My boyfriend convinced me to go on a camping trip with him last weekend. It was a pretty tough selling job, let me tell you. I am an eighteen-year-old city girl whose idea of roughing it is going more than a week without having my nails done. The last thing I ever thought I would want to do was spend two days in a tent on the side of a mountain.
Greg promised me that I would have fun, though. “Just wait until I’m eating your sweet pussy at dawn with the sun coming up over the north ridge,” he said. “There will be nobody else around for miles, just you and me naked on a blanket on the grass. Your legs will be wrapped around my head, my tongue will be buried in your tasty cunt, and I’ll have both of your tits in my hands while the morning sun beats down on our bodies. You’ll turn into a nature girl then, I guarantee it.”
I guess I must be a sucker for sweet talk, because that Friday we loaded up Greg’s SUV and headed out of town. I’ve discovered that he is the kind of guy who can convince a girl to do just about anything, when he puts his mind to it.
I knew that he had a lot more sexual experience than I did. He was six years older than me, and had taken my cherry a week after I turned eighteen. We had met when he came in the bank where I work as a junior teller. He asked me out, we had dinner and saw a movie, and the next thing I knew I was back at his apartment in his bed–that same night.
He was really gentle with me the first time we made love. I had worried that the man who took my virginity would ram his dick inside me as soon as my pants were off and plow away. But Greg took things nice and slow, massaging me all over. He used his hand between my legs to get me ready for my sexual initiation. By the time he put his cock against the lips of my pussy, I was so slippery that he had no trouble at all getting inside my body.
I would always be grateful to him for making my first fuck so enjoyable. Plenty of other guys had hit on me since then, but he was the only man I wanted. I would do anything for him.
My feet were killing me as we hiked to what he called “the best lookout spot in three states.” That got me wondering. I poked him with my walking stick and asked, “How many times have you been up here with other trusting, innocent girls, you big creep?” Even though we had a good thing going, I never could stop feeling jealous of the girls he had been with before we met.
He grinned. “Don’t worry about that, beautiful. All of them were just practice runs, so I would be at peak form when I met you.” Then he picked me up in his strong arms–I am kind of on the petite side–and sprinted the rest of the way to our campsite.
Greg didn’t wait until our tent was up before showing me what he meant by “peak form.” He spread out our double sleeping bag on the grass like a blanket. He pulled me down onto it beside him. His hands were all over my body, squeezing my tits through my T-shirt and rubbing my pussy through my khaki shorts.
I get hot really fast when he starts paying that kind of attention to me. I wanted to be naked for him, for my sweet lover. I tugged off my shirt while he unfastened my belt. I wasn’t wearing a bra my breasts are small and firm enough that I don’t really need one. That used to bother me, but Greg says he likes my “mouth-sized boobs” just fine.
He pulled my shorts down, tugging them over my bulky white knee socks and my brand-new hiking shoes. He didn’t pull down my panties. I reached to push them down my narrow hips for him, but he stopped me.
“Not yet,” he said. “Why don’t you tease me a little first?”
That is one of the things I love about Greg. He never puts me down or makes fun of me for not knowing much about how to make love. Instead, he teaches me how to please him.
I assumed that he wanted me to leave my boots and socks on too, since he had not removed them. I felt really kinky wearing only them and my white cotton bikini panties there in the “great outdoors” with him.
I said, “In that case, you have to lie on your back.” I pushed him backward, so he was lying flat. He put his hands behind his head and smiled, waiting to find out what I would think of next to do.
I was really, really horny. So what I wanted him to do was fuck me, and soon. But if he wanted to be teased, then I would be happy to show him some teasing, all right.
I started by rubbing my smooth, bare breasts on the front of his flannel shirt. Then I moved my chest up to his face. I brushed his mouth with one of my little dime-sized nipples. When he tried to suck it, I quickly pulled away. I put my other nipple near his lips. He was faster that time. He managed to give it a good, hard suck before I backed off.
“You like my little titties, don’t you?” I asked. I put my hands behind my head and pushed out my chest, giving him a good look at my freckled A-cup breasts in the afternoon sun.
“You better believe it,” Greg said. He had told me plenty of times before that day that he thought my small breasts were a lot sexier than the big, sloppy kind older girls have.
I used my thumbs and index fingers to tug at my nipples while I hovered over Greg’s body. “Do you like these beautiful little buds?” I said. “Aren’t they pretty?” I could feel them getting longer and stiffer as I manipulated them. I loved it when Greg stared at my body the way he was doing. I wanted him to get as horny as I felt.
He reached up and put his hands on my waist, but I was not finished teasing him yet. “No, no, no!” I said, wagging a finger. “You have to stay right there on your back. I have one more treat for you.”
I stood and put one of my booted feet on either side of Greg’s head. Then I squatted over his face. My pussy was so wet by then that I knew I was soaking through the material of my panties. I rubbed my covered crotch against Greg’s mouth.
“Do I smell nice and sweet between my legs?” I asked. “Do you want to give me a kiss down there?”
That was all Greg could take. He grabbed my hips and raised his head, placing his open mouth over the crotch of my panties. I felt his tongue pressing the cotton crotch up against the groove of my pussy. Then I felt him sucking my cunt right through my underpants.
I reached down and tugged my panties to the side, wedging the crotch in the crease of one leg and baring my pussy. Greg’s tongue went right up inside my little opening, probing deep. While he ate me, I leaned over his body and unzipped his jeans. His dick was so stiff that I had a hard time getting it out of his fly. When I finally pulled it free, I sucked as much of that thick, veiny cock as I could into my warm mouth.
We licked and sucked each other until I couldn’t stand it any more. I arched my back and squealed so loud that my cries of pleasure echoed back and forth between the mountains. That got Greg off. His cock started spurting in the direction of my face.
I put my mouth over it again, sucking and swallowing his sweet come. We lay together for a few minutes after that. I felt so warm and happy and safe that I could have fallen asleep in his arms. But there was something I had to take care of first.
“I’ve really got to go to the bathroom,” I said. “Or, I mean, to–” I looked around in alarm, a sudden realization dawning on me. “Hey, where the hell is a girl supposed to poop out here in the middle of nowhere?”
Greg seemed very amused by my predicament. “Just go behind a bush,” he said. “There’s nobody around to see you for miles.”
“Did you bring any toilet paper?”
He found a roll in his backpack. I really had to go bad, so I hurried behind a bush and squatted. When I came back, Greg had stripped off all his clothes. He had his dick in his fist, stroking it. His cock already was hard again, even though he had come mere minutes before.
“Baby, can you tell I’ve missed you?” he said. He gave me a sideways grin as I stood there in my boots, socks and panties, holding a roll of toilet paper in one hand.
I always had been a little afraid of having anal sex for the first time. I knew that Greg never would hurt me, but the idea of taking his big dick up my butt was scary anyway. Greg had asked me to let him fuck me in the ass a few times before when we were in bed together. When I said that I didn’t think I was ready for that kind of intercourse, he never made a big deal out of it. Still, I knew he wouldn’t want to keep being told “no.”
As I stood in that clearing facing Greg, I came to a decision. I loved sucking his cock, letting him eat me and opening my legs for him to fuck my little pussy. I decided it was about time for me to break through that one last barrier that stood between me and my complete womanhood. I would give him what he wanted.
“Are you sure that it won’t hurt?” I asked, unable to hide my nervousness. His cock looked huge. I couldn’t imagine how it possibly could fit inside my tiny, virgin butthole.
“I brought plenty of lube with me,” Greg said. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop if you tell me to. But I don’t think you’ll want me to stop. Just like you didn’t want me to stop the first time I fucked your pretty pussy. Remember?”
I felt myself turning red. He knew how much I loved it when he fucked and ate my pussy. I had to trust that he would be right about this, too.
I bit down on a fingernail. Then I stepped onto the sleeping bag where he was standing. I turned my back to Greg and got down on all fours in front of him, with my butt raised high.
“Pull down my panties, Greg,” I whispered. “Make love to me the way you’ve always wanted. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
I felt him gently easing my small panties down my hips. He left them around my knees. He spread my butt cheeks. I shyly clenched my anus shut tight. I knew Greg had seen my butthole dozens of times before that day, but this was different. Today he was going to put his cock inside it. I felt like a virgin all over again.
I concentrated on letting it ease open. I heard Greg gasp behind me as he watched that happen. “That’s beautiful, baby,” he said. “Just beautiful.”
He unscrewed the top of a tube of lube. I looked back and saw him squeezing some onto his fingers. He used those fingers to rub lube all over my tender asshole. One of his fingers dipped inside me. I clenched down on it as it fucked in and out. It felt strange, but kind of good.
Greg was breathing heavily as he squirted lube onto his cock and greased up its entire length. He got on his knees behind me. I felt the blunt tip of his dick sliding up and down my crack. For a second, I have to admit that I hoped he would stick it in my pussy instead of putting it in my anus.
But then I felt it pressing against the tight knot of my asshole. He pushed. My mouth dropped open as I felt the head of his dick stretching its way into my tiny tailhole. I grunted as he pushed deeper inside, then deeper. I knew Greg had a big cock, but at that moment it felt as if it had grown to twice its length–and twice its width too!
“Ohhhhhh,” I groaned, letting my upper body collapse onto my crossed arms on the sleeping bag. “Oh, my God. It’s so huge. It’s so fucking huge in my ass.”
“You’re doing great, baby,” Greg said. He was holding on to my hips. He pushed another inch of his hard-on up my ass, then another. When he was all the way in, I felt the head of his cock actually twitch, deep inside my guts. Then Greg started fucking me, sliding his slippery dick in and out of my incredibly tight back hole.
The two of us were groaning and grunting like a pair of forest animals in heat. I had expected to feel stuffed the first time I had anal sex, but this was about a hundred times more intense than I ever imagined. It was a completely different feeling from regular fucking, even if the mechanics were basically the same. I was totally focused on the feeling of Greg’s dick in my butt. Every other thought and emotion of mine had been shut down. I was nothing more than a living sheath for my man’s hard, pounding cock.
I barely noticed when Greg reached around to finger my clit while he boned my ass. Subconsciously, though, my body must have registered what he was doing and responded. I soon felt my cunt start spasming with my building climax. When I came, I clamped down so hard on Greg’s dick with my asshole that he shouted and started spurting. His come was hot and thick. It seemed to be shooting all the way through my entire body.
Greg started to pull his cock out of my ass when he finished coming, but I reached back and held on to his hips. “Don’t, not yet,” I pleaded. “Leave it in just a little longer. I think I like it back there. I think I like it a lot.” I wiggled my butt against his crotch in order to emphasize the point.
Greg turned my face to the side and gave me a long, loving kiss from behind. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?” he said. He pushed his cock all the way back inside my asshole again, as deep as it would go, stretching me to my absolute limits.
“I may be new at this,” I said, trying to sound really slutty. “But it’s not like I’m some babe in the woods.”
Greg was fucking my butt again by then. He never had gone soft after he came. “Oh, yes you are,” he said. “You most definitely are a beautiful, sexy babe in the woods.”–T.N., Nashville, Tennessee
My boyfriend Shane is just the absolute best. He totally respected my feelings about not wanting to do any serious messing around and compromising my morals while we were still in high school. Until I changed my mind, that is. We have been for-real lovers only four weeks now, but I can tell that the two of us are going to be 2-gether 4-ever!
At first I had wanted Shane to wait until we were married before we “did the deed.” He was cool with that. Seriously! But since both of us were over eighteen when we started dating, it got pretty hard to keep sending him home with blue balls every night. I mean, I didn’t want him to develop a serious medical condition on account of me.
All of my girlfriends, and the bio teacher at my high school, said that guys who claim they might suffer lasting physical damage if they don’t get sex are only being deceitful. But I knew for sure that Shane was in actual pain after our make-out sessions.
“You’re so goddamned hot, Katie,” he had said more than once, usually while he was lying on top of me in my parents’ basement rec room when nobody else was around. “Can’t you tell what you do to me?”
I could tell, all right. I could feel how hard his big thing would get in his pants. Shane would kind of hunch his crotch against mine while we were down there in the dark. We kept the TV on to cover up the sounds we made on the squeaky convertible sofa.
The feel of his stiff rod rubbing against my cookie always gave me a funny, dirty feeling. It wasn’t exactly the same as when I rubbed my cunny with my fingertips to make myself feel good before I went to sleep at night. When I played with myself, I did not have any urge to stick something in the wet little place between my legs. Rubbing my puffy mound was enough to satisfy me.
But when Shane rubbed the crotch of his jeans against mine, and I could feel how hard his penis was through the denim, all I could think about was letting him put that big, stiff erection inside me. He would put his tongue in my mouth and practically take my breath away as he ground against me. That always made my nipples amazingly hard. I wanted to be stuffed full of his penis at those times. I knew that was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
Still, I managed to keep my desires under control, and so did Shane. Finally, though, the night came when he shared his true feelings with me.
“At least suck it a little,” he said. “I gotta get off tonight, or I think I’ll die.”
I felt an obligation to keep Shane from going home in misery again. Any girl who says she loves her boyfriend should be willing to ease his suffering, shouldn’t she?
“Well, I don’t guess that using my mouth would technically count as sex,” I said. “But are you sure you won’t think less of me if I do that?”
Shane reached for the front of his pants and undid himself in a hurry. “No way, Katie,” he said, breathing hard. “I totally respect you. Come on, let’s do it!”
I am proud to say that I never had seen a real, live penis before Shane took his out that night. I was not one of those nasty sluts who goes to bed with every guy she meets. This was different. Shane and I were in love, real love. That made everything we did good and pure and right.
Shane’s erection stood straight up against his body, kind of throbbing, like it had a pulse. I was a little bit surprised by it, considering how long and big around it was. I was glad that I would not have to worry about fitting it inside my virgin vagina for a few years, until we both had finished college and could get married. At least, that was what I thought at the time.
Shane held his penis in one hand, aiming it toward me. His testicles looked really big in the skin sac that hung underneath. I knew his balls must be filled with sperm and stuff. I wondered if maybe guys were like cows, who start to hurt if they don’t get milked on a regular basis.
“Come on and suck my dick, Katie,” he said, pulling on himself. The tip of his big penis was round and swollen, nearly purple. “Come on and suck me off.”
Those words might not sound very romantic, but the way Shane said them made me melt. I leaned over, opened my mouth, and put it around the head of his penis. He began thrusting his hips upward. His erection went so deep in my throat that I gasped in surprise. I backed off, stroking his stalk with one hand while I caught my breath.
He said, “I’m sorry, baby. I just got too excited. Come on, I won’t do that again. Really.” He looked so sexy, lying there with his penis all shiny with my spit.
I put my mouth back on him. I bobbed up and down his hard-on, being careful not to take too much. Even though I knew that this was not really sex–you know, not “sex sex”–it still felt really nasty and hot. I was getting warm between the legs. I knew I was wet down there.
Shane leaned back and closed his eyes while I sucked him. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve got to fuck you tonight, Katie.”
I looked up in confusion. “But what about all the things we said about waiting until our wedding night?”
He got a real sincere look on his face. “I feel like I’m already married to you, Katie. Don’t you feel that way about me?”
No girl ever has felt as cherished as I did at that moment. “Yes,” I whispered, glowing. “Yes, that’s exactly how I feel.”
“Then take off your pants for me.”
“All right, Shane.” I stood and unzipped my jeans. He helped me tug them down my hips. They were so tight that my cotton Calvin Klein panties came down with them.
Shane buried his nose in my bush. His tongue snaked out and licked my cunny. “You’re nice and wet,” he said. “I think you secretly like the idea of getting fucked tonight, don’t you?” I felt myself blushing.
He was right. I was all creamy between my legs, really turned on. I wanted him to fuck me. He pulled me onto the couch, spread my legs wide and went back for a longer taste. He rooted around between my cunt lips with his tongue, going really deep. I had to hold a hand over my mouth to keep my moans of pleasure from being too loud.
I heard myself saying, “Make love to me, Shane.”
He grinned at me. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Katie? I don’t want you doing anything just because of me.” While he was saying that, he was working two fingers in and out of my slippery hole. His thumb was flicking the sensitive little nub at the top of my slit. I was going out of my mind.
“Yes, yes, please,” I groaned. “Stick it in me! Hurry!”
He got between my legs. I felt the blunt tip of his penis probing up and down the slit of my sex. Then it was right there, right at the opening. I held my breath.
Shane plunged his thing inside my body with one thrust. I opened my mouth to cry out, but nothing escaped. Tears of joy ran down my face as he pumped his huge, thick cock in and out of my little opening. I became a woman at that moment. I was Shane’s woman, his wife in everything but the legal sense. And it felt good.
“I’m ready to come,” Shane said. “I can’t hold back.”
The next thing I knew, he had pulled his dick out of my vagina. It was spitting white gunk up onto my belly. There was a whole lot of it too. He was clenching his teeth and trembling. When no more came out, he stuck his penis back inside me for a few more thrusts.
His penis eventually went soft and slipped out of me. He left pretty soon after that.
I have heard vicious rumors since then that Shane has been having sex with other girls from school, but I don’t believe them. Every time he comes over, he says again that we are as good as married, right before he takes off his pants. That is true love, in my book. And that’s good enough for me.–K.N., Burlington, Vermont
What the fuck is it with guys and Korn? My stupid boyfriend Todd is so into that band that he is like a cult member or something. His bedroom is a shrine to everything Korn-related, with posters covering all four walls. The group’s logo is stuck on everything from his baseball cap to his backpack. And he’s not alone. It seems like most of the guys in my graduating class at high school are Kornheads. I don’t get it.
I probably would have ditched him for somebody with better taste in music by now if he didn’t have such a big, fat dick. Hey, we’re both eighteen, don’t get all agitated. We still both live with our ‘rents, but come summer, we want to get a place together and tell this whole shitty town to fuck off.
Last week I was over at Todd’s house. We were up in his room together while his mom was on her computer downstairs, as usual. Todd thinks she spends a lot of time in cybersex chat rooms. His dad split last year to move in with his secretary. Life’s a bitch.
So anyhow, I’m on my knees in bed, leaning way over to suck Todd’s big dick. He is sitting back against the pillows. He has that goddamned Follow the Leader CD going full-blast. My spread ass is facing the speakers, which are at the foot of his bed. The bass and drums are so loud that they are making my asshole throb. To be honest, it felt kind of good.
Todd and I have done just about everything in bed that two horny eighteen-year-olds can think up, which does not leave too much out. Except for one thing, that is. He could finger and lick my asshole all he wanted, but I always told him to keep that monster dick of his away from it.
Whenever he brought up the subject of sticking his boner up my butt, I would tell him to be satisfied with either my pussy or my mouth. He would pout a little, but he always got over it. Guys his age are not really too picky, so long as they get to come someplace.
That afternoon, though–with my asshole all tingly from the sound waves hitting it–I figured it was time to give Todd a treat. A couple of girls who worked with me down at the mall said that anal sex could feel pretty good, so long as the guy took things slow and used a lot of lube. It was time for me to lose my butt cherry.
I turned around on all fours and stuck my ass in Todd’s face. He scooted down between my legs and started licking my pussy. I scrunched my crotch down so my asshole was near his mouth. He got the hint. I felt his tongue circling my asshole, then dipping in.
After a few minutes, I reached for the tube of lube Todd keeps in his nightstand drawer. His dick is so big around that we need it sometimes to fit him inside my pussy if I’m not super-turned-on. When we are in a big hurry to screw, greasing his dick is a lot quicker than wasting a lot of time on foreplay.
I used a lot more lube than usual, coating the whole length of Todd’s cock. Then I held his slippery dick upright, squatted over it and placed its head against my butthole. Todd’s eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen. I bit down on my bottom lip and slowly sat down on his bone.
Todd helped by holding onto my hips and making gentle thrusting motions up into my butt. I was sweating like a racehorse by the time he finally got it all in. His dick felt so big, it seemed to be going up my throat from underneath. I had never been so stuffed-full in my life.
I started bouncing up and down on Todd’s cock in time with the beat of the loud music, making my titties swing around on my chest. Todd reached up and grabbed them. He rubbed and tweaked my nipples. I felt like I must be the dirtiest slut in my high school. Shit, it felt good to have a dick up my ass. Those girls at the mall were right. This went way beyond normal fucking.
The music seemed to get louder and louder, reaching a peak at the same time Todd and I did. I came first, clenching his dick so hard with my butt that he had no choice but to shoot his load. I felt it spurting up my ass, one thick jet after another. I wanted it to go on and on.
The thundering song came to an end as I lifted myself off of Todd’s cock. I knew I never would be as big a fan of that particular group as Todd was, but I still had to admit that I really had enjoyed my first Kornholing experience.–L.A., Plymouth, Minnesota
It seems incredible, but I just lost my virginity this year at age eighteen, to one of my dad’s friends from work. I feel so sexy and dirty and horny about it that I had to write down every detail, while everything is still fresh in my mind.
My dad buys your magazine every month. He has no idea that I sneak looks at it when he’s not around. I really can’t believe that I finally have something I can write to you about, now that I have had sex for the very first time. I have changed the names in my story, so he won’t recognize me when he reads this.
Dad’s friend Eddie and his wife were over at our house for a pool party a few weekends ago. At first I was embarrassed by the way Eddie kept staring at me in my skimpy white bikini. My boobs are still on the small side, but my nipples really stick out a lot, especially when I have been in the water and they get hard. I knew Eddie could see the stubby points of my nipples through the cups of my bikini top.
When I was trying to decide whether to buy that swimsuit at the store, I had asked my friend Jessica if she thought it looked too slutty. She was probably the wrong person to ask, since she sleeps around a lot. Sure enough, she said, “There’s no such thing as too slutty. You are going to drive all the guys wild in that suit!”
The other place that Eddie kept looking was between my legs. My cunny always has bulged out a lot, especially after I started growing hair down there. These days, I use scissors every morning to trim myself while I sit on the toilet. But my thick lips still are so big they make a kind of pouch in my underwear. After my bikini bottom got wet, my lips looked even more obvious than when my suit was dry.
Once, when Eddie’s wife and my parents were looking away, Eddie did something that shocked me so much, I turned red. He was stretched out on a lounge chair beside the pool. He had one knee bent. He quickly tugged up one of the baggy legs of his swim trunks, so I could see his penis. He covered himself up again before anyone else noticed.
The sight of his thick, half-hard thing made me go tingly between my legs. I will never forget that sight as long as I live. Its head was big and round, with a narrow slit at its tip. The stalk was smooth and pink. Just thinking about it now makes me want to touch myself.
I had been on a few dates in high school by then, but they were with clumsy boys who were all hands. I didn’t even want to kiss them good night. Guys my age just did not do anything for me. But Eddie, with his manly body and rugged face and no-nonsense attitude, made me so horny that I felt my cunny getting all creamy inside after he showed me his thing.
While I was still frozen in shock, my mom accidentally broke a glass tumbler at the other end of the pool, cutting her hand. My dad and Eddie’s wife rushed toward her. Mom said it was nothing, but the three of them went into the house to clean and bandage the cut.
That was when Eddie made his move. He quickly got up and headed to the side of our house, beckoning for me to join him. By the time I went around the corner, he already had his trunks completely off. His big penis was in his hand. He stroked it and said, “I saw the way you looked at my cock. You want a taste of it, don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, staring at it. “I’ve never–”
“Better make up your mind quick,” he said. “We don’t have much time.”
The round head of his erection got bigger as he pulled on himself. I was so turned on that I felt like my juices were running down the insides of my thighs. I decided to forget about being nervous and just let my instincts take over.
I went to my knees on the grass. Eddie aimed his stiff penis at my mouth, pressing it against my lips. I opened wide and let it slide in. A feeling came over me that I can’t describe. I knew that everything in my life had changed forever now that I had let Eddie put his thing in my mouth. I was so excited and hot that my nipples and pussy felt electric. This was the feeling I had been waiting for all of my life.
Eddie groaned with pleasure while I sucked him. I could not take much of his penis in my mouth, only about half, but I made up for that by using my tongue a lot. Eddie’s pubic hair was thick and black and curly around the base of his erection, and his balls looked huge.
“I’ve got to fuck you,” he said, pulling his cock away from my face.
“What do you want me to do?” I said.
“Stand up, quick,” he said, and I did.
Eddie put his mouth on mine and Frenched me while he stuck a hand in my bikini bottom. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my cunny’s slit, then he pushed it inside me. I went weak in the knees.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he said, thrusting his finger in and out of my tight hole.
“Yes, oh yes,” I sighed.
“Then say it.”
I closed my eyes and moaned, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to be my first, right now. Please, please fuck me, Eddie.”
He turned me around and pushed my bikini bottom down around my knees, baring my butt. I leaned over and put my hands against the stucco wall of our house for support. I felt the big head of Eddie’s cock moving up and down my crack, then parting the lips of my cunny. It was right there, right at my opening.
I bit down on my bottom lip and waited for the thrust that would change me from a girl into a woman. I had heard that the first time could be uncomfortable, and maybe messy, but I at least thought I was ready. Eddie plunged the whole length of his cock up inside my body with one push. I grunted in surprise and actually felt faint. Eddie had a good grip on my hips with both hands, though, and kept me from falling. He pumped his huge penis in and out of my hole, really going at it.
After the initial surprise, I started to enjoy the sensation of his big erection in my tight hole. When he reached around and found the little nub at the top of my slit, I went from liking what he was doing to loving it! His other hand pushed up my bikini top, baring my small breasts. He cupped one of them in his hand and gently tweaked its nipple, which felt absolutely amazing.
We heard the screen door at the back of the house slam. That meant somebody had come outside again. Eddie whispered, “Goddamn it!” He pumped me faster.
He must have been hitting me in just the right spot, because I started coming. I tried to be as quiet as possible, letting out little whimpers of pleasure between my teeth. I felt my cookie throbbing and squeezing Eddie’s penis harder as I climaxed. He groaned, went in deep and stayed there while he spurted out his stuff.
My parents and Eddie’s wife gave us funny looks when we reappeared from around the corner of the house, but nobody said anything. Eddie and I made plans to hook up later in the week at his house while his wife was away. That’s where I had my pussy eaten for the first time, which felt so good, I never wanted him to stop.
A surprise bonus of our relationship was that Eddie began giving me presents, like pretty panties and really sexy shoes. Sometimes, after we have been together, he just gives me some cash and tells me to “buy something nice” for myself!
I’ve compared notes with some of my girlfriends who also like to date guys who are as old as their dads. They say their lovers are just as generous as Eddie. As far as we are concerned, that old slogan “Don’t trust anyone over thirty” should be changed to “Don’t fuck anyone under thirty!”–M.T., Santa Monica, California
My guy Gary has this thing about my butt. Specifically, he has this thing about wanting to fuck it.
What is it with guys and that area, anyway? It’s not like we girls don’t have a perfectly good hole around front for them to stick their dicks in. Don’t they know the difference between an exit and an entrance? God! My last two boyfriends were exactly the same way.
I should mention that I only date older guys, usually guys in their late twenties. You would think that having a sexy eighteen-year-old girl’s pussy to fuck would be enough for any man that age. Not to brag or anything, but I mean, come on! We’re hot!
Girls my age know that we are every guy’s idea of perfect. We are tight, firm and full of energy. Also, we are young enough that guys can kid themselves thinking how sweet and innocent we are. “Oh, mister, what is that big, hard thing sticking out of your pants! I’ve never seen one of those before! Are you sure it will fit inside my little tiny pussy?” Get real!
Anyhow, just like Gary, those other boyfriends kept bugging me to let them bone me in the butt. Nothing I said would get them off the subject. I called them sick. I asked if they were queer. I said that I had just eaten jalape o three-bean chili with onion sauce. None of that mattered. They still would beg me to let them stick their dicks up my ass.
Hey, I’m not going to kid you and say that I didn’t like a little attention back there now and then. If one of those guys was fucking my pussy and decided to dip a finger in my asshole at the same time, I never complained. I kind of enjoyed getting probed that way, to be honest. But there is a big difference between a finger and a dick. I didn’t like the idea of stretching something the size of a Cheerio to the diameter of a toilet-paper roll. Which is a pretty good analogy, when you think about it.
They kept insisting that I would love the feeling. One of them asked me if he could stick a dildo up my butt so I would have an idea of what I was missing. No, thanks!
The other guy said that he had not met a girl yet who did not end up enjoying anal sex. Like that was going to turn me on–the idea that he had stuck his dick up other girls’ asses! Gee, way to make a girl feel special!
Long story short, I eventually told both of those guys to fuck off. Then I met Gary. Things went great for us at first. He was a real champ at pussy-eating, for one thing, which counts for a hell of a lot in this girl’s scorebook. Any guy who will get down there without being asked, and who will stay down there until I’ve come, definitely gets a gold star. And Gary could stay hard forever!
But sure enough, the night came when he told me he wanted that “little something extra.”
We were at his place. I was on top of him in 69 position, naked, sucking his dick while he ate my pussy. I knew what was coming when I felt his tongue wriggling its way toward my asshole and starting to flick around. Still, I wasn’t about to tell him to stop. If you’ve ever been in that situation, you know why. The sensation of having a tongue licking your butt crack is sheer heaven.
Then something new happened. Gary made his tongue real stiff
and pushed it inside my asshole, actually going right in. That was a new one! I know that I have not been having sex very long, so I don’t really have all that much experience, but none of my other lovers ever got that wild. They usually just circled my butthole with little butterfly kisses. Or maybe I should say “butt-erfly” kisses.
But Gary was going at my pooper like he was eating my pussy. He probed inside my asshole with his tongue, fucking it in and out. He was holding my cheeks apart with both hands. He had formed a seal around my winky with his mouth. When he started sucking my butt, I thought I was going to come!
“Oh my God,” I sighed. “God, that feels good.”
Knowing that he had me right where he wanted me, Gary said, “How about letting me put something a little bit bigger inside this pretty little hole? Something nice and long and thick.”
So, okay, I was in a good mood. I figured if anybody ever had earned the right to take my butt cherry, it was Gary.
“Have you got any lube?” I asked. Hey, I read magazines like Penthouse Letters, so I know the drill when it comes to girls who take it up the butt.
“Yep.”
“And a rubber?”
“Yep.”
“And do you promise to go slow?”
“I promise.”
“Well–okay. But you’ve gotta stop if I tell you I don’t like it.”
“Oh, you’ll like it, all right.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Did I seem like the kind of skanky chick who liked getting fucked in the butt? What was that all about?
I decided not to give him any shit about his remark. He got up on his knees behind me, placing both of his big hands on my rump. I felt really exposed and naked when he held my butt cheeks apart. Once a guy has seen a girl from that angle, there’s not a lot of mystery left, that’s for sure.
“Take a deep breath,” he said. I took a deep breath. I felt the blunt tip of his hard-on press against my asshole. He pushed it in a little. It felt huge.
“Open up for me,” he said. “Try to make your asshole relax.”
I concentrated on making myself less tense back there. I felt my butthole flower open a little.
“That’s the way,” Gary said. He pushed some more of his dick inside me, then even more. I forgot to breathe. The feeling was pretty overwhelming.
“Is it all the way in yet?” I moaned.
“About halfway,” he said.
Halfway! Jesus! I already felt like I had a foot of cock up my ass. Gary began doing some back-and-forthing, working more of his dick in. I broke out in an all-over sweat. This went way beyond fucking. Let’s just say that what he was doing definitely had my undivided attention.
I let out a long, low groan as Gary pushed the last inch or so of his hard dick in my pooper. I could tell that he was all the way in because I could feel his ball sac resting against the lips of my pussy. He held that position and let out a long sigh.
I remembered to breathe. My whole body was trembling with pleasure. I was so crammed full that I felt as if I had just sat on a bowling pin. When Gary started fucking in and out of my ass–slowly at first, and then faster–I had to reach between my legs and rub my pussy. That’s how turned on I was.
“Do it,” I said between my teeth. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it like you’ve always wanted to fuck it!”
Gary really slammed his dick in and out of me after that. I felt like he was turning me inside out. The friction made my asshole feel like it was on fire.
Why the hell had I waited so long to try this? This was the most fucking incredible feeling on earth! I felt like apologizing to those former boyfriends for being so damned stupid. How was I supposed to know they were not lying when they told me I would like this kind of sex as much as they would?
Gary gave a loud moan and went balls-deep in my ass again. I felt his cock throbbing, spurting his thick come, filling up the tip of his rubber. I rubbed my pussy harder to make myself come at the same time. I cried out, and I nearly blacked out. I collapsed on the mattress in a sweaty heap, as limp as a rag doll.
Okay, so I learned my lesson. Now I am at the point where I actually prefer butt sex to the regular kind. Gary has no complaints, that’s for sure. He can’t get enough of my tight little eighteen-year-old ass.
And you know what? I think I am going to call up those former boyfriends of mine. I’ll show them that I am not as much of a tight-ass as I used to be–in more ways than one!–V.N., West Hartford, Connecticut
Donna is such a total slut, I swear to God. At the beginning of our senior year, in sociology class, she signed our high school’s chastity pledge right along with me and a bunch of the other girls we hang out with. The pledge said that all of us would remain virgins until our wedding nights.
So what happened? The weekend after Donna’s eighteenth birthday, she let half the football team fuck her while her parents were out of the house. Okay, so maybe it was only three guys who fucked her, but what mattered was the principle of the thing.
When I confronted her, she said that all bets were off as soon as she hit the big one-eight, as far as she was concerned. She called me a naive little girl, even though she was only a month older than me. What bugged me more than her breaking her promise was the fact that one of the guys who had nailed her was a guy that I had hoped would ask me to the prom. What a bitch she is! God, I just hate her!
My own eighteenth birthday rolled around last week. I had really mixed feelings about the occasion. I liked finally being an adult, sure. But I wondered if Donna might have been right to break that stupid chastity pledge. I felt like maybe I was being a tight-assed prude by denying myself the kind of fun that Donna was having.
After I showered and dried off the next morning, I stared in the bathroom mirror for a long time, doing some very heavy thinking. I had woken up early enough that I had plenty of time to get to school. Plus the door was locked, so I didn’t have to worry about my parents or my kid brother busting in on me.
All I had on was a fresh pair of white cotton panties. I smoothed my hands down the sides of my body. I was better-looking than Donna, easy. Neither of us had very big boobs, but mine had a lot nicer shape, the way they kind of curved out from underneath. I stared at them awhile. I cupped my breasts from underneath with both hands, pushing them up.
I had seen guys checking out my boobs plenty of times. I knew that all of them wanted to fuck me. Why shouldn’t they? I looked pretty great, if I did say so myself. I hunched my shoulders forward and pressed my breasts together, forming some really impressive cleavage. That asshole quarterback Richie probably had been fantasizing about me while he was screwing Donna on her parents’ bed. His loss!
I imagined his mouth on my tits, sucking them. I wondered how big his penis was. I rolled my stubby little nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, feeling them stiffen. They turned redder too. I felt beautiful and sexy and hot.
My pussy started feeling warm and tingly while I played with my boobs. I slipped a hand inside the thick elastic waistband of my panties, so I could touch myself.
Richie would just love to get a look at my pussy. I didn’t have much hair down there–not the kind of thick, springy bush that I saw between Donna’s legs whenever we changed for gym. What I had was more like the wispy, almost invisible blonde hairs on the backs of my arms. Unless you looked really close, you would think I still was completely bare.
I slipped a finger in my slit, thinking about that creep Richie. The button at the top of my pussy lips was like a hard little pea. I made circles around it with my fingertips. When I dipped my middle finger in my opening, it came out all wet and slippery. I pushed my finger in deeper. My hole was so tiny that I wondered how I ever would be able to fit a big, hard penis inside of it. If I had not been so pissed off at Donna, I would have asked her what it had been like to lose her cherry.
“Penis”–I repeated the word in my mind as I rubbed myself between the legs and tugged on my budding nipples. I wanted to see a real penis so much, a beautiful penis, a hard penis that would plunge inside me and make me cry out with pleasure. What I wanted was a penis of my own. I really, really wanted one.
I wanted Richie’s penis. I wanted him to fuck me and make me a woman.
I had to hold on to the edge of the bathroom sink to keep from collapsing when I started to come. I was glad that my family was all downstairs, where they could not hear the whimpering sounds I made. My fingers were soaked with juice from my hot, tender little pussy. My pretty boobs were covered in sweat, making them glisten. My panties were a mess.
That was when I made up my mind. I was eighteen years old, a mature adult woman. I was not going to live by some stupid chastity pledge that I had made when I was just a seventeen-year-old child. I threw back my shoulders and looked at myself in the mirror.
Watch out, Donna, you nasty slut, you’re about to get some real competition!–B.R., Laramie, Wyoming
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