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Thirteen year old Sarah discovers she’s a ‘back door’ girl.
Sarah looked into the mirror, her green eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. At twelve years old, she was a head shorter than most of her classmates, her figure a delightful mix of childlike innocence and burgeoning teenage curiosity. Her brunette curls cascaded down her back, and her tiny A-cup breasts just grazed the fabric of her school shirt. She knew she was different; her thoughts often drifted to the thrilling whispers of the adult world that she so wanted to explore.. But she enjoyed the secret games her mind played, especially the ones that involved her favorite toy – the smooth, fat, wooden handle of her hairbrush.
It was a sunny afternoon, and the market square bustled with life outside their stone building. The scent of freshly baked bread from her dad’s French restaurant downstairs wafted through the open windows. Sarah had to keep her developing sexuality hidden from her uptight mum, who was a stickler for decorum and had no patience for the curious whims of a young girl. Her dad, Charles, was more laid-back, and adored his daughter, but even he would be her secret yearnings.
The house was quiet; James was out playing with friends, and her mum and dad were busy with a dinner rush at the restaurant. Seizing the opportunity, Sarah tiptoed into James’s room. She knew exactly where he kept his stash of magazines. With trembling hands, she pulled out one she hadn’t seen before called “Backdoor Girls” and flipped through the pages. Her eyes widened as she stumbled upon a photo spread featuring a beautiful, slim girl bent over a table, her skirt hiked up, hold her cheeks open, a beer bottle was wedged in her anus base end first. The sight sent a jolt of excitement through her, and she could feel her heart racing as she studied the woman’s expression of pleasure. The girlish curiosity in her eyes grew as she looked through the magazine.
The door creaked open, and she froze, her heart in her throat. But it was only James, looking slightly annoyed at the disturbance. She quickly closed the magazine and tried to act casual. “What do you want?” he snapped, He looked at her flushed cheeks and the magazine she held, and went bright red. “What the fuck are you doing with that?”
Sarah’s eyes grew wide with fear, and she held the magazine behind her back. “I-I just wanted to borrow a comic,” she stuttered.
James rolled his eyes, unconvinced. “Don’t lie to me, Sarah. That’s mine and you really shouldn’t looking at.”
Sarah felt her face burn with embarrassment, but she rallied. “I bet mum doesn’t think you should be looking at these either,” she retorted, hoping to shift the attention from herself. James took a step towards her, his eyes narrowed.
“You wouldn’t tell her,” he said, a mix of threat and plea in his voice. There was something about the way he looked at her, that made her feel both daring.
“Only if you let me borrow it, she bargained, her voice steady despite her racing heart.
James was surprised by her offer, his eyes flick down to the magazine cover. “Really?” He said, a smile playing on his lips.
Her cheeks burned with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. “Only to laugh at with Claire”, she said, trying to convince James of her innocent intentions. She might show Claire, her best friend, and they could giggle about it together, but she knew that wasn’t the whole truth.
James studied her for a moment, his gaze lingering on the magazine. “Alright,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “But you better not tell anyone where you got it.”
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat as she took the magazine from him, darting out of the room before he could change his mind. She retreated to the safety of her own room, the old floorboards creaking under her feet as she rushed up the stairs. Once inside, she hastily pushed the door to, and placed the magazine on her bed.
The first scene in the magazine showed a young woman, with her legs spread wide and a man’s hand buried between her cheeks. The image was both terrifying and fascinating to her.
Her eyes fell upon a photo of a muscular, black man with a penis so large it seemed impossible for anyone to handle, let alone fit inside their bum. The woman in the picture had a look of ecstasy on her face, and Sarah couldn’t help but wonder if she she was faking. Taking anything that big up there must be uncomfortable.
Her hand strayed to her own jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button. She slid them down and her underwear followed. Sarah had been playing with herself for a while now, but the images in the magazine were a revelation.
She had never considered her bumhole as anything erotic, but she found herself growing wetter with each page she turned. She reached for her hairbrush, her breathing shallow.
Her slender fingers danced over her pink pussy, stroking and teasing it gently. It was already wet with excitement. Her touch grew firmer as she inserted the brush’s handle, feeling a slight resistance that soon gave way to the warm, tight embrace of her body.
On her knees beside her bed, Sarah’s eyes remained glued to the magazine’s glossy pages, her imagination running wild. She could feel the heat building in her cheeks as she studied the images of people engaging in acts she had never dreamed of. The plush carpet felt cool against her knees as she worked the wooden handle of her hairbrush between her legs.
Her finger slick with her juices danced over her anus, the smooth ring of muscle twitched. It was a foreign sensation, one she had never dared to explore, but the pictures in “Backdoor Girls” had stirred something deep within her. She took a deep breath and pushed the tip of her digit to her bumhole, feeling it tighten in response. The sensation was strange, yet not unpleasant.
Intrigued, Sarah began to rub the area more insistently, feeling a tingling sensation spread through her body. The hairbrush handle was thick and filled her pussy completely, but she wanted more. She spread her cheeks apart with one hand, the cool air of her room brushing against her wetness. The idea of inserting something into her ass was both thrilling and daunting, but the images in the magazine had made it seem so tantalizingly possible.
Her pushed deeper her little pucker, applying gentle pressure. She could feel the tightness give way as she pushed harder. The feeling was foreign yet exhilarating. She paused for a moment, she took a deep breath and pushed in a second finger. It was a strange, stretching feeling, but the slight discomfort soon gave way to a new kind of pleasure. Her hips rocked back and forth as she grew more daring, her fingers sliding in deeper with each pass.
Her eyes remained glued to the magazine as she let the hairbrush handle fall from her pussy, landing softly on the plush carpet. With a shaky hand, she reached down and began to slap her clit rapidly. The sensation was intense, like a bolt of lightning shooting through her body. She moaned softly, the sound muffled as she buried her face in the bed.
Her other hand remained busy, her two fingers sliding in and out of her tight little rear hole, feeling the muscles clench and relax. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that she had never felt before. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she picked up the pace.
Her eyes darted to the dresser, where she kept a small bottle of moisturizer. It would make this easier…smoother. She reached over and grabbed it, her hand trembling slightly as she uncapped it.
The cool lotion felt surprisingly good on her bum as she applied a generous amount with her already slickened fingers. Sarah took a deep breath and positioned herself on all fours in front of the full-length mirror that stood in the corner of her room. Her eyes locked with her reflection as she placed the tip of the hairbrush handle against her tight little bumhole. She felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, her body quivering with anticipation.
Slowly, she began to push the handle inward, feeling the stretch as her slick ring accepted the unfamiliar intrusion. It was a tight fit at first, but she persisted, her breath hitching as she worked it past the initial resistance. She watched in the mirror as the wooden handle disappeared between her cheeks, the sight of it pushing into her making her stomach flutter.
Her eyes never left her reflection as she eased the brush handle deeper, the bulbous end just breaching her sphincter. The sensation was intense, a strange fullness that seemed to resonate through her body. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes watering with the effort of holding back a whimper.
Once the handle was in halfway, she paused, letting her body adjust to the intrusion. Her pussy was wetter than ever before, and she couldn’t resist sliding her other hand down to stroke her clit. The contrast between the stretch of her ass and the delicate touch on her clit was maddening.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she pushed the handle deeper, feeling it’s girth fill her completely. The pressure was intense, but she knew she needed more. With her free hand, she reached down and inserted her fingers into her pussy, her tight walls stretched and slippery with desire.
The rhythm grew steadier, her breathing quicker, as she began to fuck herself with the handle. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a delicious pressure that seemed to resonate through her entire body. With each stroke, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, starting at the base of her spine and spreading out like a warm embrace.
The smooth wood glided in and out of her tight hole with surprising ease, thanks to the moisturizer. She could feel her muscles stretching around it, and the occasional twinge of pain only served to heighten her excitement. Her other hand never left her clit, working it with a frenzied intensity that had her moaning quietly into the carpet.
Her movements grew more erratic as her orgasm built, her hips bucking back to meet the thrusts of the hairbrush handle. The room was filled with the sound of her slapping her pussy and the wet squelch of the wood moving in and out of her ass.
In the mirror, she saw the wanton look on her own face, her cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She knew she was being bad, that she shouldn’t be doing this, but it just felt so good.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she came hard around her makeshift tooy. She cried out, the sound muffled as she buried her face into the carpet. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, her ass muscles spasming around the handle.
After the initial wave of pleasure subsided, she gently withdrew the brush, with a wet pop. She remained on all fours, panting heavily, the aftershocks of her climax still shaking her tiny body. The floorboards beneath her trembled slightly with each gasping breath she took.
Sarah couldn’t believe what she had just done. But as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a strange contentment. She was definitely a backdoor girl, and she loved it. The thought sent a thrill through her, making her cheeks flush even more.
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