Read part one here.

I’ve written this as a story, but it’s all true, although I’ve changed her name.

After publicly coming all over Claire’s face in the middle of the campsite, a girl who seemed utterly fucking nuts, my friends tried to get me away from her. But try as they might, they couldn’t stop me.

It was so late the sun was coming up, but the campsite was chaos, there was pounding music, people dancing and drinking and more, groups of guys and girls everywhere, and I soon slipped away from my mates. I soon found Claire again.

She’d wiped most of my jizz off of herself, but there were still patches of dried come on her face. Claire pulled me close to her. “You enjoyed that?”

I didn’t even think about trying to play it cool. “Yeah. That was fucking hot.”

“You want more?”

There was one thing I needed from Claire, one thing she’d already promised me. “I want to fuck your ass.”

“OK. I’ll let you,” Claire said without missing a beat, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation between two strangers who’d only met that day. “Come to my tent.”

As horny as I was, I didn’t fancy that. As much as I was aching to get into Claire’s butt, she looked a little sweaty and grimy. “No. Let’s go to the shower blocks,” I said.

Claire shrugged. She didn’t object. We practically ran over to the building where the communal showers were.

They weren’t in such a good state, each stall was pretty dirty, the tiles were faded and cracked, but at least there was running water, and at least the showers were in individual cubicles with lockable doors.

From the sounds of grunting and groaning in there, plenty of cubicles were in use, but we found one that was empty. No sooner had I locked us in it, Claire was on me, kissing me, pulling at my clothes.

We stripped one another, and Claire really wasn’t my type. She was short, she was pudgy. Her ass was fat but soft, her tits were disproportionately small, but I wasn’t with her because I found her attractive, I wanted Claire because she was a self-confessed slut.

I set the water running, we stood under it as we pawed at one another. I sucked on Claire’s nipples and mauled her butt, as she tugged on my cock, as Claire moaned and rubbed herself into me.

Her cunt was dripping, she was warm and tight as I went up into her. Not every girl I’d been with had a g-spot, but she absolutely did. Claire mewled as I danced my finger across it.

I pressed a second digit into her, stretching Claire around me. I focussed on her g-spot, I rubbed her in sync with her rocking hips, as I sucked a nipple, as I rolled and pinched her other, and Claire’s moans rose in volume and pitch sharply. She jacked my cock with two hands, she was frenzied in it.

I dropped my second hand to her pussy, I tickled across her large, swollen clit in time with my fingers in her, and Claire tensed, for long seconds, she shook against me, before she yelped as she came.

I couldn’t remember ever bringing a woman off so quickly; Claire orgasmed within a handful of minutes. The yelping sounds she made echoed around that tiled cubicle as Claire came with glorious noise, as she bucked into my hands.

I kept my fingers in her cunt as her orgasm fell away, I fucked Claire quickly with them.

Someone had left a bottle of shower gel in there, I plucked it out of the shelf beside me and handed it to Claire. “Give me some,” I told her, as I held my free hand up.

Claire popped it open, she squirted a huge dollop of white shower cream onto my palm. I reached around her, I slapped it between her buttocks, I rubbed it into her crack. She moaned as I spread it over her, as my slick fingers found the clenched pucker of her asshole.

I half thought she’d stop me at that point, that Claire wouldn’t actually go through with it, but I was still underestimating her. She kissed me harder, Claire made urgent sounds as I stroked across her.

Her asshole relaxed, it contracted each time Claire exhaled, as she moaned into me. I tickled her, I massaged, softening her ever more, coaxing her open, as I rubbed her g-spot with my other hand. The shower gel helped, but Claire came open quickly. She groaned as I slid my middle finger all the way into her ass.

I love how it feels to be in a woman there. How her sphincter is an inch deep band of gripping muscle, how she’s more open beyond, how it feels like you’re in a channel of smooth, glossy velvet. I felt my fingers in Claire’s pussy clearly with the one in her anus, through that gossamer barrier between each place. Her ass was even warmer than her cunt.

And Claire reacted with enthusiasm as I wriggled around within her butt, as I pumped my finger within her. I rolled it around in her back passage, painting circles with my fingertip, making them wider and wider, massaging her from within, making it feel good, opening her up more and more.

Claire clung to me, she gasped and panted, her whole body quivering as water cascaded over us, as we kissed and moaned into each other. Claire’s hand was a blur along my dick.

I worked a second finger into Claire with ease, I groaned at the feel of her asshole stretching wider to accommodate me, I groaned at how Claire flexed around my digits as I sank them into her.

She was so riled-up, she was frenzied, she was manic, Claire urged me on with the sounds she made, with how she kissed me, with how she pressed herself onto my hand back there.

I got a third finger into her ass, I screwed her with them, and Claire took it all, she took it with noisy glee. She was grinding herself into both my hands rhythmically now, rocking forwards and backwards, eagerly. She was so loud, everyone in there must have heard her, people walking past outside probably did.

I slid my thumb up to her clit as I pumped my fingers in her cunt, across her g-spot. I managed to pleasure Claire in both places with one hand, as I fucked her ass with three digits with the other, and Claire’s second orgasm came out of nowhere. Her moans became a gasp, became a drawn-out, shuddering yell as she climaxed.

Claire’s pussy gripped at me, her asshole spasmed in time with it, as she juddered and shook. I took her through her orgasm with my fingers; I judged Claire was as ready as she was ever going to be.

She whined in complaint as I slipped myself out of her cunt and her ass, as I took my cock out of her hand. Claire grinned and groaned as I pressed her up against the wall behind her, as I told Claire, “I’m going to fuck that fat little arse of yours.”

I poured shower gel over my hands, I covered my rigid dick in it. I told Claire to turn around. She put both her hands on the wall, she bent over halfway. Claire stuck her plump rear out towards me, offering herself up.

I stood behind her, I pressed my cock between her cheeks. I found her asshole. I leaned into Claire, I pressed.

There was a moment of resistance, but I was slippery, and Claire was slack, and it happened. The head of my dick slid into Claire’s asshole.

I moaned at the glorious feel of her, as Claire’s sphincter opened around me, as it accepted me, as I eased into the crushing tightness of her. It was like being squeezed by a soft, flexing fist. Claire grunted, she groaned, her legs nearly gave way.

Wherever I’d done this with Nichola, my ex, I’d had to go slow, I’d had to be careful. Nichola had loved anal sex, she’d taken pleasure from it, it had been a kink of hers that had gotten her dripping wet and panting and squirming like nothing else, but still, we’d needed tons of lube, a vibrator on her clit, and plenty of time, but it wasn’t like that with Claire. She pressed back into me, she took half my prick up her bottom in one smooth movement.

I held still to let Claire adjust to me, but it wasn’t required. Claire rocked forwards and back, fucking my cock with her derrière.

I fell into motion with her, I fucked Claire’s asshole as she pushed herself onto me. I went deeper with each thrust, further and further into the heat and the tightness of her, till my cock was buried in Claire’s anus all the way.

It was nothing like it was with Nichola. It wasn’t intimate, it was animal. I had my dick all the way up the ass of this girl I didn’t know, that I didn’t even like, but it was such a fucking rush.

I ran my hands over Claire as we rutted. I grasped at her tits, I pulled and pinched her nipples, and Claire made heady, mewling, gasping, whimpering sounds of pleasure.

It was filthy, it was urgent. I fucked her harder, faster, at Claire’s urging. She dropped a hand to her cunt to frot herself as I took her in her ass.

Claire’s legs shook harder, they finally gave way. I had to hold her up, I had to press Claire into the wall in front of her to keep her in position, to keep my dick in her. It didn’t stop Claire, she wanked feverishly as I screwed her. She bucked in my arms as I buried myself in her butt all the way, over and over.

It helped that I’d already come that night. She was so wild, it was so dirty, I wouldn’t have lasted two minutes, normally, but I managed to keep myself back. I had the time to really revel in it as I fucked this crazy girl’s tight ass, as I ploughed into her, as I ruined her.

Claire yelled as her third orgasm took her, she quivered and writhed with it, her asshole gripped at me rhythmically, and that was more than I could take, there was no more holding my own climax at bay then.

I drove into Claire as far as I could, I hammered into her with short, hard drives, as my cock pulsed, as I came in her, as I flooded and filled Claire’s anus with jizz. Claire laughed as she came, as she realised I was to, as she realised I was coming deep in her ass.

It was intense, it was insane, but the second we were done, a wave of revulsion washed over me. I pulled my prick out of Claire, I set her down on the floor as I turned the shower off. We barely spoke as we got dressed.

I told myself I wanted nothing more to do with her. I felt so sordid, I was ashamed at what I’d done. I was better than that.

But I wasn’t. Of course I wasn’t.