We had the perfect relationship, great sex without the commitment and all the hassles that go along with a traditional relationship. Steve would rock my world once a week like clockwork and then we would hang out and have fun--pretty straightforward. Well after four years of this perfect situation, I decided to reward Steve for being the wonderful friend that he has been. What do you give a guy like that for his birthday? How about letting him be my first anal sex experience?
Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity including deep throat, rough first anal sex, and more. Only mature adults who will not be offended by such content should read this story.
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“Come on, you pansy! It’s your birthday and I’m letting you have my throat. Don’t be a fucking wimp.” He moaned at my words, and that did nothing to keep me from wanting him. I opened my mouth wide again and went deep. This time I felt his hands tighten at the back of my head. His cock was at the opening of my throat, and I gagged around the shaft with another two or three inches left to take in. He held me tightly and just pulled my face down. When I felt the head of his cock push into my throat, I immediately regretted my plan. Panic set in immediately, but it didn’t translate into action. I felt helpless as I watched his patch of pubic hair get closer and closer until my nose was finally buried in it. My throat felt stretched beyond measure, and my lips were pressed right up against him, the base of his cock fully in my mouth.
He held me there while he moaned. I think he was in my throat for about ten seconds before he finally let me up, and I felt light headed as I drew in heaving breaths of air. I wanted to be pissed, but the expression of lust on his face made me feel proud instead. I was having absolutely no luck at all trying to make myself hate him, and I was now turned on beyond the point of giving a damn. I climbed onto the couch and straddled him. I reached down to guide his cock to my pussy when I remembered my gift to him. He was slick as hell from my throat, and I moved his cock backward, pushing it up against the rosebud opening of my ass. His eyes grew wide, and I figured if the pain were as bad as I’d experienced with the dildo, it would cure me of any sentiment. “Happy birthday, Steve,” I whispered. Then, I slammed myself down on top of him.
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