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Anal Delights
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I had been seeing this guy for nearly two months, and we had recently
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started sleeping together. On night, after one passionate climax, we laid
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back to rest until our next entanglement. Unexpectedly, my lover turned
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over and asked if i'd let him have anal sex with me. The thought excited
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me immediately, as beforehand, I had only indulged in vaginal and oral sex.
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I said "All right, lets try it." and went to get the trusty old jar of
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vaseline. I wanted plenty of lubrication to ease the pain.
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The thought of what was to come had him fully erect, so I applied the
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jelly to his penis myself, stroking it as i did so. I wiped off my hands
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and then got back on the bed on all fours with my ass sticking up for him.
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He rubbed some of the jelly on and around my anus as well, and then got in
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position behind me.
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Teasingly, he slid his penis over my pussy and ass. I couldn't wait
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for it any longer, the suspence was killing me. I begged him to give me
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his meat. Slowly, gentily, he eased all seven inches of himself into my
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rear entrance. I had never felt him this hard. The friction inside the
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walls of my ass stung, but the excitement of the moment more than made up
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for it.
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I balanced myself on one hand so I could rub my clit as he loved me.
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He started pumping, slowly at first, but soon with greater momentum. I
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fondled myself harder, trying to ignore the discomfort, and think about
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the extasy.
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After several minutes, he asked me if he could speed up. I replied
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"Yes". As his thrusts became harder, he started to groan slightly. I
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could no longer keep my ballence on one hand, so I gave up my orgasm so he
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could get the full benifit.
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I could tell that he was quickly approaching a climax as his moans
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became grunting noises. Again he sped up, this time without my concent.
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I knew he was beyond speach.
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By this time, I was used to the friction, and it became only one of
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many sensations I was feeling. The whole eroticism of the situation had
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taken over my thoughts and I let myself go completely. I too started
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moaning with each new thrust. Soon he was going as fast as he would have
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if he had been penetrating my vagina. He was pumping faster than I could
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moan, and so my moans turned into a half scream every few seconds.
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Finally, after a full ten minutes, he started moaning louder than I
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had ever heard him. His thrusts became uneven and I could slightly feel
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his seed ejaculating inside of me. We both collapsed on the bed, spent.
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It was one of the great variation experiences of my life. But I must
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admit that I couldn't sit down for quite a while afterwards.
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