With an almost callous indifference I slipped that finger up her arse. It slid in easily; her butt-hole was already moist by itself.
“Naughty,” is all she wheezed, before closing her eyes and resuming biting her bottom lip.
Still playing with her clit which miraculously remained wet from her seemingly endless supply of pussy juices, I gently fingered her arse, pushing deeper in it with each metronomic thrust. I had never done this before, well, not like this, I didn’t know what I was doing. Yes, thumb-in-bum during doggy-style I had done, but nothing as blatant as this. I won’t lie to you; I liked it. I liked the audacity of it, the rawness, the intimacy, the honesty and, yes, the naughtiness of it.
Krazy Girl’s back arched up and she cupped her mouth with both her hands, her eyes wide, her breasts bouncing as she finally came. She suppressed her scream and it must have hurt her throat. It was that kind of orgasm.
Thank God for that, I thought, slowly pulling my finger out of her arse and relaxing my aching left hand. I looked at my right hand’s index finger, expecting it to be covered in a runny chocolate substance, but it was clean with just a hint of an odour.
From the room next door we heard a commotion, followed by two sets of footsteps in the passageway and a deliberately loud slamming of the front door. Good riddance.
Now I had a chance to go to the bathroom to wash my hands, so I stood up and for the first time became aware of my erection. It was about the size of Scotland. Krazy Girl noticed it too and she grabbed it and started enthusiastically sucking on it.
I stood by the side of that bed, with my hands help up in the air the way surgeons do after having scrubbed up, except that my hands were covered in pussy juices and anal bacteria, as the most physically perfect women I had ever seen naked sucked my cock like her life depended on it.
“Stay there, don’t you move,” she said as she quickly swung around and presented her backside to me, then reached back with a hand and grabbed hold of my cock.
What the hell is she going to do now, I thought to myself. Oh jeez, she’s not going to…oh fuck…not while she’s on her period…I really don’t like that…I’d done that once with my ex-girlfriend and really didn’t like it.
I was wrong.
Krazy Girl reversed onto my cock with her arsehole.
My cock slipped so easily and smoothly into her arse that it surprised me. That little hole was able to stretch that much and so easily?
Then it dawned on me…
Oh my God, had I just joined the AIDS club?!
You see, I grew up in South Africa, a fascist police-state when I was a kid. Pornography was illegal and sex was a taboo subject. I hadn’t heard of anal sex until my late teens and it came with a terrible stigma. It was considered totally immoral, for deviants and homosexuals only (in those days being homosexual was a crime that came with a lengthy jail sentence). Anal sex was not something that “normal” heterosexual couples ever did. It was considered unhealthy and highly dangerous. The acronym A.I.D.S was jokingly referred to as “Arsehole Injected Death Sentence”. It wasn’t something that I had a burning desire to do with a woman, but I’ll confess that I had wondered a few times over the years what it might be like.
I looked down at my cock, watching it disappearing and re-appearing as Krazy Girl bounced off it with her arse. Her beautiful golden-blonde hair was swaying in time with her breasts as she silently fucked her own arse with my cock. I think most other men would be very pleased with all this, but I wasn’t. My feet were frozen to the spot they stood on. I was terrified that my death sentence had just been carried out. I went a little cold inside (fear) and my cock must have softened a little bit because Krazy Girl said, “If it comes out it isn’t coming back in again,” without breaking her repetitive motion.
Was she a disease-ridden little slut? Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life, my now short life? Was anal sex a regular thing for her? Just how much trouble was I in? I wanted to know, so I asked, “How many other guys have fucked you in the arse?”
“Two others,” she answered, pushing her arse as far back on my cock as she could go, giving off a little grunting sound.
“My husband used to do it to me all the time. The first was another guy, but I was drunk and apparently there was a lot of screaming.” She kept bouncing off my cock with her butt-hole.
“Do you like being fucked in the arse?”
“Yes, when I’m really turned on.”
“Do you like feeling a cock cum in your arse?” I was curious.
“Do you like the feeling of hot, sticky cum in your arse?”
“I love it.”
In that instant I decided that the damage was done and I might as well go with the flow. With my foul hands I gripped her butt-cheeks and started thrusting my hips towards her, burying my cock even deeper in her arse. She stopped moving and let out little gasps that indicated a little discomfort. I couldn’t care less if she was uncomfortable; if she had just infected me with something, I was going to punish her…punish her with my cock. I noticed the sight of us in a full-length mirror that was clinging to the wall opposite the bed.
“Look to your right,” I said, which she instantly did. “Can you see yourself in the mirror?”
“Never mind. Keep looking that way.”
I kept looking into the mirror, committing to memory the sight of her on all fours on the bed, her pretty face with lips slightly apart, her expression neutral, eyes blinking with my every thrust, her perfect breasts dangling and swaying as I fucked her in the arse. I’d never fucked like that before, let alone with someone as physically perfect as Krazy Girl. If this was to be the end of me then I wanted to get as much out of it as I could.
I fucked her in the arse for what seemed like an eternity before I realised that I wasn’t going to cum. The way she had sucked me off eight hours previously had drained my balls, or so it felt. I knew at the time that a little bit of performance anxiety was creeping in too; I had never done this before and I was uncomfortable. I was a good guy and good guys don’t do things like this, right?
Wanting her to see herself, I picked her up off the bed and somehow managed to keep my cock in her arse as I positioned her in front of the mirror, dropping her legs to the ground.
“Put your hands either side of the mirror,” I commanded, which she instantly complied with, quicker than a scared felon about to be frisked by an angry policeman wielding a threatening night-stick.
“Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch your tits bounce as I fuck you in the arse,” I said. I was starting to enjoy this. Was she?
Her hair was getting in the way of my view, so I bunched it up and pulled back, just enough to lift her chin so that she could see everything in the mirror. She liked it because her tell-tale “naughty” escaped from her lips.
“Is this what you like?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Is this what you want?”
“Is this what you need?” I said, pushing my cock in as deep as it could go, lifting her onto the tips of her toes, causing her to catch her breath just before she answered.
“Is this what you’re good for?”
“Say, yes sir,” I ordered.
Like that we stood for an indeterminate time, my cock thrusting in and out of her arse, me tugging her hair, all the while I had a view front and back of what was happening. It was great; my heart is racing now, as I describe this to you. I so wish I had videoed that encounter; I’d never share it, it would have been just for me. I wouldn’t share something like that, doing so would diminish its value.
“I’m starting to get sore now,” is what she said to bring the experience to an end. I pulled my cock out and it came with a little popping sound. My cock was starting to go soft anyway, there was only so much ass-fucking it could take too.
Her arse was tighter then her pussy and I must confess, after a while it felt good. It took a little bit of mental relaxation (okay, my accepting my possible fate) for me to enjoy this new experience. I had heard that anal sex usually involved some lubricant, but this obviously wasn’t the case. Another urban myth that Stupid Boy believed.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, still in a mild state of shock at what had just happened.
“You’ve been so nice to me so I thought you deserved that.”
This girl was crazy, but I liked her.
Krazy Girl showered first and left me to my conflicted thoughts and feelings…and inspecting my dick. When I showered I used every chemical product in that bathroom (with the exception of the toilet bleach) to clean my cock. I was determined to get off it anything that didn’t belong there. It wasn’t a pretty sight – various shades of red – when I decided it couldn’t take any more punishment for the day.
A couple of hours later we were sitting in an Italian coffee shop next to the Thames, looking out over small sheets of ice that were bobbing on the shoreline, laughing at people slipping on frozen pavements. Krazy Girl returned from the ladies and sat down with a naughty smile on her face. I waited for it.
“The ladies toilets are very spacious. If I wasn’t on my period I’d say let’s go in there,” she said.
This little woman was insatiable! I liked that. Finally I had met a woman who matched and possibly exceeded my sex-drive. What made matters even better was I knew that I was falling in love with her.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happens next…