I was 36, and I knew what I was doing. Or at least I
thought I did. My friend John had talked me into this;
it was really perverted so it appealed to me.
I can’t remember when I first started getting a thrill
out of doing things that grossed everyone else out, but
I’m sure I must have been very young. My first memory of
“grossing” out my friends was when I was 12 and let some
boys talked me into fucking a Rocky in front of them in a
Believe it or not I’m pretty good looking with well-
defined muscles and a pretty face. So why do I do some
of the things I do? I can’t answer that question other
than to say the thrill is so important to me that I’d do
anything to feel it.
I guess that was why I was standing just outside a
holding pen for Komodo Dragons in South Florida looking
at the monsters crawling around in the mud. The place
was one of those ramshackle roadside affairs that
promised the strange and unusual. Only today they were
really going to offer something strange.
Yes, I’d been talked into doing something really strange
and my heart was pounding in my chest as my body shot
tendrils of energy through my thighs up to my cunt in
surges of excitement. I squirmed nervously as John led
me to the gate of the holding pen.
I was going to let myself be fucked by a Komodo Lizard,
and I was going to have an audience. I didn’t really
care if the men surrounding me watched or not, all I
wanted to do was prove a point to my friend John. He
dared me to do this, thinking that I’d be so grossed out
that I would refuse. Well, was he going to be surprised.
A filthy older man stood by the gate and eyed me as I
approached. I looked at the old geezer and stripped off
the maxi coat I was wearing to reveal my shapely body in
a neat little number from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I
knew that my sexy clothes would be worthless by the time
I was done here, but they made me feel good.
The dirty old man swallowed and his eyes looked like
they were popping out of his head as I passed him to
enter the pen. I noticed that he had a big lump in his
trousers that proved he wasn’t past it, even if he was
old and dirty.
The men ranged around the pen started calling out lewd
encouragements, telling me how hot I looked and that if
I wanted to change my mind they’d give me the ride of my
life. I smiled at them and said, “Maybe when I’m done
here, we can see if yours is as big as Mr. Komodo
Lizard’s.” They roared with nervous laughter as I walked
over to stand in front of one of the big lizards.
The head handler said, “Move very slowly, don’t startle
the beast or he might bite you.”
I looked the reptile in the eyes and then slowly knelt
down to the muddy ground and positioned my ass to face
the beast. As my hands sank into the mud and as the
filthy mud oozed up between my fingers I swallowed and
thrilled to the excitement of the taboo act I was about
Then things happened very quickly. I felt a flicking
tongue slap against my ass cheeks and the slithering
sound of the reptile moving close. The handler said that
the lizards had an incredible since of smell and that he
thought the big lizard could smell my arousal. Well, it
was true that I was aroused, but I was scared shitless
too. This big lizard that was smelling me was twice my
weight and probably dangerous to boot.
Then I felt scaly flesh above my back and I braced
myself. I’d already pulled my panties down and had been
wiggling my ass in the reptile’s face, so when I felt
his scaly flesh moving up over my back I knew what to