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Exploration



   By Ed Rider



   "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 way, it'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 tonight, 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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