Free Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories by Callie Amaranth Page A

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