Banging the Back Door

Banging the Back Door

At first, Anita had simply refused what Patrick wanted from her. He was allowed to fuck her pussy as often as he wanted, at least if they got the chance. They were always careful that their mutual spouses didn't find out that they were more than just friends or colleagues. About once every two weeks, they went to a motel or a rendezvous house to have sex. They were on the cutting edge not to be exposed as lovers. Until then, their lies had worked, but Anita remained worried…

Now, another concern had come up: Patrick kept urging her to allow him to do it “by banging the back door”. By that, he didn't mean to fuck her in her cunt, but in her ass. With her previous lovers, Anita had always categorically refused. Anal sex, she was disgusted by it, she had said it more than once to her previous sweethearts. They would never have insisted once they knew that. Without a murmur, they contented themselves to fuck Anita in her small, discreet pussy. That was delicious enough…

But now, things were different. For over a month, Patrick hadn't asked Anita to screw her. She also noticed that, more and more often, her lover sought the company of Cathy, their colleague mathematics teacher… Anita wondered if she might allow Patrick to fuck her through the back door. Cathy had a fat round ass, extremely sexy, with buttocks that wobbled seductively as she walked the corridors of the Institute of Divine Providence. It was almost inevitable, Anita thought, that Patrick was eager to shove his dick into Cathy's asshole and get his money's worth of pleasure. But maybe he couldn't convince Cathy just like that? She might have allowed him to fuck her pussy, like in the past, but no more than that…

Anita didn't have to think long. She never wanted to lose Patrick to Cathy or any other woman. After all, he was the man who knew her body through and through and who knew how to play it like Pablo Casals did his cello at the time. More than half of the times when Patrick fucked her, Anita came panting and screaming. None of her previous lovers had ever managed to do that… So, one evening, Anita sent an email to Patrick in which she simply told him:

“Ready to get the back door banged”.

Less than a minute later, she received an email from him:

“Great! Tell me when."

“What suits you best?”

“Is it possible tomorrow night? My wife is going with some friends to see a movie and for a drink afterward. She won't come back before midnight. If you don't mind, we can do it at my house."

For the form, Anita had a thick folder under her arm when she rang Patrick’s doorbell in Daiste. To any curious neighbors, it had to look like she was coming on a "working visit" at Patrick's. Once inside, there were few formalities. Fucking her in the matrimonial bedroom, Patrick didn't dare take that risk. He took her to the upstairs bathroom, and that's where it happened. Patrick quickly took his clothes off, except his shirt, and then helped Anita to get undressed.

The “backdoor banging” began. She didn't want to show it to Patrick, but Anita was scared, really terrified. It was the very first time in her life that someone was going to fuck her in the ass, and on top of that, Patrick had a dick that was thicker than an average man's. She was pretty sure she opened her mouth so wide that she looked like a terrified person watching an explosion in slow motion when she first felt a penis touch her anus. Fortunately, Patrick had thought of a lubricant. It was a kind of oil that smelled like a peach blossom, but it didn't really help much.

While Patrick struggled to squeeze his cock inside her ass, Anita suddenly thought of the painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch. She too felt ready for that kind of scream, but she held it back and bit her lips. Something told her it wasn't her most flattering moment. The foreplay in which Patrick played with her tits, stimulated her clitoris and the ass fucking itself were a long and arduous process to get everything just right. When Patrick was busy, Anita was sure she didn't put on that sexy face she normally showed him. In the beginning, when Patrick's cock penetrated her ass, Anita clenched in pain and felt herself being molested. It was as if her skin was being stretched and torn off. But that feeling soon faded and she felt a little more at ease when the first half inch of Patrick's cock had entered her asshole. Leaning forward on the edge of the bathtub and her knees apart, she braced herself and prepared for what was to come next.

The sex they had was too mechanical all the way. Anita thought how little romantic it was. To slow down Patrick’s rhythm a bit she placed her hand on his hip. But slowing her lover down was not her only intention. She gently pushed his hip back to guide his entry into her anus. Her hand right on the hip bone allowed her to exert good leverage in case he hurt her too much and she had to push him out. After all, the experience that her sister Victoria had with her lover Garth Gardner was lacking for Anita. Nor was she a skilled, seasoned pornstar who knew all the tricks. She was just inexperienced and wanted to save herself from what her nervous mind interpreted as the serious damage she could incur in her anus.

"My poor ass!" Anita thought to herself, but there she was now in Daiste, in Patrick's bathroom, with him on her back while he was trying to penetrate her asshole, and she was determined to do it right. If things really went wrong, she could always tell him to stop and they could have normal sex, she thought. Patrick might be disappointed in that case, and that’s what Anita was afraid for. Even if he could fuck her doggystyle in her pussy, he might look for a woman afterwards who would gladly offer him her back door.

Fortunately for Anita, nothing destructive happened. Almost painlessly, Patrick managed to gradually stuff his entire cock up her ass. Then Anita bent her elbow and pulled her hand back to her own back so that Patrick could relax and go about his business uninhibited. Suddenly the pain gave way to enormous pressure. Anita felt she could no longer speak. Her belly felt so full, like she was four or five months pregnant. The air escaped from her lungs as she exhaled heavily. It was the strangest feeling when she lifted her ass, offering it to Patrick to meet him. She felt a little pain, but also some pleasure. The nerves in her anus sent confused signals to her brain. Something didn't feel quite right, but without the terrible pain she'd expected. Anita was confused. She wondered: "Is this really what anal sex is like? Is this how it's supposed to be? The women in porn make it look so much nicer than this, and Victoria spoke very positively about it too…" She didn't know what to think, but she didn't know then that it would be the hardest thing to control Patrick’s depth with her own hand. When he suddenly started going up and down her ass with his hard cock, Anita had to restrain him. It hurt her so much she wanted to push her lover back with her hand again but she was lucky: he came grunting and moaning in her ass and didn't move his cock anymore. Anita didn't have any physical pleasure when that happened but still she was relieved. Patrick’s orgasm probably saved her ass from severe pain that day…

And there was compensation. After they had washed in the bathroom, Patrick got an erection again later. This time, they lay down on some pillows on the bathroom floor and Patrick fucked Anita in her pussie in the old familiar missionary position until she came…

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