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A Back Road Tale

"How one wrong move led to a life-long obsession"
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Out of all the taboos, anal sex is perhaps the oldest and most desired. If the word ‘taboo’ had a scent, it would be the ass. Forbidden in most cultures, accepted in some, it remains one of the hot topics of sex. We have been conditioned to think of it as wrong morally, that it’s a sign of dominance for men and degrading for women. Most people find it disgusting and unnecessary.

I, for one, disagree. I love anal sex! I love everything about it. The look of a shapely, curvaceous ass, the raunchy aroma, the intense sensitivity, and the anxiousness of the moment. When done right, there is nothing better than an anal orgasm. It’s an amazing feeling, and that’s the addictive pleasure I crave.

I didn’t always feel this way, however. I too once thought of anal sex as gross and wrong. Sure, it seemed great for the guys, but I didn’t see how it could be enjoyable for women. I just never saw the appeal of it. Were we meant to get enjoyment from our ass?

My views on anal sex changed after I met my husband. This is ironic because his dick is not the kind you would want to have pop your ass-cherry - way too much girth. But that is how I lost my anal virginity; to my husband and his massively thick cock.

We fucked like crazy the first two years of our marriage, never getting enough of each other. We enjoyed watching porn together, especially the scenes involving anal sex. It turned me on to see a sexy woman bent over, spreading her curvy cheeks, and taking a cock in her big, beautiful ass. We would talk about it, fantasize mostly, but agreed it would be impossible with the size of his cock.

I would occasionally talk dirty to him when we were fucking. I’d tease him, telling him I knew how badly he wanted to fuck my booty. Sometimes I would let him put his finger in my ass when he was going down on me, or I would let him give it a good licking, but that was as far as it went. Until that one day.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. Fourth-of-July weekend, Rob and I spent the day at the beach. The following day was the actual holiday, we were going to our friend’s house for a barbecue to celebrate. We wanted to take advantage of the time alone together.

It was a perfect summer day. I wore my watermelon-print bikini, skimpy and tight on my young, tanned body. My firm breasts peeking out of the top, my ass cheeks swallowing the bottom. My curves were on full display and I felt sexy. My husband wore his black trunks. His broad shoulders and thick legs always drew me in. The man looked even better with fewer clothes on.

Once we arrived at the beach, we laid down some towels, rubbed lotion on each other, and talked for a bit. I had filled our cups with vodka and orange juice so we could sneak some booze on the beach. Laughing and flirting with each other as we sipped our drinks and took in the scenery. After a while, Rob grabbed his surfboard and headed toward the ocean to catch some waves.

I kicked back in the sun and smiled at the guys who would walk by and check me out. I was getting worked up by the attention and could feel the dampness between my legs. Seeing all the skin on the beach had me in a playful mood. I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, fantasizing about all the hot guys there taking me without warning. Passing me around as they gang-banged me, using all my holes and leaving me covered in cum. Now, I was ready to leave and fuck my husband’s brains out.

When hubby finished his surf session, we decided to leave. We got into his truck, and I leaned over, taking his cock out of his trunks.

“Oh, really?” He asked, surprised.

“Mhmm,” I hummed as I lowered my head into his lap, and took his dick into my mouth as we drove off.

I moaned, slurped, and sucked on his beautiful cock the entire drive home. I felt his hand move gently down my back until it had slipped under my bikini bottom. His finger slowly moved down the crack of my ass to my drenched slit, parting my gushy lips, then back up to my inviting asshole. Back and forth, back and forth. I moaned louder, taking his dick deeper down my throat, squeezing his shaft harder. I wanted him to pull over and fuck me immediately, but I was enjoying giving him head too much to stop.

“Hey, we’re almost home,” he said as he pulled his hand away from my backside. “Babe, you need to stop.”

“Ugh,” I grunted in frustration.

I took his hard cock out of my mouth and sat up as we turned onto our street.

“I’m going to need a minute,” Rob said, looking down at his cock as it tried breaking through his swim trunks.

“Sorry!” I laughed.

After getting back to our place, we both hopped in the shower to cool off, our skin baking from the sun. My cunt was still wet from his fingers teasing me. We soaped each other up and made out as the water danced over our bodies. I grabbed his cock and jerked it, his hands grasping my ass, pulling me closer. We were starved for each other and the anticipation was making me ravenous.

We got out of the shower and decided to leave our clothes off. Rob pulled a joint out of the dresser drawer.

“I forgot I had this,” Rob grinned. “This is some great weed... Want to get high?”

“Hell yeah!” I squealed.

Weed was hard to come by back then, and we couldn’t afford it anyway, so finding this was a gift! We could get high and have hot sex. I was already warm and relaxed from hours in the sun and horny from the ride home. Getting stoned would make me feel even better.

We shut the blinds but left the windows open to air the place out. Rob lit the joint as we sat naked on the couch, giggling like idiots. He passed it to me, and I took a few hits.

“Careful babe, this stuff is top-notch,” he said.

“I’m fine,” I said, as I coughed my lungs out.

After the pot kicked in, I decided to pop a porn videotape in the VCR. I sat back on the couch, Rob and I ambushed each other, the high making us tingle. We made out, our lips melting together, the delicate taste of ripe carnality.

Our kissing became more aggressive; our hands searched each other’s bodies freely. As he sucked on my neck, I turned my head to watch the gorgeous big titted blonde sucking a nice, fat cock on the television. Her moans and the sounds of her slurping on his dick were making my pussy wet. The pot had me feeling so relaxed and turned-on at this point. When the guy in the porno called her a “dirty cock-sucking-slut,” that ignited my fire for my husband’s glorious meat.

I pushed hubby away and reached for his dick, flipping my hair to the side as I took his fat cock in my mouth. I loved how it filled me, stretching my lips around it. I gripped it hard and stroked it slowly, feeling it grow, swirling my tongue around his head and around his shaft as I sucked it. The pot amplified the warmth of his skin. His cock was like a hot meal, and I couldn’t stop feasting.

He was semi-hard when I pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped my face with it. I loved doing that; it made me feel so slutty. After beating myself with his heavy dick, I looked him in the eyes as I took it all in. He thrust his hips off the couch, slamming his cock into the back of my throat. I choked and gagged, gasping as I came up for air and then taking him in my mouth again. He grabbed a handful of my hair with his hands and fucked my pretty face without mercy.

After abusing my mouth, Rob pushed me on my back onto the couch. I knew what he wanted. I spread my legs open and pulled them up to my shoulders. Rob spread my lips wide and moved directly to my clit. His tongue felt cool on my burning pebble, making me shiver. I turned to the television; the slutty blonde was on all fours getting her ass hammered. Seeing that cock work in and out of her asshole got me even more excited. My clit pulsed with yearning.

I grabbed my husband by the hair and lifted my hips, pushing his head down.

“Eat my ass, baby,” I commanded.

He paused, looking up at me devilishly, staring as his tongue circled my ring. I closed my eyes, letting him tease my ass, licking it, his finger near the entrance. I was getting into it more than I ever had before. The feeling of his breath, his tongue, the anticipation of seeing if he would put his finger in it or not. I was insatiable.

I pulled away, turning over on all fours on the couch, and looked over my shoulder, “I said eat it, not play with it.”

He gripped my cheeks and spread them wide, his tongue plunging into my dark hole. I rocked my head up and arched my back, pushing my ass back on his tongue. I could feel him licking inside my ass. My pussy was soaking wet and begging to get fucked.

“Come, fuck me!” I shouted.

Rob got behind me and grabbed my waist. The head of his cock plowed into my hungry cunt. That wanton smile rose to my face; it always felt so good when we fucked, and he knew just how I liked it.

With one foot on the floor and the other on the couch, he hammered away at my pussy. The porn star’s screams from the television bellowed through our apartment in sync with the sound of our flesh slapping together.

I shut my eyes and held onto the arm of the couch as the orgasms began flowing through me. My cunt was soaked with enjoyment, even so, I wanted more. While he continued to fuck me, I turned to see the girl in the porn getting her asshole reamed. It made me feel naughtier, nastier.

I turned and pulled away, pushing my husband back on the couch. I grabbed his shaft and got on my knees in front of him. I sucked his dick like a cum-coated lollipop, devouring the juices that had marinated his cock.

With a coy look, I straddled his lap and grabbed his cock, running it along my pussy, up to my ass, as I slowly worked my hips. I bit my lip and as I lowered myself onto the head, then back up, like a merry-go-round. The ultimate tease.

Now maybe I was too high, too relaxed, or too lost in the moment, but I lowered myself too quickly, and he was in my ass. I immediately froze. He could see my eyes widen, my mouth was agape.

“Is that your ass?” He asked, surprised.

I nodded slowly. “Hold on, don’t move.”

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hands on his shoulders. I pushed myself lower onto his cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was even more amazed when I realized how good it felt. No pain, no discomfort, just pure pleasure roaming throughout me. My tight little asshole engulfed his thick cock.

Moving my hands from his shoulders, I grabbed his face and kissed him, as I picked up the pace until his cock filled my ass. In a soft rhythm, I rode his enormous cock while our tongues sparred passionately.

Breaking our kiss, I threw my head back, my hands on his chest now, my ass grinding on his cock.

“Fuck babe, this feels awesome,” I purred.

“Yeah, it does,” he moaned in his deep voice.

Leaning forward, I placed one hand on the back of the couch. My other hand moved to my clit, rubbing recklessly while I felt the pressure building between my legs; I was about to orgasm.

My body trembled in weakness. I tried to scream but could only gasp. I exploded all over his lap. My cum rushing out, my eyes filled with tears, I laughed hysterically. Not only did I lose my anal virginity, but it also made me squirt. We both laughed in astonishment.

“Can you believe I squirted?” I asked him, giggling.

“I can’t believe we got it in,” he said with a chuckle.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. I want more, and you need to cum,” I said, grabbing his hand.

Crawling onto the bed slowly, I playfully got on all fours, leaning my head down and spreading my cheeks open.

“Now fuck my ass,” I demanded, looking over my shoulder.

He smacked his dick on my puckered little asshole. I felt his strong hand on the small of my back as he pushed the head in. I didn’t tense up at all. If anything, I welcomed his cock without hesitation. I moaned into the mattress as I felt his groin pressed against my cheeks, signaling he was all the way in.

I clenched the sheets when I felt his hands grabbing my waist. He moved out slowly, then back in. I arched my back, raising my hips, begging for his cock to demolish my innocent ass.

“Harder!” I begged.

His grip on my waist got stronger, his thrusts deeper and faster. My screams were unintelligible. I was holding onto the sheets for dear life. Our lust had become unhinged.

I was in a daze, it seemed too good to be true. The feel of his cock filling my ass was nothing I had ever felt before. My entire body was ignited with orgasmic ecstasy. I was floating in a fantasy, lost in raw, primal euphoria. The juices sprayed from my cunt as he punished my asshole. I could barely stay on my knees, my body weakened by the intense orgasms.

“I’m going to cum!” He shouted.

With that, I promptly turned around and shoved my mouth onto his cock, jerking it furiously.

“Ohh,” he stammered.

Globs of cum filled my mouth and fell down my throat. I moaned with joy as I cleaned his cock of our naughtiness.

He collapsed onto his back as I continued pleasuring his dick. Twisting and stroking, I licked and suck his balls. Taking my index finger, I lightly traced his asshole while I sucked hungrily on his sack. I pushed my finger into his ass slowly as I put his cock back in my mouth, sucking up and down, stroking, finger fucking his ass.

“God, I’m going to cum again!” He shouted.

He grabbed the back of my head with his hands, fucking my mouth brutally. I went to work on his cock, driving my finger in his ass, eagerly waiting for more of his delicious milk.

Within seconds, I was swallowing my reward. I rose to kiss him, my body entangled with his. We were speechless, grinning at the experience we had just shared. It felt more like an erotic dream than a reality. It seemed to happen so effortlessly.

“That was incredible. I can’t believe how good it felt. And my orgasms lasted so long!” I said, laying on his chest as he twirled my hair.

“I still can’t believe it happened, but I’m fucking stoked that it did!” He laughed.

After that, I was obsessed. I wanted to learn all I could about anal sex. I asked my girlfriends questions about it, read books, and even listened to Lovelines, with Dr. Drew Pinsky and Adam Corolla at KROQ 106.7 on the radio. Hearing people talk about their experiences with anal and getting the medical aspect of it only fueled my passion for it.

Now, I would love to tell you that every anal experience was like that going forward, but it was a journey. As with any journey, there were wonderful, memorable moments, and moments I would sooner forget.

We tried again a couple of weeks later, and it was a disaster. He couldn’t get it in, even with lube. The pain was like burning glass. We couldn’t understand why it wasn’t as easy as the first time.

We struggled like this until years later when I figured out that I needed to be relaxed both physically and mentally. I needed to desire it as well, not just do it on a whim. I also learned that more length and girth equaled more elation. Sometimes we would go months without trying it. It was more of a special occasion type of deal, if everything went as planned.

When it worked, the orgasms were indescribable. The sensitive sensation, the exhilarating anticipation, the power I felt in allowing him to take my ass. Or the times I would allow another man to fuck my ass in front of him whilst they took turns with me. Even with other women, using a strap-on or dildo on me. Showing him I was the one in control, sharing my most treasured sexual gift, empowered me.

Something happened after I turned forty. Maybe it was my hormones going wild. Anal sex became a necessity, a thirst that I needed to be quenched. Not only could I take his cock comfortably now, the fucking was rougher, more intense. It was the need for these specific orgasms that fueled my desire.

It’s gotten to the point now that not only do I love a cock in my ass, but I enjoy one in my pussy at the same time. I thought anal orgasms were incredible, but orgasms from double penetration are a whole other level of sexual bliss. The helpless feeling of being in between two men as they ravage your cunt and your ass at the same time, the frenzied emotions, finally giving in and letting yourself go. There is no other feeling to compare it to.

My booty has become a big part of my sex life now. Having it licked, fingered, and fucked, is a routine not only with my husband and others but also alone with myself. I usually put a finger or a toy in my ass while I use my wand on my clit. It makes the orgasms more forceful.

Most of all, though, it’s the power that makes it so appealing. Knowing that men will do almost anything to have it because it is so rare to get. You have the choice to give it to them or not. Exposing yourself in the most vulnerable way, while having total control.

I know anal sex isn’t for everyone, and some who have tried it get no pleasure from it.

As for me, though, I am proud to be an anal-loving slut.

JustKim

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