A story on a dare . . . | 2016

Distance is a funny thing. It’s amazing how people continents apart can still feel each other’s warm and tender embrace. It seems absurd, but it can and does happen. This is the story of how I fell in love.

It was a grey October sky. Morning rain clouds the windows, filtering the scattered light. It wasn’t hot, nor was it too cold. A mugginess in the air, a feeling of being trapped in a sauna. It was that kind of day. I want to say I woke up on time, but I drank too much and missed the alarm by 45 minutes. I don’t mind. This weather, this job, this life. Nothing seems to matter much.

I scratch my head furtively to shake the tangled vines of what could be called my hair. I almost didn’t notice when I brushed the curvature of another person in bed with me. I think back, trying to remember what transpired, but the few scattered memories are of shots, dancing, vomit, and a toilet. I shake the body a few times, no response. A few more and it’s clear that she’s a woman, but wouldn’t it be rude to see her as she lay upon my mattress defenseless and most likely nude?

A brief period of contemplation on an already taxed mind, and the covers glide away with the motion of a hand. It was a shock. Shoulder length brunette hair curled slightly, plump pink lips, and nary an imperfection on her face. The rest of her was equally stunning, with a slender body, ample bosom, and a freshly shave pubic mound. She was a goddess, those thoughts flashed my mind shortly before she opens hers. Concrete, I know that’s not a color of eyes, but the mixture of Hazel gives a deep feeling of rock. “Good morning.” A stretched yawn escapes along with those words. She looked at me lovingly as she shimmied and leaned into a kiss. It was; unexpected. A woman like her in my bed. As our lips part, a glance at her hand reveals a serious issue. She’s married!

Shit, well this could be a lot better, I mean I’m no saint, but I never took another married woman to bed. While processing this information, she scoots off the bed and walks around looking for thrown garments. A shirt here, thong over there, pants over somewhere. Where are her pants? My eyes scan the room to find what happened to that tiny pile of denim fabric, it’s not a large place. She’s looking under the desk, the bed, into the studio kitchen. It’s not a huge apartment, where the fuck did they go?

“I’ll help.” It was really all I can say in this situation. I think it’d be awkward to ask for a name.

Minutes pass as we lift and push every moveable object we can think of moving. I occasionally glanced back when she bends over. My member quivering with excitement at her ample backend. I tried desperately to push those thoughts away, only to have the kiss reemerge. It’s okay, right. She wouldn’t oppose if I take her. It wasn’t a large confidence boost, but enough for me to mosey toward her as we’re looking. She’s on her hands and knees trying once more to look under the bed when I kneel behind her. I can see her pale pink lips, and bright pink star. I get in closer as my heart beats, my right hand grabbing her thigh and pulling it aside as I proceed to lick her. “What are you doing?” She asks in an airy voice.

“Nothing I haven’t done already.” I retort. I hope that wasn’t as cocky as it sounds. I return to licking her lips, sipping at her damp and flavorful scent. It isn’t much, a small hint of urine, but a smell of flowers. That’s probably the best descriptor I can give at the moment. My tongue plays with her taint, she must’ve showered before I woke up, there’s no unpleasant smells. The tip of my nose touches her anus, I listen intently to each moan and gasp. She’s enjoying this too much, I honestly didn’t think it was possible given my previous conquests that someone is so enthusiastic about me going to town on them. She’s gripping trying to get ahold of something, but the carpet is too short and she settles for a leg of the bed and starts pushing back. I feel my nose enter slightly into her anus, nothing dirty, but very arousing. My cock is like granite and I’m meaning to blow my load in this woman. I pull back, my jaw covered in grool and saliva. She’s damn tasty! I look at her backside for a moment before I get upon my knees, and shuffle toward her closing the foot or so between us. I take my dick in hand and rub up and down her slit, I always enjoy this. She’s saying nothing, but her body is speaking volumes. She wiggles her hips, tries to thrust, and positions in a way that she almost got the tip in. “A condom.” I mention as I’m about to pull away to my cabinet drawer.

“No, inside me. Cum inside me, I want you to.” Her words whispered and pleading. My balls nearly burst dry from those words alone. I honestly don’t know how I’m still conscious with all this blood keeping my throbbing cock straighter than a recruit at basic training. Do it! I couldn’t fight my urges any more, I plunged in balls deep. It was sudden, I’m sure it hurt but she took it like a champ. We’re going wild as I’m thrusting as quickly as my stamina allows, and she’s pushing back with as much. She’s thirsty, so thirsty for what I’d got. My hands found her hips, and my thrusts are slapping my balls. I didn’t care for the pain during this, it was worth it to hear her begging me to fuck her.

This session was wild as I stood up and lifted her ass, but commanded her to continue being bent to the floor. She complied as I’m ramming her pussy like a jackhammer. It’s not tight, but it isn’t loose. I felt enough friction to keep me hard, but I wanted more. I wanted her to hold me tight. I did what only seemed logical after some time passed. I tossed her on the bed, flipped her over, and went missionary on this indigenous village. I watched, mesmerized by her bouncing breasts, and the look on her face as she’s approaching orgasm. I have no idea how many she’s had, but every few thrusts she’d grip and breath before starting again.

On one such break, she grabs a huge dildo, it isn’t mine. “Use this,” speaking in short bursts as I can’t find a moment when I’m in her in which I’m not trying to pump her like the pump at a gas station. “You in my ass,” was the next set of syllables I heard before she holds me out long enough to slide this 12’ monster inside her. “Fuck my ass!” She knows my name, fuck. Still as solid as marble I do a few spit takes onto my dick, and guide it toward the target. It takes it well at first, the tip parting her blossoming flower for my stamen. One the dome is in, a few slow thrusts and now I’m fucking this chick’s ass. She’s holding her legs up, while working the dildo. My cock thrusting as well. I don’t know if I was making noise, but I don’t care because this was the hottest fuck on two wheels and I’m going ride this bicycle until I fall off.

It turns out it wasn’t much longer after I got inside, because her ass squeezed the ever living shit out of my dick. I couldn’t hold my nut for more than a few minutes before I evacuated freshly squeezed jizz all up inside her delicious asshole. “Stay inside while I finish again.” She said commandingly, I did my best as my dick shrank back to form. Watching her though, it aroused my senses and I didn’t soften. I took this as a sign from God to fuck this bitch until she’s done.

I didn’t take no for an answer as I told her to flip over, get into doggy, and bite a pillow because I’m going to break through your ass like a German panzer. I knew that I would have a good half hour before I’m ready to cum again, and with my semen lubricating her ass I picked up the pace and really drilled into her backdoor. Her tits aren’t bouncing as they’re smashed against my lime sheets, and her face being smothered by what I could only assume is a pillow silencer. I could barely hear her over the sound of my skin and hers’. My nails are digging into her hips at this point. It’s raw, brutal, and sensual. A hunger deep within me stirred and I aim to use it to claim this woman as my own. I biting my lip as she bites the pillow. “Take it you bitch!” Far worse language escaped my mouth during the entirety of the session, but that’s what she was to me. A bitch that I wanted to fuck, feed, fuck, feed some more, fuck again, and maybe fuck one last time before sleep before I repeat the routine ad infimum. This was some primal lust, I thought at the time as her back glistened with sweat. Was it from her or from me? It matters not, because that just means progress is happening. She’s now longer touching herself at this point, both hands now gripping the pillow.

She must be ready, time to drive it home, as I reset my grip on her reddened hips, I grunt and pound her like a freshman taking shots at a frat party. One last thrust and I force my cock as far inside her as I can, my balls aching to join in release their payload. A wet spasm and I collapse downward, my arms wrap her and pull her back so she’s on top. I pump the last few twitches with her riding reverse cowgirl as she screams into the pillow. Panting and on the verge of collapse she lifts up and holds above me while cum dribbles out of her ass. She reaches back and takes a bit, raising it to her lips and begins to lick her fingers of my spunk. She looks back and laughs. She points to the spot on the bed where the pillow rested, and there we see her pants. I’m so glad we didn’t look there, Thanks to that, I got to have her while sober.

We cuddle on the small love seat at the edge of the bed watching Netflix before she gets dressed. “I need to go, or I’ll miss my flight back to Jersey.” She’s not a local, damn. I must’ve seen down because she leans down and gives me a longing kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and breathing heavy. I think I have one last gift for her. I pull her pants down, remove her lacy black thong and sit her right atop my cock.

“One to take with you,” I quip and she returns the smile. It wasn’t fast, it was a slow deliberate pace which turns out is highly sexual in context. A few minutes maybe, I don’t recall. I won’t forget how after cumming in her moist pussy, how she stood, quickly pulled her thong and jeans on and walked to the door. “I’ll keep in touch.” She smiled and turned around as a tiny wet spot on faded denim formed near her pussy.

A few months go by, I still masturbate to her, she’s married you idiot! I’m coming back from work when I pull into my allotted space. The stairs up were uneventful as approached the door my heart sinks. At the door is the woman from before, her belly slightly larger, and her ring gone. “She’s a girl. She’s yours.” With a smile, I run up to kiss her. I wrap my arms around her and press her body to mine. I missed this so much. I guess there’s only one thing to do, “What’s your name?”

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