I Loved the Way He Fingered My Ass
By: M. C. Frances
Tags: Relationships, Women, Sex, Sexuality, Erotica

I Loved the Way He Fingered My Ass

A frank discussion about butt stuff pays off

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My phone chimed while I chopped peppers for taco night with my family. I unlocked it to find a text from Seth (a sexy friend who rocks my world) asking me to bring some of my sex toys with me the next time we got together. He remembered I mentioned an affinity for butt stuff and said he wanted to talk about that over dinner to get a clearer idea of what I was into and my boundaries.

We texted back and forth, and I explained that I wasn’t open to anal penetration (from a penis) except with Hubby, but that toys, and fingers were certainly encouraged.

Anal play heightens the sensations of all other sexual acts for me and intensifies my orgasms. It’s sexual perfection.

The next time Seth and I got together, I jumped him before we had a chance to go out to dinner and have that conversation so, at some point while we were rolling around mostly naked except for my over the knee suede boots, he stopped and asked if I wanted him to play with my ass. I nodded.

I have an ass that caused me a significant amount of grief as a young white woman in middle-American during the nineties. Everyone around me was tall, thin, and had cardio-obsessed bodies and sleek, Pantene hair. I was short, curvy as a country road, and my hair never met a scrunchy it couldn’t defeat.

It’s interesting, though, that once I embraced the parts of myself I always tried to hide (hair, ass, blah, blah, blah) other people started to notice and celebrate them as well.

My nod was the right answer. Seth flipped me over onto my stomach and used his hands to spread my legs before settling between them. His hands massaged my upper thighs and buttocks.

Another while later, after lots of oral and several orgasms (for me), Seth paused again and asked if I wanted to use some of my toys. I hopped off the bed and bounced happily across the room to my toy bag while Seth complimented my behind.

When we began rolling around, I didn’t bring any toys out at first. However, since Seth is a sex-god who’s more interested in my orgasm than his own, he paused after some missionary penetration and started licking my clit again to keep me spun up.

Men, if you don’t pull your penis out of your partner’s vagina and make her come in the middle of pistoning your hips, what are you even doing? Do you not want to repeat customers?

After he skillfully swirled his tongue around my pleasure-spot and assisted me through another orgasm, Seth mumbled something about getting my toys. I grabbed them all and lay them on the bed.

Not wanting to freak out a new partner by bringing my giant dildo or thrusting rabbit, I brought along a mini wand vibrator, we-vibe remote-controlled bit of amazingness, and a vibrating butt plug. I carryed all three back to the bed along with a bottle of natural lube. The butt plug is one I’ve worked up to and the one Seth found most interesting.

I laid on my stomach, my hips propped up slightly on a pillow (if you’re new to butt stuff, I can’t recommend this position enough).

“Do you like having your ass licked?”

I swooned at the fact that he asked rather than just going for it. Soliciting consent is sexy as fuck.

“I do.”

Seth parted my ass cheeks with his hands and licked from my clit to my anus. As his tongue flittered around my ass, my vaginal walls clenched. I reached a hand under myself to flick my bean while he teased my backdoor.

The entire time he teased my ass, Seth massaged my buttocks with his large, strong hands. I cannot recommend a butt massage enough for men, women, and non-binary folk alike. Hands caressing and kneading your derrière are a step away from pure orgasmic bliss.

Seth rolled me onto my side and curved his body behind mine. One arm wrapped around me, caressing my breasts and my neck. His other hand found its way between my ass cheeks. Using one finger, he massaged and then penetrated my anus. Then, he started rocking us back and forth while whispering in my ear.

“Your ass is incredible. I can’t wait to make you come,” Seth’s husky voice and skilled hands left me unable to respond.

Seth kept this up for quite a while, gently penetrating me while rocking us and whispering about how much he loves my ass. I kept my hand pressed against my pussy, my fingers gently teasing my clit until I started to shake.

When my body clenched in orgasm, Seth tightened his arm around me, pinning me in place and forcing me to accept the full eruption of pleasure.

Then, he rolled me back onto my stomach with the pillow back under my hips and slipped the purple vibrating butt plug into my ass.

Seth says he’s a newbie at butt stuff, but despite that, he used an appropriate amount of lube and prepared me for penetration slowly, so he has some common sense and empathy working for him.

Once the plug was in place, I raised onto all fours, and Seth slipped a condom over his erection and slid inside my narrowed opening. With a butt plug taking up real-estate, my vagina was an iron grip on his cock. With each thrust, he pushed the butt plug a little deeper into my ass so that it felt as though I had two cocks penetrating me in tandem.

My clit throbbed, not wanting to be left out. I grabbed my we-vibe off the bedside table and used it to tease my nub while Seth thrust and the butt plug continued its staccato hum.

(A quick note about the use of a vibrator on your clit during double or anal penetration. It isn’t all that likely that women will climax from anal or vaginal stimulation alone; though it does happen, it isn’t the norm. While I don’t have to have an orgasm to enjoy sex, I really, really like them. It’s like how a glass of wine is an excellent way to end a long day, but a glass of wine with a roaring fire, flickering candlelight, and a massage is better. Why wouldn’t you go for the better option every time? Flick your bean during sex, or find a toy to do it for you; your inner goddess will thank you! My favorite vibrators for this purpose are small, cit specific vibrators or wand-style ones.)

When I came, my entire pelvic floor squeezed, then spasmed. My legs lost their ability to hold me, and I crashed back to the bed. It took every ounce of willpower not to beg Seth to fuck my ass at that moment.

I wanted it; I craved it, but, at this point, the only person I’ve had anal sex with is Hubby (trust, communication, blah blah), so I couldn’t make a change to our guidelines without a conversation with him.

My hips resting on the pillow again, Seth continued the dual assault of my holes, and within moments, the rhythmic squeeze of my vaginal walls encouraged his cock to swell. I felt his orgasm before I heard him cry out.

Afterwards, we laid together on the hotel bed tangled in the sheets. Seth is as good at cuddling as he is at frank sexual discussions and following directions. A post-coital tangle-fest isn’t a requirement in a sexual partner for me. I’m often the one grabbing my panties and leaving immediately afterwards; however, with someone I see regularly, a strong snuggle game is a definite plus.

“That was fucking hot,” Seth breathed in my ear before he kissed my neck.

“Yes, it was,” I propped myself up to smile at him before planting a kiss on his mouth, “You taste like my come,” I noted.

And with that, Seth disappeared under the blanket to start all over again.