The Greatest Lie Part 3

"This is better," he said, handing me the lubricant. He deftly slipped on a condom as I lubricated my ass. "Put some on my cock," he advised, and I applied it liberally, with several slippery strokes that made his penis twitch in my hands. Holding the second condom and looking at my tiny cockette and shriveled balls, he said "I’m afraid this isn’t going to fit you." "I don’t need it," I said, settling face downward on the bed and raising my ass provocatively in the air.

He bounded into position behind me and began testing my anus with his hard member. "You sure are tight", he said, as his penis rebounded for the third time from his attempted entry. I reached my hand back to guide him. "Please go slowly," I reminded him. This time, two of the seven inches of his cock entered me, and as the fiery electric charge of pain built in me, I said "Go on", exerting maximum counter-pressure to ease his entry. Two more inches of pain filled with ecstasy, then two more, and he was in. Sharp pain shot through me from my ass to my head, and my tear-filled eyes were blinded as if by a flashbulb, but agony faded to a pleasant glow of pleasure, just as a flashbulb’s aura disappears.

He gasped "Wow, are you tight!" I feigned worry for his encased prick. "Are you OK", and he replied "Are you kidding, I’m great. Are you?" My voice choked with pain, I replied "It’s getting better. You’re so big!" I knew guys liked to hear that, and he was about average, in my limited experience. The initial moments of anal intercourse are always excruciating for me, until my sphincters relax and my internal juices start flowing. Jon was a very considerate lover, remaining almost still at first and letting me grow accustomed to his length and width. Gradually, the fires inside me subsided to a smolder of pleasure, and I said "Go ahead and fuck me hard".