I Slept with His Cock in my Ass

I Slept with His Cock in my AssI stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The cool evening air having an immediate effect under my short dress and the omission of wearing a brassiere, having the a similar effect on my nipples, now hardening to the drop in temperature.’Excuse me’, was all he said, and as I turned he grabbed me and pulled me into the dark allay. I was so taken aback I never even shouted or attempted a scream.My face was up against the brick wall, and I can remember the smell of the green coloured growth as my face was forced against it. His breathing and the noises he was making made it obvious to me what he was doing to me, the sharp pain I felt on my clitoris as he tore my thong off, the rhythmic slapping noises against my naked buttocks told me clearly he was fucking me, and all I had to do was let him finish, and leave my with his semen.He ran off into the darkness and I did not bother to look in the direction he left in, he had successfully done the dirty deed, and the tell tale feel of his warm semen running down my legs, made me ache, between mine.Yes you might immediately slap the big ‘R’ onto that four lettered word, but you might be wrong, perhaps I was asking for it?I was just seven when I discovered the act of friction, by pure accident. I was in the swimming baths with my father, who was teaching me to swim, and during one of the rest periods, I stood to the side of the pool and had this wonderful soothing feelings, down there between my legs.I looked around and saw that everybody was having a good time, splashing around and because the feeling I was getting was under the water, I felt safe in enjoying it, no one could see.As it turns out it was one of the many jets of water feeding back into the pool, and I was standing against one of them, which was quite forceful against my swimming costume.So, in order to maximise this feeling I pulled my costume to the side and let it impinge directly onto my clitoris and I had what I assume was an orgasm, I was seven years old and completely clueless about sex or for that matter, what it was I was enjoying.However, unknown to me at the time, I was also standing by a small plate glass window, where people, can look into the pool underwater, and there was a man, who was a worker in the pool, had been standing there watching me, having my experience.When I left the pool with my father, we went into the shower room and this man was there in the shower, and he recognised me. Daddy left me to go get changed alone with this man, who waited a few minutes until he was sure he was safe, and he took his Eryaman Rus Escort cock out and began to masturbate as I stood there watching him.When he was about to cum, he came over to me and put his cock into my mouth, making me swallow all his semen.I stood, neither afraid or scared, while he left and came back with a huge lollipop of red candy, which he handed to me under the running water, and I licked to take the saltiness of his semen from my mouth.When I tried to explain to my father what had happened, he got angry and told me never to talk about it again. I saw that man again many times, and some of them were with my father, as it turned out, he was his friend, then I understood.When I saw him he looked gorgeous in his leathers, like a rebel, and all my friends wanted to have him. He was 25 or 26, a bit like James Dean, and we would all fall about pretending to be lovers, he would be the Arab Sheik, and us six girls would be his Harem Girls, for him to pick and fuck for the night.He lived opposite our house and I would see him messing about with his motor cycle. Sometimes I would stand by my open window, which he sometimes would look up to, when I was just wearing my underwear, not that I had much to show at f******n, and sometimes I would stand naked, with the warm night breeze caressing my nude body, masturbating, praying for him to look up and see me.I was touching myself every night and during the day now, going to school without my underwear and sometimes going into the boys toilet to spy on them through the holes behind the toilet rolls, always naked and rubbing myself when I saw their cocks peeing.There was this time when one boy, whom everyone thought was effeminate, came into the cubical next to where I was masturbating. I heard him and looked through the hole and saw the biggest cock I had ever seen, he was erect and masturbating into the bowl.I whispered and he turned and saw my mouth only at the hole on his side of the cubical. He put his cock into the hole and my mouth, and I sucked him, like I did the old man at the baths seven years earlier.Before long I was swallowing all this youthful semen in huge gulps, and hearing him moan out loud, then just like my first blow job, he was gone. I dressed and climbed out of the window and down the street and into the school as if just arriving. Later that day rumour had it, that there was another gay boy in the school, giving blow jobs in the boys toilets, that was it, laughable, but an end to my looking at the boy’s cocks.I was Sincan Rus Escort aching for the real thing now, as all the masturbation could not answer what sex was really like, so one night I plucked up the courage to go over to the man opposite (I considered him a man because of his age, 13 years older than I was) and ask him if he would fuck me.I pulled on a summer frock of thin cotton, one that allowed you to see my naked form with the sun behind me, and went across to where he was sitting on his doorstep.I was always a very practicable girl, exacting, precise and straight to the point. I went up to him and he watched my closely as I approached him, stopping in front of him, I simply said, ‘Will you fuck me and have my virginity’? I mean what red blooded male could refuse such a request from a f******n year old?’Can I fuck your ass as well’?I looked at him, ‘fuck my ass’, I never thought about my bum-hole being used for sex, so I replied with candour, ‘If you want to then yes’.I followed him upstairs to he bedroom, which was spartan to say the least, just a filthy mattress on the floor, not exactly a suite at the Ritz, to surrender your girlhood to a thug, but it was I who was begging to be fucked, not him, so beggar’s can’t be choosers, and I walked in.He was studying me as I stood there, probably trying to imagine what I looked like naked before I showed him, and lucky him, I was now lifting my dress over my head and I could hear the low exhale of his breath, he was looking at all my girly bits of sheer pleasure, even my hairless cunt, where he was going to put his cock into until he came, or so I thought.’Lie down’. He was undoing his leather belt as my knees buckled and opened to show my cunt, and as my back touched the dirty smelling mattress, I pulled my legs up and open to expose myself to him fully, that’s when his eyes focused on my tight tiny bum hole, his eyes widened and his cock shot straight up, this was what he wanted to penetrate and fuck.He fell heavily down onto the mattress between my open thighs, onto his knees, and I felt his erection slap my clitoris as he did so, the small exclamation I made, had him comment, ‘You like that, having your cunt slapped’?I did not answer, as I assumed he knew more than I did concerning sex, that’s when he took hold of himself and slapped my clitoris again with his cock, this time it felt a little warmer and nice, ‘Yes’, was all I murmured as he fell on top of me and went straight up inside me, I could feel him open my vagina from its f******n Etlik Rus Escort year slumber, as the tube of tight fleshy nodes parted then sprang back and gripped him with all the force I could apply to my cunt muscles.I swear I could feel him somewhere in behind my stomach, as he moved, by now my legs were drawn back until my knees were almost at my shoulders and my heels were nudging his buttocks, forcing him inside me with more urgency.Men don’t realise how a girl will react when something like their cock goes in deep, we say ‘No’, when the pleasure signals say ‘Oh my God, yes’, ever fuck a woman and feel her heels spur you on, in deeper, and harder.Our instincts tell us to be feminine, be innocent, but the feeling you get when being fucked cry out for more, some pain, so being spanked, or feeling the power a man imparts, when drawing his leather belt across your body, pain and pleasure, that’s the sort of girl I am, feminine blood for male semen, try putting you cum on a woman’s bum that is bleeding from a good caning.He grunted out loud when his cock would go in no further, he was bruising my cervix, the whole of my cunt was filled with cock and now being stretched lengthwise, ‘I can’t take anymore’, gasped with laboured breaths, two maybe three more times he tried, the bare minimum needed for him to posses me where he craved for, and so he pulled his cock from me, leaving me feeling empty and slightly disillusioned, but nor for long as I turned over and lay face down, feeling the length and girth of his cock between my cheeks, I swear I could feel the blood coursing through his cock, and my sphincter tightened at the thought it was about to be possessed.’Pull your arse cheeks open’, he hissed, as he fumbled with his tackle, ‘wider you fucking little horny cunt’, his voice was thick with malice and desire for my anus, and then I felt him push his finger into my mouth and draw my saliva down to my arse and force it into me.He did this about six times, each time pushing it up further, then deeper into my yielding mouth, where he swirled it around, making sure I ate and tasted what he drew out, being dominated like this is all part of sex, feeling your arse open up forcibly as a cock tears you asunder, ‘A girl always remembers her first lover’, don’t make me laugh, ‘I have never forgotten this guy, but only because he wanted my arse-hole for pleasure’.I was duly de-virgin-ised that night, back and front. I awoke the next morning with him still all the way inside my bum, where he fell asleep, on top of me, and as he the next day, everyday I see you, I will always say, ‘I slept up inside your arse for seven hours’, who else can say that?Thank you to all you wonderful readers who write an appreciative comment on my story telling, but please, do it here, not as an introduction in a message to me, my last story had more comments in messages than after the actual story, so I never really knew which story you were referring too.