We went out onto the back steps, naked and hoping that none of our neighbors were watching. It was the middle of the day on a weekday, so most of them were at work. I bent over for him and he lubed up his cock
Looking back we didn't really warm up the way that we should have. He shoved his cock into my ass and it ripped up inside of me. I could feel the tearing of my tender flesh and I cried out to him.
"Take it, slut," he said with an obvious disregard for my discomfort. I realized then that this wasn't about me and my pleasure. This was about him and his. He didn't really love me, he just wanted to use me for everything he could get from me. I'd given in too easily, and I knew it even as his cock began to move faster and faster inside of my asshole.
"Oh my God!" I screamed. More screams came as he brutalized me.
"Does this hurt? Am I hurting you?" he screamed but I didn't know what to do. Of course it hurt, but there was something else there, some kind of pleasure. I couldn't explain it, but I didn't want him to stop.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked again.
"Yes. And No!" I screamed.
"Well which is it?" he asked, still fucking my asshole.
"It hurts so bad, and it feels so good! DON'T STOP!" I growled and I could tell that I had taken it too far. I was supposed to hate it, supposed to make him stop. He wanted me to cry and bleed and here I was doing something else.
"Fuck me HARDER!" I screamed and I held onto the nearest wall, bracing myself as he brutalized my tightest hole. I screamed with pleasure and I came hard on his cock, my ass squeezing and milking the cum from his cock.
He emptied his dick into my asshole and when he was done we were still for a moment as we contemplated what had just happened. He pulled his cock from me and grabbed the towel we had brought to wipe up.
There was a mess of shit and blood all over his cock and on my ass as well. We wiped it up as we marveled at how gross anal sex can really be.
"I'm sorry," I said to him, apologizing for the fact that I had pushed things further than they needed to go.
Something was awkward between us as he left, quickly gathering his things and heading to his car. We didn't talk about it, but I wasn't surprised when I got his text.
"I had fun but I don't think we should see each other anymore." I began to cry, knowing that I never should have let him fuck me in the ass. Everything between us had changed.
They were fucked up now. I thought of how he had wiped my shit from his dick and I realized that I was disgusting. I was a disgusting slut. How could he ever love me?
"Please. I love you," I begged him.
"I'm sorry," he said and I knew his decision was final. I can't explain what I did next, because I had never liked anal sex before. But now, I felt I needed it more than ever. I began to call all of my ex-boyfriends and every man I could think of that might want to fuck me.
I was going to let every single one of them fuck ALL of my holes. I was single again and this time I was ready for all that sex had to offer.
By the time the night was through I would have multiple cocks fucking me in every hole. I would forget all about him and his manipulations. I didn't need him to fuck my ass. There were plenty of willing cocks that were willing to take his place.