Fucking Louise

Finally there was Lisa, a skinny, sallow-faced girl with mousy brown
hair she kept tied back in a pony-tail. Her body was scrawny, her arms thin and her shoulders a little bowed. Her tits were small, 
insignificant, brown- nippled things, but with a certain charm. 

On the second or third day of the holiday, Louise became badly sunburnt. With the exception of the two white triangles on her crotch and backside left by her bikini bottom, her body was an angry red colour. Her sunburnt breasts looked particularly amazing, with no apparent difference between the colour of her nipples and the surrounding flesh.

I was initially displeased when this happened, because I thought it
would preclude us from having sex, and I still wanted to have sex with her all the time. I shouldn't have worried. That evening, we left the others sitting in the lounge room of the house we had rented, and went into our bedroom. Louse took off her dress and asked me to rub some moisturiser on her sore body. I began to rub the cool lotion onto her shoulders and back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Then she knelt on the bed, leaning against the bedhead so that I could rub some cream onto her bottom. She seemed to be particularly sore where the burnt skin met the unburnt triangle, and as I gently rubbed around it her buttocks were parted and my face was inches away from her anus. I couldn't believe I had found myself in a situation where staring at a girl's arsehole like this was such a natural thing. 

Afterwards, Louise lay on her back on the bed and I gently fucked her,
being careful not to hurt her hot and tender body too much. 

When I first left home and moved in with Louise, I left my collection of porn behind. I fully expected never to have to masturbate again. Why should I need to, when I had the real thing on tap? Louise loved sex and we were fucking constantly for the first few months. She was the only girl I have met who was willing, even eager, to fuck when she was menstruating. I can remember feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of menstruation (as I suppose is fairly common) when I first started going out with her, but I soon came to positively enjoy fucking her while she was having her period - the sight of my cock covered in thick, dark-red menstrual blood pumping into her bloody brown-haired pussy; the peculiar, slightly cloying smell of it and the dark, sticky stains left on our thighs and genitals after we had finished. I mention this as an example of a fetish which was, as it were, nipped in the bud. Had I conceived of fucking a menstruating woman without knowing Louise, the desire would quite possibly have gone unsatisfied and become an obsession, most women I have encountered being unwilling to fuck during their period, though they will admit to being particularly randy during it. (As it is, I only remembered this facet of my sex life with Louise as I was writing this.) 

One day Louise came home from work with a vibrator she had acquired in a roundabout way. It was pink and took the form of an turbanned oriental figure, with another, smaller figure sitting in front of him - an extension designed to massage the clitoris. When you turned it on, it vibrated and writhed slowly around. I thought it was one of the most ridiculous things I had ever seen but one night, while we were fucking, I brought it out of the wardrobe and stuck it in her cunt and found I enjoyed fucking her with it, and she enjoyed it too. 
One day, I found the vibrator under our bed. Picking it up, I noticed
that it was coated with some dried stuff which was flaking off. 
Suddenly I realised what had happened. It was dried pussy juice, left 
on there after Louise had used it to masturbate. The knowledge that 
Louise also masturbated secretly absolutely thrilled me. I imagined her lying alone in our bed, pushing the vibrator in and out of her cunt, her back arching until she had made herself come. 

Despite all the brilliant sex I was having, I gradually found my mind again turning to pornographic images. Sex with Louise was great as far as it went, but I began to realise how straightforward her sexual tastes were. She had little desire to experiment.

The catalyst of my frustration was a growing fetish for women's arses,
which had been triggered a short time before by a particular issue of 
'Penthouse'. While they're common in men's magazines - and of course 
the internet - today, in those days photos with women showing their 
arseholes were still quite unusual. This particular pictorial of a 
blonde woman (of american indian extraction, I seem to remember), 
featured several large, exquisitely clear close-ups of her arse, cheeks spread to show off her beautiful, puckered anus, looking like a lump of pink chewing gum. For a while, whether a girl's anus was visible or not became my criterion for a good porno picture. 
I took to parting Louise's buttocks and looking at her anus whenever I
fucked her from behind. I'd grab hold of her buttocks, one in each 
hand, and as I watched my cock sliding in and out of her, I'd push my 
hands together so my thumbs were pressing into her arsehole. 
Without actually coming out and asking her about it, I knew that having anal sex with her was an impossibility. I had read in a porn magazine years before that a favourite technique among the French was for the man to insert a finger into his lover's anus at the point of orgasm. I tried this a couple of times with Louise, but was left in no doubt that she didn't like it. When I was going down on her, I would lick as far up towards her anus as I dared, but I felt she was uncomfortable with me doing this too, and it was only on rare occasions that I let myself go. The best time was early one morning, before I went to work. I had manouevred myself so I was licking her pussy from behind when, giving up all pretense, I buried my face between her buttocks and gave her arsehole a thorough licking. I went to work with the taste of her bum in my mouth, a happy man. 

Faced with the inability to fuck Louise's arse, I began to perform a
regular, secret ritual. Like most students (or at least the ones we 
hung with) Louise and I drank quite heavily. Often we would fall into 
bed drunk. I would wait until the sound of her breathing told me she 
was asleep, then move her, if necessary, so she was on her front or her side. I would lift up her nightie, or pull down her pajama pants if she was wearing a pair of mine, and examine her backside. The skin between her buttocks was darker than the rest of her body, with the wrinkled surround of her anal opening being grey and shiny. 
Parting her buttocks with my hands, I would press my face between them, sniffing and licking her arsehole, pushing my tongue as deeply into it as I could. I would spit on her anus and insert my finger into it. Sometimes I would rub spit onto my cock and try to insert that too, but Louise's arsehole was very tight and this always woke her up. Usually I would end by coming on her arse and rubbing my semen into her hole. Sometimes, when inspecting her arse, I would find little flecks of shit on it. I would put these on my tongue and try to get the taste of them. Everything about her body was lovely to me. 

I make it a practice to take pornographic photos of my girlfriends. I
only ever managed to get Louise to willingly pose for one, which showed her lying on our bed wearing only a white camisole, open, her breasts and pubic triangle exposed. She had a sort of amused/slightly 
embarrassed smile on her face, and it was a cute photo. Unfortunately 
she managed to take it with her when we broke up. I have another photo, however, taken during one of my arse-worshipping sessions, which she has no idea I took. Louise's shapely backside occupies the centre of the frame. She's lying face down, a blue sheet (or perhaps they're pajamas) covering her above the waist. My left hand is on her left buttock, spreading it, and my stiff cock is pointing at a 45 degree angle from the bottom right hand corner of the picture. You can clearly make out the split of her cunt, surrounded by brown hair, but the photo has faded somewhat, as Polaroids do, and her anus is indistinct. It is nevertheless a beautiful photograph, and I still take it out and masturbate to it when I'm thinking of Louise. (Email me if you would like to see it). 

After a while, Louise and I drifted apart, and we both started having
affairs. One night, as we lay in bed after a night of drinking, I 
slipped my cock into her as she lay asleep and fucked her until I came inside her - she never woke up. The next morning I got a call from the girl I had been having an affair with. That was the beginning of the end for me and Louise. 

We did have one last fuck however. After we split up we still saw each
other socially, and we continued to be attracted to each other. One 
night we were at a party when she lured me back to her new house. We 
fucked in her bedroom with her on top, her blouse still on, hanging 
open, her beautiful puffy-nippled breasts cupped in my hands for the 
last time. I remember how strange it was to fuck her in this new 
bedroom, filled with many objects familiar to me from when we lived 
together. When I got home the next morning, my new girlfriend wasn't impressed.