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To the bad Muslim girl:

Young woman you must ignore the heathen infidels who write their foul comments and defy Islam. It is the duty of a woman to provide pleasure for her husband and to produce children. The stimulation that you experience by m*********** is to be confined only to marriage from i********** with your husband. That is why Islam honors women and liberates them from this temptation with the traditional procedure. You would not have this problem if you had followed the tradition.

Your father did the correct thing but was too easy with you. As you know, he should have continued to spank and inspect you.

You should ask your father for his guidance and assistance to help you be virtuous. His oversight will assist you, as you already understand. Implore him to continue the discipline to avoid your undesirable behavior.

You have disappointed your parents and tell him that you don’t want that to happen again. Praise be to Allah.

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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.