This is written as a story, and I’ve changed Zoe’s name, but it happened just like this:

“You’re never doing that to me. Never.” 

That had been Zoe’s adamant response when she’d first asked me about my fantasies, when I’d told her how much anal sex turned me on. “I’ve never done it before, and I don’t want to. I’m not one of those girls,” she’d told me. She’d crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s never going to happen. Don’t even think about it. My bum is off limits.”

At the time, I believed her. And that was fair. If Zoe didn’t want to do it, I wasn’t going to pressure her to. I accepted that anal sex was off the cards with her.

Except, that wasn’t totally true. Maybe I didn’t entirely accept it. Maybe I still thought there was a chance. It took me less than three weeks to get into Zoe’s ass.

It was a lazy Sunday in early summer when it happened. The weather was fantastic, we spent all day outdoors, and Zoe looked stunning in a floaty dress that really showed her body off. When we got home that early evening, I was as horny as hell. Zoe showered, she came back out into the living room wearing nothing but a towel around herself, and there was no stopping me.

I practically threw Zoe down onto her sofa. I got on top of her. Yet, no matter how eager I was for her, I made myself go slow. I took my time with Zoe.

I kissed her for an age, I held her face as I did so. I traced my fingertips over her bare shoulders and down her arms, along her neck, I slid into her hair. I wanted Zoe to know how much I loved her, how much I adored her. I wanted Zoe to feel cherished as well as desired.

She was soon sighing and grinding into me. Zoe found the bulge of my hard cock in my shorts, she got louder as she rubbed and grasped at it. I ran my fingers up her legs, lightly, teasing her inner thighs, making Zoe gasp and part her legs to ask for it, to coax me on.

Only when she was squirming and whining, did I peel her towel away to reveal her naked body, her glorious breasts, her hips, her upper thighs, Zoe’s cute little pussy. I kissed across her chest, I sucked on her stiff nipples, and Zoe made such eager noise for me.

Zoe shivered as I slid a hand down her stomach, she moaned loud and deep, as I closed my fingers over her pussy, as I held her in my hand. I stroked across Zoe, I parted her outer lips to slip between, to circle a fingertip around her clitoris.

I had Zoe panting in moments. She sounded so hot, I was sure I could have brought her off quickly with my fingertip on her clit, but I wanted to have a little fun with Zoe. I took that finger away from her, I slid it into the slippery heat of Zoe’s pussy instead.

Not every girl I’d been with had had a g-spot, but Zoe certainly did. She groaned as I tickled across it, her cunt gripped at my finger.

I went back and forth between Zoe’s clit and g-spot as I held and kissed her. I pushed her pleasure higher, yet without letting her climax, and it sent Zoe frantic. She kissed me madly, she whined for it, she bucked into my hand, showing me what she needed, trying to make herself come by grinding herself into me.

I still didn’t let her. I danced across her clit, I finger-fucked her, I sucked on Zoe’s tits, but I didn’t allow her to cross that line. She went ever wilder, Zoe was trembling all over now, making urgent, imploring moaning sounds. She unbuttoned the front of my shorts, she pulled my rigid dick out, but having it in her hand, seeing it, it only drove her hornier.

Zoe moved to get her mouth on my prick, but I had other ideas, I was aching to get my own lips on her. I pushed Zoe back, I pushed her down. Zoe didn’t complain, she didn’t fight me, as I kissed my way down her front, as she realised what was happening.

Her legs fell open wider as I slipped off the sofa to kneel between Zoe’s thighs. The room was full of sunlight still, I saw all as I hovered over Zoe’s gorgeous pussy. She had a patch of tended, dark blonde hair above two waxed, smooth, slick, chubby lips. I dived in, I kissed her cunt, I showered Zoe with soft presses of my mouth.

I love licking pussy. I can’t understand why some guys don’t. I adore the taste of it, the feel of it, the intimacy of the act, and most of all, giving a woman pleasure. Zoe’s moans rose higher as I sucked on her outer folds, as I pushed my face into her to spread them.

Zoe shuddered as I ran my tongue up her in slow, lingering strokes. She began to move with me, rocking her hips, pressing her cunt into me.

She gasped each time I slid over the firmed little nub of her clit, and I showed her mercy, at least a little. I kept myself on Zoe there, I licked her with gentle laps, she groaned in pleasure and thanks.

I reached for a sofa cushion, I slid it under Zoe’s butt to raise her up, to get even better access to her pussy. I slid two fingers into her, stretching Zoe, giving her something to grasp onto as she moaned. I crooked within her, bringing my fingertips back to her g-spot. I flickered across her in synch with my tongue on her clit, and Zoe went louder, more insistent sounding.

Zoe humped into me with mounting urgency as her impending climax neared. So much wetness came out of her, it was spread all over my cheeks as she squirmed, it ran down my chin.

I used my other hand on Zoe, I roved over her thighs and stomach and breasts. I grasped her, I rolled and pinched her nipples in the way I knew Zoe liked best. I increased the pace of my licking and fingering, a little, matching the rhythm of Zoe’s body. I stuck to it, I didn’t vary what I was doing then, I knew not to.

Zoe’s panting moans became high, breathy gasps, became a chant of urgent, stream of consciousness words: “Yes…. Yes…. Like that…. Fuck… yes…. Oh god….Yes…. Yes…. I’m coming!”

Her lower body reared up, Zoe mashed her clit into my tongue, as she got there, as her climax claimed her. Zoe cried out as she thrust into my face. She shook and rolled as she lost control of her body, but I stayed with her. I kept my tongue on her clitoris, I flashed across her g-spot, I pinched her left nipple. I did everything I could to keep her in her orgasm.

One of the many things I loved about Zoe was how hard she came, was how much noise she made, was how fantastically wet she got, and that afternoon, Zoe was frantic and loud and dripping. And best of all, as the peak of her climax passed, Zoe was able to keep going.

Usually, after Zoe came, she needed a break. She couldn’t take direct contact with her clit for a good few minutes after coming. But not always. On some occasions, for some reason, Zoe could. And when that happened, it meant we didn’t have to stop.

I kept licking Zoe’s clit that memorable Sunday evening. I kept my fingers pumping in her sodden cunt, as Zoe bucked and moaned and rode my hand and my face.

A bad thought popped into my head, a bad impulse, and I couldn’t fight it. Zoe had said she’d never do anal, but did that mean no butt stuff? Only one way to find out.

I took my other hand away from her tits, I brought it back down Zoe’s quivering body. I dropped lower, I stroked a finger into her ass crack. Zoe didn’t stop me, so I kept on. I touched my fingertip to her pucker, and Zoe didn’t pull away from me.

She was soft down there, but she was clenched. Plenty of wetness from her cunt, and plenty of my saliva, had run down between her buttocks, Zoe was slick with it. I used it to glide over her, to circle her, to tickle her asshole, and much to my surprise, Zoe moaned louder. She parted her legs wider for me. I took that as permission.

I gradually increased the pressure of my carasses, I massaged Zoe’s second hole. She relaxed for me, her asshole softened around my fingertip.

I was still licking Zoe’s clit and rubbing across her g-spot, and she was rising back to another climax with speed, as if now that she’d come once, getting there again was easier. I pressed with that lower finger, I wormed it right into the gripping warmth of Zoe’s ass with surprising ease. Zoe gasped. The moment I was in her butt, her orgasm hit her.

She was even more expressive as she came that second time, Zoe was rough with me, as she reared and juddered, but again, I stayed with her. I kept her coming, I slid that digit deeper into her back passage, and I swear, Zoe climaxed all the harder for it.

Zoe could still take it as her second orgasm fell away, she didn’t try and stop me, so I kept lapping at her cunt and screwing it. I wriggled that other digit around up her butt, and Zoe mewled and shuddered as she pressed herself into my face.

She took my finger in her ass so well, with such apparent pleasure, that I added a second. I touched another fingertip to her, I pushed, we groaned together as I stretched Zoe open. I love that feeling as a girl’s asshole gives way, as it widens to accept a little more. Zoe’s head fell back as I eased both digits deep up her butt.

I adore the way a woman feels in there, too. Zoe’s cunt was soft and snug and soaking, but her rear was even tighter. Her entrance was an inch or so of squeezing muscle, beyond that, it felt like my fingers were in a perfectly smooth, velvety channel. Zoe was warmer in her ass than in her pussy.

I knew how good it could feel to have fingers up there myself, and I’d done this to plenty of girls, but Zoe responded as if she was especially sensitive in her derrière. She groaned and trembled as I explored within her butt, as I worked her with my fingers. Zoe came a third time, and I was sure my playing with her ass was what got her off so quickly.

She came a fourth time for me, a fifth, as I knelt between her thighs, as I licked and fingered her. Zoe’s asshole grew so slick and loose, I was able to pump my digits in her, I was able to fuck her with them in time with my fingers in her cunt. I was so hot from this, from making Zoe come so dramatically, so frenziedly, from being in her ass, my cock was aching now.

Zoe reached the point where she finally couldn’t take any more licking. My first thought was that I absolutely needed to get my dick in her as she pulled her clit away from my tongue, but then another, even worse, even filthier idea struck me. Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound.

I slid all four fingers out of Zoe’s body, I reached for her legs. I spread her even wider, I pushed Zoe’s knees back. Her pussy was brought up, her asshole ended up right before my eyes, her pink, glistening, flexing pucker. I put my lips on her.

I expected this would be too much for Zoe, a step too far, but again, she didn’t stop me. Zoe gasped as I kissed her asshole, she tensed, but only for a heartbeat.

I kissed her again and again, more firmly each time, lingering for longer with every press, and Zoe moaned expressively for me. It sounded like she was moaning for more.

Zoe didn’t stop me, not even when I went further, when I put my tongue on her, not even when I set to ardently licking her ass. Zoe let me rim her, and more, she wriggled into me, she went louder, as if urging me on.

I flickered across her sensitive rosebud, I lapped at her, and Zoe made such glorious sounds for me. I pushed with my firmed tongue, and she was wet and open, I passed right into her. I stayed in her butt, I drew back and forth, going deeper. I pushed my face right between her cheeks, Zoe groaned, as I tongue-fucked her ass.

It was astoundingly sexy, especially as I’d never dreamed Zoe would let me do this to her, but I was desperate to fuck her by that point. I slid out of her ass, I rose up. I pulled my t-shirt off, I got out of my shorts and underwear, I drove my cock into Zoe’s sweet cunt as fast as I could get into her.

Yet, no matter how much I wanted her, once more, I made myself go slow. I kissed Zoe as I screwed her with deep, lazy drives. I made her push onto me for more, I made her beg with her mewling.

I got my thumb back on her clit, and Zoe took it. I stroked across her as I fucked her; Zoe shook and whimpered for me. I eased those two fingers back into her slack ass, and Zoe’s next orgasm took her as I stuffed them deep into her rear, as if having her butt filled made Zoe come faster than anything.

Zoe was a mess by that point. She was red-faced, shining with sweat, she was shaking, her eyes were glazed with pleasure. I’d never made her come so many times in one session, never so hard. She looked intoxicated with bliss and desire. She could barely kiss me as she moaned and bucked.

Of course, I was thinking about it. With my fingers all the way up her derrière, with Zoe so receptive, so eager, I had to give it a try.

I drew my cock out of her cunt, my fingers out of Zoe’s butt. I lowered my dick to her pucker, I rubbed it across her, and Zoe didn’t freak out or yell at me to stop. Zoe ground her asshole right back into me.

I pushed, and it happened with surprising ease. Zoe gasped and groaned, I did with her, as her sphincter parted around me, as I slipped the head of my cock into her heavenly ass.

Fuck, she was so gloriously tight. Zoe’s rear was gripping me, it was squeezing my prick with warm softness. I didn’t forget her pleasure, though. I glided three fingers into her pussy, I kept that thumb skimming across Zoe’s clit. I focussed more on her cunt than her ass, at least at first. I knew if I could keep Zoe relaxed, I could stop this from hurting her, that I could make this good for her.

But as I finger-fucked Zoe’s pussy, as I kissed her, I slowly sank my prick deeper into the sublime, grasping glory of her derrière. I groaned loud from the feel of her, as all that magnificent pressure closed around my dick.

I went into her in increments. I kept stopping to let Zoe adjust to having me in her down there, but I didn’t quit, I couldn’t. I buried my dick in my girl to the hilt, till her sphincter was a band of clasping muscle around the base of my cock, till it felt like the rest of me was floating in her.

“You’re… in… my… ass,” Zoe panted. “You… fucking… bastard.”

I grinned at her. “I am. How’s it feel?”

“Weird…. Good…. Intense.”

“Yeah, it feels fucking incredible for me. You’re so fucking tight.”

Zoe moaned at that, at my words.

“I’ve never felt anything better, anything like this.”

She moaned again.

“You feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re… a… fucking… bastard.” But there was no venom in Zoe’s voice, only what sounded like surprised pleasure.

I was desperate to move, to fuck her, but I forced myself to remain still. I stroked Zoe’s g-spot and clit, I made her pant faster. I made Zoe be the one to roll and rock her lower body, to be the one to push herself onto me.

I eased into motion then, but still, I was careful. I screwed Zoe’s butt carefully. I kissed her, I made plenty of noise myself to show her how incredible it was. I kept telling Zoe how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how much I loved her.

It wasn’t like anal in porn, it wasn’t quick or hard or aggressive or demeaning. It was gentle, it was loving, it was intense, it was sex at its most intimate.

Yet even without moving quickly, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, not with being in Zoe’s butt, not with her making so much noise.

“I… said… I’d… never… do… this.”

“I know. What happened?”

“You… made… it… feel… too… good…. Bastard.”

“You like this?”

“Yes…. I… love… it…. Bastard.”

And before my eyes, as I screwed my girl’s ass, just like she said she’d never let me, Zoe rose back to another climax. 

Her body shook harder as her moans rose to yelps. She moved with me, fucking my cock with her derrière with enthusiasm as I slid into her. Zoe held my gaze for as long as she could, until her eyes fell closed, until she yelled as she came.

She undulated into me, she convulsed, as she cried out, as she came like I’d never seen Zoe come before. Her yells echoed around her. Her asshole gripped at me with each pulse of her orgasm, it felt like Zoe was milking me, and that was more than I could take.

I thrust into Zoe as deep as I could get, as I let go, as I climaxed, as I joined her in it. Molten pleasure erupted out of me, as I spurted into Zoe, as I filled her. We tried to kiss, as we ground into one another, as we orgasmed together, as I came in my girl’s ass.