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Exploration
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Lester and Mandy get into "anal-play" against Lester's 
better judgment. Although he has to admit that he cums 
harder with Mandy's finger in his ass. What he hadn't 
figured on was that this all might lead to "fisting", 
while being videotaped by one of Mandy's girlfriends. 
(MF, anal-play, reluc)

***

"What are you doing?" said Lester

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" said Mandy.

"It feels like you've stuck a finger into me," he 
said. "Why did you do that?"

"No reason," she said. "I just wanted to see what 
would happen. Carol told me it would arouse you."

"Have you changed your mind?" he said. "Didn't I try 
that a couple of times when we first met and you got 
really upset."

"You're right," she said. "And I still wouldn't like 
that. The idea of your finger in my ass is disgusting 
and the idea of you touching me anywhere with it after 
it's been in there makes me feel like throwing up."

"What about your finger inside me?" he said. "Aren't 
you afraid it will get dirty and disgusting?"

"Right," she said, "and as soon as I pull it out, I'm 
going to wash it off in the bathroom. How do you feel 
now?"

"I feel like you're moving it around inside me," he 
said.

"Does it feel good?" she said.

"I haven't decided," he said.

"But Carol was right," she said. "Look at your penis. 
A few minutes ago, it was exhausted, and I knew you 
weren't going to be any more fun tonight. Now I'm not 
so sure. Why are you squirming like that?"

"I don't know, but all of a sudden, your finger is 
really getting me worked up, and it makes me want to 
do this."

"No! No! Don't do that, Lester," she yelled.

"You're doing it to me, so I'm doing it to you," he 
said. "You're squirming, too, so you must feel 
something when I do that."

"If you take your finger out, I'll make you very glad 
you did," she said, "No! Don't move it like that!"

"OK," he said, "but you need to take your finger out 
first."

"It's a deal," she said, "when I count three, we'll 
take them out -- but slowly -- and then we'll both go 
to the bathroom and wash our hands and then we'll both 
come back to bed, and then I'll make you glad."

"So this is all for me?" he said. "You're not going to 
get anything out of it at all, are you?"

She laughed. "One-two-three!" she said.

***

"Are you exploring again?" said Lester.

"You know you like it," said Mandy. "No, wait, stop!"

"I told you," said Lester. "If you can do it to me, I 
can do it to you."

"But that's not fair," she said. "You like it, but it 
bothers me."

"I didn't ask you to do it," he said. "You aren't 
doing it for me. So I'm not doing this for you."

"OK," she said, "but please be careful."

"Just as careful as you," he said.

"You're already responding," she said. "If you tell me 
you don't like this, you're lying."

"Do you want to pull out now and wash your hands?" he 
said.

"No," she said, "this time I want to leave it in while 
we're making love. Let me work it out. I promise you, 
you'll love it."

"OK," he said, "but mine stays in, too."

"What if the position doesn't work out that way?" she 
said.

"You're going to make it work," he said.

She pushed and pulled him and shifted her body various 
ways until she was satisfied. Then she began moving 
against him. Her lower body was moving away from him 
and back, pulling his penis into her and then out of 
her. Meanwhile, her finger was moving in and out of 
him with the same rhythm.

His finger was inside of her, but his arm was trapped 
by her body, so he couldn't move it. When her body 
moved, his finger moved with it. And then the double 
rhythm of her finger and her pelvis got to him, and he 
began moving his hips and thrusting back at her.

When he did, she started coming. He could tell right 
away because of her anal spasms around his finger, and 
that made him lose control and slam his body into her 
in a wild orgasm of his own.

As he was pounding her, he suddenly felt something 
strange distracting him, but only for an instant. He 
was lost in convulsions and didn't realize what had 
happened until he fell back exhausted.

"Hey!" he yelled as he jerked away from her. "What's 
the idea?"

She was trying to catch her breath and didn't respond. 
He looked at her, and she had a satisfied smile on her 
face. He waited for her to respond, and when she 
didn't after a few minutes, he was irritated.

"That was a dirty trick to pull on me while I was 
coming," he said. "I never said you could stick a 
second finger in me. You almost spoiled it for me."

"I think I made you come harder," she said, "because 
you were so surprised. And there was plenty of room 
inside you. It went in easily."

He didn't say anything after that, but when she looked 
at him, she saw he was angry. She found out how angry 
two nights later, when they were in bed and stroking 
each other.

"Ow!" she yelled. "What are you doing? That hurts. 
Please stop now!"

"Not on your life," he said. "I'm just catching up. I 
didn't have a chance to put two fingers into you the 
other night when you did that to me."

"But your fingers are a lot larger than mine, and my 
anus is smaller than yours," she said as she tried to 
move away from him.

"You should have thought of that," he said as he kept 
his fingers inside her and moved his arm with her so 
they stayed inside.

She stopped moving and turned to look at him. "OK, you 
win," she said, "but take them out for a second and 
let me do something. I promise you, I'll let you put 
them back in. Please, Lester!"

He slowly pulled his two fingers out of her anus, and 
when he did, she grabbed them and squeezed something 
out of a plastic bottle over them and then massaged 
the greasy fluid all over the fingers. Then she let 
them go.

"OK," she said. "I covered your fingers with lube. Go 
ahead, but slowly, please. Ow! It still hurts, but at 
least it's better than before. I'll put some lube on 
my fingers, too."

In a few seconds, she had two fingers moving inside of 
him. He began moving his fingers inside her. Both of 
them began squirming involuntarily a few moments 
later. He was silent, but she was talking.

"This isn't fair, because I'm uncomfortable and you're 
getting excited," she said.

"Then just take your fingers out," he said.

She didn't respond, but began maneuvering their bodies 
again. This time he made sure she didn't get him into 
a position where his arm was locked, and as they began 
moving together, their fingers were going at the same 
tempo. Both of them had massive orgasms, and as their 
bodies went crazy, he once more felt something 
different in his anus. She had pulled the same trick 
again.

He didn't say anything while they were recovering, but 
when she came back from the bathroom, he said, "You 
know what's going to happen next time, don't you, 
Mandy? Now I know why you brought the lube to bed. 
Don't forget it next time because you're getting three 
fingers, just like you put in me just now."

She didn't say anything.

***

The next couple of days, they didn't talk much. Then 
Lester told her at breakfast, "This is crazy. I'm not 
going to be in a bad mood for no reason. If you want 
to be, that's up to you."

Usually, either Mandy or Lester initiated sex two or 
three times a week, but neither made any attempts for 
the next 10 days.

One night they were looking at each other, and they 
could each tell what the other wanted. "What I don't 
understand is that even though you say my fingers 
bother you and disgust you and even hurt you, you 
won't stop with your fingers," he said. "It's like 
self-destructive behavior. Why are you doing it?"

"It's over tonight," she said. "All I know that 
pushing my fingers into you gives me an incredible 
feeling. I don't know why, but I feel powerful. I feel 
like I'm in control, like I'm the man, and I'm putting 
my thing in you like you put your thing in me.

"And the fact that you aren't happy about it, that you 
don't want it but I'm doing it anyway, that makes it 
even more exciting. I've never had orgasms before like 
I had the last couple of times.

"But you're right, the price is getting too big," she 
said. "Tonight, I'll let you put three fingers in me, 
and I promise I won't put four into you, even though 
I'm dying to and I know you can take them. I just hope 
if I go hysterical with your three fingers, you'll 
have a little compassion. I am so scared right now 
that I feel like I might faint."

"OK," he said. "You win. It really bothered me when 
you used three fingers last time. I'll admit that one 
or two fingers were stimulating and even felt good. 
But three didn't do anything except make me feel 
uncomfortable and angry.

"So even though you owe me three fingers, I'll let you 
win while you're ahead. If you want to forget about 
this whole thing starting tonight, I'll let it go."

"No," she said. "I'm not ready to totally give up on 
this, even though I know three fingers is going to be 
horrible for me. But I am going to ask you to go along 
with some things that I thought of."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's start with this," she said. "Look at my three 
middle fingers. See how they're lined up side by side. 
Now watch. I'm putting my middle finger behind the 
other two fingers and squeezing all three together. It 
makes them take up less space. Would you do that for 
me?"

"Sure," he said.

"Thank you," she said, and she leaned over and kissed 
him. "Please do it now for practice."

When he put his fingers together and then pointed to 
show her, she reached under her pillow and pulled out 
a cloth tape measure and wrapped it tightly around his 
fingers. She looked at the numbers, and then she took 
it off.

"OK," she said. "Now I want both of us to prepare."

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Before we stick our fingers in, I want us to be 
clean," she said.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he said.

"Yes, I'll go first," she said. "I've got all the 
stuff in the bathroom. After I finish and wash myself 
off, you'll go in and do the same thing. I'm hoping 
that if I know you're clean inside and I am, too, I 
won't think that I'm smelling anything and become 
nauseous."

***

When he came back to bed 15 minutes later, he felt 
empty inside and not aroused at all. As soon as he lay 
down, he felt something go into his anus. "You're not 
wasting any time, are you?" he said.

"That's not my finger," she said. "It's a bulb syringe 
with a very tiny nozzle, so don't complain. I did it 
to myself already. I'm squeezing a lot of lube into 
you, so my fingers will move so smoothly inside you 
that it won't hurt at all."

"Sure," he said. "Whatever you say."

After she filled him up with the slippery liquid, she 
smiled at him and then got between his legs. He drew 
his breath in sharply as her mouth began working on 
him. Maybe because they hadn't had sex in so long, he 
became hard instantly, despite the slimy feeling 
inside him. She continued to stimulate him with her 
mouth and her tongue and then she pulled her head up 
and grabbed his penis with one hand and the cloth tape 
measure in the other. She wrapped it around him and 
looked at it, then took it off and tossed it aside.

As he felt her fingers enter him, he followed her 
lead. Her third finger made him jerk as it entered. 
Even with all the lube, it didn't feel good. It 
stretched his anus and caused a stab of pain, but as 
she began moving it, his anus enlarged, and it wasn't 
painful anymore, even though it still felt intrusive. 
He had to resist the impulse to move his body away to 
get this uncomfortable foreign object out of his 
insides.

When his third finger entered Mandy, she began shaking 
uncontrollably and shouted out, "Stop! Stop, please!" 
He pulled his fingers out.

"That was horrible," she said. "I don't know if I can 
do this. Wait a minute." He noticed that her fingers 
were still working inside him.

She stopped shaking and said, "OK, but very slowly 
please. Oh no, oh no. Go ahead. Don't stop now."

He slowly inserted his fingers. When they were all in, 
she took a deep breath and held it in for a while 
before slowly exhaling. Meanwhile, her fingers were 
going in and out of him and increasing their tempo. He 
began doing the same thing, but much slower.

"What are you doing?" she yelled, and he stopped. She 
breathed deeply a few times and said softly, "OK, I'm 
sorry. Do it. I'll try not to stop you again."

As he increased his tempo slowly until it matched 
hers, she made horrible little noises. She was crying 
and shrieking and moaning in agony, but her fingers 
never stopped inside him. They were plunging in 
violently now, and they began hurting him again, but 
he resisted the urge to do the same to her. He just 
kept the same pace and tried to move his fingers 
smoothly, like a machine.

She slowed down and began adjusting their bodies. He 
was amazed that she was doing this because she was in 
such obvious pain, and he wondered if he could even 
get aroused enough for insertion.

But she must have thought of that, because he felt her 
inhaling his limp penis and using all her oral magic 
to get him hard. It worked, and when she lifted her 
head, she quickly placed him at the right spot and 
pulled him to her. She was under him and partially 
sideways to him, and one arm pulled him and guided him 
as their bodies began moving together, while the other 
arm was reaching behind him and working her three 
fingers inside his anus. They were tormenting him now, 
pulling at the opening, stretching it, pushing in as 
far as they could go and ripping into the soft tissue 
inside him.

He had buried his fingers deep inside her, but she had 
moved and was now she was lying on his arm, and his 
hand was trapped, so all he could do was try to wiggle 
his fingers. He noticed that when their two bodies 
slammed together, his fingers were driven deeper into 
her, and each time that happened, she screamed in 
pain. But she didn't slow down.

He began crying and screaming, too, as his insides 
were assaulted, and that's when he noticed her body 
started to lose control. As he felt her shake with her 
first orgasm, he was nearly over the edge himself, and 
when she came for the third time, he slammed into her 
so hard that he was afraid he might send her body 
through the mattress. His screaming and crying never 
stopped during his powerful orgasm. The pleasure of 
his release was not enough to overcome the pain of her 
torture.

After he came, she continued bucking underneath him, 
and drove herself to two more orgasms before she 
finally fell back and seemed to shrink into a lump of 
flesh that was engulfed in gasping and sobbing beneath 
him. Her fingers were still in him, and his were still 
trapped in her as his full body weight was pressing on 
her.

After a few minutes, she began trying to push him off 
with her free hand. "I'm not moving until you take 
those fingers out," he said, and his voice was so weak 
it was barely a whisper.

"Sorry," she said. "I forgot." She slowly withdrew her 
fingers, and then he rolled off her and slowly pulled 
his out. They lay side by side breathing heavily for 
almost 10 minutes, and then she got up and went to the 
bathroom.

***

The next morning after each hobbled into the kitchen 
and sat down painfully at the table, she looked at him 
mournfully and then burst into laughter. He began 
laughing, too, more in relief than anything else.

"We are crazy," she said, "and I admit it. I'm crazier 
than you. I should have stopped last night when I 
couldn't stand the pain anymore, but I was so turned 
on by what I was doing to you that I had to keep 
going. The more I could see you getting desperate and 
breaking down, the wilder I felt. And when I came, it 
was so incredible that I forgot about the pain you 
were causing me for a while.

"But after that, the pleasure was over, and the pain 
hasn't stopped yet. So in a way I'm glad we did it, 
but I also know I'll never let you do that to me 
again. It's just not worth it."

"So you're finally done with this," he said.

"I didn't say that," she said. "I just said, I won't 
ever let you put more than two of your thick, long 
fingers inside me again. But I still want to ravage 
you with four of my slender fingers and then five and 
then my whole hand. It won't hurt you nearly as much 
as you hurt me last night."

"But that's not going to happen," he said. "I told you 
the rule, a finger for a finger."

"I'm not agreeing to that anymore," she said, "but 
I've got another idea I'm working on. Right now, we're 
not in shape for anything, but once we're healed and 
horny again, I'll tell you about it. I think you'll go 
for it. So let's drop this for now. I can see you are 
getting angry before you even know what I'm going to 
say, so let's let everything cool down, especially the 
burning inside my ass."

***

When they were recovered enough to have sex again, she 
didn't bring up her idea, and he decided she had 
thought better of suggesting it. At first, they 
avoided their anuses completely, but after a while, 
she began inserting a finger into him occasionally. 
Each time, he followed her example, and that's as far 
as it went.

One day, she said she'd like to work him with two 
fingers again, and would he mind if they cleaned 
themselves out once more. He went along, and after 
that, they did the cleaning and fingering about once a 
month. She attacked him hard, and he was sore after 
each time, but she was, too, because he continued to 
copy her.

After one of these sessions, when she had recovered 
from multiple orgasms and both of them were tired and 
sore, she said, "Will you listen with an open mind if 
I tell you my idea?"

"What idea?" he said. "Oh, is this your idea for 
sticking your whole hand inside my anus while I don't 
do anything to you? Go ahead. I'm curious about how 
you think I'd ever agree to that."

"OK," she said, "please hear me out and don't 
interrupt me. And promise me you won't make a quick 
decision and you'll think about it."

"I promise," he said with a laugh.

"Remember the night of the insane pain?" she said. 
"Remember when I measured the width of your three 
fingers before we started, and then when I got you 
hard, I measured the width of your penis?"

"That's right," he said. "I wondered what you were 
doing. What was that all about?"

"You know your big, thick, long hose?" she said. "I 
adore it when you fill my vagina, but I freaked out 
when you asked me once if I would ever consider taking 
it in my ass. Do you remember? It was a long time 
ago."

"I'll never forget that," he said. "You were so scared 
that you were almost hysterical. I thought I'd have to 
call a nurse to give you a sedative. I knew better 
than to ever bring that up again."

"Well the other night, I found out that as big as it 
is, it's barely bigger than three of your thick 
fingers squeezed together. That got me to thinking 
about what I want and what you want. So here's why 
you'll let me put my hand inside you. If you do, I 
will let you have anal sex with me. It would have to 
be two different nights, because I wouldn't be in any 
shape to do anything after you destroyed my ass. Yes, 
I'd let you go first.

"OK, give me your first reaction. I'm sure it's 
negative, but I'm prepared to persuade you. And 
remember, you promised that you'd think about it, so I 
don't want any final answer today."

"All right," he said. "First of all, I've managed to 
do without anal for years. Yes, I liked it when I did 
it with a few girls before I met you, even though none 
of them liked it. Usually, that turns me off, but I 
guess it's just like you getting excited when I'm in 
pain from your three fingers, because somehow their 
discomfort didn't bother me. I never tried to 
humiliate and hurt them like you did me. But still, I 
could tell they were having a hard time with it, and I 
got excited anyway. So I suppose the same thing would 
happen if I did anal with you.

"But I don't need it, and even if I did, I wouldn't 
let you put your hand up my ass for that. I felt like 
I was dying the night you ripped into me with three 
fingers, so the pleasure of making love to your ass 
wouldn't make up for the pain you would inflict on me.

"If you look at it logically, it doesn't make sense. 
You said that my penis is about as thick as the three 
fingers I put in your anus the other night. So if we 
had anal sex, it would like the night of insanity for 
you. But you really hurt me with your three fingers, 
and you'd be putting your whole hand in. Why would I 
agree to that?"

"You aren't looking at this right," she said. "Forget 
about numbers of fingers. Just think in terms of 
discomfort, humiliation and pain. My anus is much 
smaller than yours, and your hard thick penis would 
really hurt me, especially since the experience would 
be a lot different than just sticking fingers into me.

"First of all, you're so long that you'd go halfway up 
my intestines. Your fingers barely go a few inches in, 
and that's enough to cause incredible pain. This would 
be many times worse.

"And the motion of that gigantic thick thing -- 
especially when you work up a head of steam and start 
pounding me into the mattress -- well, I get the 
chills even thinking about it. I'm much softer and 
more fragile than you. I would use as much lube as I 
could, but I know you would still rip my insides to 
shreds. There's no way I could hurt you as much as you 
could hurt me."

"That all sounds great, Mandy," he said with a laugh. 
"But you know you're exaggerating what I would do to 
you and downplaying what you would do to me with a 
hand that's much wider than my penis, or my three 
fingers or even four fingers."

"I bet it's not as wide as four of your fingers," she 
said. "I can measure right now. If I win, will you do 
it?"

"No," he said. "And my final answer is no, too, 
because it comes down to the fact that when you see me 
humiliated and turned into a pathetic wreck from the 
pain, it gives you tremendous orgasms. But I just 
can't get as excited about hurting and degrading you. 
Isn't that the bottom line?"

She ignored his question. "You promised to think about 
it, Lester," she said. "Take your time. I can wait."

"You may be waiting for a long time," he said.

***

He pretended that he was giving it consideration. Then 
he got worried that he might be raising her hopes, so 
he told her three days later.

She was angry. "So that's your final answer," she 
said. "You wimped out. I've seen lots of guys on the 
Internet letting women do that to them. It isn't the 
end of the world. And I'm not any woman. You know 
you'd be safe with me because I would never do 
anything that could cause you real injury. I'd be 
careful.

"You know how much I want this because of what I'd be 
willing to sacrifice to get it, and you still won't 
give it to me. I'm just not that important to you.

"I could do it to you anyway if I wanted, but instead 
I agreed to experience the horrible pain of anal sex 
so you'd agree. But even that didn't get me anywhere, 
did it? OK. I need to get out of the apartment. I 
can't look at you."

He didn't say anything as she left, but he thought to 
himself, if she leaves me over this, I guess I don't 
know her as well as I thought I did.

When she came home a few hours later, she had calmed 
down, and the first thing she did was embrace him and 
kiss him for a long time. "I'm sorry," she said 
finally. "I was so disappointed that I said some 
things I didn't mean. You know I love you, and nothing 
like this disagreement is ever going to change that."

"So are you telling me you're finally giving up?" he 
said.

"I didn't say that," she said. "But I promise you 
there won't be any more scenes like today. I still 
want to do this, and I'm going to try to persuade you. 
I can see that logic won't work and neither will 
telling you how much it means to me. But there are 
other methods."

He wondered what they were, and he didn't have to wait 
long to find out. The first email arrived a couple of 
weeks later. The messages were always unsigned and 
short, along the lines of "I think you'll find this 
interesting" or "Take a look at this one" or "Do you 
think she's enjoying this?" With each message there 
was a link.

He finally realized she must have subscribed to 
several websites specializing in anal porn. The links 
were to videos on the sites, and the ones she selected 
all had one thing in common. The girls seemed to be 
petite, with bodies similar to Mandy's, and the men 
had huge equipment, most of it larger than Lester's. 
And when the men began having anal sex with the girls, 
it was obvious that the girls were in extreme pain. 
Some of them tried to blink away the pain, some 
furrowed their brows and some of them tried to breathe 
fast or blow out air to lessen the pain, but by the 
end, all of them were screaming, and most of them had 
their eye makeup washed out on their faces from 
crying.

Lester knew there were other sex videos with 
professionals who laughed and smiled all the way 
through anal sex, but these weren't the ones Mandy 
chose. All of the ones she sent him made it look like 
the woman was in extreme pain while the man merrily 
pounded her until he came.

At first, Lester was embarrassed that he was 
responding to the videos. He noticed that while 
watching them, he was getting hot in his face and 
aroused. One time, she walked into his home office 
while he was watching one of them, and he quickly shut 
off the video. But he couldn't hide how flush and 
jumpy he was. She smiled at him and didn't say 
anything.

After a while, he decided that there wasn't anything 
wrong with his reaction. That's what the videos were 
made for, to turn men on. He enjoyed them and at times 
even looked forward to what bizarre video Mandy would 
send him next. He deleted most of her emails with the 
links, but there were a few that he really liked, and 
he kept those and would watch them again at times. A 
couple of times, when she was out for the evening at a 
business meeting and he knew she would be too tired 
for sex when she came home, he even masturbated while 
watching a video.

But if the intention was to whet his appetite for 
having anal sex with Mandy, it didn't work. Yes, he 
thought about anal sex more now and sometimes 
fantasized that he was doing it with one of the 
actresses in the videos or maybe a stranger, but never 
with Mandy, because as soon as he thought of that, he 
thought about what it would cost him.

One day at dinner, she finally mentioned the videos. 
"I know you are really into them, Lester," she said. 
"And you know why I'm sending them. I want to work up 
your appetite for having anal sex with me so you'll 
agree to what I want. But I have to give you a 
warning, too.

"I'm not waiting for you to tell me one day that you 
give up and agree to my proposition. Here's how I 
expect it to happen. One of the nights when we are 
both cleaned out and using a couple of fingers on each 
other, you're going to take the next step and aim your 
penis at my anus. When you do that, I'll go along with 
whatever horrible things you want to do to me, because 
I'll know the deal is sealed, and I'm going to get my 
end, so to speak, whether you have second thoughts or 
not."

"Wait a second," he said. "You said that before, that 
you could force me against my will. How are you going 
to do that? Are you going to drug me? Don't you think 
that's sick?"

"Of course that would be sick," she said. "And there's 
an even better reason why I would never do that. The 
whole point of my sticking my hand up you is for me to 
watch you experience the pain and humiliation. I want 
to see you blubbering like a baby. I want to watch 
your face as your mind is reeling and you can't 
control your muscles and turn into an imbecile. I want 
to see your body squirm and twitch and shake 
uncontrollably. If you were drugged out and didn't 
even know what was going on, what would be the point?

"No, I worked out a way that I can do it to you, and 
when I do, you'll be totally awake but unable to stop 
me. Some other woman might just go ahead and do it 
anyway, but I'm not like that. Everything's going to 
be fair. You get your anal first.

"But you didn't let me finish my warning. There's 
another way you can seal the deal, and I can get my 
reward without you even touching me. The reason I send 
you the videos are so that you'll want anal sex with 
me, but you may be thinking you might be able to do it 
with someone else. No, Lester, that won't work. As 
soon as I find out, it means the deal is just as 
sealed as if you had anal with me. And then I'll take 
what you owe me.

"I've given you fair warning. If you don't want me to 
get you more obsessed with anal sex, you can always 
delete the links I send you before you open them. It's 
up to you. You know I'm trying to condition you to 
need anal sex like a drug addict has to have his fix. 
If you have anal with someone else, even a prostitute, 
I'm not going to be angry. It just means that my plan 
worked. It would be different if you had regular sex 
with another woman. That would be betrayal and 
cheating, and it would mean the end of our 
relationship.

"No, if you have anal sex with another woman, I'll be 
happy, because whatever you do to her, I won't have to 
endure any of it, and I get my end of the bargain 
anyway. So I'm warning you again, Lester. If you have 
anal sex with someone else and I find out, the deal is 
sealed. But you know you don't need to do that because 
when you want to have anal, I'm ready for it."

***

She didn't mention her warning again, and Lester 
forgot about it, because he had never cheated on 
Mandy, although he had many opportunities since both 
of them traveled on business.

One of the opportunities was Carol, who lived on the 
floor above them and was wild. They enjoyed going to 
her parties, because they always met strange and 
unusual people that they would never ordinarily come 
in contact with. Occasionally, Carol would come over 
to see Mandy. If he was around when that happened, he 
had to be careful that his eyes didn't bug out.

Carol didn't just like to wear next to no clothes. She 
wore clothes that pointed to all the best parts of her 
geography. Her large breasts always looked like they 
were falling out of whatever she was wearing, and her 
shorts were tight and skimpy over her firm round butt.

She always flirted with Lester, and when she did, she 
used graphic language so strong that Lester wondered 
if she was really joking. He pretended that she was 
and tried to stay away from her. When he told Mandy 
about his run-ins with her -- especially the ones 
where she grabbed his rear or groped for his testicles 
or penis -- Mandy made light of his stories. He was 
surprised, because usually, Mandy was extremely 
protective and jealous. Finally, he decided that Mandy 
liked Carol to come on to him, because Carol probably 
reported every detail to her. For Mandy, it was a way 
to test his loyalty.

It was probably because he was watching too much anal 
porn, Lester thought, but lately Mandy's ass was 
really catching his attention. She usually wore tiny 
denim shorts that were plenty tight, but she had 
switched to some thin, elastic fabric that looked like 
she was naked and someone had painted her skin.

Whenever he saw her, whether it was her occasional 
visits to Mandy or on the stairs or in laundry room, 
it always seemed as though Carol was bent over with 
her legs wide. A couple of times, he could have sworn 
he saw her anus spread open beneath the fabric. One 
time, she was wearing some yellow pants that were so 
sheer that he thought her anus was winking at him. 
It's saying come and get me, he thought. He finally 
shook his head to snap out of it and hoped Carol 
didn't notice him staring. It made him decide not to 
watch the video links that Mandy was sending him, but 
he didn't keep that resolution for long.

***

"I'm sorry, Lester, I found out this morning," said 
Mandy. "We'll just postpone our plans to next weekend. 
The weather is supposed to stay good."

"How could they make you do this at the last moment," 
he said. "I should call Franny. Maybe I can ask her to 
let you off when I tell her how it's wrecking our 
getaway."

"No!" said Mandy in a loud voice. "No, I don't want 
you calling her. Just because she's been your best 
buddy since you were 3 doesn't make it right. She 
can't let me off, and if she could, everyone at the 
office would hate me. Don't you dare call her or ever 
mention this up with her."

"OK, OK," he said. "I didn't realize how upset that 
would get you. Is everything all right? You seem 
really on edge?"

"I'm fine, but I've got to pack, so I can leave first 
thing in the morning," she said. "It will be over late 
tomorrow night, so I'll drive back Sunday morning. I 
should be home by noon. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," he said. "The whole weekend's shot to 
hell."

"Well, I know Carol's having one of her parties," she 
said. "We were invited, but I didn't bother to tell 
you because we had plans. If you end up going, please 
don't drink yourself under the table just because 
you're angry."

***

Friday night two weeks later, Lester was still in a 
good mood from the previous weekend. They had taken 
their postponed trip, and it couldn't have been more 
perfect. The lodge was wonderful, the food was great 
and the grounds were beautiful, but the best thing 
about it had been Mandy. She had stopped being 
irritable and peevish like she had been for the 
previous few months.

All of a sudden, she was relaxed and warm and tender 
and eager to do whatever he wanted. All her attention 
was on taking care of him, even though he had planned 
the trip to please her.

In bed she was like a rabbit. She always liked to make 
him feel good during sex, but for the whole weekend, 
she didn't even think about herself, although he 
noticed that the more excited she made him, the more 
excited she became. And that in turn aroused him even 
more, so it was a spiral of lust that ended with both 
of them exhausted by the time they got home late 
Sunday night.

The afterglow hadn't warn off, and even though he 
would have preferred some more wrestling in the 
sheets, it was one of their scheduled finger pushing 
sessions, and he knew they meant a lot to Mandy. She 
had been smiling broadly all through dinner, and he 
was sure it was because she was anticipating bedtime.

Her two fingers were working away inside him, and his 
were doing the same inside her for a while, and he was 
waiting for her to move their bodies into whatever 
position she wanted to for them to consummate when he 
felt it. "Hey!" he shouted. "Stop that!" But it didn't 
stop. He felt a third finger sliding into him. It 
didn't hurt too much because his anus had been 
loosened from the pushing and pulling of her two 
fingers, but it bothered him anyway.

"You told me you never wanted to use three fingers 
again," he said, turning his head to toward her. He 
didn't see her face because her upper body was down by 
his crotch, but he could hear her reply.

"I didn't say that, Lester," she said. "What I said 
was that I would never let you put three of your thick 
fingers inside me again."

"But that's what I'm going to do, Mandy," he said, 
"right now. I told you before, a finger for a finger."

"Not anymore," she said, "and this is why."

"Ow!" he said as he doubled up in pain. "What was 
that? You've never done that before. That was cruel."

"I'm sorry, Lester," she said. "Please be quiet for a 
minute and listen to me. I don't want to do that 
again, but I will if I have to. Will you listen to me 
for a minute? After that, you can say anything you 
want.

"I said you weren't going to put another finger in me, 
and you just found out the reason why. My right hand 
has three fingers in your nice, clean anus. There's a 
ton of lube in there. Do you hear the squishy sounds 
of the lube as they go in and out and how I'm slowly 
increasing the pace?

"The reason I can do that is my left hand has a good 
grip on your balls. The grip is snug, so I hope your 
balls feel comfortably warm, and maybe you will even 
get aroused. But right now, you need to take both 
fingers out of my anus, and you are not going to put 
any of them back for tonight.

"Did you understand what I said, Lester. Take those 
fingers out now, because I'm starting to make my snug 
grip even snugger, and soon I'll be squeezing your 
balls as tight as I did a second ago, when you nearly 
passed out. If you do pass out, though, don't worry. 
I've got some smelling salts handy, and you'll soon be 
awake again, because I want you involved with me as I 
put my hand into your anus tonight."

"No!" he screamed. "Are you crazy? Why are you doing 
this?"

"It's not time for you to talk yet, Lester, because 
your fingers are still in my anus," she said. "If you 
don't remove them slowly right now, get ready for some 
real pain. That's it. Slowly glide them free. Now 
we're all set.

"I see your body is starting to react to my three 
fingers, Lester. You're shifting around from the 
discomfort. I just slowed the pace, and now I'm 
working in my fourth finger. Did you feel any 
difference? The four fingers are all going in and out 
now, just as smoothly as the three did. I told you 
that you could take four.

"OK, as I slowly increase the speed again, I'll answer 
your question that you asked a few seconds ago. Why am 
I doing this? The answer is because I said I would do 
this, I warned you I would do this, and I promised you 
I would do this. You sealed the deal, and now I'm 
doing what I promised I would do.

"Do you have anything to say, Lester, any questions? 
Are you thinking about telling me any lies? Are you 
going to say it's your word against hers? You can save 
your breath, because I know for certain what you did. 
Oh, did you see all those lights go on? And here she 
is, the beautiful Carol.

"She is such a slut. Look, she even took all her 
clothes off because she's so excited by this. No, 
we're not having a threesome. She's holding that video 
camera because she's been shooting us from across the 
room since we got into bed. But now she can come out 
of hiding and turn on all the extra lights I rented, 
so the video is bright and crystal clear. Everything 
is being shot in slo-mo as well as regular speed, so 
I'll be able to watch my hand going in you inch by 
inch and seeing what each inch makes you do with your 
body and your face.

"Yes, I know all about Carol's party, and how drunk 
you got and how you were lying on her couch when 
everyone else left and how she danced her slutty dance 
and shook her butt for you. The lights were low for 
the party, but then she turned them all on, and as she 
waved her ass in front of your face, you could see she 
wasn't wearing panties and her thin white shorts were 
so stretched that it looked like she wasn't wearing 
anything. Despite all the drinks, you were as hard as 
a rock, and you ripped off your pants and grabbed her 
and pulled off her pants and plunged right into her 
ass. You were so excited that it was less than a 
minute before you gushed into her guts.

"Do you want to deny it, Lester? Do you want to say 
something besides those moans. I wish I had you inside 
me right now, because your responses are getting me so 
turned on that I think I could come in a second. But I 
couldn't figure out a way to do that and get my hand 
into you at the same time, so that will have to wait.

"Did you forget about how you sealed the deal? Maybe 
you thought you had imagined it. But it was real, and 
so is this, my thumb. I slowed down again, and I'm 
tucking it behind the other fingers and moving it into 
you slowly and carefully now. You'll see on the video, 
I'm all the way up to the second knuckles.

"For now, we're going in and out slowly and carefully. 
I like the way you're working hard to handle it, 
Lester. Yes, try those breathing things. Maybe they'll 
help. I'm going slower and slower, and now I'm 
stopping with my fingers inside as far as they will 
go. No more in and out now. It's all one way --in. I'm 
gently pushing all the fingers into you. You're very 
tight all of a sudden, because the largest part of my 
hand is at the opening and can't get any further.

"But I'm going to be patient, like I've been patient 
with you for months now. You are resisting my hand, 
just like you resisted what I wanted to do. We could 
have done this a long time ago with your cooperation. 
You could have used my anus any way you wanted to and 
really made me earn this, instead of sealing the deal 
in less than a minute during your drunken night with 
Carol. But you made your choice, and like I told you, 
I'm not angry. At least I know Carol didn't give you 
some disease.

"I think I felt something, Lester, and I definitely 
hear something. You're starting to howl like a dying 
animal, and I think your ass is going to cave soon and 
let me in. Let me help it by twisting like this. Oh, 
that was some scream. I'm all wet between my legs. I 
think I may have come once already without knowing it.

"Oh, oh, oh. There it goes. Thanks for that scream as 
your ass swallowed my hand up to the wrist. It was the 
best one of all. Oh, Lester, you're crying now. You're 
just bellowing and the tears are coming in a flood. 
You're just a little boy who wants his mommy to make 
his boo-boo go away. You sound pathetic, and I feel 
sorry for you, and that feeling is getting me even 
more excited. Did you feel that through my hand inside 
you? I just came two more times.

"OK, I think we rested enough. Now I'm going to pull 
my hand gently out of you. I'll push the fingers 
together and glide out like this through all the lube 
and watch your anus open up, and there, we're all out, 
and now we glide right back in. See, it didn't hurt as 
much the second time. I could tell by your groan.

"Let's pull it out a little faster now, and put it in 
a little faster. That looked fantastic, especially the 
way your body jerked as my hand pushed in to the wrist 
and then was ripped completely free.

"Let's increase the speed now. Oh my, look at you jerk 
like you're in the electric chair. I wonder if that 
hurts more than this. I don't think so. Oh, I just 
came again. I think I could keep coming all night if 
we kept this up, but I don't want to turn you into a 
vegetable. So let's just do a few more times, and then 
we're going to try something so hot that I came the 
other day when I just thought about it.

"When you accused me of getting off on watching your 
humiliation and pain, you were right, Lester, but only 
partly right. What really makes me go out of my mind 
is when you are humiliated and in pain and you come 
anyway. Because you're trying to deal with what's 
going on inside your ass, you resist the pleasure, but 
then you can't anymore, and the pleasure ends up 
causing more pain and mortification, and you have this 
great orgasm, but it feels horrible at the same time. 
When I see that, I almost explode with orgasms.

"So now that I've got a good rhythm going in and out 
of your ass with my right hand, I'm going to lean over 
and do this for a while. Mmmmmmm.

"Boy, I had to really suck hard and stroke your balls, 
but I finally got you aroused. I think I could bring 
you off quickly with my mouth, but then Carol wouldn't 
see anything with her camera. So I'm going to use my 
hand to pump you. There's a lot of lube over 
everything now, so the pumping is easy. I'm gliding up 
and down your big, thick penis even while you're 
trying to move away from me and whimpering.

"You got a little slack there again. I need to get my 
mouth back to work and suck you hard. There, it didn't 
take as long this time. And now I feel you starting to 
respond to my hand, even while my other hand is making 
you grimace and moan. I don't think it will be long 
now.

"It's coming, I can feel it. Now I'm raising your 
penis straight into the air while I pump it, and there 
you go. Yes, go Lester, thrust your pelvis and get it 
all out. Are you crying tears of joy while you're 
screaming so loud? I just came three more times.

"We're almost done. I'm going to let you rest up a 
minute for the last part, because it's going to hurt 
the most of all. OK, I'm starting. See what I'm doing? 
I'm pulling out of you just as slowly and persistently 
as I pushed into you, but I made my hand into a big 
fist inside you, so coming out is going to be 
difficult and raise the bar to a new level of pain and 
mortification. I see you feel the strain already. Your 
head is turning in all directions, or rather, it's 
jerking. I don't think you are even a human being 
right now. The pain has clouded your brain, and you're 
just reacting like a bug would react if I tried to 
squash it.

"What's that you say? Are you saying 'Mommy?' Yes you 
are. You've regressed all the way to infancy. Now 
you're screaming like a maniac because you feel the 
fist starting to move toward the opening. I see part 
of it, and it's coming this way. Oh my god! Did you 
hear the sound as it popped out? Like a gun. And look 
at the hole. I think I could stick two hands into it, 
it's so big. You'll see on the video. Now let's watch 
what happens.

"It's staying open like a manhole -- it is a manhole -
- but now I see it's starting to slowly close up. As 
soon as it closes all the way, Carol will turn off the 
cameras and lights and go back upstairs, and call her 
new boyfriend over to service her, because I can tell 
she's about to burst with excitement. If he's not 
available, she'll have to use her fingers or go mad. I 
would loan you to her, but I don't think you'd be able 
to help her the way you look now.

"I'm sorry. I take that back. I'm not loaning you out 
to anyone. That was a feeble joke. You are one amazing 
man, Lester, and I'm going to work just as hard to 
make this up to you as I did to destroy you today. It 
will start tomorrow when you wake up. For now, let me 
get you as comfortable in bed as I can. Yes, don't try 
to keep your eyes open. Sleep, Lester. Sleep."

***

He slept until Saturday afternoon. When he woke up, 
she was sitting in a chair next to the bed, and he 
glowered at her. She got up and pointed to some fruit 
and water on his nightstand and left. He ate a few 
things and then fell asleep again, waking up Sunday 
morning at 5 a.m. She wasn't in bed next to him, and 
it felt strange. He made a move to get up, but it was 
so painful that he just lay there staring at the 
ceiling and thinking about Mandy and how they met and 
the great life they had had together and the wonderful 
weekend last weekend, and how it was all over now and 
how horribly it ended.

When he woke up about noon, she was sitting next to 
him again. She began speaking to him, but he waved his 
hand at her and painfully sat up. Then he got up and 
went to the bathroom, where he screamed loudly while 
he was on the toilet. He was exhausted when he came 
back, but he sat down in an easy chair. When he 
attempted to talk, his voice was weak, and he felt 
tired, so he soon gave up and glared at her.

She smiled at him. "I'm not going to try to soften 
your anger, Lester," she said. "I was determined to 
experience what happened two days ago. You may not 
believe me, but I'm even more determined that we get 
past this. I want us to as happy as we were last 
weekend.

"You're going to be angry, because I'm not going to 
lie to you. I respect you for not lying to me. You 
know what you did with Carol, and you didn't make 
excuses. You know that she didn't offer you one drink. 
She wasn't allowed to. You got roaring drunk all by 
yourself, and that made you forget the deal.

"She also wasn't allowed to touch you. If you hadn't 
pulled off her pants and been the aggressor, nothing 
would have happened. So I had every right to do what I 
did. But I admit that I set up the opportunity for you 
to make the bad decisions, and I was hoping really 
hard that you would so that I could achieve my goal.

"The office didn't ask me to go on that business trip 
at the last minute. There was no trip. I hung out at a 
friend's house the whole day, and then I snuck back 
after dark and hid out at Carol's getting things 
ready. That's how I know exactly what you and Carol 
did. I was hiding in the same room and watched it 
happen, and I filmed it, too, just in case you were 
going to deny it.

"Carol was excited when I told her my plan, and that's 
why she was displaying her ass for you whenever she 
could for the last few weeks. I was worried that you 
might hurt her, but she told me she would be heavily 
lubed, and she was sure she could get you so aroused 
that you wouldn't last long. And she was right.

"When I was watching you, I found myself thinking 
about what I'd do if you didn't go after her. Would I 
give up, or would I keep looking for a way to get what 
I wanted? But then I didn't need to wonder anymore.

"I've watched the video of us twice already, and Carol 
did a great job of capturing all the pain and 
humiliation. The best part is at the end where the 
pain and pleasure were so intense that you went insane 
for a while. I came at least twice each time I saw 
that. So I got what I wanted.

"But now that my goal has been achieved, I can see 
things more clearly. You knew exactly what I was doing 
when I sent you those videos, and you had the choice 
of not watching them, but I was the one who sent them, 
and I'm sure nothing would have happened if I hadn't 
done that.

"What I'm telling you is that you have the right to be 
angry. I think there's a difference between entrapment 
and creating circumstances that make something 
possible, and I didn't cross that line. On the other 
hand, if I were you, I might disagree. That's why I'm 
not going to count what you and Carol did for the 
other part of the deal.

"Yes, I'm still going to give you my ass. I'll wait 
until you are all healed and healthy, and as I said, 
I'm not going to do anything that will make you less 
angry at me. I'm dreading it, because I know you'll 
take out all your anger on my anus and I won't be able 
to handle it anywhere near as well as you did. But at 
the same time, I'm anxious to do this, because knowing 
you, I think after you destroy me and you see my body 
in the kind of pain you're experiencing now, you'll be 
as sympathetic as I am right now, and it will begin 
our mutual healing.

"So I'm going to keep sending you links of painful 
anal scenes, even though I know they will be teaching 
you some horrible things that you will do to me. In a 
month or so, when you aren't hurting anymore and are 
back to full strength, you'll select a night, and I'll 
be cleaned out and lubed up and ready to suffer.

"And Carol will shoot a video of you destroying my ass 
for you to watch later, because I think that's fair. 
I'm sure you'll never agree to do anything like this 
again. That's why I wanted the video to preserve it. 
Whenever I feel excited about humiliating and hurting 
you, I'll watch the Lester on the video. But I won't 
ever hurt the real Lester again.

"You told me how happy I made you last weekend and how 
I seemed like I was glowing. Now you know I was 
glowing because I was thinking about what I was going 
to do to you on Friday. I hope that makes you angry, 
not sad. But I promise you that from now on, I'm going 
to make even better memories for us, and my happiness 
will come from the joy of pleasuring you, not because 
I'm looking forward to degrading and hurting you.

"That's all I've got to say, except I hope you give me 
a chance to show you I'm telling the truth." 

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