[F]The smell of blood made us fuck like animals in a squalid alley (ovulation)(blood)(first time fucking)(male and female fucking)

This was a couple of years ago and I had just got back to London after living in a sordid little grief hole called Cornwall. I was happy because I was back among interesting, vibrant and sophisticated people instead of having to put up with a bunch of racist, intolerant and probably inbred fuckwits. Also the internet coverage in Cornwall’s a joke also.

Anyway, I was in a bar catching up with some friend’s when suddenly someone who we all used to know from school came over to us (I’ll refer to him as Rob, but this is NOT his real name). At school Rob had been an odious fat ugly piece of wank rag and in the intervening years he’d only got worse. His friends were at the bar and without being asked, he sat down among us. Without much preamble he looked at me and **fucking winked** and then said ”all right Sally (not my real name), remember me?”

He then very loudly, as he sat at our table, started shouting things back to his friends, telling them of certain rumours that had been spoken of me at school. One of the things people used to say was that I was a slut and that I would give blow jobs to lots of guys during dinner time. This was fucking bullshit. There were a few occasions (no more than 12 or so) when I gave a few hand jobs (and only ever one guy a day) if I needed bus fare to get home but he made it sound as if every dinner time, boys would get in line while I sucked them off, one after the other.

And his fucking friends at the bar thought this was hilarious. This was too much for me…..very quickly there were tears in my eyes with anger. I should point out here that usually I am much more emotionally strong than this. Ordinarily, I feel totally empowered and no man can drive me to tears……..However, I had just started my period (I had just intended to catch up with my friends, not get cock so it wasnt a big deal that it was my time of the month) and so I was a bit emotional.

Just as I was about to leave a guy came over and spoke to him. This guy was tall, with wide shoulders and he looked liked he could of been a model. Mostly I was struck by his *presence*.

”Are you all right love?” this stranger said. I was vaguely disappointed to hear that his accent was one of those Irish Traveler types and also a bit surprised. He didn’t look like one of those people; he looked classy and nice and he didn’t seem like one of the ones you see on Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.

I was too upset to respond but I didn’t need to. Rob responded for me ”Oi, why don’t you fuck of you pikey piece of shit?” (Rob was a racist and very drunk).

Instead of responding with anger, this stranger gently took me by the arm and guided me out of my seat ”I’ll take you to a taxi if you like love”

For some reason, Rob took this as an insult when really, it should have been this mysterious Irish Traveler stranger who should have been offended at Robs confrontational tone. Rob got out of his chair and tried to stare this stranger down. This stranger ignored him, and very gentlemanly like, guided me to towards the pubs exit.

I already mentioned this guys *presence*. There was just something about him that made me feel incredibly safe and I had no problem being led away by him and to be honest, I think my body had already started getting ready for fucking (even though I was upset and didn’t consciously know I wanted to have sex.)

And Rob….the fucking idiot…..followed us outside.

”Oi! Pikey cunt!” Rob shouted at us as we were walking down the street. Suddenly this handsome stranger reacted. He turned, grabbed Rob and slung him down an alley. I realized that he was incredibly strong at that point and also realized that I knew I wanted to fuck him.

Rob drunkenly stumbled to his feet shouting ”come on then you Irish cunt”. The Irish Traveler was already on him though and hit him hard (audibly hard) and then slung him further down the alley. I was still on the street at this point, unsure of what to do. I felt silly just standing there and somehow felt like I should offer my support to my Knight in Shining Armour so I ran down the alley so I could watch Rob the fucking prick get beaten to a pulp.

The Irish Traveler knew how to fight. Each blow was followed up by another blow and Rob was subjected to a cascade of fists, knocking him about and making him stumble like he was (even) drunker than he was. But still he kept up with the angry racist abuse ”ya fucking pikey Irish cunt”etc etc.

The Irish Traveler had had enough. He landed a blow on his jaw and put a lot of force behind it. I could here a sickening *crack* and an almost comical, inarticulate moan from Rob and he fell into the puddles on the alley floor like a rag doll. The fight had gone clean out of him and then the Traveler told me to wait there, while he checked if anyone had saw and maybe got the wrong impression and called the police. He ran back towards the street to check for bystanders and I stood over Rob.

I cant lie. Maybe you’re not going to think I’m a nice person, but I felt totally empowered. A few minutes previously, this Rob had been making fun of me because I was bullied at school and now he was lying in a puddle in an alley, severely beaten up. He was whimpering and almost sobbing and I saw he was way worse busted up than I had realized. His nose was mushed up and his jaw was noticeably broken (even in the bad lightening of the alley). His mouth looked liked a butchers bin and several teeth had been broken or knocked out. Under the orange fluorescent of the street lights I could see there was a *lot* of blood. The only thing that was spoiling it was that I didn’t think Rob was aware that I was standing over him so I that spoiled my gloating a little.

If I could have, I would have pissed over him. Instead I spat on him, I might have said something (might have, but if I did, I don’t remember what it was). Then I reached down, up under my skirt and pulled out my bloody tampon and slung it on him.

The Irish Traveler came back and said he didn’t think anyone had saw and asked if I was okay. And then I looked into his eyes for the very first time and got *lost* in them. I think his eyes were blue, but in the alley they looked kind of dark orange and in all my life, I have never experienced such sudden animal magnetism from another human.

And he must have felt it too…..despite the sobbing and crying from Rob he leaned in and kissed me. He gently pushed me against the alley wall and with one hand reached under my top. As his tongue went into my mouth he reached under my skirt and felt my soaking pussy and I was gasping already.

”My, you’re wet aren’t you?” He said smirking as I reached for his trousers and fumbled at his belt, eager to unleash his cock.

The adrenaline and excitement meant I couldn’t stop fumbling but the Irish Traveler grinned and got his cock out. I hadn’t had a lot of sex at that point but I knew that Irish men had small cocks so, despite him being small (maybe about 4 inches, same as Asian dudes in my experience) I wasnt that disappointed.

And as soon as he was in me, his small penis didn’t matter. With one thrust he was into me, all the way up to the hilt. And then we we both lost in primal urgency and he frenziedly pounded me and made me cum hard. And all the time, as I panted and panted like a wanton dog in heat, Rob still whimpered and whined and somehow that made our fucking even hotter.

It didnt take either of us very long. An orgasm climbed up in me and exploded in my groin and encompassed my whole body. It was almost as if it was it was the same orgasm encompassing us both and we came at the same time, falling into each other afterwards and we were as noisy as alley cats. We held each other laughing for a little while (and Rob was still being a noisy little bitch and it was all of a sudden annoying). Then with he put his hand around my waste and turned and spat on Rob and guided me out of the alley.

We fucked a few more times after that (oh and I learnt his name shortly afterwards) but it wasnt the same without the smell of blood. I suppose it just activated some ancient carnal instinct in both of us and really, the only time I think about him was when he fucked me in the alley with Rob battered to a pulp crying on the ground. He was a little freaked out to find blood on his dick (lol) but he got past that.

Oh and I still see Rob about. He’s a little less belligerent these days and he’s got a new nick name-Twitch- because he can’t keep his head still, probably because of how badly he got beaten up.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/69ooly/fthe_smell_of_blood_made_us_fuck_like_animals_in