My first year was with my first.

Let me eat your ass, come on! I'm naked washing in the booth, and it was my cousin who is also nude asking for a millionth time covetously stroking my fleshy round ass. You're not giving up, are you? Your husband never wanted to get in that ass? You tried and you wanted to, but it hurt so much that I gave up. - It hurts because he doesn't know how to eat an ass. Gay men do, a lot of women give and like it. There goes who will have sex. If you do well does not hurt no. Only hurts a little bit the first time. You'll enjoy, I guarantee! - Does your wife? - You know Valerie, she's a square girl who climbs out of necessity. This kind of conversation I had several times with Gustavo, my cousin. Whoever read the previous story knows how we became lovers. It was his wife who complained about "the big thing" him that he is very sickly. Very different from my husband who seems a bit nauseous and almost does not look for me in bed We got out of the bathroom and went to bed -- motel bed, our nest for hiding from prying eyes; I lay with my ass up on both elbows leaning against a tree trunk watching porn on TV. My dark brown hair contrasting with the one on my list, a little white... fake skinny, thick thighs and pointy ass... mature, all over it... medium breasts and face that says handsome but because I'm married I can't show. Gustav was not indifferent to the hard, swollen phallus with a thick anatomy that bothered his wife who liked it by filling me whole when I went deep and made me open my mouth wide enough to put him inside her. We always had oral sex, me on him and then he on me that would leave my little mouth soaked to the point of spilling ready for a roll of hot, thick, lumpy meat only this time it was different. I'd lick my tongue causing strange, different sensations. The rough and moist language would circle around the little button and then go deep into the bowels of my asshole. I didn't even notice when he had taken a condom and gel bag. He capped his index finger, lubricated it with gel, poured on the ring in his butt and stuck his finger inside. I gave him a twitch to the hip, whether from discomfort or unusual action. - What are you doing? Just feel it, okay? You'll see how good this is. The finger went in and out. More gel, then the middle fingers and forefinger -- it just played like that without saying anything; I'm just surprised by letting go of what happened. It was now three fingers, middle finger, forefinger and ring finger. lt went in and out until it was pleasant. The only thing that wasn't good is when he spread his toes apart, widening the anal walls. He poured more gel on the inside, he grabbed me by my waist to make it a four and without asking I was trying to get angry. When he pushed, it would slide out... and that's how it went-- put in the little inside of me, pushing. I didn't know what to do, whether to let him or not. To be honest with you, I even wanted a little bit of it so that I could see how he was feeling and on the other hand my fear of pain scared me more than anything because his stick was thick -- very thick; It's not gonna work, Guto. Let me just give you a little bit to feel what it's like, so I can get in that tight ass. He dropped his mouth on my ass again, working with the tongue. With it he kept pushing saliva in there to increase lubrication. It seemed possessed like a dog licking the female desperate to impregnate her. The feeling was quite crazy that stumbled my reasoning. Once more I wanted to give up: That's where it hurts. My cousin was already whispering in my ear: - Look, Helo. If you relax it won't hurt no. Let's do this: I hold the stick and you will be pushing your ass backwards. So you control. You'll see that doesn't pain no. To enter just a little bit, okay? I was hesitating. I didn't think I could take it anymore, and part of me wanted to keep going, but he also insisted: - Just a little bit, will you... I was pushing my ass backwards, forcing myself to meet him... and you could feel the difference in diameter of the hole that he would get with the thickness of his torso trying to fit through it. Our eyesight even darkened! I let out a scream of pain. I don't know if it burned more, or was burning or hurting. Guto had forced and entered quite a bit. It was all at once. I struggled trying to escape and he held tightly. The more I moved, only did the stick that was stuck right, force the sides of his ass. He tried to calm me down: Relax and breathe. I wanted it to stop and already crying, begged: It hurts too much. He didn't seem to listen, and without answering my pleas he just kept her motionless in his coarse phallus. All right, it's just a little bit in there. We were like this, me on all fours with my ass caught in the roller... standing still. It seemed to be an eternity for me. The folds rattled as if they had been torn off. The pain came sharply. I didn't even notice that it was diminishing in intensity. The bastard increased the pressure, making the rod go deeper and deeper into my flesh. You said you wouldn't take any more! Just a little bit more, you're very tight. I got into the conversation of "Just a little bit more...I'll take it out"... and penetrated deeper. Sometimes it hurt harder, and I would let go of my 'Aye-ay! It started to sink in slowly, deeper and deeper... it must have all come through because I could feel his balls hitting the lips of my cheek... that ardour caused a strange pleasure never felt before. It made me want to play a siren song, but I didn't have the heart to do it because I had lost track of how long he was eating my ass and making himself comfortable beating his way into everything. I'm going to make fun of you! His hands gripping my hips, clutching like claws until he struck the deepest blow yet and stopped completely I felt a burst of gala filling up my ass flooding in with splashes that came out every time his cock pulsed Completely surrendered, I let myself fall on the bed with him behind me releasing all his weight upon me. So for a while longer I was impaled; I couldn't even move. The stick must have softened somewhat. My burning neck helped to expel the invader. When the head came out it was only relief. It kept blinking without stopping. I walked half crooked to the bathroom. While walking, I still felt pain. The warm gauze sliding down the drain and wet my groin. My ass looked like it was on fire. A hot burning that came from inside turned into a pain at the entrance. I can't imagine what must have become of the little button. Just one hole! My cousin is crazy to eat my ass again. I live in denial. He says that the second time it hurts a lot less. Almost nothing. I've been in this conversation once before. I know not. I don't remember the pain anymore. Whether it was so strong, or because of fear. Now my impression is that at certain moments it even tasted good. I am willing to try with my husband. His thing is much thinner. Or someone like this. It should be a lot easier for me. Was he really addicted? Thank you so much to everyone who is reading and voting on my stories. I'm sorry, but we have to go.