Victory At Last by changer666
Hello there. First of all, I know why you are reading this. You probably have a spouse at home whose interest in deviant sex acts is not as blooming as yours is. Your girlfriend, wife, boyfriend, husband quite probably wouldn’t approve of your looking through porn on the net and trying to satisfy those desires you have, with him or her totally unaware how filthy you could get.
To tell you the truth, I used to be the same. I spent hours and hours on the net, trying to find the nastiest and filthiest pictures and videos, jerking off a few times a day, and when my girlfriend would come home, I’d be my normal self again. I always said to myself, that only my hormones were taking me so far, so far as to actually betray my girlfriend by thinking about how I would fuck all those sluts I saw on the Internet.
But, my dear friends, it can be different.
Let me tell you a bit about my girlfriend Stacy. She doesn’t have your common sex-story type of body. No long blonde hair, no blue eyes, no legs that never seem to quit. Nope, she doesn’t have all that, but she is the sexiest thing I know. She’s rather short, with shoulder length red hair and a very pretty face. She’s slim, but not at all skinny. She does have big breasts, and although that again may sound like I just invented it, her ass is rather big but well rounded and not fat at all. I fucking adored her ass. I always admired it when I fucked her from behind, and that, my friend, we did quite often. And here’s the point.
Our sex-life wasn’t bad at all. We had sex a few times a week, which maybe at our age, she was 23 and I was 24, wasn’t too rare. Our sex-sessions were well prepared, we always made sure we had enough time to fuck and when we did, it was wonderful. We even downloaded movies from the net and watched them before going at it.
The problem was, she always said sex was nice, but it was not the most important thing for her. And she was right! Sex is not the most important thing, but my hormones were telling me different things. I wanted as much as possible, but I loved her, and I wouldn’t want to cheat on her, just because of my inability to control my urges.
One of the things my girlfriend would never do was to have anal sex. We had discussed often, and for her, it just wasn’t part of sexual activities. Like I said, I was infatuated with her ass, and I always tried my luck, but even touching her butthole was a no-no. I once manged to lick her asshole, we were both drunk, and she allowed me to do that, because I told her it was something I really wanted to do. She let me lick it as longs I wanted, and I loved it. But I wanted more, and she wouldn’t give it to me.
So I started downloading movies from the Internet, where the porn-stars were doing all the things I wanted to do to my girlfriend. Most of them included rough anal sex, you know, those scenes where in the end the girl’s asshole is gaping wide open, allowing a view almost into her stomach. Those were awfully rough and rude clips, but when my girlfriend was not around, I devoured them. I jerked off, and when she was home, I was satisfied and could later on talk to her without always thinking of sinking my cock into her round ass.
One night, I had just come home from university, my girlfriend sat in my room, at the computer which we both used when we used the Internet. I came into the room, and when I saw what she was watching on the screen, I almost had a heartattack.
I was fucked. She had obviously found my stash of brutal porn I had downloaded from the Internet. Fuck, I should have locked that folder somehow, but I had always thought she would never find it, hidden somewhere in the windows system folder. So there she was, witnessing how a porn-slut just got one dick up her ass and another one in her pussy, with the male porn-stars calling her names and generally just degrading and abusing her. Stacy was wide eyed, and she was glued to the screen. She didn’t even look at me, only asked:
“So that’s what you look at when I’m not around, huh? That’s pretty fucking sick!”
I just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. I couldn’t say they weren’t mine. I could say I downloaded them by accident, not knowing they were that hard. Well, I had about twenty of them in that folder, so that answer wouldn’t work. So I opted for a meek:
“Yeah.”
It was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. And it seemed like hours, although my girlfriend only looked for another few seconds, just to witness how the guys spread the slut’s ass, exposing a wildly gaping, destroyed asshole. Stacy turned it off and looked at me.
“Greg, that’s the most disgusting stuff I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe that turns you on. That’s no way to treat a human being. I mean, she’s just a fuck-toy to them!” she looked at me, waiting for a reply.
“Well, I know…but after all, she’s a porn-star, she chooses to do that!”
“But Greg, she probably wouldn’t choose to do that if it wasn’t for the men demanding that she did it! I mean, her ass is busted, she won’t be able to shit right for the next week!”
I had to stifle a laugh. That was a really bizarre scene, but it also turned me on to hear my girlfriend talk like that.
“Hey, I read about anal sex…that sphincter is one of the most powerful muscles in our body. If they don’t damage it, her ass will close up right after the fucking session. That’s why anal is not dangerous!” I said.
“Oh, I can’t believe that. A dick is just too big to go in there. Show me that site you read that on and maybe I’ll believe you!” Stacy said.
So I sat down with her and searched the net, until we found a sexual-advice site. There, some kind of medically trained psychologist was answering question regarding anal-sex. We didn’t have to search long, until the answer popped up. There it was explained that the sphincter indeed is a very strong muscle, and if done right, anal-sex is no problem at all.
Stacy read it and started to ponder. I was quiet, because I didn’t want to initiate another round of discussion. Suddenly, Stacy looked at me.
“Greg, do you really want to fuck my ass? I mean, you’ve got all those anal-movies on your harddisk, and you always want to get near my ass with your fingers and tongue when we fuck. Is that really what you want? To push your dick into my ass, although you know it’s not the right place?”
Well, she asked me, so I delivered.
“Yeah, Stacy, I do want to fuck you. I love your ass, and you know that. I’m fascinated with your ass, and your asshole. I’m a fanatic. But I would never want you to do anything you don’t want, so that topic only lives in my fantasy. That’s why I got all those movies. I’m alright with your decision, but I just sometimes need to do what my hormones tell me to do. I’m a man, for god’s sake.”
Stacy looked at me. Then she got up, and went out of the room. Fuck, I had blown it. She just wasn’t the type of girl. I never should have downloaded those movies, and I should never have told her what I really think about anal sex. I should have been quiet, and she would not have been mad with me.