Bunni’s sexual awakening began just before she turned twenty. In the dorms, she experimented with different guys — late nights, doors half-shut, half-whispered encounters that left her flushed and restless. She wasn’t giving herself fully yet, but she explored. Blowjobs, hand jobs, long teasing make outs that always ended with her curious hands on their cocks. What she discovered wasn’t just that she liked them — she loved them.

She had an affinity for big ones. She liked the heft, the way her fingers didn’t close all the way, the stretch at her lips. And she discovered something even sharper: she adored uncut cock. The way the foreskin slid, the silky texture, the thrill when the head just barely peeked out — that was her favorite. Even before she’d been properly fucked, she knew she was drawn to size and uncut foreskin, and the bigger the better.

Then Covid hit. Classes stopped. Dorms emptied. She was stuck at home, restless and horny, locked in her room with nothing but her own hunger and the glow of her laptop. That was when she found anal porn — and it hit her like a drug. One clip, then another, then hours lost watching girls her age, legs spread, their mouths open, moaning as thick [cocks] gaped their asses wide. It felt illicit, something forbidden, yet their faces told the truth — glowing, blissed-out, eyes rolling back as they surrendered, lost in the raw pleasure of it. The taboo only made it hotter. Bunni touched herself with them, hips jerking, breath catching, her body aching to know that stretch for real. It was like watching her own secret future on the screen. Anal wasn’t dirty — it was the key to unlocking the kind of surrender she’d always fantasized about.

That was when she met him — her Spanish boyfriend. Handsome, confident, and when he undressed, her breath caught. His cock was fat, uncut, thick in a way that made her stomach flip. She wanted it desperately. He tried to be patient, and she wanted to learn, but she couldn’t quite figure out how to relax, how to make her body open the way she imagined. Vaginal sex with him could be great, and more than once he did fuck her ass. But it wasn’t the bliss she craved — too tense, too awkward, too new. Still, every attempt left her more certain: this was what she wanted most.

By the time her twenty-first birthday came, she had a plan. She packed a buttplug in her bag and told herself the night would be her true initiation. Vegas with friends, yes, but also something more. She wanted to celebrate by finally getting her ass fucked the way she’d fantasized about for years. A stranger felt safer — someone she could fuck, enjoy, and forget if it went badly.

She dressed for it: boots, cutoffs, and a flirty crop top that made her look like trouble. She didn’t need alcohol — the thrill alone had her pulsing with anticipation. Later that night, she drifted toward the men in boots and hats who had come for the National Finals Rodeo. Cowboys with easy grins and wide shoulders. She wanted one of them to bend her over and fuck her ass until morning. That was supposed to be her real birthday present.

It didn’t happen. The night veered in another direction, her plan slipped away. But the intent mattered. She had been ready to risk it. The hunger was guiding her choices.

And then came Tian.

He was older, more seasoned, a lover with an adventurous streak. From the start, the sex between them felt different — not clumsy or rushed, but tuned, deliberate, alive. He was bigger than average, thick in a way that filled her perfectly, cut, not as long or fat as some she’d seen before — but his cock felt right for her, the one that made her body open and respond like no other. He read her body, pushed her to the edge, praised her when she gave in. With him, she felt seen, guided, unlocked.

Their first anal happened at the dining room table. They had been kissing, grinding, the night thick with heat, when Bunni suddenly reached back, took Tian’s cock in her hand, and guided it straight to her ass. Before he could ask, before he could think, she was pressing down, surprising them both as his cock slid into her ass. She gasped, held him there, and for the first time she tasted what she’d been chasing for years. It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t fumbling. It was good. Shockingly good.

But the fixation didn’t fully bloom until molly.

They had rolled together before, playful nights full of music and touch, but then came the night it all broke open. The roll hit hard, loosening her, filling her with warmth, and suddenly she was overcome. She begged Tian to fuck her ass, trembling with the need, her voice raw with urgency.

When he slid in, it was like her body had been waiting for it all along. Every thrust was molten, every stretch a wave of surrender. She fucked back against him, desperate to stay full, moaning until she was shaking. The night blurred into a trance of sweat and gasps, her ass stretched and filled again and again until nothing else existed.

When it was over, Bunni was trembling, glowing, undone — but she knew. Something had changed forever.

Rolling with Tian became its own universe. She loved the closeness, the empathy, the long, spiraling conversations that lasted until sunrise. But threaded through it all, one craving burned hottest: she needed to be fucked in her ass.

With Tian, she had finally learned how good it could be — hours of him buried inside her, stretching her open, feeding the hunger she’d carried for years. And as she surrendered to him, another thought began to flicker. If this was heaven with Tian, what would it feel like with an even bigger cock? Uncut cock?

The memory of her Spanish ex returned — that fat, uncut cock she had never quite mastered. The porn she had devoured during lockdown replayed itself — young women glowing as their asses were railed. Now she knew what they had felt. And she wanted more.

It wasn’t about other men. It was about cocks themselves — their heft, their warmth, the way no toy could compare to the living throb of one buried deep in her ass. The thought lingered, subtle but insistent, even as Tian remained the center, her anchor, the one who made it safe.

Bunni wasn’t just curious anymore. She was awakened. And on Molly, her truth was undeniable: she was an anal queen.