Happy Accidents, pt. 1 [M/F][Age Gap][Unprotected][Condom Removal][Oral][Vaginal][Creampie]

I can’t __fucking__ believe it. The one time, __ONE TIME__ I don’t have my phone charged, no charger in my car, of course it dies, and I run out of gas! I can hear my dad now, “_You’re going to college next month young lady, you should be more responsible_,” bleh! This is _bullshit_! So I procrastinate a few things, like refilling my tank. Or homework. Or submitting college applications. I’m busy! Now I’ve gotta walk who knows _how_ far to civilization to get a little cannister of gas. Why did Melissa have to live so far away? And why did I have to forget to bring a change of clothes for after the pool party?! Oh well, maybe the two piece swimsuit will help me get a ride back to my car.

_Fucking_ Melissa, boyfriend stealing __whore__! Wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for her. Or my idiot _ex_, Brad! Walked in on them just in time to see her slide herself down his meaty pole. She moaned, looking _right at me_ as it disappeared into her. I was just awestruck, standing there watching my former best friend riding my boyfriend in her parents’ _living room_, our friends outside __at the pool__! He came inside her as I watched, shocked at the betrayal, still standing there, so I just stormed out. I was so angry that I took the long way home to try to clear my head, losing track of time and what little gas I still had.

I start walking, sandals flopping against my feet, flimsy skirt blowing in the hot wind. There’s a big house off in the distance, maybe I can flash my puppy dog eyes, and pout a bit, get some help. If not, I could flash something else… Maybe offer my ‘services’ along the way as a recently legal teen? The idea has me getting wet, rage still coursing through me as I picked up the pace.

The sun was just setting as I arrived at the house. I brush my red hair back over my shoulder, and prepare to meet the people here. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail today, but I typically like letting it roll down my back, with a little of it flowing over a shoulder and down one breast. It shines spectacularly in the right light, and is just a little curly. I have sea green eyes, and light freckling around my nose. My fair, almost pink skin needs sunscreen any time I go outside – the _only_ thing I hate about summer. Sweat was glistening over my barely covered features, the skimpy blue bikini hardly covering more than my nipples. My breasts were full c-cups, most of my girlfriends couldn’t even help looking from time to time. I had a sexy tummy, pierced navel dipping in slightly between my abs. My legs were long, and slightly muscular, with thick thighs sprouting from my hips. My ass was round after years of strength and conditioning for volleyball, arms toned for the sport. All this is what _stupid fuckface_ Brad was throwing away for Melissa. And she couldn’t even spike the ball! I may only be 5′, but my legs could power me up high enough to smash that ball into anyone. Not to mention what else my legs and core could do. Total _freak in the sheets_! But not for __Brad__! Not any more, no sir-ee! 

I ring the doorbell in a huff, almost forgetting why I was there. The house is huge! Several cars line the circle driveway, and a massive garage is connected off to the right. Ornate stonework decorates the entire building, making it look like a modern day castle. The door itself is about ten feet tall, and looks like it’s made of steel with intricate glass at eye level. After a few moments someone answers the door. Not an older person, as I was expecting, but someone who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties? 

“Thank _God_, you’re here!” he exclaimed seeing the tiny bikini at my chest, “For a moment, I thought we’d forgotten to order a girl for the night!”

I wasn’t really sure if he was joking, or being sarcastic, but he led me inside nonetheless. As he pulled me in I could see a gathering of twelve men, plus the one pulling me along makes thirteen. Looks like they’re having a party, one guy at the center is being made fun of with what sounds like inside jokes. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air, and everyone is laughing a bit too hard as the guy guides me in by the shoulders.

“The guest of honor’s, _guest of honor_ has arrived!” he says boastfully.

What am I supposed to be, a stripper? Not much to strip _out_ of… Blood rushes to my face as I blush deeply, all too aware of the eyes on my very exposed, young body, surrounded by men.

“Not sure I’ve ever seen such a nervous hooker!” One of the guys says. They all laugh, another pipes up, “I’ve never seen one so young,” “Or hot!” offers another.

They all cheer and some clap at that, I bite my lip reflexively and cross my arms under my breasts. The position pushes them together, making the men even more boisterous at such an ‘innocent hooker.’ The man who brought me in guides me to the person at the center of the party, pushing me into him roughly. 

We fall into a chair together, and he puts his arm around me somewhat protectively as we come crashing down together. My legs are around him, straddling him as I end up in his lap. My hands hold the cushion of the leather chair over his shoulders, causing my breasts to grind against his collared shirt, and shake just beneath his chin. His right arm wraps around my back, holding me steady in the chair as we gain our composure, the other gripping his whiskey. Not a drop spilled, impressive.

My face is above his, looking down at this man supporting my body. He has short, sandy brown hair, and a clean shaven baby face. He could _almost_ pass for a high schooler, but the age marks around his eyes kinda give it away. Kind blue eyes look up into mine, and he smiles at me. The hand behind me is almost as wide as my whole back, strong arms sprout from his shoulders. I assume he works construction, tanned skin from countless hours outside cover his arms and face.

_They called me a hooker? I could be into that for this guy. Maybe just this once. Who’s to know?_ The thoughts swirl in my mind as I lean in and kiss him, the others whistling and hollering, cheering their friend on in his artificial conquest. 

“Should we go somewhere _more private_?” I ask, his chin in my hand. He nods, and lifts me off the chair, abandoning his drink  which clinks to the floor. He carries me off into a bedroom to the cheers of his friends, my skirt drifting off my body as we go.

He sets me on the bed, a thick comforter covering the king sized mattress. Two lamps on nightstands illuminate the room, a dresser with a portrait mirror against the wall next to the bed, one huge, flat screen TV mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. There’s a small hallway off to one side leading to a bathroom and walk in closet – apparently the master bedroom. He pulls his shirt up over his head, revealing light hair over his muscular chest. I crawl over and help with the belt holding his pants, and let them fall to the ground. He walks to the nightstand, opens the drawer and pulls out a box. I peer over and see him taking a condom out. _That’s right_, I think, _I’m supposed to be a hooker! He’s probably not wanting to take even the slightest chance of knocking me up._ Unexpected relief washes into me. I’m not the _best_ at staying on top of my birth control. 

“Not for nothing,” he says, “but I can’t risk contracting anything. You understand.”

_Oh. He thinks I have STDs. That’s a bit insulting, but at least I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant from this quickie._ I slide my bottoms off and say, “Yeah, totally.”

His boxers slide down revealing his manhood to me. I’ve seen _boys_ before, but there’s something different about __Men__. This one wasn’t _super_ long, about eight inches. But the width, it was jaw dropping. Looked like it was at least as thick as my arm! He looked at my reaction and smirked.

“Must be quite the dick, if it can make the hooker drool over it.”

I giggled a bit, trying to sound confident. The only ‘experience’ I had was with my ex, what’s-his-face, and we only did it a few times. “Want some help with that?” I asked, reaching for the condom.

He smiled, and handed it to me. I opened the wrapper, trying to remember how to put one one. I _have_ done this before, but I’m a bit distracted by the girth of the cock at my face as I sit at the edge of the bed, my legs to either side of its owner. My mind is drawing a bit of a blank. He reaches his hand down and slides a meaty finger over the thin patch of fabric covering my slick pussy. I moan softly at the touch, wishing they would go deeper. His other hand pulls at my bikini, revealing my hard nipples to him.

“_Beautiful_,” he whispers breathlessly as my tits swing free from their captivity. He pinches a nipple between two rough fingers, and I can’t _believe_ how close to orgasm I already am! I seriously just want to throw this fucking latex shit away and just take him raw! But, appearances. And I can’t go risking it with someone I just stumbled into, right? Besides, I would really prefer to have my first unprotected time with someone special, _’Brad’. Fuckface. So glad I never felt your bare meat inside me. Well, my pussy anyway_.

I finally fumble the condom onto his thick cock, the veins still feeling amazing against my hand even through the thin, lubricated material, and I lick at the covered head. He moans softly at the contact, and I remove the elastic from my hair, allowing it to flow freely from its ponytail. He puts his hands at my head and guides his covered cock into my mouth. I gag at the intrusion, but take him as best I can. My tongue slides around the material, gliding along the lump running from the base to the head of his cock. It bulged with each thrust into my mouth, and I picture his cum waiting to flood me at any moment. My hand flies between my legs, slipping beneath my tiny thong before fingers enter me wetly while I suck at the latex covered cock. He thrusts quickly, almost urgently, his grip on my hair tightening as my fingers dig into me, searching for an orgasm. I wonder who will cum first, will he actually finish in my mouth, when a dripping wet pussy is right here in front of him?

He rails into me, holding tight with his cockhead just beyond the entrance to my throat. _I’ve never taken anyone here before!_ My breath is cut, my hands flail at my sides in surprise, one covered in my wetness. I bring a hand to his hip, another to his ass and grasp it firmly. Then I feel it. A hard pulse, then another. His cock twitches and spurts in my mouth, warmth pooling in my throat. He grunts as he holds my head against his pelvis, jerking lightly as his manhood ejects its payload into me. My tongue slithers wetly against it, trying to milk the seed from him, my lips locked around him. He finally begins pulling away, hands still firmly at my head, fingers tangled in my silky red hair.

My mouth continues sucking as he slides out, slurping at his throbbing shaft. It emerges with a soft ‘pop,’ and _no condom_. I smile at him and pull the cum filled object from my mouth, a little of his load coating my tongue and lips. He raises an eyebrow at me as I swallow and lick the mess from my lips. His strong hands push me prone on the bed, his erection instantly returning at the display. I giggle my excitement as the bed rushes up to greet me, and let a moan flutter from my lips when I feel his coarse hands slide my damp thong down a quivering pair of legs. 

A chime sounds in his pants and he checks his smart watch. He looks at me a little puzzled, then lifts my legs with his strong hands cupping the back of the knees. My ankles hang over his back as his face approaches my elevated pussy.

“The real hooker arrived,” he says, “so who are you?”

Apparently not afraid of dirty strangers, he pushes his face into my groin, tongue sinking into my wet folds. I moan loudly as he eats me, moving his face side to side to plunge himself deeper into my wetness. My hands reach his hair, pulling him into me. I dare him to make me cum as he pulls back and begins lapping at my pink pussy, swirling his tongue expertly around my hardening clit and along my flowering lips. He slurps at my flowing juices, then sinks his tongue back into me. Just as I’m about to reach my blissful climax he pulls away, letting a leg fall and climbs onto the bed with me. His hard cock glides up my aching pussy, then back down, getting slick with its lubricant.

“I’ll pump you full if you don’t tell me who you are,” he asks again, an air of seduction to his voice.

“Oh, fuck yes,” is all I can say in the moment, the thought of taking that wonderful cock in all it’s glory, feeling it push against my deepest places and unload the rest of his dominant seed into me sets my body on fire. I spasm a little in his hands as my orgasm builds, _just one touch away_. I bite my lip in anticipation, begging him to do it, fill me with his staff, and __use me__.

“If you say so,” he says with a lusty grin, lining the head up with my tight entrance and guiding it in with his thumb.

My head falls back and I groan in raw pleasure as it stretches my velvety tunnel, inch after inch forcing its way into me. His thumb moves up and slides around my clit as he continues stuffing me, pushing me over the edge. The walls of my pussy contract as my eyes roll back, making his progress into me more difficult. My body spasms hard, legs quivering and breasts shaking on my compressed chest. His thumb continued rubbing against my clit as juices flowed from my tightening organ. A trembling moan escaped my mouth as he finished sinking his full length into me, his thick shaft massaging my silky interior in a way I never even knew was possible. He stayed rooted in place, savoring the feeling of my pussy gently sucking at his cock through my climax. His face lowered onto me, mouth latching around my erect nipple. His hips swayed side to side, grinding the buried probe into my constricting folds, the added movements and stimulation pushing my orgasm deeper, driving it higher.

An uncontrolled cry left my throat, piercing the room. One of my hands went to his back, raking my manicured fingernails down roughly. The other went to my own head, tangling in my hair as my eyes clenched shut, my face contorted in agonized pleasure. He pulled back slowly, one amazing inch leaving my depths before plunging back in. The moan from my mouth accompanying his motion was as sudden as it was loud. His next withdrawal was longer, two maybe three inches dragging out of me, then once again wetly gliding all the way back in. I moaned again, “_fuck_” managing to form at my lips on the way out. He pulled his thickness out more quickly, and even further. Over halfway out it went, and all the way back in it returned. A half moan, half scream filled the air, my breast coming free from his mouth as he began a proper rhythm. His slow fucking was done, apparently thinking my body was used to the magnitude of this thing splitting me in half. 

My orgasm _had_ begun to subside, but was building up again as he thrusted in and out as only a well experienced man could. _Well, maybe some experienced women, too, but that might be something to try later. Did he say the hooker was here?_ He put my legs up, ankles on his shoulders, and took my arms in his hands. His knees were next to my hips in this position. As he pounded at my still spasming pussy he began pulling firmly, but not enough to hurt. My upper body lifted from the bed under the pressure, and he was able to pull out almost fully, only the head of his bare cock still inside before plunging all the way back in to the base, his balls slapping against my ass. I could watch him penetrating me from this angle, the reddened lips of my pussy spreading as he pulled out, then wrapping back around him as he pushed back into me. I hoped it felt even half as good for him as it did for me, and I didn’t even know the guy! He released his grip on my arms, letting me fall limply back to the bed as he held my round ass in his muscled hands. His rate increased, fingers digging into my fleshy backside.

“You’re so __tight__, and ___warm___. Fuck, you feel good!” he grunted while rubbing my ass, his cock working in and out of my wetness.

“_You have no idea…_” I said absently, on the verge of another orgasm, my hand on its way to my clit to help rub it out.

“__I’m gonna make you a mommy!__” He shouted, just before burying himself deep, his weighty balls resting on my elevated ass.

My fingers stopped just above my pelvis, hand basically over my womb as the words hit. I became aware of the game we were playing, and the _bare meat_ deep inside of me as I felt it pulse. _How strong does the muscle responsible for shooting sperm have to be for me to feel it shoot into me?_ His thumb pressed and slid around my clit, and my orgasm crashed over me, despite myself. My mouth opened, a sweet, yet surprised moan singing a duet with his grunts as his manhood pumped his potent load as deep into me as it could. My convulsing body and contracting pussy would help it along, drawing every last drop of his seed out, and further into me as it searched for one – _or more_ – of my eggs. He kept my butt elevated while his sperm drained into me, stimulating my clit the whole time. My legs fell from around his head, and wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. As he collapsed onto me, his orgasm subsiding, I closed both arms around him, and nibbled at his ear. My legs remained around him as my own climax faded, my spasming body slowly steadying.

“That was amazing,” he said into my neck, kissing my throat. His rough hand groped at my naked breast, causing me to twitch post-orgasmicly.

“Five minute break, and we can go again?” I asked, not wanting to be done with my first excursions into the adult sex world. The worry of the unprotected cock that just flooded me had dissipated, and my body began to desire _more_.

“I’m pretty spent right now, but there’s _twelve other guys_ waiting for their chance with you, I’ll bet.”

I looked at the door, thinking about my options. I really _just_ needed some gas, maybe a trip to the gas station and a lift back to my car. I’ve already had some amazing (unprotected) sex, _probably_ shouldn’t keep it up. But now that I’m already going, what’s the harm in another? If the hooker is still here, maybe we can get something interesting going. I sit up, tender from that wonderful filling and stumble into the bathroom. 

After cleaning myself up a bit, and the feeling returning to my legs I go back to the bed and find the man still naked on his belly, sound asleep. I run my hand along the scratch marks I had made, and kiss his cheek. Finally, I turn around, take a couple of deep breaths and make my way to the door. I turn the handle and open it, walking back out into the rest of the house, leaving my skimpy blue bikini on the bedroom floor. _Here’s to new adventures!_

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