My desire was intense by now. I wanted—needed—penetration. Fearful that I was again to be disappointed, I pushed back, and felt the pressure increase against my sphincter. I feared the sting of pain, but there was none, for the pressure increased with a maddening slowness, forcing the sphincter open so gradually that there was no pain whatsoever, only a sense of gradual, welcome violation.
And when at last the enormous head slid inside and my sphincter closed on the shaft behind it, I felt a wash of pleasure that was as much borne of fulfillment as surrender. Shivering, I pushed back and savored the sense of the shaft sliding slowly, inch by inch between my cheeks, through my sphincter, deeper and deeper inside me.