Keywords: M/F anal Author: W R Jenkins Title: Once Upon a Rump Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 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. ###