Fanfic 1

Me and this girl came into my home, myself having not so high expectations for the night. With
my playlist of Foo Fighter and Red Hot Chili Peppers ready to go and my mind racing at the possibility of
an anal encounter with a girl I’d only just began talking to, but a smile from that same cute girl set my
heart at ease. I may have had my apprehensions about this girl and her less than desirable, direct manner
of speaking, but either way I was committed to the idea of experiencing my first knocking at the back
door. My initial hesitations had all but been washed away and the idea of a butthole were not so dry heave
inducing as they had been before. I walked her to my bedroom, smiling at the job I did hiding all of my
Fallout paraphernalia, and the night began with a steamy session of making out, while the two of us
stripped our clothes off. First went her dress and my shirt, with a few moments of her staring at my rock
hard core and flexing biceps passing by, I began to unhook her bra using my special “one handed unhook”
technique, only to feel her hands stop me.

“Wait wait, Tommy. We’re just gonna leave that on.” My eyes narrowed ever so slightly in
confusion. I’m gonna fuck her in the ass, but she doesn’t want me to see her tits? I shook my head to clear
the obvious warning signs. Did she have fake tits? Was one deformed? Did the perhaps look like salami
slices and she just didn’t want me to look at that? Whatever the cause was I continued on with my
stripping of the fine concubine in front of me. Once we were both naked, besides that troublesome bra, I
laid her down on her back and began sliding the condom over my penis while she spread a bit of lube onto
her fingers and rubbed it into her soft lips. “Go slow at first, please?” “If you want me to.” My chest met
the lace fabric of her bra and heaved slightly as I pushed my penis into her, the lubricated folds
welcoming me rather nicely. Her eyes widened slightly, a deep gasp filling the rooms silent atmosphere
besides the soft, lyrical magic of Dave Grohl serenading our hearts with the sultry tones of 1997’s hit
piece Everlong. “Oh my god, Tommy, you’re so big.” “Oh there’s no need for compliments.” I retorted,
my eyes fixing on the bothersome piece of fabric stopping me from gazing at her tits.

What a strange thing to want during sex. I mean to each there own but...a bucket list with sushi
AND anal on it, but no titty allowed? Whatever. I began pumping my rock hard penis into her, spreading
her legs wide to get the best reach I could. In the background of my hearing, aside from her moans of
course, I could hear “Best of You” beginning to play, speeding up my thrusts slightly to match the
repeated “the bests” that Dave Grohl cried out, driving the cute creature beneath me a step beyond
pleasure, her eyes closing. “Oh god Tommy!” The way her face warped as she held in her throws of
passion let me know rather well what a good job I was doing, though she suddenly seized my head. “This
is so good, Tommy!” A slight confusion permeated my horny mind. I’ve only been going at it for about
three minutes. Is this bitch easy or what?

She began moaning louder, holding my head tightly to her clothed chest, the way her cunt
squeezed around my penis making me begin shooting my load into the condom. Her eyes opened to stare
at me, our lips meeting once again as she tried to hide her obvious embarrassment. Well that was pretty
fast. I removed the condom and tossed it into the trash can beside my bedside table, laying back into the
bed beside her. “Wow that was pretty amazing, Tommy.” “Oh don’t bother flattering me.” “No I’m
serious. You might be the best fuck I’ve ever had. But you know what’d make it even better?” I recoiled
slightly as she suddenly leaned into my face, her lips slowly parting. “How about you take me from
behind? Y’know...Doggy style?” My cheeks lit up, flushed. “Oh, um, yeah sure. I’ve still got some in me.
But I’m gonna need a minute.” The lascivious stare she gave me felt like it was boring into my soul,
trying my best to hurry along my refractory period. I just gotta get some dirty talk going. That should
occupy her long enough for my dick to work again. My hand brushed along her thigh, gazing into her
eyes. “So you like being taken from behind?” “I mean yeah. Makes me feel like you’ve got total control.
Especially when I get choked or slapped.” What the fuck, man, come on.

Minutes of this same uncomfortable, nasty conversation went by, before I was able to slide a
condom over my thick, pulsating erection again. “Alright, I’m reloaded, I’m all good to go.” “Let’s do it
missionary again!” “Oh...okay, Let’s go.” We got her onto her back once again, our eyes meeting for a
few more seconds as I slid my cock into her now loosened folds. She lit up just as before, closing her eyes
and beginning to arch back. “Holy shit you’re good.” The sounds of her impassioned whines, my balls
meeting crotch meeting her thighs, and Anthony Kiedis crying for Californication were drowned out
along with most other sensation, a single thought radiating through my mind. What the fuck is that smell?
Oh god. What the fuck, did someone take a shit under my bed? I tilted my head down, raising my chest up
a bit to see my own throbbing penis, making sure she wasn’t looking just long enough for me to cock my
head, staring into what my family jewels had nearly been touching: Her not so well washed butthole. The
abyss peered back at me as I contained the horror spreading across my face.

Yo. No fucking way. She’s a terrible wiper. She doesn’t scrub her asshole. Alright Tommy. You
can do this. Just stick it out. It’s like a won run gone bad, you got this. I continued thrusting into her,
trying my hardest to keep my stare off of the sarlacc pit that my precious bits sat precariously close to.
“Fuck me harder, Tommy!” My face contorted slightly at the mixed emotions I felt. This chick is at
minimum a seven outta ten but...jesus fucking christ this smells really bad. I fought the signals from my
cock telling me to eject like a fighter pilot, pushing down my own disgusted​ feelings to save face with
this woman. Without any real warning she rolled herself into doggy style, giving me an even closer view
of the lovecraftian horror that was inches away from me. “Oh god not like this.” “What was that?”
“Nothing nothing!” I gripped her waist tighter and began thrusting with all my might to silence the
wench.

Can I do it? Can I actually cum right now? If the god of death were to hold me at the tip of his
sickle and say that I had to cum inside of this chick right now, could I? Moments of thought encompassed
my being, before one word fell into my panicked stream of consciousness like an atom bomb. No.​ She
turned her pretty face back to me, drawing my eyes away from the crevice I stared into. “Missionary
again?” “Yeah sure.” Oh thank fuck. Her back hit my bed again, once more slipping in, this time doing
my very best to not go flaccid as I did so, my room now vigorously scented with just the slightest hint of
feces. My thrusting grew faster, just to attempt speeding up the violently scarring experience I was going
through at that moment, before the heaviest weight ever was lifted off my shoulders. “I came, are you
gonna cum.” The horrible scents disappeared from my mind, confusion now wracking my mind.
Wait...what? You like...do know you aren’t limited to just one per session, right? You’ve got like a whole
arsenal ready to, like, keep poppin of . “I came, I’m done, are you close to cumming?” “Uh...no.” After
just a few more thrusts I slid my cock out, a thorough fear now charging my mind.
This is where she tells me to shove it in that nasty pit, isn’t it? Oh my fucking god what do I do!?
“So...anal, right?” “I-I, uh, well uh...no.” “Alright that’s fair.”