Straight Female / 22
Recently Single
2 years ago I met the perfect man. He was divorced, no kids, owned his company and was well off. We had sex on our first date. I know, sluttish but I couldn't help it he was perfect. He was the 50th guy that I let fuck me and I didn't mince words and let him know everything about me including a bit sordid sexual history. He really didn't mind. Even though I'd had lots of boys and men I can't cum. Never have been able to do it, not even rubbing myself. It feels good and always kept me in dates but I just don't have orgasms.
After three months, and a month living together we were in Paris, in his apartment, an afternoon of wine, and romantic trysts in the park. We were in the apartment, balcony doors open, the sound of the river lapping against it's walls, the lights of the eiffel tower and the fireplace the only lights, I gave in and let him do anal sex to me. That was the one thing I'd never let a boy do to me. Doctors had put fingers in there and it hurt like hell. But, this was David, my love, my perfect man. I was on my stomach his 8, very thick inches up my butt with a decent amount of pain and he was slowly fucking me. I went with it, and soon he was asking me where his cock was, what he was doing to me. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty for him and quite frankly I felt dirty, he was doing the thing I'd resisted since I was young, in my dirtiest place. So I talked dirty. After all if that is what the love of my life wanted, why not?
"Your cock is all the way up my ass baby, up my dirty asshole"
"You're fucking my ass, I love you for it, you can do anything you want"
etc. etc. etc. for the 30 minutes before he blasted inside my butt, shoving it all the way up inside me. With the force with which he shoots, and he shoots the biggest loads of anyone I've been with, I figure his cum was getting a foot up into my butthole. I spent about 15 minutes in the toilet after that, with very little coming out of me. The same an hour later, then 20 minutes after that and finally I had most of it out of me. That night in bed he rolled me over on my stomach and lubed my butt again and he fucked me in the ass again. The next morning he did it again, but I was on my back missionary with my legs wrapped around him.
This became the norm for us, I guessed that because it was new for us he was doing it so much, and we'd eventually settle into normal sex routine and include anal as an addition sometimes. I was wrong. After two months, I asked about it, and why he never made love to me vaginally anymore. He would take BJ's sometimes but anytime he penetrated me it was in my butthole. His answer was that since I didn't cum it wouldn't matter where he fucked me. He would go down on me every time, but there was no need to differentiate pushing in my pussy or my ass.
So after 2 years of anal sex, huge, thick loads of sperm deep up my butt, sometimes in my mouth, even ass-to-mouth, and absolutely nothing inside my pussy except his fingers when he'd go down on me., and large dildoes and bottles when he wanted to play.
I left. It's been a month now and I still don't have "normal" movements in the toilet. My anal ring is protruding and puffy. Prompting an embarrassing set of questions from my OB.
I left David, the man of my dreams, the perfect man, and the perfect life. Just because I can't orgasm doesn't mean that I should have to endure getting my butt stretched for 2 years. Now, how do I explain my puffy asshole to the next guy I want to have sex with? How do I explain that I can take his hole hand in my pussy, without him thinking what a whore I am?
After three months, and a month living together we were in Paris, in his apartment, an afternoon of wine, and romantic trysts in the park. We were in the apartment, balcony doors open, the sound of the river lapping against it's walls, the lights of the eiffel tower and the fireplace the only lights, I gave in and let him do anal sex to me. That was the one thing I'd never let a boy do to me. Doctors had put fingers in there and it hurt like hell. But, this was David, my love, my perfect man. I was on my stomach his 8, very thick inches up my butt with a decent amount of pain and he was slowly fucking me. I went with it, and soon he was asking me where his cock was, what he was doing to me. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty for him and quite frankly I felt dirty, he was doing the thing I'd resisted since I was young, in my dirtiest place. So I talked dirty. After all if that is what the love of my life wanted, why not?
"Your cock is all the way up my ass baby, up my dirty asshole"
"You're fucking my ass, I love you for it, you can do anything you want"
etc. etc. etc. for the 30 minutes before he blasted inside my butt, shoving it all the way up inside me. With the force with which he shoots, and he shoots the biggest loads of anyone I've been with, I figure his cum was getting a foot up into my butthole. I spent about 15 minutes in the toilet after that, with very little coming out of me. The same an hour later, then 20 minutes after that and finally I had most of it out of me. That night in bed he rolled me over on my stomach and lubed my butt again and he fucked me in the ass again. The next morning he did it again, but I was on my back missionary with my legs wrapped around him.
This became the norm for us, I guessed that because it was new for us he was doing it so much, and we'd eventually settle into normal sex routine and include anal as an addition sometimes. I was wrong. After two months, I asked about it, and why he never made love to me vaginally anymore. He would take BJ's sometimes but anytime he penetrated me it was in my butthole. His answer was that since I didn't cum it wouldn't matter where he fucked me. He would go down on me every time, but there was no need to differentiate pushing in my pussy or my ass.
So after 2 years of anal sex, huge, thick loads of sperm deep up my butt, sometimes in my mouth, even ass-to-mouth, and absolutely nothing inside my pussy except his fingers when he'd go down on me., and large dildoes and bottles when he wanted to play.
I left. It's been a month now and I still don't have "normal" movements in the toilet. My anal ring is protruding and puffy. Prompting an embarrassing set of questions from my OB.
I left David, the man of my dreams, the perfect man, and the perfect life. Just because I can't orgasm doesn't mean that I should have to endure getting my butt stretched for 2 years. Now, how do I explain my puffy asshole to the next guy I want to have sex with? How do I explain that I can take his hole hand in my pussy, without him thinking what a whore I am?
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