Part three of my ring taking trilogy stars Aida.

Aida was a bit of an enigma. Type 1 Alpha personality. The neighbourhood’s most sought after girl. Quite connected to her own body and comfortable with her nakedness. But at the same time, Aida came from quite a conservative background, which left her embarrassed by any conversation about sex to the point of blushing and being unable to speak.

We’d been together about a year (!) by the time of this story. Aida’s love language was physical. She expressed love through sex, wanting to be touched and be given pleasure, to give pleasure and to cum together, either in her pussy or finishing me on her chest as I ate her.

Her sexual menu though started very limited. She had to screw her courage to the sticking point to give her first blowjob. But gradually I helped her try new things.

One of those things was using taking pleasure from her arse.

Aida was earthy and physical, and luxuriated in touch. Being eaten, she’d squirm and pull and moan, groaning, tensing, squeezing and moaning as she came. So over time, I’d start not just to have a finger or two filling her as she was licked, but to leave a third finger to idly stroke at her tighter hole. Over time, she’d start to look for that finger, lifting and raising her hips to give access but never saying a word about it, no vocal comment or request just the language of her body. Over time, that stroking lead to her pressing against my finger, to the finger pulling her open and slipping inside; to her favourite thing being an empty pussy but one long finger deep in her arse. And with that finger in her arse she would bear down until she came and with her orgasm her arse would pulse tightly around my finger until she collapsed and squeezed my finger out.

All of this passed wordlessly. We couldn’t talk about it, as she would turn beetroot red and change the subject immediately. But every step progressed over months so slowly, led by her body language.

We were playing in bed one day when we stepped it up a little. We were having lazy Sunday post lunch sex. The late summer sun was streaming through the windows. I was spooning her and taking her from behind, and we were going at the most leisurely pace. The way she lay relaxed on the bed, her legs stretched out left her arse presented in front of me, and when I stroked with my ring finger she let out a long gasp, and after her little hole clenched shut she immediately bore down to open it up, and let my finger in. God, this made tiny Aida feel yet tighter, unbelievably tight. Her slow languid breathing changed immediately to deep gutteral moans as she was fuller than she had ever been.

I let her get used to the fullness for a few minutes, before I denied her that feeling of fullness in her bum.

For once, I asked her the direct question: “you like how that feels, don’t you”.

She just nodded, quickly, not looking round at me.

I slipped out of her, and pulled her round onto her side. My right hand held her hip firmly. I could feel her waiting but she never said a word. With my left hand, I guided my cock to her arse. From 30 minutes of slow fucking we were both drenched from a mixture of our own wetness and late summer sweat. I pressed myself to her and she swivelled her hips to press back. And we moved together millimetre by millimetre as she slowly opened and took me into her, each time with a barely audible sigh, until half of my cock was gripped tightly.

With my hand on her hip, I gently started not to thrust, but to gently press and release, as she responded with her body pushing and relaxing. Time passed so slowly, as her body relaxed into the new feeling of fullness. And as she warmed up, she started to up the pace, pushing herself back, reaching round to grab my arse and pull me into her until I could feel her grip the base of my cock. Pressure, turned to rocking, turned to thrusting, turned to fucking, and after an age, we were in rhythm, with each thrust bringing an involuntary moan until she clearly decided she wanted to be filled and started to buck backwards into me as hard as she could and, of course, I could take it no longer and yes, with an actual roar I filled her arse with cum.

Aida collapsed onto the bed and looked at me with a smile. She covered her eyes (but couldn’t cover her huge grin. Aida, the girl who never swore, who blushed at the mention of sex, smiled at me and said:

“I can’t believe I’ve just been fucked in my arse”