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I tried a*** s** for the first time today. He has wanted me to do it for as long as we have been having s**. About 2 years. Once before, I got the nerve up to try but it hurt so bad, I stopped him before it even went in. Finally today, I laid on my side like the book suggested, and he put it in real slow and it hurt so bad at first, but after he got in and I learned to relax, it was OK. It was kinda strange because I was having orgasms but nothing was inside my vag. I have to admit it. It felt good after a while and I enjoyed it until he was ready to c**, then it started to burn because his c*** swelled inside of me, but after he came, it lubed things and it felt good again. Watch. That’s all he will wanna do now and I won’t be able to sit of poop.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.