Bet your ass

This story is true, I hope you like it. We dated for a long time -- seven years or so -- and my boyfriend was the most beautiful thing that God ever put on earth: blond hairy guy with green eyes, athletic body, affectionate, caring, intelligent, and he had this penis that I adored; straight up, huge, always ready to go into action. Modesty aside, I've always been a pussycat and not exuberantly beautiful but there is something special about me that men like. Well, our relationship has always been very nice and sex was an important part of it and we enjoyed doing everything but for a long time I don't know if out of insecurity or respect my boyfriend never asked me anything beyond the basics that most couples do. One night we were three couples together, it was very cold and we'd arranged a fondue with lots of wine. The alcohol started to take its toll on us and we began having more heated conversations. There was something that my boyfriend just hated about me: I am super stubborn. When I argue over something even Jesus Christ can't convince me otherwise. At this point in time, we were talking about anything sex-related and I argued about some scientific detail which is completely irrelevant because no matter how hard I try, I cannot remember what nonsense it was. The fact is, my boyfriend started to get nervous about me being stubborn and then he said that I'd bet him anything for sex with the whole world as a witness but would prove me wrong at any cost. If he won, on the day I hit him in the tile, he could eat my cookie without pity or mercy. I could scream and curse and try to run away but there would be no forgiveness; I had to give it all up whether you like it or not. If I wanted to get rid of "punishment", as compensation I'd have to suck everyone who was participating in the fondue. Everyone stared at me with the most satisfied faces, waiting for my reaction. In order not to give up on him I made a bet (the fact is that I was totally convinced of being right) and said if he didn't win I would do the same thing with his penis size consolation. When he accepted it I trembled in the basement. On the other hand, I thought that maybe he had some secret desire to bring into the kitchen and found a subtle way of making his dream come true without having to ask for it or be gay. I was stunned when, in the end, everyone unanimously agreed that I would either get my ass kicked or fall head over heels for a lot of people. The fondue ended, time passed and we continued to fuck the same way. It seemed that he had even forgotten about it, which I was surprised but did not provoke and actually appreciated. Summer came and we went to spend a few days in my father's apartment on the beach. We were alone, both of us, spending the day at the beach and it started getting cloudy during the afternoon. We decided to stay home, making out with each other, nothing more fun than going for a good climb on a rainy day. When we got really excited he looked at me with such an evil face and began giving me orders like I had never done since we met. I was starting to get a little nervous, but at the same time this change in personality excites me enough that I will deny it. He ordered me to get naked, put a really cute pillow on the floor and kneeled down on top of it facing the sofa seat so that my upper half was all leaning against the chair with my butt sticking out for him. Told me to sit very still and go prepare myself because it's time to open my asshole. I obeyed what he said feeling a mixture of anger and nervousness. I was mad at myself for being so stubborn and nervous because my friends had told me that getting your ass kicked wasn't always fun, it could be a very painful experience. He went away for what seemed like an eternity and came back with this mellow gel-like thing, patted each side of his ass, spread a little bit on the entrance to my butthole and began massaging it very lightly. I closed my arse instinctively so he told me that I had better relax and open up the reins because it would be worse if I resisted. I began to get aroused by the massage he gave me on my forehead, and as I relaxed and became more wet. As I started whimpering with pleasure I felt his finger forcing at my rear end. Once again I closed the hole; this time I took a stronger tap, and then I could feel my groin being penetrated very slowly. It was an uncomfortable sensation but it didn't hurt so much that I thought it would be better to cooperate and let go of myself a little bit. The finger went in and out without stopping until I got used to the invasion. I kind of instinctively started massaging my clitoris at the same time as getting that finger up my ass. My excitement was coming back, little by little and it wasn't annoying anymore. When my boyfriend noticed that I was moaning again, he positioned himself right behind me and said: "My love, now I'm going to eat you until the end, I did everything straight so that you would like to take it in the ass, but if with all this you do not like, patience, hold firmly that now I will only go backwards to gain momentum". My legs were shaking, when I felt the tip of that pause in my butthole, I wanted to get up and run away. I tried but he grabbed my ass very hard and warned: <unk>Would you rather suck those two? it's still time...<unk>I thought well and out of pride pushed my arse and said: "Go ahead, I will hold on until the end". Every inch I walked in was a painless struggle for me. This time, my groan began to hurt so much that it seemed like there would be no end until finally I felt his belly throbbing on my ass and heard him say: "It's too bad you can't see...my penis is all inside of you, what delight ...what the most beautiful view I have from here". What for? My boyfriend then started to move, coming in and going out very slowly but it hurt like hell. Again, from pure instinct I began masturbating myself to see if at least the front of things was better. I don't know exactly when it happened, but as soon as I realized that pain which seemed unbearable became pleasurable. It still hurts but gives pleasure, is incredible. I continued to masturbate, my groans were already different, grabbed more ass, opened up like a flower to this cute little pinton. His movements started to get stronger, firmer, more violent, faster and I couldn't believe that it could be so good! And the next thing I knew, I was rolling around pushing my ass back so he could get in deeper and deeper. (Laughter) I'd never felt more female before; my boyfriend at this moment was a male who dominated me, made me feel pleasure through pain, ate me whole. We were enjoying each other all at once, my orgasm being one of the most violent that I had ever experienced -- much stronger -- exhausted, sweaty, achy, happy. The next day on the beach, I spent all my time sunbathing upside down and promised my boyfriend that this was his first and last blowjob with me. The next week, we went to a really nice motel because it was his birthday. I pretended that he'd forgotten something in the car and asked him to go get it. When he came back into the room, there was his present: my butt pulled up all shriveled-up waiting to be eaten again. Because I already knew what awaited me, I wasn't nervous anymore, so I relaxed and opened the reins ready for sacrifice. This time pain turned into pleasure much faster. Nor did orgasm become any less intense. Thanks to a silly bet, I've discovered one of the greatest pleasures a woman can have is getting fucked in the ass without losing her temper.