That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
In the daylight I opened my eyes. I was conscious of people trooping in and out of the room we were in. I could hear people talking, both nearby and in the distance, outside the room.
"Unbelievable," one voice said, a male.
"Fucking gorgeous isn't she?" whispered another. "Never thought I'd see her like this."
"Have a look at all the crusty bits on her leg, that's come straight out her pussy. Jesus, can you imagine the fuss if she's got one in her now."
"One what? Baby? Stuart will kill someone."
"He will anyway."
"Oi, you two, what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck out, what you think you're looking at!" This was a female voice, yelling a whisper.
"Sorry, baby, just comparing how good you look."
"You're full of shit, get the fuck out."
Whoever that girl was pushed out whoever those boys were, then shut the door. I wasn't sure for a while whether she shut herself in here with us, or went out with them. In front of me, closer to the wall, was my fuck from last night, still passed out naked on top of the covers. Her legs were spread and you could see the left-overs from our sex trailing from her core.
I ever so quietly turned my head pretending to be asl**p still, then looked through a crack in my lids at the room. That girl was still there, frozen, staring at me wondering if I'd woken. After a while she relaxed, thinking I was still asl**p. Without warning she turned and pulled her nightie over her ass, up her back and over her head. She had small white cotton panties on under and nothing else. Her back was turned, but I did get a good view of the side of her breasts as she leaned down to grab a bra. Unfortunately she put that quickly on, but it was enough to give me a hard-on, unexpected exhibitionism will do that to you. She pulled on what looked like a kind of mid-thigh tennis dress type thing, then put her nightie into a bag. Within seconds she was back out the door, closing it behind her. I sat up a bit. Wow. I looked down at my stiff dick, then over to the stunning naked girl lying next to me. I thought of her womb, full of my sperm. Hopefully they hadn't found what they were looking for.
I shuffled on over to my fuck, still sound asl**p on her back on the bed. I rolled her onto her side facing away from me. She didn't stir. She had a wonderful shape to her, thin waist, square shoulders, flawless tanned skin except for the small white bikini line across her back and the white triangle on her small rounded ass. I spooned in behind her and poked my hard-on at her flaps. She was bone dry; there was no getting in there like that. I had a quick glance around the room; it didn't appear to be hiding any sex gel. I thought about sucking her, but she was sticky with my cum from last night. In the end I put some spit on my hand and used it to finger her enough until she was a little wet. Next try was successful. I got my head into her hole without too much resistance, then with a bit of hard work I pushed up her length.
She didn't start waking until I'd been humping away at her for half a minute. I was up watching her face, her eyes started to blink open in the light. I lay down behind her, both of us on our side, and kept fucking her.
"Stuart?" was the first thing she said, "where are we?"
I smiled and didn't answer. She was seemingly trying to make sense of it all, remember where she was and how she got here, not daring to look at who was doing her for fear it was not her boyfriend. After a while she couldn't resist, she turned her head around quickly to check who it was that was fucking her, then turned back.
For a while she did nothing but lay there, so I kept at her. She wasn't super-wet, but enough so I could fuck her relatively smoothly. After a while I could hear something, like she was trying to say something. I crawled the upper half of my body in close, lifting up a bit to look at her face again. I brought my left hand around to squeeze on her breast hanging there.
She wasn't talking, she was sobbing. Quietly gasping air and crying. Uh-oh, what did that mean? Was I to assume that she didn't remember the tender kisses she gave me before we slept last night? Or was she crying because she did remember those tender kisses?
It actually got worse the longer I fucked her, sniffling and sobbing. She didn't stop me doing her though. I don't know why, but she wasn't trying to run away.
I rolled over on top of her, pushing her crying face down onto the bed, continuing to stick it to her nude body from behind. I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck as I pushed into her. She stunk of alcohol.
"Mmm mum murt," she mumbled.
"Huh? What's that?" I asked into her ear.
"Please...get off," she sobbed into the quilt. Maybe I was squashing her?
I picked myself up to my knees, bringing her bottom half with me, sticking her ass up into the air. Keeping her face hidden from the reality of this seemingly terrible nightmare, her head stayed down on the bed. That meant I could poke in at her depths. For a relatively inexperienced girl she could take a deep cock without too many dramas. It wouldn't take too many sessions for this girl to develop a loose vagina.
"You remember me?" I asked as I humped her.
There was no answer.
"You remember what we did?"
The door swung open again before she had the chance to answer. Ironically it was the same guy as last evening. At least I thought it was, moonlight and sunlight make people look an entirely different color. There were two other guys with him. The girl under me was facing them but with her head scrunched mostly into the mattress she hadn't seen them. I didn't stop.
"You two are like rabbits," that guy said. "Do you ever stop?"
She heard them and opened her eyes. She knew them. She also knew she was fully exposed, completely naked, legs splayed, cunt being ground into. And the guy on top of her (me!) wasn't stopping. I was pulling my cock in and out of her, showing these boys her most private part being stretched and entered. And they all just stood there, watching. Oh, her head hurt. She couldn't lift herself, couldn't even get her arms down to hide her naked breasts bouncing away. She just closed her eyes. She thought about how different life was 24 hours ago. Yesterday. How did those words go?
After what seemed like an age, the girl in the tennis dress came back into the room to see what these guys were staring at again.
"Oh no. Do you have to?"
I wasn't sure if she was talking about me fucking this girl or them watching. Probably both. I wasn't going to stop and they weren't going away. Even Tennis Dress girl couldn't help but stop and stare in awe. It all got a bit much for me.
"Oh-Oh. Can't keep...you're gonna get it, again. You ready?" I yelled.
She said nothing.
"You ready for it?" I asked with more urgency.
She mumbled something this time, but none of us could understand.
4 jaws dropped as they stood and watched my ass push right down into my fuck's pelvis and I groaned in release. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Their friend, the one with the boyfriend, the one who never shows her body to anyone...right in front of their eyes she got sperm dumped deep between her legs from a stranger.
"Holy shit, he just did it in her."
"Jesus, girl," Tennis Skirt said, stepping closer to the bed. "What are you doing? You let him cum in you? Are you mad? Do you want to get pregnant?"
I twitched a few times before the last of it dribbled into her. They all stared in disbelief as I held her hips tight, then slowly pulled my erection from her pussy, dragging a stream of slop with it. I dropped to the bed the other side of her, slightly conscious of hiding my nakedness...behind hers. She was too hung-over to consider covering up, she lay face down ass up with her legs spread, flaps open leaking sperm for all those boys to see. She held her temples with her palms. Her head still hurt and her mouth was gummed up.
She managed to get one sentence out.
"Leave me alone."
Tennis dress saw her messed up face but thankfully took it as a function of the hangover. One of the boys had his phone out videoing her body, zooming in on her naked cunt and the sperm trail leaking from it. Tennis dress leaped up at them, yelling. She couldn't get the phone off him to delete the video, but she did manage to corral them out the door shutting the 3 of us in. She came back over to the bed, but not to any welcome from my fuck.
"Ooh, can you please leave me alone? I need sl**p more, leave me here, come back later," my fuck demanded, talking into the bed.
Tennis dress looked at me then her.
"Okay, sl**p," she said, motherly. She pulled at the quilt and brought it up over her body. She took a box of tissues from the chest of drawers and handed it to me.
"Wipe up your mess," she told me unkindly, "and don't cum in her again!"
I watched Tennis Dress get up off the bed, then walk over and out the door. I looked down at the girl in bed with me, she was facing the other way, eyes closed, under the covers. I fell down next to her and moved in close, pushing my wet penis against her bare ass and my lips to the back of her neck. I reached around and took a tit in hand.
"Get off me, will you?" She pushed my hand away and moved her body across the bed away from me. Gee, she had my sperm in her, you'd think there'd be some more intimacy that that, huh?
I tried to get closer again.
"Who are you?" she turned on me, then brought her hands up to push on her temples. "God, my head hurts. Who are you? Why are we naked? Why did you **** me you bastard?"
She was getting nasty.
"I didn't **** you," I laughed, trying to make light of the comment. "Do you not remember anything? Last night you were kissing me like I was your long lost love, you don't remember that?"
"No, I don't! Well, I don't know, maybe I do, I don't know. I'm so tired, my head hurts so much. Stop looking at me." She brought the quilt up to cover the breasts I was staring at. "What did you do to me? Did you d**g me?"
"Baby, I did nothing, you kissed me."
"Ech. I was d***k, you shouldn't take advantage of a girl when she is d***k."
"I didn't know I was taking advantage, you acted like you wanted me," I lied, as if I was moping.
"Oh God," she said dejectedly, "what a mess."
We were silent for a while, slightly apart, laying there.
"I've got a boyfriend," she said after a while. "He's going to kill me."
I said nothing.
"I don't do this," she told me.
"Do what?" I asked quietly.
"I don't...pick up, get picked up...I don't do one-night stands, I don't take all my clothes off and I most certainly don't have sex."
"Well...I didn't know that," was my reply.
"You came in me?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"How many times?"
"Three, I think, or four."
"Oh Jesus," she said, laying her head down and holding it. "Oh, and people saw us together...Jesus, I'm dead. I'm pregnant and I'm dead. My boyfriend will kill me, my parents will kill me. I'm dead."
I lay there, head propped up on my arm, looking at her trying to rub her headache away. The quilt was just covering her breasts. She was thinking of how her life was a mess, I was thinking of how I could get back into her...though I suspected we may have reached the end of the road.
"Where are my clothes?" she asked, eyes still closed, still massaging her own head. I made to have a quick look over her onto the floor, 'accidentally' removing the quilt slightly, it was now just below her nipple line.
"I don't know. Somewhere there, I'm sure."
She looked down at herself, at her breasts out in the open.
"Shit," she said, "did you put those there?"
She pulled her own breast up in the air to get a better look at the dark purple hickeys by her nipples.
"Dunno," I tried to mess with her, "some were already there before you and I hooked up."
She lay back down, not bothering to pull the quilt up again.
"Just...fucking...great," she said slowly.
There was silence again for a while.
"You are really beautiful, you know that?" I said after some time.
She turned and looked at me. Her young, tight tits were gorgeous, but now I wished I could have the whole quilt off, that I could see her pussy, too.
"What happened? How did we...how did this happen?"
"I don't know. You were alone. We kissed. You threw up on my shoes, then we kissed some more, though your breath was fucking disgusting."
She almost laughed. I continued.
"Then I put my hands in your pants and you opened up your legs so it was easier to finger you, so...so I dunno, we came and found somewhere to make out. You were really good, you had a screaming orgasm, you said after it was your first one. Is that true?"
"Ah," she replied, talking to herself. "This is just not me...I gotta get out of here. Oh...Stuart, how am I ever going to explain this to him? He's never going to speak with me again."
"So what," I said, dropping down on to my back, such that our shoulders touched and our arms lay along each other. I could see the top of her mounds sticking up from her body. "Stuart, Stuart, Stuart. Who is this guy? He's obviously a lousy lay, he's never gotten you off, it only took me 10 minutes to get your pussy to cum. Do you remember you told me last night that you've never actually been fully naked with a guy, that this was the first one? What kind of boyfriend doesn't get you naked, is this really the first time you've done this?"
I used it as an excuse to lean up and pull the quilt off the rest of her body.
"Give it back," she said, squirming.
"Answer the question first. You've never been like this with a guy? It didn't seem a problem last night."
"This...being all...naked. It's private, its...it's not something for people to see."
"Well, so, now I have, how is it? I'm looking at all of you right now, does it feel bad?"
"But not too bad."
"Well...what's the point, I guess, hiding from you at least. You've done worse than have your eyes on it."
"It?" I scoffed, "Why would you call your own body an 'it'?"
"All women look silly undressed..."
I was able to lay the quilt down away from her, she let herself lay naked next to me now, my eyes pouring over every inch.
"You look beautiful."
"Okay, okay, you said that already," she was still rubbing her head. "You've seen more than enough of me, don't you think? Can I have the quilt back?"
"Wasn't just me. Those people out there saw, too," I reminded her, avoiding covering her up.
Again her hands went to her head and covered her eyes.
"Oh, I know. THAT is mortifying."
"Well...you have a very beautiful body, I assure you, you are a fine looking nude. They won't feel bad for having seen you."
She just shook her head.
"Can we just sl**p some more? I am so tired," she asked.
"Sure. Come close," I ventured.
Surprisingly she did. She moved herself over slightly to half-roll onto me, her head on my shoulder, my hand on her bare ass in the daylight. Naked, quilt-less, she slept again, unexpectedly in my arms. I lay on my back looking down at her, my hard-on growing to the point of aching. It took some time, but eventually my lids were too heavy to keep open and I fell asl**p with her
I woke to a shove in the guts and the voice of a guy yelling. I opened my eyes and took a moment to get my bearings. My fuck was trying to scramble to her feet, it was her elbow that had sharply squashed my intestines. The guy in the room was just inside the door, pointing and yelling obscenities. I had enough sense to work out this must be Stuart. He must have walked in on us while we slept. Geezuz, this should be interesting. Surely no guy would try to get in a fist-fight with a man that was naked. From nowhere came the thought of pissing on him as we fought, that would surely keep him away...or perhaps make him angrier. My fuck had gotten to her feet, trying to cover her body. All she could find at a scramble was a hand towel which she used to cover her front. The bits I could see from behind were still bare.
"Yeah, right, cover it up for me, huh? Your fuck-buddy here, he can get all the tit and ass he wants, but you cover yourself up for me, your boyfriend. What a fucking bitch!" he was really yelling now.
Given it hadn't gotten physical and he hadn't turned on me yet, I lay there and kept out of it as best I could, though I felt stupid with my cock out like it was. Reaching to the bottom of the bed to pull up the quilt would have brought too much attention, so I just stayed naked and frozen.
"Stuart, go outside, calm down, I'll come out and we can talk...," she tried to cool things down.
"Me go out? Why do I have to go out? So you can crawl back into bed and kissy-kissy with that fucking moron? Send that fucking bastard out why don't you?"
It was difficult to tell where this was going. Given this guy was obviously an abusive sore loser, why didn't she just dump him on the spot? Was my fuck actually going to try and keep the relationship...or was she just trying to avoid escalating the situation? Either way, he didn't look like budging, and I certainly wasn't going to leave her alone with him in this agitated state.
"Stuart, just...wait outside a minute, let me get dressed."
Stuart's face showed his anguish.
"Me, out? But you can get dressed in front of him?"
"Stuart!" she was more f***eful now, "Just get out!"
"You fucking bitch," he said, dangerously calmly, "what the fuck makes you think I'm going anywhere without you? You and I are leaving. Right now. Fuck your clothes, you can come and show me what you dish up to every other guy, I'm the one that supposed to be your fucking boyfriend, remember?"
Stuart stepped in and grabbed my fuck by the forearm, trying to pull her to the door. The towel fell away as she tried to pull away from him, he really was going to drag her away naked. I took a deep breath. It had reached a point where unfortunately I had to do something about it. What a bastard.
I crawled over and stood up off the bed.
"Oi!" I yelled, getting attention. "Enough! Let her go."
It was a scary moment as I watched him deciding how far he was going to take this. I could see the options weigh across his mind. Punch the naked guy, or walk away from the slut? The more he thought, surely the more hesitant he would become?
He looked down at me, staring at the dry crusty remnants of his girl on my cock. He shook his head.
"I hate you," he almost whispered, dropping her arm. He looked like he was about to walk out, for a moment I actually felt bad for him.
Then we found out what he was thinking about. A third option. He lashed out with his fist and hit that girl fair in the stomach, as hard as he could. She doubled over and dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, wheezing and gasping for air. I was in complete shock, stunned. Did he really just do that? Before I moved one muscle, he made for the door. I had to make a quick choice - follow and punish this gutless woman-basher, or drop to my knees and help this poor woman on the floor. I looked down, then dropped to my knees. I put my arm under her head and held her shoulders. I watched Stuart leave without looking, then slam the door shut behind him.
"Baby, Jesus, are you okay, are you hurt? Are you winded, is there damage? Do we need to call for help?"
"I dunno," she winced, "I dunno, I think I'm okay, I dunno."
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, I had no idea he would do that. Jesus, has he hit you before?"
She shook her head. She wasn't crying, but tears came from her eyes.
"Let's get you up on the bed. The floor's cold down here."
I helped get her naked body off the floor and onto the bed. She moved ok, I didn't think she was that hurt, she was just (rightfully) in shock and had the air taken from her. This time I voluntarily covered her in quilt, pulling it up over both of us. She wrapped her arms around me, held me tight and started sobbing again, with what tears were left. There was nothing for me to do but lay there and let her cry it out.
"Just how nutto is that guy?" I asked after a while, "He's not the type to come back in here with a shotgun is he?"
She shook her head.
"He doesn't know anything about guns," she whispered back. I hoped she was right.
"What about knives...?" I mumbled. She didn't answer, but she held me tight, her breasts squashing into me, her mound hard up against my hip. We lay there for a long time without talking, but neither of us slept this time.
After some time, Tennis Dress burst in, scaring the daylights out of us.
"Stuart was here!" she yelled as if she was telling us something we didn't know. "Doug said he saw that video of you with your (pointing to me) stuff leaking out, and he stormed away in a cloud of dust. Lucky he didn't see you in here like this, all hell would have broken loose."
"All hell did break loose," my fuck said quietly. We were both under the quilt with her back to my chest now, my arm around her waist, her head on her arm, leaning back into me.
Tennis Dress shook her head, confused.
"He hit me," my fuck said straight.
Tennis Dress' eyes lit up. "He what??!!"
"He hit me," she repeated.
Tennis Dress rushed to the bed and held my fuck's face, feeling all over. "Where?"
Even though we were both still naked, my fuck pulled back the quilt and held her stomach, rubbing it where she got punched.
"Right here, as hard as he could the bastard."
"Fucking hell, I don't believe it. Oh shit, are you gonna report him? Call the fucking police. That prick needs to go down, hitting a woman, what a fucking disgrace. Are you ok?"
"I think so, it doesn't really hurt, just winded."
"You need to see a doctor, that could be dangerous."
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm just going to stay here and rest for a while."
"Oh yeah?" she looked at me suspiciously, "Rest? With him here? Who are you anyway? Look at all the trouble you caused."
I just shrugged. What could I say?
"It's not his fault," my fuck said, dropping her head to the bed and closing her eyes.
Tennis Dress got up and walked over to the door.
"I'm going to make sure everyone knows how gutless that Stuart prick is, he doesn't hit that bastard, he hits the girl. What a fucking pussy," she said, leaving. I was thinking that girl swears a lot.
My fuck turned around and looked up at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded, then she leaned up to kiss me on the lips. Rubbing on her naked body as I was, I was hard again.
"You wanna fuck again?" I asked her, into the kiss. She held back and looked at me for a long moment. She shrugged her shoulders. As far as I was concerned anything other than a no was a yes. We kissed again, passionately. My hand went between her thighs, a finger up her hole, pumping, bringing out the wet, getting her ready. I had to put her hand onto my cock, prompting her to pump it. She caught on and I went back to masturbating her while she did me, all the time with a tongue in each other's mouth. Her pussy got wet easily, I squashed on her clit and she squirmed in delight.
"You like that?" I smiled. She nodded furiously, so I pushed on her some more. She broke the kiss and gasped at my shoulder. She was ready for it, I thought. I took my hands to either side of her hips and picked her body up and over me.
"Hold my cock up, baby." She took it in her hand and held it upright. "Ok, now drop onto it."
She held it to her hole and dropped with the gravity of the moment. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she pushed onto it, bit by bit, bump by bump, a bit like the first time I took her the night before. Of course she didn't remember that. I looked at her body, so brilliant. Her nipples were fairly belting out from her breasts. The breasts themselves held their shape as only a young woman's can. And the young slim hips slowly lowered toward me, until our pubic hairs mashed into each other.
She looked at me and smiled, leaning close to kiss me.
"Happy?" she asked. "Happy with my body?"
I held her hips firm and pumped up at her a couple of times, making her eyes close and gasp.
"Brilliant cunt, baby, I love it," I said.
"Don't call it that," she smiled at me, embarrassed. I kept at her from below.
"What would you like me to call it?"
"I dunno," she squirmed, going red now.
"Well, whatever it is, your turn to use it. I'm going to lay here and watch you masturbate yourself, you can do some work for a change!" I teased her.
I lay unmoved as she humped herself on my hard-on. And I was super hard. I'd come so many times that I could settle in for the long haul. She was sopping wet again, which worried me because usually girls were at their wettest when they were ovulating, and I'd been giving her all the seed I had, night and morning. Was it still morning, I wondered? Doesn't matter, just watch this girl fuck. Last night she was a timid little thing, today she's a proper lover. She'd had it in her the whole time. I felt good to have brought it to the surface, to my surface, which was pleasantly getting covered with her girl-juice.
The door swung open again and both of us turned sharply to see who it was, still skittish that Stuart would be back for vengeance. Hilariously it was Doug. My fuck stayed there on top of me. She stopped humping, but sat upright with me buried in her snatch.
"Fuck me dead," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know what you're on, man, but we gotta talk. You are a fucking miracle man, do you ever stop?"
My fuck was surreptitiously squeezing on my cock with her vaginal muscles as she watched Doug again ogle her naked body. "Doug, what do you want?"
Doug came over to us, taking a good long look at her breasts standing over me, and at the part where our pubes joined.
"I thought you used to be shy?" he asked, ignoring her question.
"Ok, ok, you win," she said, leaning back and picking up the quilt, using it to cover up her front.
"No, no, no..." Doug tried to stop her. "Don't do that, you were fine just as you were, really, that quilt looks really bad on you, you know, you look kinda fat now...yeah, it's that color perhaps, you look kinda spotty with that wrapped around you, don't you think, don't you agree...whatever your name is, what is your name anyway?"
My fuck jumped in on him.
"Doug! What do you want?"
Doug looked at her. The quilt didn't come back off.
"Well, nothing it seems. Molly said Stuart hit you, so I wanted to know you were okay, but I guess you're okay, given you're back on the job. Are you alright?"
"I'm okay, thanks, it just winded me." We kept giving each other tiny little fucks, me twitching myself in her, she squeezing her cunt on my pole, hoping to get back to proper sex as soon as we could. "Ummm...can we, like, talk after?"
"Ah, sure, yeah, of course," he said, backing out of the room. "You want this shut, I guess, yes, well, right, I'll just shut it as I...leave."
He was looking for as long as he could at her naked back and ass, planted firmly over my balls. I'm sure she looked brilliant from that angle. As soon as the door shut her jaw mashed against mine and her hips frantically pumped and stroked me, slopping sounds filling the room as her juice splashed over my legs. We did her from all angles, in all corners of the room. She was super wet, I was super hard, it was great, wonderful sex. The best fuck either of us had had together. I was behind her when she came this time. Again, she could tell in advance what was going to happen to her.
"Oh, oh shit, you got me, you did it, I'm...I'm...oh shit...aaaaahhhhhhh" she screamed. It went on and on, and she wasn't winding down. "Baby, it's, together, can we, together...do it, pleaaaase, pleaaaase, together, I'm, I'm.....uhuhuhuhuh..."
I obliged. My head threw back and she squealed like an off-key cat. Hot semen shot from me, into the depths of this woman bent over shaking spasms on my cock. I pulled her into me as far as I could, I touched her insides as deep as I could. My flow carried the baton even further into her core in what could only be described as carnal. Deliciously carnal.
At the end of the shaking and twitching we stayed as we were, deep up her, her head in the sheets, legs spread, ass in the air, hole full of cock and sperm.
"Oh my God," she mumbled at me, "can you never stop doing that?"
"Sure," I said. "But I think you've well and truly drained me."
"That's okay, how long does it take to power up usually?"
"Well...it'll probably take longer than the time we have left together."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"Well, I think I'm done, I don't think I can do it again today."
"Tomorrow will be fine," she said, slight anxiety in her voice.
"Tomorrow?" I asked. She heard the surprise in my voice.
"Why? What's wrong with tomorrow? It's still holidays for me...you gotta work?"
It was a strange conversation to have with a girl with her face down in a pillow. I dropped us to lay on our side, still stiff up her cunt from behind, though I could feel myself losing length. I pulled her back to hold her, taking a handful of breast and rocky nipple.
"Baby, I'm not sure what you're expecting. Are you thinking that we're together now?"
Her silence I took as 'yes, that's what I thought'.
"Honey," I said, "I really appreciate the sex, but really, both of us are just in it for a fuck, aren't we? You said that earlier, that this is the first time you had a one-night stand?"
Again silence. I thought I cold hear sobs. Whatever it was about crying, it made me grow harder again inside her. I started to grind at her from behind, growing just enough to stay in there.
"C'mon baby, you're still young, you've got to get a few one-night fucks under your belt. You can't fall in love with every guy that sticks a cock in you, surely."
"You bastard," she said quietly.
"What?" I asked, innocently.
"You fucking bastard!"
"Why? Why am I a bastard?"
"You used me!"
"Geez. What does that mean? How did I 'use you'?"
"You used me for sex!"
"Well, yeah, I did, and I still am," I said, humping at her cunt. "So what? What's wrong with sex? You seemed to enjoy yourself."
I kept fucking her as we lay there, she was crying again. I'm getting sick of this, I thought. She's been leaping from one emotional crisis to another. She was a nice piece of ass, but hardly the type to engage in a robust relationship. I wondered if I could get myself off just one more time before I disappeared, but I didn't like my chances. It was a miracle I was still hard after the number of times I'd cum, getting myself worked up to sperm her one more time was going to be tough.
Through all this thinking and planning my exit, she was mumbling something.
"Huh? What's that?" I said.
"Please don't go."
Wow, this girl really latched on. I just shook my head slowly. She could feel me do it, and turned her head to look at me.
"Please. You can fuck me."
"What are you talking about? I've already fucked you."
"All the time. You can have me anytime you want. Stay with me, please."
"Girl, you've got some serious issues here. You afraid of being alone? You latch onto the wrong guys. First that Stuart tosser, now me. Look, you and me, we've had a great night, you've been one of the best fucks a guy could hope for, but you don't even know my name."
She turned around toward me, my cock plopped out from her. She pushed me back and climbed up on top. Her hand reached down and took it, pointing it back to the sky then pushing herself onto it.
"What do you want?" she asked me.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I need to do to keep this in me?"
"I don't get it. Why do you suddenly love my cock so much? You were itching to push me away before Stuart burst in and dumped you. Now you can't get enough of me fucking you?"
She didn't reply, she just ground her cunt on me and stared into my eyes. I had to admit, it was pretty hot.
"C'mon," she said, "how can I be your girl for longer than just today?"
"Are you really serious?"
"You'll do anything I want?"
She nodded. "I am already, aren't I?" she smiled sitting up on me, pointing her naked hickey-covered breasts to the sky.
I wasn't working that night. I guessed it wouldn't hurt to have one more day with this girl. The risk was she was one of those remora types and she'd hang around past her use-by date, but if I could get her to do what I wanted...that could be fun. There was no doubt she was stunningly beautiful, especially with no clothes on.
"Oh, you have no idea," I warned her. "If you want to continue beyond this room, you're going to have to do some shit that you don't wanna do."
"What don't I wanna do?"
"Like, who do you live with?"
"Who do you live with?" I asked again.
"Mum, Dad, little b*****r."
"What do you do?"
"I study still."
I was going to say what and where, but I didn't really care at that moment.
"Well, first things first, you're going to ring your Mum and Dad and tell them you're going to shack up for a few days with a guy. No lies, no bullshit about staying with a friend. You'll flat out tell them you've met a guy at the party and you're going to stay with him for a night, could be 2 or 3 nights, you don't know yet. Okay? No bullshit. If you're going to be with me, it will be up front and dealt with at home. I don't do sneaking around, got it?"
She didn't say yes, but she didn't say no. I scrambled over to the side of the bed by the window, her still riding my cock. I fumbled around and found what I hoped was still there, my phone in my pants pocket. I took the keypad lock off for her.
"Here you go." I passed her the phone. She stared at it, wondering what to say, or if she could say it.
"No bullshit," I repeated.
She dialed the number then flicked her hair aside to listen to the ring. It took a while to answer.
"It's me..." she said, followed by a barrage of noise the other end that made her take the phone from her ear.
"Calm down, I'm at Sherry's shack, I fell asl**p."
There was more noise at the other end of the phone, and a question.
"I'm not, not today."
Even I heard the scream on the other end, "What do you mean not today?"
"I'm going to stay with someone..."
"No bullshit," I warned a whisper over the din the other end of the phone.
"A guy. I met a guy. I'm going to stay with him for a little while..."
That really set the noise off the other end. They were yelling so much I couldn't even tell if it was male or female screaming, Mum or Dad.
"Not it's not Stuart. I don't care what Stuart thinks."
More noise the other end.
"I don't know, a day, a few days, we don't know yet." She held the phone away from her ear again.
"Look, I'm an adult, I can make these decisions, I don't have to ask..."
"Yes, of course we're using a condom!"
I lifted her naked body slightly to look at my bare cock poking into her, cum the most prevalent lubricant inside her vagina.
"Look, I'm calling to tell you I'm okay, that I'm going to be okay, and not to worry. If you're going to yell at me like this I'll just do things WITHOUT telling you, would that be better?"
The other end seemed to calm down.
"No, Mum, I'm not stopping off to get clothes. I don't need clothes!"
I don't think she meant it to sound like that. I think she meant to say she doesn't need 'more' clothes, but clearly that set Mum off again the other end. She tried handing the phone to me, mouthing 'you wanna talk?', but I smiled and shook my head.
"Mum, Mum, I'll call you tomorrow, okay, I'll call you tomorrow".
With that she hung up.
"Okay," she said to me, "you wanted it, you got it. Now my f****y hate me and think I'm a slut."
"Well, that's okay, its better they know the truth," I said nodding. She might be more mature than what I pegged her for, this girl. "That's not all there is, though."
"What do you mean?"
"If I'm going to spend time with a woman, she better be a woman, not some scared k**."
"Isn't this being a woman?" she asked, squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles.
I shook my head.
"Any schoolgirl can fuck, that's not being a woman. Being a woman is the way you carry yourself, your flair. It's confidence in yourself as a woman. You told me before that you are embarrassed being naked in front of other people. That's a k**'s attitude."
"Hey, what am I doing right now, huh? How much more naked could I get sitting here letting you fuck me while you ogle me, huh?" she challenged.
"Okay, that's me, but what about all those others out there?"
"They saw me, too!" she countered.
"Yeah, but you feel embarrassed about it, you don't want it to happen again."
She said nothing.
"Here's the deal," I explained, "if you are coming home with me, you are going to have to have the confidence to walk out there and all the way to my car undressed."
"Undressed? What do you mean undressed? In my underwear...?"
I thought about it a moment.
"You can have your panties, but no top. No point in getting you arrested, you better cover up your cunt. But you will be topless, and not covering up with your hands."
"No way! How does that make me a woman?"
"You won't know until after."
"Know what?" she said, screwing up her face.
"There's the deal. If you walk to my car in only your panties and let all those people on the way check you out, then I'll let you in and I'll drive you to my place and get you pregnant several more times. But if you can't, or if you cover your breasts in any way, that's okay, but I'll drive you home to your Mum and Dad instead. How's that? Fair?"
"Fair? How could that be fair?" she said. "I've never done this sort of thing, you know. This isn't like me."
"I know, that's why I'm saying this, what we have now, it's really just a one-night stand. You teenage girls, you've got great bodies and you know how to fuck and you know how to cum, but you don't have the confidence or the presence of a proper woman. Think about all those super-models and actresses, you think they whine about showing their breasts to people? They're sophisticated, grown-up, powerful presences, not giggly teens having quick grabs of each other in the back seat of a car. You and Stuart, in two years you never got naked with him. Honey, the sex has been really good, but I think we both need to see this for what it is, just a roll in the hay, don't you think?"
She sighed. My hard-on was finally abating and when she moved back a touch it popped out from inside her. She looked down at it, half-hard and covered in slime. She grabbed it with both hands, scr****g off some of the slop and strangely rubbing it onto her breasts. Some kind of souvenir?
"Okay," she said simply. She lifted herself from the bed and crawled around looking for her clothes. I did the same, getting dressed.
"Where are my pants?" she asked.
"Ah, they're under the end of the bed over there," I told her. She looked at me quizzically, then reached under to find them. Standing at the end of the bed, she took her bra, t-shirt, short and pants, rolled them up and threw them to me.
"Okay," she said calmly. "I'm ready."
Wow, I thought. She is one fine looking naked woman. And she just told me she was willing to show it to the world. Wow.
I threw her panties back at her. "Seriously, you better put them on for now, they can come off again in the car."
Silently she took them and put them on. They were small yellow cotton ones, small but enough to cover her hair. I checked in my pockets. Wallet, keys, phone all there, good. Pity my sunglasses were back in the house. I should keep them in the car, I made a mental note to myself.
"All done? Then let's go." No point in letting her think about it too much.
I opened the door, her clothes in hand. I motioned for her to go first. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before taking a final look at me. I nodded, and she stepped through to the lounge, and out into the world.