Red Flags

I had mentally braced myself for a catfish, but I’ve never had a first date go so well. Katrina is not a result of skillful picture editing; her sparkling blue eyes, bright smile, swooping blonde hair, and perfect body are as advertised. She would still score 10/10 without the disproportionally large breasts, like acing an exam and nailing the bonus question. My follow-up potential concern was a kidney-stealing boyfriend tailing my car, but she was gorgeous enough to take a chance.

I felt more confident about the safety of my kidneys as the evening progressed. Katrina’s personality completely destroyed any bait bimbo prejudice. We had a wonderful evening full of engaging conversation and quick-witted humor. I would have taken it slow but, when asked me to take a shower while she made herself comfortable in my bedroom, I let things happen fast.





I come out of the shower to a goddess’ backside. Leaning against my bed, legs spread shoulder-wide, Katrina has lost her dress, lost her panties, and taken a tube of aloe gel out of her clutch bag to place stately on the bed.  Anal is the first thing on my mind when see that perfect bubble butt swaying invitingly and the suggested lubrication, but I would never dare suggest such an impure act on a first date. Her way to drive the point home is to spread one cheek aside, make sucking sounds on her finger, and push that slick digit into the little horizontally stretched orifice. That slender finger looks snug and comfy in there. My growing erection takes care of dropping the loose towel around my waist and I move in.

A butt like that is an absolute privilege to penetrate, but I’m nervous about exposing my lack of experience. This is my first foray into the tight, warm, forbidden hole, but Katrina’s moans encourage me deeper and deeper, then harder and harder until I’m slapping my crotch on those jiggly cheeks with suction sounds on the way out and squirting sounds on the way in. Whenever I skip a beat or take a readjusting break, I feel her rectum masticating my cock, begging me to stay in there forever.

l can’t believe how lucky I am. If those soft breasts aren’t real, they’re fooling every sensory cell in my hands. Again, I’m not the one who suggested I squeeze those puppies from behind and use the tight grip to fuck my date harder. Those were her words. Katrina’s instructions have led to nothing but unbridled pleasure so far, so I gladly obey.

It’s coming, my first ejaculation deep inside a girl’s asshole. By the tightening grip of her ass, crescendo of her moans, and restlessness of her legs, she’s cumming too. This is the greatest moment of my life. Fuck, have I been squeezing her breasts too hard in the heat of the moment? My hands let go of the plump melons and glide down her chest with no particular destination in mind. I don’t get far.

“Keep your hands on my…” she starts.

I immediately recoil at the curve of a gigantic belly bump. I’m still anally attached so I don’t step away. I put my hands on her shoulders once the shock wears off.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, mortified she might think I find her pregnant belly gross. I was simply surprised; her slim figure gave no indication of late-term pregnancy from behind. The anal sex makes sense in this deceiving context. But I’m not against a little baggage, especially when it puts a girl like that in my league.

“It’s OK. I should have told you. Can we talk about it later after you fuck my ass again?” She bends lower over my bed, giving me a new angle and a surge of arousal.

“You’re just full of good ideas tonight.”

“It’s not the only thing I’m full of anymore,” Katrina says, possibly with a wink. 

This sex bomb is giving me the stamina of my teenage years.