The Tale of the Party Fuck [M/F]

So this is my second story, please see the Tale of the Secret Red Head if you like this one!

In this accounting of sexual exploits, we find me in tryst with my extremely sexy ex. You all know what happens. You find yourself in a big group setting. You appear at the party and like clock work, so does your ex. But you are on good terms, you are both single and you both look pretty fucking good. Ladies and gentleman of the Midnight Society (come on, any Are You Afraid of the Dark Fans out there? Probably a cheesy gimmick, but still going to use it cause, whatever, Nickelodeon references are dope) I present to you, the Tale of the Party Fuck.

The preparty was alive and a buzz. People swarmed around in the small apartment of one of my good friends. Festive decorations had been strung about, tiki heads and paper flowers, reflecting luau theme of the party. We were preparing for the imminent (well in 2 hours) concert of a tropical house DJ. The setting was thus highly appropriate.

I was in the crowd generally mingling when I saw her. Well, to be honest, I had to look down a bit from my 6′ 3″ to find my ex’s tiny 5′ 2″ frame. But she ever makes it worth looking down for her. Her long dirty blonde hair framed the essence of American cheerleader with green eyes and upturned kissable lips. Her body is cut from a classic gymnast / cheerleader type, with perky too large of breasts for her body and a neat little ass that forms just the right amount of cleft to hang on to. That night her hair was down, hanging between her breasts which were contained by a small bikini top. The look was completed with some jean shorts and, ya, I don’t remember her shoes.

We looked at each and made our way over to a small corner to chat. The small talk was small talk. Basic how are you’s and all. We laughed at each other’s jokes and the same physics which had held us in each other’s orbits re-established itself with ease. There was a certain look in her eye, not one of unparalleled lust. No, it was more of a mischievous, fun glint. I could feel something coming off of her, some energy but I couldn’t tell what it was. Usually when she was horny it was transparent, little nibbles on her lips being the give away. But nothing here just that hard to perceive light and even harder to interpret energy. Our conversation came to an organic end and we drifted apart as people are want to do at a party. We are both pretty big social butterflies so we did what we normally did – split a part and worked the room.

Some time passed and we didn’t run into one another until about 45 minutes till it was time to head to the concert. I don’t think either of us had done this consciously, but we had both found each other talking to people of the opposite sex for most of our time apart. I had fired across reconnaissance glances just as I had felt the same on me during this time. But now we found ourselves in the middle of the living room, devoid of other people. We were talking rather close to one another when she looked up at me and pressed herself hard against me.

“Hey,” she kind of half whispered to me, “is the spare bedroom open?”

It took me a minute to process, if only because I was expecting that mischievous glint of hers to manifest itself after the concert. It is ever difficult to calculate the depths of a beauty’s naughtiness when her face seems to embody everything innocent. Alas, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. I grabbed her hand, and without looking to see if anyone noticed, half cave man dragged her around the corner and to the thankfully empty guest room.

We quickly rushed in, locked the door and turned off the lights. We were frantic to remove the essential scraps of clothing so we could start fucking. The room was furnished only with a queen mattress on the floor, which she quickly fell on her back on. She removed her panties and hiked up her tiny skirt. My hands quickly removed my shorts as far as my ankles and I moved up her body and grabbed my cock. She grabbed each of her ankles in her hands and folded her legs back wide open near her head. It was fucking beautiful, her pussy opened for me by dint of her bending, her face looking at me with a wide eyed look of anticipation.

I drove my cock all the way into her in one deep thrust that caused both of us to issue quickly cut off moans. We looked at each other, my cock deep inside of her, as we giggled at the sound of the party around us. Voices and music boomed and bounced through out the tiny apartment, including our fair lair of illicit love making. We figured at that point our moans would probably be absorbed by either the house or the general good vibes of the party. So we fucked as hard as we could with little regard to our volume.

A little bit in though I decided I wanted something. I love eating pussy, a good pussy is the finest desert a man can feast upon. And this girl’s pussy was a known quantity, delicious. Plus, I figured I could get a pretty cool rhythm going with the beat of the music (have I mentioned I was high? I was). So I pulled my cock slowly out of her squeezing pussy, her face of cloud of interrogatives starting with any of the question words and ending in “the fuck”? I just smiled at her and swan dove my face into her beautiful shaved pink pussy.

My tongue dove in with reckless abandon as I licked every square inch of her like some deranged prospector trying to mark every grid point. I even made good on my music based oral skills when I focused on her clit and made repeated reference to her favorite letters in the alphabet with my tongue. Her lady cum coated my lips when she squeezed my head down to her clit. But her orgasm definitely shattered any hope we had of keeping it secret. The music had been in a brief pause for her eruption. This caused us to have another small laugh break.

Once the music restarted and we composed ourselves, we got back into the same sexual position we had been in before and I started fucking her with a bit of a timeline in my mind. You could tell, even while having sex, that the tenor of the conversation had started to turn to departure preparation. But, this position, her on her back, tits standing perky from her pulled down top. The bounced in a hypnotizing semi-circular fashion as I slide my hard cock all the way in and all the way out, bringing sounds from both of us. She still held her legs back by her ankles, her doe eyes still starred up at me in a look of erotic amazement (ladies, if you can figure out how to look amazed and like you are having a great time while having sex – that is basically the most awesome face a male can gaze down upon).

All good things must end and so did this with me holding the back of her neck and pull her down all the way as I pushed my cock deep inside of her.

“Come inside me!” she gasped.

So I did (Sorry, had to).

We lay there for only a second to catch our breaths. Luckily, I was wearing a dri-fit like shirt, so my sweat wasn’t overly visible. Well, except for my face. I was flush and looked like I had run a good distance there. She was able to quickly work herself back into lady like form, though her cheeks had the flush of satisfaction I remembered so well. We kissed deeply one last time and she left the room. I followed about 10 minutes later.

All through out the concert that night we danced and made out. Our friends would give us knowing glances but with a bit of a question. While no one confronted me directly about it, my friends informed me that our absence had been noted at times. We would just nod and play it off and laugh with each other whenever they turned their backs. And for the rest of that evening, we partied, but friend, let me tell you…the climax of the night had already been reached!

Thanks for reading!

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