The Tushy Technique Pt. 01

Babes

This is a story about a lesbian who trains her friend in the art of anal sex to please her man. While this has lesbian content, it is nonetheless a story about anal intercourse and thus in the anal category. All persons featured in nude and/or sexual situations are eighteen and up.

Los Angeles, California. The once prominent tinsel-town is a shell of its former self. A place of palm trees, decadent manors, and movie stars is now a hotbed of homelessness, negligently high taxes, and glistening in a thick layer of smog from the high rises of Downtown, to the syringe-lined shores of Venice Beach.

Still, it is a place where many Americans and non-Americans come to stake their claim and gain a piece of that fleeting California dream. Which takes us to the story, because nobody likes three pages of exposition. We’re in the Westside, it’s the part of LA you think about when talking about LA: The Hollywood Sign, Santa Monica, Beverly hills, Bel Air and the like. In the Hollywood neighborhood, which is not at all as glamorous as portrayed in the movies sits a trashy apartment complex along Franklin Avenue near Highland. In apartment eight of this dilapidated dump lived two women, who are our focus in this backdoor debauchery.

The first was Cora Gutierrez. Now, despite her very Hispanic name you would stereotypically think she was an LA native, there you would be wrong. Cora grew up in the sleepy Podunk, and not to mention freezing cold town of Fargo, North Dakota. A city famous for the Cohen Brothers’ movie of the same name where all of one scene was actually set there. Cora was one of a handful of Hispanic families growing up in her sleepy one-horse town and she always had aspirations of leaving, as anyone with sanity would. She went to school at the University of California Los Angeles to get a degree in Public Relations, where she excelled and found the one thing every Angeleno dreams of; something more valuable than gold itself: a steady career with good benefits and room to grow. She had a strange upbringing, her mother Bonita was the only Hispanic Jew she’d ever meet while her father Jorge was a traditional Catholic. These two religious views always confused her and she tried not to talk about it much. But, she was always happy, and bubbly; always wanting to see the best in people. As she appeared, she was thick in the right places. She had a cute face with long brown hair, caramel skin, perky C-cup breasts, nice legs, a tight pussy and an ass that wouldn’t quit. Cora had a very thick butt, something she was personally proud of because it always started a party in every boy’s pants. She was truly a sight to behold.

Her roommate, found on Craigslist was Madison Crittenden, who went by Maddie. Maddie was Caucasian and was an LA native—well, sort of. Maddie grew up a bit south in Orange County, you know, where the real housewives are from. She was from the more bustling suburban town of Newport Beach, I think that’s where The O.C. was set. She came from two parents who lived exceptional lives. Her father Brett was a lawyer and aspiring politician while her mother Lila was an extremely successful if not tenacious real estate agent, and both did quite well for themselves. Maddie was also a UCLA alumnus but for their film school, and was an aspiring actress. One more pertinent bit of news about Maddie is that she was a lesbian. Her parents, products of the ultra-conservative Newport Beach society were actually more disappointed by Maddie’s acting aspirations than her sexual orientation, but she had placated them by getting a few speaking gigs on sitcoms and was recently acquired by the prestigious William Morris agency.

But as LA rents are criminally insane, she was always tight on cash, and for that matter, so was Cora. Maddie also didn’t fit the mold of your garden variety lesbian. She was deeply religious, something that always calmed her parents’ fears of her falling into a life of sin. She was Catholic but volunteered at the local Methodist church on Highland and Franklin because she could always use more Jesus in her life but also several celebrities have been known to attend service at that Church, because connections in the entertainment industry are more important than the paycheck. Maddie was saving herself for marriage but that didn’t mean she didn’t get around and found other ways to find sexual arousal with her female paramours, but we’ll get to that shortly.

Maddie was a bit taller than Cora, maybe an inch or two. Despite growing up within spitting distance of the beach and in a place where the sun shines three-hundred days a year, her skin was quite pale. She had blonde hair in the most feminine of pixie cuts, not like your typical really short pixie cut, and had blue eyes with dimples on her cheeks. She had larger breasts, D-cups, a fit body; she liked to work out a lot. She had a smaller ass than Cora, but not that much smaller, and was definitely in better shape. She had multiple tattoos on her body, all of which were religious themed to fit in with her persona.

Back london escort to Cora. She was currently dating a man where they met while working at the same firm. His name was Jeff Wan, half Chinese and half Korean. Born in and raised in Monterrey Park, California, Jeff was destined for a life of accounting, as was his father, Lao. His mother was a surgical nurse named Sheila, who was second generation American while Lao was born in Taiwan. Jeff was smart but was a promising athlete, both in Football where he was a wide-receiver in high school and was a track star. He went to the University of Southern California on a track scholarship. Being a man, Jeff was mostly proud of his dong, which he was happy to be of exceptional length contrary to hurtful stereotypes that Asian men not having large penises. He also took care of himself, and was well put-together strength wise. He lived in Eagle Rock in Los Angeles and Cora often spent time in his more specious apartment.

Jeff got around in his day, part of the perks of being a high school athlete; so he and Cora had many evenings and sometimes days just literally fucking around. But they typically engaged in the usual sexual flare: kiss, blow, fuck, repeat. It started in the usual missionary, sometimes side-fuck, and cowgirl, and if they felt like going crazy they would do doggy style. This was always vaginal in nature which is always moist and feels amazing but Jeff, ever the pervert, wanted to spice things up so to speak, and that ends out exposition and onto the story.

Inside Maddie and Cora’s apartment, which was messier than one typically thinks of an abode shared by women; sat Maddie on the couch in their living room, scrolling through her bible. Maddie had a gig the next day as an extra on the CW show: Riverdale where she would flirt with the Vanessa Morgan character which would make the Madeline Petsch character jealous because CW’s business model is: “add another hot lesbian couple, that’ll boost our ratings”. Maddie wasn’t a fan of the show because it was “too woke” for her taste.

Anyway, Cora entered the apartment, wearing her blouse and long gray skirt underneath a beige duster. She dumped her Prada messenger bag and duster on the floor, along with her heels and made an audible “ugh!” the kind of ugh that screams “notice me”, something Maddie was all-too-familiar with.

“Hey, roomie!” The twenty-six year old beamed from the couch.

“Hey Mads.”

“You seem annoyed, everything okay?”

“Not really” Cora complained. She hobbled over to their bathroom which was off of the living room.

“O-Okay. Peace be with you” Maddie called.

She knew that couldn’t be the end of that. They weren’t merely roommates found on Craigslist, they were friends…found on Craigslist. Maddie knew there was certainly something Cora wasn’t telling her, and was quite concerned considering Cora was usually forthcoming about her daily foibles, so this was truly a mystery.

Cora appeared moments later from the bathroom, no longer wearing her strong-independent-woman-at-work attire and was instead wearing a very short sleeve t-shirt with ‘FARGO NORTH HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS DEPT. emblazoned on the front, with Adidas short shorts and UGG slippers, perfect “I hate my life and just want to eat ice cream and die” lounging attire. She took a seat on the couch next to Maddie.

“You gonna tell me what’s bugging you?”

“It’s personal.”

“This from the same chick who disclosed to me that you once pissed on all your clothes when you were sick because you thought your pee was somehow magical and would give you heeling pants. Doesn’t get more personal than that.” Maddie explained.

“I told you that in confidence, you slut” Cora said, playfully punching Maddie in the arm. “I was four, by the way.”

“Seriously, Cor, what’s wrong. You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t, Mads, it’s really embarrassing.”

Maddie sighed and did a very obvious facepalm and then slid her hand down her entire face. Maddie always had a flare for the cartoonish dramatic. She took a deep breath. Maddie had been around women most of her life, especially when she was trying to be in relationships with them, albeit every one of them ill-fated. She knew this game other women played. It was that game where they want you to guess what’s ailing them and continue to prove interest which would validate their feelings. Maddie was tired and didn’t want to play the hard-to-get game, so she acted accordingly.

“Okay then.”

“Okay then?” Cora reiterated.

“Yup, if you don’t want to tell me, I respect your decision.”

“That’s it, then?”

“Pretty much.”

Cora groaned. She sighed and looked off into the distance and Maddie took notice. She was reeling her roommate in. Cora finally turned to Maddie. “Okay, but this stays between us, right?”

“I’m insulted you would even ask such a question.”

“Okay. Fine. So, I was at Jeff’s after work, I drove him home—”

“When is he just gonna get a car already?”

“Irrelevant” Escort Dubai Cora stated. “We were gonna have sex—”

“Oh, it’s a sex story, eh?”

“Stop interrupting! But yes, it was about sex. We just started kissing and talking, and talking and kissing but I could tell something was up with Jeff—which is never something you want to see in your boyfriend.”

“Dually noted” Maddie said with a giggle.

“So I ask “what’s wrong”, and he says that he wanted to try and spice things up in our relationship because he thought we were doing the same sexual routines over and over and over again.”

Now Maddie was on the edge of her seat. She kneeled both legs on the couch and faced Cora. “Interesting.”

“Just please don’t laugh, this is serious.”

“I’m being serious, continue.”

“Okay, so I ask him “well what do you want us to do, I’m up for anything” because you know, I want us to be happy because I love him, you know?”

“Right, of course.”

“And he then suggested that we…ugh. I can’t even say it.”

“Well now you gotta. Tell me!”

Cora did another “ugh”, and Maddie was getting a little impatient, however, being that this was sexual, she had narrowed down the list to a few plausible things that would make Cora uncomfortable even to talk about, much less engage in.

“He wanted to…put it in my butt” Cora whispered barely audible.

“What was that?” Maddie asked, chuckling in her head.

“He wanted to put it in my butt” Cora said marginally louder.

“One more time? Still couldn’t hear you.”

“Jeff wanted to fuck me in the ass, okay!?” Cora threw herself onto the couch, face smushed into one of the many throw pillows.

Maddie wanted to laugh. She had a hunch this would be the case, but wanted it to come right from the horse’s mouth. It was kind of amusing. Cora was always weirded out when talking about sex, especially dirty sex, so this was quite the delicious bit of humor to Maddie. Plus, Maddie had engaged in much anal intercourse in her day as previously mentioned she was saving herself for marriage but still wanted to get laid, the easiest, though dubious loophole was butt sex.

She put her hand son Cora’s shoulders and gave her a not-so-creepy shoulder massage. “It’s okay, Cor. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Yes I do!” Cora yelled, muffled into the pillow. She turned to face Maddie. “I’m really embarrassed. I’ve never done anal before!”

“It’s really fun. You should try it.”

“But it…it’s dirty, Mads. You poop from there. That hole is for feces only” Cora whispered.

“Yeah and you piss less than a quarter inch from where you have sex, which is less than a quarter inch from where you shit. Hell, dudes pee and ejaculate from the same hole, but you guys do it all the time” Maddie explained.

“It’s still weird. But anyway, we had a huge fight. I may have over-reacted because I was weirded out, and I came right over here. Jeff’s been blowing up my phone for like the past hour and I don’t know what to tell him.”

“Maybe with a yes?”

“No! I’m not gonna let him, or anyone else for that matter butt fuck me. That’s too much, it’s gross—no offense.”

“Some taken. Butt fucking is the shit—poor choice of words, but it feels amazing, and oh-so naughty.”

“Says the lesbian Christian” Cora rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I’m waiting for the right gal to scissor with, but for now, my tush is open for business” Maddie added.

“What do I do, really?”

“Do what?”

“What do I tell Jeff? I gotta see him again, we work together, this is bound to come up at some point!”

“Wait-wait, you’re positing that as if you can just ghost him and make this go away—simultaneously ending a-what, three year relationship over a question to pop your butt cherry?” Maddie asked.

“Obviously no, but what do I tell him? I get weirded out just thinking about it.”

“I’m sorry, how old are you? I get it, it’s fucking where you shit, but you’re not in the sixth grade, Cor. If it’s a hard no, just tell him no, and if I know Jeff, he’ll respect your decision because his obvious love for you is way more important that slipping it in your backdoor.”

“Wow, you make it sound so easy” Cora made another eyeroll.

“That’s because it is easy! Either you’re mulling it over, it’s a no, or it’s a yes, there is literally no other option.”

“No, there is never bring it up again and hope Jeff forgets about it forever.”

“That’s not healthy. And you said so yourself, you guys fought over this, he’s gonna bring it up when you see him next.”

“Not if I’m happy, and bubbly, and think of a million different things to forever keep Jeff off the subject.”

Maddie figured Cora was half joking, but then forgot there was that stereotypical Midwestern prudishness that often ran deep through the Hispanic type-A. Maddie wanted to just say “fuck it” and let Cora stew about her childish antics but they were still friends gosh darn it and she was going independent escort girls to see her friend through this self-imposed difficult time.

“Jeff does not have ADHD, or dementia, or some other condition where you forget stuff, Jeff is a pragmatist, and Jeff loves you. He is not going to let this go because he’s not going to let this fester for a future fight, which you know will eventually be the case if there is no closure to it. If you don’t wanna take it in the ass, Cor, you gotta let him know. End of story. Tell him not to bring it up again, still not the healthiest option but it gets it off your chest” Maddie explained.

“Ugggggh. Just the thought of saying: “sorry, not interested of taking it in the ass, love you though” is really making me anxious.”

“Why exactly? Tear the bandage off, text him no, and call it a night. Seriously, you’re a grown woman with a career, a car payment, and a master’s degree. I don’t see the big deal in all this?”

Cora sighed and just held her iPhone in her hands, with Jeff’s text storm opening up. She didn’t tap her fingers. Maddie looked at Cora’s face and saw the apprehension. She didn’t want to tell Jeff. But why?

“Any second now. Come on, you’re moving your finger, you’re tapping the N, then you’re tapping the O. You can do this” Maddie said as if Cora was a child.

Cora didn’t respond, however. She merely sighed, threw her head towards the back cushion and threw her phone aside. “Ugh! I can’t do this!”

“And why not?”

“I dunno. Jeff’s done so much for me, I wanna make him happy, and we could use a little extra romance in our sex life.”

“So give it a shot, it’s not that bad. Who knows, you might even like it.”

It’s still gross, and-and-and, it’s painful, right?”

“If done the wrong way, but yeah, not gonna lie, it does hurt a little” Maddie explained.

“Exactly! It’s gross, it hurts, but it’ll make him happy and it is a curiosity.”

“I mean, you could try it a little. It’s just the two of you. You can start slow, start with fingering and move from there, train yourself” Maddie suggested.

“No!” Cora spat, hitting Maddie with one of their throw pillows. “What if it doesn’t work? What if it’s awkward afterwards? We’ll never be able to undo any of that! If it fails, it could put a rift in our relationship.”

“And this isn’t? I mean, you’re mulling over between never bring it up again and hope for the best or try it and assume it’ll fail and let that ruin your relationship. Do you see the conundrum you’ve put yourself in?” Maddie asked.

“Why is this so hard!?” Cora spurted with an exasperated sigh.

“Life had no instruction manual, except this one” Maddie explained, holding up her bible.

“I wish there was an instruction manual for butt fucking” Cora chuckled.

“Yeah, they’d call it like, the: “Tushy Technique” or some such nonsense like that. It’s not like you could have a third party train your ass.” Maddie casually added.

Cora raised an eyebrow. She was interested in Maddie’s random ramble. “What do you mean?”

“Like, if there was someone out there who could train you to take a cock in your ass so you can go to Jeff and YOU could show him how to properly fuck you. Yeah, yeah that works, because it’s super feminist because it puts you in control and he gets to pound you in the butt. Literally everyone wins.”

“That’s crazy…but, I mean, it could work. I mean you fuck chicks in the ass all the time, right? Wouldn’t it be perfect if you were the one who trained my ass?”

“Yeah” Maddie laughed. “You are lucky you met me, I do enjoy a few rounds of lesbian anal sex from time to time, I guess it would be a perfect trade-off” Maddie said, then promptly transitioning to dread. “But that’s crazy. You’d literally be cheating on your boyfriend to save your relationship. The irony writes itself.”

“Y-yeah. It’s crazy, you’re right. But…hypothetically speaking, could you—you know, train someone in anal sex?” Cora asked.

“Oh yeah, sex is all about technique, lubricant, and positioning; and obviously the better your health, the longer and satisfying it feels” Maddie explained.

“Huh…” Cora trailed, but got closer to her roommate. “What do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, what does a lesbian who doesn’t use her vagina do sexually, exactly—if it’s okay if I ask?” Cora inquired.

“Oh come on, we’re like family now” Maddie began. “I like to spank my girls. It warms up their ass a little bit which for my experience helps with the impending anal pain, but results may vary wildly, plus it’s hot. Then I like to open their ass up with some fingering to start to stretch her hole out, and if I really like her, I’ll service her hole.”

“What’s that?” Cora asked.

“Oh, I give her a rimjob. Just licking her asshole—but only if she’s a good girl. Then I’ll start with small dildos after my fingers and work my way up to my strap-on, which is pretty big. And sometimes I’ll work in some restraints, whips, stuff like that” Maddie finished.

“Huh. And you’ve never licked a vagina?”

“Well I have, but that’s only when the chick is too horny to care and just wants some loving. Usually they respect me and we just do mutual anal. But that’s that.”

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