“*Hey, Lucy.*”
“Hey.”
I greeted him (we’ll call him Eric) as he took the empty seat beside me on the bus, a kind smile flashing across my black painted lips.
He and I had only spoken a few times throughout high-school and then through college but we were already on a first name basis, talking as if we hung out regularly. But I knew he wasn’t the sociable type – neither was I in all honesty.
Perhaps that’s what our connection was?
Two hapless loners, our mere presence gripping the other in this thick fog of weird sexual tension that seemed to float about us, connecting through how oddly pathetically lonely we were…
or maybe it was the mystery. No one else hung out with him, or hardly anyway – he does say ‘hello’ to some people but not to the same degree. What *we* had — was special. Or maybe we were just horny 18 year olds who knows?
But then the nagging thought comes back to me:
‘*why does everyone avoid him?*’
‘*why does he avoid everyone else?*’
“How was your day?” I asked, clearing my throat a bit as I turned to face him, the bus rumbling against my back which I pressed against the window.
“*It was alright,*” he returned the smile with a shrug, placing his backpack between his long legs which this cramped bus just wasn’t suited for,”* same old, you?*”
“Ah, you know.” I rested my head against my knuckle, elbow against the narrow window ledge as I took this moment to admire the man across from me.
He wasn’t outrageously handsome or anything – *well*… I tell a lie, I thought he was anyway. Perfect for me. Sharp, angular facial features and dark ringed eyes… which were blue by the way.. he had the most gorgeous blue eyes. Oh how i’d get lost in them when he’d talk. And he did like to talk, even though it exhausted his social battery greatly to do so.
“It was ok, got a fuck tonne of assignments to do now – I swear a new one gets added to the pile every day…” I rolled my emerald coloured eyes playfully as he met my remark with a relatable chuckle.
“*Yeah~ same..*”
His hand brushed the back of his neck as he too turned a little to face me properly, his leather jacket rustling slightly as he did so.
God. Those little things… do you ever get that? Those little things a lover or someone you like does that just drive you wild? And the worst part is they’re the most tame, most innocent things, so you end up thinking you’re either insane or plain dirty. Maybe I just liked his hands, the visible veins that ran below the surface of his skin, the length of his fingers, the way he adorned each digit with it’s own ornate ring…
“*Not that I’m going to do any of them that is — speaking of which, doing anything tonight?*”
I had kind of spaced out at this point so I released a rather embarrassing,” HNUH?” Which, too, was a bit too loud. I blinked my way out of my smitten gaze and cleared my throat again, shaking my head as I noticed his smile widen into a knowing smirk. Dirty bastard.
“Sorry!- uh, n-nothing, I’m not doing anything. Certainly none of my assignments..” I grinned awkwardly, my jaw-length, fluffy hair falling out from behind my ear.
“I mean, I might try to get *one* done; I doubt I’ll get far..” i trailed off again, my eyes darting down his sleek physique.
“Why?”
“*Oh – No reason, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out or something… I need to get out of the house for a bit is all.*” he bashfully states, playing with the hair on the side of his head now he watches me squirm in my seat. There was no way he didn’t know the effect he had on me.
“Oh right?” I almost scoffed, giggling almost at an obnoxious level,” you, Mr. Leave Me Alone, want’s to hang out?” I teased, an evil grin capturing my face as I let my excitement get the better of me.
He simply rolled his eyes, his smile not fading as he definitely knew this was me trying to regain what little balance in dominance I had.
“Sure — why not,” I then shrugged, pursing my lips to try and control my smirk,” want to come back to my place? Got pizza and shit, can go doss about the park too if you fancy?” I suggested.
In one smooth movement, I swung my legs up off the floor, raising my heavy combat boots up onto the seat, laying my long legs across his lap. I could feel his warmth radiating through our jeans. He seemed to accept it, a hand coming down to rest on my knee.
“*Sure! Pizza sounds good,*” He nodded,”*I’ve got some — w e e d — in my bag if you want to share it?*” he lowers his voice at the mention of the forbidden plant. My face lit up, I had just ran out of my own stash so to hear he had some – RIGHT NOW – was like God coming down and handing it to me himself.
“Fuck. Yes.” I said definitively, my hand holding up my head moving to do a pointing gesture. Biting my bottom lip, I stifled an excitable laugh.
“We’ll relax at mine a minute then head down to the park if that’s the case…”
he gave a nod of confirmation.
“*Pizzas after then, I’m guessing?*”
A squeeze on my thigh brought my attention to the fact that his hand had slid up my leg while we had been chatting. I instantly found my heart in my throat once I realised – my breath drawing short. Our physical interaction never really exceeded past a light brushing or a friendly punch to the shoulder – that ones usually me dishing a thump out to him.
“Mhm~” I released my lip from between my teeth slowly, watching his eyes carefully as I sighed happily,” once we’ve *worked up an appetite*.”
<>
And so we did.
Heading back to my place, we hung out momentarily, waiting for at least the sun to begin setting before heading back out. Thankfully, my parents were out so the two of us could reign over my house with no one to cast judging stares. My parents weren’t ever really fond of me… or any boy or , lately, girls i’ve brought around. Regardless if they’re a romantic partner or simply my friend.
Getting the pizzas out ready, i left them on the side and headed out with him to the park. We had similar tastes in music, movies and particularly clothing. He in his leather jackets and jeans and I in my black overcoat and combat boots.
We sat on top of the hill which I lived by, the cold wind sweeping down through the empty expanse of green that lay between us and the play ground by the road adjacent.
He provided the weed, I rolled and we shared the blunt, enjoying it to the sight of the setting sun which cascaded the sky in a variety of oranges, blues, reds and then a very nice deep purple before fading into darkness. We must have been sat there no less than an hour and a half but it felt so much longer. Especially since we were now high as fuck.
We talked back and forth about a variety of things while my phone placed between us played music softly, a queue we both took turns adding to.
Once the sun had finally disappeared over the pines, I found myself leaning against him, my right hand resting on his thigh with my body slumped comfortably against his side.
“I am…. so *fucking* high right now…” I announced, to which he replied with a deep laugh that resonated through his broad chest.
“*Yeahhhh…. me too…*” he said.
My eyes felt so heavy and I was positive his were too, especially from what I know about his sleep schedule.
That’s when I felt it. His dick pressing up through the material on the leg of his jeans against my hand. It felt hot, almost engorged. I had to imagine it was painful from the way it strained and pressed against my hand – which, by the way, seemed to have a mind of its own as it was now idly stroking the said bulge, teasing it.
There was tense silence for a moment…
“You*you*okay*okay*with*with*this?*this?*” we both said simultaneously, my thundering heart in my ears was finally interrupted as we both burst out laughing.
He wheezed under me, unable to catch his breath as the weed has left him winded, laughing in the sexiest manner.
I never thought I’d find a laugh sexy, didn’t think it was possible but god, he sounded so charming and handsome with his deep, melodious voice…
I grinned, pressing my face into his shoulder as I sighed loudly and promptly gave his dick an affectionate squeeze which coaxed out a little grunt. Looking up at him now, we both realised this is what we needed.. what we wanted. I wanted him to fuck me, and he needed to feel me the same.
With that, I leaned up and kissed him, smudging my black lipstick on his cheek and then onto his lips, desperately…
He reciprocated the kiss, turning slightly to cradle my cheek in his hand as our lips interlocked, tongues intertwining. It was cold and he was warm, my body knew what it needed.
For a moment we stayed there like that, making out on the bench, groping each other through our clothes in the darkness of the unlit park.
He seemed to like my tits a lot. Perhaps it was the nipple piercings poking through the fabric of my shitty bra.
“God…” I emitted a quiet moan as the kiss was finally broken, our hot breath creating clouds of steam which moved with the soft breeze which rustled the trees.
I had to admit, he had me drooling.
“Let’s — get back…”
<> **Fun Bit** <>
We basically sprinted back to my place, laughing and giggling as we chased each other down my street. I stumbled as we went, the high really affecting me in the fresh air, filling me with energy. We poked and prodded at each other, and I even surprised him with a grab of his rather nice ass.~
After almost falling through the door, the idea of pizza was tossed to the side as we threw ourselves at each other. Tumbling onto the living room floor, I scrambled to quickly assert a position on top of him, shoving my palm against his shoulder to push him back down before he could change the tide of dominance. Straddling him proper, I grinned goofily down at him and he up at me, my right hand moved and I placed the tip of my index finger against the tip of his nose. I lightly squished it before dragging it down over his lips, soft and supple, and hooking it into his mouth.
I released a giddy moan as he obliged my silent request, sucking on my black painted fingers.
In gratitude I pushed my plump ass back against his waist, applying pressure against his very obviously large dick.
Sinking down a little, I kissed along his face, predominantly his jawline, as I made my way down his neck. I bit and sucked on the main nerve endings which ran down his neck, areas I know rather through thorough practice although none of it has been with this GOD. I dragged my tongue up his neck finally, back up to his ear which I bit aggressively, growling too as I did so. He held back no noise so all I heard was nothing but feedback, his moans were music to my ears.
Once I was satisfied with the number of hickeys i had left on his neck; We stripped each other hungrily. Tossing off my coat, he grabbed the hem of my turtleneck and pushed it up over my tits for me to pull it off the rest of the way, releasing my plump 38 DDs, adorned in a cheap lacy bra.
In turn, we wriggled that jacket off him and then his flannel shirt, revealing his body to me for the first time. He was skinny as fuck but firm abs still lay under me to caress and enjoy. And enjoy them I did.
For a moment we groped at each other. My tits fit perfectly in his large hands which grabbed and lightly tugged on my ornate nipple piercings, his cold rings stinging against my flesh as he lovingly cupped both tattas. I felt wanted.
I was all flushed, hot and breathing heavy with an open mouth. I swear I would have been drooling if I was any higher.
“*get up*.”
Is all I hear and I obey, despite fighting for my place on top of him his words were enough to make my dumb, high, horny ass move from my throne. We stood and he took me by the wrist, leading me upstairs.
I could barely speak I was so out of it, all I knew was that I wanted him in any which way I could get him so I simply pointed to my room and in we went.
Despite how skinny his 6′ frame was, he had no issue tossing my 5’9 dumbass around. Pushing me onto the bed, he was quicker to take control now that we were surrounded by my collection of squishy pillows and soft bed sheets.
I writhed like a bitch in heat as he took his turn grabbing me and kissing me. Starting at my lips, he took a firm hold of my jaw and smooched me as I whined, drool stringing off our lips as I felt his other hand unbutton my jeans, the pressure leaving my midsection. His lips proceeded down my neck as I could do nothing but hold his shoulders and stare at the ceiling with hooded eyes. I shivered under every kiss, his little bites driving me wild as I knew I’d look in the mirror in the morning to see the myriad of hickeys this man had left me.
My chest heaved, rising and falling deeply as he made his way down them, making sure to bite and tease my nipples too before continuing on down my flat stomach. His touch was godly, everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I felt my jeans begin to wiggle off my hips and I instinctively raise my hips and wiggle as well, aiding Jack in yanking my jeans off my smooth, tender legs to reveal the second part of my underwear set.
“*Fuck..*”i hear him groan before I promptly felt a nose jab against the smooth run way down to my pussy, my body arching and causing his ringed hand to slide off my jaw and onto my slender throat which he gripped firmly.
His tongue pressed against my sex through my already soaked panties, eagerly beginning his meal as he wasted no time at all. I moaned gratefully as his tongue pleasures me, my panties soon following that of my jeans – flying across the room for his unhindered access to my pussy, dripping with appreciation.
His tongue worked wonders on me, drawing circles around my clit and teasing my gushing entrance while his hand closes around my neck, pressing on the sides. I could do little more than buck my hips, my spit frothing through gritted teeth as I struggled to contain myself, unable to process the overwhelming amount of signals I was receiving.
“*Oh Fuck*!” I cry out as I found myself already so close to cumming, and cum I did – my body convulsed violently as my hands took a firm hold of his fluffy hair, yanking him against my pussy as I hit my climax so early. My abdomen screamed with the tension and its release, a mixture of pain and intense pleasure coursing throughout me.
I must have blacked out momentarily as it seemed that within that same second Jack was already on top of me, his now naked dick pressing against my thigh. Stars filled my vision as I gazed down at his fucking totem pole, he was huge. Almost ridiculously so. This dark haired, skinny son of a bitch had been hiding nine inches from me this entire fucking time. How is this mother fucker a loner? Honestly, his size terrified me.
“*ah- ah fuck…*”i giggle and lightly pet his cheek which had a very clear scratch mark along his jawline,” I’m so sorry, did I do that..?~” I heard myself slur as I pulled him down for another light kiss as we seemed to be taking a moment. I could taste myself on his lips as he accepted my apology but I wasn’t listening. “Good boy~”.
Coming down off his face, my smooth hands found their place on his dick, gingerly petting it momentarily as we share a romantic gaze before then firmly grasping this monster. He throbbed appreciatively.
I swear, in my stoned state, I could feel every cell in his dick shift and every vein swell under my touch as I began stroking it, teasing the shaft and the engorged, almost purple head. Hot precum covers my fingers which then spread the liquid along his juicy shaft, not to mention paying close attention to his particularly heavy balls when my fingers slid down their way, cupping them lightly while the other hand continued to pump.
“E-Eric..” I panted, and his eyes flicked up from my tits to meet mine, glowing with a deep, burning lust.
“*y-yeah?*”
“Fuck me.. please… i *need* you…” I felt my heart slide back into my throat as I pushed down on his shaft lightly, guiding it towards my pussy. I had to shift my hips slightly to get the angle right but once I did… *Oooo~* but once I did I was at the gates of heaven. The throbbing head of his cock jammed up against my drenched entrance like a fucking battering ram, ready to tear me in two.
He didn’t answer, he only obeyed. Sitting up a bit, he spat on his shaft and used my pussy juices to lube himself up a but before taking a firm hold on my hips. I tried to take deep breaths but my high was fucking with the pattern and I was soon thrown off track as he thrusted, pushing his wide head in through my entrance.
My insides burned momentarily as I gasped, my back lurching upwards as I felt him continue, pushing slowly… inch by inch his shaft disappeared inside me and inch by inch I felt like I had just eaten a full course meal.
I clawed his perfect chest, slapped his abs, tore my pillow and gripped my hair… all in an attempt to cope with his impressive size which was now balls deep inside me. I felt so full. I could feel him throb and swell inside me, taking the moment to allow me to adjust but I knew I would never be able to cope with this extreme pleasure. I’d never taken anything so big.
Thats when his hips started to move. My eyes rolling back as those hips rolled smoothly, rocking back and forth, deep long strokes to itch that very deepest part of me that desperately needed it. His hips slapped against my waist with every thrust, holding me by the throat with his various signet rings pressing into my tender, bruised flesh.
I was breathless, completely and utterly speechless as every rock of his hips knocked the very breath from my chest. I could do little more than moan, moan like a fucking whore. My one hand gripped the wrist of the hand that held my neck while the other, my left, held his shoulder, my nails digging in as I desperately held on for dear life as his deep thrusts kissed my cervix, pounding me senseless.
“*oh fuck — *YES*” I cry out as I cum a second time, not quite passing out but stars fill my vision once more.
This was everything I needed and more.
Minutes pass as this man continues to ravage my cervix, his hand gracing my cheek now and again with sharp slaps which sent me reeling towards my next orgasm, my eyes watering and rolling in their sockets as his rings knock me senseless, the odd one lightly cutting my skin on my cheekbone.
I was in fucking heaven… or it might have been hell but i didn’t give a shit.
Minutes pass and my hands are roaming his impeccable body, his chest, his broad shoulder, clawing his biceps and neck.. his abs and finally round to his back. Whimpering like a slut, I dragged my nails down his muscular back like any lover does.
Now, I must make it clear that Eric is still in his jeans, fucking me with his button and fly undone so they’re basically hanging onto his ass at this point.
So when my hands slide down to affectionate grab his ass – they find a little more than just that. A hard object obstructs my path. In my daze I couldn’t quite make out what it was as his hips piston into me violently. My fingers trace the outline gently as the object presses into my lover’s back.
It took me a second but as soon as I clasped the object – it hit me. Releasing it hurriedly, my hands retreat to his sides. My demeanour didn’t change but my mind was now racing – why the fuck does this son of a bitch have a gun tucked into the back of his jeans?
I could hardly lie, i felt my insides clench down around him, my body shivered out of a mixture of fear and delight. It horrified me to know what was there but at the same time – I felt so much hornier for it.
It felt *BAD*. *WRONG* almost… and I fucking loved it.
Suddenly, I hear him say something but I couldn’t quite make it out over the loud slapping of our hips, the ringing in my ears and our deep, heavy breathing. Opening my eyes, I must have looked so dazed – so confused as I gaze up at him, seeing his bloodshot, dark eyes gazing back down at me. His hips slow and he repeats himself before I can give him another ‘*HUH?*’.
“*Roll… Over*” he commands and I obey. His dick slides out of me with a loud pop and I squeal, hurrying to lay face down ass up for him so he can refill that massive hole he’s left in my heart. But not after a few sharp spanks that is, leaving my asscheeks red… and raw.
“Such a… ah~ tease!~”
I moan out and I’m promptly silenced as his shaft makes it’s way back home against my cervix, deep within me. I clutch the nearby pillows to my chest and rock my hips, bouncing myself back against his every thrust. They may have been a tad slow but *fuck* were they deep. They were perfect.
I wailed and moaned as he whispered sweet nothings, calling me a “*little slut*” and “*cock drunk*”. A cascade of “*you like that?*” and “*good girl*”s drove me insane. I was in daddy issues heaven.
“H-harder~” i begged, and his deep thrusts somehow got deeper, perhaps it was the force in which he was hitting me from behind or perhaps it was the angle… either way it felt fucking perfect.
My ass ripples against his hips, filling the room with more procession-like slaps with his thrusts, setting the beat for our rhythm.
I drooled messily into my pillow, sensing his cock swell inside me – recognising it as a warning sign.
I was about to protest his choice in location for his cum but I was promptly silenced as his tongue glided up my spine, the hand that had been in my hair yanked hard like I was a horse with reigns, putting me in my place. My knees slipped and I fell down flat on my front, crying out desperately now. Crying out for him to cum in me.
“*FUCK* , cum in me, Daddy! Do it~ i Don’t care! *fucking cum in this pussy!*”
I had completely lost my mind. In our drunken state neither of us was using protection and I had failed to let him know about that fact. But I didn’t care. My brain was mush, and his dick made sure of that.
I felt my abdomen tense a fourth time now as he slammed himself against my gspot, causing me to squirt a little as he grunts and groans, announcing the climax of my evening:
“*I’m fucking cumming~*”
My eyes roll back hard in my skull as he slams in one final time, his thighs quivering as he pressed me down into the mattress, his mouth centimetres from my ear as he heaves and pants.
I sobbed with joy as my orgasm hit me like a freight train, easily the best one yet. Paired with the intense and filling warmth of his nut now buried inside my pussy, it successfully ended our sesh on a very… very high note.
“Th-thank you…”
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