Coed Cheerleader recalls first struggling anal."Raawwwww!" I screamed, primal, violent, frustrated and totally unsatisfied.Using a *** in my ass was nothing at all like a nice big cock. My ex was a *** ***, and about the only good thing he had going for him was his smooth thick dick. Kyle was a stupid *oops, paint spill*, but he knew how to use my body for pleasure. He knew how to give me pleasure too, even if I didn't realize it at first."*oops, paint spill*!" I said, climbing naked out of the bathtub. The flopping *** lay curved in the bottom edge near the drain.Maybe it was the toilet, or maybe it was that I didn't have a real dick in my ass. Either way, I couldn't *** as Kyle had trained me to.I'd been hammering my ass with the hard plastic for a good thirty minutes and rubbing my *** until I was slick with sweat and slipping on the back of the porcelain. It didn't work."Why?" I stalked out of the bathroom and moved to the bedroom, flopping on my plush cover. The mattress was comfortable, relaxing, and reminded me of the last time Kyle had reamed my ass to my exploding orgasm.I squirmed in the covers. The softness, the sliding heat from my body, and the easy way I flowed into the seeming silk were in direct contrast to how rough he'd treated my rear end.There was a nugget of truth in how he'd plugged my ass, a method that I was missing, or some type of slapping need that I couldn't match. My hand traced the top of my slit, circled my ***, and wet my already pruned finger. My other hand sloped over my butt cheek, fingertips tickling my butthole. I was stretched from the ***, which was more than Kyle ever did for me. In moments I was two fingers in, plunging fast and rough porn pulling on my smooth tight sphincter while pulling my knees into my chest. The tops of my thighs compressed my nipples and balled up like the fetal position one hand reaching around behind and the other pressed between my legs I moaned.I remembered the first time Kyle drove his thumb up my ass.We were on my bed, this bed, and I was on all fours, my feet dangling over the edge. His dick always felt so good filling my ***. I was pressing my palms into the mattress for leverage to rock my hips into his waist. Kyle was a jerk sometimes, but he had a great dick, thick, long enough to hit my G-spot, and best of all knew how to move it.I had never put something in my before, nothing. I hadn't even plunged a finger in while in the shower. Not once, not even when I'd seen a porn on Kyle's computer the first time.His finger was an invasion I did not welcome, and the moment he rubbed in slow circles around my tightest untouched hole I jumped away."Ahhh! What are you doing?!" I shouted twisting to look over my shoulder. I could see his hands on my rump, his thumb disappearing above my ***."Your ass is so *** sexy, I'm going to put my thumb in your ass.""What? No! Don't!"He laughed."Relax, you're going to like it.""No! I won't! AHhhhhh!!"Kyle didn't listen and pushed in past the nail."*oops, paint spill*!" I screamed, thrashing, but letting him impale both my holes. His laughter was cruel and enraging."I knew you'd like it. Damn, you're a good ***. You're my ***.""It hurts! Oh, my god, it feels so wrong! Ungh!"His cock still moved inside my sweetness, and it felt good, but all I could focus on was his thumb invading my hole. He moved inside with everything, stuffing me complete, and dominating my center. He was in command of my body no matter what I thought. Every time we had sex he manipulated my erogenous zones beyond what I expected. I felt like he had a secret map to my pleasure and only he could read how to get the climaxing treasure."Mmm, ooh, my god. I like it." I said, minutes later from his thrusting. He worked my butthole almost like he worked his dick; strong, thick, pulsing. At times he yanked, stretching my butthole wider like he was working a rubberband looser for some reason.I stopped moving and gripped the blankets to brace myself against his splitting thumb. Still, he moved his big dick in slow thrusting motions providing pleasure to balance the pain and discomfort he was wreaking on my sphincter. It hurt, and I winced biting my teeth the whole time. Air sucked through what little space was between my overbite, and it sounded like my jaw was wired shut. The whistle of saliva and air billowing through my cheeks filled the room.It wasn't until he let my ass rest and withdrew his thumb that I discovered my jaw was sore from clenching the whole time. Kyle wasn't one to be finished though, and with both hands holding my waist like he was bracing my body with his whole weight he pulled out of my teen pron.I missed his fullness immediately."What? Why did you stop?" I said. "*** me, I mean." free xxx movies"I'm not done," he said."Want me to flip over?" I said, beginning to twist, but my butt was held firm. His hands were hard on my love handles."No. Just try and relax," he said. I could feel the sick smile on his lips, the cruel intent in his eyes, and hear the joy he contained like a muffled cackle."Kyle, wait, no! I'm not readeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I screeched, a pure note of banshee madness screaming high pitched, wailing, and then cringing so hard I thought my eyes would burst from how tight I slammed lids shut.Kyle rammed his cock up my ass.Pain flooded out of my sphincter, lanced like a sharp poker driven through my insides. Burning awfulness quivered around his thick shaft, and impaled, I thrashed on my knees.As much as I tried to twist, struggle, flail my legs and heave my back he had me pinned. His thick dick would not leave my butt."You ass feels so *** good and tight! It's so *** warm! I had no idea how hot like hot your *** would feel! God, I love it! Your butt is amazing. Haha, you're *** taking my fat cock up your ass.""Get it out! Oh my god! Kyle! It hurts so *** much! Please!" I whimpered, each word punctuated by gasping breath and sucking air against the wincing cringing that pinched my face like an old man eating sour candy.I tried pushing him away, attempting to leverage against his legs, but he swatted my wrists away and they fell to the bed. He had my waist pinned down and I could not escape his rod.At least he wasn't *** me yet. At least it wasn't moving."Kyle, please! It hurts so much. Like you shoved a *** wrist into my ass! God!" I sucked in breath, struggling to make it less uncomfortable, to make it less painful with every movement I made. His dick was in my butt! "*oops, paint spill*! KYLE! OUCH! It hurts! AHhhhhhhh!" I cried."Your *** look so *** good slapping around while you squirm. Relax. I told you. You'll get used to it."He rubbed my back and stroked my butt cheeks down my thighs."Relax, relax, let it happen." He pet me like I was a dog, like I was a cat, like I was an animal he was trying to soothe into submission.I hated him for it, but it worked.My pain withdrew, slow like throbbing heartbeats pulling away stiffness, like blood cleaning sore muscles from soreness. Yet, his cock remained. I panted, moaning every quick exhale."See," Kyle said, still petting my skin with his rough hands. "it will start to feel good. You're going to *** so *** hard you'll be begging me to stuff it in your butt in no time.""No, I won't!" I shouted fast between panting moans. Inhale fast, moan. Inhale fast, moan. Over and over. I wanted to murder him when he laughed."Yes, you will." His cock moved, and I screamed in shock, pain. "Touch your ***."