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She was so drunk. She thought the girls that brought her along were her friends, but they weren’t. If they were, they’d have never let me drag her away from the fire.

I was a gatecrasher. I hadn’t expected to be at any party, I didn’t really know too many people in this city apart from my house-mates. I work at a local drive-through liquor store. Late one night a bunch of immature, loud-mouthed lads came through and told us about a beach party they were going to.

I was on the ‘early’ shift, I finished at 11pm just as they came in to stock their trunk. The whole world was their friend just then, especially the guys that sold alcohol, so we were all invited. I had no plans for the night and I was the only one to say ‘okay’. They waited for me to grab my keys to follow them out, their new best friend. Someone had a big shack by the beach, I’m not even sure they knew whose it was.

It was a fair way away, about 20 minutes, enough for me to consider turning back more than once. The roads were quiet, so there was no chance to lose them even though they were belting along over the limit. When we got there we tracked a long way along the beach and then I was introduced to whomever heard them shout “Hey, meet the beer-guy, we brought him with us!” to which there was a ripple of applause. That marked the full journey of my friendship with those guys, after that they left me to my own devices.

I was a few years older than most of the people I could see. Most of the guys running around were at a stage in life where they needed to prove to their mates how much of an idiot they were. I also had the advantage of coming sober to a drunken environment. Mind you, they were having a great time being fools. It was a genuinely good, friendly party.

People were outside on the beach, the shack in the background was dark. Good thinking if you want less damage. There was one main fire that looked like it was set up before the party, it was huge and well stocked with logs to throw on and logs to sit on. 4 other smaller fires had also been lit along the beach, perhaps by people broken off from this party or perhaps by other groups that just happened to be nearby. Either way, people drifted between each, drawn to the ones which had the most screaming or laughing or chanting at the time. It was perfectly warm and windless, which meant an interesting mix of bikini-top girls and shirtless guys. The boy-girl ratio was a pretty much half-half which meant lots of showing off, and lots of pairing off. I’d have said most people were late teens, maybe twenty, but it wasn’t a school party. The guys I had brief chats with worked somewhere around town, or on the land. Some claimed to have recognized me from the booze shop, but I couldn’t say that I remembered the face of any of them.

My radar was definitely on for a score. It had been a while since I’d had sex with a nameless drunken girl, and there were plenty of targets around. The main thing was to pick the right one. The girls were grouping together, but just occasionally a guy would come in and give his girlfriend a kiss and a hug before running off into the darkness to be an idiot with his mates again. I needed to be careful not to hit on a girl with a boyfriend, I would be in trouble from all directions.

The party was still strong as it sailed past midnight and beers and mixers had become one big communal pool of stock, with people drinking whatever was handed to them. At around about 1:30am I’d picked my target. She was stunning of course…an innocent-looking thing that I’d been told was 19 years old. She looked fresh and she looked drunk, if it’s possible to be both. She wore small denim shorts and a loose t-shirt so I couldn’t see exactly what her package was, but I guessed it would be delightful. She had light brown hair with a few blond streaks. She was not too tall, slim, well-shaped. Even though she was drunk and swaying her being was entirely womanly, she had delightfully curved hips and an erection-enticing gap between her thighs. The way her t-shirt fell loose around her stomach, she was probably trim. Her stature, her smooth tanned legs in the firelight…she would do.

Every time a boy came up to kiss or fondle one of her friends she ignored them, staring into the fire. I didn’t see her searching into the darkness for her man, so she either didn’t have one (which would be hard to believe) or he wasn’t here. Her friends were really drunk, they were in no state to be concerned with her or look after her. She herself was swaying dangerously, bottle in hand, her eyelids heavy. I looked around the circle of people in the firelight, no one was particularly noticing her anymore. Amongst all these people she was alone, pretty and unattended.

I slipped into the darkness and around to her side of the fire. From behind I gave the slightest push in her back so she fell toward the fire. Racing forward, I reached around her waist and pulled her back. No one else paid much attention, but she herself was woken by the shock of suddenly having flames leap at her then pull away.

“Just caught you,” I said in her ear, “that was lucky.”

She turned to look at who held her so tightly from behind. Her head spun on my shoulder. Her beautiful face with its petite lines and cute nose was blank, she did not recognize me.

“I think you fell asleep, you were about to fall forward into that,” I pointed at the fire. She was still trying to make sense of it all. “It might be better if I keep hold of you for a minute.”

She let me, still wordless, her hand on my arms as they wrapped around her. I swayed us gently back and forth, kinda like you would in a slow dance and she seemed relaxed enough to stay like this with me. I held my face in her hair for a time, then moved down and nuzzled at the back of her neck. She didn’t stop me, but wasn’t responsive either. We stayed like this for a while, people around us busy with their own personal challenges. In time one of my hands slipped under her t-shirt, slowly sliding up to the base of her bra. I pushed the other hand an inch into the gap between her stomach and her shorts.

She didn’t stop me so I kept going. I pressed under the band of her panties, down to the point where I could feel the top of her pubic hair. I stopped and took stock. No one was paying us particular attention and she stared absent-minded, sleepily into the fire.

I was utterly excited, I was itching to keep going. I was dying to see how far into her pants I could get without being stopped. I pushed my fingers down in through her hair until I could feel the top of her slit. I ran my middle finger down into it. Her head went back slightly and I could feel her shift her feet to open her legs. She was responding, her weight back on me, her hands squeezing my arm, her breathing deeper, she dropped her bottle to the sand. I grabbed her bra-covered breast and squeezed. It was not too big, but full and hard. Her shorts were really tight, it was a struggle to get my hand and my finger down to her entrance. With her shorts stretched to straining point, I dipped the tip of my finger into her hole, looking for the wetness I needed to start working her over.

Suddenly she wrenched herself away from me.

I thought I had pushed too far, that she had woken from her dream with a stranger’s hands in her pants and wanted to make a run for it. Instead she turned to the darkness and leaned over. Her chest and neck spasmed and up it came, liquid vomit, chunk-less beer and summer-wine spew. Luckily I was there to hold her up and hold her hair from falling into the stream from her mouth. There wasn’t a lot of it, but it made for a mess. Some hapless guy’s towel was left abandoned by my foot, so I flicked it up with my toes and used it to wipe her mouth. We managed to keep the gunk out of her hair and off her clothes.

Flushed and tired she turned into me afterward and held me, resting her head on my chest. She was clean enough, but her mouth stank. I yelled at a nearby girl to pass me a drink, and I was passed a half-bottle of white wine. I pulled my girl back from me and wrapped her hand around it.

“Rinse your mouth with this,” I told her, “Rinse. Go on.”

Eventually she opened her eyes, looked at me as if to say ‘who are you?’, and then drank it down.

“Don’t drink, rinse!” I yelled.

She didn’t pay attention, she just kept drinking. Oh well. She may throw up again, but at least she’ll stay rotten drunk.

It was time to close the deal. She was as compliant as she was going to be. I led her away from the fire toward the shack, expecting there must be some quiet place to unwrap her undisturbed.

“Where are we going?” she said, tired. She had no comprehension of where she was being led, why she was being led.

“Just over this way for a bit of a look.”

She was struggling to stand without my help.

“But everyone’s back over there,” she said, trying to point the other way.

“That’s okay,” I said, “you and me have got something interesting to see in here.”

I opened the front door to the shack.

“Really, what?”

I smiled at her and guided her into the dark living room. “You.”

If she understood what I meant, she didn’t show it. We stumbled through the room, around the sofa and table, through the gap in front of the big black TV.

“It’s so dark,” she complained.

“Its okay, just in here,” I told her, arm around her waist supporting and guiding her. If she was any less drunk she would have known what it meant to be pulled through a door to a darkened room with a bed in it.

“Where are we? What’s in here?” she asked slurring. I shut the door. I stood behind her as she leaned back onto my shoulder, struggling to keep her eyes open. Going straight for the gravy, I reached around and undid the button on her shorts, slowly sliding down the zip. She didn’t stop me, didn’t even seem to realize it was happening. I put my hands down into her pants, sliding both her shorts and her panties slowly down over her skin. I wanted to move quickly before she woke from her trance, but not so quickly that I broke the trance.

She felt herself losing her bottoms and went to grab at them, but it was a feeble attempt. She was struggling to keep balance as I slid her pants over her knees. I got down on my own knees, my head at her bare ass as I picked each ankle up to lift her clothes away from her legs and toss them safely under the bed. Her pants were completely off just like that, what a score this would be. It was too dark, though. I couldn’t really see what she looked like. I suspected she would be a sensational nude, but it was just too black.

Not wanting to turn on the main light I shuffled her over to the window and opened the blind. Clouds shifted and bright moonlight came in from outside. Wow, her naked ass was as tight I thought it would be. I let her fall down onto the bed face-first, bare from the waist down. Wow, wow, wow, what a score, this girl was poster material. I peeled my own clothes off in a hurry, all of them, and stood by the bed naked and stiff. I watched her drift toward sleep. I looked down at her backside and the darkness between her open legs. I stroked myself at the thought that she was in no condition to stop me. Rather than jump on and stick it to her, I wanted her completely naked first. I wanted her awake, to consciously feel the cock push her open, I wanted to feel her reaction when she realized there was an erection moving up her cunt.

“Hey, c’mon, you gotta get back up.”

I pulled her by the hips, and then the shoulders back up off the bed to an unsteady standing position. She was moaning to let her back down. I pulled the smoothness of her naked rear to me, squashing her against my hard-on. The feel of a hard cock running up her bare back flicked a switch in her natural instincts, her defensive ones. She gasped and turned to look at me, for the first time seeming to comprehend there was a naked man with her, and that her vagina was undressed.

“Huh? What, what you…,” she didn’t really know what to say. I spun her toward me and kissed her. Dazed she let me; though what she was doing could hardly be called kissing back. Her mouth stunk of white wine mixed with vomit, but the feel of her body was exponentially compensatory. I lifted her arms to put them over my shoulder and took her bare ass with my hands. I pushed her stomach in against my erection; the warmth of her skin on my stiffness was exquisite.

She broke from my mouth and laid her head on my shoulder. She slowly shook it.

“No. No,” then after a pause, “No.”

“No what?” I asked quietly, massaging her naked rear.

“I don’t know you…”

“So?”

“I’ve got…boyfriend,” she told me, then threw her head back to try to look at my face, struggling to focus. “I’ve got a boyfriend, and he is… I love… I can’t do…with other…”

She didn’t finish, couldn’t bring the words out.

“Can’t do this?” I asked, demonstrating as I kissed her neck and her ears.

“Hmmm…” she agreed with eyes closed, “can’t…do…this.”

I reached up under her t-shirt and undid her bra at the back. She tried to squirm to stop me but could not get her limbs to perform the most simple of motor actions.

“I…told you…have…boyfriend. I can’t,” she mumbled, eyes looking to the door for someone to come and get her out of this. “I really can’t…”

“No one is coming to help you, baby. Better to just relax and enjoy yourself, don’t you think? It’s just a little bit of sex, yeah?”

I pulled at her t-shirt, bringing it and the bra up together. She subconsciously lifted her own arms up for me to help get it off, the same time as mumbling “Stop. No. Can’t. Stop. Don’t. Leave me sleep, please.”

Wow. This girl had water-balloons for breasts, mid-sized and rock hard. I could hardly squash them. What a score! I held her up with my grip on them. They felt so good in my hand, tight and hard only like a young woman’s tits can be. The look on her face said she didn’t want this, to be naked, to have her breasts mauled. I stood there for an age, squeezing and squashing my drunken, nude play-mate. I held a hand in the middle of her back and leaned down to suck on her nipple.

“Oh God. Stuart…gonna hate me…”

“Baby, it’s just a little kiss.” I sucked hard enough to give her a hickey, something for Stuart to see later, whoever he was. My erection was well and truly pushing amongst the hairs on her mound.

“Please, don’t, no, not that…” she begged, trying to back her hips away from my prodding hard-on.

“Don’t worry; we’re just having some fun at a party.”

I turned her body around, still standing. Both of us were naked and it would be better to get up her quickly. Once she had a penis up her perhaps she’d stop whining so much. I kicked her legs open at the ankles and bent her forward to lean against the wall. She didn’t resist, perhaps couldn’t resist. I pulled my cock down between her thighs.

“No. No, please don’t. Not…there…don’t have sex with me,” she was almost whispering, pleading.

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to do it little tiny bit, yeah? Just in and out, just once okay. I’ll go up there once, see what it feels like, then come out. Okay?”

“No, please, don’t…”

“Just once. In and out.”

“Just once?”

“Just once.”

“And then you’ll take it out?” She was half-sobbing now. I didn’t answer.

“You’ll take it straight out after, won’t you?” she asked again. I continued to ignore her.

I stepped inside her ankles and lined her up, holding my cock and rubbing it up and down her flaps, her slit. She wasn’t very wet; it wasn’t going to be easy to get in. I went down on my knees behind her, she stayed leaning against the wall to stop from crashing to the floor. I stuck my tongue up her hole, into her vagina. Her head threw back but otherwise she stayed in position. I fucked her with my tongue and licked her a dozen times before standing back up. Her face was in shock, as if no one had ever stuck a tongue in her genitals before. This time as I rubbed my cock-head along her slit it skated smoothly.

“You ready?” I asked. She didn’t speak.

I dipped head-length into her hole. It was wonderful. I had the tip of my cock inside the vagina of a stunningly beautiful nameless girl that I’d never met. She started sobbing.

“Don’t. Please. That’s enough. Don’t. No more. Please. I’ve…only Stuart…not on pill…I…aaaaahhhhhh!” her pleading was cut short by me pushing further up her vag. It wasn’t a quick deep thrust, rather a bump-by-bump slow push upward. She was opening up bit by bit. And crying, really crying. She wept like a baby, regressed to childhood. Once I was in her full depth, I grabbed her by the tits and pulled her back off the wall. I held her up against my body, increasing the contact between us and forcing the angle in her genitals to a humping rather than stroking. I grabbed the front of her neck, pulling her head back to me. With my other hand I held on to her pussy mound and humped at her rear, dick sliding along her insides. Oh, she felt good, her back against my chest, breasts jiggling free, the tight grip her cunt gave to my cock.

“Ah, there you go. That feels better,” I said at the side of her face as I held it to mine. “Jesus, you are a sweet fuck…your cunt feels great, baby.”

She was sobbing. “You said just once, in and out,” she managed to blubber.

“This is just once. One proper fuck, yeah?”

“You…said…you’d take…it…out.” She was struggling to talk as her insides contorted.

“Oh, c’mon, you can’t say this doesn’t feel good, can you? Your cunt is sopping wet. Surely you don’t want to stop this now?” As I said ‘this’ I gave her a deep one, and she gasped air.

I spun us around and had her hands go down on the bed. She was bent 90-degrees and I gave her a right slamming from behind. I could feel her breasts thumping up and down as they hung from her. She looked so fine undressed. I ran my hands along her perfect skin from the back of her neck to the side of her thighs, touching all of her naked body that I could. From here I was able to get deep into her, I could feel the top of her insides. She may not remember all this when she woke in the morning, but she’d certainly know something had been up her.

I was getting hot and sweaty. I stopped myself and pulled out. I flipped her around and onto her back on the bed. I pushed her legs open and quickly glided myself easily straight back up the full length of her pussy. Our pubic hairs mashed into each other and her legs came up round behind me. She tried not to look at me, but her mouth was open in that way girls do when something big is buried between their legs. I smashed at her, slapping my pelvis against hers. It was a right proper fucking she got. She held her arms over her breasts trying to hide them from me, but instinctively her body arched its back and pushed its legs wide, helping the mating process. The dichotomy was electric, her top half wanted to be rid of me, her bottom half was squeezing me, milking me for semen. It was all I could do not to let go of my load and give her just that, her cunt was as fine as any I’d fucked.

I flipped over to my back so that I lay on the bed, stiff up her as she was spread-legged on top of me. I was puffing, catching my breath. The air stank of sex. She started sobbing again.

“What exactly is the problem?” I asked, “You weren’t a virgin were you?”

She shook her head.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“My boyfriend…the only guy…”

“So?”

“So…I’ve never…,” she stopped talking and fell to me bawling her eyes out again. Oddly, her sobbing made her hips pump up and down on my cock slightly, like mini-fucking.

“What exactly’s wrong? This feels good doesn’t it, you enjoy fucking don’t you?”

She bawled and sobbed and didn’t answer for the longest time. I didn’t particularly mind, it felt good to have her naked weight on top of me, all the time piercing the depths of her cunt.

Finally she spoke, mid-sob. “I’m…I’m…I can’t believe I….” On she went, crying again. It was a strange experience. Tears were pouring over my shoulder and running down to the bed. She was clearly upset about having full-on sex with a total stranger, and yet she made no attempt to actually pull her body away from me. My hard-on was still stuck full length up her, for God’s sake.

“What are you crying about? What could be so bad?” I lifted her by her shoulders to show me her face. Her hair and her breasts fell from her body as I held her up to look at her.

She looked down at her own naked body, at the place where we were joined. Then she broke into a fresh round of howling. I let her fall back to me, breasts squashed against my chest again. Literally with nothing to do, I started to hump her from below. May as well get as much fucking in as I could, she had a fine body. I held the sides of her hips and sawed my cock in and out of her as she cried. She didn’t stop me.

After a while I got tired and her sobbing calmed down. Again I lifted her by the shoulders, enough so that I could see her face.

“What’s with you?”

She didn’t reply, but at least she didn’t break into tears again.

“What, you don’t do this very often?” I asked. She shook her head. “You don’t usually end up in the sack with guys at parties?”

Again she shook her head, even more than before. And again she brought one arm up to cover her breasts, just like when I was slam-fucking her.

“Have you even been naked with a guy before?”

She shook her head. “Not…completely,” she whispered.

“You feel embarrassed being naked with boys?”

She gave a slight nod.

“You’re not a virgin, though?”

“Of course not,” she said, surprisingly forcefully.

“But only with your boyfriend?”

This time she gave a small nod.

“And he’s the only one…ever?”

“Of course,” she replied quietly.

“But you don’t take your clothes off when you fuck?”

She shook her head.

“Why?” I asked, curious. She didn’t answer.

“How many times exactly has he fucked you?”

She didn’t answer straight away, but eventually mumbled “Not many”.

“Have you never cheated on him?”

“No.”

“Not even a kiss or a held hand with another guy?”

“Of course not,” she said quietly but indignantly.

I thought about this while enjoying the feeling of her naked body sitting on me, her tight walls wrapped around my cock pierced deep in her. She was a gorgeous young thing, a glorious score.

“How long you’ve been with him?”

She almost whispered, “Almost two years. Our anniversary is next Thursday…” Now she was starting to sob once again.

“So, that’s why you are upset?”

She nodded as the tears came back.

“Tell me, this guy, does he use a condom when he fucks you?” I asked.

The girl nodded, “Yeah.”

“Every time?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well…if that’s the case…then this next bit is going to be quite new, I expect.”

She looked down at me as if to say ‘what’? Her face in the moonlight was so pretty, so innocent to not know what was about to happen to her nude body.

I held her by the hips and pushed up into her.

“Tell me what this feels like.”

“What?” she actually said it this time.

She didn’t know what I was talking about until it was in her. She didn’t even recognize the spasm as it shot up my shaft. Only when the spurt of warmth hit her insides did she get an inkling of what was happening to her. By then it was too late. She didn’t try to scramble off, she didn’t move at all. Stunned, she stayed in the same spot, knees on the bed either side of me. Her eyes grew wide and confused at the feeling of the warmth spreading inside as her cunt filled with semen.

“Ah,” I groaned as the last squirt dribbled into her insides. “Now…that’s what your cunt is meant to be used for.”

Her face was in shock. Mine was grinning.

“You took that pretty well,” I told her. “I thought you might try and stop yourself getting pregnant.”

She looked at me in horror. “That was…you just…came…in me.”

“Yes,” I grinned, “and you’re a real trooper…sitting there and taking it like a woman.”

She went white. “Oh, Jesus. This can’t be real…”

“C’mon,” I teased, knowing the affect saying this would probably have on her, “All women get pregnant eventually.”

Again her body fell to mine and the bawling restarted. She was sweating, too. It was weird that she brought herself closer to me the more upset she was. She commiserated her unfortunate situation by squashing her naked breasts hard into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and by leaving the offending penis to rest inside her pussy. In fact I was quite in the mood to continue, I had hardly gone soft at all. I kept a slow humping on from beneath, my own sperm giving good lubrication. Her pussy felt really good still. Not too small, but tight around me. Most of all it was silky smooth inside. I wondered if she was aware of how good her cunt was compared to others? Probably not.

I decided to try and stop the crying. I lifted her by the shoulders, this time pushing her up straight. I brought my own body up to a sitting position. I shuffled us across the bed until my ass was on the edge of it, feet on the floor. She was sat on me, straddling me with my cock deep in her pussy surrounded by semen, some of it leaking out between us. In this position I could push her back from me, kiss her neck, her face, her gorgeous breasts. It was easier to grab her ass and push deep into her and again I was as hard as I could be. This was a beautiful woman in her rawest state, being pushed to do what I wanted to do.

I kissed all of her top half. As I put my lips onto her eyes, for the first time I felt a smidgen of passion escape from her. I kept doing it, pushing the buttons that I could find. By the time I had my tongue in her ear she was ever so slightly humping her hips back into me. When I kissed her lips she kissed back, when my tongue went into her mouth her tongue played back. Suddenly I found myself fucking a girl who was fucking me back. We broke the kiss. She put one hand around my neck and leaned her sumptuous body backward, voluntarily increasing the speed and force of her humping at my pelvis. Her eyes rolled around her head, giving away that she was still drunk out of her mind…but who was I to complain?

She didn’t notice the door open behind to the left of her, but I did. Some guy that I’d not seen before swung it open and stuck his head in. He looked like he was looking for something, and that he’d found it. He opened the door wide but just stood there silently, with a look of “gee, it’s true what they told me out there”. He stepped a little closer and around the front of her, as if to be absolutely sure of who this girl was in the moonlight. Given she was unaware of company she just kept energetically humping me with her naked body. The hand around my neck supporting her was on the other side to where the guy was standing, so he had an uninterrupted view of her naked front as she leaned back and pumped her nude pelvis at me. I saw him glance at my face just briefly, almost as if to think who is this lucky bastard she’s fucking? I thought this guy knows her, but from the look on his face I don’t think he had ever seen her naked before. Or fucking.

Eventually she looked to my eyes and wondered what I was looking at. Turning, she stopped her humping immediately. She brought her body in and pushed it hard against me to hide her teenage tits that had been bouncing openly just seconds ago. I held her ass and pulled it close to me, feeling my cock still deep up her cunt. She squinted as if trying to look better at the guy who was watching us.

“Shit. Doug,” was all she could say.

“Who’s Doug?” I asked with Doug standing right there. Doug looked at us both, then slowly walked back to the door. He turned and took one last look at this girl wrapping her naked body around me like a limpet. He shut the door as he left. I felt the crying coming back.

“Who’s Doug?” I repeated.

She didn’t say anything, just moved her body back from me a ways. She looked down at our nakedness. She took her hand and pushed back on her own mound to better see the point of entry taken by my stiff cock.

“You don’t have a condom,” she said quietly.

“No,” I answered.

“You came in there?”

“Yeah, lots. You don’t remember?”

“Shit,” was all she could say. I wanted to know who Doug was, but I didn’t want her to back off from the sexual progress we had made, not yet. I wanted to squeeze at least one more cum out of my time with this girl’s body. I kept kissing her neck and her ears. Still drunk, she couldn’t fight her body, she began fucking again.

She closed her eyes and worked her hips at me, as if trying to forget all her troubles which were mounting quickly.

“So let me get this straight,” I started, wanting to have some fun. “You are completely naked with a man whose name you don’t know.”

There was no reaction, just eyes closed and continued humping.

“You’ve got a boyfriend who trusts you, but here you are fucking someone else.”

I’m sure she could hear me, but she kept ignoring me. She just kept silently fucking my cock.

“You aren’t on the pill,” I continued, “yet your pussy is full of sperm, so you’ll be pregnant on your anniversary with your boyfriend next Thursday?”

She stopped her hips now and came in to hold me, leaning her head on my shoulder. She seemed tired.

“And it seems some guy you know just caught us. He took a long, long look at your body. I’m guessing he’s not seen you naked before?”

She sighed and shook her head on my shoulder.

“Oh God,” came the muffled words from under the hair on her face.

“Well…no point in wasting anything,” I said, squeezing her ass. “We may as well have as much sex as we can considering you’re a one-night stand.”

She didn’t react. I held her by the ass and picked us up off the bed, turning around and dumping us both back down. This time she lay under me, legs spread, still full of cock. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first but then building to pace. Her insides were smooth and comfortable, gripping me as I fucked. My pelvis slamming to hers made her whole body shake. She lay her arms up above her this time, her tight breasts snapping up and down uncovered. I lay down closer and kissed her mouth. Her tongue naturally came into mine and her hands went around to my ass, encouraging me to spear her. It was standard missionary fucking at it purest and best. She was taking it hard up her and she was increasingly interested in the erotic feeling building in her insides. Both of us heard the bedroom door open and close twice, but each time we ignored it. I was too busy in the glory of nailing such beauty and she was too wrapped up in the release she was building to. I must admit, it is the first time I’d been able to get a woman to do this. You could see it coming, it took minutes to build. She knew it was coming, too. Her eyes were wide open, her hips were pumping back at me from below and her nails drawing blood from my ass. Her breaths came in ever-increasing gasps and she began to actually smile in anticipation of what was about to happen to her.

“Oh shit,” she said eyes wide, “I think I’m going to….”

When it came, she let it ride all over her. Alcohol exists to reduce inhibition, and this girl didn’t hold back her glee. She threw her head back with a guttural scream, her whole body awash with convulsions. I was starting to lose it, it was all I could do to ride the storm. She grabbed me and held me tight, biting down and through the skin on my shoulder. It hurt like hell, but I wasn’t going to stop her from celebrating her orgasm. It just kept going. I kept fucking her hole, as hard as my tired body could and she kept biting and screaming and convulsing. She was swearing like a pirate.

The she gave one long soundless gasp, like a death knell, and slowly released her grip on me, easing her weight back to the bed. Even her cunt muscles relaxed themselves. I stayed inside her hovering on the edge of my own release.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

“Baby,” I gently got her attention, “baby, look at me. Are you ready? I’m going to cum in you again.”

She looked at me.

“You ready for it?” I asked again.

She nodded.

“Here it comes,” I said quietly, “You’re going to be pregnant for sure now. You’re okay with that, yeah?”

She nodded.

I pushed hard up against her mound and looked at her face. She closed her eyes and gasped when she felt the penis twitch inside her, then looked at me amazed when she felt the semen spray. There wasn’t as much as the first time, but she was taking more notice of it this time. Her face seemed to change as warmth spread inside her. She went from sexual to sensual. She lifted her hands to hold my head, pulling me to her. She kissed me on the lips, long and slow as if kissing the father of her baby rather than the guy fucking her. I guess it’s not strange for a girl to consider insemination a special moment, especially the first time.

I broke the kiss and lay down next to her on the bed, my softening cock finally slipping from her saturated vagina. With no tissues she leaked openly over her own thighs and onto the bed. She didn’t care, she was still half-drunk and now awfully sleepy as well. We turned toward each other and kissed again. I took her hand and made her hold my wet half-hard penis, getting her to pull on it and wipe some of the slop away. She rubbed her hand on the bed cover, then collapsed back into me.

“My god,” she said, “I’ve never….”

“Never what?”

“Never had that happen.”

“What? Never had an orgasm? Or never had a man cum inside you?”

“Both.”

“You like?”

She lifted her head and picked herself up closer to me. She leant down and kissed me in the way a girl kisses her boyfriend, with care and with tenderness. She was still drunk, but something inside her had naively decided that the gravity of the night’s experience meant we were together now. We didn’t even know each other’s name.

It was warm enough to stay above the covers so I lay my head next to her, our bodies intertwined and soon we found ourselves asleep.

In the daylight I opened my eyes. I was conscious of people trooping in and out of the room we were in. I could hear people talking, both nearby and in the distance, outside the room.

“Unbelievable,” one voice said, a male.

“Fucking gorgeous isn’t she?” whispered another. “Never thought I’d see her like this.”

“Have a look at all the crusty bits on her leg, that’s come straight out her pussy. Jesus, can you imagine the fuss if she’s got one in her now.”

“One what? Baby? Stuart will kill someone.”

“He will anyway.”

“Oi, you two, what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck out, what you think you’re looking at!” This was a female voice, yelling a whisper.

“Sorry, baby, just comparing how good you look.”

“You’re full of shit, get the fuck out.”

Whoever that girl was pushed out whoever those boys were, then shut the door. I wasn’t sure for a while whether she shut herself in here with us, or went out with them. In front of me, closer to the wall, was my fuck from last night, still passed out naked on top of the covers. Her legs were spread and you could see the left-overs from our sex trailing from her core.

I ever so quietly turned my head pretending to be asleep still, then looked through a crack in my lids at the room. That girl was still there, frozen, staring at me wondering if I’d woken. After a while she relaxed, thinking I was still asleep. Without warning she turned and pulled her nightie over her ass, up her back and over her head. She had small white cotton panties on under and nothing else. Her back was turned, but I did get a good view of the side of her breasts as she leaned down to grab a bra. Unfortunately she put that quickly on, but it was enough to give me a hard-on, unexpected exhibitionism will do that to you. She pulled on what looked like a kind of mid-thigh tennis dress type thing, then put her nightie into a bag. Within seconds she was back out the door, closing it behind her. I sat up a bit. Wow. I looked down at my stiff dick, then over to the stunning naked girl lying next to me. I thought of her womb, full of my sperm. Hopefully they hadn’t found what they were looking for.

I shuffled on over to my fuck, still sound asleep on her back on the bed. I rolled her onto her side facing away from me. She didn’t stir. She had a wonderful shape to her, thin waist, square shoulders, flawless tanned skin except for the small white bikini line across her back and the white triangle on her small rounded ass. I spooned in behind her and poked my hard-on at her flaps. She was bone dry; there was no getting in there like that. I had a quick glance around the room; it didn’t appear to be hiding any sex gel. I thought about sucking her, but she was sticky with my cum from last night. In the end I put some spit on my hand and used it to finger her enough until she was a little wet. Next try was successful. I got my head into her hole without too much resistance, then with a bit of hard work I pushed up her length.

She didn’t start waking until I’d been humping away at her for half a minute. I was up watching her face, her eyes started to blink open in the light. I lay down behind her, both of us on our side, and kept fucking her.

“Stuart?” was the first thing she said, “where are we?”

I smiled and didn’t answer. She was seemingly trying to make sense of it all, remember where she was and how she got here, not daring to look at who was doing her for fear it was not her boyfriend. After a while she couldn’t resist, she turned her head around quickly to check who it was that was fucking her, then turned back.

For a while she did nothing but lay there, so I kept at her. She wasn’t super-wet, but enough so I could fuck her relatively smoothly. After a while I could hear something, like she was trying to say something. I crawled the upper half of my body in close, lifting up a bit to look at her face again. I brought my left hand around to squeeze on her breast hanging there.

She wasn’t talking, she was sobbing. Quietly gasping air and crying. Uh-oh, what did that mean? Was I to assume that she didn’t remember the tender kisses she gave me before we slept last night? Or was she crying because she did remember those tender kisses?

It actually got worse the longer I fucked her, sniffling and sobbing. She didn’t stop me doing her though. I don’t know why, but she wasn’t trying to run away.

I rolled over on top of her, pushing her crying face down onto the bed, continuing to stick it to her nude body from behind. I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck as I pushed into her. She stunk of alcohol.

“Mmm mum murt,” she mumbled.

“Huh? What’s that?” I asked into her ear.

“Please…get off,” she sobbed into the quilt. Maybe I was squashing her?

I picked myself up to my knees, bringing her bottom half with me, sticking her ass up into the air. Keeping her face hidden from the reality of this seemingly terrible nightmare, her head stayed down on the bed. That meant I could poke in at her depths. For a relatively inexperienced girl she could take a deep cock without too many dramas. It wouldn’t take too many sessions for this girl to develop a loose vagina.

“You remember me?” I asked as I humped her.

There was no answer.

“You remember what we did?”

The door swung open again before she had the chance to answer. Ironically it was the same guy as last evening. At least I thought it was, moonlight and sunlight make people look an entirely different color. There were two other guys with him. The girl under me was facing them but with her head scrunched mostly into the mattress she hadn’t seen them. I didn’t stop.

“You two are like rabbits,” that guy said. “Do you ever stop?”

She heard them and opened her eyes. She knew them. She also knew she was fully exposed, completely naked, legs splayed, cunt being ground into. And the guy on top of her (me!) wasn’t stopping. I was pulling my cock in and out of her, showing these boys her most private part being stretched and entered. And they all just stood there, watching. Oh, her head hurt. She couldn’t lift herself, couldn’t even get her arms down to hide her naked breasts bouncing away. She just closed her eyes. She thought about how different life was 24 hours ago. Yesterday. How did those words go?

After what seemed like an age, the girl in the tennis dress came back into the room to see what these guys were staring at again.

“Oh no. Do you have to?”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about me fucking this girl or them watching. Probably both. I wasn’t going to stop and they weren’t going away. Even Tennis Dress girl couldn’t help but stop and stare in awe. It all got a bit much for me.

“Oh-Oh. Can’t keep…you’re gonna get it, again. You ready?” I yelled.

She said nothing.

“You ready for it?” I asked with more urgency.

She mumbled something this time, but none of us could understand.

4 jaws dropped as they stood and watched my ass push right down into my fuck’s pelvis and I groaned in release. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Their friend, the one with the boyfriend, the one who never shows her body to anyone…right in front of their eyes she got sperm dumped deep between her legs from a stranger.

“Holy shit, he just did it in her.”

“Jesus, girl,” Tennis Skirt said, stepping closer to the bed. “What are you doing? You let him cum in you? Are you mad? Do you want to get pregnant?”

I twitched a few times before the last of it dribbled into her. They all stared in disbelief as I held her hips tight, then slowly pulled my erection from her pussy, dragging a stream of slop with it. I dropped to the bed the other side of her, slightly conscious of hiding my nakedness…behind hers. She was too hung-over to consider covering up, she lay face down ass up with her legs spread, flaps open leaking sperm for all those boys to see. She held her temples with her palms. Her head still hurt and her mouth was gummed up.

She managed to get one sentence out.

“Leave me alone.”

Tennis dress saw her messed up face but thankfully took it as a function of the hangover. One of the boys had his phone out videoing her body, zooming in on her naked cunt and the sperm trail leaking from it. Tennis dress leaped up at them, yelling. She couldn’t get the phone off him to delete the video, but she did manage to corral them out the door shutting the 3 of us in. She came back over to the bed, but not to any welcome from my fuck.

“Ooh, can you please leave me alone? I need sleep more, leave me here, come back later,” my fuck demanded, talking into the bed.

Tennis dress looked at me then her.

“Okay, sleep,” she said, motherly. She pulled at the quilt and brought it up over her body. She took a box of tissues from the chest of drawers and handed it to me.

“Wipe up your mess,” she told me unkindly, “and don’t cum in her again!”

I watched Tennis Dress get up off the bed, then walk over and out the door. I looked down at the girl in bed with me, she was facing the other way, eyes closed, under the covers. I fell down next to her and moved in close, pushing my wet penis against her bare ass and my lips to the back of her neck. I reached around and took a tit in hand.

“Get off me, will you?” She pushed my hand away and moved her body across the bed away from me. Gee, she had my sperm in her, you’d think there’d be some more intimacy that that, huh?

I tried to get closer again.

“Who are you?” she turned on me, then brought her hands up to push on her temples. “God, my head hurts. Who are you? Why are we naked? Why did you rape me you bastard?”

She was getting nasty.

“I didn’t rape you,” I laughed, trying to make light of the comment. “Do you not remember anything? Last night you were kissing me like I was your long lost love, you don’t remember that?”

“No, I don’t! Well, I don’t know, maybe I do, I don’t know. I’m so tired, my head hurts so much. Stop looking at me.” She brought the quilt up to cover the breasts I was staring at. “What did you do to me? Did you drug me?”

“Baby, I did nothing, you kissed me.”

“Ech. I was drunk, you shouldn’t take advantage of a girl when she is drunk.”

“I didn’t know I was taking advantage, you acted like you wanted me,” I lied, as if I was moping.

“Oh God,” she said dejectedly, “what a mess.”

We were silent for a while, slightly apart, laying there.

“I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said after a while. “He’s going to kill me.”

I said nothing.

“I don’t do this,” she told me.

“Do what?” I asked quietly.

“I don’t…pick up, get picked up…I don’t do one-night stands, I don’t take all my clothes off and I most certainly don’t have sex.”

“Well…I didn’t know that,” was my reply.

“You came in me?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“How many times?”

“Three, I think, or four.”

“Oh Jesus,” she said, laying her head down and holding it. “Oh, and people saw us together…Jesus, I’m dead. I’m pregnant and I’m dead. My boyfriend will kill me, my parents will kill me. I’m dead.”

I lay there, head propped up on my arm, looking at her trying to rub her headache away. The quilt was just covering her breasts. She was thinking of how her life was a mess, I was thinking of how I could get back into her…though I suspected we may have reached the end of the road.

“Where are my clothes?” she asked, eyes still closed, still massaging her own head. I made to have a quick look over her onto the floor, ‘accidentally’ removing the quilt slightly, it was now just below her nipple line.

“I don’t know. Somewhere there, I’m sure.”

She looked down at herself, at her breasts out in the open.

“Shit,” she said, “did you put those there?”

She pulled her own breast up in the air to get a better look at the dark purple hickeys by her nipples.

“Dunno,” I tried to mess with her, “some were already there before you and I hooked up.”

She lay back down, not bothering to pull the quilt up again.

“Just…fucking…great,” she said slowly.

There was silence again for a while.

“You are really beautiful, you know that?” I said after some time.

She turned and looked at me. Her young, tight tits were gorgeous, but now I wished I could have the whole quilt off, that I could see her pussy, too.

“What happened? How did we…how did this happen?”

“I don’t know. You were alone. We kissed. You threw up on my shoes, then we kissed some more, though your breath was fucking disgusting.”

She almost laughed. I continued.

“Then I put my hands in your pants and you opened up your legs so it was easier to finger you, so…so I dunno, we came and found somewhere to make out. You were really good, you had a screaming orgasm, you said after it was your first one. Is that true?”

“Ah,” she replied, talking to herself. “This is just not me…I gotta get out of here. Oh…Stuart, how am I ever going to explain this to him? He’s never going to speak with me again.”

“So what,” I said, dropping down on to my back, such that our shoulders touched and our arms lay along each other. I could see the top of her mounds sticking up from her body. “Stuart, Stuart, Stuart. Who is this guy? He’s obviously a lousy lay, he’s never gotten you off, it only took me 10 minutes to get your pussy to cum. Do you remember you told me last night that you’ve never actually been fully naked with a guy, that this was the first one? What kind of boyfriend doesn’t get you naked, is this really the first time you’ve done this?”

I used it as an excuse to lean up and pull the quilt off the rest of her body.

“Give it back,” she said, squirming.

“Answer the question first. You’ve never been like this with a guy? It didn’t seem a problem last night.”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“What is?”

“This…being all…naked. It’s private, its…it’s not something for people to see.”

“Well, so, now I have, how is it? I’m looking at all of you right now, does it feel bad?”

“Yes.”

“But not too bad.”

“Well…what’s the point, I guess, hiding from you at least. You’ve done worse than have your eyes on it.”

“It?” I scoffed, “Why would you call your own body an ‘it’?”

“All women look silly undressed…”

I was able to lay the quilt down away from her, she let herself lay naked next to me now, my eyes pouring over every inch.

“You look beautiful.”

“Okay, okay, you said that already,” she was still rubbing her head. “You’ve seen more than enough of me, don’t you think? Can I have the quilt back?”

“Wasn’t just me. Those people out there saw, too,” I reminded her, avoiding covering her up.

Again her hands went to her head and covered her eyes.

“Oh, I know. THAT is mortifying.”

“Well…you have a very beautiful body, I assure you, you are a fine looking nude. They won’t feel bad for having seen you.”

She just shook her head.

“Can we just sleep some more? I am so tired,” she asked.

“Sure. Come close,” I ventured.

Surprisingly she did. She moved herself over slightly to half-roll onto me, her head on my shoulder, my hand on her bare ass in the daylight. Naked, quilt-less, she slept again, unexpectedly in my arms. I lay on my back looking down at her, my hard-on growing to the point of aching. It took some time, but eventually my lids were too heavy to keep open and I fell asleep with her

I woke to a shove in the guts and the voice of a guy yelling. I opened my eyes and took a moment to get my bearings. My fuck was trying to scramble to her feet, it was her elbow that had sharply squashed my intestines. The guy in the room was just inside the door, pointing and yelling obscenities. I had enough sense to work out this must be Stuart. He must have walked in on us while we slept. Geezuz, this should be interesting. Surely no guy would try to get in a fist-fight with a man that was naked. From nowhere came the thought of pissing on him as we fought, that would surely keep him away…or perhaps make him angrier. My fuck had gotten to her feet, trying to cover her body. All she could find at a scramble was a hand towel which she used to cover her front. The bits I could see from behind were still bare.

“Yeah, right, cover it up for me, huh? Your fuck-buddy here, he can get all the tit and ass he wants, but you cover yourself up for me, your boyfriend. What a fucking bitch!” he was really yelling now.

Given it hadn’t gotten physical and he hadn’t turned on me yet, I lay there and kept out of it as best I could, though I felt stupid with my cock out like it was. Reaching to the bottom of the bed to pull up the quilt would have brought too much attention, so I just stayed naked and frozen.

“Stuart, go outside, calm down, I’ll come out and we can talk…,” she tried to cool things down.

“Me go out? Why do I have to go out? So you can crawl back into bed and kissy-kissy with that fucking moron? Send that fucking bastard out why don’t you?”

It was difficult to tell where this was going. Given this guy was obviously an abusive sore loser, why didn’t she just dump him on the spot? Was my fuck actually going to try and keep the relationship…or was she just trying to avoid escalating the situation? Either way, he didn’t look like budging, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave her alone with him in this agitated state.

“Stuart, just…wait outside a minute, let me get dressed.”

Stuart’s face showed his anguish.

“Me, out? But you can get dressed in front of him?”

“Stuart!” she was more forceful now, “Just get out!”

“You fucking bitch,” he said, dangerously calmly, “what the fuck makes you think I’m going anywhere without you? You and I are leaving. Right now. Fuck your clothes, you can come and show me what you dish up to every other guy, I’m the one that supposed to be your fucking boyfriend, remember?”

Stuart stepped in and grabbed my fuck by the forearm, trying to pull her to the door. The towel fell away as she tried to pull away from him, he really was going to drag her away naked. I took a deep breath. It had reached a point where unfortunately I had to do something about it. What a bastard.

I crawled over and stood up off the bed.

“Oi!” I yelled, getting attention. “Enough! Let her go.”

It was a scary moment as I watched him deciding how far he was going to take this. I could see the options weigh across his mind. Punch the naked guy, or walk away from the slut? The more he thought, surely the more hesitant he would become?

He looked down at me, staring at the dry crusty remnants of his girl on my cock. He shook his head.

“I hate you,” he almost whispered, dropping her arm. He looked like he was about to walk out, for a moment I actually felt bad for him.

Then we found out what he was thinking about. A third option. He lashed out with his fist and hit that girl fair in the stomach, as hard as he could. She doubled over and dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, wheezing and gasping for air. I was in complete shock, stunned. Did he really just do that? Before I moved one muscle, he made for the door. I had to make a quick choice – follow and punish this gutless woman-basher, or drop to my knees and help this poor woman on the floor. I looked down, then dropped to my knees. I put my arm under her head and held her shoulders. I watched Stuart leave without looking, then slam the door shut behind him.

“Baby, Jesus, are you okay, are you hurt? Are you winded, is there damage? Do we need to call for help?”

“I dunno,” she winced, “I dunno, I think I’m okay, I dunno.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I had no idea he would do that. Jesus, has he hit you before?”

She shook her head. She wasn’t crying, but tears came from her eyes.

“Let’s get you up on the bed. The floor’s cold down here.”

I helped get her naked body off the floor and onto the bed. She moved ok, I didn’t think she was that hurt, she was just (rightfully) in shock and had the air taken from her. This time I voluntarily covered her in quilt, pulling it up over both of us. She wrapped her arms around me, held me tight and started sobbing again, with what tears were left. There was nothing for me to do but lay there and let her cry it out.

“Just how nutto is that guy?” I asked after a while, “He’s not the type to come back in here with a shotgun is he?”

She shook her head.

“He doesn’t know anything about guns,” she whispered back. I hoped she was right.

“What about knives…?” I mumbled. She didn’t answer, but she held me tight, her breasts squashing into me, her mound hard up against my hip. We lay there for a long time without talking, but neither of us slept this time.

After some time, Tennis Dress burst in, scaring the daylights out of us.

“Stuart was here!” she yelled as if she was telling us something we didn’t know. “Doug said he saw that video of you with your (pointing to me) stuff leaking out, and he stormed away in a cloud of dust. Lucky he didn’t see you in here like this, all hell would have broken loose.”

“All hell did break loose,” my fuck said quietly. We were both under the quilt with her back to my chest now, my arm around her waist, her head on her arm, leaning back into me.

Tennis Dress shook her head, confused.

“He hit me,” my fuck said straight.

Tennis Dress’ eyes lit up. “He what??!!”

“He hit me,” she repeated.

Tennis Dress rushed to the bed and held my fuck’s face, feeling all over. “Where?”

Even though we were both still naked, my fuck pulled back the quilt and held her stomach, rubbing it where she got punched.

“Right here, as hard as he could the bastard.”

“Fucking hell, I don’t believe it. Oh shit, are you gonna report him? Call the fucking police. That prick needs to go down, hitting a woman, what a fucking disgrace. Are you ok?”

“I think so, it doesn’t really hurt, just winded.”

“You need to see a doctor, that could be dangerous.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m just going to stay here and rest for a while.”

“Oh yeah?” she looked at me suspiciously, “Rest? With him here? Who are you anyway? Look at all the trouble you caused.”

I just shrugged. What could I say?

“It’s not his fault,” my fuck said, dropping her head to the bed and closing her eyes.

Tennis Dress got up and walked over to the door.

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows how gutless that Stuart prick is, he doesn’t hit that bastard, he hits the girl. What a fucking pussy,” she said, leaving. I was thinking that girl swears a lot.

My fuck turned around and looked up at me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded, then she leaned up to kiss me on the lips. Rubbing on her naked body as I was, I was hard again.

“You wanna fuck again?” I asked her, into the kiss. She held back and looked at me for a long moment. She shrugged her shoulders. As far as I was concerned anything other than a no was a yes. We kissed again, passionately. My hand went between her thighs, a finger up her hole, pumping, bringing out the wet, getting her ready. I had to put her hand onto my cock, prompting her to pump it. She caught on and I went back to masturbating her while she did me, all the time with a tongue in each other’s mouth. Her pussy got wet easily, I squashed on her clit and she squirmed in delight.

“You like that?” I smiled. She nodded furiously, so I pushed on her some more. She broke the kiss and gasped at my shoulder. She was ready for it, I thought. I took my hands to either side of her hips and picked her body up and over me.

“Hold my cock up, baby.” She took it in her hand and held it upright. “Ok, now drop onto it.”

She held it to her hole and dropped with the gravity of the moment. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she pushed onto it, bit by bit, bump by bump, a bit like the first time I took her the night before. Of course she didn’t remember that. I looked at her body, so brilliant. Her nipples were fairly belting out from her breasts. The breasts themselves held their shape as only a young woman’s can. And the young slim hips slowly lowered toward me, until our pubic hairs mashed into each other.

She looked at me and smiled, leaning close to kiss me.

“Happy?” she asked. “Happy with my body?”

I held her hips firm and pumped up at her a couple of times, making her eyes close and gasp.

“Brilliant cunt, baby, I love it,” I said.

“Don’t call it that,” she smiled at me, embarrassed. I kept at her from below.

“What would you like me to call it?”

“I dunno,” she squirmed, going red now.

“Well, whatever it is, your turn to use it. I’m going to lay here and watch you masturbate yourself, you can do some work for a change!” I teased her.

“Fine!”

I lay unmoved as she humped herself on my hard-on. And I was super hard. I’d come so many times that I could settle in for the long haul. She was sopping wet again, which worried me because usually girls were at their wettest when they were ovulating, and I’d been giving her all the seed I had, night and morning. Was it still morning, I wondered? Doesn’t matter, just watch this girl fuck. Last night she was a timid little thing, today she’s a proper lover. She’d had it in her the whole time. I felt good to have brought it to the surface, to my surface, which was pleasantly getting covered with her girl-juice.

The door swung open again and both of us turned sharply to see who it was, still skittish that Stuart would be back for vengeance. Hilariously it was Doug. My fuck stayed there on top of me. She stopped humping, but sat upright with me buried in her snatch.

“Fuck me dead,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know what you’re on, man, but we gotta talk. You are a fucking miracle man, do you ever stop?”

My fuck was surreptitiously squeezing on my cock with her vaginal muscles as she watched Doug again ogle her naked body. “Doug, what do you want?”

Doug came over to us, taking a good long look at her breasts standing over me, and at the part where our pubes joined.

“I thought you used to be shy?” he asked, ignoring her question.

“Ok, ok, you win,” she said, leaning back and picking up the quilt, using it to cover up her front.

“No, no, no…” Doug tried to stop her. “Don’t do that, you were fine just as you were, really, that quilt looks really bad on you, you know, you look kinda fat now…yeah, it’s that color perhaps, you look kinda spotty with that wrapped around you, don’t you think, don’t you agree…whatever your name is, what is your name anyway?”

My fuck jumped in on him.

“Doug! What do you want?”

Doug looked at her. The quilt didn’t come back off.

“Well, nothing it seems. Molly said Stuart hit you, so I wanted to know you were okay, but I guess you’re okay, given you’re back on the job. Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, thanks, it just winded me.” We kept giving each other tiny little fucks, me twitching myself in her, she squeezing her cunt on my pole, hoping to get back to proper sex as soon as we could. “Ummm…can we, like, talk after?”

“Ah, sure, yeah, of course,” he said, backing out of the room. “You want this shut, I guess, yes, well, right, I’ll just shut it as I…leave.”

He was looking for as long as he could at her naked back and ass, planted firmly over my balls. I’m sure she looked brilliant from that angle. As soon as the door shut her jaw mashed against mine and her hips frantically pumped and stroked me, slopping sounds filling the room as her juice splashed over my legs. We did her from all angles, in all corners of the room. She was super wet, I was super hard, it was great, wonderful sex. The best fuck either of us had had together. I was behind her when she came this time. Again, she could tell in advance what was going to happen to her.

“Oh, oh shit, you got me, you did it, I’m…I’m…oh shit…aaaaahhhhhhh” she screamed. It went on and on, and she wasn’t winding down. “Baby, it’s, together, can we, together…do it, pleaaaase, pleaaaase, together, I’m, I’m…..uhuhuhuhuh…”

I obliged. My head threw back and she squealed like an off-key cat. Hot semen shot from me, into the depths of this woman bent over shaking spasms on my cock. I pulled her into me as far as I could, I touched her insides as deep as I could. My flow carried the baton even further into her core in what could only be described as carnal. Deliciously carnal.

At the end of the shaking and twitching we stayed as we were, deep up her, her head in the sheets, legs spread, ass in the air, hole full of cock and sperm.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled at me, “can you never stop doing that?”

“Sure,” I said. “But I think you’ve well and truly drained me.”

“That’s okay, how long does it take to power up usually?”

“Well…it’ll probably take longer than the time we have left together.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.

“Well, I think I’m done, I don’t think I can do it again today.”

“Tomorrow will be fine,” she said, slight anxiety in her voice.

“Tomorrow?” I asked. She heard the surprise in my voice.

“Why? What’s wrong with tomorrow? It’s still holidays for me…you gotta work?”

It was a strange conversation to have with a girl with her face down in a pillow. I dropped us to lay on our side, still stiff up her cunt from behind, though I could feel myself losing length. I pulled her back to hold her, taking a handful of breast and rocky nipple.

“Baby, I’m not sure what you’re expecting. Are you thinking that we’re together now?”

Her silence I took as ‘yes, that’s what I thought’.

“Honey,” I said, “I really appreciate the sex, but really, both of us are just in it for a fuck, aren’t we? You said that earlier, that this is the first time you had a one-night stand?”

Again silence. I thought I cold hear sobs. Whatever it was about crying, it made me grow harder again inside her. I started to grind at her from behind, growing just enough to stay in there.

“C’mon baby, you’re still young, you’ve got to get a few one-night fucks under your belt. You can’t fall in love with every guy that sticks a cock in you, surely.”

“You bastard,” she said quietly.

“What?” I asked, innocently.

“You fucking bastard!”

“Why? Why am I a bastard?”

“You used me!”

“Geez. What does that mean? How did I ‘use you’?”

“You used me for sex!”

“Well, yeah, I did, and I still am,” I said, humping at her cunt. “So what? What’s wrong with sex? You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

I kept fucking her as we lay there, she was crying again. I’m getting sick of this, I thought. She’s been leaping from one emotional crisis to another. She was a nice piece of ass, but hardly the type to engage in a robust relationship. I wondered if I could get myself off just one more time before I disappeared, but I didn’t like my chances. It was a miracle I was still hard after the number of times I’d cum, getting myself worked up to sperm her one more time was going to be tough.

Through all this thinking and planning my exit, she was mumbling something.

“Huh? What’s that?” I said.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t go.”

Wow, this girl really latched on. I just shook my head slowly. She could feel me do it, and turned her head to look at me.

“Please. You can fuck me.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve already fucked you.”

“All the time. You can have me anytime you want. Stay with me, please.”

“Girl, you’ve got some serious issues here. You afraid of being alone? You latch onto the wrong guys. First that Stuart tosser, now me. Look, you and me, we’ve had a great night, you’ve been one of the best fucks a guy could hope for, but you don’t even know my name.”

She turned around toward me, my cock plopped out from her. She pushed me back and climbed up on top. Her hand reached down and took it, pointing it back to the sky then pushing herself onto it.

“What do you want?” she asked me.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I need to do to keep this in me?”

“I don’t get it. Why do you suddenly love my cock so much? You were itching to push me away before Stuart burst in and dumped you. Now you can’t get enough of me fucking you?”

She didn’t reply, she just ground her cunt on me and stared into my eyes. I had to admit, it was pretty hot.

“C’mon,” she said, “how can I be your girl for longer than just today?”

“Are you really serious?”

She nodded.

“You’ll do anything I want?”

She nodded. “I am already, aren’t I?” she smiled sitting up on me, pointing her naked hickey-covered breasts to the sky.

I wasn’t working that night. I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have one more day with this girl. The risk was she was one of those remora types and she’d hang around past her use-by date, but if I could get her to do what I wanted…that could be fun. There was no doubt she was stunningly beautiful, especially with no clothes on.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I warned her. “If you want to continue beyond this room, you’re going to have to do some shit that you don’t wanna do.”

“What don’t I wanna do?”

“Like, who do you live with?”

“Why?”

“Who do you live with?” I asked again.

“My family.”

“Which is…?”

“Mum, Dad, little brother.”

“What do you do?”

“I study still.”

I was going to say what and where, but I didn’t really care at that moment.

“Well, first things first, you’re going to ring your Mum and Dad and tell them you’re going to shack up for a few days with a guy. No lies, no bullshit about staying with a friend. You’ll flat out tell them you’ve met a guy at the party and you’re going to stay with him for a night, could be 2 or 3 nights, you don’t know yet. Okay? No bullshit. If you’re going to be with me, it will be up front and dealt with at home. I don’t do sneaking around, got it?”

She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no. I scrambled over to the side of the bed by the window, her still riding my cock. I fumbled around and found what I hoped was still there, my phone in my pants pocket. I took the keypad lock off for her.

“Here you go.” I passed her the phone. She stared at it, wondering what to say, or if she could say it.

“No bullshit,” I repeated.

She dialed the number then flicked her hair aside to listen to the ring. It took a while to answer.

“It’s me…” she said, followed by a barrage of noise the other end that made her take the phone from her ear.

“Calm down, I’m at Sherry’s shack, I fell asleep.”

There was more noise at the other end of the phone, and a question.

“I’m not, not today.”

Even I heard the scream on the other end, “What do you mean not today?”

“I’m going to stay with someone…”

“No bullshit,” I warned a whisper over the din the other end of the phone.

“A guy. I met a guy. I’m going to stay with him for a little while…”

That really set the noise off the other end. They were yelling so much I couldn’t even tell if it was male or female screaming, Mum or Dad.

“Not it’s not Stuart. I don’t care what Stuart thinks.”

More noise the other end.

“I don’t know, a day, a few days, we don’t know yet.” She held the phone away from her ear again.

“Look, I’m an adult, I can make these decisions, I don’t have to ask…”

More din.

“Yes, of course we’re using a condom!”

I lifted her naked body slightly to look at my bare cock poking into her, cum the most prevalent lubricant inside her vagina.

“Look, I’m calling to tell you I’m okay, that I’m going to be okay, and not to worry. If you’re going to yell at me like this I’ll just do things WITHOUT telling you, would that be better?”

The other end seemed to calm down.

“No, Mum, I’m not stopping off to get clothes. I don’t need clothes!”

I don’t think she meant it to sound like that. I think she meant to say she doesn’t need ‘more’ clothes, but clearly that set Mum off again the other end. She tried handing the phone to me, mouthing ‘you wanna talk?’, but I smiled and shook my head.

“Mum, Mum, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay, I’ll call you tomorrow”.

With that she hung up.

“Okay,” she said to me, “you wanted it, you got it. Now my family hate me and think I’m a slut.”

“Well, that’s okay, its better they know the truth,” I said nodding. She might be more mature than what I pegged her for, this girl. “That’s not all there is, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I’m going to spend time with a woman, she better be a woman, not some scared kid.”

“Isn’t this being a woman?” she asked, squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles.

I shook my head.

“Any schoolgirl can fuck, that’s not being a woman. Being a woman is the way you carry yourself, your flair. It’s confidence in yourself as a woman. You told me before that you are embarrassed being naked in front of other people. That’s a kid’s attitude.”

“Hey, what am I doing right now, huh? How much more naked could I get sitting here letting you fuck me while you ogle me, huh?” she challenged.

“Okay, that’s me, but what about all those others out there?”

“They saw me, too!” she countered.

“Yeah, but you feel embarrassed about it, you don’t want it to happen again.”

She said nothing.

“Here’s the deal,” I explained, “if you are coming home with me, you are going to have to have the confidence to walk out there and all the way to my car undressed.”

“Undressed? What do you mean undressed? In my underwear…?”

I thought about it a moment.

“You can have your panties, but no top. No point in getting you arrested, you better cover up your cunt. But you will be topless, and not covering up with your hands.”

“No way! How does that make me a woman?”

“You won’t know until after.”

“Know what?” she said, screwing up her face.

“There’s the deal. If you walk to my car in only your panties and let all those people on the way check you out, then I’ll let you in and I’ll drive you to my place and get you pregnant several more times. But if you can’t, or if you cover your breasts in any way, that’s okay, but I’ll drive you home to your Mum and Dad instead. How’s that? Fair?”

“Fair? How could that be fair?” she said. “I’ve never done this sort of thing, you know. This isn’t like me.”

“I know, that’s why I’m saying this, what we have now, it’s really just a one-night stand. You teenage girls, you’ve got great bodies and you know how to fuck and you know how to cum, but you don’t have the confidence or the presence of a proper woman. Think about all those super-models and actresses, you think they whine about showing their breasts to people? They’re sophisticated, grown-up, powerful presences, not giggly teens having quick grabs of each other in the back seat of a car. You and Stuart, in two years you never got naked with him. Honey, the sex has been really good, but I think we both need to see this for what it is, just a roll in the hay, don’t you think?”

She sighed. My hard-on was finally abating and when she moved back a touch it popped out from inside her. She looked down at it, half-hard and covered in slime. She grabbed it with both hands, scraping off some of the slop and strangely rubbing it onto her breasts. Some kind of souvenir?

“Okay,” she said simply. She lifted herself from the bed and crawled around looking for her clothes. I did the same, getting dressed.

“Where are my pants?” she asked.

“Ah, they’re under the end of the bed over there,” I told her. She looked at me quizzically, then reached under to find them. Standing at the end of the bed, she took her bra, t-shirt, short and pants, rolled them up and threw them to me.

“Okay,” she said calmly. “I’m ready.”

Wow, I thought. She is one fine looking naked woman. And she just told me she was willing to show it to the world. Wow.

I threw her panties back at her. “Seriously, you better put them on for now, they can come off again in the car.”

Silently she took them and put them on. They were small yellow cotton ones, small but enough to cover her hair. I checked in my pockets. Wallet, keys, phone all there, good. Pity my sunglasses were back in the house. I should keep them in the car, I made a mental note to myself.

“All done? Then let’s go.” No point in letting her think about it too much.

I opened the door, her clothes in hand. I motioned for her to go first. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before taking a final look at me. I nodded, and she stepped through to the lounge, and out into the world.