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Subject: {ASSM} Story Number 5: Abusing Tara by James Idris. MF reluc oral anal fist. email: Heraldic Dragon @ hotmail.com (remove the spaces!)
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Author: James Idris
Title: Story Number 5: Abusing Tara
email: Heraldic Dragon @ hotmail.com (remove the spaces!)
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"I don't understand," said Tara between sobs, "Why would you leave me?
I love you!"
"It can't be a surprise, can it? We have no sex life! I want to have
lots of sex! I'm 21. If it's this bad now imagine how crap it'll be if
we stayed together and got married!"
"We make love all the time. Only last week..."
"Exactly. Last week! And I don't want to 'make love' every time. I want
to fuck sometimes. I want to fuck 6, 7, 8 times a week at least. And
it's always the same with you. Always 'making love' a couple of times a
month."
"It isn't"
"When did you last give me a hand job?" I asked, "We've never done it
any way other than missionary, and you've never given me a blow job. In
4 years, for christ's sake!"
"I wanted to save something for when we're married."
"You want to save everything for then, but when we are you won't do it
then either."
"Don't leave. Let me show you. Let me show you how good it could be.
Please!"
Maybe it was the pleading in her voice or the last remnant of affection
I had for her...
No bollocks, it was the fact that she was a 20 year old girl who was
very easy on the eye, looked great naked, and she was offering herself
to me on a plate. I'm not stupid.
"I'll make sure you get all the sex you want. I'll do anything,
everything, just don't leave me"

Anything? Everything? OK, I thought, we'll see.
"Come here, then," I said.
Tara came over from where she had flung herself to the floor, expecting
a cuddle.
"Kneel down."
She looked puzzled for a moment and then realised I was going to take
her up on her claim right away. She knelt, knowing what was expected of
her. I'd asked for this dozens, maybe hundreds of times in the four
years we'd been together. I'd always had to go elsewhere to get them
though, not that Tara had any idea that I'd had other girls do this
instead of her. I opened my trousers and Tara took my stiffening dick
out. Looking repulsed she kissed it a couple of times and then licked
it quickly. She started to get up to kiss me on the mouth. It was more
than she'd done before, but this is what she would do, try to do enough
to placate me, then go to her usual safe routine. This time I didn't
let her. I put a hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of the
top of her head, keeping it in place. It dawned in her that she was
going to have to do it this time, and reluctantly took the head of my
dick in her mouth.

She sucked for a moment or two, then told me that she didn't know what
to do. I told her to imagine my dick was covered in chocolate sauce,
and to suck it off. "That's why they call it sucking off," I said.
Holding the bottom half of the shaft in her hand, Tara began to lick
and suck at my dick. Her warm mouth took the head inside and she began
to massage it with her soft lips and tongue. She moved back and forth
over the first three or four inches of my cock as it hardened to its
full size. Shit, she hadn't done this before and she was good! I'd
missed out on four years of good blow jobs because of her prissiness.
Instead of getting hornier with the sucking, I started to get more
annoyed with her. How good could she be? I thought. How far can I push
this?
"Don't just suck on the top few inches," I said, "Put the whole thing
in your mouth."
"It's too big," She said, "It'll never all fit in my mouth."
"I know. What doesn't fit in your mouth will go in your throat."
"I can't put it in my throat. I don't know how." She complained.
"Try."

Tara started to feed my cock deeper into her mouth, on each forward
movement she took a little more in. I could see she was reluctant,
trying to get as much in as it took to either get me off, or to satisfy
me that she had tried. Soon, she gagged on the head as it reached the
back of her mouth. My whole cock came out and she said
"I can't. I want to do it," she lied, "I want to for you, but I can't.
I tried, I really did." Except I didn't think she had tried very hard.
I could try to get my dick in her throat harder than that.
"OK, lay on the bed, on your back," I said. Tara looked relieved. This
was more her style, a quick missionary. Except I didn't go for that, I
pulled her to the edge of the bed, and then a little farther, so her
head hung over the side. I stood above her head, facing her feet I
leaned forwards on my hands, one to her side and the other between her
legs pressed up against her cunt, so that she couldn't move away, and
put my dick against her open lips and started to feed it into her
mouth. She hadn't realised what I was going to do until it was
happening, by which time she couldn't stop it. I started to fuck her
mouth, just as deeply as she had to start with, not so far as to make
her gag. But when she put her hands around my thighs I pushed to the
back of her mouth and into her throat. She gagged straight away, and
pushed me back.
"What are you doing?" She choked.
"You said you wanted to deepthroat me, but couldn't. I'm just doing
what you wanted. You said you'd do anything for me"
"I, I suppose. Can I try again?" Got her, I thought.
I fed my dick between her lips again as she resigned herself to me.
Without preamble, this time, I moved straight to the back of her mouth
and pushed through her gagging into her throat. She instictively moved
away as far as she could, not trying to get away, just to ease the
pressure on her as much as possible, but my wrist was between her legs,
in the way and she ended up rubbing her cunt against it as she
squirmed.
Her throat was tight and hot and clenched over and over as it
reflexively tried to push the invader back out. I let it, then pushed
in again. I didn't get to fuck her throat for long. I knew Tara was
hating this, she had done so much to avoid even kissing my dick, now I
was forcing over eight inches of cock into her face over and over,
making her gag. I could see the struggle she was having to breathe and
to stop herself from fighting me off. She wanted to keep me as her
boyfriend, and this was what she would have to do. After not too long I
realised I was going to come, and instead of thrusting in and out of
her face, I pushed in as far as I could, leaning some of my weight onto
her head as I did. The thickness of my cock invading her throat grew as
the first shot of come built up, then I came right into her throat. Now
she fought me off, choking my come back out through her nose. I took it
out of her throat while I was still coming and held the spitting end
against her red, teary face and shot thick globs onto her.
"Shit, I wanted all my come in your throat. You'll have to eat it," I
told her, "wipe it off your face with my dick and eat it. Swallow my
come."
Tara, gasping for breath, dutifully did as she was told, relieved it
was all over.

"See, that wasn't too hard was it? And you were good." Tara smiled at
the compliment.
"No it wasn't too hard." She croaked
"So I'll be able to do that again. And next time I won't take my dick
out until I've finished coming, OK." I think she recognised it as a
statement, not a question. Either way, she didn't answer.
"Roll over," I told her, As she settled down on her stomach I carried
on, "Up on your hands and knees." Then when I saw the result, "No, just
your knees, put your head back down."

I was looking straight at her cunt and arse, pointing up at me. For all
her complaining and resistance, she had clearly enjoyed herself. Her
cunt lips were swollen and red, glistening with moisture. As she
separated her knees, so her lips parted to show her wet, open hole,
inviting me in. I had thought to fuck her from behind, as she'd never
allowed me to before. Instead I reached forwards and after circling her
wet hole with my fingers, pushed two of them in to the knuckle.
"Ah, that's more like it," Tara said into the duvet. "Put your fingers
in me."
Tara likes to be fingered, She gets off on it without actually having
to do anything she thinks is dirty. But I still had in my mind the
image of her wet cunt rubbing against my wrist. I roughly fingered her
for a few thrusts, then took both my fingers out, and pressed all four
fingertips against her dripping wet hole and pushed them in - first the
fingers, then the knuckles, then the palm of my hand, to my thumb
joint.
"Ow, what are you doing?" She yelled.
"I know you like my fingers in you, I figured if you like two, you'd
like four twice as much." I answered as I pulled them out and pushed
back in, making her realise that I was going to carry on.
"Don't, It hurts."
"But I want to try it, I think you'll like it if you give it a chance.
You want to try." Again a statement not a question. As I said it, I
pulled my knuckles out and added my thumb to the group, pushing in and
up toward her arsehole (I'd have to fuck that, too) past the knuckle,
past the thumb joint and in to the wrist.
"Ow, No. You'll hurt me. It feels like its going to tear!" She might
have been right, I hadn't really bothered to work up to my fist. It
looked good, though, her tight little cunt stretched around my wrist,
with my whole hand buried deep inside her.
"It won't tear, the thickest bit is in you now."
"What do you mean the thickest bit?"
"I've got my whole hand inside you." I balled my fist in her cunt and
started pistoning my hand back and forth inside her, not roughly and
not taking it to the knuckle, just in and out an inch or two, moving
her insides, working for depth rather than width.
"You like it don't you?"
"Ah, fuck, it hurts," she yelled as she started to move in time with my
pushing, to limit the depth.
"But you like it."
"No stop, oh God, stop," She was gasping and breathing heavily in time
with my thrusting, then, as I started to pull my hand back further than
before, to fistfuck her with full in-and-out strokes, she had to move
backwards to stop the stretch of the skin around her precious little
hole. She yelled for the opposite of before, "Put it in, put it in, it
hurts." Then quickly she came. I'd never seen her come so hard or so
loudly, begging herself not to, her body betraying her as I fucked her
with my fist.

"I told you you'd like it." I said as I pulled my wet hand from her
depths.
She didn't answer, she just kept breathing heavily and buried her face
in the pillows so I said, "You did like it didn't you?"
"Yes," she said, "I didn't think I would. It hurt, but I loved it."
"You came pretty hard, too, didn't you?"
"Yes, I haven't come that hard for ages." What was that supposed to
mean, the bitch.
"Good, I'll look forward to doing that again, too. And you can trust me
a bit more, can't you? Just because it hurts at first doesn't mean it's
not good. It doesn't mean you won't come. It'll hurt less each time I
do it."
"You'll really do it again?" I'm not sure if she was hoping I would or
wouldn't.
"Again and again, maybe one day when one hand doesn't hurt I'll fuck
you with both hands at the same time. Now here's something else I think
you'll like. It'll hurt to begin with, too, but I'm sure you'll like it
in the end. Maybe not today but after a few times. I'm going to enjoy
it anyway." My cock had fully recovered after fucking Tara's throat as
I had watched her come around my fist. I wiped her juices all over it,
and as I spoke I took up a position kneeling behind her and pressed the
head to her arsehole.
"Lower," she said, trying to help.
"No, I'm right where I want to be," I answered and started to push
harder wanting to get inside her.
"You can't put it in there, That's my bum!" Tara, in her stupidity
hadn't ever considered the idea of anal sex. It just never occurred to
her. Which must have made this quite a surprise.
"Of course I can put it in there." I put my thumbs either side of my
cockhead and forced her anus open sideways. I leant my cock into the
small opening that made and forced my way into Tara's bowels. She
begged me to stop, told me it hurt, and I bet it did when I pushed the
whole length of my dick into her until my balls pressed up against her
wet, slack cunt.
"Do you really want me to stop?" I asked
"Yes. No. Yes, but I don't want you to leave me. I want you to stay
with me and fuck my mouth again and put your hands in me. I want you to
love me." Tara began to cry into the pillow.
"Do you want me to fuck you in the arse as well as your mouth or not?"
Quietly, Tara answered "Yes."
"Say it, then" I told her.
"Put it in my bum."
"No, say what I said."
Through her light sobs, Tara said "Fuck me in my arse."
"That's better." I started to fuck her arsehole in full long painful
lengths, barely able to contain myself.
After a little while Tara's resistance reduced and my thrusts came a
bit easier. At the same time Tara's sobbing took on a new tone and I
realised she was building to another orgasm. Even as she cried and
asked me to stop she was going to come. I kept fucking her, no longer
trying to hold back, wanting to come before her, to rob her of her
climax. I was defiling her for my pleasure, not hers. Her anus was so
tight around my cock that every time I pushed it into her she would
groan and all the blood would get squeezed out of my cock, making it
impossible for me to come. More out of need than any pity, I stopped
fucking her so hard. I put my whole dick in and then just humped a
couple of inches in and out. That way I had the depth to make it hurt
for her, but didn't lose my hard on each time I took my cock out of her
rectum. She won the race, hurting, crying and begging me to stop didn't
make her come any less hard. Her pelvic muscles contracted around the
base of my cock, triggering my own climax. Only when she relaxed did my
come get past her barrier and shoot deep into her bowels.

I took my diminishing cock from her limp, shaking body. I wiped it on
the back of her thigh and started to get dressed.
Denied her usual post coital cuddling, Tara asked, "What are you
doing?"
"I'm getting dressed," Was my obvious answer.
"Why, where are you going?"
"Out." I told her.
With that I left the bedroom, closed the door behind me and I would
have walked out of Tara's life forever if it wasn't for the fact that I
knew she'd do anything I wanted.
I still think she was an inhibited waste of several years of my life.
I'm only glad I wasn't faithful to her, then I would probably be
resentful. She occasionally mentioned getting married, but even she
realised deep down that she was fooling herself. I didn't really like
her, let alone love her, but I did get to do whatever I wanted for a
few months after then her natural prudishness and prissiness started
again and I just dumped her. She'd had a second chance and wasn't going
to get a third. But for that time she was convenient if I hadn't pulled
someone who was actually good in bed without being told what to do!
Funny how she pissed me off for not doing whatever I wanted, then
pissed me off for giving herself to me on a plate. No challenge I
guess. I do feel a bit sorry for her about that, although that pisses
me off a bit, too.

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