My[F] First Anal – A Buttslut Origin Story

Are anal whores born or made? Maybe both? It’s an age-old question which mankind has yet to answer with any certainty, but I, for one, was born a buttslut, and I hope to prove that claim by regaling you with the tale of my first ever butt-stuffing!

For as long as I can remember, I have loved putting things in my butthole. From bouncing on a plunger handle like a desperate whore searching for literally anything to stretch my hole with, to testing my limits by seeing how many sharpies I could fit up there, I have always craved having my slutty little asshole filled as much and as often as possible. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would experience the real thing, and solidify my place amongst the legendary buttsluts of old.

This story begins in a quaint and scenic trailer park – the kind where every older guy who knows your Dad wants you to call them “uncle”, and where busted pickup trucks aren’t really busted, they’re just one upgrade away from winning the next amateur monster truck rally. I was freshly 18 at the time and, despite knowing long before this that, one day, I would be a cum-loving, all-holes-on-deck fuck toy, I was actually a bit of a late bloomer, and I had only just begun to truly explore my sexuality with another person in any meaningful way. I wasn’t exactly in a relationship, but I was hanging out with a guy who showed some promise and, much like a kid deciding who her future husband would be, I decided that he was going to be the first to fuck my ass.

His name was Michael, and he looked like Kid Rock fell into a pool of white trash acid and became the yee-hawin’, alligator-rastlin’, wife-beatin’ superhero, “Skid Rock”. Despite his rugged bad looks and dimwittedness, he was the guy I decided I wanted to exchange V-cards with, even though he’d probably end up selling mine for a carton of Marlboro Red 100s at some point. What can I say? My standards weren’t exactly high at the time. He just had a unique and infectious likability about him and, most importantly, he constantly expressed a clear and raging desire to fuck me. The sex was far from the level I experience today, but I loved how badly he always wanted to fuck the shit out of me, as well as the confident way he expressed it. I figured, at the very least, he would be a solid sparring partner.

“You like that, bitch?”

Mike’s dirty talk wasn’t anything to write home about, but his cock was beautiful, and the way it grew for and fit in my body had me quickly obsessed with it. He had one of those cocks that looked like it was meant for a different person, and was accidentally given to him instead – the skinny guy with the larger-than-average dick that looked massive on his rail-thin frame. I loved how warm it was; the way it throbbed for me, and the shivers it gave me when he would spit on it and impatiently force it inside my tight, teenage pussy without any warmup. It fit just right, and I had been fantasizing about it filling my butthole since the first time I saw it.

“Yes, Daddy, please fuck my pussy hard!”

From my very first utterance of “Daddy” during sex, I was hooked, and not about to let up any time soon. I found it could help to quickly turn mediocre sex into thrilling and filthy fucking for me, and Mike seemed to agree. I loved being treated like a whore – like an object whose only purpose was to extract the cum from the men whose cocks became hard at the sight of me, and I loved the idea of Daddy using my body for his pleasure. Mike wasn’t the Daddy I ultimately deserved, but he was the Daddy I needed at this time in my life, and he was helping me to unlock the dormant whore inside of me.

“Use my pussy to cum, Daddy!”

There was a problem though: Mike had never so much as touched my asshole, and I was too in love with his cock to risk scaring him off by asking him to make an honest buttslut out of me. What if I grossed him out? What if he told me he doesn’t do that, and I find myself with someone who refuses to treat me like the anal whore I was born to be? It may seem like a ridiculous fear, but I was struggling with communicating my desire to him, and I began to pray he would simply take the initiative and fuck my butt without my needing to ask.

“Say it again, bitch.” – his pet name for me, so sweet.

“Please use my pussy to cum, Daddy!”

We had just gotten started, but we’d fucked enough times at this point where we found a comfortable rhythm together, and we quickly found ourselves in it again tonight – maybe a little too quickly… I was bent over the side of his bed with my pants around my ankles, Mike’s cock pumping into me from behind, when I suddenly found myself craving more, and to such an extent that it was giving me courage to risk freeing the whore inside of me to watch what she’d do. I could tell Mike wasn’t close to cumming just yet, and so I thought this might be the perfect time to make some kind of move. Without overthinking it, I reached back with both hands to spread my butt open for him, just testing the waters.

“Good girl.”

Hmm, that was new, maybe I wasn’t the only one using this as an opportunity to improve my game? Mike’s verbal approval, along with the subtle increase in the power and speed of his thrusting, had me eager to keep exploring. I inched my fingers closer and closer to my butthole, spreading it almost right at the hole and feeling like a total slut as I did so. Fuck it felt good to let out more of the whore, maybe there’s something to this, I thought.

He didn’t say anything as he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and pulled out of my pussy. Shit, did I go too far and ruin it already? Is he about to cum? “Slap slap SLAP!” My body jolted uncontrollably and I let out an accidental moan as I felt the weighty head of his cock firmly slap against my spread open butthole. Oh FUCK, that felt amazing. I suddenly found myself bracing for it, was this the moment? Was it about to happen so suddenly?

My question was answered when I felt him aggressively force himself back inside my pussy. Damn, I thought that might have been it! I couldn’t stay disappointed for too long though, as the feeling of his perfect cock roughly stuffing my little pussy took me out of my head and put me right back in whore-mode.

Feeling emboldened from Mike’s slap-happy approval of what I was doing with my butt, I decided to go for broke. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth to wet it and, fast enough to avoid second-guessing myself, shoved it right in my asshole.

“Oh, FUCK!”, I groaned. I didn’t care if he didn’t like it at this point, as this was my first time having both my holes filled during sex, and it was blowing my fucking mind. I felt closer to my authenticity than I could ever remember feeling, and it was absolutely intoxicating – I needed this to keep going, I needed to let the whore out of her cage if I was going to introduce myself.

“I love how much of a slut you are”, Mike breathed out just a little less confidently than I was used to hearing from him. Was he getting nervous? It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him, but I got the impression he was wondering if this was headed somewhere new for him – somewhere exciting and less familiar. Maybe he was having the same communication dilemma as me, and secretly wanted to fuck my ass as badly as I wanted him to? Oh, eight-pound, six-ounce, newborn infant Jesus, please let it be true!

I was so lost in my own pleasure though, and so intent on plowing forward, that I suddenly felt a level of comfort I had only felt while masturbating on my own, and so I did what I would do if I were masturbating: I removed my finger from my ass, stuck it in my mouth along with my index and ring finger this time, then quickly forced all three inside my now exceptionally hungry butthole.

“Uhhhnngghh!!!” I let out the first ever of what would eventually become my signature, guttural, anal-induced groan of pleasure. I felt myself begin to cum immediately as I desperately tried to work all three fingers as deep as possible past the unrelenting tightness of the ring of my virgin asshole. I felt it squeeze them almost painfully hard as the orgasm enveloped my nerves and threatened to overtake what little control I still had of my body. As my legs shook and the orgasm slowly faded, I suddenly realized my asshole was wide open and almost gently holding my fingers in place. Oh shit. Mike’s cock had stopped fucking me and was no longer inside me…

I had a brief moment of panic as I ripped my fingers out of my ass and craned my head back, ready to confirm my fears of having gone too far. Mike was knelt behind me, his hand firmly gripping the shaft of his still visibly throbbing cock, and a wicked, knowing grin on his face. “That was so fucking hot…” he said with a renewed sense of confidence and more than a hint of excited anticipation. He was looking directly at my butthole now as he began slowly stroking himself and breathing deeply through his nose as if he had located his prey and was considering the best way to slaughter it. For a moment which seemed to last forever, he just sat there stroking and staring, and I felt a shiver run up my spine when his eyes suddenly found mine.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”, he asked with such vicious intent that, if he had been looking, he would have no doubt seen my asshole instinctually pulsate in eager and immediate compliance of his obvious desire. I had just the briefest flash of hesitation in my mind though. WAS I ready for this? Is this the right moment? Get out of your fucking head, Kaity! Now wasn’t the time to play a game of, “I’ve dreamed about this moment since I was little and it has to be just right!” I was born a fucking butt slut, and this was my moment to prove it. My body knew it and, soon, my mind would too.

“Fuck my butthole, Daddy.”

My pussy was as wet as I could ever remember it being, and I had successfully used my own juices and spit to lube up my asshole in the past, so I was hoping it would work with a good-sized cock as well as it did my fingers. I slathered my hole with slightly shaky fingers, this was it… It’s finally happening.

To my surprise, but ecstatic approval, Mike spread my cheeks open and roughly spit directly on my asshole. I love being the girl that guys get to fulfill little fantasies like this with. I felt myself relax a bit, pleased with having fulfilled his fantasy, and eager to fulfill several more over the next few moments. He lined up his cock with one hand, spreading my butthole open with the other, and gently pressed the head into me. Oh fuck. I was suddenly so hungry for his cock in my ass that I considered slamming myself the rest of the way onto him like I had done with toys in the past. Take your time Kaity, be in the moment and let it happen.

I pushed out as he slowly worked his seemingly never-ending cock inside, one inch at a time, putting all butt-stretching objects I had previously experienced to shame. This was so much different, it’s warm and soft, but rigid and demanding at the same time. As the last inch filled me, I felt my butthole inadvertently hug the entirety of his shaft with a firm squeeze – welcoming him into her limited space like an old friend. “UUHNNNGGGHH!!!”, I groaned again like a starving animal being delivered its first meal in weeks. “That feels SO FUCKING GOOD! Hold on…”, I gasped between breaths, “Okay, keep going.” I was soaking in the moment as my pussy soaked the balls now securely pressed up against her.

The instant he began to pull back I thought I might actually cum right then and there, and I briefly considered rubbing my swollen clit to snatch the orgasm right in front of me. Then, my vision went blurry and and my world began to collapse as he pushed back in with purpose. “Holy shit!”, I raggedly breathed. I had died and gone to buttslut heaven. The feeling was so unbelievably satisfying that I felt my actual existence being affirmed as his cock once again found the bottom of my asshole. He paused for a moment, no doubt searching for any sign he may have accidentally hurt me.

“Don’t stop! Seriously, please keep fucking me!” I was definitely in the moment now, and ready to be properly used.

He resumed stuffing my increasingly voracious asshole – intensifying his pace and fervor with each thrust, and I felt the orgasm suddenly hit me like a train. He groaned as my newly devirginized asshole squeezed him mercilessly in waves with my uncontrollable orgasm. This wasn’t it though, I could handle way more and I wanted to know what it felt like before he came. “Fuck it as hard as you can!”, I practically screamed in desperation, ensuring the message would find its way through my overwhelming ecstasy in time for him to comply.

He must have sensed the urgency in my voice, and was intent on listening before his own orgasm prevented him. He grabbed my hips hard and starting slamming into me with a speed and force I didn’t even know he was capable of. My hair was flying wildly now as I moaned like a stupified, deranged slut – drool spilling onto his sheets as he used my butthole like his own personal, indestructible cum receptacle. This was the moment I had been searching for – I was being violently used like a stupid little buttslut fuck toy that can’t survive without cum in her asshole. I wanted his cum shamelessly pounded into innards, not placed; POUNDED.

My gut was cramping from the nonstop and overwhelmingly powerful orgasm, and I began to think this was the day I might die an honorable whore’s death; death by dick. That was when I felt it – the first ever spurt of hot cum plaster the cramped walls of my convulsing asshole. I instinctively squeezed him with everything I had, hoping to milk enough cum out of him to claim his soul along with it. He groaned loudly as he collapsed on top of me – unable to continue moving as the last of his cum soaked my insides, and breathing heavy enough to cause me momentary concern. That must have been one HELL of an orgasm. I felt his heart racing as he lay there – his cock still throbbing inside of me, ensuring not a drop of his seed was left unplanted.

Despite having cum so hard myself, I didn’t want him to pull out of me – I wanted him to stay there for as long as possible, forever, if he saw fit. I was so incredibly fulfilled that I couldn’t imagine it leaving me now. He was spent though, and I could sense he was ready to pull out, wash up, and take our routine, post-fuck snack trip to Seven Eleven.

As the last inch of his cock slipped out of me, my grateful butthole quickly closing behind him to greedily savor the treat he left for her, I contemplated my identity. I really am a filthy little buttslut after all! I don’t know why I ever doubted myself, as I had never experienced so much as a moment that would have suggested otherwise, but I felt so complete and validated following this experience that it was as if I had finally shaken hands with, and introduced myself to my authenticity. A giant piece of the Kaity’s identity puzzle had snugly fallen into place, and it was as exhilarating as it was life-affirming to watch and feel it happen in one moment, with so much certainty.

“That was so fuckin hot, babe.”, Mike said as he stood up, causing me to snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity (couldn’t help it). “I’m gonna have to do that again, you’re a wild slut with a dick in your ass.” – Such a sweet talker. “Tell ya what, Seven Eleven’s on me today.”

I think I’m in love.

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