My boyfriend loved anal sex, but had never tried it with me.

He promised me that it would be one of the most arousing, pleasurable experiences I would ever have.

But I was nervous.

Then one day I was reading a romance novel, which to my surprise, had an anal sex scene in it.

I read with rapt fascination as the male hero worked his lover with fingers and then a vibrating ass plug. The heroine loved it, addicted to the pleasure and pain of it as he then penetrated her ass with his cock.

I reached between my thighs, feeling my pussy wet with arousal. I suddenly craved the
sensations described in the book and I masturbated myself to sleep dreaming of having a cock deep in my ass.

The next day I told my boyfriend that I wanted it. I wanted him to teach my ass to take his cock.

He was at my apartment in a heartbeat, a bottle of lube and a box of condoms in hand.

I was so horny for it, I found myself on my knees, sucking his cock deep into my mouth, arousing him, readying him.

"Get on all fours," he told me, through gritted teeth and trembling with excitement, I got on my hands and knees.

He was gentle, penetrating my ass with just fingers and remembering the instructions from the book, I pushed out as he stretched me. There was pleasure in this and the sense of fullness, but his fingers weren't enough.

I needed his cock.

He worked my vibe into me, stretching me even further, before replacing it with his hard cock.

It hurt at first and then overwhelming pleasure.

"My ass," I moaned. "Fuck my ass."

My boyfriend obeyed, until I screamed and came hard on his cock.