I am sharing my life experience with my bf and one of my childhood friend . My bf is a sissy and i made my friend fuck his ass .
First and foremost, when my husband was just one of my close friends, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted because I felt the same way about him as he did about me. We had a fantastic time over the few years we were together, but there was no sexual activity involved. I couldn’t take it any longer as I started to fantasize about having sex. He joined me in bed while I was at home alone, since my sexual desires were strong.His dick was smaller than the carrots or cucumbers I used for masturbation, which made me delighted as I was losing my virginity at the time. Although it was depressing, I was glad to have a real dickens to utilize in place of other things. We had a fantastic relationship and occasionally had sex, but he hardly ever requested it. I was always the one to make the first move. I asked him if he wasn’t enjoying it or if he didn’t want it since I was getting scared.
Having his asshole penetrated is something he admitted to enjoying. It was hilarious to me as I thought he was joking, but he was serious and told me his side of the story. He has a sad but fun past. When he was about 16 and in the tenth grade, he was constantly being bullied, and it quickly escalated to sexual bullying. His three bullies made him wank their dicks and later used his face and asshole as well. He was being fucked in the ass by those three about five times each week, and he was always there to be used anytime they needed to vent their frustration or tension. He began to enjoy the day when his anal virginity was taken, and it altered the guy he was. He was irritated when they passed the school since he wasn’t receiving what he wanted, so he started to play with his ass to fulfill himself because he wasn’t getting it from his dad.
This stuns me to hear. He claimed it was his most pleasurable experience ever, and I have seen that he speaks respectfully about his bullies while remaining silent about them.
I was happy that he had finally opened up to me, but I was also upset that he hadn’t discussed this aspect of his past with me earlier.
He showed me his penis, which was hard, and said he gets an erection just by talking about or thinking about those times. I reassured him, gave him a hug, and told him everything was fine. He removed his pants, got down on his knees, lowered his head, and elevated his ass in response to my request to see how he enjoys himself. Then he began to rub the opening in his ass, kissed his fingers, and slowly pushed it in.
I was disgusted by it, but I loved the view, so I asked if I could join. He said yes, and I moved his hand to get a cucumber from the kitchen. He was still waiting for me when I did, so I licked the cucumber to make it slick and began pushing it into him. He was tensing up his legs, and his diaphragm was pulsing. I kept pressing it, and as soon as I did, he came right away and pushed the cucumber out with some spit. I stopped myself from throwing up and opened the window. It had a bad odor.
I was fortunate to have a towel on top because it kept my bed tidy. After he washed the towel for me and cleaned himself off quickly, we had a long conversation during which I queried him about his sexual orientation. He categorically denied it when I asked him if he had any plans to leave me for a male partner. He then went on to say how important I am to him and that he will never even consider leaving me for the rest of his life because he loves me the most and considers me his top priority. I share the same sentiments with him, but I am concerned about the future.
After that, he left for home, and I sat there contemplating the events of the day until my parents arrived and the day resumed as normal.
A few days later, I was idle and surfing the internet when I came across some videos and photographs of cuckolds getting their asses and mouths penetrated by their wives’ lovers. I became so drenched from it that I had an idea while masturbating to it. I made the choice to bring a real man into our relationship.
I planned everything out completely without telling my boyfriend, and I immediately started looking for someone who could handle me and my boyfriend. I took days to make the decision since it was difficult. I wanted someone who would stay in place. My boyfriend and I were behaving normally and didn’t discuss what had transpired that day. But I couldn’t help but think about it constantly. I couldn’t get those images and movies out of my head. I had to finish it. I had a 34-28-36 body and a gorgeous face at the time, and I had men swooning over me purely because of my eyes. I was friends with a boy. Having him live on Nextdoor since my childhood made him a good friend of mine.
He is a gentlemanly, intellectual, and good-looking man. He had everything a girl could possibly need. Our mothers were best friends and would talk nonstop about anything. He was interested in me, and I knew it for a long time, but he never had the voice to express it to me out loud because I was too occupied with my boyfriend. He wanted me badly, but he kept it to himself and never told me. I have caught him gazing at my boobs and underwear whenever I hang them up to dry after washing. It was alluring, and I have no doubt that he has repeatedly masturbated thinking about me.
I dropped a few hints and began speaking to him whenever our mothers were together. I also started seeing him more frequently.We used to discuss our academics, lives, what we were doing, etc., but because we were the same age and he was completing his degree at a different college, I transformed the conversation into something sexual. He interpreted my opening to be sexual as a sign that I was old enough to talk about it, and as a result, he began sexualizing our conversations constantly, to which I replied. We eventually started talking about me and my boyfriend, and when I informed him that his dick measures 5 inches when fully extended, he suddenly fell silent. When I asked him what had occurred, he laughed a lot before showing me the monster he was hiding in his pants and saying, “Mine is practically the double of his.” My mouth and pussycat were both watering. shock, and I was at a loss for words. I needed it straight in my holes. When he noticed that I was merely gazing at it, he said, “What happened? You like it?” He continued, “It usually becomes erect when I see you,” and I didn’t respond.
It was the first time I had ever seen something like that, so I couldn’t believe it existed at all. I was terrified and horny at the same time because I worried what would happen if he fucked me with that monster and what would happen if he fucked my boyfriend with it. He even had a grudge against him because he had taken me from my childhood friend. It made for a good plot point for him to fiss his ass in retaliation. I immediately made that choice and placed my hand on his pants to feel his dick. He pushed my hand into his pants while grabbing it, and when I grabbed his dick, he complimented me on how soft my hands were. I blushed and then felt his dick in my hands, which was enormous and throbbing. He instantly cummed and put his hands on my boobs and began to play with them as I began to rub them and give him a handjob. I was too aroused at the time to resist having an orgasm, so I asked him to meet me on the terrace, and when he consented, we went there.We went outside to the terrace, where I kissed him. He didn’t react as strongly, but grabbed me instead, lifted my kurta, grabbed my leggings from my pussy area, and tore them down the middle. In my excited state, I nearly yelled at him to stop doing it, but I decided to enjoy it instead. He demanded that I remove my pants and give them to him after noticing them. I followed his instructions, and he made me put on my leggings once more because we had to be constantly on the edge because we were afraid of being discovered. I told him I didn’t want to have sex; I just wanted to play with my pussycat. He assured me everything was fine before grabbing my pussy and beginning to play with it. He told me how beautiful my pussycat was; he wanted to lick it, but I denied it. He poked his fingers inside of me and played with my clitoral area before grabbing my pussycat and almost lifting me up. I squirted all over his hand as he shoved it into my mouth. I dressed neatly as he slipped the pants into his pocket. My leggings needed to be covered up because they were plainly visible. After our mom finished talking, I returned home and masturbated once more while reflecting on the day’s events.The following day was extremely difficult for me because my leggings were torn and my mother yelled at me. She was upset and scolded me, but I was able to convince her that it was torn because I fell down the stairs. She didn’t think this was a very good excuse, but I was glad to get out of the situation. But the next problem I had to deal with was the missing pants. I conned her into thinking that I had misplaced it after setting it out to be washed and couldn’t find it. After giving up the argument, she continued with her day.
I saw him again a few days later, and we talked about my boyfriend. He asked if I liked him, and I replied, “I love my boyfriend the most, but I also like you the most.” He questioned my interest in him and remarked, “What if your partner doesn’t like me?” I responded, “Don’t worry about him.” He grinned broadly as I said, “Of course.” He questioned whether I could just leave my boyfriend, but I said that I loved him and couldn’t live without him. Despite keeping a straight face, he was just dissatisfied with my response. He denied being upset with him when I questioned him about it.
He nodded when I asked him again. Do you want to exact revenge? I asked. He questioned, but if you love him, why not? I added, “I love him, but I also like you, so I can help you get a little payback on him.” He nodded and inquired as to how. My family was leaving for a little wedding in the village, and since I was by myself, I devised a scheme and requested that he fuck my boyfriend in the ass when I invited him over. He argued that was excessive and that he wasn’t gay or anything. I told him to do it immediately and give him a good fuck before fucking me.
He understood exactly what I said—that he would get to fuck me once my boyfriend was finished—so he seized the chance. After approximately a week, my boyfriend showed up at my house; he had no idea what was about to happen. My companion banged on the door. My friend entered when I opened the door. As soon as I urged him to act harsh and tough, he swiftly took over and inquired who he was and what he was doing in my home. He was startled.He was silently becoming frightened as I began to exhibit some fear as well. He told my boyfriend to completely strip off, and I did the same. At first, he hesitated out of concern, but once he saw me doing it, he followed suit. I then informed him that he was a major gangster in this area. So my friend did it, forced him to bend over, and when he asked me to hold his hands, I complied. He pulled out his dick and began rubbing it on his asshole, and I watched as it became hard. My friend then asked me to spit on his ass before he began to push his dick. He was moving in smoothly and slowly, and in a matter of minutes, he was almost fully in. He began fucking him while I was having excellent eye contact with my boyfriend. I could see him enjoying it in his eyes, but he was trying to hide it by acting scared and in pain. He cummed in his ass once he had finished fucking him for a few minutes. Also coughing was my boyfriend.
When it was my turn, he pushed my boyfriend aside and sat with me. He then instructed me to lick his dick, but I didn’t. He then spoke angrily, prompting me to bend over and make his dick erect. I attempted to suck it, lick it, and play with my tongue to make him erect, and eventually he became erect. He then observed my boyfriend simply sitting on the ground. My friend urged me to sit on his lap, and I did as he instructed since I trusted him and wanted to follow suit. He pushed me while putting his dick on me, and I felt like my pussy was being torn. He pulled me up and then pushed me on his dick again, repeating this motion until his entire dick was inside of me. It was the most agonizing feeling. I began riding his dick and experienced an intense orgasm. I slid off, but he caught me and held me there despite the fact that I was shivering and my legs were about to give up. My body started perspiring. I’ve never felt like that before. At the same time, he also cummed. He raised me up and observed the come dripping from my pussy. I was having so much fun that I just kept my eyes closed.
My friend saw my signal to leave and left after putting on clothing. My boyfriend and I exchanged glances as I broke down in tears over what I had done. I felt so ashamed because I truly enjoyed it. I was embarrassed, but my boyfriend consoled me, and I hugged him in return. When I asked him what we should do next, he replied, “Nothing; just chill.” I began saying everything in the same place and position, holding him in my arms the entire time. I realized that he was becoming harder. We were standing there clutching each other in complete silence. He continued, saying that he had enjoyed it. I was relieved to have it off my chest when I told him the truth.
After playing with my boyfriend’s ass for a while, he departed. It was a good day; I went to my friend’s house for supper and to stay the night because my mother had requested her mother to look after me for a few days. He kept staring at me as we were eating, and every time he did, I felt moist. My pussy was dripping, and I thought my underwear was completely soaked. I noticed my chair had a wet spot as soon as I got up. It was embarrassing, but luckily no one else noticed, so I took a glass of water and purposefully dropped some water on the chair. At night, he was in the next bedroom with his dad while I slept with his mother.
I would get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom just to masturbate because it kept me awake the entire time I was in that house. He sparked my desire. I had trouble falling asleep.
After a few days of this, I decided to arrange a formal meet-up for my buddy and her boyfriend so they could get along. I asked my boyfriend and my friend to meet me at a popular tourist attraction nearby, and I was surprised to find that my friend and boyfriend got along great. I liked it.They both maintained their composure and showed me a lot of respect. I asked them both to be absolutely honest and tell me anything that was on their minds. They both understood this, and when my boyfriend spoke, he said he liked the experience he had at my house a few days earlier. I planned it since I was sure he would enjoy it. Then I asked a friend, who was also very forthcoming and told us everything.
No matter what happened, he claimed to love me and want to be with me. He was upset that my boyfriend had taken me away from him and was happy when I told him about the plan to exact revenge. He was also ecstatic about the intense sexual experience he had with me. He claimed to love me even though he despised my boyfriend’s presence in my life. He didn’t like my boyfriend and his ass. This was not news that made me joyful. Thereafter, our meeting came to an end.
When I expressed my disbelief at how well-touted they appeared to be acting toward one another to my friend, he responded simply that he despised the company of my boyfriend. I believed that scheduling that meeting was a mistake.
I apologise for the grammar mistakes.
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