
Jason laughed, " Groovy! You read my mind, sweetness."
"Say 6:30?"
"6:30. I'll be there."
"I'm looking forward to it, Jason. I really enjoyed your company last night. I don't know if you'd consider it..." Misty dared, "but I'd like you to move in here. I get scared at night. It'd be nice to have a man around the house. Especially one I care about."
"Wow, are you sure that's a good idea?" Jason paused, "I'm not sure Mark would approve."
Misty laughed, "You can't own my ass from across town; I want you here. I'll worry about Mark. To be honest, and not to scare you, after last night, I want to get to know you a lot better. I already had feelings for you, now I can't stop thinking about you."
"Oh my God, I'm glad you said that, same here, Misty. Perhaps we're both fucking crazy, but it sure would be fun to find out."
"Is that a, yes?" Misty prayed.
"Yes, Misty, I would love to move in with you. Like I said last night, I've wanted your ass since I met you, and I meant it."
"I've got errands to run, so I've gotta go. I'll have a key made for you. See ya tonight." She said, followed by a kissy sound.
"We're nuts! Bye, sweetheart."
"Bye, lover."
It was 4 o'clock, some chores, and two, half-hour enemas later, Misty was smearing Vaseline on her asshole. She picked-up her dildo and did the same. She squatted and placed the dildo's base on the bathroom floor, in line with her asshole, and slowly lowered onto to it. She was straining her ass open, as though taking a shit, reasoning she's had taken bigger craps, so reversing the process should work. She slipped. Fell backwards, her ass hit the tub and its thin Vaseline coat made her slide straight down and sank about ten inches of the dildo up her caboose in less than a second. It felt as though a red hot branding iron had been rammed up there.
"OUCH!! Fuck me!" She screamed. Tears filled her eyes and a few fell. She sat perfectly still, as though sitting on a landmine, until the pain subsided. It took a several minutes, but it eventually did. She then got on all fours and reached back to the dildo's last inches and began working it in and out in progressively longer and faster strokes. That was relatively painless, though uncomfortable, yet after several minutes, she could feel an orgasm building.
"Damn!" She said with disbelief.
She then extracted it slowly, which hurt a little, but nowhere as much as that unwitting first thrust. She started again. This time she fed it in on all fours very slowly. Once she cleared the sphincter, it was smooth sailing. Until, at last, she was throttling it fast, hard and deep with ease. She considered the experiment complete. Misty would offer her virgin ass up for slaughter tonight after dinner.
