Chapter 21 - Anal Sex Begins (2)
“Oohk, ohut, oooguk?”
I'd only just shoved his cock into my ass, and a moan leaked out of my mouth on its own. It was mortifyingly embarrassing. I clamped my hand over my lips to stifle it, but the sounds slipping through the cracks were impossible to hold back. Anyone who heard might call it arrogant, but after all this time devouring Ivan's massive dick, I'd convinced myself I'd grown accustomed to overwhelming pleasure.
“Ughht, ooooht! Hoot, ooohwt?”
But what the hell was this vulgar, ridiculous noise coming out of me now? No matter how hard I tried to hold it in, it was useless. And the moment the sound stopped, a feral wave of ecstasy crashed over me like a beast pouncing. For some reason, the moan always came first, before the pleasure hit—as if I'd pre-programmed my ass to scream in ecstasy the instant his cock plunged in. Only then did the stabbing bliss pierce my brain like needles jabbing every inch of my body.
What had all that pain been before? Was it luring me into complacency? Had Ivan used some bizarre technique?
This... this is too much, too stimulating!
The feeling of my brain burning up wasn't hyperbole. It was like someone had cracked open my skull, poured in gasoline, and tossed in a lighter. Even in the advanced 23rd century, with neuroscience light-years ahead, could they cure a sensation like this? Not that I'd ever want to get rid of something this good.
“Oohk, ohut, oooguk...”
Moans burst from my lips unbidden. For a fleeting moment, it felt like this little brat had conquered me. Humiliating, but just imagining it made my pussy gush like crazy. Droplets of my juices splattered down, soiling Ivan's body again, making him look even more pathetic—his mouth gaping wide in silence, whether from pain or orgasm, I couldn't tell.
“...Eughk, ughrreet... Ack, ahgruuk.”
Right on cue, sounds started escaping that small, open mouth. I half-worried he'd passed out, my heart skipping a beat, but he hadn't—thank god. His rare moans weren't the usual sweet, birdlike cries that turned me on; they sounded pained, like whimpers.
Come to think of it, they say anal sex squeezes so tight it can hurt the guy's dick.
For decades, women's muscles had evolved qualitatively for some reason, and the anal sphincter was no exception. That was why men avoided anal as their top-hated position. With my far-superior strength and all those hip-up workouts, I might have the world's tightest asshole.
But I'm not stopping!
It's not just you suffering, Ivan. How much did your cock hurt when it first speared my pussy? How much agony is this insane pleasure putting me through right now?
This evens the score. Yeah, exactly.
I rationalized it to myself and decided to pause, keeping his cockhead buried in my ass. I needed deep breaths to suppress the sudden pleasure surge.
“Hoo, hoo, hoooeup, hooo... Oooohk! Hoo... Hng, hoooong, hoooong!”
But things didn't go my way. Every time I tried to breathe deeply, his cock twitched inside me for some reason, forcing me to gulp down the air and send it straight to my gut. And those filthy moans were the bonus.
How dare you.
I was furious at the culprit: Ivan. Putting his mistress in such a bind while he lounged comfortably on the floor? Unforgivable! So he deserved to make ugly noises from his mouth, just like me. It was an absurd, unjust conclusion, even by my standards.
With a sly inward smirk, I slowly lifted my hips.
Slurp, schluuuuurp—
“Aaagh!”
I pulled his cock out of my ass again. The flesh around my hole—thick like my pussy lips—dragged along the full length of that long shaft. It was enough to snap Ivan out of his daze; he'd been staring blankly at the ceiling until then, but now he twisted like a salmon frying in oil.
I pressed his shoulder lightly to straighten his contorted waist, then shifted my stance.
“Hng, this should do it.”
The position I always used for squats: knees bent, hands on them, then slowly extending and bending my legs. Schluuuuuurp— Every time I impaled my ass on his cock, the rubbing flesh made wet sounds. Even without lube, it slid so smoothly—I was impressed.
“Oohk, oooguk! Oooht?!”
The vulgar moans kept erupting from my mouth nonstop. Thank god it was just us two; anyone else would've mortified me to death.
I kept up the squat rhythm, twitching my hips. Schlurp, schlurp— Lewd flesh-slapping echoed from below.
“A-aaaagh, aaah it hurts, hurts... S-someone, get me, out of hereee... I'm dying... P-pleeease...”
“Hng, hooong. Hngruk, oohk, oooook—”
Ivan wailed in desperate futility, begging for rescue. Did he have secret allies I didn't know about? Some organization immune to hypnosis interrogation? Or was he just pleading for mercy from me? That'd be pretty pathetic—like a buffalo begging to be saved from a lion's jaws.
Either way, meaningless. If anything, it hyped me up—
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp.
“Aaagh! Sl-slow down, fuuuck! It's gonna rip me apart! Hurts, huuuurts!”
“Hngruk, hoooo! Hooook, ooogoooook!”
I ramped up the hip-shaking speed. Ivan's body shuddered in response. His smooth skin prickled with goosebumps from the agony. He looked ready to cover his face in shame.
But he wasn't just hurting, clearly.
Heh, heheh... already feeling it, huh?
Just like when I'd swallowed his cock with my pussy and bounced up and down, his slim waist was now rocking faintly. It hurt too much for full pleasure yet, but his body was brutally honest.
In reward, I sped up the squats. Schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck— The sticky clinging sounds came faster. The orgasms flooding in multiplied.
“Heok, heeok, heok, heok.”
“It huuuurts, I said...”
Moans stopped entirely now. The massive pleasure waves wouldn't allow even a sound. I just heaved ragged breaths, chin tilting up involuntarily with each hit.
Was Ivan giving up? Exhausted, he lay limp, mumbling at the void.
“Heeok, ugh, oogo, ughroo, hoooh...”
Breathless. Me—the woman who could squat thousands a day—struggled to even twitch my knees, all because I'd shoved a cock up my ass.
“Heok, heugruk!”
Hands clasped behind my head, knees bent. Legs trembled wildly; psshht, psshht— pussy juice squirted out. Drool spilled from my mouth, sweat streamed from my forehead down my jaw.
Ivan was drenched like a traveler caught in a downpour.
“Haa... haaa, haaagruuk!”
Ah, hate this... Feels like I'm coquettishly performing for Ivan, exposing my weaknesses. Hate it so much. What do I do? Haa, his cock's buried in me, and I can't think straight... I could live like this forever. Hng, it's just a thick, long object on the surface—why's it so delicious? Did they coat it in something? No idea... In this low-birthrate 23rd century, did the government make a pregnancy machine disguised as a human? Sent to breed with a strong woman like me for superior offspring?
Yeah, so Ivan's mine, right?
Ridiculous logic, leaping to conclusions. The premise was laughable—Ivan wasn't some machine; he was human. With those soft, chewy cheeks. How could anyone call that a weapon? Yeah, yeah... But he's still mine.
“Ah, I'm... g-gonna cum...”
“Hng, yeah! Yeeaahhet, cum buckets in big sis's ass, flood my back hole heeeaps, hegruu, hooouk!”
Finally—as I babbled my nonsense musings—Ivan's body quivered. Half from relief at ending the world's hardest squat, half from the ecstasy of his hot cum pumping into my ass, my mood soared.
“Cumminggg!”
Bluuuuurp—
At last, the semen I'd craved erupted. So much poured in, I wondered if he was cumming from his mouth too.
“Hng, uuk!”
Ah, can't get addicted to this sensation... Never doing it again, too intense... But Ivan's rolled-back eyes, this brain-melting, overwhelming bliss—it was a category pussy could never touch.
Pussy felt amazing too... but ass is even...
Ah, I could die happy. Yeah, no regrets.
“Ah, aaa...”
Of course, Ivan—pinned under me so long—probably didn't agree. Not my problem.
And so, the day faded to dusk.