It's been a while since I discovered the pleasures that my hitherto forbidden hole could give me. In fact, whenever I ha

It's been a while since I discovered the pleasures that my hitherto forbidden hole could give me. In fact, whenever I have time for a long masturbation session, the kind that lasts two or three hours, I include my anus in the game. I remember when inserting a finger caused me pain, it seemed incredible to me that other girls could be penetrated there and also enjoy it. That was what led me to keep trying: if they could do it, so could I. Nowadays I no longer have a problem introducing any object to improve masturbation or feeling a boy's penis moving inside my rectum during the sexual act. In any case, it will never be as simple as penetrating the vagina, the anus has to be prepared and lubricated. For lubrication, saliva, my own or someone else's, is enough for me, but I know from experience that hand or foot cream is perfect for anal use. Even more important is to prepare the interior, no one likes to find themselves in the middle of a job with remains of... poop. Therefore, in the hours before the event, it is advisable to go to the service to completely vacate the area and then take a good shower to finish the cleaning. During this shower, the ideal is to insert the shower hose into the anus and let the water run until it comes out forcefully from inside us, taking with it any remains left inside. I usually repeat this operation at least three or four times and I never have problems in my anal sex sessions. I was about 18 years old when I started masturbating with a couple of fingers in my anus, without any pain, and maybe a year later when I finally included it in my sexual relations with boys, discovering a new type of pleasure that I wouldn't stop practicing for the world. Since I had a penis for the first time in my sphincter, I haven't stopped dreaming about the fantasy of two guys penetrating me at the same time, one for each orifice. I'm sure it must be the bomb, insurmountable, but even if some people don't believe it, at the moment I feel too embarrassed to try it. Until today, there have been many objects that have played with my anus. From my own fingers and "traditional" fruits like cucumber or banana, all kinds of cans, jars, kitchen utensils and even a billiard ball have taken a look inside my butt. I love the ball because once you insert it completely it cannot get out without help, so you can walk around with it inside you and feel that wonderful tingle that occurs in your body. However, when what you want is to feel as if you were being penetrated by a man, my best friend is the Saphir cologne: a cylinder 16 centimeters long and 4 or 5 wide with indentations like those of golf balls and a cap that acts as a handle to be able to put it in and take it out faster. I've never managed to get all 16 centimeters into my anus, but I'm usually very close and the feeling of being full is great, especially when combined with quick strokes of the other hand into the vagina and clitoris. In the end, the boat goes in and out at full speed and the orgasm that occurs is generally far superior to a simple clitoral masturbation. Another object that I really like for the anus is a cologne bottle (Yves Rocher), much shorter but somewhat wider than the previous one, because I can put it completely in this one, leaving only the cap visible. It is also valid, like the billiard ball, to take a walk with it well inserted into my bowels. But there are smaller objects, not so thick, that can be inserted into the anus at the same time that you also have something inserted in the vagina, thus dreaming of that fantasy that I told you about of being penetrated by two men at the same time. A very fun thing, as I mentioned before, is playing in the shower, either introducing water to clean myself or directly masturbating with the shower head itself. In my case it is not particularly large and I can completely insert it into both my vagina and my anus, thus being more than just the previous step for anal masturbation, becoming the final step. It is a very entertaining game and helps keep your anus in shape for what may come later. Continuing with my rear hole, I want to tell you about a wonderful experience I had a couple of years ago with another of my most beloved objects. I haven't told you about it before so as not to reveal the secret, but it is a great invention for girls like me. I leave you with the story. For Patri's birthday, some friends and I had thought about giving her something erotic, since she had a reputation for not shying away from anything and she would surely accept it with joy. Sara and I met one afternoon to choose it in a sex shop on Atocha Street. I had never entered a place like that and probably neither had my friend, so we were a little embarrassed because they saw us enter there. We were looking at rubber penises, of different lengths and thicknesses, with vibration, clitorises, vibrating panties, Chinese balls... anyway, we gave the store a good review. I was curious to know how it would feel to use all those objects, the idea really excited me, so much so that I was fantasizing again and, consequently, getting wet. We were impressed by the number of devices there were to give oneself sexual pleasure, especially the larger ones and those that could be used outside the home. In the end we decided on a vibrator shaped like a very large corn cob so that our friend Patri could have good sex sessions with it, alone or as a couple. The rest of the friends loved it when we showed it to them and one of them, I don't remember who, said that we had tried it. We laughed at the question, it was clear that we had not masturbated with Patri's gift. However, he meant to test the batteries and verify that it did, in fact, vibrate. So Sara took it out of the box, put in the batteries, and turned it on. It had an adjustment wheel on the base and he turned it to maximum. That vibrated so much that it sounded louder than I expected, but it surely gave good results. Then Sara graciously put it, as much as she could, into her mouth, as if it were a penis, and pretended to suck it. "You'll really end up trying it," I told her, and we all laughed at the comment, but then there was a strange silence until someone said: "And who's saving it until tomorrow?" Deep down, we all wanted to be alone with that device to test its virtues, so we couldn't agree on who would take it that night. After much debate and drawing lots, Elena was the winner. She put it in the box and went home so happy. We all knew, or thought we knew, that she would end up releasing it before its real owner. Sara commented that we could tell Patri to pass it on to us, but he started laughing and we didn't pay much attention to his idea. That night I couldn't sleep, I thought about that cob and the great pleasures it could give me, I was very wet and ready for sex. Completely naked and eager to enjoy good sex, I got up and headed to the kitchen, ready to look for a cob that would satisfy my appetite. After a lot of searching I couldn't find any, so with disappointment on my face I closed the refrigerator and went to the window. I saw the cars passing by on the street and some lights in the building opposite, I tried to see someone through those windows but I couldn't discover any silhouette. I turned around and went to the bathroom to urinate, with my mind set on finding some substitute for the coveted cob. While I saw the urine coming out of my body, I rubbed my clitoris a little and it made me extremely horny, I saw the bottle of shaving foam in front of me, on a shelf and I didn't think about it. I passed it through my wet sex to lubricate it well and began to insert it into my vagina, standing, looking at my naked body reflected in the mirror, writhing with pleasure. Once it was going in and out without much difficulty, I lowered the toilet lid and rested the base of the bottle on it to exert downward force and get it to go deeper inside me. It was incredible how the bottle almost completely disappeared inside me, leaving me sitting on the toilet. I repeated the put-and-go several times until my feverish mind asked me for something else. I stood up holding the bottle inside me with one hand and looked at myself in the mirror again, my cheeks were red and my nipples were on the warpath. I grabbed a bottle of nail polish remover with my free hand and went back to the bedroom. As soon as I entered, I lay on the bed face up with my legs bent towards my chest. I brought the bottle of nail polish remover to my mouth and licked it until it was well smeared with saliva and then placed it at the entrance of my anus. I pushed firmly but couldn't get it in, I licked it again, this time leaving a lot more saliva in the bottle and tried again. Then it slowly seeped into me, producing incredible pleasure in its wake. I had already reached the point of maximum excitement and all I had to do was enjoy it. My left hand handled the bottle of shaving foam in and out of my vagina and at the same time my right hand inserted the bottle of nail polish remover into my anus. The sensations overwhelmed my head, once again I imagined those two men making love to me in unison, one for each orifice, giving me uncontrollable pleasure that made me moan and sigh with joy. With a little more force, I pushed the nail polish remover all the way and managed to insert it completely into my anus, disappearing inside me. I then penetrated my vagina violently, almost managing to lose sight of the bottle of shaving foam inside my sex, producing an extraordinary orgasm, whose contractions pushed the nail polish remover against the walls of my rectum, thus doubling the incredible sensation of taste that I experienced. Full of happiness, I dislodged my body from those objects and fell deeply asleep. The next morning I woke up with a very clear idea in my head: I had to go back to the sex shop. Since I didn't know if those places were open in the mornings, I decided to stop by there before going to Patri's birthday party, in the afternoon. Throughout the day I remained in a state of pre-arousal, nervous to see all the toys in the erotic store that had awakened so much curiosity within me. Since I wasn't planning on stopping by the house between going to the sex shop and Patri's party, I got ready before going out for the whole night: red V-neck blouse, tight jeans, and red high heels. I made a low ponytail and painted my lips deep red, very matching the blouse, shoes and bag. Underneath all this, a very simple black bra and thong set. I walked past the sex shop twice before daring to enter, but once inside, out of sight of passers-by, I forgot about all my embarrassment and delighted in all the material there was in the store. I had a weakness for Patri's cob, but many other objects made me curious as well. Without deciding on any yet, I got to the movie section and, although porn didn't attract me almost at all, I took a look at some covers in which the girl was enjoying double penetration. It seemed that that fantasy was haunting me, it appeared in my mind again, increasing the humidity of my underwear and the temperature of my entire body. Honestly, I didn't like the idea of getting excited like that in that place, since in that state I could leave there with anything. In fact, I decided to grab one of those movies (the first and last one I've bought to date) and go back to the dildo section, where I saw something that caught my attention. It was a black plastic cone with a handle at the base, it was not very large and its packaging indicated that it was for anal insertion. From behind, a schematic drawing showed how once inserted it was trapped, leaving only the base visible as a handle to pull it and remove the object from the rectum. While a thousand naughty ideas were going through my head, I was already heading towards the checkout to buy that. The cashier told me that if the film had any defect I could return it within the next seven days and I, without hesitation, asked him the following: "And can I also return the toy if it doesn't work correctly?" I told myself to get a grip, to stop acting out. "Once opened you can only return it if it came broken from the factory, the damage you may cause to it with use does not allow you to make a return" the cashier told me. After discussing for a moment how he could differentiate damage due to use from a factory defect, we decided to open it right there and check on site that it came in perfect condition. "You can also try it if you want," he suddenly let me out. It seemed like he was liking the situation, so while I winked at him and left the store with the dildo in my hands, I lied: "It can't be now, I already have its place taken." It was stepping onto the street and becoming modest, I quickly put the movie and the toy in my bag (I left the container at the sex shop) and set off towards Patri's house, the place of the party. My friend lived alone in a small apartment in the center, a single room, a bathroom and a living room-dining room-kitchen all together. In total there were going to be eight girls, including the hostess, and due to the amount of alcohol that was there, we would all be harmed. We turned on music and while we drank, we chatted making quite a lot of noise; We lowered our tone only when Patri went to look for something in the kitchen to question Elena about whether she had used the honoree's gift for the first time, but she promised us a thousand times that it was still intact. As time went by, we became less inhibited by alcohol and began to talk openly about sex. In fact, Sara took out a pen and paper and wrote a short questionnaire for Patri. "You have to answer five questions because it is your birthday," he told her, but she replied that only if the rest of us did it too, so the contest immediately began but with one condition: the answers would be anonymous, with some slips of paper that said "Yes" or "No", except for Patri, whose secrets we would all know. 1st Question: Do you masturbate 3 or more times a week? - There were two positive responses, one of them mine, five negative ones and another more positive one, Patri's. We laughed and told her she was a turn-off and a nymphomaniac and stuff like that. 2nd Question: Do you like sucking cocks? - This time there were four yeses and three noes, in addition to Patri's yes. My response was positive again. 3rd Question: Do you do anal sex? - Only two of us answered yes, which made me curious to know who the other one would be who practiced it. Even Patri answered no. 4th Question: Do you swallow semen? - Three positive responses and five negative ones, including Patri. 5th Question: Has anyone present seen you masturbate? - The yes vote got two votes and the no vote got the other six. There was a lot of commotion when the result was known, everyone asked who those two were. Sara had seen me, and I had seen her too, so if she hadn't lied, we were the ones mentioned. "If those two want, they can go to my room to continue with their games," Patri said between widespread laughter and a lot of jokes. I had been thinking about something, my answers had all been positive and I was ashamed of myself to think that I was a bit slutty. At the same time, someone was commenting that we could play truth or pledge, like when we were younger, but there was no agreement and we moved on to giving the special gift to Patri. The commotion that arose when Elena showed the cob was monumental, Patri was as red as a tomato telling us that we were bastards and outcasts, that what was she going to do with that. While everyone was giving him ideas of what he could do, I was thinking about my own toy and how eager I was to try it out for the first time. Patri had turned on the device and was enjoying how strongly it vibrated while the rest of us asked him to use it to see if he liked it. Then she playfully brought it to her sex and rubbed it over her pants, quickly removing it and saying that she could cum even with her clothes on. Once again the shouting was maximum and between laughter and more alcohol the cob was passed from hand to hand so that we could all check the strength with which it vibrated and imagine what it could make us feel in contact with our sexes. Then Sara silenced us for a moment and said there was a new question, we gathered around her and she said: 6th Question: Are you going to use a sex toy as soon as you are alone? - The question was intended for Patri to say yes, which he did, but no one expected there to be another affirmative answer: mine. They all tried to find out who that girl was, but I hid it as best as I could and they couldn't find out. At one point during the party, when we were about to leave, I had to go to the bathroom, I grabbed my bag and locked myself in the bathroom. I was sitting peeing when I realized that the toilet paper roll was worn out, so I went to take a Kleenex out of my bag and suddenly found myself with my new acquisition. I picked it up and touched it, I liked the way it felt, it was very soft. I left it again to finally clean myself, but before pulling up my thong again I reminded myself of the sixth question and said to myself: "You're alone now, Marta." So I grabbed the cone and without thinking much I slowly introduced it into my vagina, completely lubricating its surface. I took it out of there, sat up and closed the toilet lid, placed the toy on top and prepared to sit on it. I dropped my body and the tip began to sink into my body, little by little it disappeared inside me until my anus closed and left only the base outside my rectum. That feeling of having my backside occupied that I liked so much made me very excited, wetting my friend's toilet seat, so I stood up and discovered how pleasant it was to move with that thing inserted in my anus. I walked around the bathroom as best I could with my pants around my ankles enjoying my toy, looking askance at the mirror to see what my butt looked like with it stuck there and gently caressing my clitoris with one of my hands. I pulled the toy to make the widest part come out and feel how my sphincter dilated, reinserting it so that the anus closed again, trapping it inside. I repeated it several times while I masturbated with the other hand, generating waves of pleasure that pressed my body closer to the object and gave me even greater pleasure. I was truly enjoying it, but decided to change positions, holding the dildo with both hands resting on the edge of the sink. With my back to him, I moved my body closer to the toy and positioned it at the entrance to my rear hole. This way I could make him go in and out as if they were penetrating me, moving my buttocks back and forth. I was getting so excited that I had to stop and think a little, since I was at Patri's house, it would be better to leave it for later at home. But first I wanted to see how my new friend looked tucked inside me with his pants up, so I buttoned them up and looked in the mirror to see if it showed. At first glance it was imperceptible, you could only guess it when you ran your hand between the buttocks, which I loved, since that way I could use it more than I had thought. Then the door rang and I heard Elena's voice say: "Marta, are you okay? You've been in there for a long time." Without being able to think about it much, I answered: "The drink has made me feel bad, I think I'm going to vomit." "No shit, Marta," he told me, followed by: "I'm going to pass." My head swam and in less than a second I cursed myself for not having closed the latch and I knelt in front of the toilet and raised the lid again. The figure of Elena then appeared before me, with a worried face, placing her hand on my back. I got up and told her I was feeling better, but she insisted that I was super hot and red-faced, so I splashed my face a little before leaving the bathroom. Starting to walk with the cone inside me made me very morbid and excited, and it was also fun to see the worried faces of all the girls while inside the only thing I felt was a terrible desire to masturbate. Elena insisted on taking me home in her car and gave me no option to refuse. The moment of getting into the car was great, as I dropped my body into the seat, the toy was pressed as tight as possible in my anus and I jumped accompanied by an “Ouch!” Quickly, Elena looked at me worried and suggested I go to the emergency room, which made me laugh that I barely managed to hide. I convinced her to go directly home and she reluctantly agreed, heading towards my longed-for home. It was wonderful to feel that stuff inside me when I went up the steps of the portal, for the first time in my life I cursed the fact that the elevator worked correctly, I would have gladly taken the stairs home. Elena walked me to the front door and didn't leave until I promised I would call her if I got worse. I was going to get worse, of that I was sure, but from excitement and pleasure. As I closed the door, I leaned my back against it, dropped the bag on the floor and quickly and clumsily unbuttoned my pants, pushed the thong aside with my left hand and began to rub my clitoris wildly with my right. I then lowered my underwear until it was at the height of my knees and freed my left hand to be able to grab the handle of the anal dildo and pull it while I continued masturbating. It was great to feel how my anus dilated to let the widest part of the cone escape and after a push, swallow it again. I repeated the operation faster and faster until I couldn't take it anymore and I let my body slide out the door, hitting my buttocks with the floor and sinking the cone as far as it would go into my rectum, forcing me to moan so loudly that I'm sure I woke up some neighbor. After a moment of rest, without getting up, I took off my shoes, jeans and thong to get up and walk around the house while rubbing my clitoris at full speed. My vagina did not stop producing fluids, which began to slide down my legs and completely smeared my hands. In such a state of sexual excitement, when my mind completely lost control, some ideas began to come to me, each more naughty and morbid. I thought about ending the session on the staircase landing, going out to the balcony, taking some photos and even videotaping myself. While I was deciding what to do, I took off my blouse and bra, finally being completely naked. I paid some attention to my prominent nipples by pinching and caressing them and without thinking further, I opened the balcony door. The first sensation was cold, of course the night was not one to go out without clothes. The second was morbid, accelerating my pulse to the maximum. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, I took a step forward and placed my feet on the cold floor of the balcony. I stayed motionless in a corner, looking for possible nocturnal spies, but never stopping to masturbate my clitoris vigorously. I didn't discover anyone who could watch me, so I relaxed a little and started playing with the dildo, taking it out again and putting it in my anus to enjoy its dilation and contraction. It was just two steps from the balcony railing, but I didn't have enough courage to go there, so I chose to sit on the floor. The sensation of cold on my buttocks was greater than that of the cone squeezing my anus, but not as pleasant. I leaned my back against the wall of the house and opened my legs to have better access to my sex. Without thinking, I showed all my splendor to whoever could observe from the building opposite, rubbing my pleasure button with one hand and playing with my breasts with the other. The orgasm was imminent if I continued in that position, so I let myself go and in a matter of minutes the first spasms of pleasure began to arrive, making me arch my back and bend my neck backwards, keeping my eyes closed and my mouth ajar. The contractions of orgasm squeezed the muscles of my rectum against the plastic cone, producing incredible pleasure that was very difficult to achieve with vaginal sex only. Some moans escaped my mouth, putting a sexual soundtrack to the dark night that allied itself with me to hide me from indiscreet guests. The consequence of such a wonderful orgasm was a great relaxation afterwards and some more than visible spots of flow on the floor of the balcony. The cone was still inside me while the night wind once again increased the feeling of cold. I brought my legs together, hiding my sex, and with my hands on my knees I rested my head on them. I caught my breath as I told myself how wonderful that masturbation session had been and a smile escaped my lips that betrayed the fact that this wouldn't be the last time I did something like that. I looked up at the neighboring block and finally decided to stand up and return to the warmth and discretion of home. I was picking up the clothes I had left lying around the house, still enjoying the touch of my new toy on my anus and I ended up lying face down on the bedroom bed, falling fast asleep that way: naked and with the dildo well fitted in my anus.