I was new to town. The first thing I needed to do: Join a gym. The gym is where I go to socialize and chat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all business once the headphones go on, but before and after, I’m chatting up everybody.
That’s when I saw her. She was a fit chick, long brown hair. Nike shorts and an old ratty shirt. I had to talk to her.
A week passed and we happened to both be training legs. I walked over and asked if she was almost done with her machine. She said I could work in. I introduced myself and soon, we were gym buds.
Her name was Kara.
Over the course of the month, I found out we actually had a lot in common. Same hobbies, same workout mentality, same music taste.
“Hey, let’s grab a coffee one day,” I said.
“How about Thursday after the gym?”
We friended each other on Facebook and I immediately stalked her page. She was into bodybuilding and had done some swimsuit competitions. Kept me busy for a few nights.
Half hour into our date, Kara said, “My girlfriend and I just ate a this great new restaurant.”
“Girlfriend? Like, your buddy?”
“Hah, no,” Kara said. “I’m a big ol’ dyke!”
I smiled a sort of half smile, half frown. Her eyes narrowed and then, boom. Sympathy.
“Oh, shit,” she said. “Did you think this was a date?”
“I mean …”
“Oh, my god! I’m SO sorry. I really thought we were just vibing and I think you’re super cool. But I am totally gay.”
I said no worries and we continued on as friends for quite a while. Soon, she moved to Seattle.
But life works in weird ways and people often disappear for quite a while only to pop back up in your life later on.
Kara and her girlfriend broke up and she sent me a note to say she was passing through town in a few weeks and wanted to get together and chat up.
I had a girlfriend of two years. We’d just moved in together and were fighting ALL the time. When Kara rolled up, I was surprised to see she’d purchased an RV and was driving all around the states by herself.
My girlfriend and I decided to take a little two week break. The only thing was, I had nowhere to go. And that’s where Kara came into play. I explained my situation and she told me she had the perfect idea.
“Join me!”
I packed up a bag and headed out, joining Kara on her excursion. Every night, we’d hit up a camp ground, plug in the water and toilet and chill.
“I miss dick,” she said one night while we sat by the campfire.
“You what?”
“I used to be straight. You know, before I became a dyke.”
“Oh?”
“My girlfriend and I had a strap on, but it just wasn’t the same. A real dick is a real dick, you know?”
I nodded and said, “No.” Kara laughed.
Soon, it was pouring rain and we headed indoors for the rest of the night. So far, I’d been pretty casual changing my clothes in front of her and her in front of me, but nothing inappropriate.
This night was different. Kara and I had gotten soaked in the downpour and stripped off our clothes the second the RV door closed.
She had amazing C cup breasts with the most perfect rock hard nipples. And they were pierced!
“Oh,” I said, turning away trying to be respectful.
“Dude,” Kara said, stripping off her panties. She had a thick bush, but her lips were totally bare. “It’s all good. When you live in close quarters, these things are bound to happen. You act like you’ve never seen tits before.”
I laughed and looked at her. I decided what the hell and dropped my boxer briefs to the floor. Her eyes glanced down before blushing. She looked away.
“Oh, c’mon. Dude. We’re living in close quarters. You’ve never seen a dick before?”
She laughed, “I mean. Not in seven years. Can … I?”
“Sure,” I shrugged.
Soon, we were naked in front of one another. The more I looked at her, the harder I got.
“You’re getting hard,” she said.
“I mean, it’s hard not to looking at you.”
She licked her lips and walked towards me.
“Can I?” She asked, extending her hand.
“Sure,” I said.
She reached out cautiously and gripped my cock.
“Oh, man. It’s hard. No dildo gets this hard,” she giggled.
“Yeah?” I asked.
She bit her bottom lip and we made eye contact. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back and soon, we were on the sofa, making love with a great passion. I had my hands all over her, gripping her, squeezing her. She was wet, tight.
“You feel good,” I said.
She sighed. “So do you.”
I slid down off the sofa and pushed her legs apart and buried my face between her. I slipped a finger inside of her pussy and licked her clit until she gushed.
“I’m a squirter,” she said.
I didn’t answer. I was too busy lapping up her juices. She squeezed her right breast and leaned back as she had a second orgasm.
“Okay,” she said, standing up and pushing me backwards, against the RV wall. She dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. One inch, two inch, three inches down and bam. She gagged and pulled out. A stream of drool shot out of her mouth and ran down her breasts.
“Sorry,” she said. “Been a long time since I’ve had a penis in my mouth.”
“It’s okay,” I said as I gripped her hair and stroked it. She took me again and hit the three inch mark. Four inches. Five inches. Six inches. And she gagged again. More drool. Saliva everywhere.
“Mmm,” she said as she prepped to take me again.
“How big is your cock?”
“7 inches. You’re almost there.”
“I’ll do it,” she said, pushing past the six inch mark, taking me all in her mouth. Once she was warmed up, she started sucking faster and faster. It was intense. She made the most amazing sounds. Drool gushed out of her mouth as she sucked harder and faster.
“Get up,” I shouted.
She stood up and I hoisted her onto the kitchenette table and pushed myself into her pussy. It was tighter than I’d ever imagined a pussy could be. Basically unused.
“Oh FUCK you’re tight,” I said.
“Usually I did the fucking.”
I shoved myself into her over and over. She grimaced. You could tell she wasn’t used to being fucked.
“It hurts,” she said.
“Should I stop?”
“Just fuck me slower, from behind?”
She was shorter than me and bent over the sofa. I stepped behind her and slipped inside of her and pumped away. She masturbated, orgasming over and over. Her legs got weak and wobbly, but I kept fucking, holding her up by her hips.
“You fuck like a goddamn pro,” she said with a laugh. “Finger my ass!”
I spat on her asshole and shoved my thumb in her ass.
“Deeper!” she yelled. “Stretch it out!”
I maneuvered and soon, there were three fingers in her asshole while I fucked her from behind.
“Cum in my pussy!” She howled as I pumped faster and faster.
“Do it!” She yelled. “Drain your balls in my fucking cunt! I need it! I need your cum!”
I shoved my fingers as deep into her asshole as I could and blew my load, shooting what felt like a full cup of jizz inside of her pussy.
“Oh my god” she moaned as I filled her pussy with cum. “Oh my god!”
Soon, I was empty. I slipped my fingers out of her asshole and watched it close up.
“Oh my god,” she said.
I pulled my cock from her pussy and she held her hand under her cunt as she stood up straight. She pushed and a huge puddle of jizz splashed out and filled the palm of her hand.
“Look at that cum. This. This is what I missed. A fake cock doesn’t cum. I love cum. I love it!”
I stepped back, watching Kara eyeball the cum puddle in her hand.
“Dare me?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm,” I said as she raised her palm towards her mouth and slurped up the jizz and gulped it down.
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