Chapter One
"Eww, why would you want to do that!? That's where poop comes out from!" She sounded incredulous. This wasn't the reaction I had hoped for. Although we'd been dating for six months, I had been reluctant to broach the topic of anal sex with her. It's not that she was a prude. Far from it. It's just that I really liked Michelle and I didn't want to risk anything that might jeopardize that. With us both in our late 20s, we were at the stage in our lives where we hoped to plan a future together. I must have looked disappointed by her response. "Sorry, baby." She attempted to console me. "That's just not something I'm into."
I sighed, realizing too late it had probably been a mistake to bring it up altogether. This was supposed to be an evening for us to unwind and enjoy each other's company. And the elegant Pacific Fish restaurant was hardly the place to discuss such things. Idiot, I cursed at myself. Wrong place, wrong time, I thought. Don't press the issue and risk further souring the mood. I acquiesced. "Of course," I attempted to bury my disappointment under a forced smile. "You know, I care about you way too much to ever make you do something you aren't comfortable with."
She smiled back and the conversation quickly shifted to other things. Eventually, our food arrived. She talked amiably as we ate but I had a hard time focusing on the conversation. My thoughts kept returning to the previous topic. Maybe she did have a point. After all, she was correct, that was where poop came from. So why *did* I want to put my dick there?! I mulled it over. Maybe it's because it's considered taboo that I felt drawn to it. Maybe I like the idea that my beautiful, considerate, church-going girlfriend secretly does things in the bedroom that other women refuse. Or maybe it's the level of vulnerability, trust, and communication required that creates an intimacy that doesn't exist in other forms of sex? Then again, perhaps trying to assign logic to the whole thing was pointless. Do the foot fetish guys spend their time analyzing reasons for lusting over a woman's feet? Some things just--
"Babe, are you listening to me?" I snapped back to the present moment. She had stopped talking and was staring at me.
"Yeah, of course," I lied. I quickly rewound the portion of my brain that had been paying attention to the conversion. "I can't believe Leslie did that..." I mumbled, agreeing with her perspective.
"I know, right? Thank you!" She continued with her story.
I marveled at Michelle's appearance tonight. Her carefully prepared makeup emphasized the contrast between her features: The way her dark red lipstick stood out against her caramel-colored skin. How her eyeshadow and blush emphasized her almond-shaped eyes and flat nose, the classic Filipino features that I had always found so attractive. I found my mind once began to wander. However, this time my thoughts turned negative. She always gets what she wants, I thought, failing to fight back a growing sense of resentment. Does she really think I enjoy all the times we hang out with her friends because that's what she wants to do? I do that for her. Why won't she do this thing for me? Catching myself, I took a deep breath and let the bitterness melt away. I resolved not to dwell on the issue any longer. At least for tonight, let's just enjoy being together.
After that, the mood lightened and our evening felt fun and fresh again. Soon we were laughing and joking with each other, reminding me of why we had originally fallen in love with each other so quickly. Not wanting the night to end, after dinner I took her to get ice cream at her favorite spot. She leaned back against my shoulder in the empty ice cream store and I felt a sense of shame at my earlier selfishness. How lucky I am to have found such an incredible woman, I reminded myself. I should count my many blessings, and not dwell on the few negatives.
We made love that night in the way that we had grown accustomed. She gave me oral sex until I was nearing orgasm. She then laid on her back and spread her legs for me with the understanding that it was my turn to please her orally. As usual, I buried my face in the smooth, dark folds of her private area. It was while alternating between licks and kisses of her labia that I decided to attempt something new. I slid a pillow under her hips. Then grabbing her legs, I pressed them back toward her chest exposing herself even more to me. I continued to kiss and lick her labia, moving my tongue downward, past the opening of her vagina, lower to the area between her anus and vulva. I pressed my tongue against her perineum just for a moment, then returned to her clitoris. She didn't seem to mind. So, I decided to go for it. I brought my mouth lower, past her perineum, to her asshole. Then I licked it.
Her body tensed. I could almost hear her going through the calculations in her mind. Did he do that on purpose? He must have. Do I smell OK? I should, I showered before getting ready. Is this wrong? Then I heard it. She moaned. It sounded different than her usual moans. I gave it another gentle lick. She moaned again and her body relaxed. It felt good. She liked it. I returned to licking her clitoris but made a point of returning to her asshole several more times. Each time I licked it, she seemed to respond with a special set of moans.
With her orgasm fast approaching, she pushed me away and onto my back. She then mounted me and we soon orgasmed together.
== Chapter Two ==
I'd had too much to drink at the party. I didn't want to go but had agreed to tag along as a courtesy to Michelle. I knew her "barkada"--that's the Filipino word for one's closest friends--meant a lot to her. To make the evening more bearable, I spent most of the night listening to their conversations while drinking. By the end of the night, I'd become quite drunk.
"Did you have a good time at the party?" Michelle asked as she drove us home.
We'd been dating for almost a year now and this was by far the best relationship I'd ever had. For the first time in my life, marriage seemed like a real possibility. "Nod really bud i doo liyke seeeeen how happy yoo arr 'round yer barkada," I responded drunkenly.
She giggled at my slurred speech. It wasn't often that she saw me drunk. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I know you don't always like hanging out with my girlfriends. But it means a lot to me. You're a good boyfriend," She said as she patted me on the leg.
Back at my condo, Michelle helped guide me to the bedroom. I was ready to pass out for the night when Michelle asked, "Can I have a kiss?" and we did. "Mmm, I like your sloppy kisses. I think you actually kiss better when you're drunk," she remarked. "I might have to take advantage of you..."
With the amount I'd had to drink, I honestly wasn't confident I'd even be able to maintain an erection. "Doan reward me, you're gonna t' turn me innto ann alcahalic," I said, chuckling at my own attempt at a joke.
I was lying there in my stupor, about to fall asleep, when I felt the wet suction of her mouth around my cock. Despite the numbness, her well-practiced head movements began to stir feelings of arousal. I must have grown sufficiently hard because Michelle eventually transitioned to being on top of me and I felt her slip myself inside of her. The room seemed to spin along with her as she moved her hips up and down on top of me.
I wasn't sure how long we'd been having sex when she leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "Cum for me baby."
I wondered if I was still hard or if I had gone limp. "I don't thing i c'n," I had to admit. Undeterred, she continued riding, hoping to make me release inside her. "Cum for me baby," she insisted.
I was ready to admit defeat when my alcohol-fueled brain gave me an idea. "Lemme toush yer asshole," I suggested.
"Go ahead." She leaned forward and I reached around to press my finger against her little brown button. I wish I could describe the way it felt. The alcohol had dulled my senses too much. All I knew was that when I touched it, it felt like a mental switch in my brain had flipped. I realized I was now fucking my Filipina with a finger pressed against her longed-for hole. That did it. I came inside her.
I awoke the next morning with a vicious headache. Michelle, already awake, turned to me and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Hungover," I groaned. She laughed and went to bring me a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
"Here, this will help," she said, handing it to me. I sipped the coffee and she asked, "How much of last night do you remember?"
"I remember most of it, I think. The party. Coming home. Having sex. Touching you down there."
"Of course, you remember that part!" she giggled. Her tone turned more serious, "You really liked the last part, huh? You came really fast," she pointed out. I nodded sheepishly. "You know, if you liked it that much, you should have told me sooner. I like being able to turn you on so much." She then added, "Do you want to touch it some more?"
"Not now. It's going to make my head explode," I complained.
"Isn't that the point?" She laughed playfully, insinuating which head she had in mind. She was clearly enjoying the newfound power she had over me. "Touch it," she insisted, snuggling her rear end against me.
I refused. "Baby, stop," I groaned. "Can't you see, I'm hungover."
That continued for the rest of the morning. As I was making breakfast, Michelle snuck up from behind and whispered into my ear, "Now do you want to touch my asshole?" Again, I refused, still feeling far too hungover to enjoy it. My refusals only seemed to encourage her more.
By afternoon, I was starting to feel better. Michelle had just finished showering upstairs when she called down to me. "Honey, can you bring me a towel? I forgot to get it!" I dutifully went upstairs to hand her a towel when she grabbed me by the wrist. "You're gonna touch it now." Still wet from the shower, she forced my finger against her asshole and pressed her body against it. Despite still feeling the lingering effects of a hangover, my dick responded to her sudden aggressiveness. With her other hand, she reached down to feel for an erection. "There it is," she said proud of her ability to turn me on. "Wait for me in bed," she instructed as she went to towel off.
As soon as she had finished drying, she hopped into bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees, our signal that she wanted oral sex. Ever since I had licked her asshole for the first time, she no longer laid on her back when she received oral sex, insisting on receiving it in the doggy-style position now. She said it felt better that way. Although we had never spoken of it directly, I wondered if the real reason was because it provided easier access for me to lick both her holes. From that position, it was just a short distance from her clitoris, down to her vulva, then to her perineum, and finally to her asshole.
I began licking her. She responded in her usual way by rocking her hips, creating a back-and-forth rhythm to go along with my up-and-down licks. I opened my eyes to look at her asshole just inches from my face, enjoying watching it clench and relax as my tongue stimulated her clitoris. As usual, I soon extended the path of my tongue to include her asshole in my licks. I heard her typical moans of approval. She had been requesting I touch her asshole all day, I thought. So why don't I? I brought my pointer finger to my mouth and lubricated it with my saliva. I brought that finger to her asshole and began rubbing the tiny wrinkles there in a circular motion. She seemed to respond with enthusiasm. Without further thought, I pressed my finger inside. The tightness of her outer ring gripped me. I focused my tongue directly on her clitoris, intensely licking and sucking it to force her toward orgasm.
"Oh fuck," she said loudly. Then she started to make a sound I had never heard before. It wasn't the typical high-pitched scream she made when she orgasmed. This was a deeper, more guttural sound. The best way to describe it would be some combination between a grunt and a moan. She was cumming with my finger in her ass. I was in heaven.
As soon as her orgasm subsided, instead of collapsing back onto the bed as usual, she grabbed my hand to inspect the finger that had just been inside her. There were traces of fecal matter on my finger. She recoiled in horror. Her greatest fear was right there on my finger. She had soiled me and it made her feel dirty. "Ewww, go wash your hands! Now!" she scolded me. Taken aback, I tried to reassure her that it didn't bother me. I told her it was perfectly normal, something to be expected even. When I returned from the bathroom, I tried again to reassure her but she wouldn't listen. "That's gross! Why do you like that!? Promise me you'll never do that again."
"I'm sorry," I murmured. "I thought with how you were acting earlier, that you would be OK with it."
"You're dumb! I was just having fun teasing you. I didn't expect you to actually stick your finger up my butt!"
Eventually, she calmed down from her initial shock. I gently pointed out, "You sounded different when you came that way." She didn't respond. I added, "I liked the noises you made." That made her perk up slightly. "Did it feel different?"
"Kind of," she was forced to admit.
"Different... In a good way?"
She paused then said reluctantly, "I liked it, but I didn't like it." I was about to say something more, decided against it, and left it at that.
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