I have never been much of a fan of anal sex with a woman, partly because fucking up the arse brings most women little pleasure (I like nothing better than the moaning and trembling of a woman reaching her orgasm), and partly because that dry canal is rather too tight, and brings me off a lot quicker than shoving my dick into a girl's cunt.
It is not particularly squeamishness that turns me off anal - far from it, for the anus is a wonderful and sensitive part of the body. I like nothing better than when my regular partner reaches around, while I fuck her, and parts my arse cheeks. With a crafty digit she penetrates my arsehole, and works her way inside. The pleasure of it makes my dick like a shaft of steel, and I redouble my efforts to thrust my way into her cunt, rubbing the base of my prick against her clit so that she reaches her own, greedy, climax.
And there is nothing unpleasant about licking a girl's anus, in fact there is something beautifully naughty about it if she stands at the end of the bed, and bends over. Parting her arse cheeks, the anus is a lovely brown circle, and any girl will moan with delight as my tongue rims her. But it is an hors d'ouevre to the main event, as I turn her over, and lap my tongue up towards her cunt, and tease her rock-hard clit. When I fuck her, and she is sticking an enquiring finger up my arse, I will return the favour. I'll grasp her buttocks with both hands, and enter her there as I pound into the vagina above.
Given that, anal sex is quite unique. It is just for you, and the girl's body feels quite different than when you fuck her in the cunt.
There was a lovely girl, a brunette, who came to my flat in Manchester. Hair longer than shoulder-length, and it smelt fresh and clean as we kissed. Undressing on the bed, we licked each other, sixty-nining with her on top. As she worked her tongue up and down my prick, her fingers strayed down, tickling my perineum, before delving below into the dark secrets of my arse. I love that kind of sex, dirty, messy, and not caring what you end up with on the end of your fingers, or how the room will later smell of your sweaty lovemaking.
I asked her whether I could bugger her, and after I had licked her clit and made her body rock with a couple of orgasms, she agreed. She turned around, and thrust her arse up at me. No anus is wet enough for penetration, even with a lot of spit applied, so we had to reach for the lube. I squirted it over her buttocks, making them oily and slippery, working my hands around her generous female curves. Then another squirt of the gloopy stuff on my hands, and I gently probed her anal ring, slipping my fingers into her rectum. She moaned with pleasure, and worked her arse back onto my knuckles.
My balls could barely contain my spunk.
I lubed up my prick, and with her hand reaching back to guide me in, I slid my dick through the tight ring of her arsehole, into the dark recesses of her bottom.
Buggering a girl is not like fucking her from behind. When you fuck doggy-style, there is always the round curve of her buttocks in the way, and the angle means that you are resting up on you knees, especially if you want to penetrate all the way into her cunt.
Fucking her up the arse is a more linear arrangement. With the girl on my bed in Manchester, I felt that my prick was right inside her, running in a line along her spine. I was inside her in a way that no normal fucking would achieve. Not only that, the double globes of her buttocks were parted on either side of my dick, and my balls slapped against their fleshy underside as I thrust in and out.
Leaning down onto her, riding her properly, I nuzzled my nose into the back of her neck, smelling her shampooed hair, knowing that my prick was shoving its way into her shitty rectum. Perfume and shit with each thrust. Her rectal muscles gripped and relaxed, and later she told me that on my outward thrust she felt that great pleasure you have when voiding your bowels. Her anal sphincter gripped and released me, the lube oiling my way as I thrust backward and forward.
She was a beautiful woman, and I was defiling her by buggering her shitty arse.
The tightness of her rectum gripped me, rushing me towards an orgasm. I lost myself in the refined smell of her hair, using her for my own pleasure, my groin sliding and rolling against her oily buttocks. One final squeeze of her rectal muscles, and I came, balls emptying in spasms of white gooey cum, shot up into her arsehole. I pressed all the way in, urging my dick to lay it all in there, high up into her shitty arse.
To say it was satisfying is an understatement. Afterwards we lay in the bed, and I slept for eight solid hours. She lay beside me, my cum seeping from between her buttocks. We had made a mess, but it was worth it.
A woman's piss is like a libation from heaven. Lying down between a girl's legs, gazing up the curve of her thighs, the naked spread of her genitals, the underside of her breasts, and waiting for that splatter of female urine is like the anticipation on a sweltering day before the storm clouds break.
Pissing on a man is one of the most intimate things a girl can do to please him. This is a private act, usually only shared with the toilet bowl, where her legs are apart, and she lets her bladder go. A moment of relaxation where she is all female animal. Her release of urine is as close as a woman will get to the explosive release of a man's semen. If she enjoys giving her partner a golden shower, then she is letting her inhibitions go, letting him see her at her most abandoned.
I have had many girls piss on me, and it is hard to pick out one to tell you about. It has mainly happened in the bath or shower, though once a girl peed on me on her bed, and all the while mopped up the trickle of her piss as it flowed over my prick and down my balls.
There is nothing like that moment when you lie on the cold porcelain of the bath, waiting for her to climb on top of you. On a few lucky occasions the girls have worn stockings, their nyloned feet scrabbling for purchase on the narrow sides of the bath, the round stocking tops perfectly framed the triangle of their pubes, and the slash of their cunt. The girl then crouches slightly, trying to urge her bladder to gush forth, but in the cold bathroom, the sight of a man beneath them with a rigid erection, it suddenly becomes difficult to let go. But that is precisely what I want - I want the woman to release herself, to forget anything but the female animal within her.
She steadies herself as she crouches, one hand against the tiled wall. A nervous smile, she tries to lose her inhibitions, to show you a naked self even more naked than her outer skin. Her free hand snakes down to her labia, parts them, and teases at her urethra, tickling it. She thinks of running water, and concentrates on the sound of the cistern filling up. A bathroom is full of water, after all - it should be easy to produce some liquid of her own.
And then it comes.
First a little spurt, a tentative dribble of salty piss, splashed onto my belly. The piss is hot, unbelievably hot, the body heat of a woman. Encouraged by the first letting go, she relaxes, and another spurt soon follows. This one is on target, as it splashes onto my prick, electrifying it. Now the dam break, and there is no barrier to the full content of her bladder bursting out of her cunt flaps. She relaxes down into a squat as the piss shoots out, hot and salty onto my prick and balls.
I reach out my hand to feel it, to rub it onto my prick. The salt makes the yellow liquid silky, not like water at all. I slather it across my penis, feeling it flood down past my balls, gathering between the crack of my arse.
Then the smell hits me, the hot tang of fresh piss. It's a yellow smell, mixed with female pheromones, so it is potent stuff to my nostrils. It smells of cunt, and all things good. The bathroom fills with her stink, as she continues to piss, and the warm liquid pools beneath me, warming the porcelain.
She is thrusting her pelvis forward now, urging the stream to continue, revelling in the utter abandon of pissing. She doesn't have to be tidy with it, or clean - pissing without thought it breaking a taboo. Allowing someone to watch it, and feel it, is even more of a transgression. Breaking the strictest of toilet training is one of the most arousing things about Watersports. It is like returning to the nursery, to a prelapsarian freedom where nothing matters except bodily pleasure.
I work my prick as she pisses on it, pulling the foreskin back, and shampooing the head in her golden offering.
Then her stream begins to die, but I do not want it ever to end. I sit forward to catch the final drops, opening my mouth, and putting my lips to her cunt, letting it flow onto my tongue. It is slightly sour, but not bitter. As she finishes I bury my face between her cunt lips, and lap up the final hot drops, roughly joining my lips with hers, and running my tongue up and down her vaginal groove, tasting the saltiness of the folds of her pink skin.
Then it is over, she has emptied her load onto me. The room stinks of piss, and I am desperate to taste more of her cunt. We'll shower it off, quickly, because smells like that can hang around in the bedroom. Then it's off to bed, my prick harder than ever, my mouth and tongue desperate to get to work on her clit, my balls aching to empty their white sticky load into her cunt.
The smell of a girl's dirty panties is overwhelming. In that stew at the seat of her gusset are drops of her piss, and the sweet salivations of her cunt. If they have clung to her for some time the crust of her knickers is like a forest of aromas, in which I can be lost for hours. The sweat of her exertions have mixed with the salty ammonia tang of carelessly leaked drops of urine, whilst if she has been aroused, then her fishy vaginal juices have joined the throng of smells. Often a girl's panty crotch is stiff with the exuded juices from her cunt, dried by the heat of her thighs. Just warming them in your hands will release the subtle flavours of the female genitalia. Even better if you get to take a deep draught of her aromas whilst the girl is still wearing her panties, for the heat of her body will warm up the stale odours of the day, and join any fresh cunty mucus that she is leaking because she is aroused by the idea of a man between her legs. If I can get a girl to lie on top of me, her soft thighs on either side of my head as I drink in her odour, I am in heaven.
The smell of a girl is a natural turn-on. I am certain, now, that I discovered it many years ago at a college launderette. It was late at night, and I was the only one there. Some sexy female student had discarded a pair of purple silky knickers, thinking them too soiled for her to bother to wash. I contemplated taking them for some minutes, feeling very pervy in my interest. In the end, I could not resist, and I stuffed them in my pocket. When I got back in my college room, locked the door, undressed, and pressed the soiled panties against my nose. I could not believe the sudden rush of arousal that hit me, the storm front of stale piss and cunt odour that washed down from the stiff and soiled gusset of the knickers. My prick became instantly hard, as if it needed no manipulation to come to an orgasm. I drank in the scent of the unknown female, all stale sweat and urine, imagining her wetting her self inadvertantly as she danced at a disco, or working up a sweat as she jumped for the volley ball. A few quick strokes and I was shooting sticky white cum all over my belly.
