This story is based loosely on something that happened one night. Things don’t always work out the way I’d like them to, but, I do like to write about the “what if” scenarios to create something entertaining for you to read. I’m not a writer, by any means, but, I do like to tell a story by using actual events of my life mixed with other things that I have experienced. If the story is completely “true”, I make a note of it either in the beginning or the end..I wrote this a while ago, and I’m posting it now, while I write new stories for you to enjoy! hope you like it.
“The After Hours Club With Kayla”
I used to go to bars AND when I used to drink (Which I gave up a few years ago) Everything was all fun in the beginning, but then it got old. We’d start off at the bars and clubs, then a group of us would head to an after hours club. I don’t know why it was allowed to be open until 3:00A.M., while every bar in my state had to be closed at 2:00A.M.
Anyway, the bar was a real shit hole. Drunkin’ fights all the time. Riff-raff coming in and out from the four surrounding towns. But, it was the place to go, if you were cool,..like me. ?Lol. Seriously, though, they would only allow certain people in, and it wasn’t because some people were too drunk,..like they, quote unquote, ‘stated’ on the numerous wall and door signs. They didn’t care if you could light everyone’s cigarettes with one match and your breath.. They were looking for HOT girls, and frankly, HOT guys. I guess I fit that mold, whatever. Haha.
We’d always go there because the “who’s who” of all the clubs showed up there. Plus, we thought we were so cool. I can’t say this enough, everyone was drunk. Really. The rumor around town was that the place was run by the mafia. The cops would actually sit in their cars in the parking lot. Not to entrap people. No, they’d see you staggering out of there. Even wave to you, waving at them, as you start your car, completely inebriated. No, they were just looking for fights.
So, there was this hot piece of ass. Her name was Kayla. A lot of guys had their eyes on her. Including me. If you know me, I follow the ass, and Kayla had a tight fucking ass. So, even though she was always out and about with her friends, her and I always seemed to meet up at this place. She resembled Scarlett Johansson, or, at least, she reminded me of her..We knew each other’s names, and liked to grind on the dance floor, and go out to early, early, breakfast with a group of people, and things like that. We obviously liked to tease each other, but, nothing went any farther , until this particular night.
That night, just like many before, she showed up. Her and her slutty friends (there’s a reason I call them that, that’s an entirely different story), came rolling in, and I was the first person Kayla saw. She came over to whisper something in my ear, she said, “last week, after we left, and I went home, and fell asleep, ..I dreamt about you, Justin…” Then, she winked, turned her head, smiled, and walked away. This made Justin very happy. You know, everyone has those dreams about someone they know, etc. I was just wondering what in the heck it was that I did in her dream. I hope I fucked her. Yes, just that, I hope I fucked her. That’s all that was going through my mind. I hope it was the real me, when I did this fucking that I know she dreamt of. ?Yes, that conclusion, was the only conclusion. I fucked the shit out of her in her dream. I hope I pleasured her? I hope I was good? Was I good? I sure hope I was good. I bet dumbass dream me sucked in bed. That’s why she smirked. Dream Justin was a little-cocked, suck in bed,.. dumbass.
I watched Kayla walking around from across the packed room. She was looking sexy. She had on cut off daisy duke shorts, cowgirl boots, and a tight half top showing her belly button ring, and her nice tan. She was about 5’5”, thin, brown hair with brown eyes. (?). I was never a boob guy, some would say small chested, I would say perfect. (? yep) Her ass in those shorts looked amazing. Filled them out nicely. Very tight ass. Like a drum, tight. You could bounce a quarter off that ass like a super ball.
I wanted Kayla, I am not lying. She was my main focus for the night. Finally, I did a shot that my buddy Paul bought, and I walked over to talk to her. I thought maybe it was the alcohol, but I do believe, she had a look in her eye. A look for me, and me alone. I caught that. Maybe Dream Justin was better than I thought. Who knows..
One thing about clubs or a place like that is that the noise level is so high, you really have to get close to talk. While I’m thinking about, if you ever are trying to talk to someone in a loud room, do your friend a favor. Don’t scream in their ear. Talk, just like you normally would. They will hear you. Perfectly clear…Okay, after I said a few things, and we talked. Got closer to each other, I asked Kayla if she wanted to go outside to get out of the noise. She smiled, I smiled, my dick smiled, the DJ smiled. Everyone in the room smiled. (Sorry, it’s late)
I always park way in the back by the woods where no other cars go, and the cops sitting out front could not see me. It was a little farther away than the regular parking lot, but, I also did this in case I had to pass out and sober up without being disturbed, or yes, I could bring a girl and have some fun without being bothered, once again.
I grabbed Kayla’s hand and we ran through the kitchen and out the back door (no pun intended). We got outside she started skipping with delight. She wasn’t completely drunk, by any means. She was just enjoying the moment. We came up on a little grass hill, where my truck was down the hill in the tree line. She actually got me to roll down that grass hill, like a little kid. Like an idiot. Like, probably the way Dream Justin would do with such douchery. Oh, the things girls will get guys to do.
The grass was already a little wet from dew. She was laughing, I decided to kiss her, while we were lying there in the dark, in the damp grass. You could hear with the faint sound of the bass coming from the bar’s speakers, and the only light shining on us was from the stars and the full moon in the sky. As soon as I kissed her, she aggressively grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. I could tell Kayla was up for anything that night.
I was joking, Kayla was laughing when we got up and started running, holding each other’s hand so we didn’t lose each other in the night. We got to the hood of my truck, and out of no where, I shit you not, Kayla said, “how do you want me, Justin, my dear?”, batting her eyes. She stood there and looked directly at me with a naughty smirk on her face, and took her boots off. She shimmied her shorts down, right there. Took them off, and her panties immediately followed. As soon as I saw this awesome display and the sexy racing stripe above her pussy, I reached out and kissed her, and started to play with her ass with both my hands. She was naked. Kayla pressed closer towards me. I was squeezing her ass with both of my hands. I was immediately hard. I took the fingertips of my index fingers, while squeezing her ass with the rest of my hand, and dabbed the center of her sticky asshole.
She lifted her top up over her breasts. Oh, I was having fun with that ass. Separating her ass cheeks with both my hands, continually flicking her butthole, now, with my middle fingers. Kayla said, “mmm, I heard about you…”. When she said that it kinda made me feel good. Like, wow. I must have a reputation. That’s cool. I guess maybe I did, because I never was a douchebag to any girl that I slept with, or screwed around with. See kids, be nice,..get ass, stay in school, win at life..
Kayla undid my jeans with one hand and reached in to feel my erect cock. She grasped it with her hand and started to jack me off, doing a swirling motion from the tip down to my balls. There wasn’t going to be any foreplay on this night. She just wanted to fuck. Not in my truck. (Ha that rhymed) No, she wanted to, right there, out in the open. Beneath the stars.
She smiled and spun her ass around, and bent at the waist, and stuck her ass in the air, putting her arm on the hood of my truck. Grabbing my dick, by reaching behind her, she slowly started playing with her pussy with my it. Smearing it up and down, getting her pussy wet. Her wetness combined with my pre-cummed cock, she slipped me right in, let out a moan, let go of my cock as if she wanted me to take over. Which I happily obliged.
See, this is the danger of being drunk. You don’t think. I’d much rather pump her ass, than her pussy. Not only does It feel better, to me, but being buzzed it might be better when you have to cum. You don’t have to worry about pulling out in time. If she’s into it, it feels fantastic to empty your balls in her ass. Sometimes, it’s not always a clean getaway, but in the heat of the moment, who cares.
So, I started to pound Kayla good. I could see the soft glow of sweat on her beautiful tanned back and tiny bubble ass. Damn, I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking the girl I purposely go out for. Now, I was in her. Aaannd, out of her, and in her, and out of her,…You get it. I was playing with her ass, spreading her out, finger fucking the hell out of her ass with my thumbs. My knuckle would pop out like anal beads. I so wanted to taste her ass. Maybe another time…
I spit on Kayla’s asshole as she let out an “mmm”, as I began to really get slippery with that ass. I think my dick was doing the trick also because she kept taking her hand off the hood to play with her swollen clit. I could feel her wetness hitting my knees. She felt great. Tight. I loved her whole body with my hands. Touching her everywhere. I love the female body. Anytime I get the chance, I like to feel God’s perfect creation.
I leaned over and started to really do doggy style on her, as I nibbled on her ear and neck, whispering sweet nothing’s in her ear. “Do I feel good in you? How about my middle finger in your ass, do you like that, Kayla? How does it feel when I twist it around in there? What about pulling it out?” I asked, whispering in her ear. She answered with a resounding, “Mmhhmmm.”
I got back into my position and continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy, while I was having fun finger-fucking her ass. Kayla was moaning with pleasure. Some girls love assplay, other girls don’t know they like assplay. Poking my finger in and out of her ass was making her start to wiggle. She wanted it. She wanted me to fuck her ass. Just the thought of me fucking her ass almost made me cum on the spot. Because I kept thinking about all the talks and joking around we had with groups of friends on the subject, and I specifically remember her saying “Not for me, that’s an exit ONLY”,…..Not now. She WANTED it in there. She wanted stretched out. She wanted to feel what it was like to have something go up there, compared to going out of there.
I slowed down my thrusts and then took my cock out of her pussy. I started to fuck her slippery crack of her ass, pushing down on my cock to create some pressure on her asshole, making it dip inside the center, giving the impression that her ass would be able to take it. Her asshole provided enough “speed bumps” on the tip of my dick that it felt so fucking good. Maybe it was the alcohol that seemed to make her sphincter relaxed, not to mention, allow me to enter her there with anything, when she was previously adamant about it. I really couldn’t believe how loose her hole was.
I found out why. Kayla spilled the beans. She told me while I was sliding up and down in her crack, that she has had anal once with a guy, but numerous times when she was alone. She liked fucking her own ass. She was embarrassed to admit it.
After hearing this, I stopped grinding her crack, and took my dripping cock and guided it to the eye of her ass. “Mmm, Oh, God Justin, you know what this girl wants.” Kayla, breathing heavy, said. I could feel her asshole spreading open as I slid in, past her sphincter muscle, and popping the head of my cock into her colon, making her gasp with pleasure.
She started to wiggle her sexy ass, when she began to reach down and rub her clit frantically. I started to go in and out rather slowly until I could feel the muscles deep within her ass give up the fight, allowing me to dig deeper. I was so turned on, it felt so good, fucking her ass. I was pumping her pretty quick when Kayla orgasmed, causing me to stop. She just hunched over, covering her sensitive clit with her hand, taking deep breathes as she let out sounds of pleasure. She didn’t want me to stop. She began slamming her ass into me..I just stood there watching the glistening of her sweat on her back moving along with her, while hearing and feeling her ass slap up against my thighs. God she felt incredible.
I spit on my shaft giving me just the amount of lube I needed to take this over the finish line. I followed Kayla’s rhythm and pistoned even faster, and harder in and out of her tunnel. I love fucking girls in the ass that love it. Hearing them moan to an anal orgasm is so climatic. I reached down, and stretched her ass out more with my thumbs, along side my dick going in and out. One thing I didn’t necessarily like was having very little light. I wanted to see her pinkish-red anus showing itself on the sides with my thumbs.
Kayla was so opened up. So gaped. I think she was able to tell that I was nearing climax, by the speed and how vocal I was. Mmmm, Justin.. you gonna cum in my ass, baby? You gonna shoot your load deep in me? Cum in me baby, cum in me..”. With that, I shot a stream of my hot lava into her open cave, deep, in her cave.. “AHHH! Ahh…ahhh”, I continued to shoot load after load. Shit, I loved cumming in her forbidden rearend. That sexy ass I have checked out so many nights before.. and here I was, leaving her my DNA deep inside her intestine somewhere.
Kayla stood up, as I wrapped my arms around her sexy little body and pumped a few more times while my cock was still hard. I felt like I was lifting her off the ground each time I did that.
Some of my cum began to come out of the sides of my dick, from her ass, and her ass was spilling out whatever foreign entity was in her. I pulled out, her ass was queebing, causing us both to start laughing. I was exhausted. I just grabbed her tighter and tackled her into the grass. The damp grass actually felt good on our hot bodies on that humid night. We got up, and decided to fall asleep in back seat of my truck and hold each other for the brief sexual encounter we just had.
So, lying there, spooning her, I asked Kayla if I was better in real life. If I was better than the notorious Dream Justin. She just looked at me and laughed. “What?, ‘Was I as good as Dream Justin? ‘“Kayla reiterated what I said….”No, Justin. I didn’t dream of you having SEX with me. I just said I had dreamt about you. Haha. You were serving us dinner in my dream! We weren’t doing ANY of this! Haha!”…..”Ohh.” I said. I put my head down, smiled, and fell asleep, until we woke up an hour or two later, when the sun came up, and I drove her home. We both were laughing about what we JUST did. We had a good time…”
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