She was a raven-black haired girl, a mismatched of outfit of Kinks t-shirt, black skirt, and torn fish nets. She lived a few doors down from me in the dorm. I think I liked her because she drank whiskey straight. She had two posters on her half of the room, The Cure and The Smiths. She was a pierced punk rock Dorthy Parker. I never could resist an alt girl.
Despite tasting like cigarettes I had to kiss her. I loved the feel of her in my arms, her tiny, curvy body. I wanted to devour her.
"Lay back," she said.
She worked at my belt and opened my jeans and freed my thick hard cock from my boxers.
She got on her knees on the messy floor in front of her bed and wrapped her lips around me and sank down my cock. Her tongue teasing my shaft while her thin fingers weighing my balls.
Reaching down, I pushed up her skirt, and insinuated my fingers between her creamy thigh and white cotton panties. My fingers were just barely able to reach her lips, but my fingertips soon became slick and her moans vibrated the length of my cock.
I luxuriated in the feeling of her hot wet mouth and the way her breath blew down from her nose over my body.
She pulled herself off of me and gasped, gripping desperately at my cock.
"I want you to fuck my ass."
"What?" I said, surprised. I knew the theory, but the practice was new.
She stood and walked over to her dresser. It was messy, covered in a strata of paper and makeup. And somehow managed to find a small container of Vaseline before returning to kneel on the bed.
"Use this."
I opened the container and dabbed my little finger inside, gathering the lube onto my finger. I eased my little finger into her tight little hole, slowly working it in and out of her. Following the advice from some usenet article I read I took my time, using the size and length of each successive finger to stretch her out. When I could fit two fingers inside I couldn't take anymore, I had to have her. I knelt up behind her, rolled on the condom, lubed it up with more Vaseline, and struggled to get it inside her. My cock bending and pressing until finally her tiny ring opened for me and I slid inside.
She sucked air through her teeth.
I couldn't help but ask in quiet awe, "Am I inside your ass?" A whisper, but it was so quiet she heard me.
"Yes," she said, her voice loud, urging.
I clenched my teeth, "I'm fucking your ass," I growled.
She moaned and I quickened my pace. She was so fucking tight–the hot pressure of her. I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Rub yourself for me."
She didn't move. She only moaned as I fucked her.
I stopped thrusting, now to only sound was our combined panting. "Rub your fucking clit for me," I said. I slapped her ass hard in punctuation.
She turned her arm inward and drove her other hand down between her legs, her frantic nails grazing my balls as pounded into her.
I pushed myself deep as I began to fill the condom with my cum. She began to quiver and quake her clenching ass milking my cock as she tumbled into her orgasm.
I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty body pressed together, rolling us to our side. My cock slipping out of her, slowly deflating in the small of her back. Her hand was still between her legs. I put my lips to her ear, "Cum again for me."
And she did: Arching and tensing–her breath catching in her mouth.
And I held her and we fell asleep my face buried in her charcoal hair.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3imros/the_raven_haired_punk_girl_mfanal
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