About a year after university, Dave, one of my best friend’s, joined the Air Force. His parents had a massive house out in the countryside, and they let Dave throw a going away party there. 

There must have been more than thirty of us attending, about an equal number of guys and girls, but the house really was that huge, with tons of bedrooms and bathrooms, and a massive, mostly open-plan ground floor. It was in the middle of nowhere, in the depths of winter, so we couldn’t go outdoors, but that was fine. We spent a weekend drinking and doing copious amounts of drugs, and of course, there was plenty of fucking.

Dave invited a friend called Mark, who I’d met a few times, but didn’t really know that well. Mark seemed like a nice guy, but his girlfriend was stunning. She was gorgeous, with long brunette hair, big brown eyes, and perky tits and a great ass. She was outrageously posh, with a practically aristocratic accent. She was called Bunty, and frankly, I had no idea why, I assumed it was some sort of upper-class thing.

Mark didn’t do drugs, he was a strictly alcohol guy, but Bunty, it seemed, adored coke. She’d brought a ton of it with her. I had a penchant for it, too, so that weekend, I often found myself in a bathroom with Bunty, snorting lines off of a hand mirror. I couldn’t understand why she and Mark were an item. He was fine, but a bit dull, and not that great looking. She was beautiful, she had an obvious naughty streak, they didn’t make any sense as a pair.

But their relationship was on the rocks, apparently. Bunty and Mark kept arguing and sniping at each other, right from the moment they stepped through the door. She started bitching about him when we were alone together. Bunty began to flirt with me. She got very touchy-feely.

Don’t think I’m being an arrogant dick when I say I’m handsome. I am. I’m tall and well built, I’m good looking, girls hit on me all the time. And I didn’t exactly discourage Bunty. She was hot as hell.

And it happened. Inevitably.

It was late on the first night. We were in the kitchen together, one of the few rooms on the ground floor that was separated from the open-plan area. It was late, almost everyone else was in bed, but Bunty and I had snorted so much gak we were bouncing off the walls.

She was close to me, Bunty was all I could see, and then suddenly her lips were on mine. We kissed and kissed, we ran our hands over each other, I was hard in seconds.

I told Bunty we couldn’t do anything, I pushed her away from me, although not too hard, but Bunty was having none of it. She whined, she wriggled into me, Bunty was clearly even hornier than I was. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Bunty whispered in my ear.

“That’s a lot to offer,” I said. “You should be more careful.” 

“I mean it,” she replied. “I’m bad. I’ll do anything. You want to fuck me in the ass?”

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist her then. Bunty had a glorious, round, dense looking butt, and the promise I could get into it, that was too much for me.

Bunty pulled my top off as we kissed, she raised her arms to help me get hers off of her. I unhooked her bra, I grasped her full, firm tits, I sucked on her hard little nipples.

As I pulled her jeans open, Bunty unbuttoned mine. She drew my hard dick out to see it as she jacked me. I slid into her wet knickers, Bunty moaned into my lips as I stroked across her clit. I fingered Bunty, I flickered across her g-spot, she was mewling and squirming into my hand in minutes.

Bunty peeled her jeans and her underwear down to her knees, she got up on the long, wooden kitchen table, she lay back with her legs up and spread. “Fuck me,” she kept saying. “Fuck me…. Fuck me… Fuck me…,” over and over. She sounded half-crazed.

I held my aching cock, I lifted it to her, I ran it over Bunty’s soft, warm, slippery cunt. I slid myself slowly into her, glorying in the tightness of her, in the wet pressure of her body.

At Bunty’s urging, we fucked quickly on that table. She reared up into me, meeting each thrust, begging for more. Bunty put a hand over her mouth to try and stifle her moans.

I clutched at her tits, I pinched Bunty’s nipples, she responded fervently to everything I did to her.

It was bliss, being in Bunty’s cunt, it was a rush screwing such a beautiful, wild girl, but it wasn’t what she’d offered me.

There was a butter dish next to us on the table. I knocked the top of it off, I scooped up a handful of yellow fat. Bunty groaned as I rubbed it between her buttocks, over her flexing asshole. The butter, warmed by her body, turned liquid, it went slick and greasy on Bunty’s skin.

She groaned louder as I stroked her asshole, as I slid a finger up her easily. I went into her all the way, Bunty was so tight it felt like she was gripping me, she was hotter than in her cunt, she was perfectly smooth within.

Aided by that butter, I fingered Bunty’s rear as I fucked her cunt. She relaxed around me quickly, she took a second finger without any resistance. I worked a third up her, it sent Bunty gasping and shaking beneath me.

Bunty started chanting again. “Fuck my ass…. Fuck my ass…. Fuck my ass…. Fuck my ass….”

Absolutely. I drew my fingers out of her back passage, my dick out of her pussy. I smeared more butter over my cock. Bunty grinned as she watched me doing it. She pulled her knees back even further, bringing her asshole up, offering it to me.

She was glistening with butter. Her pucker looked pink and slack. I put my dick against her, I told Bunty to take a deep breath, to let it out slowly, to push onto me as I leaned into her, and she did it perfectly. Bunty moaned as I slipped the head of my cock into her buttery ass.

She was so snug, it was like being in a soft vice. I held still for her, letting Bunty adjust to being penetrated down there, but within a handful of seconds, Bunty pushed onto me, easing another inch of my dick up her magnificent bottom.

I let her set the pace. I stayed motionless, I let Bunty control her breathing, I let her relax around me, before she worked more and more of me up her rear. Bunty was determined, this girl was insane, she kept it up until the full length of my prick was enclosed in her hot, smooth, soft, squeezing bottom.

“Fuck me,” Bunty moaned as she rocked onto my dick, and I joined her in it. I pressed into her as she pushed onto me. We went quicker, together, until I was screwing Bunty’s ass in earnest.

We didn’t fuck quite as hard and fast as when I was in her cunt, but it was so much more intense. Every movement was overwhelming, for both of us.

Bunty was a vision beath me, her face was flushed, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open as she moaned. Her breasts jiggled as I drove into her, her thighs were up and open, her slick pussy on full view.

I rubbed my hand over her face, I clutched her tits and toyed with her nipples as I ploughed Bunty’s ass. I slid fingers into her sopping cunt, I felt my cock in her anus through the thin barrier that separated each place. I drew my digits out of her, I offered them to Bunty, she sucked on my fingers, tasting herself, as I rutted her on that kitchen table.

It was madness, what were doing, I knew that. Anyone could walk into that kitchen and catch us, and who knew what would happen then, who knew how bad it would go, but I couldn’t stop myself. Bunty was stunning. I couldn’t believe I was so deep in her tight butt.

I placed my thumb on Bunty’s clit, I glided it over her in synch with my dick in her ass. I fucked her pussy with three fingers, and it sent Bunty nuts. She slapped that hand back over her mouth to try and keep herself quiet, but it only made the panting, moaning, whimpering sounds she made even hornier.

I felt her climax coming as I took Bunty’s ass, I watched it coming. Bunty made more frenzied noise, she moved with urgency, coaxing me on. I fucked her rear faster and faster, until the table was rocking beneath us.

Bunty arched her back as her climax hit her, she screeched into her fingers. She bucked and writhed beneath me, as I pounded her butt, as she came long and hard. Her ass spasmed around me with each pulse of her orgasm, it felt like her back passage was milking me, and that was more than I could take.

I drove deep into Bunty as I came. I hammered into her as I spurted, as I filled her anus with gushes of jizz. Bunty’s orgasm intensified as she realised what I was doing, that I was coming in her ass.

I drew my dick out of her as I began to soften, but even then, Bunty wasn’t done with me. She slid off the table, she dropped to her knees at my feet. Bunty took my cock into her mouth, she groaned as she sucked on me, as she swallowed the last trickles of my come. Bunty grinned up at me as I watched her in shock, as she slurped on the dick that had just been up her butt.

I spent two more nights at that country house, and that wasn’t the only time Bunty and I fucked. It was just the start of a truly insane weekend.

I woke that afternoon with a splitting headache and guilt weighing heavy on me. I expected there to be awkwardness between me and Bunty. I was worried Mark somehow knew. Maybe, in the cold light of day, Bunty felt bad and she’d confessed to her boyfriend?

But I was wrong on both counts. Bunty acted as if nothing had happened, and Mark appeared to be none the wiser. He was as friendly as always with me.

After a night of drink and worse, everyone in the country house felt pretty awful, but a bunch of us cooked a big breakfast of eggs and sausages and bacon and beans, with lashings of tea and coffee, and it helped get people back on their feet. As I spread the butter from the fridge onto toast, I couldn’t help dwelling on what I’d done to Bunty with it the night before, on the very kitchen table we were eating at.

We dressed in warm clothes, we all attempted to go for a walk through the surrounding Yorkshire countryside, but it was freezing and grey, and it started raining, so we cut it short and headed back indoors. We got right back to the debauchery, to the drinking and the drinking games. By the early evening, the party was back in full swing.

I vowed not to touch any drugs that Saturday. One night on coke was enough, two in a row was pushing it, and besides, no coke meant no sneaking away to the bathroom with Bunty, as I absolutely didn’t trust myself around her.

What we’d done had been hot as hell, but it couldn’t happen again. It wasn’t fair on Mark, and besides, if we were caught, it’d ruin the weekend, I was sure of that. I told myself to stay away from Bunty, to not find myself alone with her again.

But Bunty wasn’t as sensible. Bunty was eager for more. And Bunty wasn’t going to take no for an answer, I discovered. She pounced as I headed back from the kitchen after fetching myself another beer.

“You fancy a line?” she asked as she cornered me.

“No. I think I’m going to leave off that today.”

Bunty pouted. “Maybe there’s something else I can offer you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t you want me?” Bunty whispered, but with others standing only metres away from us.

Jesus. What was she doing? I shook my head at Bunty. I urged her to shut the fuck up with the look I was giving her.

Bunty read my panic on my face, but she ignored it. “You can do whatever you want to me. I mean it. You want to fuck my ass, again? That was so bloody dirty. I loved it.”

Fuck. She was so careless. Anyone could overhear her. We were about to be caught, I knew it.

“Just come with me to the bathroom, OK?” Bunty pleaded.

“Fine. OK,” I said, just to get her to shut up.

Bounty bounded ahead of me, she hurried up the stairs, she took me to one of the bathrooms at the back of the house.

I wasn’t going to do anything, really, I wasn’t. As incredible as the last night had been, we couldn’t do anything again. That was what I was determined to make clear to her.

But the moment we were in that bathroom, the second Bunty had locked the door behind us, she threw herself at me. Bunty wrapped her arms around my waist, she pressed her lips to mine.

I was weak. I let her. Worse, I kissed Bunty back. I met her tongue with mine as it slipped into my mouth.

She smelled fantastic, she felt glorious against me, I felt the heat of her, the shape of her. Bunty moaned as she kissed me, the sound of it set the hairs on my body standing on end. Visions of what we’d done last night flashed through my head, Bunty lying spread beneath me, my cock in her tight little ass… I couldn’t resist her.

I let Bunty pull my jeans open, I let her draw my hard cock out of my underwear. She glanced down at it, she watched, openly, as she tugged on my dick.

Now she had her fingers wrapped around me, I was done for. And then Bunty sank to her knees, she lowered her face to my prick, there was no stopping her.

Bunty kissed my cock, she licked me, she moaned with feeling as she did so. I groaned with her as Bunty took me into her warm, wet, glorious mouth.

As I stood in the middle of that bathroom, Bunty worked my cock eagerly with her mouth and a hand. She stared up at me, a grin in her eyes, she was so beautiful, the sight of my dick in her face was glorious, but I could see that Bunty knew she’d won. She was triumphant in it. I wanted her and hated her.

Bunty sucked me with vigour, she rolled her tongue around the head of me in her mouth. Bunty took me deep, right into her throat, as far as she could get me. Bunty let spit run out her mouth, she spread it over my prick with her pumping hand.

I’d had fantastic head before, and this was right up there. Bunty sucked me hard, she moved at a perfect pace, but best of all, was the enthusiasm she put into it. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, she was manic, as she slurped, as she moaned around my prick in her mouth.

Bunty spoke as she mewled, as she sucked on my dick. “Don’t say no to me, not ever, OK? Give me what I want, and I can make it so fucking good for you.”

She sounded crazy, but in the heat of the moment, crazy was hot, even if it was dangerous.

“Don’t say no to me,” Bunty kept on. “Don’t say no, and you can do whatever you want.”

Bunty sucked even harder, she moved quicker. Her hand and her lips and her tongue drew pulsing heat up my dick, ever closer to the tip of me.

“You can come on my face. I’ll let you. I enjoy it,” Bunty moaned. 

Fuck, and the way she said it, with such need in her voice, this posh, upper-class, gorgeous young woman, Mark’s fucking girlfriend, Mark who was downstairs, Mark who could kill me if he knew, it was too much to take.

The throbbing sensation in me reached the very end of my cock. I tensed my stomach muscles to hold it back, but Bunty was too fervent, too crazy, too good-looking. “I’m going to come,” I groaned.

Bunty took me out of her mouth, she held me over her face. She worked me with that hand, without missing a beat. Bunty grinned up at me from her knees at my feet.

I gasped as my climax hit me, as fireworks exploded in my head, as the first line of jizz erupted out of my pulsing dick. It fell across Bunty’s chin and left cheek.

The second spurt went further, it hit Bunty’s nose and forehead. She laughed as I came on her face, Bunty moaned, her hand didn’t quit. 

I groaned with each exhalation, my prick jerked, as I coated her in come. It spattered all over her, it went into Bunty’s open mouth, it went into her hair. I came all the harder and longer for it, from making such a sublime mess of her, for seeing the pleasure she took in it.

Bunty stayed on her knees as my orgasm ebbed, as I stepped back from her. She ran her fingers through my come on her face, she made a show of pushing it into her mouth and swallowing, she licked it off her fingertips.

I helped her clean the last of my jizz off herself after I tucked my dick away. Bunty leaned into me before we left the bathroom. “Don’t say no to me again,” she warned. “Otherwise I’ll tell Mark. But if you keep coming in here, I’ll make it so fucking hot for you.”

Even without that threat, I wouldn’t have been able to say no to Bunty then. Not with how she’d sucked me, with how I’d finished on her, on top of last night. I was addicted to her, already. 

We returned to that bathroom every hour or so that evening. Everyone thought we were doing blow together, but we didn’t do a single line. We’d kiss and grope at each other the moment we were alone. We didn’t pull our clothes off all the way, in case we needed to make a fast exit, but I’d lift Bunty’s top and unhook her bra to grope and suck on her tits. We’d pull one another’s jeans open and press them down to get our hands onto each other.

Bunty was wild, the naughtier we were, the more it riled her up. I fingered her cunt, I flickered over her clit, I pushed fingers up into her tight back passage, Bunty was so turned-on, she came quickly, each time we were in there together. 

And Bunty kept going back to her Mark, every time, afterwards, minutes after I’d brought her off in that bathroom, as if nothing was up, before we inevitably went back to it.

She took real pleasure in acting bad, in showing herself off to me. Bunty adored pulling her knickers down and displaying her cunt to me. “You think you can resist this?” she challenged me. “You think you can say no to my pussy?”

I was a total simp. I shook my head. “No.”

“Tell me you love it.”

“I love your pretty little pussy.”

Bunty laughed, in wicked glee at me.

It was true, though, she really did have a gorgeous cunt. She was waxed beneath a patch of her tended hair, her lips were thick and fleshy and prominent. I sank to my knees before Bunty as she stood before me with her jeans and her underwear around her knees, her legs open as far as she could get them, her hips pushed out. I was dying to get my mouth on her, but Bunty turned around before I could.

Her mesmerising, thick, wide, curved ass filled my vision. Bunty reached down with both hands, she spread herself before my eyes. I saw her plump pussy from behind, I saw her asshole above it, pink and clenched and tiny and neat.

“You think you can resist this, my ass, huh?”

“No.”

“You love it?”

“I fucking love it. You’ve got the prettiest asshole I’ve ever seen.”

Bunty laughed, again, louder.

“Your ass feels better than anyone’s.” I told her, and that was no lie.

Bunty groaned above me. 

She was still holding herself open, still showing herself off, her pussy and her pucker were inches away from my eyes, and one singular urge overcame me. I pressed my face into Bunty’s buttocks, I kissed her cunt, I lapped at it from behind.

Bunty moaned, she rubbed her pussy into my tongue, but this wasn’t what I was thinking about.

I’d always wanted to try rimming, I fantasised about it, I watched it porn, but I’d never had the guts to ask any of the women I’d been with if I could do it to them. I’d been worried it was too much, that they’d think I was a freak, and maybe rimming was something that only happened in porn, maybe real people didn’t actually do it, I’d told myself. But this was very much my chance.

I ran my tongue up the back of Bunty’s cunt, I went higher, I traced it over her little asshole.

Bunty didn’t object, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t spin around and start shouting at me, Bunty let me. Bunty groaned, with feeling, as I tickled my tongue across her clenching pucker.

She kept her hands on her cheeks, Bunty spread herself for me, as I lapped at her ass. Bunty made such heady noise as I explored her with the tip of my tongue. Bunty’s thighs began to shake.

I slathered her asshole in spit, I licked with a firmer press. I pressed two fingers into her pussy, I fucked her with them in time with my tongue. I took it off her, I rubbed at her ass with my thumb, I pressed it into her tight sphincter.

I went back and forth like that, licking her, massaging her, sliding into Bunty’s butt, as I screwed her cunt, as I tickled across her g-spot, and Bunty shook against me, she bucked into my face.

I’d been scared the reality of rimming wouldn’t be as horny as the reality, that it would taste bad, but there was no taste at all, other than the tang of her skin. This was hotter than any fantasy, it was bad, it was depraved, it was intimate, in that worst, best kind of way.

As Bunty relaxed around me, I eased two fingers all the way up her bottom. When I replaced them with my tongue, I managed to worm it right into her ass.

I pressed into her, I pumped within her rear, I went ever deeper into her. Bunty grunted and groaned as I tongue-fucked her asshole. She whimpered as I flexed it within her.

Bunty dropped a hand to her pussy as I fingered and licked her, she strummed her clit as I slipped a third digit into her cunt, as I pushed my tongue up her back passage as far as I could get it, and that really did for Bunty. She climaxed, with suddenness, with noise, with shaking legs, with her pussy tightening around my fingers, with her asshole spasming around my tongue.

“Fuck me,” Bunty groaned as her orgasm fell away.

I pulled her down, I positioned Bunty facing away from me on the toilet. Her knees were on the seat of it, her bent arms on the top of it, her perfect derrière offered up to me. I drove my cock into her body, deep into her warm, soaking, snug little cunt.

I fucked Bunty hard as she mewled and gasped and panted. I was rough with her, I pounded her. I worked two fingers into her spit-slickened ass, then a third. I gripped her buttocks with my other hand, as Bunty reared back into me.

I was quick, but then we’d already been in that bathroom for a suspicious amount of time. I hammered into Bunty, I didn’t attempt to hold my climax back. I tried to draw myself out of her body as it hit me, but Bunty was having none of it. “Come in me,” she gasped, she demanded.

It was so stupid, but fuck it, she felt so good, I couldn’t bear to leave her body. I sank into Bunty all the way, I groaned, as my cock jerked, as I came in her pussy, as I filled Mark’s girlfriend with spurt after spurt.

Bunty kissed me as we hurriedly dressed. “Your fingers feel so good in my ass,” she whispered. “And your tongue, you dirty bastard. No one’s ever done that to me before.”

I felt more proud of that than I should have.

“Mark hates anything to do with asses,” Bunty told me. “I love that about you. You’re so filthy. Next time we come in here, why don’t you bring some of that butter with you?”

As the evening drew on, as Bunty went worse and worse, I got angrier.

I was furious at her, for tempting me, for threatening me, but more so, I was angry at myself for being so weak. For not being able to resist Bunty.

We were spending more and more time in bathrooms together, in the house we were all partying in. Sooner or later, someone was going to notice. Someone was going to realise that we were doing a lot more than snorting gak together. Hell, one close look at Bunty would show it. She was flushed, wild-eyed, fizzing with horny energy. It only made her look even more beautiful, with those big brown eyes and cheekbones of hers. I couldn’t help glancing over at Bunty, whenever we were apart, my eyes travelling over her tight body, her glorious, curvaceous derrière.

But Mark, her boyfriend, he was right there, and if we were caught, he’d try and kill me. It’d likely ruin Dave’s big going away party. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

And what Bunty had said, that last time, after I’d just fucked her, minutes ago, about getting the butter, it stayed firmly in my head. Butter meant only one thing. One thing I absolutely wouldn’t be able to say no to.

I kept thinking about it, about her, about Bunty’s hot, tight ass. Fuck. There was no fighting it. My cock was growing hard, again, already.

I went into the kitchen. When I was sure no one was paying me any attention, I opened the fridge and found a half-used pack of butter. I pressed the cold block of it into my front jeans pocket before I slipped back out and into the open-plan living room.

I had zero cool. I headed straight for Bunty. I asked her if she fancied another line. Bunty grinned as she nodded at me.

We headed to the furthest bathroom on the upper floor of the country house, hoping it would give us the most privacy, the least chance of being caught.

My hands trembled as I followed behind Bunty, my eyes on her thick buttocks as they rose and fell in her jeans. The butter was warming in my pocket, I could feel it getting softer, very much the opposite to my dick.

“You can’t fucking resist me, can you?” Bunty said with relish as I locked the bathroom door behind us. “Don’t fall for me,” she teased.

I snorted. “You don’t need to worry about that. I hate you.”

But rather than being offended, Bunty’s eyes lit up. “You do, do you?”

“Yeah. You disgust me. You’ve got no shame at all, have you?”

She laughed, in glee. “You’re one to talk. It takes two to tango.”

“Yeah, but you started this. You tempted me. You threatened me. And you’re the one who’s boyfriend is downstairs, when you’re up here, getting fucked by some guy you’ve only just met.”

I knew I was being unreasonable, that really I hated myself more than her, but I couldn’t help it. I put venom into my words, but the more I railed against her, the more I insulted Bunty, the more she appeared to bask in it.

Bunty pushed herself into me, she wrapped her arms around my middle. Her face was in mine, her breath was hot on my skin. “You hate me, but you can’t stop yourself, can you?”

I didn’t answer her with words, I kissed Bunty, with aggression, with need. I ran my hands over her glorious body, across her perky tits, over her thighs, I gripped her butt through her jeans.

“I can’t resist you, but I’m not going to be very fucking nice to you,” I told Bunty as I kissed her.

She moaned into my lips.

“You’re a slut, Bunty. You might be posh, you might act like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, but you’ve shown me who you are. You’re a filthy, cheating, upper-class whore.”

My condemnation of her only seemed to get Bunty hotter, though. Her breathing was fast and shallow, she moaned with more feeling as she kissed me.

“Your come’s been dripping out of me all evening,” Bunty said with her lips on mine. “You want to see?”

“It’s not your sloppy cunt I want now.” I pulled the wad of butter out of my pocket.

Bunty grinned at me.

“Get out of your fucking jeans and knickers, we haven’t got long,” I barked at her.

She unbuttoned her trousers as fast as she could, Bunty shoved them down. She whipped her underwear off, she stood before me bottomless, in a t-shirt and her white cotton socks.

There was no time for niceties like foreplay. I dropped to my knees, I grasped her hips, I turned Bunty away from me. Her full, curved, smooth buttocks filled my vision. “Bend over.”

Bunty obeyed with enthusiasm, as if there was nothing she adored more than being ordered around. She stepped her feet apart wider, she leaned forwards. Bunty put her hands on the wall in front of her, she arched her back, pushing her perfect derrière out towards me.

I grasped a springy cheek in each hand, I spread them. Her plump cunt was inches from my eyes, it was slick with her wetness and my jizz. Her asshole was on full view above it, tiny and pink and clenched. It wouldn’t be for much longer. “Hold yourself open.”

Bunty didn’t hesitate. She reached back with both hands whilst staying bent, she kept her butt cheeks parted for me.

I peeled the butter open, I scooped a wad of it out. It was already half-molten. I slapped it between her buttocks, I rubbed it over Bunty, it turned greasy, but it clung to her skin. It turned Bunty’s ass crack slippery. I added a second dollop, I smeared it all over Bunty with my fore and ring fingers, but I focussed on her adorable little asshole.

Bunty gasped as I tickled her, as I rubbed, as I massaged. She softened for me as I applied more pressure, as I pleasured and soothed that muscular opening. I pressed, and butter really did work wonders for this sort of thing, no wonder Marlon Brando was such a fan of it. Both my fingers slid easily into Bunty’s pucker as it parted for me.

Fuck, I loved doing this. Fingering a girl’s ass was lewd, it was gloriously dirty, but normally I did it with care. I went slowly, I made sure it felt as good for her as possible, but not with Bunty, not now. Fuck her. I was rough with Bunty, I pushed my digits into her all the way, my cock throbbing at the way her pucker stretched open for me, at how it gripped and flexed around my fingers. But Bunty took me with gusto, her legs shook as she groaned deep and loud.

I pumped within her anus, I screwed her, and Bunty acted like I was in her pussy, like she was desperately horny. Bunty pressed back into me to get me to finger-fuck her quicker.

When I pulled my digits out of her booty, when I replaced them with my tongue, I wasn’t doing it for her pleasure, I was doing it because it was hot, because I wanted to.

Bunty grunted and mewled as I licked her buttery asshole. I pressed, and my tongue slid into her with fluid ease. I really shoved my face into Bunty’s derrière, I dug into her ass, I drove my tongue in and out of her twitching pucker. I shoved two fingers into her oozing cunt, I strained Bunty with a third. I moved my tongue and digits in fast harmony.

I worked three fingers into Bunty’s slack ass when I was done tonguing her, I twisted them around within her, I opened them out, pressing against her muscular sphincter from within, working her wider. I moved with urgency, but the worse I treated Bunty, the more febrile it sent her. She made eager sounds of pleasure, her legs were shaking hard, her whole body trembling. Bunty was panting now.

She was as ready as I needed her to be. I rose to my feet behind Bunty, I tore my jeans open, I pulled my rock-hard cock out.

Bunty looked back at me as I slathered my prick in the rest of the butter. “Yes,” she groaned. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Do it. Mark won’t, but you will, won’t you, you bastard.”

I’d never heard a girl sound so riled up. So crazed.

Bunty still had her cheeks spread for me, showing her cunt and her asshole off. She moaned as I touched the head of my dick to her slack pucker.

Whenever I’d fucked women this way before, I’d gone slow. I’d let them focus on their breathing, I’d let them set the pace, at least at first. But not with Bunty. I pressed my cock into her ass, I stretched her open wide around me.

Bunty gasped, she whimpered as I slid into her anus. I groaned as my cock glided into her, as I sank myself into the gripping, warm, softness of Bunty’s back passage.

I buried myself in her derrière to the hilt, I held still to exult in the feeling of having the length of my prick held in her ass. Bunty’s sphincter was a tight band of muscle around the base of my cock, the rest of me felt like it was floating within her. Bunty was quivering and mewling. It felt like her legs were about to give way. That didn’t give me much time.

I drove into Bunty with long, deep, uncaring thrusts, I fucked her rear fast and hard, right from the off. I couldn’t resist this gorgeous girl, but I loathed her. I hated what she’d reduced me to.

But Bunty took it all. She moaned and trembled, she even began to push backwards into me.

“You’re nothing but a dirty little slut,” I told her as I wrapped a hand in her hair, as I tugged on her. “You’re a dirty slut with a cock in your ass, and you love this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a fucking whore.”

“Yes.”

“You’re boyfriend’s downstairs and you're letting me butter up and screw your ass.”

“Yes.” She sounded wilder each time she said it.

I pounded into her with even more energy. “You’re a fucking disgrace.”

“Yes.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Yes!”

Bunty kept one hand on her left buttock, but the other one disappeared around her front, and I knew Bunty was strumming her cunt. I felt her asshole contract around my prick as her fingertips met her clit.

Bunty went frenzied as I reamed her magnificent rear, as she frotted herself urgently. I was right there with her, it was the most frantic, primal, crazy sex I’d ever experienced. 

We didn’t have long, we couldn’t be away from everyone else for more than a handful of minutes, but still, I couldn’t stop myself from taking a little more time to make this even more depraved.

Bunty whined as I pulled my prick out of her all way. “No, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Shut up. Get on your knees.”

She didn’t object, Bunty twisted around and dropped down before me. She opened right up, as I shoved my cock into her face, into her waiting mouth.

Bunty moaned around me as she sucked, as she greedily slurped on the prick that had just come out of her ass. I screwed her, I went into Bunty’s throat, I made my feelings for her clear.

“Get back on your feet and give me your ass.”

She hopped up, Bunty spun about and got right back into position. Her right hand went to her pussy, the other returned to her left buttock. I pulled her other cheek open to expose her, to gaze down at her mistreated, winking, buttery asshole.

Bunty was looser, I went into her easier, but her butt was still sublimely snug. I held Bunty apart as I slammed into her body, as I took her ass harder than I’d ever have dared with any other girl.

I was brutal with Bunty, but the worse I treated her, the more frantically horny it sent her. The noises she made, how good she looked, how incredibly hot this was, even the smell of the butter, it filled me with throbbing tension, and I wasn’t going to last much longer, but Bunty got there before me.

Her panting moans rose in pitch, they came closer together, her asshole clenched around me as they merged, as Bunty’s orgasm hit her. She bucked and juddered, she reared into me, she wanked furiously as she came. I crashed into her, fucking her with vigour, fucking her noisier and crazier.

Bunty’s anus spasmed around me with each pulse of her climax, like her ass was milking my dick. It drew the tension up me, it pushed me over the edge.

I groaned as I came in Bunty, for a second time that night. I thrust into her with unthinking vigour, I pumped jizz into her tight butt, once, twice, before I drew out of her.

Bunty fell back into place at my feet without me saying a word, she offered me her mouth, but I jacked myself over her upheld face as the rest of my orgasm spurted out of me. Bunty’s hand on her cunt didn’t quit, she kept coming, as wads of my jism fell across her chin and her cheeks and her forehead, as it went into her open, gasping mouth.

I managed to stay away from Bunty the rest of that night. The party wound up the next day, and  Mark and Bunty left early. She didn’t say a thing to me after I’d fucked her ass in that bathroom and come on her face.

Later that year, I ran into Bunty and Mark at a summer dance festival in South London. Mark was pleased to see me, but Bunty acted like we’d never met.