Subject: Last Night Before Break
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral
Diary Date: December 14, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I had held out for most of the semester and tomorrow I would be going
home for Christmas. I got myself so horny thinking of home that
something had to give!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Too Horny to Wait
Chapter 2 - Getting What I Needed
Chapter 3 - Finishing Myself in the Parking Lot
Chapter 1 - Too Horny to Wait
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After breaking up with Michael, for the rest of the first semester of my
senior year it was just me and my fingers when it came to sex. Of course
Thanksgiving Break provided some "relief" but in a way it only
intensified my feelings when I was back alone in my apartment. Not for
the first (or last) time, I found myself wishing that my roomie Ali was
into girls! God she was so hot! Seeing her nude while she was dressing
or even just being close enough to smell her drove me nuts!
Finally the end of the semester arrived. Finals were over and everyone
was just packing and having fun, anticipating our return home the next
day for Christmas Break. By the way, I attend a Christian university so
yes, we call it Christmas Break and not Winter Break! Ali was out in the
living area with some of my other apartment roomies. Our on-campus
apartments had three bedrooms with two girls in each that shared a common
living area and kitchen.
Until a few minutes before, I'd been out there right along with them,
laughing about the events of the past semester and talking about our
plans for the upcoming break. Of course, I never told them about my REAL
plans - that I intended to get fucked the minute I got home and as often
as possible after that! Although I may not have been saying it aloud,
the thoughts were certainly filling my mind, making me so damn horny that
finally I couldn't take it anymore and excused myself to go to the
bathroom.
No sooner had I shut the door behind me than I was yanking down my jeans
and taking a seat. Actually, I DID have to pee but that wasn't my
primary reason for being here. I quickly finished THAT business and my
finger was on my clit before the toilet was half done flushing. I almost
cried out as it was like I was applying an electric shock to my clit
instead of just a fingertip. God I was SO incredibly horny, it was like
I was going to burst. As I used one hand to play with my clit, I took
the other and shoved a finger up my already soaking wet pussy. I wanted,
NEEDED, a hard dick in me more than anything and as good as my finger
felt up in me, it just wasn't the same.
Normally no matter how horny I am, masturbation settles me down and
allows me to stay in control, if not satisfied. Not tonight. My heart
was racing and it was almost like I was having an anxiety attack as my
breathing quickened into fast, short breathes and my pussy felt like it
was going to jump out of my body at any moment. Tasting my fingers, I
could smell and taste my pussy and I dreamed of sucking a cock with my
pussy cum all over it.
That was it. Last straw. I simply HAD to have a dick and there was no
way I was going to make it until tomorrow without having a nervous
breakdown. You would think after all the weeks without getting any that
I would be able to hold out for twelve more hours but that wasn't the
case, not by a long shot. Now I can say I really do understand how a
cigarette smoker feels when she hasn't been able to smoke for a while, or
a drug addict waiting for her next fix. In MY case, my "fix" was sex and
if I didn't get some, and get it quick, I might do something stupid like
attack Ali! As incredibly hot as that idea made me, I still had enough
common sense left to know she was off-limits. Indeed, anyone at school
was out of bounds for me, male or female. Sex was grounds for expulsion
and as much as I wanted it, I wasn't going to get expelled with just one
semester to go!
Therefore, the only question was where to find a dick? Well the obvious
answer was below the waist of some guy so that meant all I had to do was
find a guy willing to fuck me. THAT wasn't difficult for me to find,
just as it isn't for any girl who is really serious about getting laid.
What WAS difficult was finding someone who was discreet and wouldn't come
looking for more later. I didn't want a boyfriend or a date, I just
wanted a guy to take me and fuck me like there was no tomorrow - and
never talk about it later with his friends!
Near my school is a factory with several little bars surrounding it where
the workers hang out after their shift. In all the years I'd been going
to school in this town, I'd never gone near any of them as I could only
imagine the type of guys that frequented such establishments. For a
single girl, and a college one at that, to walk into such a place would
be like a lamb walking into a lion's den. Somehow that sounded like just
the ticket tonight, though. I had a sneaky suspicion that getting laid
in such a place wasn't going to be much of a challenge! So what if they
weren't the most handsome and sophisticated men? The only thing I wanted
was below their belts anyway.
I gave up masturbating. As good as it felt I knew I could rub my clit
raw tonight and never be satisfied. Pulling up my pants, I exited the
bathroom and returned to the living room.
"Wow, that was fast!" Ali whispered to me as I took a seat next to her on
the couch.
Although we never really talked a lot about sex and I never did anything
overtly with her around, she knew I masturbated - frequently. Heck, so
did she but at my school, that sort of thing isn't discussed openly with
most people so we both pretended not to notice the other.
"I only had to pee," I replied, pretending to be innocent.
"Yeah, right!" she teased me, tickling me innocently. If she only knew
what it did to me when her hands were on me!
We both giggled and then I turned to her and whispered, "I need to run
out and take care of some things before tomorrow."
Ali looked at me suspiciously, not buying my cover story for an instant.
"What do you need that can't wait until you're home tomorrow?"
"Just stuff," I replied, trying to avoid giving myself away.
Ali frowned at me. Even though she wasn't believing me, I doubted she
had a clue as to what I was REALLY planning to do. I quickly gathered my
purse and just headed out as I was dressed. It WAS December and although
the winter had been pretty mild, it wasn't fit for shorts and so I was
wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. As usual, I hadn't bothered
with anything else, especially since I hadn't planned on leaving my
apartment when I got dressed earlier. My hair wasn't exactly at its best
but sometimes all I did was just comb it out and let it hang so this
would just have to be one of those times.
Out in the parking lot, I climbed in my car and looked in the rearview
mirror. Ugh, I had to do SOMETHING to be a bit more presentable although
I suspected the guys I'd be meeting wouldn't be looking above my chest
anyway. I found a wrap in my purse and pulled my hair back into a single
ponytail so it didn't look so plain. A little lipstick and blush and my
face wasn't so pale. A splash of perfume and that was it. Well, it
would just have to do.
As I drove to the bar my pussy suddenly reminded me that it wanted
something in it - something hard and warm. It was almost like a cramp it
hit me so hard! I rubbed myself through my jeans and then forced myself
to hold off as I didn't want to walk in with a wet spot between my legs.
Even for me that would have been going a little too far!
It was only a short drive to the bar but I don't hardly even remember the
trip. It was like I was in a fog, like some girl in a bad vampire movie
who was being called by the vampire and robotically responding without
really understanding what she was doing. In my case it wasn't a vampire
but a nice cock that was calling me. Even though I didn't know where it
was yet, I knew there would be one for me, nice and hard, eager to
satisfy me.
Chapter 2 - Getting What I Needed
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When I got to the bar I saw there were about a half dozen or so cars
parked outside. Actually they were all trucks which gave me some insight
as to the type of men who frequented the place. For just a moment I sat
in my car with the engine off, contemplating what I was about to do. It
was like for just a moment the vampire's pull on me had been broken and I
realized what I was doing. God, I could be hurt or who knows what else!
This was beyond stupid, it was flat out ridiculous. All I had to do was
wait until morning and drive home. I was sure my dad would be waiting
for me at the door, hard dick in hand, ready to welcome me home as only a
father can. Why do this when my dad would be available in literally
hours?
The struggle for my mind resumed and once again my pussy won out. It was
all I could do to not just pull my jeans down and masturbate right there
in the parking lot. Damn, I couldn't remember EVER being THIS horny
before! What had happened to me? It wasn't like I'd woke up this way or
anything. Something about tonight had triggered this inside of me, like
a virus that had been activated by the proper code word and now was set
upon driving me crazy if I didn't satisfy the manic lust that it had
created within me. Oh well, did it really matter WHY I was feeling this
way? All that mattered to me at that moment was to respond and accept
it, to satisfy it... to get fucked!
As I walked to the front door I looked around and shuddered. It wasn't
exactly the type of neighborhood I'd grown up in, with all the nice
middle-upper-class homes, well-lit brick streets, and pleasant neighbors.
Without the moon it would have been pitch black except for the beer signs
lit up in the window and the dilapidated sign out front with the bar name
under a Pepsi logo. The parking lot wasn't even paved and the exterior
of the bar apparently hadn't been painted, or received any other form of
attention, since before I was born. Under any other conditions I
wouldn't have been caught dead here! Unfortunately, this was exactly the
type of place I knew where I could go and get a guy quickly and with no
questions asked.
Stepping inside, it was almost comical. It was like one of those cheesy
westerns where the bad guy steps into the saloon and everyone stops
whatever they're doing and the place focuses on him. Indeed, that was me
tonight. As soon as I opened the door every head turned to see who was
violating their private little bar. As soon as they saw it was a girl,
their faces went from sullen to eyes like saucers. Undoubtedly I was
about the last thing they had ever expected to appear at the door this
evening - or any other evening for that matter.
"You lost or something honey?" the bartender called out to me. Obviously
he didn't think that I would actually be entering here unless I was
forced to.
"Noooooo," I replied softly and innocently, "Why, can't I come in here?"
What I REALLY wanted to say was, "Anybody here want to fuck me?" but that
would have been a little TOO forward, even in my current condition.
Dropping my jacket and hanging it over my arm, I stepped up to the bar
and took a seat on the stool. It felt a little odd as I had never
actually been in a bar like this before. As I walked through the room it
was like every pair of eyes in the place was staring at me with the
majority either at my boobs or ass, which was perfectly OK with me.
"OK, what can I get ya?" the bartender asked.
"How about a Diet Coke?"
The bartender laughed and shook his head. I knew he wanted to say
something more but he held his tongue like a good bartender.
"Here, on the house," he said with a grin as he set the glass in front of
me. "So what brings you in here tonight anyway? You're not exactly the
type we get in here very often."
"Oh? So just what type am I?" I teased him, letting my voice take on
that little girl lilt to it that I knew men liked so much.
He didn't have a chance to answer as I was drawing men like flies.
Before I knew it, there was one seated on each side of me. The guy on
the left was rather young and good looking, probably early twenties at
most. To the right was an older guy, not THAT old but probably in his
thirties at least. He was a little rougher looking, starting to bald and
obviously hadn't shaven since early morning. Both guys were wearing
wedding rings, something a girl looks for instinctively when approached
by a strange guy.
"Hi, I'm Simon," the younger one started out, "So what's a babe like you
out alone tonight?
Well, so much for originality!
"Forget him," the older one broke in, "You look like you need something
and I've got it."
He was patting his crotch and the bartender overheard him and saw what he
was doing.
"Nice one Ryan," he scolded him, rolling his eyes, "nothing like being a
gentlemen. Be careful or I'll tell Ruth on you!"
Any other time and I probably would have slapped this Ryan character but
not tonight. I wasn't in the mood for some drawn out repartee with a guy
like Simon. Sure he was younger and better looking and his breath was
undoubtedly more palatable as well, but I was looking for someone more
direct and wasn't in the mood at all to play games. I turned my back to
Simon and gave my full attention to Ryan.
"That's OK, I like a man who says what's on his mind," I said softly.
The I looked down at his crotch where the creep was actually rubbing
himself through his jeans! Oh well, why not?
"Looks like you have a lot of things on your mind," I teased him, nodding
to his crotch. Even with that he didn't take his hand away. Well, you
had to give him credit for chutzpah!
Ryan looked around and glared at the other guys who turned away and
pretended to ignore what was happening at the bard. Obviously he was the
alpha male in this wolf pack. Even the bartender moved away as if he
didn't want to be involved.
"Let's stop fooling around," he said in a conspiratorial tone, "You're
not a cop, are you?"
I was shocked at that one and I guess my reaction was answer enough for
him.
"Don't be offended, I was just checking. You know how it is."
"Well, I'm NOT a cop or anything like that," I said huffily.
"I didn't think so - the cop whores aren't as good looking as you
anyway,"
he continued, "So what's it going to take?"
I looked at him with a blank stare. Damn, I wasn't a whore! Was THAT
what he thought I was?
"I'm NOT a prostitute," I said firmly.
"Well, you're obviously not here for the atmosphere," he chuckled,
reaching over to put his hand on my thigh. I didn't make any move to
resist him which he took for permission to move it up closer to my crotch
where he started to squeeze and rub his hand over my leg.
"Can't a girl just be looking for a drink?"
Ryan almost burst out laughing. "Yeah right, like you needed to come in
here for a diet pop. I think somebody needs something a little more
substantial."
"Oh?" I replied naively, "And what would THAT be?
His hand suddenly moved forward and his fingers pushed against my crotch
through my jeans. At the same time his other hand was rubbing his dick
which had obviously grown under his jeans.
"Why don't we go in back and I'll show you."
Well, there it was. Time to go for it or back away before it was too
late. As crude and disgusting as he was, it WAS rather erotic in a way.
It wasn't like your typical boy-meets-girl where the two dance around
their real feelings all night - or longer. He clearly wanted to fuck me
and he wasn't making any bones about it (no pun intended). Wasn't that
exactly what I had gone out looking for?
"Well, are you sure you can handle me?" I teased him some more.
"Baby, the question is, can you handle ME!" he retorted, obviously full
of himself.
With that he got up and motioned for me to follow. He stopped by the
bartender who was now at the end of the bar.
"Gimme the keys to the office," Ryan demanded.
"I'm not supposed to let anyone in there," the bartender resisted.
"God dammit, if you don't give me these keys I'll take them from your
cold stiff fingers," Ryan growled.
"Alright, alright, here," the bartender gave in, handing over a key chain
with a single key on it and a round tag attached by a string that I could
just make out said "office" on it in dirty letters.
"Get in here," Ryan said to me, apparently no longer caring who heard him
or what they thought. I wondered if this was something he had done
before or if it was all a show for his buddies. Something told me from
the way he looked and acted that it was more bluff than anything. Had
this been a frequent affair then he wouldn't have needed to make such a
demonstration.
Once inside he shut the door and turned on the light. It was a small
room that smelled of stale beer and potato chips. The only furniture was
an old wooden desk and a couple of chairs that had clearly seen better
days. Ryan turned to me and leered at me like some drunken fool.
Actually, I didn't think he was all that dunk but rather just an idiot.
"Well?" he questioned me.
"What do you mean?" I responded, pretending to be confused.
"Shit, are you going to strip or what?"
It wasn't as if I was having serious second thoughts, but it WAS a little
faster than I'd even dreamed about when masturbating earlier. I needed a
moment to get myself calmed down a little as my heart was racing like a
beating drum.
"Who's Ruth, anyway?" I asked.
"Fuck her," he grumbled, "my old lady... stupid bitch."
If Ryan's marriage had been all that good I doubted he would've been a
regular at this bar but even so, he seemed almost ready to spit the words
out when he mentioned her.
"Ah, so then you must fuck girls like me all the time then I take it?" I
accused him as I started to unbutton my shirt.
"Yeah, lots of them," he answered as his eyes were fixed on my chest as
my cleavage was more exposed.
There was something in his tone that told me he was lying. Ryan was a
blowhard and I had a good feeling that he'd never had the nerve to
actually cheat on his wife. So why was he doing it now? Had he gone up
to me and flirted, never expecting to actually score with a girl like me?
Had I called his bluff? Would he go through with it?
I was naked by now, standing in front of him like a piece of meat being
checked over by an FDA inspector. Actually, I felt quite comfortable
considering the circumstances. He may have been an overweight boorish
letch, but at the same time I was clearly the one in control no matter
how much he may try to bluff. It was becoming more clear to me by the
moment that he had never dreamed that I'd actually go through with this
and if anything, his face was showing a little anxiety - at least in
between the leering looks and lip-smacking.
"So... what do you think," I teased as I spun around in a circle with my
arms over my head, lifting my boobs up tight and showing off my firm ass.
I was proud of my body and not afraid to show it off. If anything, it
made me feel good to see the approval in his eyes.
"Damn fuckin' incredible," he almost whispered. I would've been willing
to bet this was the closest he'd been to a nude college girl in his
entire life - he didn't look like the type to have married a professional
woman.
"Ever watch a girl masturbate?" I asked him with a sly grin on my face.
I wanted to add, "besides in a porn video" but that would have been too
much, even for this jerk.
He didn't respond but the way his eyes popped open told me all I needed
to know. I scooted up on the desk, pushing the papers and magazines away
without worrying about the mess I made - who would have noticed anyway?
Leaning back on one hand, I spread my legs for him and started to run my
fingers lightly over my crotch. My fingertips gently traced their way
over my smooth shaved crotch, moving around my pussy without actually
touching it.
"I bet Ruth's pussy doesn't look like this," I taunted him.
"You can say THAT again," he practically blurted out before he had time
to think of it. He was breathing heavily and he was so fixated on my
pussy that he wasn't even rubbing himself through his jeans anymore. The
bulge there, though, told me he didn't need to touch it to make it any
bigger!
"Now watch me play with myself," I encouraged him, as if THAT was
necessary. I pressed my middle finger into the folds of my pussy and
reached down to my hole and pressed it inside of me as far as I could.
"God that feels so good," I sighed.
Indeed it did. There was something about him watching me that was like
adding gasoline to a fire, making my pussy almost feel like it was
burning with pleasure as my finger stroked in and out of me. I was
masturbating for HIM, not me, and I knew full well that men loved to see
a girl put her fingers up her pussy so I ignored my starving clit for the
moment and concentrated on fucking myself.
"Mmmmmmm, I love the way your jeans are bulging Ryan," I sighed again,
"When are you gonna show me what you're hiding in there?
Ryan took the hint and unbuckled his belt. His jeans were tight,
probably a couple sizes too small at least thanks to what was probably an
ever increasing waist line. As he dropped his pants and dirty underwear,
I couldn't help but wonder when the last time he looked down and actually
saw his dick? I put away the thoughts of his bulging stomach and man
tits as his hard cock came into view. Who cared if he was bald,
overweight, and generally as uncouth as they come? He had the one thing
that mattered to me the most at this moment - a wonderfully hard cock
surrounded by a literal forest of thick, stiff pubic hair. Mmmmmmm!
God, I HAD to have it.
No sooner had he stepped out of his pants and shorts than I was off the
desk and on my knees in front of him. This was no time for a show, I
wanted that dick - NOW! Grabbing it by the base to steady him, I leaned
forward and took his dick in my mouth. God he tasted wonderful! Sure he
needed a shower - badly, but that didn't take away from the unmistakable
scent of his male musk, generated by his intense lust for me. His
swollen cock head was nice and large, no marks or weird angles that some
cocks seems to have. He felt so warm and smooth in my mouth, like a warm
sausage fresh from the oven. After a few head bobs I let his cock drop
from my mouth and looked up at him.
"Do you like that Ryan?"
"Fuck yes!" he whispered hoarsely, as if his voice would fail him if he
said any more.
I sucked on it a while longer and then again looked up at him as my hand
stroked his stiff wet shaft.
"So Ryan, does Ruth suck you as good as I do?"
"Shit, the bitch has never sucked my dick," he answered almost angrily.
He definitely had some issues with Ruth!
Once I started sucking on his dick again, he grabbed my head and held it
still as he moved his hips back and forth, driving his dick in and out of
my mouth as if he was fucking it. Ryan didn't have the biggest cock in
the world, not by a long shot, but he was large enough to where I could
only take about two thirds of it before it struck the back of my mouth.
Feeling his cock head against my throat, he stopped his thrusts and
instead he pulled my head down onto him, like he was trying to mount my
head on his cock like an apple on a stick.
"Take it all, babe," he grunted, driving his dick down my throat, "take
my big dick."
I tried to relax but for a moment I thought I was going to gag - or
worse. Then it made it past my gag reflex and I felt my throat fill with
the head of his cock. After a few seconds I needed to breath but he was
pulling my face tight against his crotch, plastering his sweaty pubic
hair against my cheeks and face. Finally I pulled back hard enough to
get his dick from my throat and I sucked in air past his dick.
"Too much for ya babe?" he teased me. Like all men, he obviously was
looking for penis reinforcement and I didn't see any reason not to give
it to him. I let his dick drop from my mouth and grabbed it with my hand
as I looked at him yet again.
"It's a wonderful cock... I love it," I purred as if he was the original
porn star, "Give me more of it."
He certainly didn't have to be asked twice! It went back and forth, from
me bobbing on his dick to him fucking my mouth. Talk about a straight
BJ, it was about as exciting as watching grass grow but hey, it WAS a
dick so it couldn't be all that bad, could it? As much as I liked the
taste of him, there was another part of me that was craving his cock far
more than my mouth.
"Fuck me... I want you to fuck me," I said, getting up from my knees with
my hand still holding his cock.
For a brief moment there was look of panic on Ryan's face. Yep, I was
now sure of it. Ryan hadn't cheated on his wife before, despite his
bravado, and he hadn't really planned to this evening either. He had
bluffed, assuming I would never go through with anything, and now that
his bluff was being called, he wasn't sure how to react.
I leaned over the deck, wiggling my bare ass at him and then spreading my
smooth legs apart so he had a good view of my tight asshole and wet pussy
from behind. I reached between my legs and fingered my hungry pussy as
he watched.
"C'mon Ryan, wouldn't you rather see your fat dick in me than my finger?"
"Oh god," was all he could say as he stared at my ass and my hand on my
pussy.
"C'mon Ryan, you're not worried about that cunt Ruth, are you?" I teased
him, "I just can't believe you don't want to fuck me... You DO want to
fuck me, don't you?"
"God help me, I do," he replied.
Gone was all the bullying and play-acting he'd done for his friends.
Obviously it was all an act for his barroom buddies. Now I was seeing
him the way he REALLY was - a pussy-whipped blowhard that was so scared
of his overbearing wife that he was afraid to fuck the girl of his
dreams, or at least his WET dreams.
"Last chance to fuck me, Ryan," I said, delivering my ultimatum, "Do you
want to feel your dick in this tight, wet college pussy or not?"
It was a calculated bluff on my part. If he only knew how I was feeling
at the time, he might not feel so intimidated. The reality was that I
wanted to just scream at him, to beg him to fuck me and give me his hard
cock. What would he say if he knew that I wanted his wonderful dick even
more than he wanted my pretty pussy. My pussy was starting to cramp
again with lust as I looked behind me and saw his marvelously erect dick
pointed just inches away from me - yet so far. God, what if he chickened
out now? I don't think I could have handled rejection after being this
close to getting what I needed.
As for what MIGHT have happened had he chickened out and not screwed
me - well I'll never know - thank God! Fortunately, his instinctive male
lust took over, just as it has done with every other guy I've ever been
with. No man had EVER turned me down when I was determined that he was
going to fuck me. usually all I had to do was say, "Fuck me" and that
was the end of the debate, if there had really been one to start with.
"Oh what the hell," he sighed, more a statement than a question.
Ryan moved in behind me and without ceremony or even a little style, he
rubbed his cock up against my bare ass. At first he ran it up and down
my ass crack and then he lowered it down to between my legs, searching
for the entrance to my anxious pussy. Impatiently I reached between my
legs and took his cock head in my hand, directing it to the moist opening
between my legs.
"Push it in me Ryan, push your dick inside of me" I finally begged him,
"PLEASE fuck me!"
FINALLY I felt it, that incredible sensation I'd been dying for all
night, that feeling I was willing to do literally anything at times to
experience. There is nothing in the world that feels like the moment a
hard dick forces its way between my tight wet pussy lips and then moving
up inside of me, penetrating me for the first time. Paradoxically, as
bad as it wants a dick, my pussy always initially tries to fight off the
very thing it has been begging for, sometimes not even letting the head
enter without practically bending his cock in half from the pressure.
Fortunately, in the end it always relinquishes and then the head pops in
me like a vacuum cleaner was inside of my pussy, sucking it in. Think of
a balloon that won't blow up. You blow so hard until your ears pop and
then suddenly it gives in and swells up and everything goes in easily
after that. When he first entered me it was like my crotch was being
split open, my legs being forced apart. Sometimes I experience a
slightly painful sensation if the guy is too big but that certainly
wasn't a problem with Ryan. But then again, he was big enough for the
job and that was what counted in the end.
"Oh god yes," I moaned, "That's it Ryan... Deeper... Push it deeper
inside of me... ALL the way in me... Give it to me!"
His hands gripped my hips as he thrust his stiff pole deeper into me with
each push. I felt the length of his shaft as it slid into me, gliding
against the walls of my pussy like a bow across the strings of a violin,
driving me almost insane with non-stop delight. Oh yeah, now I was glad
I'd done this. It just felt SO DAMN GOOD to be fucked!
"God you're fuckin' tight," he groaned as he tried to push himself in
even deeper.
Yep, tight - and proud of it! I've been fucked hundreds of times by more
than 150 guys but I was still tighter than most girls my age, even those
who didn't fuck a lot. Most of that I attributed to my genes as my mom,
even at her age and after a kid, is tighter than most women her age - at
least according to my cousin Rick and his dad. The other major factor,
at least in my opinion, is my aversion to dildos, especially the monsters
that some girls seem to love so much. No way was I stretching myself out
to accommodate any of those nasty things. Most guys who fucked me
commented on the tightness of my pussy and I was naturally quite proud of
it. My dad has even told me privately that I'm tighter than my cousin
Kristen and she is two years younger than me. Kristen loves dildos and
has been fucked by at least twice as many guys as me - which may explain
why.
I could feel Ryan's fat hairy belly hit my smooth ass as he stroked his
tool in and out of me and then, as he got in deeper, his pubic hair would
also brush up against my butt as if a feather duster was teasing me.
What felt the best, of course, were the sensations I got from having his
dick thrust up inside of me. By facing away from him, all I had to
concentrate on was the feeling of him fucking me - and it was
incredible!!!! Masturbation is ALWAYS good but nothing beats the feeling
of a REAL dick inside of me.
"Tell me you like fucking me more than Ruth," I demanded, trying to make
him admit openly about his unfaithfulness. The bastard was cheating on
his wife and I wanted to make sure he knew it - as if somehow he couldn't
have known what he was doing.
"You little bitch," he groaned, "You know damn well it your pussy feels
better than hers."
Well, he may have thought I was a bitch, but he didn't stop fucking me,
not even a slowdown.
"I want you to cum in me," I demanded again, "I want her cum... I want
you to give it to me instead of your wife."
"What's with all the wife crap?" he huffed as he began to stroke himself
in and out of me longer and harder.
How could I have explained to him what it meant to me to be fucked by a
husband, even a lousy one such as him, while his wife sat home without a
clue as to what he was doing behind her back to me? In all fairness to
Ryan, how could most anyone have understood? How do I explain that it
was MY ego being stroked, that it was MY emotions that were being tied in
knots knowing I was able to seduce him, to get him to fuck me against his
better judgment. Did he have any idea of how it felt to be the first
girl he had fucked other than his wife since he married her (at least I
was assuming it based on his actions)?
"Whatever... just fuck me and shut up," I replied, realizing I may have
pushed him too far. Well, not every guy likes to be reminded about his
wife when he's betraying her by fucking another girl!
"Cum in me," I panted after he had fucked me a little more, "Cum inside
of me."
Even if this wasn't exactly the most thrilling screwing I'd received in
terms of varied positions and style, that hadn't been my goal from the
beginning. Simply put, all I wanted was to be FUCKED, nothing more,
nothing less. Just the fact that his adulterous dick was inside of my
pussy was enough. I didn't need to play Kuma Sutra this evening to
satisfy me. This was all intended just to satisfy the most base desire
any female of any species can have - the need to be mated. Anything more
than that was gravy, as they say.
"No, I can't do that," he resisted, sounding a little frantic but not
pulling out of me either.
"You know you want to dammit," I chastised him, "Don't you DARE pull your
cock out of me. You had better cum in me you bastard."
Having made his required pitiful plea, that was last time Ryan protested
and I could tell from the intensity of his breathing and thrusts that he
was about to cum. It wasn't much of a surprise as I hadn't expected
someone like him to last long with me in the first place. Indeed,
suddenly he gasped and he squeezed my hips so hard it was a wonder he
didn't bruise me as he pushed himself tight up against my ass, driving
his engorged cock as deep inside of me as he could.
"Oh god!" he gasped as he started to cum in me.
It was incredible! This was the one thing that masturbation (or even a
dildo) could never duplicate. There is NOTHING in the world like the
sensation of feeling the warm seed of a man being literally pumped into
my pussy, his penis shooting load after load of sperm into me. This was
finally it, the feeling I had craved all night, the feeling of being
mated, of submitting myself to a male, of accepting a part of him inside
of me. Even more, with Ryan it was knowing I was effectively stealing it
from his wife, taking something from him she would never have allowed me
to have had she known. By cumming in me he was sealing his act of
adultery, the final straw in demonstrating his lust and sexual desire for
me over his own wife.
Once he had finished shooting his cum in me, Ryan pulled out almost
immediately. What is it with guys? It was like his lust had been stored
in his balls and now that he had cum and emptied his balls, his lust was
gone as well. Ryan almost immediately began to go limp although I loved
the way his dick glistened in the poor light with the mixture of male
sperm and my pussy juices covering it. I turned around and reached for
his dick, hoping to get a taste of it with my pussy adding to the flavor.
He pushed me away, though, a look of panic on his face.
"Shit, I can't believe this," he muttered, more to himself than to me.
"What's the matter Ryan, didn't you like fucking me?" I said softly.
Ryan looked at me and shook his head, his eyes rolling to the top of his
head.
"No, that IS the problem," he said so low I almost couldn't hear him.
"You need to get out of here."
My pussy would have taken more. Indeed, I was starting to wonder if
maybe someone else in the bar wanted to make a trip back to the office.
Ryan, though, wasn't having any of that.
"Shit, hurry up and get dressed," he hissed at me, pulling his pants up
as he struggled to snap them under his ponderous belly.
I only had to pull up my jeans and throw on my shirt so it wasn't like it
took me that long to dress. Since he had cum in me it wasn't like I had
to clean myself off the way I have to sometimes when guys cum on my face
- or who knows where else. From the way it had felt when he came in me,
I was pretty sure he had dumped a pretty big load in me which meant it
would be draining out of me before I got home but then who would see me?
The two of us returned to the bar area where everyone looked but nobody
seemed to want to say a word. Seeing their expressions, I wondered if
Ryan had crossed some invisible line? It was one thing for them to all
sit back each night and brag about their conquests and manliness, but
another to actually DO it. Ryan had just fucked a girl, cheating on his
wife, and everyone in there knew it.
Oh well, that was his problem to deal with.
Chapter 3 - Finishing Myself in the Parking Lot
===============================================
I grabbed my jacket and went out to the parking lot again and quickly sat
down inside of my car. Before starting the engine, I sat back with my
head against the headrest, taking a deep breath and trying to believe
that everything had actually happened. God, what had I just done? The
throbbing in my pussy was enough to convince me it had not all been a
dream and the warmth I felt in my belly and throughout my entire body
told me it was worth it. I was about to start the car when my hand
touched my crotch and I could feel the wetness through my jeans already.
I couldn't leave yet - I needed to cum. It was great being fucked but
without cumming, the night still wasn't complete. I couldn't go back now
for seconds so it was up to me to finish myself off. The hell with it,
why not just do it now? I pulled my pants down to my ankles and started
to masturbate behind the steering wheel. The leather seats of my Avalon
felt cold at first but quickly warmed. My pussy was slick with his sperm
as I ran my fingers over my clit. All I could think about was Ryan
fucking me. God I wished he was fucking me again. Well, at least his
cock. The horrible hunger I had felt for a dick was partially satisfied,
enough at least to make it until I got home to my dad in the morning, but
I still wanted to cum.
A few minutes later I was on the verge of an orgasm. Somehow, even with
the initial surges of pleasure that were beginning to signal my orgasm, I
noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. The gravel flew as the
driver came to a fast halt and the door was thrown open the instant the
engine stopped. In the dim light I made out a LARGE woman with a look
that could kill, making a beeline for the front door of the bar. Hmmm,
maybe that was Ruth? I had a feeling someone had blown the whistle on
Ryan - that bartender probably. He was SUCH a weasel it wouldn't have
surprised me. Had Ryan known he would do that? Was that why he had
hurried me out?
Somehow the thought of Ruth barging in on her adulterous husband was all
I needed to go over the top and my orgasm hit me like a loaded freight
train. My pussy gushed as his sperm and my cum flowed from me like I was
peeing on my seat. I could feel the wetness as it ran down my ass and
then to the seat and finally under my butt, making a mess but I couldn't
have cared less at the moment. The sensations that were overwhelming me
were more than worth whatever short term untidiness I made of my car.
Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me, sometimes likes waves on
the beach - swelling and cresting, and then other times more like a
lightning strike - brief but oh so powerful. As I came all I could think
about was the feeling of Ryan's dick in me, of his adulterous cock
sliding in and out of me, of his sperm spewing into me.
I might have gone on even longer but for the interruption outside. Sure
enough, it must have been Ruth because she was bitching at Ryan as the
two of them came out to the parking lot. God she was pissed! With my
windows close it was hard to make out just what she was saying; but from
the way she was gesturing and the loudness of her voice, she wasn't
giving him hell just for being out late! Fortunately they got in their
respective vehicles and drove off without appearing to have noticed me.
Lord only knows what she would've done had she known the slut her husband
had just screwed was in the car right next to hers!
I took some left-over napkins from the glove box and tried to clean up
the mess under me before pulling my jeans back up. It only took a few
minutes to get back to my apartment where everyone appeared to have gone
to bed. Slipping into my bedroom as quietly as I could, I noticed Ali
was in bed and apparently asleep. Stripping off my clothes, I dropped a
t-shirt over my head and climbed in bed.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me what you've been doing?" a
muffled voice sounded in the quiet from the direction of Ali's bed. I
didn't respond so she answered herself saying, "I didn't think so."
Oh well, better for her to wonder about it than to confirm it. At least
I'd gotten what I needed. Of course I was still excited about going home
the next day so getting to sleep took a while. As I laid in bed I
contemplated my actions. Should I have tried harder to hold off until
tomorrow? After all, it HAD been only twelve more hours until I was back
home and could have all the cock I could handle. Well, I didn't regret
it a bit as my pussy felt SO much better. It wasn't that it felt better
actually, but more like you feel when you have this terrible itch and it
finally goes away. As crude as it sounds, it's like that incredible
sensation you feel after a good dump!
I woke up the next morning with my sheets damp underneath me from the
drainage during the night but they were being washed that day anyway so
it didn't matter. Ali gave me the strangest look but I just pretended
nothing had happened. We both were heading home in a few hours and by
the time we came back next year, hopefully she would have forgotten about
it. Looking the mirror, it was almost like last night had been a dream!
Had I REALLY done it? Had I REALLY gone out and just fucked the first
guy I could at some sleazy bar? If it wasn't for the mess on my bed, I
might have thought it really WAS a dream!
THE END