Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories

The Gymnast Pays with Her Ass

A Rough First Anal Sex Erotica Story

by Callie Amaranth

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Hot Days and Scorching Nights Erotica

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Lex Thorne

It certainly wasn't how I expected to spend my Sunday morning, but Mark’s hands were gripping my ass cheeks so hard that I was sure they would leave bruises (and he was certainly the kind of man that could leave bruises.) He was six feet tall and had a massive body from years and years of body building. It wasn't one of those kinds of body building bodies that makes you wonder if they think that it's attractive to have nothing but a massive muscle. It was more like an Arnold Schwarzenegger body. He could still look attractive in a suit, but you certainly didn't want to face off with him if it was a test of strength.

Like an idiot, that was just what I'd done, and now his hands were gripping my ass cheeks and the head of his cock (which, unfortunately for me, was as enormous as the rest of his body) was pressed up against the tiny virgin opening of my ass. In just a second or two, I wasn’t going to be any kind of virgin. Every one of my holes was going to have had a cock in it. It's amazing what happens in a moment like that. Of course I was terrified. I'd heard nothing but bad things about anal sex from my friends. It's not like I was completely and utterly inexperienced. I had sex a couple of times before, and I’d given maybe a dozen blow jobs.

I was nineteen years old. My sexual life hasn't even started until a couple of months ago in college. See, as a kid I spent almost every waking moment working on gymnastics. My parents found out I liked it when I was five, and that I had a real shot at national success. We didn't go the Olympics route, though I did do a tryout when I was twelve. When it was apparent the level of stress that it would put on me to have to train that way, it became clear my parents weren't willing to put me through it. I was grateful. However, I still spent two or three hours a day working on gymnastics before school Monday, Wednesday and Friday; after school Tuesday and Thursday; and then six or seven hours every Saturday.

I got good enough at it that it took no effort at all to get a full ride scholarship to college, and that's when I started being an idiot. See, I kind of liked Mark. Of course, there was the sexual attraction. The guy was massive, and like I said I wasn't very experienced. The first boy I slept with had finished remarkable quickly. I had given (like I said) half a dozen blow jobs because I wasn't really into sleeping with the next few guys. The last guy had been much better than the first. In fact he got me so turned on even though I didn't cum while we were having sex that the moment he left my room I closed the door crawled into bed and rubbed myself furiously to a very, very good orgasm.

Mark on the other hand seemed to be just as focused as I was and I guess I wondered if he had that same level of focus in the bedroom. So, I was kind of flirtatious with him and then kind of smart-assed and pompous and arrogant. It was just that I didn't know how to respond to a boy I wanted. Sure I had boyfriends in high school, but that was kissing and heavy petting. It certainly wasn’t about going all the way. One day I bragged that what he did was not nearly as hard as what I did. We saw each other almost every day at the college gymnasium, him lifting weights in the weight room and me working out constantly on the balance beam, the vault, and just on the floor.

Finally my attitude got to be too much for him. He walked up and proposed a contest. “Okay, Cassie. Here's the deal,” he said. “Let's figure out how we can determine which one of us has a harder time. If I can prove to you that being a bodybuilder is harder than gymnastics, then I can do whatever I want to you. Anything. No rules. Nothing off limits.”

I shuddered at the thought but it was a good shudder. My pussy practically spasmed as I stretched in my leotard on the floor looking up at his massive frame. “And what do I get?”

He smiled. “Well, you have the same thing. You can do anything you want to me. You can make me do anything you want.”

I smiled. “Does that mean I can make you wear a t shirt that says bodybuilding's for wimps and only gymnasts know how to work out?”

He winced when I said it, but he told me that would be fine so we ended up at a silly contest. It was hard to determine what would make it happen but eventually we agreed that he would work out with me, and I would take him through a gymnastic routine. I would work out with him, and he would take me through a weight lifting routine. We got both of our coaches involved, not knowing the stakes; and they would judge between the two of them which person performed better in the other person’s sport. It was settled, and then the contest happened.

I thought I did pretty well. I used free weights. I used the machines. I got a really good work out. On the other hand, Mark did pretty well also. He had remarkable balance and poise for a man who was so massive. The next day, the two of us sat in front of our coaches as they explained it was a close battle but that mark had barely edged me out. I sighed. The truth was I didn't really care which of us won. I liked Mark. Mark smiled, nodded, and then the two of us walked away. I turned around. “Good job, man. You won.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I'll see you tomorrow in the morning at six right here in the gym.” It took me a moment to remember there were stakes involved in the bet, but I nodded.

When I showed up, he was already there. He looked incredible in his gym outfit with his shorts and his massive chest inside of a fairly tight t-shirt. I nodded at him and I went to the locker room to go get changed. He took my arm and stopped me. He walked over to the door and locked it. “You did know I have a key to this place right?” I shook my head. I didn't know…and then suddenly I understood what it was he wanted from me. I was going to sleep with him. He was going to be my third man, and frankly the prospect of it turned me on. He pulled me to him and he gave me a quick kiss and backed off. “Get undressed,” he said.

Well a bet's a bet, so I did. Already my pussy was aching to feel him. Once I was naked, he pulled me close again, squeezing my ass cheeks and kissing me a little more passionately this time but still breaking the kiss off far too early for me. Less than five seconds later, I was on my hands and knees and his giant cock was pressed up against my asshole. It was bizarre. I certainly never had anal sex before, and nobody had ever gone from me naked to being this close to being inside of me before. It was all very overwhelming and all very scary, but it was happening.

His hands gripped my ass cheeks hard and that cock was right up against my tiny rosebud. I didn't even know what to do. All I knew was that every girlfriend I ever had had said there was one thing about anal sex that was common no matter who did it. It hurt like fuck. So, I guess it was no surprise to me when he gripped just a little tighter and then pushed in and I felt pain unlike any I ever felt before in my entire life.

That giant cock of his stretched my hole so wide it felt like it was going to be torn apart. I imagine that I wanted to scream but I couldn't. My breath caught in my chest. My voice was completely gone. I think I opened my eyes as wide as I could and stared at the blue polyester matt on the floor. I could feel my eyes watering as my vision grew blurry from the pain and that massive rod of his pushed in deeper, deeper, and deeper. Centimeter by wretched centimeter it pushed in. I was paralyzed. The flight or fight response was big time happening. Adrenaline was coursing through my body, and the pain was breaking me; but I couldn't move. I couldn't struggle. I couldn't do anything.

All I could do was stare at the matt and feel as all of my body became nothing more than my abused ass. Every bit of me hurt. It was the most intense experience I'd ever had, and finally with one last grunt he slammed forward hard and finished getting that giant thing inside of my ass. I finally got enough strength to yelp in pain, but he ignored it. Instead he reached around and I felt his fingers suddenly up against my pussy. I couldn't believe what happened next. His fingers traveled over my clit sending a strange feeling through me that wasn't quite pleasure but somehow transformed the pain, and then in an instant two of his fingers found their way inside of my pussy. The moment I had his giant cock in my ass and two fingers in my pussy, I came and came hard.

Even though I hadn't had a lot of sexual experience, I’d had orgasms before. Hell, I was masturbation central since I was fifteen years old. From the day I first figured out I had a clit, I had cum hard and hard. After I lost my virginity I had cum using my hands and toys, so I knew what it felt like for my pussy to clench a cock. This orgasm was so beyond anything I ever experienced. I was paralyzed again but this time it was paralysis with pleasure. All the pain he had brought to my poor little ass disappeared and instead I couldn't imagine anything that would feel better than to have that giant thing in my tightest little hole while his fingers were in my pussy.

I could feel the walls of my cunt clamping down on his fingers over and over and over. My whole body was tensing and releasing and my ass I'm sure must have felt like a vice on his cock. He groaned as I began to shake underneath him, and then he began slamming into my ass hard. It was incredible. The pain was all gone for the most part, but occasionally a particularly vicious slam forward would send a tiny shard of pain. It only heightened the pleasure. He moved his hand quickly, shoving his fingers in and out of me as he slammed into my ass. It was the most incredible thing, and when I finally did get my voice I lifted my head and shouted, “Oh Jesus, Mark! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!”

He listened. He slammed in over and over and over while his giant arms held me in place and his fingers worked in my pussy. The orgasm seemed never ending. I don't know how long it really was, but when I suddenly realized I couldn't take much more pleasure; I guess four or five minutes had to have passed. He kept slamming into me. I kept moaning and screaming for him to fuck me. Finally, he pulled out and while he kept one hand working on my pussy and fingers moving in it, he twisted my body around so I was on my side with his fingers in my cunt and shoved that massive cock toward my mouth.

I was in mid-moan, so it didn't occur to me to stop him before the head of that giant thing was pushing past my lips and over my tongue. As he held me in place with one hand over the back of my head and one still furiously moving in my pussy, I felt his cock grow impossibly large and tasted his hot and salty cum as he spurted it into my mouth. I'd had boys cum in my mouth before, and usually I quietly spit it out when they were done. He held my head tightly, his cock getting deeper and deeper until the head of it actually poked against the back of my throat, and he was still spurting as he held me there tightly. He continued to fuck me with his fingers.

I realized
anything he wanted
included me swallowing, so I closed my eyes, tried not to be too distracted by the fingers working in my pussy, and I gulped it down. The amazing thing about it was that him making me swallow actually added to my enjoyment, and the moment he pulled out I licked my lips, gasped, and moaned as a new wave of pleasure coursed over me.

Finally he pulled his fingers out and I lay there on the matt looking up at him. He smiled down at me and said, “Anytime you wanna have another contest, I am there.”

I looked up at him with a smile and said, “Next time why don't we see who can be better on a date?”

He laughed. “All right, how about tonight? I'll take you to dinner and a movie”

I smiled and told him I'd be ready at seven. He walked away, pulling up his shorts as he did and I stumbled to my feet, wobbling to where my clothes were and pulling them up. I’d walked to the gym from the dorms, and I have to tell you it was agonizing to get back to my room. My ass hurt like hell, but that really wasn't too much of a problem. Hell, I'd been working out my whole life and walking while I was in in pain was nothing new. The real problem was that every stab of pain I felt as I walked was accompanied by a spasm in my pussy. I felt like I came for the entire fifteen minute walk.

By the time I got back to the dorm I was completely and utterly a mess. I closed the door behind me and collapsed on the floor. Finally I got enough control over my body that I was able to make my way to the bathroom where I took a long shower and felt more like myself. By the time I stepped out and pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, it was about three hours later. An hour later, my coach called. She wanted to make sure of my practice schedule for the next week. We talked about the schedule for a few seconds, and then she finally asked, “Hey, why did you have me do it?”