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The doctor pulled out empty injection from my asshole. He put on new latex glove and drowned ot in bucket with lube.Insert one finger in my ass and immediately inserted the other one. It's starting to hurt a little. After a while he added a third finger and it started to hurt a lot and I started crying again. 

He came closer to me and said "Why are you crying ? We don't even started yet. You said that you have never been anal penetrated before. We're going to change that now." He pulled his fingers out of me and walked away.

I noticed him unlocking a cabinet in the back of the room. When he opened the door on cabinet, I focused my eyes through my tears and saw so many different dildos and nozzles. There were also many fucking big ones.

I was so scared that I felt my heart in my throat. He came back with some big bucket.

The nurse brought a stand with a water bag. She placed it next to the chair and started filling it with cleaning water.The doctor pulled out the 12" colon nozzle and put lube on it. 
At the beginning it's 1" in diameter and comes it up to 1.4" and last 4" insertable is 2" in diameter and then there is a stop where the hoses are.
He slowly started to push it into my body. After about 6 inch it stopped, even though he pushed hard. I was screaming through gag as it hurts. 

He pulled out and the nurse handed him a plastic stick. He inserted it into me and started circling it to find out where my large intestine continued. 

Then he started to insert the hose back in, but this time hard. He pulled it in and out until he got it all the way to the 2" diameter. He looked at nurse and then pushed it in hard until the end. She handed him the hose to plug it in and start the enema.

I felt water flow in my belly, it was unpleasant and painful. I was screaming and crying and shaking with myself trying to free myself.

When the water bag is completely empty and 2,5L in my colon. The doctor pulled out 12" nozzle and immediately put inflatable plug in my ass and started pumping. 

He stood up and said "You will be like this for five minutes. Then I'll pull out the plug and you'll dump it all into the bucket". The nurse massaged my stomach the whole time. It was terribly painful.

After I let it all out, the doctor came with a bigger and longer hose, and happily said "Let's have another round". My anal was inside out.

He linked all his fingers together and pushed them hard into my ass tried to get his whole fist in there. I cried the whole time. It was really really painful.

After this the doctor pulled out another one. "This is 40 inches of anal wrecking" I went to cry my eyes out after this message. The nurse said to doctor "She's skinny. She can't take it all". Doctor said her back "I will make her fit it all in"

Part 3 comming soon...

A long time ago, the strangest thing happened to me, I still think about it fairly often over the years. Lately it's been back on my mind a lot, for whatever reason.

I had been swimming with my friend Nicole, and afterward we decided to go back to her place and hang out. We got there and there was nobody else home, so we grabbed some snacks and soda and headed to her room.

We had been casual acquaintances for a couple years, but we became better friends the beginning of that summer. I hung out with her brother sometimes, mostly in the computer room, but I had never been in her room before.

I remember she had bunk beds for some reason, the weird kind with a big bed on the bottom and a slightly smaller bed on top. I have no idea why, either. She had siblings, yeah, a brother and a sister, but they had their own rooms, and her sister was a lot older, by maybe seven years or so. Older to the point where I was surprised she was still living at home. I could only guess that maybe they were a holdover from some time she shared a room with her older sister or something, I never asked and never found out.
I was also extremely jealous because she had a cable box, in her room! Even if my mother could have afforded such a thing, she never would have let me have one, I was stuck with cable coming straight from the wall, like a chump!

She said she had to wash her hair and left to go take a shower. I was sitting on her bed, flicking through channels, watching Nickelodeon or MTV or whatever. I won't lie, I was thinking about her in that shower. We were friends, and I had no delusions of us being more, but she was quite a looker.

Eventually she returned to the room, wearing only a towel... on top of her head! Otherwise, completely stark naked! I tried not to be noticeably surprised, I tried not to have her catch me gawking like a geek, whatever, but she didn’t pay me much notice. I expected her to, like, shriek and back out, like she forgot I was there or something, but she just came in and closed the door.

It wasn’t anything sexual, either. She didn’t come on to me or anything, she just went about her way, casually getting things out of her dresser, looking in the mirror, moving stuff around on her vanity, holding a casual conversation about what was on TV or whatever, I could barely think because I was so distracted. She was acting perfectly normal other than the fact that she was naked.

I couldn’t help but sneak peeks, and longer looks whenever I got the chance, not like I had to worry because it wasn’t like she was trying to catch me or anything, but I was still worried she might. I had no idea what was going on, still don’t to this day. Her family weren’t nudists or anything, as far as I had ever known. I had been to her house before, nothing like this ever happened.

I fully believe she wasn’t coming on to me or trying to entice me in any way, either. I've told a very few people this story before, and they all seem to think I missed my cue, like she was giving me a signal, but I sincerely doubt it. She never gave me any kind of look or approached me in a proactive way or anything, there wasn’t anything sensual or cloying about her manner. She acted the same way she acted while clothed. I’m pretty sure if I had tried to hit on her or touch her or anything, she would have thrown me out. I didn’t so much as comment about her nudity, for fear of ruining anything.

Instead I just accepted the strange luck I had been given and let my eyes absorb everything. For a good while she stood in front of her big vanity mirror with her back to me, giving me a good look at both sides. The mirror wasn’t full length but it was big enough to let me see everything. I remember her wispy blonde pubes, thin enough to let me see the lips of her vulva beneath. I remember her holding the towel with her left hand while bending over to retrieve something from a low drawer. The dimples on the sides of her butt.

Eventually she took the towel off her head and dabbed at her legs and backside a bit with it, before brushing some kind of products through her long blonde hair, still nude the entire time.

I tried not to be visibly excited but I was exploding, in my mind. She shook her still damp hair and retrieved some more things from her bureau.

Eventually she put on a white, lacy bra, not see through but frilly, and then some shiny, slightly blue panties, I watched her pulling them up the entire time, wishing I were them. She finished getting dressed and opened her door, then came and sat beside me on the bed, her hair was still slightly damp.

We sat there watching TV and chatting, eventually her father came home and greeted us, soon enough the rest of her family was there, as well. I was still running her previous nudity through my mind the entire time.

After who knows how long, it got dark, I left and went home. She and I were still cool that entire summer, still hung out at the pool a lot, but there were no more nude house visits after that. I hung with her at her house a few times after that, sometimes we were alone again, but they were all normal, fully clothed hangs. Much to my chagrin.

After that summer we were still cordial, but she was already moving on to different friends, mostly girls, generally stuck up snobs. We would see each other in the hallways and be cool, but we weren’t really hanging out anymore. I still hung out with her brother sometimes, but she would only barely acknowledge me when I was over.

We fell even further out of touch after that, maybe an acknowledgment in the hallway, head nod or a smile, but no more friendly stop and chats.

After a while I realized I stopped seeing her or her brother at all and found out months after the fact that they had moved to another city, entirely! Didn't even think to tell me about it, the last time I had hung out with her brother, nobody had mentioned anything about moving.

I never found out what was going on that day, never found out if hanging out naked was something she had done with other people or something, like it was just normal for her, never found out if she thought I was gay and that’s why she was fine being naked around me, never found out if I was actually totally wrong about it being innocent casual nudity, nothing.

Even to this day I would love to ask, if I somehow got back in touch with her. If she would even remember at all, or if she would remember but pretend not to, or if she would think/pretend I was making it up and being some kind of freak for even bringing it up. Like I was trying to get with her or something. Maybe be freaked out that it's been on my mind this many years later. I just want to put an end to my nagging curiosity, is all.

The whole thing was very weird, and she’s almost become a bigger part of my memories, than she ever was a part of my life, which is sad when I think about it, especially with how important it all felt back then, friends seemed like the biggest thing in your life, people you would know forever, and then one day you just, never see them again. It's an odd feeling when a memory seems more real to you than the person the memory is about, has a bigger impact on your life than the person it's about.

Anyone know how I could get involved in a gangbang?UK based. Always something I've wanted to be part of. Need to start my bucket list. 

the best part is that a minute before she was probably acting up like . - i'm the one in charge here loll

Any other straight guys like me?

I am just infatuated with cum and cock. 

my own and others. 

I don’t think I’m gay because I don’t find men attractive in the sense I could have a relationship with a man. The thought of kissing another man  grosses me out. No offense. 

but I have sucked a few cocks in the past just to satiate my lust for cock and cum. Only a handful of time when I’m really horny and under the influence of something. But I enjoyed it for the most part. I’m always kind of let down at the end but at least I can say I tried it.

I’ve eaten my own cum several times as well.

another guys like me? What did you do to quench your thirst? It’s been at least 10 years for me since I sucked a dick but every time I get really horny I think about it.  

Hope she becomes part of your jerk material 

Once a whore always a whore. Do your part to keep spreading her content.

One part of the physiological study i am doing with my therapist is to do the most depraved and shameful things and record it all. It’s my exposure therapy he says. One of the rules of the study is that my cunt is basically my piggie feeding trough and anything I ingest must first come from there and be covered in my own pig slime. 

Hi, I'm Lucy. I'm 19y.o. (almost 20) 174cm tall, slim blonde girl

I went to the gynecologist for a checkup about contraception at 16:00. There was only a doctor and a nurse there, so I could go inside right away.

The doctor asked me to sit on a chair and asked me questions as usual, but he also asked if I had ever been ass penetrated (No, I'm not). I was there for contraception, so it didn't seem strange to me.

After the interview, I signed the papers, but there were somehow more than usual. He asked me if I want to read it, but I signed them without reading. Then the doctor asked me to go get ready in the bathroom as usual and when I was done, to come and sit in the gyno chair.

Chair was a little different than the last time I was there, but it didn't seem strange to me at that time. When I was lying down, I looked around and didn't see the nurse.

He said there was nothing to worry about and that he had to tighten the straps around my calves so I wouldn't accidentally kick him. As usually he lubricate his finger and insert into my pussy and slowly sliding in and out.

I noticed a nurse coming into the room with some bag. Then doctor said he must insert speculum because he needs a swab from vagina. He insert plastic speculum into mi pussy and did a swab and put it out. I noticed a nurse doing something behind me, at that time I don't really care. 

She prepared BDSM accessories for that gyno chair (straps for arms, straps around the thighs, straps around my chest, and the structure that is supposed to hold your head against the seat with a mouth gag. But I didn't know about it.

She asked me to put my hands over my head. So I did. She grab a cuffs and cuffed my hands to chair and quickly deployed the structure with gag on my head and insert gag in my mouth. Then started tightening straps around my ankles, thighs and two around chest.

The doctor stood up and said "Mount arm restraints to the chair. We need her well secured for this experiment !". I tried to free myself. Nurse uncuffed my left hand, doctor grab it and she tied my hand (wrist, forearm and biceps) with 3 leather straps so I have my arm next to the chair. Same with my right arm on other side.

I never felt so helpless and vulnerable.
He put latex glove on his right arm and put whole hand to bucket with lubrication.
Start inserting 2 fingers in my pussy. He added a third one shortly after. It was painful but also good and nurse put vibrator on my clit and held it there. It was like heaven at that time.Doctor pull out and try to put whole fist in my pussy. I screamed through gag. It was so painful.

After trying his best, he pull out after good five minutes. I was already in tears, but I was relieved that it was all over. At least that's what I thought. 

He reached over to the table and grabbed big stainless steel speculum and put lubricant on it. Inserted that big speculum in my pussy and he started to expand it to full extent. I was in pain. 

Nurse put lube on a small orange tube and gave it to the doctor. He started slowly inserting it to my pee hole. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable and weird. Then nurse inflated it a little and connected it to the bag hanging below the chair.

The doctor pulled a small table on wheels towards him. There are various tweezers, pliers, needles, injections and cleaning supplies on the table.

He gave me an injection in my cervix, grab pliers and started stretching my cervix. It hurts like hell. I cryed and shaking a lot.

Then he pulled out pliers and insert big stainless steel needle and start stabbing my cervix. I never felt that much pain in my life. After it he insert some small brush and start fucking my cervix with it. I went to cry my eyes out.

After he was done he said to the nurse "Here we are done, we can pull speculum out!".

I thought my nightmare was over. I was looking forward to them untying me and letting me go so I could get out of there quickly. Nurse started to narrow the speculum and pulled it out. I was happy that it was over. But they still left that tube in my pee hole.
The doctor came to me with 5ml injection of lube. He ran his lubed fingers over my anus and told me "One more hole left". I started crying again. I tried my best to free myself from this hell, but it didn't work.
The doctor laughed and put injection of lube in my anal and emptied it.

part 2 comming soon...

Tell me your favorite part of my video of my wife. Better yet, show me. And if its good maybe I will show you more.

The stale air of the motel room was thick with the acrid promise of something I'd spent a lifetime denying, but it was the rich, leathery scent of a massive cigar that truly coated the back of my throat when the door creaked open. They were there, exactly as promised, but the reality was so much more potent. He was a bear of a man, a hairy redneck in his late 50s with a gut that strained the buttons of his flannel and a thick, graying beard. A monstrous 80-gauge cigar, a dark brown torpedo of tobacco, was clamped in his teeth, the end glowing with a deep, menacing cherry. My cock, traitorous to my entire history, throbbed with immediate, desperate need as I watched him inhale deeply from his cigar. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he stared me down like prey.But her… she was magnificent. A goddess of abundance with wide, ample hips that promised a soft place to land. She was the embodiment of a fertility that my body, against all my programming, craved with a primal hunger.He grunted, a sound of pure, primal ownership, and she smiled, a soft knowing look. He didn't waste time, maneuvering her onto the bed all the while cigar clenched tightly in his jaw. Her body a landscape of life-affirming softness that mesmerized me to the point where I couldn't look away. He positioned himself between her thick, creamy thighs, and I had my first real look at his cock. It was a masterpiece of masculinity, a big, uncut beast, thick and heavy and already leaking precum like a faucet. First he played with her cunt. At first there was silence,  followed by her deep moans then all I could hear was the gradual sound of wetness as she began to squirt harder and harder against his hand. Grinning and smoking deeply, he locked eyes with me as he changed positions and slowly into her. He fucked her with a slow, powerful rhythm, his hairy ass flexing, his heavy balls slapping against her flesh with each deep thrust, all the while puffing on his cigar, the smoke curling around his head like a halo of pure, unadulterated power. The smoke was so thick and the sight so wonderful I must have been tripping. It was like a halo of smoky light began lighting up the couple, illuminating my hidden desires and awakening something deep within me.After a few minutes, he pulled out, his magnificent cock gleaming with her slickness. He looked at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Get over here and clean me off, boy," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble from the cigar smoke. I scrambled onto the bed, my mouth watering. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and the taste of her hit me like my favorite candy. It was a musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor that was nothing like a man. It was the taste of life, of earth, of pure, unadulterated femininity. I sucked him clean, my tongue delving under his foreskin, chasing every last drop of her nectar. I wasn't just sucking his cock; I was worshipping the tool that had just been inside my new temple.Then, he did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, got down on the bed beside me, and looked me dead in the eye. "Alright, son," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "Time for your real lesson. But first, we gotta fix that broken brain of yours." He took a long, slow draw from his cigar, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. He then blew a thick, plume of smoke directly into my face. "Breathe that in," he commanded. "That's the smell of a real man. That's the smell of freedom. You're gonna learn to love it." He then took the cigar from his mouth and pressed it to my lips. "Suck on it. Don't inhale, not yet. Just get the taste of it. Let it fill your mouth." I did as I was told, the rich, earthy flavor of the tobacco coating my tongue, mixing with the lingering taste of her pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating combination."Good," he grunted, a look of savage satisfaction on his face. "Now, let's get down to business. You're gonna learn to worship this pussy like it's the only thing that matters, because it is."He turned his attention to her, her legs still spread wide. "Look at that," he breathed. "That's a masterpiece. That's what real men fight for. You don't just eat it. You worship it. You lose yourself in it. You become part of it."He leaned in and demonstrated. He flattened his wide, rough tongue and took a long, slow, deliberate lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She shuddered and moaned. "See that?" he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. "You taste everything. You breathe her in. This is your new religion. This cunt is your god. I am your prophet. And you," he said, tapping my chest, "are my disciple.""Now you try," he commanded. "Do exactly what I do. Don't think, just feel. Feel the truth of the cigar in your mouth. Feel the rightness of this moment. And take a hit of this cigar. Inhale it this time. Let it fill your lungs. Let it make you a man."I leaned in, my heart pounding. I took a long, deep drag from the cigar, the smoke filling my lungs, a warm, spicy rush that made my head spin. I buried my face in her soft belly first, savoring the feel of it. Then I moved down and followed his instruction. I licked her, from bottom to top, just like he showed me. Her taste flooded my senses, richer and more complex than I could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating. It was right."Good boy," he grunted, right beside my ear. "Now get in there. Get your nose in it. Smell what a real woman smells like. This is the smell of victory. The smell of life. Don't be shy. This is what you were meant to do. And keep smoking that cigar. Let the smoke mix with her scent. Let it become a part of you."That was all the encouragement I needed. Something inside me snapped, not just my sexuality, but my entire worldview. The years of denial, the shame, the self-imposed therapy, the liberal conditioning—it all evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, all-consuming obsession. I wasn't a gay man anymore. I was a creature of pure appetite, a convert to a new, depraved faith, and this beautiful cunt was my entire world.I plunged in, my beard scratching against the soft skin of her inner thighs, my nose buried deep in her. I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air. He was right there, coaching me, his voice a depraved chant in my ear. "That's it, lose control. Get messy. Show her how much you fucking love it. Show her how much you need it. Show her how much you live for it." His words were a litany of perversion, a prayer to a dark god, and they were setting my soul on fire. I took another long drag from the cigar, the smoke mixing with the scent of her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that fueled my depraved hunger."See that little spot right there?" he pointed out, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "That's her sweet spot. Flick it with your tongue. Make her scream. Suck her clit. Pretend it's a little cock. Suck it hard. Show her you're a man now. Show her you're a pussy man."I did as he said, my tongue lashing out, flicking and sucking, my beard getting soaked in her juices. She was moaning and writhing, her body responding to my every touch, my every lick. I was in a trance, a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. The cigar smoke mixed with her scent, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that was driving me wild. I was a man possessed, a man reborn, a man who had found his true purpose."Look at you," he growled with pride in his voice. "You're a natural. A fucking pussy-eating pro. You're not a faggot anymore, are you, boy? You're a pussy man. You're a real man."I couldn't answer. My mouth was full. But he was right. I felt a change happening inside me, a fundamental rewiring of my soul as I drank her essence. When she came, it was with a violent shudder and a gush of hot, sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I drank it all, my body trembling with the sheer, depraved joy of it, the cigar clamped between my teeth like a trophy.When I finally raised my head, my face was a slick, shining mess. I looked at him, my eyes wild with a new kind of hunger. He just laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. "Told you you'd love it," he said, adjusting the cigar in my mouth. "Welcome to the right team"