I fucked her in the ass like a crazed animal. Then she confessed she’d never been with a guy before. [MF]

Hello all, feeling inspired to share another one of my experiences. I hope to write some more of these down before they all fade into oblivion. This isn’t short. Just to warn you.

This one happened a few years ago. I’d had a particularly long dry spell. It had just been a year of surviving. Work wise, health wise. Life had just been a bitch. But it felt like all of that was behind me and I really felt like enjoying myself, and enjoying the company of someone new, someone beautiful.

So one sunny Saturday morning I fired up tinder. I’d never had that much luck on Tinder, or at least it seemed like too much of a hassle when I had a rich social life full of hot kinky people to draw from.

Anyways, it was Saturday morning, I was free the whole weekend. And I just fancied something new and unexpected. 

Little did I know…

I soon came across a profile that I really liked. Not that it said anything in particular but she was a beautiful asian girl and her pictures had a sort of calm mysterious intelligence to them that just drew me in. 

Before I knew it I hit the blue button.

Now let me take this moment to tell you. I don’t have a thing for Asian girls. Not that I have a thing against them. But it definitely wasn’t the reasons I liked her profile. I just want to get that straight.

Within a few minutes we matched and I immediately struck up a conversation. 

In the time it took me to walk to the coffee shop and order a coffee she had already agreed to meet me. 

“I fancy your blond beard.” She said. 

She was unfortunately, busy that day. But we carried on with the chat pretty much non stop. It turned from banter to filth pretty quickly. She was super witty and I loved her cynical sense of humour. And she was also telling me all the filthy shit she was thinking about. How dripping wet she was as she went through the motions of her social obligations. 

In the evening she started sending me some pictures, which were just…incredible. She had the kind of body that could incite some kind of feminist protest about how photoshopped images of women’s bodies in Playboy elevate peoples expectations beyond what is real. Except if she was photoshopping them she did so pretty damn quickly. 

Needless to say I answered in kind. I’m not bad looking myself, although at that time I wasn’t at my fittest. But my pictures turned her on obviously and we kept sending each other more. The whole thing quickly devolved into me filming myself stroking my twitching cock to her pictures.

We managed to eventually say goodnight and go to sleep. 

I didn’t sleep much and when I did it was troubled with feverish dreams and punctuated by waking up with my dick swollen and begging me to do something about it.

The next day, thank fuck, she was able to meet me. We set a time right after lunch and met in the park.

Now generally you can have all this great chat with someone online but when you meet you still have to get over that invisible barrier and it can feel pretty awkward.

None of that happened here. She walked up to me, looped her arm through mine, and off we went. My body was immediately reacting to her proximity. 

We hadn’t actually made much of a plan. So I asked. “Where do you want to go?” She stopped walking and looked at me. She shrugged. We were just sort of..looking at each other. I bent down and kissed her. We wrapped our arms around each other. Fuck, I was so hard already. And she was pressing herself into me, making it even worse.

I asked if we could go to mine but she seemed hesitant. Maybe she was holding on to some kind of sense of propriety. Neither of us seemed able to think straight. So I was like..”A drink then?” 

We went into a bar and ordered some drinks. Which we put on a table next to us and forgot about while we made out. Her hand was already stroking my hard dick through my pants. I hadn’t been soft since the moment I met her.

She looked like a porcelain doll. Like, for real, that whole cliche. Except she also looked so fucking horny with her mouth half open and her eyes heavy. 

I was touching her everywhere. Man it was lucky that bar was deserted at that time because I think we may have offended some people. And there would have been nothing we could have done to stop ourselves.

I eventually convinced her to go back to mine. Minutes later we were in a a taxi. We were sort of both sat there in amazement, holding on to our seats like we might fall off and tumble into the void of the unknown. 

And then suddenly we were stood in my apartment. Actually, we were lying on my bed. Clothes were already coming off. 

Now I had seen some pictures and I knew it was going to be good. But she was actually dressed very conservatively and when her clothes came off I was wholly unprepared for the reality of her body. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. 

Now I had never been a boob man. But I became an ardent follower in that very moment. I honestly count her boobs as one of the most glorious things I have ever laid eyes on in my life. I spent the next weeks researching breast augmentation and secretly scanning her body for scars. But there were none. Despite that my mind just could not compute how boobs could be that big and yet that firm and perky. It was, apparently, possible. Without photoshop.

Anyways, back to what was happening. It was at this point that she told me she was on her period and didn’t want to have sex. Which sort of explained her initial hesitation to come home with me despite the obvious onslaught of overwhelming attraction between us.

So we did what I would call “fool around”. Which was still incredible. I mean, basically any moment staring at her naked body was like communing with the divine. 

She gave me a sloppy blowjob. I mean.. So fucking sloppy. She was like a slime factory. More about that later.

I leisurely tongued her clit for a while and she came hard. Which apparently was quite a feat. And that coming from someone who had only been in relationships with women, I’m going to take that as a compliment.

Anyways. She left soon after. And the chat resumed. We agreed to meet ASAPIO (As soon as period is over). Nearly a week went by. More pictures, more dirty thoughts. An ever growing list of places where she wanted to be fucked. Geographically speaking. The other list stopped at three. “My ass? Yes I love having my ass fucked.”

Fast forward to Friday evening. She had a birthday celebration, which turned out to be her own birthday, but would come by “afterwards”. I was literally a drooling lunatic by this point. So I was facing a long evening of waiting. I decided to have a bath as it was hours still until she was coming my way.

But when I came out of the bath 45 minutes later I found a message on my phone. “I’m, outside.” And when I looked out the window she was sat on the ledge outside my flat.

I quickly slipped on a few items of clothing while she made her way up the stairs. “Sorry I just couldn’t wait so I left the birthday dinner early.”

I just wanted to bend her over right there and fuck her. Which was a thought that wasn’t going to leave my mind for the next few months.

“Fuck.. come” I sort of dragged her by the hand to my bed/lounge area. But when we started making out and I started to pluck at her clothes I sensed some hesitation. So I decided to slow down and took it down a notch. 

“Would you like something to drink?”

I’m not 20 anymore so I sort of have the capacity to ramp my hornyness down a bit to fit the mood.

So this is the way it went. We had a drink. Chatted a bit. Kissed a lot. She was about halfway through her glass of wine by the time she started unbuttoning my trousers. So much for slowing down. 

Our kissing grew more urgent as she started stroking my dick. I started to undress her. It was fucking on. A week of ever building desire now came down like an avalanche. She was naked, on her knees, with my cock in her mouth.

My hands were all over her body as I marvelled at the strange porcelain quality of her skin. Her body was so smooth yet so hard. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her upright to kiss her. Her signature stream of slimy drool was already flowing freely, dripping from her chin onto those impossible tits. She looked so fucking incredible. 

I was now definitely past some kind of invisible boundary where my hornyness had become more like a crazyness. No control. Just need.

I still had my hand in her hair and I used my other hand to paw at her breasts, spreading her drool around. Then I put some fingers, all my fingers in her mouth and fucked her throat with my hand, and spreading her slime all over her face. She moaned and took it all. her eyes always on mine, begging for more.

I dragged her head down again and onto my cock, which I pushed into her throat hard. I repeated this a few times. Up. Fingers. Down. Cock. Until she was literally dripping with gag slime. 

Then my slimy fingers found their way to her ass. Her ass, I swear, had some kind of special shape that made my fingers end up in her ass. Like there was some kind of invisible forcefield pushing me pushing me down, pushing me in. And it was so smooth. So…

Anyways, I fingered her ass. Which over time turned into four slimy fingers in her ass using it roughly to pull her mouth further onto my cock.

I pulled her up again. Her face was wet with drool, and tears. Her eyes were closed, she just leaned her head into my hand. Like she could hide there, curl up and be safe, disappear into a world of pleasure.

“I need to fuck your ass.”

Her eyes flashed open. Then she nodded wordlessly in a way that looked more like she was begging.

“Turn around.”

She obliged, nodding at me with the most slutty fucking expression on her face before she went down on all fours and arched her ass up at me. 

I magicked up a condom quickly and wrapped it around my cock. I was hard as fuck. Jesus. So hard.

And then I was there at her opening. And finally, fucking finally, I was sinking my cock into her.  

I had already stretched her open pretty well. And I slipped in without resistance. But I went slow anyways, giving her time to adjust to my cock.

Soon though, she started to push back onto me and I started to fuck her slowly. 

I looked down and it was so hard to compute how this was my dick railing into the asshole of this glorious human being.

It was also dark outside and my bed was in a bay window so I could see our reflection from three different angles. 

(As an aside, so could half the neighbourhood. I’m sure some people enjoyed that summer tremendously.) 

I was fucking her harder now. Like, fucking crushing her underneath me. My fingers were invading her mouth, using it for purchase, and making her drool more. Then I pawed her with my slimy hands until there was literally not an inch of her that wasn’t slippery. I fucked her like a fucking porn champ. Maybe less tan, but with more feeling. I pulled her hair. I clamped my hands around her neck and choked her. I was dripping with sweat and it all just mixed with her drool to make her wetter, hornier, more mine. I fucked her for I don’t know how long. Until my body couldn’t handle the effort. I collapsed into a heap,, trying to catch my breath, sweat dripping down me. I hadn’t come. Which, for me at least, tends to be an unfortunate side effect of that kind of olympic sportfucking. 

We were just collapsed there in a dirty heap. For quite a while. Just..   breathing raggedly. Recovering from the exertion. And from the shock. Processing.

I eventually got up and offered her another drink. I made some cocktails. (Yes I was fucking prepared. )

We sat and we drank. We had a smoke out the window. Drank some more. Just lazed naked, holding each other. She seemed to be getting a bit unsteady. We were into our second cocktail and I was starting to feel ready to resume our fucking.

But she suddenly sat up picked up the empty condom wrapper from before. “King Size” it said. (Yes, I’m pretty thick and I really struggle getting the normal ones on)

“Are these like..extra big?” She asked. 

I nodded, a little confused, surely at this point she must have realised that I was pretty endowed.

She snorted and giggled nervously. 

“What?” I asked.

Then she plopped backwards onto the bed. “I’m dizzy.” She said.

“Sorry I guess these cocktails are a bit strong for you. Let’s stop drinking them.”

“Ok” She mumbled.

We were quiet for a moment, then she spoke again.

“Ok I have something I need to tell you and I might as well tell you now since I’m drunk.”

“Ok…” I began.

“I’m a virgin.” She blurted out.

I was dumbfounded. This was the person who had been peppering my inbox with filth all week. And to top that off I had just fucked her ass in the most brutal way imaginable. She was also 24 years old. I was just… Pretty surprised. 

“But surely you’d had anal sex before…” I offered.

“Nope.” She shook her head. “Never had sex with a man.”

Now I went from being surprised to feeling somewhat horrified. I’m a pervert and I like my sex filthy and intense. But still, somehow I had always believed losing your virginity was something you’re supposed to do with your first love. Something a bit more, you know, sensitive and sweet. Not that I had paid much thought to the subject. I don’t think it had come up in my life in probably a decade or two. I also felt a little conflicted, having unwittingly been put in the role of “taker of virginity”. The way some men fetishise virgins was something I associate with a world in which women’s sexuality belongs to men and to be honest I really can’t stand it.

“I really want to do it.” She said. “But I’m afraid I’m too tight.”

Yikes. “Well I might not be the right person for you then?” I offered.

“I don’t care.” She said. “I trust you.”

I felt old. Like..an old man, 15 years her senior, turning something so pure into something filthy. But before I could say anything else she was up and off to the bathroom to throw up her cocktail in the sink.

When she came back she literally stumbled to the bed, laid down next to me and passed out, snuggled into my side.

I stayed awake, looking at her. I smoked a cigarette out the window. I watched the sun come up. And slowly I got my thoughts in order. 

Mostly, I realised I cared for her in a way that went beyond the filthy chat and the fact that she was so unbelievably fucking hot. It had just taken a moment of real vulnerability for that to surface.

She woke up in the morning. The world was already awake. It was a glorious, sunny, Saturday morning. People were chatting outside, trimming their hedges, going out to do their shopping. 

And inside I kissed her forehead. She looked up at me with a question written all over her face. 

“Ok.” I nodded.

It was a slow affair. And sweet. The way I believed it should be. It took a long long time. And it hurt a lot for her. The feeling of having to open her up forcefully was bizarre to me and scary. It was literally like I was drilling a hole into her. I never offered to stop, and she never asked me to. It was an experience that for both of us, I think, was very vulnerable.

Before we met we had agreed that we both wanted this to be purely casual. But a bond was created between us that day that went way beyond that. We saw each other again and again. Going from once a week to twice a week to every single fucking waking moment. I found out soon that she was moving back to her home country in a few months time. And until then our lives revolved around each other. We took each other on a journey of discovery, ending up deep into a DD/Bg kind of relationship. I learned a lot about myself that summer. And found equally as many questions still to be answered.

She really was the horniest person I have ever met. But, then again she could probably say the same about me. Any given opportunity would have her playing with my cock. At concerts, in the back of taxi’s, at the pool, in the park. It was like it was her personal calling to keep me hard at all times. Within weeks she went from being a virgin to riding my cock on a sofa in the middle of a nightclub, several onlookers enjoying the show. 

I still remember, I’d randomly slide my hand under her skirt whenever I felt like it and in all those months I never found her anything other than oozing wet. Always ready. And boy did I take advantage of it.

None of the above though, comes close to wording how much I fucking loved her.

Unfortunately all this had to come to a painful conclusion. One day in the autumn I took her to the airport and we had to say our goodbyes. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done.

We did keep our relationship going for a good while. But I think in some ways the unconventional dynamic stopped us from making the life decisions needed to actually be together. So we just pined. And wanked to pixelated images of each other. Until we could take it no longer and let each other go.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dsnl5h/i_fucked_her_in_the_ass_like_a_crazed_animal_then