14 comments/ 116531 views/ 24 favorites The Blow Off By: JenniferO1 Well here's another one for you, I'm sorry to say that the promised story, The Shave, has turned into a damned book. There are so many elements that play into that story that I'm just finding it difficult to edit it down to something near reasonable. I've broken it into sections, but at this point will post it all at one time. I think sections help to break up the story and events, but even that's way too large, so more editing is in order. The good news is that it's all written, it's just the damnable final editing that remains to be done. So for those of you who don't know me or my stories, my name is JenniferO or Jenno to those who know me. I've been writing and posting stories about my adventures here for the last 5 or 6 years. I'm 29 now and I write stories mostly from my younger wilder days. Occasionally, I write about my more recent adventures, but the old ones seem to have a little more edge to them. I'm 5' tall barely, weigh 85 lbs and I suppose the best way to describe how I look is that I have a kind of swimmers figure. I'm half Irish and half Italian which if nothing else, confirms my passionate nature. I was a real party girl in my younger days. I loved getting high, hanging out with friends and living out crazy adventures. I was always up for a party, my slogan back then was "You can go forward and you can go backward, but you can't go straight". I know that's a bad attitude for a lot of people and it probably was for me to, but everything worked out in the end. I guess I'm not an addictive personality, unless it comes to having fun. Even when I was young I fell in love with the idea of sex. I started when I was still in high school and while it wasn't the best, it was still pretty damn good. I'm not faulting the high school guys, but really, who knows anything about getting laid in high school. We all had these new parts and wanted to take them out for a test ride to see how they worked. Even the good girls wanted to. The difference was that they didn't follow through on what they wanted and I did. For me, it started off with just going braless occasionally. I have such large nipples that even though I'm pretty flat chested, I'd get the looks from guys, including some of the teachers. My nipples seem to be in a state of perpetual hardness or maybe they're just so big that they can never really go away. When I'd go braless, they just stuck out, there was no hiding them. The only difference was how obvious they are; they stand out or really stand out. For some reason when I laugh and joke around, they get hard. Guys noticed and started joking around and flirting with me. I noticed them staring, but ignored it unless they were too obvious, then I'd just lift their chin or something. In any event, I loved how guys would stop and talk and flirt, I drew so much attention. So I started going braless more and more. When I went to the beach I'd wear the skimpiest bathing suits I could find. Again, I noticed guys checking me out and I liked that. So of course, one thing leads to another and I went further. Some girlfriends and I stopped wearing panties under our skirts when we went out. That felt so sexy, but it was like a drug. We began wearing shorter and shorter skirts. Pretty soon, they were barely covering our asses. It was all such a rush knowing that we were showing off our pussies to complete strangers. There was no avoiding it really, the skirts were that short. We were quite the dangerous little group of girls, braless under thin halter tops and short skirts with no panties. One time I remember, we were in a local mall and one of my girlfriends dared me to go in and try on some shoes. I can't resist a dare and there was this kinda cute older guy working in the shoe store. I took the dare and I swear that by the time I was done, that guy could've taken me out back and screwed my brains out, I was so hot. I tried on 3 or 4 pair of shoes and the whole time, he's kneeling on the floor in front of me checking out my pussy. I have almost no hair at all, just a little tuft at the top, so everything was totally on display and the longer I sat there, the juicier I got. It was an incredible rush for me to have this guy checking me out like this. I could see my girlfriends out in the main mall getting silly watching while I was doing this. I must've spent 20 minutes in there letting him look at my pussy. When he went to get a pair of shoes in the backroom one time, I spread the lips so that when he came back out, he was looking at my young, open pussy. The poor guy was barely looking at me feet. I was such a terrible tease. Later that summer, I was San Diego with one of my girlfriends visiting her older sister. She took us to a nude beach for a day and I notched it up another level. I discovered that I loved, loved, loved being nude in public; big surprise, huh. When I got my license, I started driving down from LA on the weekends; it was only a couple of hours. I'd be lying on the beach and all these guys would end sitting around me. I didn't know at the time that a naked girl is a magnet at nude beaches. A lot of them would start up conversations and it was so cool to just be sitting on the beach naked talking to these strange guys who were also naked. My girlfriends came down with me a few times, but while they thought it was cool, they weren't into it like I was. It was a drug for me, I needed to show off and to be checked out. I'd found a somewhat safe haven for that and I loved it. Well, of course with that kind of attitude towards nudity, sex was just natural to follow. I found that I absolutely loved sex and still do. I happen to be one of those women who orgasm very easily and generally have multiple orgasms during sex. I know now that that's pretty unusual, but at the time, I thought that's just how it was for all women. Even with guys who came really fast, it generally wasn't a problem because they could just keep going and wanted to. They also seemed to last a lot longer on the second go round too. The problem that I found was I was on the path to a really wild reputation early. When my family moved to the San Francisco area at the end of my senior year, I took the opportunity to reinvent myself. I went under cover in my sexual adventures. No more talk circulated about my crazy behavior. Art School was the place where the whole sex thing really bloomed again though. I moved out east to go to school. Everything was going pretty smooth until my second year when I met Bob and I discovered I had some very different sexual appetites. Man oh man, did we make a wacked out couple. He was a voyeur and I'm an exhibitionist, how much more perfect setup can you have for a couple of partiers who loved sex. He loved it when I would show myself or better yet, let myself be shown. Most of my stories seem to originate from those times. Bob and I broke up for a while and I dated a few other guys. One of them Michael who this story is written about was really kind of possessive. He treated me like I was his bicycle or something. I don't even know why things with him lasted as long as they did. While dating him though; Bob and I started to talk again. I think we both realized that we kind of needed one another and I guess I was letting him talk me into coming back to him. It took a while for that to happen though. I hope I haven't wasted your time in the introductions. I figure if you're new, background information is always good and if you're already a loyal reader, then maybe I've shared something you didn't know about me. If you have some comments about my stories or even just want to ask questions regarding events, feel free. I try to answer most of the emails that are sent. I have to warn you that if you just write telling me that you'd like to "fuck my brains out", don't expect a response. I get a lot of those and while they are complimentary, little notes, they leave nothing to respond to really. If you don't like something about my story; tell me, just don't do it anonymously. I'm really not offended by criticism, but give me the chance to respond. There may be something I can learn if you give me a chance. Maybe even make a better story next time. So enough of all that stuff, on to the story... This one occurred in the crazy times. As I said above, I was dating this guy Michael. This one particular Friday night in early summer, we had plans to meet around 7 to get some dinner and maybe hit a couple of clubs. It was around 4 in the afternoon on that Friday and I was out doing errands. I decided to stop by his house to see where he wanted to go so I could figure out what to wear. When I got there, I saw a car I recognized behind Michael's in the driveway. I parked on the street and walked down the driveway along side the house to the back deck. He always used the back door as the main entrance. As I got to back corner of the house, I heard a couple of guys talking and my name mentioned. I know I probably shouldn't have, but I did what I think most people would've done. I stopped to listen to the conversation to see what was being said about me. I recognized Michael's voice and that of one of his out of town friends nicknamed Buster. The nickname was due to his penchant for breaking bones, mostly his own. He was kind of radical and was always involved in one extreme sport or another. Well as I'm listening, it turns out that Michael making plans to blow me off and go out to party with Buster instead. Buster to his credit didn't want to step on the plans Michael and I already had. Michael on the other hand didn't have any issue with that at all, no problem at all with ditching me. I hear him say "Hey don't worry about it man, she'll figure it out, it's not like it's the first time I've blown her off to go out and party and it won't be the last. She'll be pissed for a couple of days, but then she'll want some loving and her little world will be right again." And he laughed! I fumed... my little world huh! As I stood there thinking about what I was going to say to Michael, I was surprised to hear Buster tell Michael that he was being an asshole. "Let's just have her come out with us, Jenno's cool and I think she's a blast to hang out with. Why piss her off?" "Fuck that!" Michael told him. "There's this new tittie bar and I heard one of the girls I work with dances there, that's where we're going tonight my friend." "Well it's up to you." Buster said. "You do what you want, but you better watch out, because someone else will come along who'll treat her better and then you'll be dating your fucking hand." "Shit" Michael said. "It's not like she's not the only girl around, there's millions of them." Michael laughed again. "Alright, I'm done," Buster said, "have it your way, but I think you're really are an asshole and I'm telling here and now if I ever get the chance to tap her, I'm going to take it." Michael just laughed harder... "Sure whatever... it's not like you're ever going to get that chance, but if you do... go for it, she is a great piece of ass, nice tight pussy." I was now well and truly pissed, he was so fucking arrogant. But I decided to not confront him, not just yet anyway. I wanted to think about this for awhile first. I had another idea starting percolate. I just turned around, walked back to my car and went home. I opened up a bottle of wine and considered all that I had heard and the bullshit I'd been putting up with from Michael over the last few months. He was cool when we first started dating, but this crap was happening more and more lately. I was fed up with it. If I did the same sort thing to him, he'd blow a major gasket. As I thought more about it, I had to respect Buster though. He was this great big, rugged looking guy who spoke his mind regardless of what other people thought. You always knew exactly where you stood with him. No bullshit. You have to respect that attitude. He had a great sense of humor and now I discovered that he also had a sweet heart. I gave him a lot of credit for telling Michael that he was an asshole. Most guys in my experience don't tell their friends when they're being dicks. I mean it wasn't like I expected him to stick up for me, but I really appreciated the fact that he did. I don't think any of Michael's other friends would've told him he was being a jackass. The more I thought about what had been said, the more found myself focusing on what Buster had said about tapping me if he had the chance. I could almost see the sneer on Michael's face when he told Buster, there wasn't a chance. That just pissed me off even more. It was like he could treat me like crap and I wasn't smart enough to do anything about it. As I drank more wine, I found myself getting more and more pissed at Michael and more enraptured with how Buster had come to my rescue. Then, I had an idea. Maybe I could kill 2 birds with one stone. When Michael gets together with the guys for a night of partying, he really goes overboard and gets totally smashed. I didn't know how Buster was, but assumed that he would probably get pretty smashed as well. Usually, when Michael gets home, he just staggers up the stairs to his room and crashes and is dead to the world until the next morning. Amazingly, he doesn't seem to get much in the way of hangovers, I have no idea why. Maybe because he does it a lot I guess. In any event, I hatched my little plan. One of the things I had been looking forward to tonight was a little sex when we got home after clubbing. There was no chance that was going to happen now that Michael decided to blow me off. I thought about another incident that occurred totally by accident not long before and thought I might be able to work something like that to my advantage. I wrote a little story about it called "The Stag Party". It's about a time where I decided to surprise another, earlier boyfriend with a quickie before he headed out to a stag. I went to his house before he got out of work I got undressed and lay on the couch all spread out just waiting for him to come home. I thought it would be a great surprise. Well, it didn't go according to plan and I was the one surprised. He came home alright, but with a bunch of buddies and while he went upstairs to shower and get ready for the evening, they came into the living room where I was laid out. There was no place to hide or escape so I did the only thing I could think of, I pretended to be asleep. They spent the next 20 minutes or so checking me out and stuff while I pretended to be sleeping. Thinking about that, I thought maybe I could do the same sort of thing here. I wondered what would happen if I gave Buster an opportunity. I was pretty confident Michael would come home totally smashed like usual and would just stumble right up to his bedroom. Buster, on the other hand... well the couch is where he usually crashes after a night of partying with Michael. I thought that could be interesting. I was ready to end it with Michael anyway, this would an interesting way of marking that decision. I got all showered up and then drove over to Michael's to meet him as planned. Sure enough, no one was home when I knocked. I pulled my car out of the driveway and parked down the street from his house. I didn't want him to see my car when they finally came home. I went back to the house and knocked on the door again, just to make sure. There was definitely no one was home. I had a key, so I let myself in. There was note on the table from Michael apologizing for not being here, but a friend had showed up who need to talk, so he felt he should take him out... blah, blah, blah. A total line of bullshit! He ended it with "...I'll make it up to you baby" with a stupid smiley face doodle after it. I packed up all my stuff. Once I got that done and loaded into my car. I went back into the house and opened another bottle of wine. I had also brought a bigger empty wine bottle that I planned to use as a kind of prop. I ordered some Chinese and settled in for the evening to watch a movie and drink my wine. I even took a little nap around 11pm for a couple of hours. I woke up a little after 1am; I didn't expect them home for another hour or so. I poured another glass of wine and then went out on the back porch to fire up a joint. When I finished the joint, I went back in the living room and took off my sun dress. It's all I was wearing. I lowered the lights in the living room and turned the TV down low. I put on a touch of perfume and then hid my stuff in a bag behind the couch. I left the large empty wine bottle and a partly empty glass on the coffee table along with the remains of the joint in the ashtray. Now everything was pretty much set. I took the blanket that Michael had set out for Buster and lay down on the couch with it loosely draped over my body. I arranged it so that while nothing was really showing, I had one breast partially uncovered. It was obvious that I was naked. Bait. I was pretty sure it would look like I showed up for our date and after I read the note decided to just stay until he got home. In the process I drank a big bottle of wine, smoked some pot, and passed out while watching TV. Perfect! In all honesty, I didn't expect Michael to even come in the living room, but this would cover it if he did. I wasn't supposed to know Buster was even in town. However, if things went according to plan, it would be Buster who would come in and see me lying there. I was pretty sure he would also assume that I had passed out. He's also been around me enough to know that when I am out, then it practically takes an explosion to wake me up. Michael complains about it all the time. I wondered if Buster would complain. Then I waited. Maybe 20 minutes or so later, I heard a car pull up in the front and then pull away. A couple seconds later, the two guys stumbled in the back door by the kitchen. They were really loud and laughing about something I couldn't understand. I could tell that they were both pretty loaded. Michael got them each another beer out of fridge and they sat at the kitchen table drinking and shooting the breeze. I have to admit, I was nervous as hell lying there like this. My heart was beating a mile a minute. True to form though, not 10 minutes later, Michael said he needed to crash and stumbled his way up the stairs. I doubt he even finished his beer. A moment later, I heard the back door open and then a minute later close and lock. Buster must've gone to his car to get his stuff. He came back in and then I heard the footsteps coming down the hall to the living room. I had my arms over my eyes and was pretending sleep. The footsteps stopped at the living room door, he was looking at me sleeping on the couch. I just heard a whispered. "Oh Shit!" A moment later, he quietly called out my name. I didn't move. He came closer and shook me, "Hey Jenn, come on, wake up." I mumbled a little in my sleep and squirmed cozier into the cushions of the couch. Nothing happened for a moment. Then I thought he was talking to someone else for a moment. "Oh fuck, damn..." He slurred. I wasn't sure, but I suspected that the blanket must've moved and revealed a larger portion of one of my breasts. He shook me again... Come on Jenn, wake up, I can't take this. You're just looking too good lying there like that. Now, if you're awake and can hear me, I'm going to go get myself another beer. You can just go upstairs and everything will be cool. If you're still here when I get back, well then I can't be responsible." I pushed his hand away from my shoulder and rolled a little bit. I felt the blanket slip down over one nipple. It popped out. I made myself comfortable again resting my arms on the pillow up over my head. I was posing and showing myself to him and he had no idea this was all deliberate. The Blow Off He also had no idea how hot I found this! My nipples were twisted up so hard. My pussy was throbbing. I heard him leave the room and get himself another beer, He stayed in the kitchen for maybe a minute or two. Then I heard him come back in and sit in a chair opposite where I was lying. I don't know how long he sat there, maybe 5 or 10 minutes, maybe more. Time has a tendency to get a little weird for me when stuff like this happens. It seems to last forever and be over too soon at the same time. I lose all touch with everything else when I go to this world. He got up and came back to the couch. "Oh Shit... Jenn, I tried to warn you, I really tried, but if you're going to lie there like that, well then... damn, I gotta have a little peek." I thought it was kinda funny that he was talking out loud. "God, you're so fucking hot, Jenn!" Then I felt the blanket being slowly pulled away revealing first my breasts and then the rest of body. I was lying on the couch totally naked under his gaze. My legs were together and leaning against the back of the couch. He went and sat some more just drinking his beer and I guess checking me out. After a little while, he got up again and he walked back over to me. He put his hand on one knee and gently pulled it down to the couch, I let it fall open, spreading my legs. Now my pussy was revealed to him. I heard him moan as he saw my secret treasure all pink and juicy. His breathing was getting heavier and more excited. That turned me on even more, but I had to control myself for a little while yet. After all I was supposed to be out to the world, but damn did it feel sexy lying here and having a strange man seeing me like this. I loved it. I live for this, even now writing it, it gets me all hot. I felt him get up off the couch and then heard him walk out of the room. I opened my eyes, he was heading upstairs. I wasn't sure what that was about, I hoped it was just to check on Michael, to make sure he was passed out. I hoped that was it and he wasn't going up to get Michael. I slightly rearranged myself for comfort. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy wet and ready. I spread my outer pussy lips apart so that my pussy would look more open and then I ran out of time, I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. I quickly licked my fingers, I could taste my juices and that jacked me up a bit more, then I closed my eyes and waited. Buster came back into the living room. I heard him pop open a fresh beer as he sat back down in the chair opposite me again. I didn't know what he was doing, but figured he must be enjoying the view while trying to figure out what to do next. He was pretty loaded and after a night of watching naked women dancing around, there must've been an almost irresistible temptation to take this further. It's exactly what I had planned. I hoped he was drunk enough to be naughty. "Damn girl, you look so fucking good lying there like that. I sure as hell don't know why that asshole is passed out in his room and you're down here like this. I just fucking checked; he's crashed out cold. He should be fucking your brains out right now." He got up and came back over to the couch. He sat down started rubbing my leg as he checked me out up close. His fingers inched up my thigh until they grazed across my open sex. I felt his weight shift on the couch and then that hand was rubbing its way up my side. It circled up around my left breast and then he cupped it and gave it a gentle squeeze. He left his hand there for a moment; I think to see if I'd wake up and when I didn't, he gently fondled and played with it. Feeling his rough hands on me really jacked me up another notch. Involuntarily, I let out a little moan. "Oh you like that huh... I heard you were a hot little slut in the old sackeroo. Well I like it too, you got great little titties Jenn, I always kind of thought you would. Those big fat nipples of yours are always poking through your shirt." He rubbed his way over to my other breast and then played with that one too. Then he had both hands on me and was playing with both of my breasts. My nipples got even harder if that was possible. The areola gets kind of swollen and puffy and the nipple just twists up so hard that it almost feels like it's pulling the rest of my breast into it. Now, they were almost painfully hard. I felt so exposed and helpless and it really had me hot as hell. I love the feel of a man exploring my body, especially in a naughty way like this. I was just dying here. I felt like I was melting away. He was just squeezing and rubbing my breasts and it felt really good. His hands were hard and rough on my soft, white skin. That was totally the opposite of Michael, his hands were soft and he wouldn't think to something like this. I liked that Buster was taking what he wanted. He was carpenter and so worked with his hands every day. I don't think he would've been doing this with me had he been sober, but I had counted on his being loaded and maybe him remembering a conversation we'd had. Flashback to a month before: I was kind of loaded at the time and Buster and I were just shooting the breeze while people watching. There was a girl dancing around pretty provocatively and I could see that he was into it. He turned to me and asked me if I had ever done anything as daring as that and I just laughed. I knew he thought I was a kind of goody two shoes. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you" He looked at me appraisingly, "Really, now you've got me interested, tell me about it." I just laughed... "Oh no, not so fast, I can' just be telling those kind of stories." He bargained and bargained, finally offering to tell me about one of his wildest escapades. I finally agreed that if his story was good, I might share mine. His hopes up, he launched into the telling of his adventure. He told me how one time, he had an apartment with a roommate. His roommate's girlfriend who he thought was wicked hot was staying with them for a couple of weeks. One night the roommate was working at a pizza parlor or something and Buster was in apartment studying. He said he generally just locked himself in his room, so he wouldn't be bothered by TV or anything else going on in the house. Finally, he finished studying and decided to go get a beer and relax in front of the TV for awhile. The way the place was set up, he had to go by his roommate's bedroom. As he walked by, he noticed that the light was on. When he looked he saw the girlfriend on the bed either sleeping or passed out, but she was totally nude. He didn't even know she was in the apartment, he'd never heard come in. Well, he stood there checking her out and then stepped into the room to get a closer look. Every step he took; the faster his heart beat. He said she was really, really pretty and had this great body and now he was checking her out totally naked. When he got closer, he saw the vibrator lying on the bed between her legs. It was wet from her juices, her pussy was pink and open, her nipples swollen. It appeared as though she was breathing pretty heavily. He had been checking her out for maybe a couple of minutes when he noticed that it looked like she was starting to wake up. He got nervous and hurried out of the room to get his beer, hands shaking at what he had just seen. When he went back, the door was closed. About a month later the girlfriend broke up with his roommate and maybe a few weeks after that, he saw her at a campus party. She was pretty loaded and was being really friendly to him. One thing led to another and finally she asked him if he remembered that night they were alone in the apartment. He pretended ignorance and she laughed and told him that she was awake and only pretending to be asleep when he walked in on her. She told him that she didn't realize that he was home either and when she heard the door to his room open and him walking down the hall, she froze. She didn't know what to do, so she just pretended to be passed out. Once he came in the room, it got her so hot to be seen like this, she was hoping that he would do something and was really disappointed when he didn't. "A girl after my own heart" I laughed. "So did you hook up or what?" He told me he hadn't, she was there with her new boyfriend and he didn't think it would work. I laughed and told him that she wouldn't have told him the story if she didn't want him do something about it. He was intrigued and asked why I thought that was the case. I told him that I thought it was pretty hot that she had done something like that. Too bad, he didn't work it out. When he asked why it was so hot, I had told him that as hot as it is to be checking this girl out like that, it was probably as hot or hotter for her to be seen like that, especially if she had been getting herself off with a vibrator when you surprised her. Sometimes, there's this whole thrill thing that goes with unexpected situations or being taken as long as you know you're not going to be hurt. He finally asked about my hottest adventure, I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. No one was and so I told him how I used to run around wearing skimpy clothes, sometimes with no underwear. He looked incredulous "I know, I know" I laughed... "I'm shocking you... I'm really pretty hammered; I shouldn't even tell you this story. You're going to think I'm a slut." "No... No I won't... I love this side of you, I never knew." "You sure," I asked. I really didn't want him to think badly of me. On the other hand though, it would be hot to tell someone one of my naughty adventures. This was before I ever thought about writing stories. So being the naughty little vixen I can be sometimes, continued and told him about hot little thing that happened to me. I was at a party in my first year of art school. I had been dating a guy from another college and went to a party at his frat house. I had little too much to drink, so I found an empty bedroom to pass out in for awhile. I was wearing this short, little skirt, no panties and a skimpy halter top with no bra. I was definitely dressed like a hottie that night. He raised his eyebrows when I told him that. "Sounds nice" he smiled. "Wish I was there." I slapped his arm, "Be nice or I won't finish." So anyway, it felt really sexy to me at the time... actually, it still does. So I was passed out in this bedroom and I don't know what or how it actually happened, but I suppose someone must've come in and me passed out and saw my pussy on display as I lay there on the bed. Whatever the reason, the next thing I know, I'm waking up with someone playing with my pussy and a dick sliding into my mouth. It was kind of dark and I was really still pretty much out of it. I assumed it was my boyfriend and so went along and began to give him a blowjob as he fingered me. In no time, I could tell he was getting ready to come. It seemed really pretty quick, but as I say I was still pretty out it and he seemed to pretty into it. I had a hand on his balls and felt them tighten up and then he groaned and came in my mouth. I continued to suck on his dick as he shot his load down my throat. When he finished, he slid his dick out of my mouth. I was pretty worked up by this point because of all the attention he had paid to my pussy. A moment later, he started to go down on me. I was really starting to get into to it when I felt him trying to slide his dick back into my mouth. I let him slid it right in. Even as loaded as I was, I knew that it was a different dick. I opened my eyes and while it was dark, and I was still pretty buzzed, I recognized the guy as one of my boyfriend's roommates. I knew I should've stopped him, but I was still drunk and confused. I guess part of it was that I didn't want to make a scene but another big part was now I was worked up and horny. I wanted to suck his dick so I pretended to be still more out of it than I really was. I sucked him off until he came in my mouth too. What I didn't know was that there were a few other guys in the room watching this whole thing. He slipped his dick out and another guy came up and slid his dick into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his dick and blew him. He pushed my halter top up revealing my breasts and began to play with them as I sucked on his dick. The whole time, someone is licking my pussy and I can't stop coming. By the time it was over, I had blown 5 guys, the two roommates twice as they played with my pussy and tits. One would blow his load and the next would step right in and slide his dick into my mouth while the others played with my body. I don't know why none of them fucked me, but they all took turns making me orgasm by licking my pussy. Buster sat there looking at me open mouthed and I laughed... "See I told you... now you think I'm a slut." "No not at all, I think that's the hottest story I've ever heard, goddamn Jenno, you're a wild woman, you blew 5 guys... holy shit, I thought you were this innocent little thing!!" I thought it was pretty hot too, the roommates never acknowledged anything of course, but I always got butterflies in my belly whenever I saw them after that night. "Well now I know if I ever find you passed out, I can just go for it." He joked. I smiled, "you never know." Then I laughed and hid my face. "Oh god what am I doing telling you a story like that. Don't breath a word of it to anyone or I'll kill you swear to god. No one knows about that night." I excused myself to get another drink. When I walked by him, I looked down and saw that he had a raging hard on. So fast forward and here we are a month later with me on the couch at the apartment. I wasn't too surprised that this was happening. I kind of set it all in play a month ago. Tonight was just the kind of following through. I must've been subconsciously thinking about this all along. I tried to control my breathing, but it was getting heavier as I was getting more excited. I didn't know if he noticed or not. It felt great just having him playing with my soft breasts and hard nipples. He was really getting into it. With my arms over my head, it was almost like I was his captive. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I was powerless to stop him. I know it's probably a sick kind of fantasy, but god it had me hot. I could feel the butterflies in my belly, that throbbing excitement that was building down deep where it's good. Another soft moan escaped me when he bent down and kissed one of my stiff nipples. I have really big nipples, not the areolas, but the nipple itself is really big and they are extremely sensitive. I was having a really difficult time keeping up the pretense of sleep. It was driving me insane that I was letting Buster do this to me while Michael was passed out right upstairs. Buster was getting hot too, his breathing was pretty heavy. He bent down and gently sucked my nipple into his mouth again and rolled it around with his tongue while squeezing my breast. With his other hand, he started rubbing my upper thigh. His hand moved up and tickled across my open pussy. My mouth was open and I was doing everything in my power to keep my breathing in control. Then his hand was back and cupping my pussy this time. When he slid his finger into me, I groaned in pleasure more loudly than I had up to this time. He stopped what he was doing for a moment, his finger frozen in my hot pussy. I guessed he was looking up to see if I was awake. I had turned my head to the side sort of facing him and I was biting my bottom lip. But I kept my eyes closed and kept up the pretense of sleep. At this point, I think he would've believed whatever I wanted him to believe as long as he could continue. He moved on the couch again, and then I felt both hands on my pussy. He spread my outer pussy lips wide open with his thumbs revealing the soft coral inner pussy. I was soaking wet. Then he slid a finger slowly and deeply into me. Almost against my will, I opened my legs wider and tilted my pelvis up to give him more access, softly moaning the whole time. Then I felt his tongue on my hot flesh, I moaned out loud now and began to rotate my hips as he slowly licked my pussy. I was so close to the edge after all the foreplay. Between his finger deep inside of me and his tongue licking the outside, it was too much. I started to moan and rock my head side to side as my excitement mounted. I reached down and put my hands on the back of Buster's head pulling him into me. "Oh god baby, that feels so nice" I moaned... I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. He licked even faster, his hands under my ass lifting me up trying to control my wiggling body. My stomach started to ripple... any moment now; I was going to lose it. "Ooooh baby!" I moaned in a shaky voice. I was sucking in huge gasps of air... I arched my back and went rigid, I was there. "Oh my god, oh my god... I'm going to come... oh god! I moaned even louder as his tongue connected with my hard swollen clit again and again. "Yessss, that's perfect, oh god, it feels so good," I moaned He looked up at me and froze, his mouth still on my pussy and ... I was looking back down at him... He looked shocked for a moment, but then slowly started to lick my pussy again, our eyes locked. I smiled at him... and then rolled my head back, I was so close to the edge and I needed the release. He attacked my tender pussy with a new passion and a moment later, I exploded into a major orgasm. I held the pillow over my face to muffle my screams. I didn't want to wake Michael. When I finally got control of myself I lowered the pillow and Buster was on his elbows between my legs looking at me. He was still drunk, but not as bad as before. "How long you been awake?" He asked. "Awhile" I smiled and I reached down to pull him up to me. He was naked. He had a huge, angry looking erection. I looked him in the eyes "You can do whatever you want." I whispered. He was 6'4" or bigger and maybe weighed 200 lb. He had a beautiful body. Not like a bodybuilders, but one that was made hard and lean from hard work. He was really cut. I put my hands on his hard ass and pulled it down. I felt his dick touch my enflamed pussy. I rubbed myself against him. I knew I was acting like a whore and I didn't care, I wanted to feel my tingling pussy wrapped around that big dick of his. "I'm not sure if we should be doing this." he moaned. "Mike's right upstairs." "Didn't you tell him that if you got the chance to tap me you would?" I asked. To his credit, even though he was pretty loaded, he understood. "You heard that?" He asked. I shook my head in acknowledgement. "I heard everything." He raised himself up on his arms and looked down at his dick pressing against my pussy He looked back up at me, "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded my acquiescence. I really wanted this, "Just pretend I'm your old roommate's girlfriend." I teased. I don't need to fantasize about anyone else when I have you he whispered and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed him and then whispered in his ear..."Fuck me as hard and nasty as you want to." "I can't believe this is happening" he moaned. I reached down, took his dick in my small hand stroking it a few times before guiding him to my tight, wet entrance. When he felt my hot wetness on the head of his dick, he buried himself into me in one long, slow stroke. I arched my back moaning the whole time he was sliding it into me. It felt great, I love dick. He pulled almost all the way out and then drove back into me. He started to pick up speed and soon was pumping into me like a machine. I was running my hands over his shoulders and arms. His lovemaking was just like the rest of him hard and rough. I could feel every ridge and bump on his dick as he moved inside of me. He was so strong and it felt so good to have him ravaging my pussy like this. I loved the feel of his muscles rippling under my hands. The Blow Off I started to loose control again, I was tossing my head and moaning as he mercilessly fucked my tight, tender, little pussy. I could feel my lips stretched around his manhood as he slid in and out of me. As I was thinking about how hard he felt, he started telling me how soft I was. "Oh god Jenn, you have the tightest pussy I've ever felt. I could fuck you for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. You're so fucking tight... and soft." "I love how you feel too", I whispered. "You feel so big inside me. I can feel you all the way up in my belly. You have a great body Buster, you're really getting me worked up here again" I moaned. He started to move faster and faster, driving his dick in as deep as it would go and then pulling it out again. I loved this. I was so open for him. He pulled it right out and I'd feel empty and then he'd drive right back into my hungry pussy again. It wasn't always on target, but the force he was using along with the juices from my pussy would let him just slip right back into my warmth again. He was moaning but stayed up on his arms over me, ravishing me again and again with his hard, driving manhood. "Oh my god Buster, I'm going to come again" I moaned He picked up his speed another notch, I fantasized that I was being taken by a pirate or maybe some scoundrel or another. I lost it completely. I wrapped my legs around his back holding inside of me as I shuddered into another orgasm. "Oh Buster!!" I moaned as I felt my pussy clamping onto his engorged dick. "Oh Fuck Jenno, that feels so fucking hot!!" He slowed down until he was just inching his dick slowly in and out, while I was being wracked by orgasms. His movement had me rolling into multiple orgasms. I loved the feel of the head of his dick slowly opening me up as it slid past my plump pussy lips. I'd shudder and then he'd move and I'd come again. It felt wonderful and he stayed with me the whole time. He didn't come or lose his iron, he just kept up that slow maddening movement and I was along for the ride. He lowered his body and lay down on top of me; we started to kiss. I mean really over the top passionate kissing. He held his hands at the side of my face as we kissed and I was running my hands though his hair. I was panting, out of control, moving my hips in time to his. His body was rubbing mine in the just the right way, he was grinding against my clit, his dick still buried deep inside of me. He was just going round and round in a circle. I could feel another orgasm approaching, between the kissing and our movements I was going to go over again. When it hit, it hit hard, stronger than any of the other ones so far that night. I arched my back and grabbed handfuls of the cushions. He continued to kiss the side of my neck and then my nipples as the orgasm claimed me. The contractions in my pussy were clamping down on him, then releasing, then clamping down again. He was moaning as he endured the sweet pleasure of my spasming pussy trying to crush his dick. He sucked hard on my nipple, almost like he was a child trying to draw milk from it. It felt tremendous, almost like there was an electric line that went from my nipple to my pussy. When I finally calmed down enough to breath again, I realized that he was still slowly fucking me. He still hadn't come yet, he was still suckling my breast. I wriggled around underneath him, rolling him onto his side and then over onto his back. I sat up straddling him, pulling my tender, savaged nipple from his mouth. I put my hands on his chest and started to move on him. He watched with hungry eyes. He ran his hands up my body, cupping my gently bouncing breasts. He squeezed and played with them as I slowly rode him. "Jenno" I looked down at him. "Lean back. Let me see your pussy while you fuck me." I moved my arms behind me and leaned back so he could watch us. He moaned as I moved and he watched his dick slide in and out of my swollen pussy. I moved my hips and listened to him getting more and more excited as he watched my soft, fleshy pussy stretched around his hard dick. I'm really pretty flexible and so lay even further back. I felt his hand on my pussy. His fingers were on either side of his sliding dick squeezing it with my distended pussy lips. Then he spread them forcing my clit out of its cozy little hood. His rough fingers started to rub its head and I started to moan again, pushing myself on him faster and crazier. He was getting close, he grabbed my hips and I snapped back up moaning and leaning forward I started to really ride him. He tried to slow me down or get me to stop all together. "Jenn, I'm going to come!" he moaned through clenched teeth. "It's ok" I breathlessly whispered. "It's ok baby, do it, come inside me." That's all he needed I guess because with a growl, he let go. I sat back and buried his dick in my soft pussy as I felt his hot seed shoot from him to me. His dick was throbbing. I leaned forward and kissed him as his own orgasm claimed him. He was intense, driving his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard as I continued to rock back and forth slowly drawing his orgasm out as long as I could. He moaned his pleasure as I rode him. When his orgasm subsided, I lay down on his chest and stretched out my legs. I still had him inside of me and I slowly rotated my hips. He put his arms around me and kissed me again more softly and we continued to kiss for the next four or five minutes. Finally, somewhat recovered, I rolled off him, got up and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I brought back a glass of water and handed it to Buster. He was looking at me with a gleam in his eye. "What"? I asked with a smile. "You're fucking incredible!" He smiled. I just smiled and climbed back onto the couch with him. He had stretched out the blanket. He seemed nervous and I looked at him to see what was up. Jenn, I don't know what to say, I mean I came in and was pretty loaded. I saw you sleeping there and well. I put my finger on his lips... "Shhh, it's ok, it was a nice way to wake up, although I wouldn't recommend it as regular routine for picking up girls. You know... I kinda gave you the ok about a month ago anyway." "I just couldn't resist. You looked so good lying there with your sexy little titties showing. I had to go for it." I shut him up with a kiss, he was a good lover and I wanted to thank him for a good evening. He responded to my kiss and we became hot and passionate again. His moved his hand up and began to fondle my breast. I felt him getting hard. I started to kiss my way down his body, kissing his nipples, his belly button and then going further down. He was breathing hard when I finally got down to his dick. It was throbbing and huge. He was ready. I kissed my way around it and then took him deep into my mouth. He gasped and moaned as I began to slowly blow him. He moved my hair out of the way so he could watch. Guys are so visual, watching is everything to them. But then, I like to be watched, so it works. I went to work on him. I sucked slowly on just the head of his dick, working my tongue around and into the slit at the end while I slowly stroked the shaft. The head was so soft, like warm velvet. I could taste my juices on his dick and I liked it. Then I took him all the way down into my throat and then back out again. He arched his back in pleasure as I took him in again and again bobbing my head up and down. When I felt him getting close to the edge, I moved to his balls and sucked on those until he had calmed down and was ready for me again. I don't even know how long I sucked his dick. A long time, I think. I love sucking off a man, god it feels so sexy to have his hard dick in my mouth. But I was ready for something that sometimes I like even more, I rolled to my side and pulled him over onto his side. I stroked his dick and looked up at him. "I want you to fuck my mouth" I whispered. He looked at me with pure lust all over his face. He slapped his dick against the side of my face. "This what you want Jenno? You want some more of this dick?" "Yes" I moaned, "fuck my mouth." "Play with your pussy for me." He demanded. I reached down and started to circle my clit, then slid a finger deep into my warm tunnel. "Oh goddamn, that is so fucking hot." he whispered. He was watching me do myself for a short time and I leaned forward and bit lightly on the head of his dick. He looked down at me. "Fuck me", I moaned as I panted in my excitement. He slipped his dick into my mouth and slowly began to pump as I worked on him with my tongue. I wrapped it around the head and shaft as he slid in and out. I was rolling his balls in my hands. He was really getting excited and finally moved his hands to my head, wrapping them in my hair as he began to fuck me harder. This was making me really hot. I moved one of my hands down to my pussy and started to rub my clit. I love the fantasy of being taken and when guy is fucking your face, you just don't get much more taken than that. Buster was really getting really excited now. He was really fucking my mouth with his hard dick. I was going crazy on his dick as well, moving my head and tongue in ways that I knew would make him feel like blowing his top. I was getting myself close to another orgasm as well. My own obvious excitement was also having an affect on Buster. He was getting really, really close. His balls had tightened up and I could feel the head of dick begin to swell. He pulled his dick out of my mouth panting that he ready to come. I was right on the edge of an orgasm and looked up at him. I had my hands on his butt and was pulling him back to me. "No, no, no... Come in my mouth Buster. It's ok. I want you to." I pulled his hips back to me and frantically got my mouth around his dick again. I started working on that sensitive spot just below the head and he went nuts, moaning and then he started pumping his dick into my mouth again. His breath was catching and the head of his dick was huge and then I came. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard to me as I went over the edge moaning and crying out my pleasure. That was it for him. He groaned and shoved his dick deeper into my mouth and then he exploded and I felt the first splash of his salty essence against the back of my throat. I attacked his dick sucking it like a mad woman as I went through the intensity of my own orgasm. I sucked everything he had to give and kept his dick in my mouth though his aftershocks. Finally I released him and slid back up his body to cuddle up next to his hairy, cozy body. "Jenn, that was so fucking good, I can't believe it." "Mmmm," I smiled dreamily and that's the last that I remembered until the next morning when I heard Michael's voice. "Hey dude, why don't you just sleep in, I've got to go into work for a couple hours, then we can do some more partying." I had intended to be long gone by morning but had fallen asleep with Buster. Fortunately, I was sleeping on the inside and Michael never saw me. Buster waved a hand and Michael took off. I lay there thinking about what had happened last night. I finally crawled over Buster and padded naked into the kitchen to get some coffee started. That done, I headed up to take a shower. Maybe 15 minutes after I had gotten in, the shower curtain pulled aside and Buster climbed in. He began to shower as I watched that wonderful body of his ripple. When he finished, he turned to me and put his arms against the wall on either side of me. He was almost a foot and half taller than me and really pretty muscular. I could feel his dick pressing against my belly. "I thought maybe we had a few minutes for a quickie before he gets back." "I don't know Buster." "I do" he leaned down to kiss me. I kissed him back. He moved his hands down and began to play with my breasts. "I love your nipples." he growled and pulled and twisted on them while kissing me some more. He released my boobs and moved his hands down to my thighs. He lifted me up easily and then lowered me down onto his hard cock. It slid easily into my wet pussy. "Oh god, you feel so fucking good." He whispered as he kissed my face. "You too," I moaned. "But we better make this quick." "Yeah ok, I just had no idea you were so fucking hot." I just moaned as he really started to fuck me. I'm told that I'm really lucky that I orgasm so easily. It's pretty rare when I don't come at least once and this was no exception. I moaned and cried out as my orgasm claimed me and this time Buster came too. It felt good coming together. When he let me down, my legs were weak and I slid to my knees. I couldn't resist sucking his dick for a couple of minutes, but a couple minutes turned into 20 before he finally blew his sticky load into my mouth again. I got out of the shower and dried off while Buster went downstairs and got dressed. My dress was still behind the couch. I came back downstairs naked and got my dress out. I went to put it on when Buster asked me not to get dressed until we heard Michael's car pull in. I just smiled, "I'd think you'd have enough of seeing be bareass by now." "No way, I could look at you forever." He laughed. I figured why not, I love being naked and if he was into it then this was a pretty cool situation. We sat down and had our coffee and talked a bit about the night before. Buster tried to apologize again, but I shushed him and then told him how I had overhead their conversation the day before and I really appreciated him sticking up for me. Then I told him that I had deliberately set it up so that he would find me like that. I wondered if he really would take the opportunity to "tap me" and was glad he did. He sat there stunned. I laughed at the look on his face. "What're ya thinking?" I asked with a smile. "I'm just amazed you went through that much effort to see if I would fuck you!" He laughed. "I have to tell you that you're the hottest girl I've ever been with, my god you're incredible." I just smiled... "I like sex, especially good sex, you weren't bad yourself. I really enjoyed that." That's when we heard Michael's car pull into the driveway. I pulled my sundress on over my head. It was a really thin gauzy material, totally transparent in the sun and pretty revealing otherwise. My dark nipples were clearly visible through the material, they poked out prominently. You almost make out details like the little bumps around my areolas. It was sexy as hell. I put my legs up on the chair I was sitting in and facing Buster. He could clearly see my pussy. He was flustered. He didn't know what to do in this situation. When Michael came in, he didn't expect to see me because my car wasn't in the driveway. When he did see me, he went on the defensive right away. "Hey Jenn, don't give me any shit about last night. I don't want to hear about it." "No problem" I smiled "I made some coffee." And I pointed to the coffee pot. He looked at me suspiciously. I could tell he was a bit hung over and raring for a fight. He gets like that when he does stupid stuff. I picked up my cup and finished my coffee, and then I swung one leg off the chair as I turned to face Michael. I'm pretty sure he got the quick flash of my pussy but didn't say anything. However, when I stood up and he saw just how revealing my dress was, his face got red. But he still didn't say anything. So I pushed it. I walked over and stood in front of the screen door. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was just shining through that door and my dress all but disappeared. I turned innocently and asked what they were planning to do today. Michael finally lost it. "What the fuck is it with that dress Jenn; we can see every goddamn thing you've got. Buster doesn't need to see that shit." I looked at him and sweetly told him that I was coming over to surprise him this morning, but I ended up surprised instead to find Buster here. Since he had answered the door and you weren't around... again, I might add, and since he already seen me, and I just figured I'd wait for you. Now I let my anger creep into my voice. "However, if the fucking dress bothers you that much Michael, no problem, I can take care of that. I reached down to the hem and pulled it up and off and threw it at him. "PROBLEM SOLVED!" I said with some heat. "Toodaloo" I said sweetly, waving as I stepped out the door. "Have a nice life!" I left never saw Michael again. Buster however was a different deal. The Blow Out I knew as soon as I heard the sound that it was a blow out. Even before the wheel in my hand began to pull. I fought to bring the car to the side of the road. Damn! Why had I chosen to take this back road? Why hadn't I stayed on the four lane? Getting out, I saw exactly what I most feared. The rear left tire, completely flat. Even if I knew how to change it, I was hardly dressed for it. My black heels, white stockings, white suit skirt, most inappropriate for tire changing. I sighed and got back into the car. Nothing to do but call for help, I realized. I reached for the cellular. Damn! The battery was dead! Stupid me, I realized too late I had forgotten to recharge it. Now to sit and wait. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty, not a single car had gone down this road. Frustrated, I began to face the unpleasant reality that I might have to get out and walk. But just as I was getting out of the car to begin my trek, a truck came down the road. I raised my arms and began to wave. Thank goodness he stopped. As he stepped from the cab I caught my breath! What a savior! His jeans looked as though they were painted on, so tight I could clearly see the muscles of his buttocks. His white T-shirt, oh my! I smiled and explained my situation. He assured me he would have me back on the road in no time. As I stood and watched, he bent to the task of replacing the tire. Watching his muscles move under his T-shirt had a strange effect on me. My knees felt weak. I started to feel a moistening between my legs. I looked up and down the road, no traffic. I moved my hand to under my skirt, lifting it a bit. My fingers found the elastic of my panties, pushing it aside. I began to slowly play with my clitoris, now hard and throbbing as I watched his back, his butt, his hair, as he worked. I became lost in the illicit pleasure of masturbating behind his back. My eyes closed, my tongue traced across my lips. I was shocked back to reality with the words "All done". Before I could remove my hand from under my skirt, he had turned around. The smile on his face told me everything. The noticeable bulge in his pants as he stood reaffirmed that he enjoyed what he saw. I decided to be bold. I continued playing with myself as if I did this everyday to an audience. "I loved watching you," I cooed, my eyes doing their best vamp impersonation as my skirt moved above my hand. "Hmmm…" he replied, "I can see that. May I be of any other assistance?" The smile on his face melted any resistance I might have had. I stepped to him, removing my hand from my crotch and running my fingers under his nose. He grasped my wrist, held my hand still, and ran his tongue over my sticky fingers. Without a word, he lifted me, seated me on the hood of the car, spread my legs, and knelt between them. His fingers slipped under my skirt, grasping the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass off the car to allow him the room to pull my panties down over my hose, my shoes, and off. He casually tossed them through the open window of the car and then bent to his task. The cold metal of the car on the bare mounds of my buttocks contrasted sharply with the heat of his lips and tongue as he explored my depths. My labia tingled with pleasure, my clitoris throbbed at his touch. When his tongue plunged deep into my vagina my hands grasped his head and held it there, allowing him to taste deeply of my nectar. His face was smeared with my juices yet still he persisted. I lie back on the hood of the car, spread my legs wide, grasped them with my hands, and surrendered to his oral ministrations. Within moments my orgasm was starting. I shook with the pleasure his mouth was bringing me. I cried out in ecstasy as the feelings of intense pleasure cascaded through my body. Finally, completely sated, I collapsed, gasping for breath. When I opened my eyes I saw he had unzipped his pants and in his hand was his thick, swollen penis. The purplish head seemed to wink at me as he stepped between my legs and plunged it home. I screamed in sheer joy as his shaft filled me, sliding across my vaginal walls, forcing me wider than I had been before. I felt the head of his cock push against my cervix and another orgasm welled up in me. I began to buck my hips in time with his thrusts, wanting it deeper, harder, filling me totally. I made noises that road had never heard before, each thrust of his wonderful penis causing me to shout louder and louder. A third orgasm, the most intense yet, exploded through me as I felt his cock release its load. His cum hit the back of my vaginal walls. I swear I could feel every gush of his semen. Too much… he kept spurting and spurting. I could feel it ooze out on each back thrust, getting on the car, sliding down the front. I cared not. My legs wrapped around him, pulled him in close. I used my vaginal muscles to milk the last of his juice from his cock. Finally, completely spent, he withdrew. I raised up, smiling. Perhaps I would take this road again!