Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories by Callie Amaranth

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