Beth Anal Addict
by Badger Hole
Copyright© 2026 by Badger Hole
Erotica Sex Story: Beth discovers anal sex and wants more
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Exhibitionism Scatology .
Wow, I have never orgasmed that hard before. Jimmy had just finished coming in my ass. He had begged me to try it just once, and man, am I glad I allowed him access. My pussy was still throbbing, and my asshole felt like a giant hole. I loved it, all the different feelings of fullness. Of being taken. Of only being worthy of being ass fucked. Submitting to him. The combination really pushed my buttons. I felt that was what I was meant to be, life support for my holes. I moaned with pleasure.
“I am so sorry, babe, are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Fuck, I should have known better. I hated it, I felt like a homo, fucking you in the ass. I swear I will not take advantage of you like that again.”
What, no, I loved it, I was still catching my breath from the biggest O in my life, and could only grunt.
“I know you don’t even want to look at me. I feel so terrible. I never should have suggested that. I swear it will never happen again.”
“No, Jimmy!” I croaked out of my gasping mouth.
“You don’t have to tell me how much you hated it, Beth. I could tell by how you were thrashing around. I am sorry.”
“No, Jimmy, I loved it. I want to do it again, and again, and again.”
“Beth, I can’t, I won’t do it anymore, it was just so wrong, so deviant, you had a perfectly good pussy to fuck. What was I doing in your ass? Nope, I aint doing that again.”
“Please, Jimmy, I loved it, I loved to submit to your cock. I love to be treated like a hole. Please say you will do it to me more.”
Jimmy gave me a strange look. He was resolved; I could tell he had made up his mind. I watched, dumbfounded, as he quickly put on his clothes and walked out of my bedroom and my life. “NO, Jimmy! Please don’t go.”
“Beth, if that is what you want to be treated like - an ass-loving slut then I am out, it won’t be me, find someone else.”
He turned and walked out of my life right then, with my asshole still throbbing and my guts trying to rearrange themselves back into the spaces that were so recently being jostled. Lying naked on the bed, I reached down and felt my sphincter, feeling the puffy flesh around my ass, oh god, that felt good. I needed more; I could feel my first two fingers pressing into my hole. It was nice, the feeling of my ass being filled. I do not know what happened, but if Jimmy did not want my ass, I did not need him; I could do it myself. My fingers started to fuck in and out of my butt, and I moaned in sync with my thrusts.
The next day, drinking my Saturday morning coffee, I thought about Jimmy. Well, maybe he was right; maybe I was better off without him. We had only been together for almost 6 months and were still getting to know each other. I will always think of him fondly. He took my anal virginity, and wow, what a revelation that was. I will never forget that day. I made a note of the date in my mind. My ass did not feel any different today than yesterday, well, maybe a little different in that I was constantly thinking about it.
Jimmy freaked out because he thought he might be gay by fucking me in the ass, maybe he enjoyed it a little too much? Oh well, he is no longer my problem. I needed to go for a walk. Get my mind off sex for a couple of minutes.
In the hallway of my apartment, I met my neighbor, Sam, an older gentleman in his 50s. We had met a few times, enough to say hi or wave in passing. He stopped me in the corridor.
“Beth, are you ok? I saw Jimmy running out last night.” Sam started.
“Oh, I am ok, did he say anything? Why do you ask if I am ok?”
“Oh, he said that he could not handle you and was leaving to find someone more Trad.”
“Ha, he would go for a trad wife.”
“So, what makes you so unconventional?”
I looked up at him, his kind, curious eyes looking over me, not judgmental. This was a more caring look. Should I tell him that Jimmy seemed afraid that he was gay when he fucked me in the ass?
“Oh, he was a little pussy, the thought he may be a faggot when he fucked me in the ass for the first time last night.”
“Yeah, you would not believe how thin these walls are. I heard you getting pounded like a little anal slut.” Sam grinned at me.
“Oh my god, you heard that?” I tried to sound shocked, but I was excited with the knowledge that someone else knew my newfound kink.
“You sounded like you were having the best time. And that was your first time with anal sex?”
I felt my face go red from embarrassment. “I ah, well, yes, it was.” Why was I telling him my private bedroom things?
“Tell me what you liked about it?” He seemed genuinely interested in me, and I let my guard down a little.
“I don’t think I should. Why do you want to know?”
“Beth, I think I can help you. You just need to trust me. Come on now, tell me about it. What turned you on so much?”
Trust him, help me, what was he talking about? The way he looked at me, he was almost devouring me in my short running shorts and tight tee shirt. Could I trust this potential pervert?
“I don’t know, it was just so DIRTY! It made me feel like such a little slut?”
“That’s nice, so you like being a dirty little slut?”
“Oh god, I have never thought I was,” Beth said slowly.
“Oh, it is not a bad thing, you know, being a slut and to know that you are a slut. You should own it.”
I had to get away from him. Without saying anything else, I turned and started to go outside for my walk.
He called after me. “I am here if you need to talk about it. Remember, I think I can really help.”
I turned the corner and took the stairs outside. Who was he that could label me a slut and think he could help? What kind of help could he give me? The day was mild, not too hot, just right for a long walk. I found myself at the neighborhood park with tree-lined walking paths. My mind calmed down, and I could hear the birds in the trees, the light dappling on the sidewalk, and the light breeze as I walked. It was perfect.
A group of boys came towards me on the path. They were staring at my tight body. I could hear them talking amongst themselves. “Damn, she is fine, right? Look at that body. I would lick her ass if she let me. I like me a pretty white slut.”
They were objectifying me, looking at me as nothing but a sex object, a toy they could get their pleasure from. The problem was that I liked it. As I walked past them, I heard. “Fuck she even smells hot.”
The problem was I was hot, my libido was in overdrive, having these young men so obviously want to have me. I stopped as they approached, feeling their eyes scan me from head to toe. They slowed down to really look at me boldly as if they had the right. My legs parted a little, giving a gap between my thighs, my tight shorts hugging my pussy lips. I wanted to give them a peek at my camel toe. I could not meet their gaze; I kept my eyes lowered. I could see their bulges in their pants. They liked what they were seeing.
“Damn, what a fine slut. I bet she could suck a mean cock.” They said loud enough that they knew I heard them. I flushed red and did not respond otherwise. The oldest one said. “Ok, guys, leave her alone. We are late and don’t have time for bird watching.”
They picked up their pace with a few grumbles, and they disappeared around the corner.
The bench was just a few paces away, and I sat to catch my breath. Wow, what a rush that was. To be objectified by a group of young men. To be obviously attractive to them. Sitting on the bench, I noticed I was not sitting like a lady; my knees were wide apart. My shorts were tight across my pussy. I felt wonderful to be on display, like a slut wanting attention. That is what I was. A slut.
I passed several men and women walking hand in hand. One lady punched her husband in the arm when he stared at my camel toe too long, my pussy and ass twitched at the sight. It seemed I had the power to turn men’s heads—both the big head and the little one. Women would look at me as well, some with disdain and some with desire. I had never noticed people looking at me like this before. Most of the men, I could tell, were checking me out, their eyes raking up and down, drinking me in. I started to feel good with the attention; I could get used to this.
The more people who looked at me, the hornier I got. I finally made it a mile and turned around to go home. I met more people, there were more ogling, more lewd comments. I loved it, I felt seen.
I stripped down to take a shower. The water felt good. I started to rub my body, thinking about all the people in the park who were lusting after me, which brought me to a fever pitch. I touched my asshole. Oh god the fingers felt good. It felt right that my finger should be in me. The water cascading as a lover’s touch. All the while, my asshole is being stretched out of shape. Oh god this is the best.
I think I have turned a corner; I felt myself teetering on the edge of a precipice, and my life is changing. I was falling for this new life of excitement. Maybe I should embrace being a slut.
A few days later, I met Sam in front of the apartment’s mailbox.
“Hi Beth, you are looking good. I like that outfit.” His eyes scanned, pausing on my groin and tits.
There was a mirror on the wall, and I glanced at myself to see what he was talking about. What I saw was a shoulder-length blonde-haired young woman standing next to a tall, good-looking older gentleman; the young woman (me) was wearing a tight form-fitting crop top t-shirt with obviously no bra, large breasts, nipples on alert, the fabric following the curve of each breast so that they perfectly displayed, hot-pink tight workout shorts that were almost panties. The shorts were so tight I could see the cleft of my pussy and the pussy lips creating a little bulge between my slightly parted legs. Why did I dress like this? I was not thinking I would meet anyone, just going to check the mail. This was just how I dressed at home. It made me feel comfortable. I did not think a cover-up would be needed.
“So, I see you have decided to embrace your true inner self?”
I looked up at him, still no judgment in his demeaner just admiration.
My face flushed red. “I don’t know, I just dress like this around the apartment. I was not really thinking about it.” I lied, I had been thinking about being dressed like this, and I was hoping to be seen, to be ogled, to be objectified. I wanted to show off all the naughty bits that I could.
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