Keywords: M/F anal
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Once Upon a Rump

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climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Once Upon a Rump -(uponrump.txt)- (M/F anal) Once Upon a Time 
there was a princess with a tight little asshole and one day a prince 
came along and fucked her in it. A bedroom flashback over some varying
motives for anal sex.


			Once Upon a Rump

	"So, do you like anal sex too?" she asked, smiling.
	I smile back. It is a complex question, though she does not know
it. I wonder which anal sex she means.

	She perched for a moment. The pucker resisted and then,
accompanied by a gasp, parted grudgingly to allow the head of my cock
to slip inside.
	She froze there for a few seconds that seemed minutes and I was
sure her resolve had vanished. But no, she pressed on and then I was 
an inch and then two inside the tightest entrance to her body.
	"Oh god," she groaned, "It feels so weird going in there. My
ass doesn't like it. It doesn't like it at all."
	But she was far from listening to her body. She was determined
to be all I could hope for and more. However her anus felt, it was
forced slowly down until my entire cock had passed its clenched gate
and her weight pressed down around my completely engulfed phallus.
	I had her. And she had me. She had no other intimacy to offer
me. I had been welcomed in every entrance now that I had pierced to my
deepest into her rectum. And she now had my sex by right of possession
as it was more of her body than it was of mine.
	Her hips began to move. She did not lift, but churned her hips
in place. I knew how deep I was inside her and she felt the totality
of my invasion in every detail. Only when I began to gasp for more did
she begin her rise and fall on my stiff prick.
	Her perseverance amazed me. Time after time she dropped down onto
my hard cock, driving it through the tight shutter of her sphincter.
Her thighs corded and then bounced as she performed her athletic
endurance act perched on my horizontal body.
	Her anus milked me. Her hips danced in a marvelous ride. I gave 
her her head and enjoyed the sweet frustration of not helping. I let
her set the pace and hung on the cusp of climax until by sheer
endurance she brought the eruption from deep in my balls.

	"Hey! Wait! What are you doing?"
	Obviously, the bare rear was not a teasing sign of welcome at 
all. There was some other motive for her lack of underwear and her
pose was only an accident of timing.
	"You look like you wanted it," I complain.
	"Every time I bend over now you're going to try and stick that
thing in my ass?"
	"I thought that was why you weren't wearing underwear," I defend
myself.
	"Oh," she says.
	Go on then, she allows. Since you've already started, go ahead
and finish it.
	Her pose is so right. Her position is perfect. She is bent over
looking in a lower shelf in the bookcase in the sunroom. My first 
view was of the lower half of bare cheeks. Now her skirt rests above
and her ass is bare to me.
	My spit is smeared where it was spread in my first attempt. I
put my cock back to her pucker and push.
	I thought... I thought... I thought this was a welcome home.
I thought she had somehow known that it would be a special gift for
her to give. I thought she had guessed the position and that she had
known how the unexpected opportunity would seem so fresh, so exciting,
such a gift.
	That flower of the imagination has dropped its bloom, but here
she is, acquiescent, and there may still be a rescue of some flight
of fancy.
	She opens slowly to my insistent pressure. For me it is the 
best part. I feel her body change, even fight to allow my cock to
enter. It is better than the later surrender when she adjusts because
it is still a trial of will and desire over the natural reticence of
her ass to admit me. She has to fight her natural instincts and 
struggle to give me this pleasure.
	And of course it is tight, too tight as I must force a bit 
to help her sphincter obey her will. These moments pass in
sharply drawn breaths and groans as my cock passes the gate.
	Now she is mine and soon her body will acknowledge me with its
surrender, but right now we are poised in the dark corner between the
red light of willfulness and the white light of vanilla. I am still
the conqueror and she the willing slave.
	I push in. This is her time to moan with her own version of my
feelings. It is the imposition, the feeling of being overwhelmed and
made subject to this desire. Or so she has said.
	"Hurry now."
	She shatters the last of the illusion. In disappointment I don't
wait for her anus' surrender. I push hard and deep and take her.
The slaps of my belly on her rear have reached the level of applause
when an old demon peers in.
	So what's up with no underwear? the demon asks. My mind splits
and the carnal maintains the assault on her asshole. The cerebral
duels with the demon.
	She's giving it up, I assert. Whatever made her ruin my dream,
she is giving it to me now. And isn't that troubling? the demon asks.
	See how she's taking it. I started awful quick and she isn't
complaining. Look at me fuck her ass. What's wrong with this? I say.
Yes, what's wrong with this? the demon echoes.
	He runs, hides, disappears, melts back into the imagination 
from which he came, I don't know. The heat of her bowels and the 
hard fucking call all of me back to driving my dick between her
cheeks. This is, after all, a favorite fantasy: the bent, exposed
maid and the cavalier's imposition on her exposure.
	It is so good. My hamstrings twang as I lurch into her and
my cock starts its spasms. Yes this is it. This is the way I like
it. It is so good.
	Only later do those missing panties come back to haunt my
dreams.

	Her eyes heavy-lidded, she peered down at my sticky-faced smile
and returned a bemused smile of her own.
	"And what will I have to do to return this favor? Suck your cock?"
she asked languidly.
	"You will do that and much more," I grinned at her. "But the
favor will be more by then."
	"What more do you want?" she asked, her eyelids rising to study
me.
	"We will reach every destination of love," I said mysteriously,
my chin resting in the cleft of her sex and drawing tremors from her
still glowing body as I spoke. "Before we are through you will- as you
say- suck my cock and I will fuck you and then I will fuck you in the
ass. Only that will be enough for us- for tonight."
	An uncertainty set in her features. I waited to hear her protest
of my plans.
	"You will wear a condom when you go 'back there'," she asked.
	"I will order you to put it on me when the time comes," I said,
"And I will be as kind as you need as I open the back door."
	"Do you want me to suck you now?" she asked.
	"It isn't time yet," I said. "I will tell you when it is time.
Now roll over."
	Her flinch as my hard cock stubs between the cheeks of her ass 
is most heart-warming, but she has misjudged my intention. I have
simply moved astride her rear to continue the slow massage that was
interrupted by my tongue and her first orgasm.
	She melts into the mattress as my hands search out her flesh.
We have forever even though it is a strange forever that dawns on
the new day 'never again'. I wish this forever to be so magical that
at the least we regret the never again if we do not repeal its
ruling.
	My lips follow where my hands have been, down her neck, across
her shoulders, along her spine. They roam lightly, teasingly over her
humped rear and then my tongue trails down the cleft.
	"Oh god!" she chuffs as tongue and anus connect and then moans
as the forbidden act hovers between her nervousness and desire.
	Busy thumbs knead her sex flesh as my tongue brings her the new
sensation. I feel the sphincter relax and open slippery against my
invading tongue. Her hips move into my face as she responds to the
tongue and the thumbs bringing her another crest.
	"Now it is time for you to suck my cock," I tell her, kneeling
beside her melted form.
	"Yes. I want to. I want to discover your cock with my lips,
with my tongue," she says, rising like some sinuous animal to
face me.
	My lover's best friend looks up with round eyes as my cock
slides between her lips. I drink in the forbidden but often imagined
sight. She spares no skill, a busy tongue quickly bringing my
member to full stand. And then she is maddening, as I must have
been, sending fire around the crown with licks of her tongue and
swallowing my cock when the effect threatens to wear off.
	"I am ready for you now," I say finally.
	She sits up to ask what position she should assume, but she
has assumed too much already.
	"First you must tell him that you want him," I tell her.
"Kiss him and say: 'I want you in my body. I want you in my womb.
I want to feel you drive inside me.'"
	"I want you in my body," she repeats obediently, kissing 
my cock between each phrase, "I want you in my womb. I want to feel
you drive inside me."
	I arrange her on her knees and elbows because I do not intend
to position her again. My cock slides easily into her from behind to
our mingled sighs.
	As I thrust, my fingers trace where they had gone before, across
shoulders, down back, out the swoop of hip, only pressing harder this
time, raking pleasure out where they had sowed comfort before. My hand
finds her sex and I touch it until she is breathless on the verge of
yet another climax.
	"Now we will need the condom," I tell her to her groan.
	"Kiss him and tell him that you want him," I prompt as she 
approaches with the sheath at the ready.
	This time there are no cues, no script to follow. I want to
hear her own confession of need. I want to hear her words. I need to
hear her ask for it.
	"Tell him where you want him to go," I say.
	(Kiss)"I want you in my ass. I want to feel you fill me up.
I want you to use me as you will. I want my tightest place to give
you pleasure."
	My cock seems ready to burst as I hear these words from those
lips. Only watching my belly press against her rear and knowing my
cock is driven deep in her bowels could be better than those words.
	Suitably sheathed and armed with lubricant I come to that last
moment of desire before all is fulfilled and I have all I can hope.
Her anus is one that seems stitched to hold a drawstring, a round
lip of an entrance slight raised in its roundness. Although it
seemed to part for my tongue, it now looks too small for even my
smallest finger to pass inside.
	I test this observance and find that her anus clings tightly
around the lubed forefinger that I press inside. It can only be as
good as I imagined, since I anticipate heaven through that rear door.
	Before uncertainty drives out passion, I press my rubbered 
cock against the ring. The resistance holds and I push evenly and
wait for her anus to accept me.
	"Push it in! Please! I do want you inside me! I want you to
have everything of mine," she cries out with unexpected intensity.
	I do not muse about the perfect cuckolding of her husband
or the perfection of her revenge. I only note her plea and push
until my cock has pressed open her ass and jumped inside with a
jerk.
	"Now just a minute," with pain in her voice she warns, "Let
me get used to that a minute."
	Oh, but I have other plans. Thumbs sliding down from sacral
dimples, other points of focus for her to use. The slight in-out
to soothe her sphincter into submission. And soon it will be her
turn.
	Soon enough I have my vision of my belly closing on the
twin curves of her ass. I have every bit of her now. I have had
her mouth to arouse me, her cunt for my pleasure and now I am
in possession of her body through her most private orifice.
Whatever pleasure it affords her, it is still her concession
to my wish and less pleasure for my greater pleasure.
	"Touch yourself," I say gently.
	To her sounds of confusion I repeat my instructions as my
cock slides slowly out and then into her ass.
	"I would do it, but you know best what suits you," I say.
"Touch yourself. Bring yourself off while I fuck your ass."
	I can feel the motion of the flesh as her fingers knead
her own sex. I still take her slowly, waiting for her passion
to build. Her ass moves more. I respond. I am taking her deeply
but not hard as I feel her thighs tremble.
	I slap loudly on her ass. She will be driven across the
finish line by my thrusts. I have heard that it is the true value
of assfucking to cum with a dick in your ass. I don't care. Her
thrashing as I possess her is exciting for me.
	Her head jerks wildly and I know she is cumming. I push her
shoulders and thrust hard into her rear. She collapses and I follow
her down, driving to the root in her anus. I push myself up on
my hands and grind deep inside her.
	Her buttocks clench reflexively and I hump two-three- four
times and empty myself into her bowels.

	"Then you really don't give a damn what I do, do you?"
	"OW! That hurts! What are you going to do?"
	"Since you don't give a shit I'm going to do what I want."
	"NOOOO! Not there! Not like that!"
	It was a silly protest since we had been down this road
many, many times before. Perhaps not so sudden or with such mean
intent, but her asshole was hardly virgin, hadn't been for years
before she even knew me.
	It was more a reaction to her losing argument than the 
pinch of the sudden stab or the one-time pain of my drive
straight to the hilt in her ass. She would adjust in a stroke
or two to my fucking. It was the realization that I was satisfying
myself that brought her wails.
	Loose-ass slut. Ass-whore. I repeated these names in my head
as I pinned her to the bed with my thrusts. My weight held her down
and drove my cock to most satisfying depths in her contrary ass.
I shouted names at her in my head as I fucked her ass to drive out
her claims of indifference.
	If it meant nothing to her, then it meant less to me. If she
was just a disinterested party, then I would fuck her like she was
a prize of war- not human, only flesh for my pleasure.
	That resolve lasted for as long as I rammed my uncaring cock
into her squirming asshole. The brutality of taking her this way
drove out other thought. I was pillager, ravager. My cock was
enforcing some universal truth upon the tender flesh of her ass.
	As long as I could spear, stab, pierce, impale, I was the
master and her words could not break my shield.

	The new woman smiles at me again.
	"I didn't think it was a stumper," she says carefully, still
so concerned about offending me, but also wondering if there is
something wrong with me.
	"I was trying to think of a response that isn't too sappy,"
I lie easily. "I guess the best I can come up with is that I think
the type of sex is not as important as the spirit of desire."
	She gushes. I don't think my response made sense, but it seems
to have pleased her. At least she is cuddling up and nesting against
my chest.
	"Well, I really like a big, hard cock way up inside my tight
little tiny asshole," she giggles. "I get sooo filled up and it feels
sooo good. When you're ready, I want you to fuck my ass."

	And I know she doesn't. I know someone convinced her she has to
give up her ass to get a man. I don't even think she's a discoverer-
one who, for one reason or another, got a steady diet of ass-fucking
and one day the light came on and enjoyment followed.
	Her lines are too pat. If she enjoys it at all it's because 
she gets a feeling of power when she thinks she hooked a man with her
uninhibited offering.
	Of course I could be wrong. She may indeed find some otherwise
unobtainable joy in having a cock in her ass. I stop wondering.
The action of her buttocks has stirred a reaction in my cock. I can
muse over the meanings after I comply with her wish.
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