I’ll be straight from the start, I enjoy anal sex. I don’t prefer it to vaginal sex, but it is certainly a nice change of pace now and then. That said, I only have only had it with people I trust because not everyone knows how to do it right. I think the main reason other women are so scared of it and say they don’t like it, is they haven’t had the right teacher and don’t know how to communicate when it is causing them pain. Also, some men just don’t deserve it, because they want it to please themselves and don’t think of us, the receivers.

I became sexually active at a young age. My first real boyfriend was five years older then me and had been around some. We were together for nine months and during the time he introduced me to quite a bit. One of his biggest kicks was tying me up and I think it is because of him that I have such a submissive streak in me. I have been working since we split up all of those years ago to break that and be a little more balanced, but I easily fall into that role.

One weekend my parents were away. We typically would have sex at his apartment, because it was just easy - plus, my parents were uncomfortable with me dating a man so much older then me while in high school so he tended not to come around often. For the record, I think we were in love regardless of my parents insisting he was taking advantage of a naive teenager. I’m 21 now and think I am mature enough to look back on my life and recognize that I did care about him.

As I was saying, my parent’s were away and the chance to have a weekend of sex at my house was especially enticing. I have this weird bug that drives me to have sex in every room of a place I live in on every surface. I think it may be a territorial thing and “John” was happy to encourage it. This meant sex in my parent’s bed. I know, some of the readers my feel weird about that, but you need to understand my parents have a four post canopy bed and “John” had a think for ropes and straps, so it made more sense then my or my sister’s postless beds (yes, I did have sex in my sister’s bed - once - I also had sex on her floor - as I said - every surface. It’s a fetish I can’t kick; please don’t hold it against me. And before you ask, no, I am pretty sure she doesn’t know).

“John” never rushed into anything. He was a strong believer in lots of foreplay before sex. He enjoyed teasing me and only giving me half of what I wanted. He had me face down in the pillows, my arms tied up in front of me. My butt thrusting into the air. Two straps wrapped around my thighs making it so I had to stay on my knees and I couldn’t turn over. Two other straps wrapped around my legs and attached me to the post so I couldn’t move forward. I was pretty much stuck.

By this point we had been through a long session of foreplay resulting in me being strapped down. I was very turned on and couldn’t wait for him to slide his cock into my pussy. He commented on how wet I was and how hard my nipples were. He threatened to leave me there all weekend so when my parents came home the next day they would find me. He spanked me a little bit, not something I am always into, but occasionally the stinging feeling accentuates the pulsing between my thighs.

Then he said, “Today we are going to try something else.”

He pulled out his duffle bag full of toys, condoms, rope, scarves and other fun things and pulled out a tube of lube.

He crawled up next to me, petted me on the head and told me he loved me, and then said, “If you are willing, I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

I was a little nervous; I had heard awful stories about pain and how uncomfortable it was. But I trust “John” so I sucked it up looked at all of the straps and said, “I don’t think I have much of a choice.”

He laughed, kissed me and then said, “No, I guess not. Just let me know if you want me to stop, if it is too much.” Then putting on his false dominant persona said, “Not that you really have the option.”

Moving behind me I felt his tongue on my pussy. He pushed his finger inside of me and using my lubricant slid it up to my rosebud. As he sucked on my click and circled it with his tongue, he slowly pushed his finger in. I clenched tightly on it. I know I gasped. It didn’t hurt. He didn’t move it, just kept his finger there while he licked my pussy. I felt my self relaxing around his finger. Then he slid the finger out and I heard the tube of lube make a squishing noise. The lube was cold as he rubbed it around my puckered butthole. He pushed his finger back into me again, using his other hand to squirt more lubricant on me. He slid it in and out and I found myself enjoying the violation. I heard him stroking himself behind me, probably lubing up his cock. I felt myself relaxing more as he pushed in a second finger. This caused me to ache a little as my ass tried to reject. But I went with the flow, knowing it was what he wanted.

When I started to push back on his fingers he continued to fuck me with them for a little while, then, when he must have felt I was opened up enough he slid them out. I felt the head of his cock on my asshole.

“Be gentle,” I moaned. Then he pushed his head in me and stopped. It made me ache and I know I was tight around him. I regulated my breathing and then he pushed in a little farther. I let out a little “ow” as I felt some pain.

“Are you doing o-kay?” He asked me, I in turn bit my lip and slowly pushed myself backwards, signaling that I wanted more in me. I found myself unable to speak.

He responded by slowly pushing in until I felt his stomach and thighs against my ass. He paused some more, letting me adjust and then started to rock into me. I didn’t move anymore. I just let him build up movement while I became accustomed to his cock in my ass.

He squirted more lube to make sure it was nice and slippery and I felt a new sensation growing around my sphincter, radiating out to my ass cheeks and into my belly. I found myself pushing against him as my hole became looser - more relaxed.

I loved it and I so wanted to rub my clit, but my hands were tied. I couldn’t give my pussy any relief and it frustrated me and made me push against him harder.

His hands were grabbing my hips and I loved the sensation of his body slapping against mine. Then it happened. I felt him tighten up and then let out a grunt, and then inside of me I felt his cock pulsing as my insides filled up with his cum. We never had unprotected vaginal sex because I was too young to risk ruining my life by getting pregnant, but the feeling of him unloading his love juice inside me was overwhelming. Still inside me, I felt him start to unstrap me, when I was loose he flipped me over and placed his face between my legs. It felt so great to be so horny and have him sucking my clit.

I then felt his cum oozing out of me and then he slid his finger in my ass. Now he had two fingers in my ass, using his cum as lubricant. I felt dirty and slutty, but it turned me on so much.

“John” knew his way around a girl’s vagina very well and knew how to hit all of my buttons with his tongue. Soon I was orgasming, my slick asshole squeezing his fingers, my pussy on fire and fireworks going off deep inside me.

I consider myself lucky. “John” was the perfect man to have anal sex with for the first time, because he was respectful (even if I was tied up) and listened to me. We had it again many times.

For the record, I do not recommend having anal sex on a bed that is not your own. There are certain after affects if you are going to do so unprotected and allow your man to unload inside of you. We were able to get the comforter clean before they came home but…yeah…the shower is a good place to start. But always remember, safe sex is best.

This story was written for those that have visited my erotica blog and after reading Molly’s anal experiences inquired about my own.

It was two a.m. on a Saturday. We had spent the whole night under the full harvest moon playing in streams, drinking bottles of wine that painted our lips red, lying in the field listening to the breeze rippling through the wheat. It was like high school all over again.

Then the rain began, it was a pleasant rain and it tightly pulled our clothes to our bodies. I know you could see my full figure, my nipples hard from the cold. I wasn’t embarrassed about it, I had been gone for a whole semester and missing you every moment.

We ran through the woods and how far from home we were, we did not know. Slightly drunk on wine and love and sky we had lost track of our wanderings. The sky was darkened now, the full moon masked behind the clouds. We came across an old church and we were happy to find it unlocked.

The church was modestly decorated and showed signs of recent use. We didn’t care, we were wet and although it was summer, we were chilly.

“Ann,” you said to me as you lit the candles throughout, “take your clothes off.”

I was taken aback by the suggestion. I loved you with all my heart, but didn’t realize it until I left for school. We had been best friends before that and everyone always thought we should be together, but it was only leaving you for so long that made me realize how much I wanted to be with you. To be your lover and friend.

You stood on the raiser towards the front, next to the podium; you slowly unbuttoned your shirt.

“Your clothes, they’ll make you colder,” you grinned evilly, “only our body warmth can save us from certain death.”

I knew you were kidding, but I went along, “Oh yes, my dear Jeffery, the cold outside will surely give us both pneumonia if we don’t disrobe.”

As you placed your wet shirt on top of the organ, exposing your strong chest and farmer tan arms from days spent working in the sun, I start to unbutton my blouse. I bite my lip when you slide off your shoes and reach for your belt buckle.

“They say the best way to fend off frostbite is for two people to climb into a sleeping bag together and share body warmth,” you said to me.

I pulled off my top and for the first time stood before you with my modest breasts exposed. I was nervous and turned on at the same time. I had been with boys before, but no one I loved and here in the house of God, I felt like a born again virgin.

I said to you, as you slid you pants down below your knees exposing cute boxers, “then we will have to snuggle extra close.”

“We better hurry,” you said to me, pointing at my erect nipples, “you look cold.”

As I unzipped my skirt, I watched as a tent rose in your boxers. I stood before you, naked except for my cherry print panties, and you stepped forward and took me in your arms. I felt you muscles flex as your arms wrapped around me. Flesh to flesh; I thought I would melt into you.

Your lips pressed against mine and as we parted them to take in one another’s tongue and breath, everything felt natural, like it belonged, like two puzzle pieces.

You hoisted me up onto the small marble alter on the churches stage. You kissed my neck, running tight little circles all around it with your tongue. You kissed down to my breasts, taking your time to give proper attention to each one. Gently nibbling on my nipples. Your hands slid up my legs and up my sides and also found their way to my breasts. Cupping them and massaging them. I squirmed a little on the altar as I felt tingling increase between my thighs.

Then I felt your hands slide down my sides and come to the top of my panties, your fingers slid under them, but you didn’t pull them down. You kept kissing, down over my belly and down to my panties. Your kissed the cherries on them and then, on your knees before me on the altar, started to kiss the insides of my thighs. Your tongue slid up and outlined my panty line. You were teasing me and I loved it, I so wanted to close my legs around your head and pull your face in between my thighs tightly. Then you yanked down my panties in one smooth move before I really knew it was happening. The next thing I felt was a finger parting my pussy’s lips and your tongue now exploring between my crease.

“You taste so good,” I heard you mumble; “you’re so wet.”

I was, I didn’t doubt it, and my whole body was aroused. You easily slid a finger inside me and started exploring my insides. Then a short blast of electricity came over me, as your tongue found it’s way to my bud of a clit. You circled and sucked it, your finger fucking keeping pace. I pulled my legs up and held my ankles above my head to make sure you had full access. I was in heaven. I felt you push another finger inside and your rhythm increasing. All my lust and love was swirling around inside me. Starting in my toes I felt everything building up, coursing through my legs.

I called out your name and heard myself say, “Fuck me.” I couldn’t control it anymore; I just wanted to feel your cock inside me.

As you stood up to take off your boxers, I flipped over on the altar. My breasts were now on the cold marble, my hands reaching above me, grabbing tightly on the other end. My legs touched the ground and were spread as far as I could, from behind has always been my favorite position, being able to spread out like this was a whole new dynamic.

I wiggled my ass as an invitation.

“You always seemed so sweet, Ann. I like this other side of you.”

Then I felt your stiff cock between my thighs. It was like a rock and as you trusted forward, my readiness allowed it to slide into my pussy like a knife through butter. It felt so good.

You put your hands on my hips and I braced myself against the stone. Then slowly, you began to fuck me. As you thrusted in and out I heard thunder clap outside, lightning lit up the stained glass window in front of me. My eyes were flooded with colors.

You started to pump faster and harder, I loved feeling your skin slap against my ass, your balls against my clit.

I wiggled my toes as I felt the intensity building inside of me. Sparks running up my legs, through my fingertips. I fire building in my guts. I was got closer to erupting each time you pushed inward.

One of your hands roamed off of my hips and over my butt cheek. It explored my lower back and then down between my cheeks. I felt your thumb circling my asshole, a place I have never allowed anyone to go. Then you slowly and gently pushed it in to me.

I almost protested, but then I found myself wanting it. The feeling of your cock completely wrapped in my pussy and the feeling of my asshole clenched on your finger, filled up, was oddly arousing. I felt dirty and sexy at the same time and my lust multiplied.

I start to push backwards as I knew I was getting closer, “harder” I sputtered between my lips, you responded driving your cock into me. I was easily sliding on the smooth marble now; my sweat had made it slick. I kept my body full on top of it, so it would rub against my nipples.

Then it came. I saw comets and stars and a cacophony of colors in front of me. My legs quaked and my insides went to static.

“I’m cumming,” I moaned as the waves of an intense orgasm rippled through my being.

My legs gave out and I slid off of the altar onto the floor, you pulled out of me. I turned to face you, now on my knees. Your cock was now directly in front of me, hard and I could tell, still hungry. I craved having it in my mouth like I have never craved a cock before.

With a hand between my legs, I used the other to take your shaft in my hand. It was soaked in my love juices. I began to lick it, tasting myself all over it. I tasted sweet and salty at the same time. I then circled your head with my tongue and I saw a dribble of cum slip out. Kissing your tip, I then took it in my mouth, I looked up at you and you were looking down at me. You had the look of love on your face. It encouraged me to consume you, so I did. I took as much of your cock into my mouth as I could, deep throating it, moving up and down, while at the same time stroking it with my hand.

When you called out that you were going to cum, I sped up, eager to bring you to bliss like you did for me. Then you started to buck in my mouth, I felt your shaft pulsate on my tongue, you shot against the back of my throat and I swallowed. I swallowed again and again. When you were done, you fell to your knees in front of me, and kissed me deeply.

You said you loved me and I said I loved you. We then curled up together, just to cuddle for a few moments. The next time we opened our eyes, it was to the shocked and disapproving gasps of a minister. But that’s another story…