The summer after high school graduation. Everyone remembers that, right? Or doesn’t, because they ingested far too much alcohol. Such was the case for my group of friends. Except for one night..
It was a party like any other. My bud Eric had his parent’s house to himself all summer. It was a home halfway up a mountain, backed by an endless forest. Our parties there always included a bonfire, liquor pong, a customized box of party Jenga, and laptops with Warcraft 3 and Brood War.
15-20 people was the average number of attendees, and tonight was no exception. There were a few new faces, and a good split of guys and girls. We started with a bonfire and some Fireball pong outdoors. One of the new people was a beautiful brunette with long, dark hair, a curved hourglass shape that accented her perky ample tits and wide hips, and a half-moon ass so round and firm that it defied gravity. She had on large black glasses which really brought out her almost-Asian almond eyes, and a floral summer dress which showed off the most tantalizing glimpses of her pale breasts squished in it. The dress clung loosely to her body, accenting her curves, and it often road up to expose the bottom of her ass cheeks whenever she moved.
She’d come with Stacy, who was a regular. Stacy was a fit and athletic sports girl. Tall, hair dyed blonde, small breasts, firm butt. She was wearing short jean shorts and a loose top. She went hard on the pong, and had totally forgotten that her friend existed in her efforts to flirt with the guys on the other team. Standard. Floral dress girl just hung around by the bonfire alone, looking awkward and unsure. One of the new guys came along and started trying to converse with her, but she was quite shy. My attention was on my own 4 person clique and I didn’t think much on it.
The bonfire wrapped up, and we all stepped inside. Most of us began a game of party Jenga. Floral dress girl was on the couch, alone again. Our party Jenga was pretty perverted. We had tiles that, if you lost, required you to do the following:
Run to the end of the driveway, fully naked, and run back. The driveway was about half a kilometer long and gravel.
Wear a piece of the opposite sex’s clothes on a location of the group’s choice until Jenga is over.
Typical “take all your clothes off and kiss the person to your left” stuff.
We played a few games. By the time it was done two guys were naked, and a girl was struggling to see while wearing one of their jeans on her head. Floral dress girl hadn’t played, and awkwardly avoided looking at the naked dudes. The guy from the bonfire stepped away and sat beside her. He was trying to make some moves. I was a bit annoyed for floral dress girl’s sake. Stacy was absolutely blasted at this point and looked like she’d soon be “disappearing” with her boy toy. She always went for the newbies, calling them “prey”.
People dispersed. Some went out for a beer, others went for a smoke on the patio, and 6 of us pulled out the laptops. We fired up WC3. Looking over at floral dress girl, buddy there had made himself quite comfortable by her side. She was still not making much conversation. He started talking about some pretty stupid shit, something about strawberry flavoured popsicles. I wondered what this mongoloid was talking about, and then he pulled out a condom in a pink wrapper and, I shit you not, asked if floral dress girl wanted to try sucking on his “Strawberry popsicle.”
Floral dress girl started laughing hysterically. The rest of us laughed with her. The guy, looking absolutely mortified, retreated outside wordlessly. We waved floral dress girl over to us to try and make her more comfortable. She sat down at a computer and joined us for the customs, which to our surprise she was familiar with. She sat beside me. I asked her what brought her here with Stacy; apparently she was visiting her from a city out east. The two of them went way back from before Stacy’s move west at a younger age. Her name was Mary. She said she wasn’t really a party type because she was shy and awkward at making conversation.
After our game the lot of us stepped back outside. Mary had found her footing talking with myself and our group, and she was looking less out of place. We sat down on some lawn chairs and watched Eric as he doused the embers of the bonfire from earlier. Mary and I talked about school, love, life, hobbies, and where she was from. We had everything in common. Watching her begin to steadily relax and become comfortable was amazing. She went from sitting straight backed in her chair, legs slammed shut and dress pulled down, to slouching back casually and letting her dress ride up her thighs, nearly exposing her panties. I tried so hard to not look, but the dull light of the fire dancing on her smooth thighs drew my gaze between her legs more than once. It was her first time coming this far west and she was overwhelmed by the forests and mountains. Mary eventually asked if we could step away from the others to try and find Stacy. I agreed and we stood up. I felt a slight twinge of disappointment as her dress fell back down over her thighs and ass, obscuring both from view.
We went looking. She wasn’t on the patio with the smokers, she wasn’t in the living room where a movie was playing, and she wasn’t downstairs playing pool. I laughed, and said “Well that can only mean one thing.” Mary wasn’t sure what I meant, so I pointed at the stairs and beckoned her to follow. Eric’s house was quite large, there were 4 rooms on the top floor. The landing and hall were both dark. We slunk down the hall, Mary following me quietly. Arriving at the end, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see a sock on the door to one bedroom. I turned to Mary, then pointed at the sock. She just gave me a blank look, not understanding. I smiled at her innocence.
I beckoned Mary closer to the door and did a “hand to ear motion”. She came closer and listened to the door with me. The unmistakable sounds of a girl stifling her moans and the faint slapping of skin on skin barely drifted through the wooden portal. Stacy was on the other side getting fucked. Mary pulled away looking absolutely scandalized, and I had to struggle to suppress my laughter. We retreated downstairs. When we got to the bottom and the sounds of the party returned, Mary sputtered, “Does she.. is she always like that? What the fuck? There’s so many people around!” I told her that there were two constants at these house parties: liquor and sex, and half of the sex was Stacy. She blushed. We stepped outside into the night air.
Mary spent the next few minutes complaining about Stacy’s behaviour. She was supposed to help introduce her to people, stay sober, and drive them both back home later. Instead within 30 minutes of the party’s start she was absolutely smashed, and now she was lying in some bed getting dicked by a stranger. I mentioned it wasn’t all bad. We’d shared the moment laughing at Mr. Strawberry, and had a great time playing games and chatting. She flashed me a beautiful smile and agreed. I became acutely aware of the way her full luscious lips moved when she talked, how her hips lightly swayed side to side as we walked, how her dress clung to and showed off her seductive curves, and how my height and positioning gave me a perfect view of her tits and tight cleavage down the front of her dress. My cock throbbed and pressed into my jeans.
We made our way to the forest edge. The moon was out and shining brightly. Mary stuck close beside me; her hips bumped against me, her breasts gently touched my arm, the back of her hand lightly brushed my ass. The darkness was the excuse. Tension built heavy between us. My cock was going to erupt out of my jeans. There was a path out into the woods in front of us. “Where does that go?” Mary asked. “Out to a pond in the forest.” I replied. Mary thought for a moment, then said “Can we go look?” Thoughts exploded in my head, visions of Mary with her dress pulled up and ass exposed, bent over against a tree, looking back to meet my kiss as I filled her pussy from behind, far away from prying eyes. I agreed almost before her sentence had finished.
It was about 10 minutes away. The path was well marked. Eric and a few of us others who mountain biked built features on the trail and kept it in good shape. About halfway there, Mary grabbed my hand. I turned my head in surprise, and she nervously looked away. We kept walking, hands together. She gave me the occasional shy glance.
The last couple minutes were up a hill where the trees thinned out and eventually disappeared into a small clearing. The trail ended here, in the tall grass. A few meters below us was the pond. Moonlight bathed the clearing and lightly reflected off the water. The sound of nocturnal bugs and toads filled the air. Far, far below us, just over the tops of the trees, the city lights could be seen. After a couple minutes of contemplative silence, Mary said “It’s so pretty here. I wish I could just stay.” I asked when she was leaving. The day after tomorrow, apparently. She turned to me. The look on her face was full of lust and melancholy. Her full lips were parted slightly, her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took, pushing her soft pale breasts up and out of her dress. Her vibrant eyes pulled me towards her. Moments later our arms were wrapped around each other as we kissed deeply and slowly. A kiss as grandiose and romantic as the natural beauty around us, and one I’ll never forget. It was some fairy tale shit let me tell you.
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Part 2:
Her soft breasts pushed and rubbed into my chest, my hips pressed into her abdomen, and our hands explored each other’s backs. It was like we were terrified to let go of each other. When our lips finally broke apart and our eyes opened, I knew we’d shared more than just a lustful kiss. I saw the same recognition in her own eyes. “Want to go back?” Mary asked. Suddenly I became conscious of my throbbing erection, pointed down and pressing deeply into Mary’s inner thigh. It had been there for as long as we’d been embracing, and she didn’t mind. I agreed.
We speed walked all the way back to the house holding hands. I could feel her intense excitement. I’d wondered about the change that had come over her, it was like the moonlight had morphed her personality. Or brought out her true one. “Upstairs?” Mary asked. She looked away from me. Even under the orange light from the porch, I could see her blush intensely after that one word. “Sure.” We passed the smokers. Mr. Strawberry was there, but if he noticed us he hid it well.
We walked upstairs. Socks were on every door now. People either banging or trying to get some lonely sleep. Mary giggled and gave me a mischievous look, then snuck over to the dark room Stacy was in. It was late now, and quiet. Mary opened the door, and snuck inside. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but moments later she emerged with Stacy’s shorts. She closed the door and crept back towards me, still giggling. With all the rooms upstairs occupied, we went to the basement and stepped into the room furthest down the hall from the pool room, where Eric and some other regulars were having a sober game.
The room had a twin bed, and was absolutely covered in pillows. Dozens of them. You could fuck wherever and however you wanted in extreme comfort. Mary threw Stacy’s jeans into a corner. Her giggles had subsided and been replaced with breathless desire, her hand went to my bulging cock and her hips humped the air. She let out a light moan, closed her eyes, and let her hand travel down my hard shaft until she grasped the tip. That was permission enough for me.
I did what I’d been thinking about all night, and put my hands around her waist, lifted her dress, and dropped my hands to her ass. It was firm but soft, round, and just fucking incredible. She was only wearing a small thong which disappeared between her cheeks. I grabbed, massaged, and smacked her ass. Mary moaned louder and more sensually, tightening her grip on my cock while her other hand fumbled with my belt. I had no condoms. Thinking with the wrong head, I asked “Are you on the pill?” “Yes..” she whispered in response. Don’t do this by the way. We both lifted her dress over her head. She unbuckled her bra while I pulled my shirt off and pants down. Before they were even on the floor she was on her knees and had taken half of my cock down her mouth, moaning deeply. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. I put both hands on her head and pulled her onto me. She inched her lips forward, bit by bit, until she reached her limits and yanked her head off my cock with a loud gasp. She tried again, wrapping her tongue around my shaft, lapping at the whole thing, and swirling her tongue around the helm. She was infectiously desperate, and I began to lose myself in her. I couldn’t fucking believe the shy floral dress girl was gagging on my shaft while she tried to deepthroat it.
Her head bobbed down on me aggressively. She wasn’t afraid to be vocal, sucking it loud and hard, fucking her own mouth to make up for not being able to deep throat all of it. I alternated between watching her big tits bounce around below her face and staring at her hot round ass as she slowly humped the air while she blew me. My shaft was soaked with her spit. I felt like I was about to explode. My cock flexed with anticipation in her mouth and I began to moan for her. She recognized what that meant, and pulled herself off my cock. She stared up at me while she caught her breath and lightly teased the tip with her tongue. This was even more sensational than being buried inside her, and I let her know that she was going to make me cum. Unphased, she stared up at me and unexpectedly swallowed me almost all the way down to the hilt. Crouching Blowjob Hidden Throat Space Technique. I fucking lost it, grabbed the back of her head again and held her there as my cock flexed and came in her mouth. Her hands on my ass gripped me hard, scratching me with her nails while she made repeated little “Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!” sounds.
I came so hard in her mouth I felt like I was going to pass out. After the first long stream she took my cock halfway out of her throat and gagged, but still held me in place. When I finally finished flexing every hot stream into her, she popped my cock out, loudly coughed and gulped, and then gasped, breathing so heavily it made her tits jiggle. She pumped my wet cock fast with one hand. “You’re not fucking done with me yet”, she said. *Oh my fucking god*, I was turned the fuck on. This shy girl has transformed into someone so fucking filthy. Mary half moaned half growled at me before sucking lightly on the tip again, trying to stop my cock from falling soft.
I pulled her off, and then pulled her onto her feet. I stared down at her pale perky tits, the tops covered in her spit. They were firm, full, and voluptuous with big areolas. My hands slid her thong off and pushed her towards the bed. She spun and bent over, falling onto her knees and sticking her ass up in the air towards me. Her pussy was mostly shaved, with a little V of hair pointing towards her clit, and she was absolutely soaked, dripping wetness from every inch. I needed no further invitation. I stepped forward and plunged myself into her depths. Her tight lips offered no resistance, with my cock already soaked with her spit I filled her with ease until my balls slapped into her. The sensation quickly of filling up her pussy raw returned me to full hardness inside her. I’ll never forget the sound she made as I inserted myself, a gasp followed by “Oooohh uuH, UUHHNNNMMMM FUUUUUCK!” Her legs, which had spread to open her pussy up for me, came crashing together at the knees as her hips bounced out and into me. She pushed her face into the sheets, then screamed and moaned as her hips shook on my shaft, her pussy clenching and squeezing me tight. She had cum instantly, and creamed a white mess all over my cock.
My free thinking now subjugated by primal desire for this woman, I began to fuck her. I fucked her hard. I smacked her ass red, I pulled her hips back to me to meet my thrusts, I pulled her hair, I leaned down and fondled her tits, and I whispered in her ear. I called her a slut. She agreed. I told her she loved my cock. She said she fucking loved it. I told her to moan my name. She moaned it. I asked her what she wanted. She told me she wanted my cum. All the while I fucked her relentlessly. I could see and feel the way her tight lips were reluctant to let go of me as I slid out of her.
On one particularly hard thrust, the pull back popped my head out of Mary entirely. She let out a cute little “Mmmm?” and looked back at me, moving her hips as though I was still fucking her. I pushed her over onto her back. Looking down at her body, her inner thighs and pussy were soaked with her juices, an inviting mess that was begging to be added to. Mary grabbed and played with her round tits, massaging them while she stared straight at my twitching cock. She opened her legs wide, wordlessly asking me to pound her even more. I grabbed them right at the bend of her knees and pushed them up towards her shoulders, exposing her entirely to me, before filling her pussy back up. She gasped deeply, like she couldn’t breathe. I pulled out almost the whole way, then thrust again. And again. And again. I returned to my previous pace, fucking her hard. She looked up at me with a surprised face, eyebrows up and mouth wide open. Her thick framed glasses gave off a library nerd vibe, and that looked out of place right above her naked tits bouncing around with a cock buried deep inside her. It was so cute. I could feel and see her body tense up. Her abdomen flexed tight, and her legs began to fight against my arms. I held her still. Her hands went up to faintly grasp at my chest. I watched her tits bounce in full circles, rocking with the motion of my pounding. I could feel my second orgasm finally building as my sides began to stitch up. “St-, st-, stop, wait I-” and before she could finish her sentence, she came again. Right as the exultant moan left her mouth, I dropped one hand to her clit and teased it with my thumb. Her whole body shuddered, and she lightly squirted and clamped down on my cock as I held myself fully inside her.
The pressure from her tight wet walls finished me off, and I came hard deep inside her, collapsing down onto her chest where she held me tight and close as I moaned into her ear, while she moaned back. We laid there, breathing heavily and recovering for a minute, before I finally pulled myself out of her. My cock was dripping both her cum and mine. Mary was blushing heavily, and couldn’t look me in the eyes. “I’ve never done that before.” she whispered. “Me neither.” I whispered back, assuming she referred to the creampie now slowly dripping out of her. “No, I mean uh, when your thumb, and I..” The wall was apparently quite fascinating to Mary. I laughed, “Oh I thought you meant having someone cum in you. Don’t worry about it.” Still staring at the wall with a shy smile. “Well that too. It’s embarrassing.” I climbed off her and snuggled in by her side. “I don’t care. It was hot.” She continued to shyly look away. We fell asleep like that shortly afterwards, butt naked and with the lights still on.
You played WC3 customs with a chick and then fucked her by a lake… what is this.
Hot story very well written. Thanks for sharing ?
Seems like we finally get to hear the… prequel (?) For Mary. That was excellent and worth the wait