H is eating S out, fingering her.
Summer: Mmmh. Mmmmmhh. Mmmn yeah. Yeah. Hey, stick it in my ass.
Hats: Unnhh? Leallyhh?
Summer: Yeah. Stick your whole fist in.
Hats: Wha?
Summer: C'mon. Fist my ass. Stretch me open.
Hats: Uhh, well, we can work towards it, but it'll probably take a few times before it'll happen.
Summer: Bah. Just jam it in. I bet it'll fit.
Hats: Uhh, that would hurt like hell, I promise. You remember how you felt after the first time I fucked your ass? Well that would seem like a walk in the park compared to this.
Summer: I don't care. No, I do. I want it to hurt.
Hats: You want it to hurt?
Summer: I know, it sounds weird. But I want to live life, you know? I don't know how much time I have left, so I want to just try shit. Make some mistakes. Push myself, see what I can take. I've been through quite a lot recently, you know, and it's toughened me up! Let's see how much!
Hats: Wellll . . . okay. But I'm not going to be rough or careless. If it doesn't feel like it's going in, I'm not going to force it, okay?
Summer: Okay, okay. Now come on. Lube it up already!
H inserts 2 fingers.
Summer: Ahh! Oh shit!
Hats: You okay?
Summer: Hnn! Yes! Do more! This is good!
H inserts 3 fingers.
Summer: Aaaa HUH! HNN! M-more!
H inserts 4.
Summer: Ghhhh! RRrrr! Yes. Come on. This is nothing. I got rrRRRrr got this!
5.
Summer: Ohhhhrrrraaaahhhhh FUCKK. Is that five?
Hats: Yeah.
Summer: See, I'm good! Now just slip the whole thing the rest of the way in!
Hats: Let's just leave it here for a while, okay? I'll eat you out with it here, then we'll see after a couple orgasms.
Summer: Okay.
H moves in to eat, but S grabs her wrist.
Summer: Psych! Ramming speed ahead!
Hats: Hey!
S's eyes go wide.
Hats: Oh Jeezus, are you okay?
Summer: Ummm. That depends. Did the whole thing go in?
Hats: Afraid so.
Summer: And I suppose it'll feel the same going out as it did going in?
Hats: Pretty much. Was that the kind of pain you were hoping for?
Summer: Oh yes. Just about right, I think. Just one minor modification though.
Hats: What?
Summer: Do we have any morphine on hand?
Hats: Oh god dammit Summer.
