Anal Amy

I really wanted to write tonight about how I got the name Anal Amy. I think I mentioned it briefly in the past, but never went into the story. Anonymous suggested that and I thought it would make for a good post. But I'm exhausted. I just got out of my evening class and I'm more in the mood for going out for some drinks then writing. I'm sure you'll forgive me in the long run. I've literally spent all week when I wasn't in class working on this paper that was due this morning.

It's been a while since I've done two real posts in a week. I almost feel like I'm back. Almost.

Anyways, before the first time that I did anal with Chris (Christian is just too long to write LOL) our sex life was good, but tame. We had been going out/seeing each other, whatever you want to call it for about a month. About the wildest thing, we had done so far was had sex in the backseat of his car. And since you know me it really felt like things were missing, especially anal sex. However, I really felt he thought of me as girlfriend, material not just a slut he could fuck whenever he wanted and I wanted to keep it like that. I mean we'd talk about sex experiences and if he asked me about something I'd tell him. Like he knew that I had taken facials, yet he didn't ever give me one. He knew that I had been in the middle of a couple of threesomes, I couldn't tell him just how many (even I don't know the exact number) or about any of the other wild sexual adventures I've had. I think after we had anal, is when our sex life went from good to amazing.

It started one night when we were just hanging out at his house watching movies and doing a little bit of drinking. I was nowhere near drunk, but I think I was buzzed enough where my tongue became a little looser. At one point, we were making out on the couch. We were talking about how much we liked having sex together and I pretty much blurted out that I wanted him to fuck my ass. I could tell he was a little surprised, I definitely wasn't his angel anymore but by his grin, I could tell that he liked the idea.

Later that night, we had some amazing, mind blowing fuck until you both exhausted sex. At one point, I was on my hands and knees - doggy style with him fucking me from behind. I kept hoping he would go for it and fuck my ass, but he didn't. He's really not a shy or timid guy, but I just don't think he's ever met a girl like that wants/likes to have anal sex.

We caught our breaths and were just laying there. We were on our sides facing each other, half kissing and talking. I was stroking his semi-erect cock and that's when I reminded him that he had to fuck me in the ass tonight. It definitely got his attention and I felt him grow hard in my hand.

I had lubrication in my "overnight" bag, but I wasn't sure what he would think if I took it out. However, I decided to just go for it. Sometimes, I'm in the mood for a little pain, but tonight I wanted this to be special for both of us.

He didn't say anything about the lube, he just enjoyed the handjob I gave him as I applied it to his cock. I was a little nervous, not because I was afraid of any physical pain but more because I was worried about what he would think about me in the morning.

I got on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air, like I was presenting it too him. I asked him to pour more lube on to my asshole. It felt so cold dripping on to my ass, but I loved it. And he was soon warming it up as he rubbed my asshole. I was pushing back against him and he hadn't even penetrated me yet.

Normally, we're really talkative in bed but this time we were completely quiet. I could feel his rock hard cock between my ass cheeks and it sent good shivers through out my body. He took aim at my asshole and ever so slowly pushed into me. I couldn't help but to moan with pleasure as he pushed inch, by inch inside of me. When he was completely in, he told me that he couldn't believe that he was inside of my ass. He told me one of the first things he noticed about me wasn't my boobs (like most guys) but it was my ass and that it looked great in the tight skirt I was wearing the night we met.

He slowly pulled out and more waves of pleasure went through my body. He kept the slow pace for a while and it was just too much of a tease for me. I wanted me ass fucked hard and wasn't afraid anymore to tell him exactly what I wanted. He quickly picked up the pace. I wouldn't say he was fucking me as hard as he could, but it felt amazing. I enjoyed every thrust. He made moan louder and louder.

When he told me that he was starting to get close, I started begging him to cum in my ass, on my ass, anywhere he wanted. A minute or two later, he pulled out and exploded onto my ass. I could feel the cum from my ass crack to halfway up my back.

I laid down on my stomach and enjoyed the moment. He laid next to me, kissed me once and told me it was something that he would never forget. He had done anal before with other girls, but this was way better. He loved that I enjoyed it as much as he did. It was also one night that I'll never forget. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

And like I said, after that our sex life got even more interesting. We started having anal sex on a regular basis, but it definitely didn't stop there. That's when we started having sex outdoors and in other public places. He started giving me facials. He started to treat me like a slut, but at the same time I was still his angel.

Thanks Dickie Dick for the idea for this post. I haven't really been inspired to write, but your suggestion definitely got my dirty mind working and I had a hard time concentrating on my homework that I wanted to finish before I started this post, but this is definitely a lot more interesting than 19th century American literature.

Anyways, I meet Christian shortly after I ended things with Brett which was right around the beginning of July. The sex was still good with Brett but I really wouldn't call it enjoyable - if that makes any sense. We both saw the writing on the wall and we kind of mutually ended things. He kept the door open for future activities, but I really don't have any interest anymore.

I went out that Saturday night with a bunch of my girl friends. I wouldn't say that I was looking for a rebound, but I was definitely looking to get my mind of Brett. We started out night at a little bar down the street from the restaurant where I worked. I had seen Brett at my work a couple of times. I think I even caught him checking me out once, but we never talked until at that the bar. We seemed to hit off right away and even though I spent a lot of time talking about ex's.

When my friends wanted to head off to some place else, him and his friend came along with us. We ended up at a dance club/bar. It was crowded and hot. The crowded part was good because I had to be close enough to smell his cologne to talk to him. After a few more drinks, we ended up on the dance floor. A couple more drinks later we were kissing and grinding our bodies together. Nothing that I haven't done before, but the kiss at least felt special and I can't totally blame the alcohol on that.

Our dancing got pretty intense and soon, I could feel that he was definitely hard. I told him something along the lines of "I don't usually do this on the first night, but I totally want to get in bed with you and fuck you all night long." The first part might have been a little bit of a lie, but the second part was one hundred percent true. It wasn't long after that we were telling our friends that we were going to be heading out.

I was ready to fuck him in some alley way, in the backseat of a car, but somehow I made it the whole cab ride to his apartment without my panties coming off.

Sometimes when I go home with a guy that I've just met, I feel nervous, sometimes awkward but with Christian all of my thoughts were related to lust and passion.

We went straight to his bedroom, but we kept our clothes on at least initially. We just laid next to each other making out. If I hadn't been so horny, I could've done that all night long. Instead, after a while of making out, I rolled on top of him and that's when things started to go towards x-rated.

I was grinding my waist against his cock and he was soon hard again. His hands soon found my ass. My skirt ended up around my waist and he was soon caressing my ass. He couldn't resist rubbing my pussy through my lace thong. Of course, it wasn't long before his hands made their way to my boobs. All guy's hands seem to end up there at some point. I helped him out by taking off my shirt, then my bra. He was gentle at first, but it wasn't long before he got a little rough - exactly the way I like it. He was squeezing them hard, even biting them a little.

A few minutes ago, all I could think about was having him inside of my pussy. Now, all I could think about was giving him a blowjob. He did the little you don't have to do that, but I couldn't wait to have his cock inside of my mouth. I soon has his pants around his thighs, his boxers not far behind and was licking his cock. I looked up at him as I took his cock into my mouth. He was looking down on me and there was just something about it that was different. I could tell that he was really appreciating it. It didn't make me feel like a slut. And other things that I still can't put into words.

He was still a little drunk, so it was probably a longer than normal blowjob, but I enjoyed every second that his cock was sliding between my lips. I definitely enjoyed his cum inside of my mouth. His cum is by far some of the best I've ever tasted.

After I made him cum, he went to work on me. He teased me a lot, licking and kissing my thighs. He took his time pulling off my skirt and thong, but it was worth the wait. He knew what he was doing down there. I could almost say that he easily brought me to an orgasm with his mouth, tongue and fingers.

We just laid in bed after that. It was getting pretty late or early in the morning - however, you want to look at it. I could've easily gone to sleep then, but I didn't want to pass on having sex with him, just in case this was a one night stand.

We were on our sides, his body pressed up against my back. I could feel that he was semi hard and a little bit of grinding and he was rock hard. He practically jumped out of bed to grab a condom and I laid on my back and opened my legs expecting what was going to come next. A few moments later, he had the condom on and was sliding into position above me.

He kissed me again as she slid inside of me. His cock felt perfect inside of me.

The way he fucked me was the perfect mix of fucking and making love. He'd fuck me as hard as he could for a while, then slow down and our bodies would really move together. I know it sounds corny, but there was definitely times when I felt like we were moving together as one. And I usually hate the way condoms feel, but I barely even noticed it.

I ended up on top of him, riding him for everything that I had. If it was going to be a one night stand, I wanted to be the fuck he never forgot. Luckily, when he came a few minutes later, it definitely wasn't the last time together. In fact, we did it twice more the next morning before I had to head to home, then off to work.

I think I have to write about the first time that we did anal. If anyone else has any suggestions like Dickie's please let me know.

Right now, I should be working on a paper that's due in the morning for one of my classes. However, I'm way to horny to focus on a subject like that. Instead, I thought I'd write about one of the adventures I had with Christian this summer. It's not even that wild or crazy of a story, but it's been stuck in my head for a while and I've been meaning to put it on paper for a while.

It was a Saturday night. Like most nights last summer, I was spending it at his apartment. There's a small lake right next to his complex and we were talking a romantic (don't know if I've ever used that word on this blog before) walk around the lake. We were almost back to his apartment when it really started to downpour. It came out of nowhere and it was one of those rains where you can barely see five feet in front of you. We made a dash to the mailbox shelter that was just a few feet away.

Under the roof and with nothing else to do while it rained, it wasn't long before our talking turned into action. I swear it was innocent at first. However, the rain kept coming and coming and I couldn't resist being a little naughty. My hand went from his waist to between his legs. It wasn't long before I created a hard on in his shorts.

He told me he couldn't wait to get back to his apartment. I asked him why should we wait until then. We'd already had sex in public places - cars, a park in the middle of the night, etc - but never any place where there was a real risk of getting caught. This mailbox shelter was right near the main entrance to his apartment complex and in sight of a few of the apartment buildings. Plus, there was a light there - a dim light but still enough light that if the rain stopped or anyone drove/walked by they'd see everything.

I think it turned him on as much as me. I unzipped the front of his shorts and slid my hand into his boxers. As we continued to kiss, I stroked his cock with my hand. Following my lead, he undid the button on my shorts and slid his hand into my panties. I was already wet and his fingers made me even more.

I was having a lot of fun already and could've stayed doing just for a while, but I thought we really shouldn't waste time. I looked around and it was still raining pretty hard so I couldn't have seen anyone else if they were there. I unzipped my shorts, then pulled them off. I put them on top of the mailboxes, joking that if we had to run, that I had better remember they were there.

I leaned back against the mailboxes (which by the way aren't that comfortable on your back) and pulled him between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side and and didn't waste anymore time before he penetrated me with his hard cock. He went slow at first as we kissed. However, it wasn't long before I was begging him to fuck me faster.

I wanted him to come quickly, but I didn't want it to ever end.

Our bodies were a little bit wet from the rain but now we were starting to sweat. He smelled so good too.

Two cars drove by back to back but they didn't stop and they didn't make Christian and I want to stop. I was softly moaning now and the only words I could get out were telling him how good he felt inside of me.

Then he finally came, deep inside of me. It was a quickie, but a very hot start to night where we didn't end up falling asleep until almost day break the next morning.

Writing this definitely didn't make me any less horny. And now, all I can think about is fucking him. Of course, I won't be seeing him until next weekend at the earliest. I haven't seen him for two weeks now. Wayyyyy to long for me to go without having sex.

I'm going to try to work on my paper now, but I think for next time I have an anal story to share with you guys...that is unless I see Christian before then we make some new adventures worth writing about.