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It was late summer and the beginning of mine and Christina's senior year. We had both just turned eighteen and we were eager to have fun. She was five seven, Italian, had smallish breasts with dark red nipples. With nipples that were continuously erect and an ass that was more than generous, Christina had men following her around like a bunch of hound dogs chasing a raccoon...

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This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long time. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last week. I've reminisced and re-lived it all many times over the years. Much of it is quite fun to remember. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still. When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job selling radio advertising in a suburban/rural area, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly short time.

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Gemma and I have been going out for over a year, and are very comfortable in each other’s company. We have great sex and are very compatible, except for one thing. I have developed something of an obsession with anal sex; something, that until recently, was a definite no-no. I managed to get my wicked way on my birthday, and that is what I’m going to tell you about here.

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At first it was a joke, something she brought up in soft, warm words they shared after making love that became a recurring joke between them. She would whisper in his ear as he entered her or the moment after their kiss broke. "I mean it Andres," she'd say is a sultry, practiced voice. "You wait. One day it will be your turn." He would turn and see the look in her eyes. "I'm serious."

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During my adventure in the warehouse I had told the lads there were two office girls who enjoyed sex as much as I did and would see if they were up for some fun. I would speak to the girls first and explain that they could trust the guys to be discreet, (lets face it they were onto a good thing) then get back to them with the details.

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Kurt was nervous. She was meant to be there in fifteen minutes, it was quarter to six now and the movie started at six-thirty. She had told him she would be round to pick him up, it would just be easier that way. He had put on his favourite shirt; Navy blue and plain, he wore it everywhere he went and didn't feel the need to dress up tonight. He was also wearing his oldest pair of jeans, held up by a belt he had just gotten the week before, Kurt despised shopping and even more so when it was for pants.

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