When we finally get out of school,(we kept making out on the way), we head to mine. However we didn't make it back. I dragged Tom into the graveyard and we went behind the crypt thing and started making out again. We, once again, got undressed and I pushed off the wall (again but this time Tom had something) and I sat on the top of a gravestone shaped as a teddy bear and we fucked. A bit of cum trickled down the gravestone. We then collapsed on top of the gravestone and started having sex. After about 30 minutes of amazing, fast sex I got off him but he pulled me back down again, this time he was on top. He had the thing that I didn't see before. It was a raunching rabbit vibrator. He commanded me to get all fours, so I did. He started the vibrator and pushed it into my pussy and my clit. It felt so good I moaned really loud. He then went behind me and fucked me from behind, pushing the vibrator in further each time he fucked my asshole. We then did it cowboy style. It was so fucking amazing.

Cum went all over the grave.After he had cum in my arse he opened it up widely I started licking my arse (the vibrator still in my pussy). I screamed loudly again. He then came in top of my and we fucked again. This shag seemed to last for ages.
'I'm cuming.' I screamed as I reached the high point of my orgasm. It wa so fucking intense.
'Fuck me,' I screamed, 'Fuck me, you sexy mother fucker.' This made him fuck me faster. It felt so good.

It wasn’t even daylight yet. He arrived at his job at 4:30 a.m. She walked from the bus to The Company, crossing city streets, into the industrial end of town. She doubted she was going to be able to go through with what she’d imagined all night long. She’d barely slept a wink, thinking of how badly she wanted to capture his imagination, how she wanted to use those black panties to turn him on so much he would obsess about her all day long.

Sure enough, she found him there in the yard, sorting clutter from recycling bins into manageable piles. Gary, the driver of the forklift paused what he was doing to turn and say hello as she approached. He was always so polite, so sweet to her. He already had a streak of black grease across the back of his right hand. One of the things she was drawn to about him was that he worked so damned hard.

She took the renegade panties out of her pocket and placed them next to his hand on his knee. "Here," she said abruptly.

He took them, surprised. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. They were simple black satin panties. Somehow he had lived all his life and no woman had ever walked up to him and tossed her panties at him in a parking lot before. He gave her a look.

He called her 'Trouble' for a reason.

She had never presented him with panties before. This was an alluring twist.

A black flatbed tractor trailer pulled into the lot. "He needs me to load him. Hang on, okay?" He put the forklift into gear and put her panties into his coverall pocket.

"Wait!" she called over the sound of the motor. "Give those back. I might need them later."

"Does this mean you’re not wearing any?" He asked.

"That's exactly what it means."

"You are Trouble." He grinned slyly.

She snatched the panties back and slid them into her own pocket. She turned on her heel and walked away. Her heels clicked on the pavement and she knew he was watching her. She ducked into the shadows against the back of the lot, the walls covered with graffiti, where he went sometimes to smoke pot.

The sun was starting to rise. The pink of the sky was streaking off into blues and translucent grey patches. She stood behind a huge scrap container, surrounded by smaller, waist high bins full of sorted metals, and waited.

It took awhile for him to load the flatbed. The semi driver got out and started tightening straps against the crates on his load. The forklift turned and Gary came back against the wall to find her.

"What the hell’re you up to? I know you have something in mind."

"I always have something in mind," she assured him with a quick smile. "But this time you can tell what it is."

He got off the lift and took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. She pressed up against him. She loved the smell of his hard labor caught in the folds of the denim. His hands slid down her body and her hands crept inside his clothes. Under her jumper, he discovered that the stockings she wore were held up by suspenders, and he grabbed her bare ass. He kissed her neck and started to lift her to hold her against him.

"Don't pick me up." She protested, pleased nonetheless. She was too heavy, and he’d been complaining earlier in the week. "Your back..." she reminded him.

"I don't give a shit about my back." His hands were all over her, exploring and touching soft skin. "Can we do it right here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"You tell me where." She said, silently daring herself to go through with this crazy idea. "It's getting light though. You sure this is a good idea?"

"You already got me hard. I don't really give a fuck."

They were in the far end of the parking lot. There was a wire mesh fence between them and another warehouse yard. There were shipping containers stacked up higher than their heads, but anyone coming to look for his forklift would find him.

His radio squawked, calling loudly. "Gary and Don! Come to the front office." He ignored the dispatcher and kissed her again, his hands leaving smudges of oil on her pale chin.

Oh yes, he knew better. But there was something about her that made him lose track of being sensible.

He lowered his zipper. She knelt in front of him. She felt gravel dig into her pretty knees. What if she tore her stockings? How could she explain it at work? She pulled him deep inside her mouth. He was absolutely rock hard and she loved it. She was sucking a guy’s cock right there in the parking lot! She couldn’t believe her audacity!

His dick was long, but narrow. She worked it back into her throat. She started breathing through her nose. She inhaled the "bad boy" smell of pot that he carried in his pocket.

"That's not what I had in mind," he protested after a minute or two.

"Where then?" she said, pulling off him, breathless, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

His dick sprang up and hit her in the face. He was so hard, so turned on! She wasn’t used to having this effect on men. She was always taken for granted, the little office gal who would fetch coffee, make copies, or run to the store to save someone else in The Company from taking time away from their more important task. She was always That Girl, the one everyone liked, who wasn’t quite threatening enough to back stab.

"Can you sit there?" He motioned and took her hand. He lifted her up on one of the waist high containers. Again, she struggled against having him lift her, but it wasn't a real slick move for her to hop to a level where he could enter her. He unzipped his coveralls and peeled back a layer of his clothes. Just enough to get to what he wanted. He opened her legs.

She looked around her, a little disoriented. It was totally daylight! This had to absolutely be the fastest it had ever gone from dull grey shadows to a bright, sunshiny morning.

"Well I absolutely have never done this before," she said, timid, but excited.

"Me neither."

"And right here in the company parking lot..."

"I can’t help it. You’re too fucking hot."

She could hardly believe her ears, could hardly believe she was saying the words and going through with her thoughts that was allowing this to take place. What if the semi driver found something wrong with the load and needed him? What if he’d noticed her stepping back into the yard and came to find out what was going on? The thought of her being seen with the forklift driver, all gritty with sweat and motor oil, totally turned her on. The thought of someone seeing her, her bare butt perched against the grit of the metal crate while he fucked her, well it made her crazy to think that she was actually going through with it, doing it right there in the yard.

"I can't wait," Gary whispered, begging. "You have to help me." He was holding her from falling off the container and he couldn't move his hands to steer his rock-hard dick between her thighs. She guided him, then moved her hand back to clutch the side. Somehow, she perched on the tiny edge of the container bracing herself as he slammed his seven inches deep inside of her. His breath was ragged as he sank into her, and she was half aware of the fullness inside her, and half aware that she was going to slip off and land in a big greasy puddle, should she lose her grip. She had to hold it together. She couldn’t go to work if she ended up in the grease! It was all so spontaneous, and so precarious. It made her so fucking wet to know that he just looked at her panties and lost control... Now he had her up on the corner of a great steel container and was ramming her to beat the band. Oh my God. The corner of the metal container dug uncomfortably into her leg, but she didn’t care. It was too fucking wild that he was just doing her, right there, right where anyone walking over to find him could see.

If that happened, everyone in The Company would know by noon. Wasn’t he thinking about what he was doing? This was nuts!

She was torn. The good girl part of her was totally mortified, totally wanted to jump down off the corner of the container, pull herself together and go have coffee with the office girls upstairs. What if someone looked down out of one of the windows to see? Everyone would know it was her, they all could recognize her jumper. One morning, she’d proudly brought it into work to show it off. It was one-of-a-kind. She felt a knot of panic bubble in her stomach. Her wild thoughts added to the thrill.

"I like this," he said. The straggled words got lost somewhere in her hair. His eyes were slightly out of focus, he was lost inside himself inside his head.

He picked up the pace, thrusting intently. She felt the chill of the metal under her ass. She clutched at the edges of the box, hoping she wouldn’t fall off. His eyes closed. The good girl side of her demanded that he hurry.

"I’m gonna come!"

Oh my God, what if somebody heard him? Frantically, she glanced around, certain that he’d been back here too long and certainly his foreman was going to come find him.

The radio receiver on his forklift whistled and squawked. "You there, Gary? Quit fuckin’ ignoring me, Man."

She felt his muscles tighten as he jammed himself in deeper. He grunted and pumped her full of creamy jizz. He had to catch her as she almost lost her balance and tumbled into a pile of used car parts.

Not that it mattered, but she couldn’t cum. Not just then. The whole situation totally thrilled her, beyond her wildest dreams, but she spent the whole time frozen, terrified that someone was going to find her there, being fucked by the forklift driver. Right in the yard. Right there at work! Oh, the girls in The Company would have a complete fit if they found out. She would lose all credibility. "What a whore she is," they would all whisper in their most vindictive voices.

She giggled to think of the looks on their faces.

He backed away from her, his dick still visible, to answer his foreman on the radio. "Yah, I’ll be right there. I was taking a leak."

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But then what else was he supposed to say? ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed silently, and waved to her as he backed the lift out from their hiding place and chugged across the lot to the office.

She thanks me repeatedly.
I asked for her name. It's Lisa Rose I think she's Italian. She just
came out of the bar and was trying to get back home. Her boyfriend
was tired and left early but she wasn't finished partying yet. I was
glad to help It's really late and who knows what could've happened to
her. She starts telling me about what a crazy night it was, about all
the men who were hitting on her. Then she starts talking about "the
blond girl". "God she was soooo fucking hot! Everyone was
staring at her. Her hair was beautiful it was long silky, blond hair.
Don't fucking look at me like that though I aint no fucking dyke!"
I suggest that maybe she's bisexual. "No I said I aint no dyke!
If you saw the tits on this bitch you'd know. Anybody would want to
be with her." She was really crass I've never heard a woman talk
like this before let alone about another woman. She got really quiet
after that like she was concentrating on something. I asked her if
she could direct me to her place. She said something but I couldn't
hear her. "What did you say?" She leaned in slowly toward
my ear then she bit me on the neck.

She's Biting, then
sucking, then licking me on the neck. I pushed her off of me. Holy
Shit! Did she really just do that to me? She started laughing. I
asked her why she did that. "I'm not stupid I know that's why
you picked me up don't act like you didn't want that." Then she
grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh. This isn't right she's
really drunk and she doesn't know what she's doing. I asked her to
show me to her place so I could drop her home. She starts getting
upset, "Don't take me home my man's at home I want to stay with
you." We sit in the car as I toss this moral dilemma back and
forth in my head. Then she decides for me. She sticks her hand in my
pants and grabs my dick which is now hard as a rock. "See I knew
you wanted it. Cmon lets park on one of these side streets and have
some fun." I told her I had a place nearby it would be more
comfortable. "We can't go to your place I don't even know you."
I laughed to myself and looked for a quiet street.

We back into a dead end
street right next to some high hedges. There's a house on my left but
it's dark and it's late I think this is pretty safe. As soon as I put
the car in park she jumps on me. This is the most aggressive girl
I've ever seen. Her kisses are far from romantic. Actually she's very
rough, biting my lower lip, grabbing the back of my head, mouth wide
open and tongue deep down my throat. She grabs my neck and yanks me
forward our teeth hit. She does it again and licks the whole inside
of my mouth. Then she licks the whole side of my face and then she
licks my forehead! I start wondering if she's crazy. I wonder if
she's like this when she's sober or if the alcohol turns her into
some kind of sex crazed monster. I've always wanted to get really
rough with a girl but have never really had the opportunity. She was
far from the most attractive girl I've been with but It was the most
excited I've ever been. I reached up her shirt and grabbed an whole
handful of what she had. I was surprised her tits felt pretty big I
wanted to see for myself so she helped me take her shirt off . They
were huge.

I remembered what she
said earlier about "the blond". She was so impressed with
her tits and I wondered how they could possibly top what was in front
of me. Now it was my turn I jumped on her right breast and tried to
stuff the whole thing in my mouth. She immediately started moaning.
She reached for my head and tried to pull me off but I was holding on
for dear life. She pried me off looked at me and told me to bite her
nipple. I nodded in agreement. I nibbled on it lightly she moaned,
"harder." I put a little more force into it. "Harder!"
That's when I bit down on it. She started moaning then her body
started shaking. She screams out, "Shit You're gonna make me
cum!" Wait did she really just cum from me biting on her nipple
that's impossible. I put my hand between her legs. Wow right through
the spandex soaking wet. This girl is unbelievable.

"I want to suck your
dick." I smiled. "I'm gonna suck your dick till your head
caves in." I'm gonna stop right here because I have to say
something. This line sounds like made up as if I was attempting to
make her sound dirtier than she was but that's the exact phrase she
used. "I'm gonna suck your dick till your head caves in."
It stands out to me 1) because it's kind of an odd thing to say and
2) this was one of the phrases she repeated over and over the entire
time we fooled around. Anyway I was happy to let her "cave my
head in". She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, bent over
the car seat and put my swollen dick in her mouth.

God it felt so good. Her
mouth was warm and wet and she was savoring every moment. Then just
like before things got crazy. She shoves her head down hard and my
cock hits the back of her throat. She does this again and again now
I'm convinced this chick is psycho and I'm loving every second of it.
Before I knew it I was spanking her ass. Her ass was huge and it
jiggled with every smack. She screamed and came up for air. She
seemed to really enjoy this. This is when I got rough. I grabbed her
by the hair and pulled her close. "You're acting like a fucking
slut." She laughs, "I'm not acting. Hit me harder next
time." This time I was going to let her have it. I shoved her
head back down between my legs and she starts gagging. I hold her
head down with full force, raise my hand and smack her on the ass
with all my strength. She gags really hard and tries to scream. She
jerks back trying to lift her head but I won't let her. I hold her
down like this for what must have been 10 or 15 seconds pushing her
head down further and smacking her ass harder with each time. Her
head shoots up and she lets out a loud scream her body shaking
violently "God Damn! You made me cum again" She starts
rubbing her hands between her legs. I keep wondering how this girl
can cum so hard without even having her pussy touched.

"Kiss me" She
jumps over and straddles me. Again she's a big girl and her big ass
starts hitting against my horn. Her pants are still on but she starts
riding me anyway her crotch is completely soaked. Again I can feel it
right through her pants I wonder if she's even wearing panties. She's
rubbing against me too fast and I have to push her off. "Why did
you do that" she says. "You almost made me cum". So
what you shouldn't have stopped me. Once again she grabs my dick and
shoves it in her mouth deep throating me hard and fast. "Ahh!
I'm gonna cum!" She locks her lips and holds still and I empty a
huge load in her mouth. She sucks everything up then opens the car
door and starts spitting the cum out onto the street. She turns to me
slowly and says. "I gotta take a piss." God this girl is
classy!

She stumbles out of the
car still bare foot and I'm sure she was stepping in the cum she just
spit out of her mouth. I look through my rear view and I can see her
bending down pissing in the street with her tits fully exposed. I
can't help but laugh. It's now that I realize it's 5:30 in the
morning and it's pretty light out. I look over and the house that i
completely ignored now has a woman standing in the front door. I have
no idea how long she was out there but it scared the hell out of me.
"Lisa hurry up get back in the car there's someone looking at
us!". She looks up. "I don't care about that bitch she
can't do nothing to us." "Hurry up get back in the car!"
She sits down puts her shirt back on and we take off.

This was by far one of
the craziest nights I've ever had. The only thing I regret was that I
didn't get to go all the way with her because I'm sure it would have
been amazing. By the way the only reason we didn't actually have sex
is not because we were interrupted. It's because she said she was on
her period. Even after telling me she wouldn't it seemed like she
kept trying to convince herself that it would be ok if we did. She
would say things like "Well you know I'm not bleeding that heavy
it wouldn't be that bad if you stuck it in". In fact after we
left I tried to take her home and she still wasn't satisfied we
actually found a more secluded place and continued where we left off.

By the time I dropped her
off it was about 6:30 in the morning. When I pulled up to the front
of her apartment complex I could see bite marks and hickeys all over
her. I mentioned this to her. She said, "Yea I'm going to be in
big trouble with my boyfriend when he wakes up". Then she
grabbed my hand put it between her legs and started making out with
me again right in front of her building. I think she really enjoyed
the idea of cheating on her boyfriend.

We exchanged numbers
before she left but she hasn't called me and I'm afraid to call her.
After all she was drunk so I don't know if she'll be upset with me
for taking advantage of her or if she'll be happy to hear from me if
she remembers. Perhaps I should feel bad about what I did but
honestly I don't. She seemed to enjoy it just as much or more than me
and it was the hottest night I've ever had.

 

I get to her panty line, and I move my hand around the back. She moves her body against me, putting an arm around me. I squeeze her ass, and enjoy the feel of it in my hand, so smooth. I slip my hand underneath the underwear, and run a finger up her crack, causing her to shudder lightly against me. She repositions her legs, spreading them to give me access. I slide my hand out, and then back into her panties from the top. I come into contact with her dripping slit, and I feel how bad she wants it. I tease her pussy, running my finger from bottom to top a few times really slowly. I insert one finger into her, and she sighs in my ear. I bury a second one with it and she whispers “Mmmm…yes….”

 

I pull my fingers out, and begin to pinch her clit between my first and middle fingers. I rub it between my fingers slowly at first, then speeding up bit by bit. I can’t go as fast as I’d like, or as fast as she’d like me to, because we’d be caught. She grinds against me in a very urgent way, and I know she is close. I remove a finger and just circle her love button with my index finger, quick tight circles. She moans softly in my ear, and I feel her legs start to shake. I know she is coming, and she opens her eyes, she knows I love to watch her eyes as she cums, I can see her orgasm so deep inside her that way. Her legs keep shaking for almost 2 minutes as she cums, and I keep massaging her clit mercilessly the whole time. She finally stops quivering, and I let up, and slowly pull my hand out of her panties. I bring my fingers to my mouth, and I suck the juices off my middle finger, as she watches. Then I offer her my index finger, and she licks her own juices off of it as well. I kiss her deeply then, tasting her saliva mixed with all her other juices.

 

I ding the bell, and we get off the bus, and go home to continue playing…

Finally, the previews ended and the movie began.  It was a stupid romance-comedy, and one I'd already seen before, though with other people in the room.  I waited five minutes into the movie; if no one showed up before then, I reasoned, they weren't going to show up at all.

Sure enough, at the end of the opening credits, I was still the only person in the theater.  I decided to get started.  I unzipped my jeans and slid them down to my ankles.  Then I pulled my now rock-hard cock and balls through the slit in my underpants and began to stroke.

Even though I was totally alone in the darkened room, and the only way the man in the projection booth could see me was by knocking out the window and looking directly down at me, it felt oddly satisfying to pretend someone was watching me, maybe jacking off in response to me stroking my seven-inch cock and fondling my balls.  It made me hornier and the pleasure greater to know I was sitting in a seat someone else had occupied before, pants around my ankles, working to spray my cum all over the seat in front of me.

I was pumping furiously with one hand and rubbing my balls with the other.  Heat began to spread at my waist; it was like my cock was becoming molten with the cum slowly making its way up it.  My hand slowly stroking my balls coaxed more pleasure out of it.  I'd never felt more at ease during a session.

Unfortunately, the movie wasn't helping.  Although the chick playing the female lead was hot as hell, I kept losing my concentration.  Once, I thought I had an orgasm, but someone made a really stupid joke which broke my concentration just long enough.

I realized then that a hand wasn't enough.  I needed more.  So I snuck in my backpack and felt around for a while, then I extracted two things: my sister's big purple dildo (I'd stolen it from her room earlier) and a tube of K-Y Gel.  With a thrill of excitement, I slid my briefs down my legs (with some difficulty) and put my legs up on the seat in front of me.  My ass was sticking out now.

I popped open the tube of lubricant and spread some on my fingers.  Then I rubbed them around my asshole and slid them inside.  I knew some gel was trickling down to the seat; that only increased my sense of fear of getting caught, which made me hornier than ever.  That, coupled with the fingers in my ass, the dildo waiting to replace them, and the whole realization of what I was doing, made me want to cum right then and there.

But I waited.  I knew that, if it took me an hour to cum (it usually did when I jacked off in front of a TV), I'd have an amazing orgasm.

Once the gel was spread all along the inner walls of my asshole, I slid my fingers out, poured some more gel on the dildo, and worked it around with my non-stroking hand.  For reference, my cock is seven inches long and about two inches around.  This thing I was about to fuck my ass with is nine inches long and about two and a half across.  I felt along the plastic cock I was preparing to take.  I felt ribbing along the sides and a flared head, with two half-balls making up the base.  I took it in my non-stroking hand and guided it to my tight, unfucked asshole.  I tickled around the opening with the tip of the dildo, only pushing the head in a little bit before pulling it out.  I always loved teasing myself.

Then I decided I was ready.  I pushed the dildo in, taking the head only at first.  The feel of this dildo inside me made me lift up my head and moan.  Had I been in my room, alone in the house, I would have screamed with joy.  But I wanted to be quiet.  Slowly, I worked more and more in, inch by inch, until I hit the back of my hole.  I was taking six inches in, and it was so big it was ripping my hole apart.  But I loved it so much that I started to ride it.  I was sliding it in and out of my asshole while I worked my cock with another hand. 

At that point, the movie was as important to me as shit.  All I knew was that I was fucking myself with a dildo bigger than my cock, I was nude in a movie theater where I could get caught in a seat where someone else was going to sit and had already sat before, and, from the feeling I was getting in my crotch, about to spray my cum all over the theater.  I decided to bring my imagination into play.

"Yeah, that's it," I whispered huskily to the dildo.  "Come on, big boy.  Fuck my tight asshole harder.  Ooh, that's how I like it.  Shoot your load in my tight hole.  Come on, my virgin hole is yours!  Cum in me, you big-dicked slut!  Make me feel as good as I'm making you feel.  Oh, yes!  Yes!  Right there, baby!  Now fuck me harder!

My body was seizing up and my balls were retracting under the scrotum.  I knew I was about to cum, and with no one else in the theater, I felt okay yelling my guts out.  As I began spasming, I reached the point of no return.  I kept stroking and stroking until finally, I felt my orgasm hit.

I started to yell as cum flooded out of my cock and sprayed everywhere.  Some landed on the back of the seat in front of me, some flew past that and hit the seat cushions, and quite a bit landed on me.  It was fantastic, and I was in heaven.

But when I was done, something else happened.  Someone else screamed.  My first thought was that it was the female lead, but I was wrong.  It was someone else in the theater.  From the sounds of it, a girl.

I was not alone after all.  She'd been lying down in her seat when I came in, and I hadn't noticed her.  What was more, she was masturbating too!

For some reason, I was feeling rather daring after cumming all over a movie theater, and my erection was still very much erect.  What the fuck, I thought.  Let's see how much we can get out of this.  I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass, regretting the loss of its hugeness in my ass.  I put it and the lube back in my backpack, but I slid my pants and underpants off all the way, and stuffed them in my backpack too.  Then I wiped the floor and other chairs down.  I got up and limped down a few rows (the dildo was awesome, but fuck me, it hurt!), ass-naked from my waist down, until I reached her row.  Her beautiful head was still reared back, eyes closed all the way.  The dildo she had been using was still in her pussy; it was glistening wet, as was the seat cushion.  She looked at me and saw my erection, still glistening from the cum I'd squirted all over it, and smiled. 

"Okay, hon," she said seductively.  "Sounds like we're both warmed up.  Now let's get to the main event."

She stood up, pulled the dildo out (it was smaller than mine!) and beckoned me to the seat she just vacated.  I sat down, cock pointed up like a sundial, and she sat down on it, facing me.

It was clear she was no amateur when it came to fucking, although her pussy was blissfully tight.  She rode me like she was riding a horse, bouncing up and down, taking me in her up to the balls, then just to the tip of my head, then to the balls again.  I lifted her shirt up over her head and off.  Amazing: she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her tits, 36Cs by the looks of them, bounced up and down before me, nipples hard as tiny rocks.  I gently sucked on them, and she moaned with pleasure.

It was then that I saw the dildo she had been using.  It was lying across the seat next to us, still glistening wet with her juices.  I picked it up and licked her juices; she looked at me, eyes so seductive, so horny, practically begging me to take her, to do what she thought I would do.

Whether that was what she meant to say or not, I did.  I reached behind her, felt around for her asshole, and pushed the dildo in.  She reared her head back and moaned louder.  I manipulated the dildo so that, when I pulled back from her pussy, the dildo pushed in, and when it pulled back, I pushed in.  She seemed to like it very much; a minute after I started that, she screamed as she had another orgasm.  Her spasming body shook the row of seats we were in, and I thought she'd sound an alarm through the theater, she was so loud.  But no one came in to check, so we kept fucking like animals.  She had two rods in her and I was fucking a hot girl in a movie theater.  No wonder we were so horny.

I was nearing the point of no return again.  I had soon forgotten about the fact that there might be people outside; I was only concerned with giving this girl the fucking of a lifetime.  And when I reached the point of no return, I was ready to give her the grand finale.

"I'm cumming," I groaned.  "I'm fuckin' cummin' in your cunt, bitch!  Ooh, I'm gonna fuckin' blow my load in you, you little cunt!"  I wasn't kidding, and apparently, the temporary addition of dirty sex talk was just what she had wanted, because she went up and down a couple more times, then, when she felt me tense up, slammed down on me, just as I started to cum.

We both screamed; me as my cum started to explode out of me, her as she felt it gush through her netherregions.  It seemed I was using a lifetime's supply of cum at once, I was cumming so long.  She was writhing with orgasmic joy as I flooded her cunt with my juices.

"YEAH!" I was yelling.  "TAKE IT ALL!  TAKE IT, YOU HORNY BITCH!"  She loved it so much.  And I realized I loved her.

It took what seemed like hours for our orgasms to subside.  The movie was still playing, but it was almost over.  She slowly lifted her body off my subsiding erection; cum dripped out onto the floor and she wiped it off, then passed a napkin over her pussy.  We put on our assorted clothes, then made out through the rest of the movie.  I was fondling her breasts; she was handling my crotch.  I wanted to fuck her again and again.  She seemed to read this in my face, as well as in my cock, which was growing again after a while.

"Calm down, cowboy," she whispered in my ear.  "Come back to my place after the show.  I'll show you what I'm really able to do.  Maybe you can show me too."

"God, I fucking love you," I said.

"I fucking love you too," she whispered, and we started making out again.  We probably would have fucked again if the movie hadn't ended.  We got up and walked back to her place, looking innocent until we left the theater.  Along the way, I knew this was going to be a long and very fun night.

 So, we started our walk.  As we were walking i would periodically grab her from behind and suck on her neck to get her doing.  While doing so i would zip her hoodie down a bit so i could get a good feel of her tits.  This really turned her on.  I would only do this for a few seconds then stop and continue to walk.  i was really trying to make her hot!  and it was working.  After about 20 minutes of me teasing her we decided to go somewhere in the park that was a little more private.  As soon as we got alone and in the dark we started making out like two high school kids at the movie theater.  She was loving it!  As we were making out, i slowly unzipped her hoodie releasing her spectacular tits.  I slowly worked my way down her neck, kissing and licking all the way to her tits.  I started with the right one and slowly sucked on her nipple, which was by now hard enough to cut glass.  her moans of pleasure where definitely a good sign i was doing the job.  As i sucked on her nipples, i let my hand work its way down to her hot pussy.  I started rubbing her through her jeans, which always makes her want to fuck.  I finally looked around to see if anyone was there...and of course there wasnt, so i decided to try and get her out of her pants.  With the snap of her button and the zip of her zipper and one quick motion her pants where around her ankles.  She was standing in her hot little boy shorts that i absolutely LOVE!  Worried that someone will see, she tells me we can't do this.  I decide right then that we are going to fuck outsided at the park tonight!

I begin to rub her through her boy shorts when takes her mind off of possibly getting caught.  As i rub her, i begin to suck her tits agains.  The moisture and heat radiating from her pussy is amazing.  I'm rock hard by now and there is nothing i want more than to fuck her soaking wet pussy.  I slowly slide her panties down revealing her nice shaven soaking wet snatch to me.  I take her panties all the way down and when i do, my face comes level to her crotch.  I begin to lick her snatch.  As i do so, she leans back and sits on the picknick table behind her.  She spreads her legs wide as i go to work on her clit with my tongue.  I insert 2 fingers in her pussy as i lick her clit.  She is in pure ecstasy as my finger fucking and clit licking send her over the edge.

with her first orgasm out of the way, i decide it is time to fuck her.  I stand up and remove my pants.  My rock hard cock springs out and aims directly for the target.  I move in and give her a big kiss and at the same time ease my cock into her.  Her deep moan of pleasure is like music to my ears!  the position she is in allows for me to enter her fully.  It is so hot in her pussy that i can hardly handle it.  I slowly begin to pump in and out.  I gain speed as she moans with approval.  My pace is now rapid as my balls are slapping her ass.  After about 5 minutes of fucking her hard and sucking her tits, i stand her up and turn her around.  I push her forward so she is bent over the picnic table.  I insert my cock into her pussy from behind.  I reach one hand around and start playing with her tits.  The other hand goes directly to her perfect ass.  I squeez both as i begin to pump her again.  In and out.  Hard.  Soft.  Fast.  Slow.  Constantly changing the rhythm so i don't cum too quickly.  She begins to moan louder and i know what is coming.  she says that she is going to cum and for me to fuck her harder.  I respond by fucking the hell out of her.  All at ones her body tenses and she explodes her pussy juice all over my cock.  This is enough for me and i release rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy.  I collapse on top of her.  After a couple minutes my limp cock slips out of her and we realize we are still outside.  We look around and no one is there, so we slowly put our clothes back on.  As we walk back to the car she says that we have to do that again...i agree 100 percent!

this is my first story, i plan on writting more, so don't be too mean if you think this one sucks.  I promise i will try harder!

You have some vague plan of finding an out-of-the-way road to follow. Frankly, I don't care if we end up making love on a picnic table in the state park. I don't feel particularly discreet today. I climb behind you on your bike, and I am going to enjoy holding you. Today you are Mine.

You start out of town looking for the kind of road that will wind off into nowhere. Five miles later, we stop to deal the hand of poker. I have three sevens. You have two kings. I take off your belt and put it into the knapsack.

The road we are on doesn't really look very promising, so you double back and we head back to a side road that we had passed a mile or so back. At five miles, you stop again, and we play another hand of poker. Your full house beats my pair of aces, so I ask you what you want me to take off.

You dare me to go ahead and take off my jeans. I pull them off and fold them into the knapsack. At this point, I am wearing my shoes and socks, my tank top and leather jacket, and some very skimpy, wet, satin panties.

Fifteen miles later, the paved road turns into a gravel road. We are winding along a valley dotted with farmhouses. I have to put my jacket over my legs so the gravel spitting up from the road doesn't tear me up. I have lost my shoes and socks and you’ve lost your shirt. When I get off the leather seat to deal with the next poker hand, I leave a streak of wetness which dries quickly in the sun. I lose another hand of poker, and relinquish my jacket. We find and follow a dirt road that looks like it will take us back into a wooded area on a hill. At two miles, you stop the bike by a stream and deal another hand of cards.

I am not a good card player, but then I'm not trying to be. I manage to find a pair, but you have four sixes (cheater?), so I slide my panties off. Before getting back on the bike, however, I pull off my tank top and wet it in the icy water of the creek. When I slip it back over my head, my nipples spring out and the soaked material hugs my breasts. I press up against you, but my shirt is very cold against your skin, and you pull away. I begin licking and tasting the back of your neck. We're not going very fast anymore.

I rock my pelvis back and forth on the seat slowly, loving the way the vibrations pulse through my body. I could come on the motorcycle, but I know that if I wait, it will be better, more complete. I reach around you and unfasten your pants. Your penis is full and hard, and I take it into my hand

and trace little circles on the head with my thumb. The cold from my shirt sends chills up your back. My legs are pressed up yours. I want to make love to you desperately.

The road ducks down into a hollow and you pull off into a ditch, where you let the bike idle. I start to get off, but you spin me around on the seat, and position me so that you can go down on me. I shudder as the sensations roll though my body, and it doesn't take me but a minute to come. You kiss me hard, after I am through, and hold my hips to guide yourself inside me.

However, you still have your jeans on, and the bike dies. You can't go in as far as either of us would like you to go. I hold you between my legs and grip you hard, for just the feeling of having the tip of you inside me brings me to another climax. You hold me and kiss me and laugh a little,

saying that you want to watch me come some more, but if we are going to do this right, we are going to have to get off the bike.

You take care of the bike, and I slip down off the motorcycle as you do that, then watch as you take off your pants. You peel off my wet top and lower me to the ground. The air feels sudden and silent after the drone of the bike, and the weeds and grasses are soft with the newness of Spring. The hollow that we are in arches my back slightly, and in a moment, you push yourself back into my wetness and watch me come again and again. You pull away to watch, still hard, and I roll over onto my stomach. You grip my hips, pulling them up, and push into me again and again, forcefully. I start to climax again and you hold me against you so you can feel my rhythm with me. You play me some more, and when I am spent, you ask me take you inside of my mouth. I can taste my tangy self all over you and smell your smell and I turn and use the angle of my throat to take you all the way inside.

After a few moments, I want you inside of me again, so I straddle you and lower myself down on you, feeling every inch as you stretch inside. I ride you until I come and then use my hand to spread the wetness all over me, up and back. I pull up and off of you, turn so that I am facing your

feet and sit down on your cock, catching my breath as you glide suddenly into my ass.

I feel your hands holding my hips and I let the tension tell me how quickly you want me to move, once I have relaxed and can take you there. I follow your lead and quicken the pace until you arch up and push yourself deeply inside of me as you come. Then I lay back on your chest and feel the rising and falling of your body as you breathe.

I just want to touch you and taste your skin and listen to your stories. Afterwards, we'll share lunch and drink a few beers and maybe, before it gets much colder, you will let me take you home and we can shower. I will take you inside of my mouth under the water and feel you harden once again so we can and do it some more.

One July day, I was opening early by myself. She came in shortly after and asked if she could set her stuff up early, and that she would be right back. I said sure and went about setting up the chairs around the pool. We started chatting and she was telling me about a date she had the night before, and how it didn't go so well. The guy was apparently older and when they went back to his place, he wasn't very good in bed. I laughed and said “Well, maybe you should try a little younger then?” She looked at me and said “Maybe I will.” She gave a playful smile and said she would be right back. So I finished setting up and sat at the guard table. She came back down an hour or so later with her kids and a couple of other MILF's. My partner showed up and we went about the day. But I couldn't help but glance over every so often to watch her well tanned, well toned body glisten in the sun, and her perfect tits. She would walk around the pool every so often and talk to others...then go right back to sitting across the guard table. I caught her casually bending over and showing off her cute little ass. This went on all day, and she seemed to know that she was turning me on, flashing me a grin each time she saw me check her out. The sun starts to set and we close up the pool, kicking out the last few stragglers.

Everyday after work I would stop in the community gym for an hour and a half or so. It wasn't a very good gym, but it was usually only me in there at that time and I hate when there are too many people. I start my warm ups and Melissa walks in. She says “Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was in here.”I tell her “No problem.” She walks around the gym and starts to walk on the treadmill wearing her bathing suit. I can't help but be mesmerized by her tight ass as she ditty bops with each step. I guess she must have caught me looking at her because she turns around and playfully says “You know, it's not polite to stare.” I apologize and go back to my stretching. I of course kept glancing shamelessly and getting caught. After a little while on the treadmill she came over by me and started her own stretching bending down and touching her toes. The she gets a little closer and starts brushing her ass up against me. After a couple of times, my hardon becomes very visible in my shorts. She leans in really close, putting her tits into my back and whispers “So, about that younger guy thing...Want to give it a try?” as she reaches around me and starts to rub my cock through my shorts with her long fingers. I immediately put the weights down turn around and kiss her passionately, letting my hands slide down to her tight little ass. The kiss lasts a few seconds and she pulls away, giggles and says “I guess so.” I start to kiss her neck as her hands again go to my erection and she starts to slowly stroke. She moans as I kiss her collarbone and down towards her tits. I move the top of her bikini away from her breast and start to gently kiss and suck on her nipple. Slowly I move down under her tit and her moans become a little louder, my hand begins to caress her pussy. “I love eating pussy.” I tell her and she asks me “What are you waiting for then? I've been wet all day thinking about this.” So I put her onto the bench and pull her bikini bottom off and kiss her hips, slowly moving my way down to her hairless slit. She wasn't kidding about being wet already. I start to flick my tongue over her clit, and she moans with each lashing she received. After I figure she's sufficiently ready, I start to eat her pussy, speeding up and slowing down, “Deeper....Deeper....ahhh...” she moans. I start to suck on her clit and insert two fingers and the moans get louder. “The more you moan, the harder I get, and the faster I'll go” I tell her and she acknowledges by grinding her pussy into my fingers and mouth. After a few minutes of this, I feel her pussy tighten and her body spasms and she screams “OHMYGOD”, as she arches her back. I give her twat another minute or so of this, until I'm sure her orgasm has passed. She catches her breath and says “Thats was amazing...Now, it's your turn.” She shoves me into a wall, and kisses me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth. “I just wanted to taste myself.” She says, answering an unasked question. She pulls my shorts down, exposing my rock hard 8” dick. She looks up at me, licks her lips and says “I haven't had a cock this big in a long time.” She starts to slowly lick up the shaft, to the tip and licks off my precum. Then she start to suck the top of it and quickly engulfs my entire cock. I let out a moan and she deepthroats it again, making herself gag. “You like that huh?” she asks and she licks it and plays with my balls. I stutter an “Uh huh” as she starts to suck my cock and jerk me off at the same time. I move my hand down and start to feel her tits, squeezing the entire thing and gently pinching her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. We continue doing this for a few minutes, and then she stops. She then pushes me down onto the bench she was on. “I think you're ready, and I can't wait to feel that cock inside me.” She straddles me and I start to suck her tits again, loving the firmness of them and the little pink nipples that are sticking out like little bullets from her perfect breasts. She guides me into her pussy and moans as she takes the full length of my cock in two strokes. As soon as I'm fully in her, she starts to fuck me fast and hard, shoving her tits into my face and begging me to suck them. I willingly oblige and give her a slap on the ass. She starts varying the pace and then says “I want you to fuck me doggy style.” So she gets off of me and gets on all fours on top of a mat. I get into position behind her and start to rail her. She begs me not to stop and I reach around and grab her tits again. She screams that she's going to cum again and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock. I keep fucking her hard, and her back arches. At that, I blow my load deep into her wet pussy, and pound away another few seconds to make sure she has all of my load. I pull out and place my cock in front of her mouth and tell her “Clean it.” She looks up at me, smiles and cleans my cock with her tongue. This gets me hard again, and she sucks me off until I come in her mouth. She swallows every drop of my cum, sucking my cock dry. We get dressed again, and she goes to leave and says “I guess I should stick to younger guys...we should get together again sometime.”

And thus began the best fuckfriendship I've ever had.

 

            The light changed. I blended in with the crowd that was leaving the mall and followed her across the street, discreetly keeping a few paces behind her. I expected her to turn left towards the covered parking lot with the rest of the group, but she surprised me and continued straight on to the movie complex.

 

            She got in line behind a couple of giggling teenage girls. I got in the line behind her. The girls got their tickets and wandered off to the concession counters. The woman stepped up to the cashier and opened her purse.

 

            “One please.” She said, and handed over a bill.

 

            The cashier smiled and gave her a ticket and some change. The woman tucked the money back in her purse as she wandered off.

 

            My turn. I stepped up to the window and waved at the woman’s back. “I’d like a ticket for the same show she was going to see…”

 

            The cashier smiled cheerfully, showing me her braces. “Okay,” she grinned. “That’ll be eight dollars…”

 

I handed her my money and grabbed my ticket. I had to wait to have a bored teenager tear my ticket. The woman was already out of sight, and I was getting antsy.

 

“That’s the last theater down the hall on your right. Number twelve.”

 

“Thanks,” I muttered, and pocketed the slip of paper.

 

Booming sounds bled from the walls around me as I marched down the sloping hallway. The manager was helping several of his employees clean by wheeling around a large garbage can. He nodded to me, everything about his expression full of annoyance. I nodded back and opened the door to the theater.

 

The room was dark, and the previews had begun already. I stepped inside and let the door swing closed, gave my eyes a second to adjust. I was standing in an aisle that ran the entire back of the room, which opened up into two more aisles running all the way down to the movie screen, splitting the theater into three parts down the middle.

 

Except for the first couple rows, most of the seats in the middle section were all taken, and so were a lot of seats along the sides. The movie screen lit up and I glanced around, and finally saw the woman just to my left, in the very back row. She was sitting right on the aisle; probably the first empty seat she found, she took.

 

Her purse and her suit jacket were lying in the seat next to her. There wasn’t anyone else in the row. I walked over, scooched down a little, and whispered, “Um, excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?”

 

She glanced at me, then down at the seat next to her, and then back up at me. She shook her head and picked up her things. “No…”

 

She half-stood up. I eased by her, felt the backs of my thighs brush against her legs, felt the smooth silk of her stockings on my skin. “Thanks, I said, and pushed the folding seat back down.

 

“Sure.”

 

I settled back and tried to get comfy. She tucked her purse next to her and folded her jacket in her lap. Our arms touched and she glanced over at me.

 

“Sorry,” I said, and stared straight ahead.

 

I wasn’t going to budge; I wanted the armrest to myself.

 

Eventually, she gave up hoping that I’d be polite and rested her arm in her lap. The previews ended and the movie started. I had no idea what it was – some dumb chick flick – and I got bored after a few minutes. So I started sneaking glances at the woman. She was sitting up straight in her seat, watching the film intently. Every few minutes the reflection from the screen would lighten the theater, and I could catch tantalizing glimpses of a flowery, red and black bra through the folds of her blouse.

 

She caught me looking. She smiled, but sat up even straighter and crossed her legs. The sound of her stockings rubbing together made me want to cream. I watched her through most of the movie, sneaking peeks here and there, and she relaxed a bit, slumped down in her seat a little.

 

About halfway through, I pulled the knife I had in my pocket, then raised the armrest and shoved it between our seats. She looked over, irritated more than anything at that point, and shifted a little, so she was leaning to her right. I let her get comfortable again and then slid my hand under her jacket.

 

I heard her soft gasp as my fingers clasped on her thigh.

 

I showed her the knife. She froze and looked around with a horrified expression, licking her lips. I didn’t waste time. I ran my hand from the top of her knee all the way up her thigh to the top of her stocking, pushing up her skirt under the jacket.

 

I leaned over and whispered, “Don’t move, don’t say anything, and I won’t hurt you. You understand?” The blade flashed, and she nodded quickly. “Good.”

 

Nobody around us had noticed anything. I wasn’t too concerned about that; her jacket hid my hand from any prying eyes anyway. The creamy flesh above the stockings was warm and soft. I slid my hand slowly down the curve of her inner thigh. She let out a whimper and squeezed her legs together, pinning my hand in the juncture between her legs and her crotch.

 

“Ah-ah-ahh…” I whispered. “Stop that.”

 

She shook her head. I poked her arm with the tip of the knife.

 

“I said, stop it.”

 

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. The pressure on my hand alleviated enough for me to tickle the crotch of her panties. I heard her moan softly, and she tried to turn her head.

 

“Look at the screen. Nowhere else. You understand?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Good. Open your eyes, and look straight ahead.”

 

I saw her jaw working as she struggled not to cry, but she opened her eyes. I wrapped my finger around the elastic band of her panties and pulled the material out of my way. I tickled her soft mound of curly pubic hair with my fingertips.

 

“God,” she groaned. “Please stop…”

 

“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed. “Watch the damn movie.”

 

I leaned into her, letting my bicep rub against her tits, and dug my hand down further. I thought she’d be dry as a bone. Imagine my surprise when my probing fingers found her wet and juicy.

 

I blinked and grinned at her. “Well, well. Look at that.”

 

She closed her eyes and turned her head away from me. I slipped my middle finger inside her, up to the knuckle. I heard a low moan escape her lips. Her hands grabbed at my wrist and her thighs clamped down on me again.

 

“Stop it.” I poked her with the knife again. She jumped and bit her tongue. “Spread your legs!” I commanded. “Do it bitch!”

 

The pressure eased again. I cupped her crotch with the palm of my hand and inserted my index finger into her pussy. Then I started to finger fuck her.

 

“Please stop…” She was shaking, almost crying. “Please…”

 

“Shut up…”

 

I worked my fingers in and out, using my arm for leverage. After a moment or two, I noticed her thighs begin to scissor together, and she was beginning to squirm in her seat. Her right hand grabbed her armrest, the fingers of her left hand clamped onto my thigh, and her pussy clenched hard around my fingers, squishing them together.

 

“Oh!” She murmured. “Oh God, no…please, stop it…please…”

 

She kept glancing down at the knife, as if she was trying to make sure it was still there, and she was almost hopping up and down in her seat. I found her clit and flicked it with my thumbnail while I finger-banged her.

 

As the movie ended and the credits rolled, she came. Her fingernails dug into my thigh and a warm flood of her spunk drenched my hand up to the wrist. I gritted my teeth and yanked my hand out of her snatch, then ripped her hand off my leg. Blood welled up from where her fingernails had dug furrows into my skin.

 

She fell back into her seat, shaking. She tried to smooth down her skirt as the lights went up and the rest of the movie-goers stood and filed out, chatting, moving slowly up the aisles to the doors behind us.

 

The woman stood awkwardly, and I thought she’d follow everyone else out to the parking lot. But instead of losing herself in the crowd, she started making her way down the aisle, to the exits at either end of the movie screen. I waited until she had the door open, then I stood and followed.

 

I knew where these exits led: to a short hallway and then another security door, which opened out onto a sidewalk that wrapped around the building. Beyond that was a woodsy area that sloped down to old railroad tracks and abandoned warehouses. When I pushed open the security door, I half expected to see the bitch running for the parking lot, screaming for security.

 

It was almost dark outside. The sun had set not long before, leaving faint streaks of dazzling reds and purples streaking the clear evening sky. The sidewalk was empty, and I thought I’d lost her.

 

Then I heard some crashing in the trees, caught a glimpse of her legs as she tried to navigate a steep, dirt trail leading down the side of the hill. She was having a difficult time, her high heels not suited for the hike. I vaulted the railing and caught up with her before she broke the trees. I didn’t want anyone to see what I was going to do to her.

 

Breathing hard from the short chase, I grabbed her by the upper arms and dragged her to her knees. Her purse went flying and her jacket fell to the ground, settling in the leaves. She started to struggle, and I shoved the knife blade under her chin.

 

“Don’t you fucking move, don’t make a fucking sound!” I grated past clenched teeth. “Who said we were finished?”

 

She whimpered and her entire body shook with fear, but she stopped fighting me.

 

“Good.”

 

I snatched my hand away from her throat, curled my fingers between the buttons of her blouse, and ripped; popping buttons all the way down to the waistband of her skirt as I tore open her blouse. Her breasts were round and heavy, cupped in a lacy black bra decorated with red satin flowers. A small gold chain dangled in the cleft between her tits. I heard myself grunt like an animal, and then I pushed her face down onto her jacket, so her ass was sticking straight up in the air.

 

“Please, don’t hurt me…” She mumbled between gasps for breath. Tears streaked her face. I slapped her ass, and she let out a high-pitched squeal.

 

“Shut up!”

 

There was a slit running up the back of her skirt. I used the knife to cut the material up to the band, exposing her white panties. Then I let the remains of her skirt hang loosely around her waist.

 

“Oh, yeah. Look at that…”

 

I rubbed her ass cheeks with my hands. She wiggled and squirmed and cried. Watching her turned me on. I was unbelievably hard. With a jerk of my wrist I unbuckled my belt and popped the top button of my shorts. I quickly slipped out of my shorts and underpants, and wedged myself between her legs.

 

“Okay, baby. Let’s have some fun…” I pulled the crotch of her panties and cut them apart, exposing her asshole and pussy lips to the cool night air. My dick was sliding up and down her silky stockings, driving me crazy. I grabbed the base of my cock and rammed the head into her pussy, not caring if she was ready.

 

“Oh, God…” She moaned. “No…”

 

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled the cups of her bra under her tits, and shoved with my hips at the same time. She was soaking wet, lubed up enough that I was halfway in with one thrust. She jerked underneath me, and I grabbed on to her tits while I fucked her. I couldn’t hold out long, and I knew it. I was way too excited.

 

“Yeah, baby, you know you want it…” I was grunting in her ear when she turned her head and smiled at me. Her ruby lips pressed against mine. They parted, and I felt the tip of her tongue flick into my mouth.

 

We kissed for what seemed like an age, and then she grabbed my hands in hers, making me squeeze her tits even harder. She started grinding her ass in tiny, quick circles while I pumped her from behind. I felt my balls tighten, the orgasm building all the way down in my curled toes…

 

“Come in me, come on…” She whispered, taunting me. “My big boy…”

 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” I was chanting, panting for each breath, my balls heavy, slapping her ass. “Oh yeah…”

 

I buried my face in her hair and dug my fingers into her breasts as I shot my load. We fell into the leaves together, me on her back, still twitching with the last of my climax. We stayed there, locked together, until my cock shriveled up inside her.

 

Then I pushed away from her and put my pants on. She smiled up at me as I zipped up, her naked ass still sticking up in the air.

 

“Thanks baby,” she said. “So…did you like it?”

 

I grinned back, liking the way she looked in her torn clothes. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. My dick twitched in my damp underpants, slick with her juice.

 

“What about tomorrow?” I asked.

 

“We’ll see if I can sneak away from my husband.” She sat up, tried to button her blouse, gave up and smiled at me demurely. “I’ll send you an email, like today. I want to do it on a bus. In front of a whole bunch of people.”

 

I nodded. I was already heading back up the trail, thinking about tomorrow…

 

~ Fin ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Within a second, John estimated that she was probably a secretary, or an accountant or something along those lines. In any case she was most likely a somewhat mousy, maybe shy lady who would probably let go of her inhibitions when liquored up to the brim, but then again she may have been someone who simply wouldn’t ever get really liquored up in the first place. Maybe a juice, and that was it.

But mousy or not, she looked really attractive; she had friendly eyes that suggested hidden, dark sexual secrets. Did she even know what she could be really like, and how much she might like being like that?

Her lovely enthusiastic smile was infectious.

Ventura’s background as a corporate psychologist enabled him to draw these conclusions. He also had his own little practice as a psychiatrist for about a year. But after about 10 months he realized that with only four patients it would only be a matter of time before it would be best to call it quits and work for someone else again.

“Oh, no,” John replied to the question of the woman whose name was Melissa Hill, married to bookkeeper Victor Hill, and mother of 2 kids ages 5 and 3. “Please sit down.”

Melissa sat across from John, reached for a romance novel in her purse, and crossed her well shaped legs, the sounds of rubbing nylon rustling. John couldn’t resist the temptation and used his newspaper to hide the fact that he was looking at her over the top edge and under his eyebrows, and in a flash he saw the top of one of her nylons as the blonde crossed her legs. John then quickly aimed his eyes at the newspaper to prevent being caught staring at her legs.

Ventura was reading the stock market section but his thoughts were with Melissa’s nylon stocking-top, when the soup of black letters in his newspaper started becoming blurry and faded before his eyes. This was the point where reality faded away for John and his fantasy started taking over. And did it ever take him over!

The price of gold couldn’t interest John in the slightest anymore because the blond lady had managed to attract his attention pretty damn easily.

After all, she had slipped off her pumps under the table and, legs spread, put her nylon-clad feet on the table. With her left hand she kneaded her breasts and with her right hand she rubbed her crotch through her skirt as her toes curled.

She then pulled her skirt up, exposing her white lace panties; panties with an ever growing wet stripe vertically along the crotch. Melissa looked at John through squinted, lustful eyes, through her small pair of glasses.

This woman didn’t seem to give a damn about doing all of this in the middle of a crowded station diner in a heavily populated train station.

John looked around, heavily blushing, and noticed that Melissa had managed to attract the attention of everyone around as she moaned ever more loudly while furiously rubbing her pantied crotch.

Melissa’s nipples started becoming more prolific through her blouse, poking out visibly and sexily, and making clear she was not even wearing a bra.

As everyone in the diner (which seemed to be about 35 people of all ages) watched the blond woman in stunned silence and attention, she shoved her hand into her panties and John could clearly see her fingers busily rubbing up and down along her crotch, until it was obvious that one of her fingers was disappearing in and reappearing out of her vagina. This she did several times under the watchful eyes of a diner full of spectators. After about 10 insertions she pulled her hand out of her panties and with a load, guttural groan she stuck a wet finger in her mouth, slurping the digit clean.

 

Being stared at by numerous people, young and old, John felt the blood pound in his neck and temples when Melissa, half groaning, asked him if he would please…please suck on her toes. The man’s cheeks flushed a bright red and his eyes fixated on Melissa’s feet. He stared at those beautiful female feet, cased in flesh colored nylon, with a thin seam running evenly along the undersides of the woman’s toes. Those big, succulent looking toes curled and the wrinkles in the nylon that it caused colored a light brown. Piercing blue eyes stared at John through those small glasses and large eyes, of dozens of surprised onlookers, penetrated his soul.

But his mouth started watering.

His mouth started watering from those ever curling toes. From that groaning, finger fucking, tit kneading, blond beauty.

Dozens of people surrounding them or not, he grabbed Melissa’s right foot, and bit playfully, but lustfully, into her big toe. He slurped on Melissa’s toe and tasted the nylon covering it. He bit into the seam running under her toes and used his teeth to tear the nylon apart. He then sucked the woman’s big toe into his mouth and almost sucked fictitious toe juice right out of it, licked wildly across her wrinkled, pink sole and slid his wet tongue between all of her toes.

As at least thirty people were watching, John let go of all shame and swiped everything off the table with his arm, pulled Melissa onto the small table, pushed her back, and forced her legs wide apart. Panting, he wildly licked across the soaking crotch of her panties while he used his thumb to massage Melissa between the butt cheeks.

Melissa, insane with perverted, exhibitionistic passion, ripped her blouse open and the buttons flew everywhere. Perfect shaped tits with big red nipples vibrated as they were exposed to the watching eyes of the crowd around them.

The blond woman set her feet on the edge of the table and lifted her butt up, after which John didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled her panties off of her ass and down her legs until they were around her knees. He stuck his head between her thighs from underneath, sticking it between the panties around her knees, and her crotch, and proceeded to bury his tongue deeply into her warm, wet snatch. He roughly lapped over her swollen clit and sucked the frothing juices right out of her blond furred cunt with audible slurps. Melissa crossed her legs around John’s head and used them to pull his head tightly into her buttery, odorous crotch, only to feel his forceful tongue sink deep into her sucking quim. She started yelling out loud and couldn’t give a shit that she was being eaten out right in the middle of a crowded train station diner.

As a matter of fact, the stares of random strangers, both young and old, made her cunt leak all the more profusely. Acting like a wanton slut for all to see, that was what she was about at this point.

John fucked Melissa’s leaking vagina with his tongue and slurped mouthful after mouthful of female juices out of her insides, only to proceed swallowing the hot liquid down and go for the next mouthful.

Melissa screamed it out with depraved lust, feeling this stranger called John sucking himself tightly into her pink, slippery slit, his nose flatly against her tingling clit, and sucking hard on the contracting opening of her cunt. Any drop he missed ended up sliding slowly into the crack of her ass.

John, feeling anxious with passion, pushed Melissa’s nylon clad legs back toward her chest, telling her to spread her ass cheeks and keep them spread. A task Melissa’s fulfilled with pleasure.

A cry of joy escaped from her throat as she felt John scrape the flat surface of his tongue through the crack of her pungently odorous ass, across the twitching, wrinkled pucker of her asshole. He massaged her tasty shitter with the tip of his tongue and spat a fat white glob of saliva on the slightly bulging, slightly dark colored rim. John massaged her anus with his middle finger and slid the digit into the tight, sucking caverns of her ass. Under the watchful eyes of thirty-something people, the corporate psychologist finger banged the blond secretary/accountant’s shithole until she started loudly whimpering and thrashing on the table.

“Fuck my butt with your tongue,” the ponytailed blonde squealed.

John buried his face between Melissa’s warm, soft globes and slid his tongue deeply into her dirtbox. His tongue squelched and sloshed as he drilled it into her bowels time and time again. Her wrinkled rim nipped and sucked onto his invading tongue, trying to draw it further into her shitpipe.

As he ate out her scrumptious, sucking asshole, he undid his pants.

Melissa came up and helped him undo his pants and shove it down to expose John’s 8 inch cock to the gaze of over 30 complete strangers, a crowd that seemed to be growing as people from the platforms had started gathering inside the diner as well.

Melissa licked her lips and enclosed her slurping, hot mouth around his pole, proceeding to passionately suck his cock with fast bobs of her head, making her blond ponytail whip about. Slurps could be heard all the way out on the platform, and those that could watch, would see Melissa drool all over John’s fuck stick. Strings of spit cascaded down his shaft and balls, some of them dropping to the floor slowly like goo. Melissa seemed to be eating this man alive, this man that, just like the watching crowd, was a complete stranger to her.

At a certain point, the spectating flock had grown to numbers of 50 to 60 people, intently watching Melissa lick, suck, even gag on John’s prick with moans and slurps that sounded obscene even without the visual.

A small group of girls of around 15 years old came inside and started whispering and giggling to each other when they saw a young, blond woman lying chest-down on a diner table, sucking a stranger’s fat, dripping cock while grabbing his ass with both hands to pull herself deeper onto it. She was humping her crotch onto the table, seemingly hoping for something to quench the need in her sticky cunt. Ripped nylon was hanging from the heel of one naked foot.

John’s head had turned red to the point it seemed on the verge of exploding, especially after noticing being watched by a bunch of what looked like teenage girls; girls that couldn’t be older than his own daughter, who was living with his ex-wife. But his head seemed on the verge of exploding especially because of the wet, sucking mouth of this sex crazed blonde, slobbering and drooling all over his cock and balls in front of dozens and dozens of strangers. She was practically milking the spunk right out of his balls.

“Fuck me. Stick your cock up my snatch,” groaned Melissa with a raspy voice and laid back onto the table. She spread her legs and put her legs over John’s shoulders. John felt the nylon on her legs scrape against his neck and shoulders, as he stuffed the mushroom shaped head of his dick between Melissa’s pussy lips, and slowly buried his cock in the warmth of her cunt sheath. The blond woman closed her eyes with a whimper. It wasn’t long before the 60 headed crowd saw John starting to pound the blond haired twat.

His cock slammed into Melissa’s churning fuck tunnel to the root, his balls loudly slapping her ass. Melissa pulled her legs further up and pushed her feet into John’s face, who took her toes into his mouth as he had done before, plucked at the seam of the ‘intact’ stocking clad foot with his teeth, and pushed his tongue into the nylon and between her toes.

He looked up and noticed various people with their hands touching their crotches, and realized that nobody really felt ashamed of the watching the public spectacle. On the contrary, most people seemed to be having a pretty good time. Even one of the teenage girls whom had just joined the crowd, had her fingers rummaging around between her thighs and John could clearly see her rubbing the crotch of her jeans.

“In my ass. I want your cock in my ass,” sighed Melissa.

John slid from Melissa’s soaking fuckhole, and pushed her legs further up and back. As he surveyed the surrounding crowd, and noticed that Melissa did the same, he slowly forced his prick into the twitching pucker of her anus. Her sphincter squeezed tightly around his shaft as he sank it deeper and deeper.

Melissa groaned aloud and John looked up for a minute to see one of the teenage girls, Cindy, a 15 year old brunette with shoulder length hair, sitting on one of the tables, her feet on the edge, her skirt pulled up to her waist, and her fingers sliding over her crotch. She was wearing white cotton panties, which had been pulled back into the crack of her ass, and the bulge of her teen cunt was clearly outlined; the brown pubic hair of her clearly unshaven cunt was slightly sticking from the leg holes of her panties, and Cindy was rubbing her finger roughly across the hidden mound of her teenage puss. One of her friends, Esther, 16 years old and a blonde with short hair, removed Cindy’s moist hand and replaced it with her own, rubbing her 15 year old friend’s wet, pantied crotch. She then pulled the crotch of Cindy’s panties to the side, exposing the girl’s hair covered snatch to anybody willing to see, which certainly included John. Cindy had a beautiful cunt; fat outer lips with wide labia protruding between them. Her clit was large and pink, and the hair of her cunt seemed to extend all the way into the crack of the teen’s ass.

John continued fucking Melissa in her tight, milking shitpipe, while watching Esther first rub her fingers up and down through Cindy’s pussy lips, only to see her index and middle fingers disappear into the 15 year old’s fuckhole, exposing the teen’s pink slit in the process.

With his dick pistoning into Melissa’s guts, John was mesmerized by the two teenage girls, one finger fucked by the other as they, like himself and Melissa, were surrounded by complete strangers. Esther withdrew her fingers from her friend’s sucking quim with a slurp and sucked them into her mouth as her other hand was busy squeezing Cindy’s tits. Cindy, meanwhile, had her own hand between her legs again, using her fingers to spread her hot lips and exposing her inner pink to the public. The darling girl added some spice by visibly squeezing the muscles in her fuckbox, the opening to her cunt tunnel contracting as Esther had removed her fingers from her mouth and slid them into Cindy’s mouth to give her a taste of her own twat.

It was soon after that Esther bent down, laid her head on Cindy’s lower abdomen with her cheek right on top of Cindy’s triangle of fur, the corner of her mouth on top of the teen’s clithood. Esther stuck her tongue out to the side, and wiggled it over and in between her friend’s cuntflaps, the tip and side of her tongue slithering through her slit. The blond teenager’s saliva oozed through the pink slit of the 15 year old brunette, and further into the crack of the teenage girl’s ass.

The image of those young, horny sluts cunt-sucking right in the middle of a large crowd made John lose control, not in the least aided by the tightly squeezing, sucking asshole of the unknown blonde that started the whole thing.

“Oohhh Jesus, I’m fucking cummingggg,” John yelled out into the packed diner.

“Ohh fuck, yess. Cum inside my butt, baby. Spurt your hot fuck sauce into my bowels,” wailed Melissa.

John forced his dong into Melissa’s shit tunnel to the balls, and pumped his seed into her guts until his balls were drained. Melissa felt the warm goo fill her insides and thought she was getting a spunk enema.

As the last drop of semen had left his balls to end up in Melissa’s clenching backdoor, the mob started whistling and applauding loudly. They seemed content with the show. Middle aged people, teenagers, people in suits and ties, even elderly ladies. The sexing teen girls that had stopped their own performance. They were all clapping their hands.

John slumped forward on top of Melissa, his softening dick still halfway up his lover’s sucking, messy butthole.

He felt strange in his head. The noises around him started becoming unclear, unfocussed. And somewhat light headed he retreated his flaccid cock out of Melissa’s lewdly gaping, wet anus with a plop.

His sight became blurry, and he heard what seemed to be the screeching brakes of a train.

Suddenly he awoke from his daydream and noticed that the blonde, who served so deliciously as the object of his fantasy, was now standing on the platform, waiting for the train to stop. Quickly John gathered his belongings, and sped onto the platform. He stepped onto the train behind Melissa and had decided to see if he could find an empty seat across from her.

You never know.

Sometimes dreams can come true.