I’m not saying she deserved it or was asking for it. I’m not the crass. I’m just saying you can’t blame me.
I’ve wanted her for years. I actually met her first and wanted her since that first day. But when my friend met her a few months later he fell in love while I just wanted her body. Don’t get me wrong, we got a long pretty well, at least in short spurts.
There was always a kind of energy between us, a tension built built from the fact that we were both heavy flirts. But we were also both really stubborn, and where she was a decidedly innocent person, I, obviously, am not. Even as a horny 20 year old, I knew things could never work between us.
I just wanted her body. My friend wanted to marry her. So I decided to stay out of his way. “Bros before hoes” and all those other dumb things single boys say.
But the idea of her never left my mind. More often than I’d like to admit I found myself imagining what it would feel like to have my body pressed against hers.
Through all of college, and after when we all got jobs in the same town, I kicked myself for not having taken her when I had the chance. I was the best man at their wedding and god did she look good walking down the aisle.
I think what really broke me though was one night, after they’d been married for several years, my friend and I went out for a beer. We were just talking about life and shit, when he started talking about how great his wife was.
It was actually really sweet. But then he mentioned how wonderful it was when they made love. Yes, he used the words “make love”. Apparently he’d lay her on the bed, lay on top of her and have sweet, gentle sex. Always in missionary. Always gentle. It was like the Kenny G of sex.
I had a hard time controlling my anger as he talked. It wasn’t envy. I was offended. It was such a fucking waste. Like having a Ferrari and only using it to drive to the grocery store.
Let me tell you a bit about this girl. She has a bit of a smaller frame: a cute little ass and moderate breasts. Not like a porn star figure but genuinely sexy all the way around. And she had hips. Hips that just begged to be held tight while she was on all fours.
It was like her body was perfectly designed to be fucked hard and this dude was letting it go to waste with weekly “love making”.
It pissed me off. It was like a work had crawled into my brain. I couldn’t get over the thought. I literally stayed up at night fuming, imagining all the ways a body like hers deserved to be ravished.
It ate at me for months.
Then I got the call. My friend was four days into a two week business trip when the gate to his backyard fence broke. He couldn’t get anyone out to fix it and the dogs kept getting out. It’s not unusual for us to help each other with things like that, and the next day was Saturday, so I told him I’d take care of it.
It ended up being a bigger project than I expected. Three of the fence posts had rotted through at the base. I had to disassemble to panels, dig up the concrete, set new posts, reassemble the panels and build a new gate. It took all day and was just starting to get dark when I finished.
She came out just as I was finishing with a beer in each hand. I’d taken off my shirt while I was working and thrown it on the fence rail. I went to put it back on when I saw her – I guess be a gentleman and all that – but the damn thing had fallen in the mud.
Now when I tell you that you can’t really blame me, I mean it. Here I was, dirty, sweaty and having craved this woman for over a decade and she comes out wearing those 3/4 length yoga pants a sports bra carrying alcohol. She was nearly as sweaty as I was. She said she’d just finished her workout and figured I could use a beer as much as she could.
We stood in the evening half-light, drinking our beer, just chatting. It was probably the first time we’d been alone in years – not purposely, it just kind of works out that way when you grow up, but I was acutely aware of it.
It took about a minute for us to slip into our old flirtatious banter. The tension between us was almost palpable, like a dry winter morning when you know the first thing you touch is going to shock you.
I stood there, trying to pretend like I wasn’t sweaty and shirtless and desperately trying to ignore the fact that she stood inches from me looking like that. And she touched me. I made some joke and she laughed, reached out and put her hand on my arm.
I snapped.
Some chemicals fired in my brain, or something broke inside me. I don’t know. All I know is that the walls I’d worked so hard to maintain for years came crashing down in a heartbeat and I snapped.
I dropped my beer, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I slipped a hand to the small of her back to pull her body against mine and I kissed her.
She froze in utter shock for the longest moment and I got to enjoy the softness of her lips against mine. And then she started to fight me. She tried to pull her head away from me, tried to push me away with both hands, but I was much stronger than her.
She finally pulled her face away enough to say, “We can’t. We are both married.”
I growled, “I don’t care,” and stepped into her, using my body to push her against the fence. I pinned her there and tried to kiss her again but she turned her head. So I kissed her cheek, her jaw, down to her neck. Her skin was flush, and smooth, and a just a bit salty from her sweat. It was incredibly erotic.
I slid my hands down her back and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her tight against me. I’d dreamt so long about how it would feel having her pressed against me like that and it was even better than I’d imagined.
I slid my hands up her sides. She tried to shove my hands away but I was able to push her sports bra up and expose her breasts.
“Stop. Please stop,” she cried.
I ignored her. I kissed circles around her breasts, flicked my tongue over her nipples. I could almost fit her whole gorgeous little tit in my mouth as I sucked on one then the other.
I was pretty focused on what I was doing, to say the least, so when she made a move to push past me I wasn’t ready for it. She was able to creat some space between us but when she went to run our legs got tangled together and we both went to the ground.
I reacted quicker. I jumped on top of her and my mouth was in hers before she could even move. I ground myself into her. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to for so long,” I said.
Fortunately she had come outside barefoot. Otherwise it would have been a lot more difficult to rip her pants off. She kicked and tried to scramble away, but like I said, I’m much stronger than her. I ripped off her pants and pinned her legs to my shoulders. I got up on my knees so she was angled onto her shoulders and couldn’t push away as easily.
God she looked so good at the angle.
I started kissing the inside of her thighs, sucking her skin in between my lips. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to consume every bit of her.
I kissed up her legs until I reached her pussy. She was still fighting against me but not as hard as before. Her entire body shuddered the first time I ran my tongue over her pussy. The reaction was almost more than I could handle.
I buried my face between her legs and ran my tongue between her lips. I found her clit with the flat of my tongue and began swiping my entire head, letting my tongue glide against her clit over and over.
She was soaked almost instantly. I could taste her juices and god damn did she taste good. I honestly don’t know if she had ever been eaten out before. The way her body responded to me – it was like she’d needed that her entire life but hadn’t realized it until that moment.
And god the sounds she made. Equal parts horror and need. I could tell she still desperately wanted to fight me but her body refused. Her legs clamped around my head, pulling me against to harder. Her hips began to buck, almost involuntarily and her entire body clenched.
She made one final plead, “Please god …” before the orgasm overtook her. She quivered and moaned as I lapped at her pussy through her entire orgasm.
When she came down from the peak her entire body relaxed. For a moment I thought she’d actually passed out. I laid her down gently on the ground and started unbuckling my pants. She just laid there quietly as I pushed my jeans down to my knees and leaned over her body.
I slid the tip of my dick between her pussy lips letting her juices cover it before I slowly started to push inside her. Everything inside me screamed to slam myself home in a single thrust but I didn’t want to hurt her … I just wanted her.
I took an agonizing minute to work myself completely inside her. All the fight had left her body and she just let me do it. She had grass sticking out of her hair and her sports bra was still pushed up around her neck. She looked fucking glorious.
I leaned down and started sucking on her tits again as I began to thrust inside her. I made myself go slow at first but that didn’t last long. The more I had of her the more I wanted.
I began thrusting harder and harder. I needed to go deeper. I needed her to take all of me as deeply as I could. I pushed myself up on my knees and held her body in the air by her waist. With each thrust I pulled her against me, moving her body as much as I moved mine.
It still wasn’t enough.
I pulled out and kicked of my pants. I flipped her body over and lifted her onto her hands and knees. This time I wasn’t gentle when I slammed inside her but she took me with a low groan.
I grabbed her hips – her perfectly designed hips – and thrust into her again and again. The sounds of our bodies slamming together echoed through the back yard.
I gave her ass a solid pop just to watch it jiggle and she let out the most animalistic groan I’ve ever heard. I don’t care what anyone says. She fucking loved it.
I slammed into her over and over. I could feel her body begin to tense up again. “Oh god,” she moaned. Her arms gave out on her and we both fell to the ground.
I laid on top of her back, driving her body into the ground with each thrust.
Her entire body began to shake. “Oh fuuuuck …” I’d never even heard her cuss before. She was always so damn innocent.
It was all too much. The feel of her. The sounds she maid. The pleasure she took of having me inside her. And the way her pussy clenched my dick when she came.
I groaned when I came inside her. I continued to thrust, slower but just as hard, and I filled her with my cum. She clenched her eyes shut and moaned throughout as we came together.
I continued to grind myself inside her, not wanting the moment to end. Slowly I felt myself growing softer and I relaxed my weight into her body. I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her cheek softly.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I said.
She didn’t say anything but I think I saw the crack of a smile flash across her lips. That was enough. Between the flash of a half smile, and the feeling of her body beneath me, I felt myself growing hard again.
I pushed myself off the ground and held out my hand.
“Come on,” I said. “We are going inside. “More than a decade of desire can’t be satisfied with a single orgasm.”
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