Got fucked for the first [T]ime over the holidays. He's [M]arried, and it was his first time with a T. [Part II] | 2016

<div class="md">First, even if you've already read <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3zxoal/got_fucked_for_the_first_time_over_the_holidays/">part I of my story</a>, I recommend reading it again. Not only to get back into the moment, but I've edited it with some additional details, so if you enjoyed reading it the first time, I'm absolutely sure you will again. :) Additionally, I recommend a few good drinks while you do this, to recreate the intoxicated feelings that were rushing over me the whole night. So, let's set the stage! ~~~ He's leading me by the hand back to the bedroom, and my heart is racing because I know what's next. Not only is my heart thundering, but my tight butt is squeezing its plug for dear life, and just quivering in a hot lust tinged with sweet fear! I'm walking back there thinking that I'm going into that room a wanna-be who has had lots of fantasies about men, but I'll be leaving it, a true girl. The way he was squeezing my hand and leading me along left no doubts about it, and the feeling of my skirt riding up and my pussy throbbing around my plug had me feeling incredibly feminine and submissive. We walked by a couple of other rooms. One was really colorful--or at least seemed so in the dark lighting--and had a computer in it, and seemed like it must be his son's room. The other was darker and hard to see, but I figured it was his teenage daughter's room. In back was the master bedroom. It was really nice! There were lots of homey, elegant decorations, pictures on the walls, dressers with his clothing and his wife's clothing laying on top. The bed was big and comfy and frilly, and before I even got in, I could tell it had a thick comforter with lots of soft blankets and sheets. He turned on a TV and set it to a music app, and started playing something I eventually figured to be a blend of 80s music, and more modern stuff that just had kind of an 80s feeling to it. He asked me to show him my ass, to tease him with it the way I had in the pictures. I leaned over on his dresser and pushed my butt up and wiggled it at him. I reached back and slid my thong down. I remember distinctly at this point that Duran Druan was playing--<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOg5VxrRTi0">Hungry Like the Wolf</a>. It gave everything a sort of playful, but really sexy feeling. Again, I can only describe my emotions as being ecstatic and literally drunk with pleasure and fantasy. He started to undress as I teased, telling me to take my plug out. I reached back and pulled it out, setting it down on his dresser. Something about that was amazing, too. It was a little bit like opening the door and inviting him in, like surrendering to him in a really powerful way. I mean, at this point, we both know why I'm taking it out. I want him to put something else there! The feel of it sliding out and the thick part of it stretching my ring open while he watched was super hot. This was something really intimate and nasty that no one had ever watched me do, and I was doing it for this strange, married guy who wanted to fuck me. He got in the bed, naked, and started to stroke as he watched me. His cock was so big, and I could practically see it throb for me. He told me how much he wanted to fuck me and make me his little slut, and that really turned me on. He asked me if I was ready for that, and I looked back and nodded a "yes". He told me to get undressed, and he watched as I took off all of my clothes. After I undressed, he asked me to pose for him, and I got in a few different positions, much the same as I had <a href="http://imgur.com/a/s9RZ9">in my ad pictures</a>. He was really sweet and encouraging as I did that, and kept saying how hard he was going to fuck me, and I was going crazy the whole time. Finally, he asked me to climb into the bed. I crawled in and our bodies quickly intertwined and we started making out again. His hands found their way back down to my ass, and he started squeezing my cheeks, spreading them, and teasing my naked hole with his fingers. He asked me if I was ready. I said that I was, and he answered that he was ready too. He guided me around so that I was laying on my belly, and he used his legs to spread mine open and started pressing his cock into my bubble, sliding it up and down between my cheeks. I pushed my butt up and really enjoyed the tease, and I know I was moaning and really wanting it. He stopped, and I could feel that he was guiding his thick head down, circling it around my hole, teasing my entrance. I could feel his foreskin sort of dragging along wherever he went. I never thought about being with an uncircumcised guy, but the feeling was really hot! He spent a few minutes teasing me like that, asking me if I really wanted to be fucked, and I kept telling him that yes, I did. It was really hot, because he kept confronting me with the fact that there was no undoing this. My thoughts were already there, so it felt like he was just reading my mind. Guys, I can't tell you how perfect this was for me! Like, if I were writing this story in advance, this is exactly what I would have wanted to put down. In that moment, everything was just...perfect. He kept saying that once he took me, I'd be a girl in a way I never had before (swoon!), and that I should be really sure about it. Finally, I asked him if he really wanted to make me his girl, and he answered by pushing really hard against my back door. He started to sink in. I felt my ring sliding open to let him in, even as I was naturally puckering a bit against it. He kept telling me to relax. Here, I should say that while we were back on the couch in the living room, he'd told me about his Google adventures where he'd read about anal sex and we'd both had a few laughs about it. We'd talked about condoms, which were almost universally recommended. I said that since he'd never done this before, I felt safe without one. He said he felt the same about me. I was glad, though, that he seemed to know what he was doing. He slowly pushed in and I could feel his head push its way past my opening. I let out a gasp and felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. The tip was in! I was practically a girl now! I moaned and arched up to meet him as he sunk further in. He paused for a bit and I started to relax and let him in deeper. The pleasure was incredible. I can't even describe the feeling of his warm, thick, fleshy cock inside of me, eagerly pressing forward, hard as steel, stretching me open. We stopped there for a bit, rocking gently, and it seemed like he knew when I was ready for more. At that point, he went in further . . . and still further . . . until I could finally feel that he was all the way inside of me, and it was freaking incredible! Back on the couch, he'd told me about how anal sex was always his fantasy, but that his wife was always skittish about it. I'd like to think that I was his first, but I'm still kind of thinking it's incredible that this man had never been with a girl who'd take it up the butt for him. Anyway, that's what he'd said, and the idea drove me crazy. That's when he started to fuck me. Just straight up fuck me. He'd pull up and smack back down on my butt, and the feeling of being opened up over and over was crazy. The nasty smacking sound alone made me want to cum. Duran Duran played again as he started taking me. This time, believe it or not, the song was The Reflex. I remember it clearly. I was having about a million thoughts, but one of them was about how weirdly apropos it was. We both got into the rhythm of it, and it was awesome. He started slow but got faster and faster. Our voices and bodies intertwined with repeated exclamations of "oh god!" and "yes!" and satisfied moans, and deep breathing. He said something like, "I couldn't ask for a better piece of ass than this." After all the talk about how much he'd always wanted to try anal, and how much he was going to enjoy this, I knew that's where he was coming from--he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. I felt incredibly submissive at that point. I'd spent so much time before that night, posing in front of the mirror, enjoying the experience of seeing myself as a girl, and I had always admired my own butt. It's always been nice and round, but I work out a lot to enhance my feminine shape. I loved how toned my lower back was and how it smoothly arched into the soft, pillowy bubble of my ass. I'd loved to wiggle it and arch it up and spread myself open, enjoying that it was firm yet plush enough to have just a bit of jiggle when I played with it. I always figured someone would be really lucky to get me. At that moment, the fruits of my labor amounted to this horny married guy getting to ride a nice, firm, young piece of tail while his wife was away. That's all I was, right then. Not a complex person with her own emotions, but a babe who had worked really hard to be the hot little "piece of ass" he'd finally pulled off the internet. I could feel my cheeks jiggling when he slapped into me again and again. I had a pretty good idea of what the view must look like for him, and that thought was incredibly erotic. He went faster and faster, saying nasty things, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. I wish I could remember all of his words, because he was driving me crazy! I remember he kept complimenting on how tight I was, and kept saying how hard I was going to make him cum. Sometimes he would stop and spank me and tell me to wiggle it for him, or tell me to push it up into the air, or to push it back against him. I loved how he took control and made me feel like his sex toy. I'm going to admit something really filthy here. From my position, I could see a picture on the nightstand of he and his wife. While he fucked me, I was looking at her and it's strange to say, but it was like a weird shared experience. In some way, I was that woman for a little while. I was stepping into a moment of her life, I was doing what a good wife should do for him. I'm sure she'd have absolutely flipped and probably divorced him if she'd caught us, but something about it felt really nice and safe and perfect. It's like she was watching approvingly while I serviced her horny hubby. We kept going and going and I never wanted it to stop. I was arching my butt up to meet his thrusts, and god, it was amazing. He started hitting my sweet spot, over and over, faster and faster, and I know I was really loud when I finally came. I actually yelled it out for him: "Oh god! Fuck...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I locked eyes with his pretty blonde wife, who smiled at me as her husband give me an absolutely out-of-this-world anal orgasm. He responded by going faster and faster and really pounded me hard for like ten more minutes before he finally started slapping my ass again, harder than before, saying he was about to cum in me. Knowing that it was about to happen felt incredible. I don't think I'd ever felt more feminine than I did in that moment, knowing that I gave my man a really nice fuck, and that at any second, he was going to thank me by unloading into me. It felt amazing. Exhilarating. Scary in a good way. This was going to happen--this guy was going to cum in my ass! This was the big "no turning back." I told him I wanted him to, and then, finally, he took a deliberate stab that went really deep into me. With a super loud, satisfied-sounding groan, he started to pump his hips more slightly than before, not pulling back too far, but grinding in even a little deeper as he gushed cum into my ass. It was like a hot explosion deep inside, this feeling of warmth spreading into me. It felt amazing. We moaned in satisfaction together, and I nearly came again. He was gripping the side of my arm and breathing in my ear over and over, "oh fuck, oh god!" He kept pumping me until his orgasm subsided, and when he finally finished, we just kind of laid there. I could feel that I'd soaked his bed with my cum. He pulled out and laid on his back. I could tell that he really came hard, but nothing oozed out. I rubbed my newly broken-in back door with fascination and satisfaction. It felt hot and tender, and was sweetly sensitive. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, tracing my fingers over and around my ring, lingering on the moment, cherishing that the man laying next to me had just enjoyed it. I was slick from sweat and lube, but I didn't seem to be oozing cum like I'd hoped. He'd put it really deep into me, and after all, I do have a really tight ass. He asked me if I always played with my butt after sex, and I reminded him that it had been my first time. We both laughed and curled up in spoon position. ~~~ I'd love to hear any feedback on the first two parts of my story... It's not over yet! Is everyone enjoying? If so, I'll post the next part soon! I also love chatting and receiving PMs! xx Lexi </div> submitted by

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Got fucked for the first [T]ime over the holidays. He's [M]arried, and it was his first time with a T. [Part II] | 2016