Every once in a while, the perfect lay comes along.

The kind of guy who makes you so crazy with pleasure you'll do just about anything for a second round.

That was Lachlan.

Six-five and nine-and-a-half inches long with enough girth on his cock to scare any man in the locker room. He was so good. It hurt every time we fucked.

I screamed my throat raw and lost track of how many times I came. It felt so good I would do anything to have him fuck me again, which is why I let him take my ass.

"I'll fuck your pussy, but only if you let me have your ass first."

The thought of him taking there, where no one and nothing else had been, had me going still.

Even as I hesitated, a rush of moisture flooded my pussy at the thought.

This was not lost on Lachlan, who chuckled softly as he gathered my wetness on his fingers.
His finger slid into my ass, and I hissed, sensation tearing through me. He teased the raw, nerve lined cavity until, overcome with sensation, I began to moan and push back on his fingers.

I'd heard horror stories about anal sex, but this felt so good. I pushed out when he lubed me and inserted a second finger and then a third.

I soon felt that massive cock at my back entrance.

"Push out," he commanded.

I pushed out and the pain lessened. There was nothing pleasurable about the first slide, but as he began to fuck me, I found myself moaning and thrusting back onto his cock. There was a feeling of being mastered and the pleasure caused by raw sensation.

"Fuck my ass!" I moaned.

His finger touched my clit and I came.