“Relax baby. You’ll be the second ass I fucked today. Remember that taste on my cock when I first stuck it in your mouth?”
Virginia gagged when she recalled the deathly taste on his penis, and her shock lurched through her body in a wave of bare white flesh. Ramon chuckled.
“I like your body baby. It’s going to be good to watch it react to what I do. Do you know what? How about I give you a second chance to lube up. You have to do it yourself, that’s the rule.”
Virginia shook her head and let a muffled scream of dissent into the mattress.
“Okay then.” Ramon hocked up what sounded like an enormous gob of phlegm. Virginia could hear him slathering it on his penis. He was going to put his snot inside her. The revolt at this thought brought home to every cell in her body the reality of what was about to happen.
She was going to be fucked in the ass.
She could remember the first time she had ever heard of the practice, back when she was fourteen and some boy was jokingly trying to stump her argument of pregnancy fears. She got angry then and never spoke to the boy again, but for weeks afterwards she thought about it almost obsessively, the image of a man thrusting his hard-on into her asshole being too vivid to dispel from her mind for very long. When finally she did dispel it, after a night of drinking mudslides with her fellow cheerleaders that ended in an orgy of pussy-licking, the thought of anal intercourse never, ever returned to her. It did not stay out of mind the way a boring person would: instead, it was as if some part of her mind was on constant patrol to keep thoughts or reminders of anal sex from entering.
Now it all came back to her. The shittiness of the act, above all, was what offended her. It made shitting itself into something dirty, something sex-like. But now she could not help but wonder what sort of shitting a cock in her ass would be like, the pain of forcing a constipated shit? Certainly, but she also imagined the cramping that came with diarrhea. The hole that she used to shit was about to be used for sex. It was a horror, inconceivable. A draft of air, from Ramon moving, brought up goosebumps on her ass. At the top of her crack she was turning red from stretching herself apart for so long.
The only thing she could do to keep from screaming was to convince herself that it was all a joke, a way for Mark to assert his dominance. He wouldn’t go through with it. He had always been the jealous type! There was no way he would let another man take her anal virginity.
Just when she had convinced herself completely she felt the head of Ramon’s cock crunching the hair around her asshole. The scream came out. She remembered how Mark had insisted their bedroom be windowless, at the middle of the house, and soundproofed so they could fuck all they wanted.
“Scream all you want,” Ramon said as he leaned forward, roughly grabbing her upper arms. He was very adept at moving yet keeping his cockhead nested in the pit of her asshole. “But you might want to save it for when you really need to.”
Virginia stopped screaming, choked, and swallowed hard. “Please, Ramon, please! Give me—the lube!”
“Oh baby, you know you got to give it to yourself. It ain’t like me to give extra chances.”
“Please Ramon, I’ll do anything. You want money? Oh my God, just let me put some of that lube …”
“Just tell me where you want to put it, Virginia.”
“In my …”
“Say it.”
“Up my asshole,” she managed after a couple of sobs.
“Okay baby, okay!” She could hear him smiling. It was so degrading to her to be so keyed in to the thoughts and intentions of this dirty, brown, low-class Mexican. She couldn’t believe she was thinking racist thoughts. They had been there all along, her whole life, pushed down somewhere deep along with her phobia of anal intercourse. “Here you go.”
A tube of lube plopped down on the mattress next to her head. “Anal-ease” it was labeled, and a new shudder of disgust went through her mind that this practice was so widespread as to provide a market for such a product. She remembered gay men, and somehow it seemed more okay when they did it. Like making the choice, having the choice, was what was wrong with it. She had an overactive mind and always managed to have these stray, confusing thoughts in moments of crisis.
“Go ahead baby, just put some on your finger and then rub it around your asshole.”
Her hand shaking, Virginia did exactly as she was told. The jelly was horribly cold, and she whimpered as she tentatively dabbed it on her asshole. Ramon took her by the wrist and, pinching it painfully, worked her finger around so that the pucker of skin around her almost nonexistent little hole was completely coated in lube.
“Now rub some all over your finger and then stick your finger in your ass.”
Virginia began to sob, and Ramon slapped her hard on her right ass cheek.
“You want this the hard way?”
Trembling, she squeezed a line of lube along her finger and with her other hand slathered up the whole digit. When she touched it to her asshole, her hand jerked away of its own accord, as if from a hot pan. A look back at Ramon’s cold eyes was enough to make her overcome the revulsion and replace the tip of her finger against her tiny, quivering orifice.
“I can’t …” she blubbered.
A sudden blow from the ball of Ramon’s hand drove the digit into her anus knuckle-deep. The sensation of a finger in her ass wasn’t new to Virginia, of course; she had endured it many times at gyno exams. When this happened, in fact throughout the whole invasive process, her head would float above her body like a space capsule in orbit, while “medical things” happened to her disconnected body down below. With her own finger up her ass the disconnection was impossible. It made her feel so dirty, so unclean, with her finger especially feeling like it would never be clean again.
“Work it around in there, baby, get nice and lubed up.” Without waiting for her to comply he gripped her finger between his own and began moving it in and out of her ass in a fucking motion. This was not something her gynecologist had ever done, and the sensation hit her right in the gut. She felt like she badly needed to shit, or maybe puke, but overwhelming forces were blocking her from doing either.