Ohio Summer [FM]

The cops run by as we press ourselves flat in the grass on the side of a hill. We try to be still but we’re so drunk.

His hands find my face. His mouth finds mine. His tongue tastes like Natty Ice. I’m on my back now and his hands are all over.

I hear people running through the fields, cops close behind.

Pants coming down. His fingers find my wetness. Spread my lips. Heavy breathing into my mouth when he finds what he came for.

Shifting weight, different angles. Pressure at my entrance, then more. He’s pushing into me, over and over. Quiet, gentle grunts. *Where’s my date?*

His face is in my neck. His hips are clumsy between my legs. He remembers to kiss me. Face back in my neck. *At least he’s polite.*

I hear footsteps coming quick, flashlights in the night. Police. I push him off and grab my pants, running low to the ground. Everyone for themselves.

Back down in the grass. Alone now, finally. *Who was that guy?* Wait for the police to leave. The stars spin above me. So drunk. Close my eyes.

Round 2 [FM]

It was a private bathroom at the end of the hall right next to my room so neither of us bothered to get dressed and we just quickly shuffled to the door. He followed me in and started cleaning up at the sink as I stepped into the shower. My eyes were closed while I let the water hit my face and I suddenly felt his body press against me from behind. His dick was already getting hard and he put it between my legs, rubbing it up and down my pussy.

*I don’t typically enjoy shower sex, but it was different with him. The water washes away the natural lubrication but I generated so much with him it never mattered.*

I was already primed from our last session so he didn’t need to go slow or be gentle. I turned to face him and he put his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy and feeling how ready I was. He slid his middle finger in and watched me respond. My pussy was still so hungry and he knew it. My face and hips begged him for more. He crouched down and wrapped an arm around my hips, putting his weight behind him and putting three fingers in, he started fucking me hard. I put my head back and whimpered and next thing I knew I was in the air. I looked down and his face was inches below me now. He was using gravity to fuck me harder with his hand as he added another finger. I started making unholy noises and let my hips fall hard.

Devil Dick [FM]

*This is a long post because it’s my first one and I haven’t settled on how much backstory and detail is necessary here, so please be kind with feedback and if there is interest, I’ll share more. If you’re just looking for the sex, scroll down to the asterisks.*

My junior year of high school at an all girl’s Catholic school, I started dating.. we’ll call him Daniel. I was practically a virgin when I met him and had little experience with men, let alone ones who were hypersexual. Like so many young dummies, I thought I was in love. *I want to mention here that it’s not impossible to love someone at that age, only that this wasn’t it.* I also watched a lot of movies so I thought that love was worth destroying yourself over. I enjoyed the sex but because I had so little experience, I had no idea how amazing he actually was in bed. I was addicted. I stopped at his house on my way to school, lifted my plaid skirt and fucked him while he was half asleep with his twin brother still in the room. I stopped on my way home from school on days that I didn’t have practice and let him destroy me again. It’s not until my 30s that I look back and realize that he was sleeping with women of all ages and that’s actually the most likely reason he was so good. So good that all these years later, I still think about some of our experiences together when I’m fucking myself. I owe those women so much. I digress..