Fuck me, I’m Irish! (F/M)

Because I’m a stupid girl that just can’t let college go, I burned some vacation days to make St. Patrick’s Day a 5 day weekend (we’ll call it my spring break). I planned to meet up with this guy I’ve been seeing off Tinder for some morning drinking that would become day drinking that would finally evolve into regular drinking.

Well, we made it. We started drinking at 10 am and stumbled back to Chris’s apartment to cool down before the night’s events after the parade around 2 pm. Chris lives with a roommate and his GF in a pretty cool apartment on the outskirts of an entertainment district in town — prime location for some St. Patrick’s shenanigans. All four of us were standing on the balcony, blasting music and (slowly) drinking some Guinness.

After a bit, Chris’s roommate slumped in a patio chair, about to pass out. His GF was able to cajole him inside for a nap, promising we’d see them in a few hours to hit the bars.

Then it was just Chris and I, alone on the balcony.

He’s in his late twenties, 5’9 with short, light brown hair and light skin – but his eyes are nearly chocolate brown. His frame is slight, but he’s fit and has a nice, tight ass.

He grabbed me the second they closed the door to the balcony.

“Thank god they left,” he growled. “I was about to start fucking you on top of them.”

“Well that would’ve been interesting.”

We started to make out hard — his tongue explored my mouth and neck and cleavage in a sloppy way. One hand made its way up my tight green skirt to find my ass — like a spatula trying to sweep up an omelet.

Then two hands.

He started to roll my tights down past my ass and I felt myself getting hot and wet. He had me pushed against the railing as he forced my tights down past my knees. He spread my legs and started to play with my clit over my panties.

He chuckled. He could feel how wet I was; how my clit started to swell at his touch. He spun me around and pushed my hands onto the railing, grinding against my ass. Now I felt him swell: the bulge in his pants became like the tip of a spear. I pushed him away with my ass as I bent over the railing… my legs slid apart as I pulled up my skirt. He hooked a finger in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down… down past my bare, fleshy ass until they dropped around my ankles.

I heard his pants unzip and then a hot, engorged head teased my pussy. I was wet, and now I was dripping. Chris slipped that head inside me, testing my juicy cunt — popping in and out, before diving in to the hilt. I groaned aloud and he spanked my ass. I yelped as he started to thrust, hard and deep, but at a slow pace.

We were on the 4th floor, so every single slurpy thrust and lusty moan was heard by other drunks on the street. As we fucked, people stopped and watched for a bit with drinks in hand.

I pulled my ass away from Chris and spun towards him. I saw his jeans hanging around his ass while a veiny six-incher shot from his open waistband. It was throbbing; dripping with my juices.

“I think we’ve got an audience.”

He pulled off my jacket and ripped off my shirt. He started to drunkenly grope my tits out of my bra, so I just undid the thing for him. He spun me back around and pushed me so far over the balcony, my tits were jiggling and dangling.

“You love it,” is all he said before he thrust back inside me. He picked up pace and my tits swung faster and faster in mid air. I made out people stopping below to watch and take photos. I used my hair to block my face but got even more turned on by the attention.

“Fucking FUCK ME baby!” I half moaned, half yelled.

“YEAH. Fuck her right in the PUSSY!” A man yelled from the street.

Chris picked up speed, spanking me harder and harder. His nails teased my back as he thrusted.

“Cum in my tight little asshole….” I half moaned again… I heard a few FUCK YES’s in reply.

Chris knows how to take advantage of an opportunity when hears one… he pulled out and worked his way into my ass. I felt his fat swollen head pop into my ass, right before his shaft followed.

“OH FUCK baby you’re so fucking thick… my ass can’t take it!”

“BITCH CAN TAKE IT!” someone yelled from the street.

“You’re fucking amazing…” Chris groaned as he took a few slow, strong strokes into my ass. He gripped my hips as he plunged deep inside me. Then, louder:

“Make me cum, bitch. Make me fucking cum.”

I could tell he was close.

“GOD FUCK daddy I’m gonna fucking CUM.” I gripped the railing and thrust my chest out so my fat tits could be seen by the modest crowd.

One last thrust and Chris started to fill my ass with semen. He groaned hard enough for the street to hear, gripping my hips and digging his nails into my flesh.

“OH GOD my ass… MY FUCKING ass…”

I heard cheers from the crowd as I retreated into the balcony. Chris had pulled out and was sitting on a chair, recovering. I could feel his jizz dripping from my ass as I stepped out of my heels. I could feel it dribble down my thighs as I rolled my tights off. I could feel it hit my calves as I shimmied out of my panties. His jizz stained the floor of the balcony as I tossed my panties over the railing to the thirsty crowd below.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4cocqi/fuck_me_im_irish_fm