This will serve as part 3 of my story, and again, to full appreciate what happens in this chapter, and to have a mental picture of the both of us, I encourage you to read parts 1 and 2 before you read this one. Also, to aid in the telling of this story, I’m going to give her a name; I’ll refer to her as Anna (closest thing to her actual name without giving it away). This is a true story about a fling I had when I was 21 and she was 23, which turned into much, much more than a fling.
**Note**: A large part of my process is to include back story, and lots of detail, to provide the necessary context and build-up to what happens when she and I meet up. If you have no need for that, then please skip to the paragraph that says “**sex starts here**”. If you like hearing the whole story, please just sit back and enjoy from start to finish.
Two weeks was a long ways away, and while I knew there wasn’t much I could do about it, it was hard to imagine waiting that whole time, anticipating everything; what would happen when we saw each other? Did she actually still want me? Or was she luring me in for some massive revenge scheme? After all, I did abandon her with no warning and then she likely had to go through a miscarriage on her own. Part of what made her so exciting to me was exactly this! She had me guessing constantly, and I never knew what she might do. But, it was hard for me to imagine anything other than two weeks of filthy, raw, mind blowing sex, given all the dirty talk, nudes, masturbation sessions, and declarations of affection from her. She was now free from the confines of her former relationship, and free to fuck me anywhere, anytime, and any way she wished. At least, that’s what she told me, and that’s what I chose to (mostly) believe.
A couple days went by, and out of the blue, a buddy of mine told me he was going on an impromptu trip to visit his parents, and asked whether I wanted to go with him for the weekend (they lived by a ski resort, and he knew that would sell me on going). It just so happened, the town his parents lived in was only a two hour drive from where Anna lived. So off we went the next evening. I obviously had every intention of finding a way to see Anna during this weekend, but I didn’t want my buddy to know, as it was the same guy who had seen me go through everything with her and who had sent me the email warning about her pregnancy. I didn’t give her a heads up that I was coming, because this would be a good way to find out whether she was on the level with me and genuinely wanted me for the reasons she claimed she did. It was a long weekend, and we arrived at his parents on the Friday morning (drove through the night). I spent a day with them, and then made an excuse as to why I had to run to the neighboring city to visit my brother, and that I’d be back before he drove back home. *Spoiler alert* I didn’t drive back home with him!
I knew she was living with her dad, so, I quickly looked him up in a phone book (yes, people still used phone books in 2007) and found his address. I also knew where she worked, so my plan was to see where she lived first, and then surprise her at her work. I had been texting her all day, and she claimed to be working until 8 pm that day. I swung by the house quickly, just to see it, and then cabbed it to her work. At around 5 pm, I walked into her work, locked eyes with her, and we just stared at one another for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was more like 15 seconds though. I could see a variety of fleeting emotions cross her face, and then she turned to her co-worker, informed her she was taking her break, and then calmly walked towards me. She stopped in front of me, more nervous than I had ever seen her, and after looking at me for a while, she took the ball cap off my head, leaned in and kissed me with all the anger, frustration, longing, and desire that I had been missing for the last 8 months.
We sat and talked for ten minutes, while I also explained how I ended up there, and when her break was over, she said “go to my dads house, my cousin will let you in, and wait for me to get home”, giving me a devil may care smile as she walked away, her hips swaying seductively and suggestively. I got into a cab and headed to the house, my dick hard for the entire 15 minute cab ride, anticipating what was surely to come. As promised, I was let in by her haggard looking cousin, who had clearly been hot boxing the house all day in his pajamas. He continued with his bong for the next two hours while I sat on the couch, waiting for her. She got home right after 8 pm, smiled when she saw me, and told her cousin I was an old friend passing through town, and that we were going to watch a movie. He was too foggy to take a hint, and he just gave us a hollow look, and went back to his bong.
We sat on a couch, a foot or two separating us, while we awkwardly watched the beginning of whatever movie she popped in. As the minutes passed, we gravitated towards each other, and she soon had her leg resting over one of mine. Shortly after, her hand found mine, as she lightly stroked my fingertips with hers. I was getting harder by the second. This woman had my soul in the palm of her hand. She was doing all of this without so much as the slightest hint of anything on her face, giving nothing away to the oblivious cousin across the room. Abruptly, she got up, walked to a bedroom down the hall, and came back a minute later with a blanket, and I noticed she had changed into pajama pants and a tank top. “It’s cold in here”, she said as she fake shivered for the benefit of the comatose cousin in the corner. “Lie down”, she instructed me with that same devil may care smile on her face, as I lay down facing the tv, and she threw the blanket over me. She gently sidled up next to me, so we were spooning, and pulled the blanket over herself as well. I could feel the warmth of her body, the sweet little curve of her ass resting right up against my cock, which was rock hard, and becoming extremely uncomfortable straining against my jeans. She felt it instantly, and gave a slight wiggle of her hips, and an almost inaudible giggle. Pretty soon, she decided to turn and face me, looking up at me with those submissive eyes once again, begging for me to do something…anything. I kissed her, as my lust for her overtook me, and I could think of nothing else in this entire world as she melted into me, her hands wandering down to feel how hard I was for her. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me”, she said as she ran her fingertips along the length of my cock. I shuddered, almost cumming instantly, my mind in disbelief at how this little slut could make me cum with just her words. I ran my right hand down over her flat stomach, feeling the waistband of her pants, looking in her eyes briefly, while gently stroking my fingers over her smooth skin. I slowly dipped my fingers under the waistband as she parted her legs in an open invitation, and quickly discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. “You’re such a little slut”, I whispered into her ear, as I traced down the small landing strip of pubic hair, beginning to feel the heat coming from her crotch. Her breathing becoming labored, her face flush, and even in the dim lightning I could see the excitement and yearning on her face. I, ever so slowly, slid my middle finger down, lightly brushing over her clit, making her breath catch, and then immediately feeling just how wet she was. I didn’t even have to push; she was so soaked that my finger glided effortlessly into her tight hole about two inches, eliciting a groan from deep down inside her.
***sex starts here***
“Where can I fuck you? I need you”, I said, as she began grinding on my one finger, breathlessly enjoying everything she was feeling. “I don’t want to fuck you in front of your cousin….but I will”, I said as she continued to angle my finger deeper inside her. After about five minutes, she pulled away, peered at her stoned cousin, looked back at me and said “let’s go”. We quickly arranged ourselves under the blanket, stood up, and she led me to a bedroom down the hall. As we walked in, I asked her if this was her bedroom; she replied with a cheeky grin, “nope, it’s my dads room”. I looked at the bed, looked back at her, and decided not to ask why. To this day, I never asked and I still don’t know why! And at that point, I didn’t give a single fuck why. I nearly tore her pajama bottoms off, along with her tank top, stripped myself in a matter of seconds, and then roughly picked her up by her thighs so that she was flush against me with her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her dripping wet pussy just inches from my cock. As she looked back at me with what looked like love in her eyes (She was a master of deception, so I never really knew for sure), I asked her “you’re taking birth control, right?”. She casually replied, “no, why would I need that?”. I paused, unsure of what to say, and she continued, “Jeez, just pull out and cum on my tits or something”, as she then continued her nibbling on my ear lobes and neck. “There’s still a chance”, I said, trying to remain cautious. “I finished my period a week ago…I’m not ovulating yet…It’s unlikely”, she said between kisses. I had heard enough, and I was desperate for her, so with no warning, I tossed her onto her dads bed, eliciting an excited squeal from her. She lay back, looking at me with those eyes (I will never forget that look as long as I live), and slowly parted her legs, exposing her glistening, pink pussy to my eyes. I didn’t need any more invitation, and I immediately began licking her, tasting her, biting her gently, sliding my tongue from her opening all the way up past her clit and up to her belly button piercing, which I grabbed with my teeth and pulled on gently. Her moans were loud. I imagine her cousin, as stoned as he was, could likely hear everything through the door.
I licked and fingered her for at least 30 minutes, bringing her close to orgasm, but teasing her so she would beg for more. I honestly enjoyed her pussy so much, I could lick her for hours and hours. She was perfect. She was tight. She was always wet. She tasted female. If there was ever a taste that embodied *female*, it was hers. I was bonding with her, memorizing her, pleasuring her. And I was going to use her. “Come here, I want to taste myself”, she said urgently, as I moved up toward her face. I kissed her as she hungrily kissed me back, getting what she wanted, and then I felt her hand grab my hard cock. I looked into her eyes as she lined me up with the burning hot opening to her vagina, spreading her wetness all over the head of my cock. Here I was again; about to enter this beautiful, devious, passionate, hungry little slut who made me lose all common sense and throw caution to the wind every single time I was with her. I knew what would happen, before it even occurred. I knew where this road was heading, and I couldn’t stop myself. She took her hand from my cock, all the while staring into my eyes, and I took hold of her wrists and slowly moved her arms over her head, pinning them down to the mattress. I squeezed her wrists hard and stared back into her eyes, letting her know she was mine for this moment in time. She submissively looked back at me, and her lips parted with a low groan as I inched my hips forward, slowly driving my cock up into her incredibly tight, but welcoming pussy. I could feel every part of her, and she moaned appreciatively as I went deeper and deeper into her, a breathy exhale coming from her lips as I bottomed out inside her, my balls resting against her ass, and the small amount of pubic hair we collectively had, enmeshed. Allowing her some time to get used to me, I leaned up slightly and looked at her again while remaining still inside her. She opened her eyes, mixed with intense emotion and lust…and something resembling affection, and said “I want you to fill me with your cum tonight. Whatever you have in here (reaching to lovingly stroke my balls)…I want it in my pussy before either of us goes to sleep tonight”. As I registered what she was saying to me, I realized the logical, sensible part of my brain, that would normally set my path right, was gone. Whether this was something she truly wanted for herself, or whether she had caught on to the fact that it was a weakness for me, was irrelevant now, and it always was. All I was able to register in that moment was her sweet, tender pussy slowly gripping and releasing around me, milking my cock as she spoke words to me that melted my brain and rendered me nothing but a sexual being, hell bent on making this woman my personal slut for the next 48 hours. As she continued her rhythmic lovemaking, using her vagina to coax me into whatever game she was playing, I began to slowly withdraw from her, until just the head of my cock was inside her. When I had almost pulled out completely, she near panicked, thinking I was pulling out, her brow furrowing slightly with worry, and she grabbed my hips and locked her legs around my back tightly, ensuring I couldn’t leave her. I smiled at her, reassuring her I wasn’t going anywhere, and buried my cock all the way to my balls in her deliciously tight pussy yet again, getting another squeal followed by a satisfied moan from her. She held me inside her, her hands on my butt cheeks, and ground against me slowly for a few minutes, greedily enjoying all the sensations. This pussy was made for me; we fit together perfectly. I could happily spend my whole day inside her, hard, simply enjoying the feel of her, mating with her, marking her as mine (even though I knew how far from reality that notion was). We settled into more of a steady rhythm as I began moving in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her outer lips clinging to my dick so tightly as I slid in and out, over and over again. I felt the head of my cock hit her cervix several times when I would thrust deep, wondering if I was to hold it there when I came, would my cum shoot right into her womb. It made me crazy with lust. She was moving with my rhythm, syncing her thrusts with mine, running her hands over my back, my hips, urging me on. I leaned back, and pushed myself upright, looking down at her flat stomach, glistening with sweat, and the cute belly button ring she always had in, and continued with slow thrusts into her as she moaned and whimpered. I looked at her small tits, bouncing slightly with our rhythm, and I began to memorize her body again. I reached down, and with my thumb, began to rub her pussy where it joined with my cock, and stroked her clit (which she loves) slowly. Before long, she was getting close to cumming, but I knew that the sight and feel of that would put me over the edge, and I still had ideas about cumming on her tits rather than inside her. I slowly withdrew my dick from her, and when it popped out, she moaned her disappointment quite loud, looking at me with a frustrated glare. I let her stew, knowing I would make it up to her over the course of the evening. I looked down and noticed some precum on the head of my dick, and at the same moment, she noticed as well. With her patented devil may care grin, oozing with sexuality, she reached down with her middle finger, swiped the precum from the end of my cock, and looked me right in the eyes as she deliberately inserted her finger deep into her pussy, depositing the small amount of precum as deep inside as she could get it. Another breathy exhale and moan, then she slowly withdrew her finger and rubbed circles around her clit, clearly getting close just from this simple act. “I told you, I want it all in here”, she stated, staring back at me while pleasuring herself.
Wasting no more time, I slid back inside her, much to her pleasure, and continued pounding in and out of her repeatedly, covered in sweat as I strained with each thrust inside this incredible little slut. It wasn’t much longer after that, and I started to feel that familiar tingle, which I’m sure also came with it’s share of precum. At this point, I’d lost the ability, as well as the will power, to pull out of this perfect pussy. I was in heaven, and I was dripping precum every second. I didn’t know whether precum posed any threat, but it was too late to care. I was lost again. She was moving with me, sinking her nails into my ass cheeks, my hips, my back, clinging to me desperately as I wreaked havoc on her little body. I knew she was waiting for me to cum…saving her orgasm for when I ultimately unloaded inside her, making it all the more intense, dirty, nasty, and wrong. I wasn’t even striving to achieve orgasm myself, I was in ecstasy just simply fucking her brains out. But then I briefly opened my eyes and looked into hers, and that was the beginning of the end for me. “How does my pussy feel?”, she said, looking into my very soul. I had no words. I just kept thrusting over and over, while maintaining eye contact, enjoying the heck out of every single movement we made together. “Cum…I want you to cum”. I felt her girl cum dripping down over my balls, covering my dick in her hot glistening juices. “If you pull out I will never forgive you”, she said with surprising sincerity. “Your pussy is making me crazy”, I said, glaring into her eyes, and grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head again. She gasped, reeling with the intensity of it all, and again I was looking into those bedroom eyes as I pounded her recklessly. “Cum inside me”, she said, and as soon as the last word left her mouth, I stopped breathing as my entire body tensed, and I gave one last thrust of my dick deep into her wet, willing vagina, mashed our sexes together, and began shooting ropes of cum into her unprotected pussy. She half screamed half squealed as she felt the first jets of cum hitting her cervix as I bottomed out deep in her pussy, launching right into her own orgasm. I was on fire, ecstasy shooting through every fiber of my being, as it seemed to go on forever; her pussy now rhythmically milking my cock inside her, pulling out every drop that I could give her. It was no longer just a fuck to satisfy our need for each other…it was more like we were on a mission to get her pregnant. My head was spinning as we began to come down from our insanity, my eyes came back into focus, and I could see that she was still reeling with the tail end of her own orgasm, eyes closed tightly. I lay atop her, trying to catch my breath, still feeling her little loving squeezes on my cock which was still hard inside her, relishing the feel of her beneath me. I pushed myself up to look at her, and she opened her eyes to look back, letting out a little satisfied moan as she smiled at me. She wrapped her smooth legs around my waist, and gave me the sexiest little look with her bedroom eyes. “Just stay here for a little while, okay? I’m enjoying this”, with another tender squeeze on my cock with her inner muscles. I was still in heaven, and I couldn’t find any reason to feel regret. We stayed this way, locked in our sexual embrace with my semi hard cock still deep inside her, as we just talked quietly and enjoyed one another. After about 10 minutes had passed, I began to get hard again, a fact that was not lost on Anna. She slowly ground her hips into mine, feeling my hardness filling her yet again. Smiling at me as always, she started saying all manner of dirty things to me. “Do you love this pussy or what?…..are you going to fuck me again?…why did you cum inside me?…you know I’m not on the pill…have you ever thought about what my ass would feel like? My dad is supposed to be home soon from work….you better hurry up and cum, or we may get caught”. She was trying to make me cum from talking dirty to me, and it was working. There was a minute of silence and she steadily ground her hips into mine, encouraging me with her body, her hands, her lips. I was getting close and she knew it; she could feel me getting harder and pulsing inside her. Surely I couldn’t actually cum inside her again…I’d been down this road before, and it can’t end well. I was hesitating, and she noticed. “You already filled me with enough cum to get me pregnant ten times over…one more time isn’t going to make any difference”. I knew she was right, as I felt her dig her nails into my backside, and secure her legs around me once again. Her hips were casting a spell on me, her tight, wanting pussy pulling me in so deep and caressing me in ways I can’t even convey. I needed this. I wanted this. “Cum in my pussy baby…I want your cum deep inside me….I want to feel it in my womb…I want to feel it inside me all day tomorrow…I want to feel-“, and with that I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I almost yelled as my orgasm hit me again, feeling like my very soul was exiting my body through my cock, pumping every ounce of cum I had into her body. She moaned as she felt the spurts hitting her cervix and coating her insides with hot, fresh cum. I lay on top of her again, spent, and fully satisfied with what I had done. She giggled, “there’s so much cum inside me right now…you must have given me everything you had”, as she lovingly caressed my balls again. She had me, yet again, and although I thought I was the dominant one, I felt like I was at her mercy. “But seriously though, my dad is due home any minute, so we need to get out of here”.
Part 4 to come. Feedback welcome! Some were asking for sex in my stories, so I included some in this chapter. Let me know if you like it.
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Two part 3s
hot! , that pussy had you by the horns!