0 comments/ 41136 views/ 22 favorites Lilac's 18yo Friend: Stacy's Trip By: NonStopFunGuy Only one thing that can make it worthwhile to sit in the very last of an overstuffed commercial jetliner, and then having the next flight cancelled -- and that would be, sitting right next to a gorgeous, strawberry-blonde 18 year old. Who, it later turned out, was a nasty, dirty SLUT who loved a big cock up her tight ass. Wow, what a great fucking trip it ended up being after all. That trip sure didn't start out well. It was the first leg of my flight from the Midwest to the Mid-Atlantic, leaving late afternoon one day early in the summer. I was going to a college town for a business meeting. Yeah, I'm a lawyer, truth be told. My cheap client wanted me to save money, so I ended up booking one of those regional air carriers with connecting flights. That, alone, was going to make it a hellacious trip. As I borded the plane for the first flight, my heart sank. It sure wasn't the biggest plane ever -- only 19 rows, and only 2 seats on each side of the aisle. Yuck, it was barely better than a cropduster. Fuck this shit-eating trip, I swore under my breath as I trudged my stuff onto the little plane. As I walked down the aisle to my seat, I got this sinking feeling, I was near the back row. Row after row went past, and my disapointment grew even worse. No, it couldn't be, right? But, yes, it was true: I was in the VERY last row. If you haven't been in that row on these kinds of planes, it is like an extra penalty -- the seats don't lean back, and it can get really bumpy. Plus, you have to wait until literally everyone else is off the plane before you can disembark. Truly, it's air travel hell. "Hi, welcome to our cheap-ass airline, please don't enjoy a minute of the flight, thank you very much." And, the seats weren't numbered the same as regular planes. Seat "D" wasn't on the aisle, it was on the window. I was trapped in the back corner, the worst possible seat on the plane. (Tied with the schmuck who'd get stuck on the other window across the aisle from me.) So I'm sitting there in that back window, fuming, hating that my secretary could only get me this seat. Last minute is last minute, it seemed. Well, maybe my fortunes would be better on my connecting flight, right? I don't know what caused me to look up. Glancing to the front of the small plane, my eyes saw something unexpected. Angelic, really. A beatiful, vivacious smiling face of a gorgeous young woman. She was short with flocks of long, curly, strawberry-blonde hair cascading down her petite shoulders. Wearing a tight, white blouse showing off a black bra inside, I could make out eye-catching C-cup tits on her otherwise slim torso. She had a glowing face, with a big smile and thick, red lips, and bright brown eyes. The woman was excusing herself as she tried to make her way down the crowded aisle, being bumped around by other passengers, she was apologizing profusely with every step she took but, really, it wasn't her fault no one would get out of her way. And she kept walking up the plane, looking at the row numbers. I kept watching, seeing that she was traveling alone. Wow, some lucky stiff was going to get to sit next to her. And, as she slowly trudged towards the back of the cabin, it seemed that lucky stiff was sitting near me. Four rows away from me, she stopped, I figured that's where she'd sit. No, actually, she was just putting her bag -- a backpack from school, it looked like -- in an overhead bin. She had to really cram it in there; but, it was a glorious sight. As she reached up to push the bag into the bin, I caught sight of the shape of her meaty round tits from the side, damn those hooters were sexy. And her jeans were tight on a hot round butt, she had a little meat on it but she had skinny thighs, so that ass stuck out a little, instantly making my mouth water. My cock twitched a little too, that girl had a great body. Looked young, though. For a guy like me, just over 50 years old and married since the Big Bang, just the sight of a hot young women like her was enough to constitute a sexual relationship. If she'd have stood there ten minutes, I was sure I could have gotten a full boner and rubbed myself through my pants to an orgasm from just staring at her tits and ass, plus her pretty face and sexy hair. Her bag stowed, the girl moved on. Towards the back! Three rows up; two row; now she was in the aisle even with the row in front of me. Her big brown eyes were staring at seat numbers above her head, I could see her counting rows. Then, her eyes dropped -- right towards me. She was looking at me, and smiling. Stepping to the very back of the plane, standing in the aisle right to my left side, she squeaked with a young voice, "Hi, looks like I'm stuck back here with you." And the hot strawberry-blonde sat her exquisite little body right next to me. I was going to share my doom, stuck in the back of this little plane, with the sexiest female I'd been near for a very long time! Grabbing my cellphone, I banged out an IM to a colleague at work, who shares my prurient affections for all things female and sexy. "Trip to coast, $600... Hotel room, $200... sitting next to hot blonde on flight, priceless!" I sent it off, hoping to make him jealous. Turned out to be a great flight, after all. (But, as I'll explain soon enough, it gets a lot worse, then a lot better!) Stacy was her name. Not only was she pretty and had nice tits, she smelled great and was sweet and talkative. I would have figured her to be stuck up and quiet, I mean, why would a girl that looked as good as her want to chew the fat with some unknown guy twice her age? But you know, she was exactly the opposite of stuck-up. Bubbly and cute, she started babbling about the plane and parking, and that got us talking. For the full two and a half hours of the flight, plus the thirty-plus minutes on the ground. I'm serious. We hardly shut up, keeping our voices low, but carrying on like long-lost friends. I learned a lot about the sweetie. She was 18 years old, had just finished high school, and was flying out to spent a couple months of the summer with a long-time friend who had moved away with her family, before starting a job in the fall. No college for her, at least not right away. Her destination on the flight was a completely different part of the country than mine, but we were both headed to Cincinnati to catch connecting flights. She had been on her school's swim team, also did yearbook and chorus (she refused to sing on the plane, even at my strident request, however), and had a boyfriend back home whom she "loved and loved." But was still going to "look around" for a while -- "I'm not married yet, ya know." There wasn't anything sexual about the flight, not in the least -- as in, in our conversation. She was extremely pleasant, smiling amicably the entire time, asking questions about my work and where I lived, my wife and kids, my college years, all sorts of stuff. Inane, pointless babble for nearly three hours. Meanwhile, I was just soaking in the adventure of merely sitting next to her. Wearing a sweat, cheap perfume that blended perfectly with her natural aromas, every breath I took for three hours was a delicious flavor of the girl. Her tits really swelled out her white blouse, which I don't think was an effort to tease men, as much as it was her "style." She had a vest to go over it, she told me, but it was in her backpack, she didn't want to make it sweaty and wrinkled on the flight. I even caught some glances of her tight jeans on her crotch, where her skinny thighs merged together, and damn if I didn't see some camel toe, I thought. Maybe that was just my imagination. Basically, just sitting next to and talking to her? Yeah, I had a hard-on for most of the flight. It was uncomfortable, too, trapped in a bizarre angle against my abdomen, my underwear -- sweaty from moving briskly through the parking lots and airport before the flight -- had bunched and seized my shaft as it grew to size. Ugh. I didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable ("Ewww! I'm sitting next to a perv!" -- wanted to avoid that), so I left it alone. I tried shifting around, but it didn't help. Finally, near the end of the flight, she got up to use the lavatory, and I took a few moments to straighten out my johnson in my pants. All good things must come to an end, and soon we were descending for landing. Landing in Hell, that is. The weather outside the plane was ominous. Above the bank of flat, pillowy clouds, it was still sunny; it was about 8 pm, but still daylight at this time of early summer. Way off at the horizon, there were huge clouds seeming to reach into the sky, flashing with lightning. That made me think, this might not be so good. As we made our way through the clouds, it was dark as shit on the ground. We were traveling inside a full-fledged rain storm. The plane started bouncing around. Stacy was growing nervous, too, leaning over me to look out the window. I did like that part, smelling her perfume and even shampoo even more strongly. We landed in almost total darkness, and by the time the plane pulled to the gateway, sheets of rain were dropping from the black sky. The flight attendant didn't bother announcing connecting flights. My stomach churned, I was enough of a veteran at travel to know what this meant. Doom, lots of doom. All connecting flights were cancelled for the night. Nice of them to fly us here, at least, right? Lines at the counters were a mile long, everyone trying to rebook. Stacy and I said good-bye to each other hurriedly as we got off the jetway into the terminal. I had already known I'd never see her again, as we were heading in separate directions for the rest of our trip. So I didn't linger to talk to her any longer, instead I had my cellphone out and I was on the phone with my travel agency to figure out my options. The terminal was a madhouse -- jammed with families and crying babies, all sorts of people on their cellphones, people screaming at counters as if the airline representatives were responsible for calling in a thunderstorm. I could barely hear my fucking phone against my ear, as I figured out my plans. Fortunately, I was lucky. There was a connecting flight at 7 a.m. the next morning, and I had a reserved seat -- in coach, middle seat, but not the last row. (I asked.) It would do. Then, the agent got me a reservation at an off-airport motel, not even five minutes away. I was set, it was sweet! I called my wife, explained my situation, and felt confident things were going to work out despite the weather. Suckers, I thought about everyone who was going to be left at the airport behind me, trying to figure out their plans, while I was smartly walking down the corridor to head for the taxies and a nice, comfortable bed for myself. Well, maybe at least a bed; whether it would be comfortable was another matter. Suddenly, I stopped. There she was. Stacy, standing in the middle of a mile-long line to wait to rebook, looking glum. Lost. Sad. The 18 year old princess with the cheerful outlook and glowing smile had been replaced by a scared, bewildered, inexperienced victim of the weather and the FAA. My reaction was instantaneous, I didn't even really think about it much. Time to play hero! "Hey, Stacy," I called out, walking up to her, toting my roller baggage, "let me help you rebook." I flashed my cellphone. "It's easier to use an agent, don't wait in a line like this." Raised properly by her parents, the sweet strawberry-blonde politely refused my offer. No, it's okay, I shouldn't bother, she would be fine, it's not like she had someplace else to be, that's too much trouble for me. Refusing her refusals, I stood my ground. "No, you'll see," I said, standing right next to her. I dialed my travel agent agency, and said I needed to rebook another ticket. Of course, it wasn't on my account, but with a flurry of typing on the other end of the call, that problem was overcome. I took Stacy's ticket, read the information, and got her rebooked on a 7:30 am flight in the morning to her destination. I copied down the confirmation number and seat (aisle seat, the lucky hottie), handing back the ticket to the teenager with a all-knowing grin. "There, see, you're all set." I glanced at the elapsed time of the call. "Seven minutes -- way better than waiting in this line, right?" She blinked, her pretty face studying the ticket, and she could hardly believe it. "Really?" It seemed to easy to her. I pulled her out of the line, taking her to a self-service kiosk, and had her print herself a new boarding pass. She was all set. Stacy almost wanted to cry, I think her emotions were stretched from the bouncy end of the flight and now facing the prospect of waiting in line for a couple hours to rebook. With the sudden resolution, she didn't know what to think, it happened so fast. Tears welled up, she thanked me with a grin, choking back some emotions. Made me feel great, I'll tell you that -- she was definitely overcome with happiness. Now, that presented her with another problem. It was about 9:30 pm, she had ten hours to kill until her flight. And nowhere to go. I didn't even bother asking if she had a place to go -- no, of course she didn't. I offered to see if a motel had an extra room. At first she made up an excuse to say no, something like, she didn't have enough money. Well of course she did, the fucking Motel 7 or whatever would cost about $50 to $80 bucks, plus the cabride. No, she didn't even have that much to spend, she repeated, but I could see there was something holding her back. I prodded a little more, pointing out her only alternative was to sleep in the fucking airport -- with about 10,000 of her closest friends, my hand waving to the masses scattered around us. Stacy admitted she didn't want to sleep alone at a motel room, she had fears about being alone in a room like that -- so, yes, she'd prefer crashing on a floor here at the bright airport, instead of getting a room for a few hours. Now, you might think, my brain received a message from the horny cock in my pants. I swear, that's not what motivated me. Really, you have to believe me. In my father mode -- I had kids, after all -- I said, "You can no to this too, but trust me, you should say yes." As predicate to my offer to her, I pointed out I was a father with a daughter and a son, that I was fatherly to lots of my kids' friends -- including their female friends. I was like dad to them all, I said. "So, let me play dad here," I explained further, and said I had a motel room five minutes away waiting for me. I said, if she wanted, I'd get a room with two beds, and she could have the other bed. For free. "I know you must think I'm a creep for offering, and if you do, you can say no -- but, seriously, you won't regret it -- it's like a sleepover -- you can sleep in your jeans and shirt, of course -- it's just a place to crash a few hours." The hot teenager, her brown eyes weary and still slightly teary, stared at me a moment. Not like a monster; instead, she let out a little smile, followed by a sniffle she had to wipe away, followed by another smile. "You know," said the girl, trying to dab the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, "I really should say no -- but, I dunno, I trust you -- and I really don't wanna sleep on the floor, here." A little chuckle punctuated her conclusion. "With 10,000 of my friends." "Don't let me force you," I said, making sure she wasn't going to have a basis to call the cops on me, "I know it seems weird, but we're sorta like friends now -- it's just a bed for a few hours, someplace to go -- if you want time to think about it, that's fine." I hurried to point out that I really didn't care what she did. I didn't want to sound like I was talking her into it. The slim teenager with the nice bosom batted her long eyelashes at me, picking up her backback from the ground. "No, actually -- I know my mom would kill me, but -- well, I appreciate the offer, I'd actually love to have the other bed." And, with that, I was taking the pretty, 18 year old girl back to my motel room! Okay, not for sex, admittedly. But, really, with my flight cancelled and me having to catch the next one in the morning? Having the company of a gorgeous young woman was a very positive development. Even if it meant nothing more than having her snore in the bed across from mine. She was quiet in the cab ride, then as I checked in, making sure the room would have two beds. I had thought the travel agent told me the motel had plenty of availability, but with the storm, I'd have thought other travellers would be showing up in droves. Not yet, at least. As I fumbled with the passcard at the doorway, I looked to my companion, standing there with her black vest now over her white blouse, backpack slung over her small shoulder, her hair slightly damp from a few moments of rain we endured while climbing into the cab. "If you want," I said, "I might even be able to get a second room -- I'll make up some excuse to bill it -- if you really don't want to be stuck with me." I was interpreting her shy demeanor, so different from the flight, as reticence or remorse from having decided to accompany me into the room. But the girl only shrugged. "You're too nice," she said in a playful tone, albeit without a lot of energy, "no, it's really fine, I'm sorry I'm being a pest." Pest? Hardly. She made me laugh, as we entered the dingy, cheap little room. Things were awkward, for about the first twenty minutes. I was nervous that she would be nervous; she was a little uneasy too, definitely keeping a distance from me, but I wasn't trying to get close either. Father mode, you know. She used the bathroom, then I did. We faced the crossroads of whether to change out of our shirts and jeans into something more comfortable for sleep. I said I'd stay dressed, and I didn't raise the issue of what she might do. But she said she had on a nightshirt and shorts, and I was welcome to put on my "pajamas" -- not that men my age travel with them. I did, in fact, have a t-shirt and jogging shorts, so I went into the bathroom again and came out in those. I thanked her, it was going to be more comfortable to sleep. I was already lying in bed, under the covers, as she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later in her night garments. She had on a knee-length, very loose-fitting cotton nightgown, a pale lavender color with little purple hearts and flowers as the print. If she had shorts on underneath it, I couldn't tell. It wasn't sexy at all, to be honest; it did show off her nice tits on her chest, but otherwise, it was rather matronly. I'm married to a 52 year old woman, trust me, I know the look. The unease was ending, we were both in our separate beds, and the night was over. I set the alarm for 5:30, so I could get us up and over to the airport in time for me to make the 7 o'clock flight. That wasn't so early, really, it was 6:30 to my body clock given the time change. Honestly, I was tired, and was descending into sleep, not really caring a sexy young woman was in the room with me. Still up to that point, it wasn't about sex at all. Ten minutes passed or so, as I quietly lay there thinking about my travel in the morning -- I'd have to make some calls to push my meeting back, but there wasn't anything I could do about the fucking weather. Across the darkened room from me, Stacy was sitting back, her face glowing as she rapidly typed away at her cellphone, sending emails or messages to unnamed persons. Soon, though, she shut off her cellphone, and the room was dark, quiet, ready for us to sleep separately. Boom! A clap of thunder, very close to the hotel, woke me up. I checked the clock, it was only about twenty minutes after we'd crawled into bed. On the other bed, I heard Stacy let out a little yelp, then she giggled. Midwesterners like us aren't frightened by thunder; it's just noise, not a threat. But, it can be a lot of noise. Lilac's 18yo Friend: Stacy's Trip The girl snickered. "Did you hear that?" Like I could have missed it. "Sure." I sighed, hoping the next round of storms wasn't going to last long. "Looks like ol' Mother Nature isn't done with us yet, tonight." The strawberry-blonde teenager giggled, her voice chirpy now, finding energy she didn't have earler. "I know! It sucks -- but, actually, it's early, I'm not all that tired anyway." Lying in my side, I was facing the direction of the window -- and her bed, in front of it. I saw her silhouette against the dim light of the window, as the girl sat upright in her bed. She seemed to be facing the window at first, but then I saw her face turn, she was peering over in my direction. Another clap of thunder, not as loud but still nearby, rattled the window a second time. "You tired?" There's no accounting for youth; it was not even 10 pm our time (11 pm locally), so you know, she probably wasn't tired at all. Me, I could have stayed up a while, but hadn't been planning to. Turning out the lights had seemed, at the time, like the easiest way to keep her relaxed. I had done the very nice thing of inviting her to the room, but it was like a burden -- I really didn't want the girl freaking out that she was with some horny pervert, because she wasn't. I liked sex as much as any other guy (I'd been dicking some gals on the side over the years ), but I wasn't ever going to force myself on a female. That's not my style. I mean, a REAL man makes a woman want him, right; forcing a woman, or paying for it, seems like a concession you're not a real man because you can't get a woman to want you just for the fun of it. I answered the pending question, still snuggled under the covers, eyes closing again. "Just a little -- but, if you want to turn on the lights or watch TV, that's fine." Her answer was really more of a tone, a sound that was slow and low. "Nawww," she said, sounding bored. "I don't wanna keep you up, you're so nice and sweet." Pausing a moment, she added, "I can see why you're married, your wife is lucky." Suddenly, my intention to remain the complete gentleman gave way to a throbbing in my underwear and shorts. Her voice sounded affectionate, and tinged with some excitement. She said it in that melodious, friendly tone; it was inviting. Her comment was nothing but complementary, but I was taking it another way. "That's nice of you to say," I said back, keeping a hushed, suave voice myself, "but of course, she's not here." Then, it happened. I don't know what caused it. It really wasn't in my plan. I hadn't been thinking of saying it, or fantasizing about it, you have to trust me on that. It literally just happened. The words fell out of my mouth. "If you want," I deadpanned to the girl, being totally serious, feeling my penis now pulsating to life in my crotch, "you can come crawl under my sheets and play my wife tonight -- if you want." SHIT -- did I really just say that? Before I could even think about taking the words back, wondering if now I'd freak her out, I heard a slight girlish giggle from her direction. The energy in her voice was louder still, along with a high-pitch teenage squeal. "Oh yeah, I can?" Turning on a dime, our completely non-sexual evening together -- hours on the plane, at the airport, even in this stanky motel room -- had been replaced by a very sexual charge. I'd just invited her over for sex. (Actually, to be accurate, if she wanted to "play my wife," she'd just sleep next to me without touching me. But I was hoping that's now how she'd take it.) And she was immediately considering the offer favorably. As guys are want to do, my penis was completely in control of my brain, and it only took about ten seconds. "Uh huh," I confirmed of my offer with my own confident swagger, "if you don't tell my wife about it." "Hmm!" The teenager was still sitting upright in her bed. "If you don't tell my boyfriend, too?" Then, my wildest fantasy coming true, the girl slipped out of her bed into the narrow space between these cheap motel beds, and her silhouette now was completely outlined against the dim window behind her. Still giggling lightly, I saw her petite physique crawl onto my bed, I felt her knees at the edge of the bed, as she leaned forward to find the bedsheets covering me. My married penis was fully erect now, inside my very uncomfortable underwear and jogging shorts, and pandamonium was busting in my brain. Was this really happening? Was I going to get to fuck this adorable young woman -- barely out of high school, almost a third my age? I sure wasn't stopping it. Assisting her by tossing the covers and bedsheet back, I scooted over to make room for her next to me on the double-size bed, exposing the space for her to occupy. My senses, again, filled with the aromatic pleasure of her perfume and femininity, perhaps now spiced with the flavor of a wettening pussy. Her slim figure slipped under the sheets, right next to me, facing me, and all of a sudden, I was IN BED with the young woman! My penis was forming a stiff tent in my shorts and underwear, trying to poke through, while I lay on my side facing her. "Welcome, Mrs. Vitters," I joked with my new mistress, reaching a hand towards her, still under the sheets, wrapping it around her nighty-clad waist. Her body was so soft and sexy, not exactly rail-thin but slim and fit; the small of her back and her hips were soft and tight, barely any loose flesh on them, a welcome change from my regular nighttime companion. "Now I think I'm the lucky one." "Oh?" Now under the sheets with me lying on her side facing my body, the blanket pulled up to her shoulder and her head on the pillow facing mine, she scooted herself forward a bit to close the gap between our bodies. Her hand, too, reached out, wrapping around my waist, which she found not as tight and sexy as her own. I had a bit of a tube around my belly, not a horrific one, but something you'd expect of 50-year old fathers. "Well, maybe we're both lucky." And, as her words said that, I felt her hand immediately leave my back, reaching to my crotch, and her teenage fingers and palm wrapped around the shape of my stiff erection inside my shorts. My reaction was instinctive; with a gasp I blurted out, "Oh fuck!" She was pawing at my dick, fondling it, feeling the size of my six and a half inch penis, then also the swollen, cum-filled balls underneath. Her gasp of my tool through my clothing made me squirt precum in my underwear. "Oh, maybe we're both going to GET lucky," I corrected of her last statement. With her hand around my cock, I returned the favor, moving my hand from the small of her back to her chest, immediately groping one of her big, firm tits in her nightgown. Fuck, that breast felt awesome -- firm and youthful, not flabby, but bountiful, plenty of it to fill my palm. "Mmm," purred the girl, her face nearing my own, arching her back to push that hooter into my hand, "I can't wait!" And, without any more talk, we began making out. Her lips were already wet and parted, as our mouths crashed together; it didn't take but a moment for our tongues to meet in a clash between our opened jaws, lapping over each other, making us both moan in delight, sucking air from each other's lungs. While starting to French kiss under the sheets, her small hand was working wonders on my middle-aged erection, making me pulsate in my clothing, throbbing to be released. My fingers discovered she had a bra underneath under nightgown, but I could still feel her swollen, erect nipple through the two layers of fabric, and she grunted with pleasure into our kiss when I began squeezing and pimping that nipple with pinched finger and thumb, while rolling the rest of her breast against my palm. Meanwhile, her teenage hand wandered down my chest, reaching my crotch quickly. I felt her palm press against my swollen, six-inch shaft inside my shorts and underwear; and her fingers wrapped around the thickness of my dick, exploring its length, even reaching down to cup my balls through my clothing. I was fucking hard, my penis was trying to burst through the restrictive fabric. As our tongues devoured each other's mouths, making us moan at the wet, sloppy kiss, and my hands kneaded her teen boobies, Stacy lifted her hand to the waistband of my shorts, trying to slide her hand inside, and get at my cock raw, without clothing. Feeling that, I rolled onto my back, giving her more freedom to paw for my cock. In the near-darkness of the room, with just a rumble of thunder outside now, the strawberry-blonde hottie was going for my dick. She sat upright next to me, reaching both of her hands to my hips, to pull down my shorts and underwear. I arched my back and lifted my butt off the bed to help, giving her space to yank my clothing off of my hips and slightly prodigeous buttocks. I felt my naked dick pop free, while the girl continued to process of disrobing me of my shorts and underwear. When my underwear was around my ankles, I kicked them across the room. "Good riddance," I joked. As soon as she had my garments off, Stacy reached to my penis, remaining seated at my side, and returned her soft hand to my married erection. "Mmm," I heard her purr, "you got a nice dick." Her fist wrapped around my shaft at the fat base, slowly jerking the outer layer of skin up and down slowly, expertly, proving this wasn't the first cock she'd ever held. I could feel precum dripping out of my cockhead, while my balls were swelling with excitement. Lying flat on my back on the bed, I pulled my t-shirt off so I was nude, exposing my hairless chest and slightly-flabby belly. My stripping prompted her to do the same, the 18 year old let go of my dick to pull her nightie above her head, tossing it onto the floor. Quickly she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra, dropping it too. In the dim light passing through the motel room's window, I made out the curvature of her boobies. They were, indeed, probably about C-cup titties -- very nice, round, soft. Raising a hand, my fingers and palms cupped one of them and found it soft and warm, while my thumb discovered a rock-hard nipple producing over half an inch from her mound. The girl moaned as my thumb twirled light circles around that nipple. Soon we were kissing again, she was half-lying on my chest with her big tits, but her hips and legs on the bed so my cock was exposed. Jerking my manhood, the girl had my penis at full size, it was throbbing in her gentle touch, not nearly ready to cum but wanting so much more than just a hand-job. My hand wandered up and down her velvety-soft back, caressing down to her panties, where I slipped my fingertips inside the elastic waistband. My fingers found her nude asscheeks to be warm and soft, and her hips undulated slightly at the contact of my hand on her buttocks. Stacy broke our kiss, and planted a trail of wet, soft kisses down my chest -- past my nipples, past my belly-button. I moaned, spreading my knees. Watching her in the dim light, I could see her pretty face as she crawled down the bed also, nestling her almost-nude body between my thighs. Her big eyes were looking up at my face too, as she moved her mouth to my erection. Her hot breath was the first thing to hit my penis, followed an instant later by her wet tongue, then her soft wet lips. My eyes rolled back in my head. "Uhhh, yeah!" I roared, lying flatter, feeling my cockhead slip inside the girl's teenage mouth. The youngster began blowing me, again showing an expertise that can be learned only through practice. She suckled the top half of my penis until it was soaking wet, while keeping her fist around the base of my shaft and jerking it up and down in slow motions. Salivating all over my tool, Stacy also licked up and down the sensitive underside, and around the purple rim of my cockhead, then spread her spit around my tool with the pumping action of my fist. The nasty girl licked down to my balls -- swirling then around her mouth -- and even licked to my asshole, making me squirm and snicker from pushing her little tongue inside my poop hole. Fuck, this was one horny little slut! "Shit," I moaned, so appreciative, "you're so good, baby -- that's so fucking good." The girl grunted in response, then giggled and explained herself. "I can't believe I'm sucking a married guy's cock," she snickered. Clearly, she wasn't put off by it; she kept going. The strawberry-blonde teenager rose to her knees, starting to suck my penis again, bobbing her head and entire torso up and down. She was fucking me with her mouth, keeping those lips wrapped tightly around my penis, pumping as much as she could inside her mouth, then moving all the way up until just my cockhead was inside. She swallowed hard, drawing air right over my cock, then pushed downward again. Up and down she went, over and over, fucking me with that sexy mouth. I could see her pushing her panties off, too, while she remained on her knees bent over, and I saw her hand slip underneath her body, to rub and tease her clitoris and pussy while she sucked my penis. The little hussy was just really getting both herself and me ready for sex. When she deemed her pussy wet enough, and my cock swollen enough (although it wasn't going to get much harder), she rose to her knees and climbed over me. No asking necessary. Instantly, the recent high school graduate was straddling my hips, her sexy thighs spread open, positioning her wet vagina over my aching cockhead. Dropping her soft hands to my chest, she swirled her pelvis, kissing my cockhead with her cuntlips, and she sank downward. "Uhhhhhh!" cried the girl, grunting as she felt my penis stretching open her cuntlips. I, too, was wincing, her cunt was amazingly tight; I hadn't fucked a teenage pussy in years and years, and had forgotten how tight they were. "Shit, yessss!" I added to her grunt, staring at her nice big tits on her chest as she leaned over me. Stacy worked my penis a little ways into her pussy, sitting back on it and pushing her pelvis down, then she began humping me by bouncing back and forth, laying almost flat over me. Our eyes met in the darkness, and soon we were kissing again, hard, our lips sealed together, her tongue deep in my mouth, while she worked more of my married dick into her vagina. I cupped her drooping big tits in my hands, then also slid my hands down to cup her sexy ass, fondling those twin buttcheeks while my dick cheated on my wife by sliding in and out of the teenager's pussy. She was really fucking tight, but getting so wet; I cringed from the pressure on my cock as it drilled into her, but I couldn't get enough of it, pounding more and more meat inside that vagina. Breaking the kiss to suck some of the night air, Stacy muttered in delight, "Fuck, your cock is nice in me." Nodding rapidly, I agreed with a whisper. "You're really fucking sexy, honey -- I can't believe we're doing this!" "Mmm!" Her voice was full of agreement. "I was hoping you'd put the move on me -- ever since the flight, even!" Wow, really? I hadn't realized. My radar for sensing chicks hot to fuck me was, obviously, in quite a bit of disrepair. The girl was sitting upright now, completely perpendicular to my flabby belly, her hands on her slim hips as she looked down at me in the darkness. There was a bright flash of lightning from the window, almost blinding me in the darkness, then the loud, scary crack of thunder about a half-second later. That was a really fucking close strike, just a few hundred feet away. But we both smiled, intent on fucking and not being scared by just a normal clap of thunder. Fuck, I was so hard inside her juicy cunt, watching her sexy tits as she slowly bounced up and down on me, riding my erection. I couldn't help it, I leaned up, suckling those big tits in my mouth, covering them in saliva all over while she kept riding my penis. Stacy was moaning incessantly, like a low rumble coming from deep inside her that didn't stop. "Uhhh -- mmm -- uhhh, ohhh, uhhh!" She was rocking back and forth, working more and more of my dick inside her tight young pussy, until all six inches were solidly inside. She kept pressing backwards, making me wish I had a longer erection for her to enjoy, but she was incredibly wet and smelled nasty and sexy, and the sounds of satisfaction she was emitting hardly suggested any displeasure. While riding me, there was another boom of thunder -- which sounded farther away, and wasn't preceded by lightning. But, not even a few seconds later, everything went dead in the room and outside. Sheer, total silence and darkness. The local power went out. Streetlights, the only source of the dim light, were now darkened. The air conditioning system, which had been a constant little whir in the background, was now dead. A humm from some kind of other motor near the room was silent, too. No light from inside the bedroom, and now with the stormclouds blocking any moonlight, the window was pitch black as well. It made us both pause, then chuckle. We didn't need lights to fuck! We kept going, with a bit more energy. I kept my penis inside Stacy's 18 year old pussy, but I flipped her onto her back on the bed, pushing between her spread-open legs. "Oh, yeah, baby," the girl growled at me, liking me taking charge, "fuck me!" Pushing her slim knees apart, I completely spread her open, then started pounding my pelvis into her. With my weight probably at least twice hers, I could force my dick all the way into that young vagina. Leaning into her, my legs and buttocks clenching with each thrust, I plunged my hard dick into Stacy's cunt, so hard my balls slapped against her soft asscheeks below, drawing a loud squeal of protest from the girl. My dick felt so welcomed inside that hussy's pussy, and I kept pounding at her, driving furiously, faster and faster. She was yelping, her hands clutching my meaty ass to pull me deep inside her, and I was grunting and sweating as I fucked that tight pussy. I heard people in the hallway, yelling at each other and going back and forth, but I didn't care. I just wanted to fuck the hot bitch -- and she wanted me to fuck her. Stacy was a way better lay than my wife had ever been. The smells and noises from the girl were delicious; and her tight pussy felt perfect around my penis. I was leaning upright at one point, gripping her ankles to hold her legs to the sides, finding her pliable to whatever position I wanted to put her in. Fucking her even more rapidly now, I couldn't hold it back, and I needed to cum. "I gotta cum," I announced, my mouth dry from breathing though my mouth through the sex. "Yeah!" Her hands gripped my asscheeks even harder. "Cum inside me, baby, do it!" I didn't deliberate the point, I just did what she wanted. I kept my dick jammed inside her cunt, then I gasped and felt my cock explode. My balls churned, my stomach had butterflies, and my cockhead felt like a knife was piercing it open, deep inside her pussy. Wave after wave of cum shot out of my dick, flooding her teenage cunt, pouring inside her young body. I kept my married cock inside that pussy for the longest orgasm I'd ever had, shooting so much cream into her, even dribbling out more and more semen long after I'd have been done cumming if it had been my wife's pussy. Giggling from the hot sex, I collapsed on her, kissing her, right as the loudspeaker erupted too. In a non-native speaking voice, projected over a cheap, old speaker system, I could barely make out the instructions. Something about emergency power, don't be worried, stay in your rooms. Thunder continued to rumble around the area, as if emphasizing that last point. Stay in my room? I was fucking this sensationally sexy, strawberry-blonde teenager. I wasn't going anywhere. Rolling us over again, I lay her nude body above mine, keeping my arms around her, our lips pressed together in a continuing kiss. My hands rubbed sweat up and down her slim, soft back and sexy buttocks. Her thigh ground my hard dick against my own pelvis, until she found me swollen again, ready for more sex. With a grunt, she climbed on top of me, inserting my dick into her messy, sloppy vagina, but keeping our faces together for the kiss, so I could fuck her mouth with my tongue while my dick was again fucking her teen pussy. Lilac's 18yo Friend: Stacy's Trip The power came back on outside at some point, restoring some dim light to the room. I took advantage of it, pushing Stacy onto her fours, climbing behind her hot young ass. She had a round butt, with a bit of flesh on it, but it looked delicious, like two half-moons in the dim light. I could even make out the beads of sweat and juices on her buttcheeks. But as I moved to fuck her doggy-style, the girl whimpered, moving her pelvis away from me, reaching back with a hand. "No, here," she spat at me, with a rushed, urgent tone, "fuck my ass -- can you please fuck my ass?" I hadn't fucked an ass for a long time, and I guess I hesitated, because that is what she really wanted. "I wanna be dirty -- make me your dirty slut, baby -- stick your dick in my ass, please!" Well, I wasn't going to disappoint an 18 year old slut, was I? In fact, I did her better than that. I was already feeling slightly guilty for fucking her -- cheating on my wife, and with a girl so young too -- but, I realized, why the fuck not go all out? You can't be half-pregnant, and you can't half-cheat on your wife. I was "all in," so I was going to do it all. The nasty pervert in me was coming out! I bent over, prying open her sweaty asscheeks, exposing her tight butthole. Instead of my cock going into it, however, I first started licking it. It tasted so nasty -- dirty, disgusting, sweet, sexy. The girl loved it, shrieking, "Yeah, baby, yeah!" She put her face and tits to the messy bedsheet, shoving her ass up higher even more, parting her knees to give me more access. I began kissing and licking her asshole, tasting sweat and pussyjuices on it, then my tongue entered inside. I'd never done this to a girl, but I figured, she did it to me, and she must like it. She screamed, "FUCK YESSS!" and began fingering her clitoris while I licked her asshole. Shoving my chiI n against her body, I just hammered my tongue into her butt, deeply, pumping my tongue in and out. She was bucking against my face, almost ramming my nose with her body, somewhat forcefully I might add. Next, I leaned upright, and replaced my tongue with my finger inside her asshole. The bitch loved it, howling in delight, putting both her hands on her buttocks to spread her cheeks open. I could barely see, in the light, my finger disappearing into her tight, smelly ass, but I twisted it around, made sure she felt me fucking it back and forth. Stacy let go of her ass and used her hand to masturbate her vagina, while I finger-fucked that butthole. "Fuck -- so good, uhhh!" she screamed, having an orgasm from the feeling. That made me feel proud, I just made an 18 year old girl have an orgasm from finger-fucking her butthole! Of course, my dick was going to take its turn. I pulled my finger out, had her suck it clean, then I mounted her body from behind. Holding her hips firmly, I rubbed my dickhead against her ass, and when I felt my penis right at the hole, I shoved it inside, HARD. She winced and moaned, and I let out a grunt too, that hole was even more tight than her cunt! She pushed backwards as I slowly ground my hips forward, and I was almost gasping at how tight the hole was. Her ass-muscles were squeezing my dick painfully, almost squeezing it off of me, but I kept hammering at the pressure, slowly pushing meat into that anus, until I had most of my six inches inside of her. I couldn't pump it, her butt was too tight, so I started grinding my body against hers, leaving my dick in her ass, pressing her rounded asscheeks against my flabby belly. We were grunting in unison, our bodies swaying together, as she screamed from my fat cock digging into her tight ass. I tried to remember what she'd said a few minutes earlier. "There, you're a dirty slut now, Stacy," I snickered, smacking her asscheek for good measure. The young whore howled in lust. "Fuck, yessss!" Her fingers started probing her vagina now, two or three of them, with my penis still shoved up her ass. With her body rocking furiously, grinding against me, she was bringing herself to an orgasm, and it was a loud one, she was screaming and thrashing on the bed under me, her tight asshole almost ripping my dick off of me. We fell forward, Stacy onto her stomach and chest, me lying over her ass and back, my dick still fucking her butt. I pushed her down flat, sliding in and out of her ass a little, keeping her body in place. It was comfortable this way, her buttocks cushioning my pelvis as I fucked that ass. Pinned to the messy bedsheets, the teenager was groaning lovingly, keeping pressure on my cock by gyrating her pelvis and ass around in hard, urgent circles. Her voice was deep and full of lust. "Uhhh, fuck yeah, uhhh, baby!" I hadn't realized fucking an ass was so much fun; it felt different than a pussy, much more tight, gripping my cock. Plus, lying on her butt was sensous. Spreading my knees and hands on the bed for leverage, I began pounding faster at her asshole. "There, you nasty slut," I spat down at her, trying to fuck her ears and brain now too as much as her body, "taking married cock up your asshole -- what a nasty, filthy, fucking little whore you are!" "Uhhh, fuck, yeah!" agreed the horny bitch, grunting, pushing against my more powerful thrusts into her ass. "Fuck, it hurts -- fuck my ass harder!" Giving the 18 year old what she wanted, I pounded my erection into that ass furiously, over and over, staring down at it. I felt myself wanting to cum, too. But I kept going, driving deep into her tight hole while she was undulating excitedly underneath me, both of us sucking in air hard. Then, at the last minute, I pulled out, flopping Stacy onto her back. With her hair spilled around her pretty face, and her big tits pointing up at me, she looked gorgeous. I crawled over her, holding my erection in my hand, jerking off my slimy dick that had spent the last fifteen minutes inside her asshole. I pointed my cock at her face, bawling, "Fuckin' gonna cum, honey!" "Yeah, baby!" she purred back to me, staring at my erection inches above her face. I unloaded on her, shooting my second orgasm of the night onto her face and tits. I could hear the cum splatter on her skin, and Stacy moaned as I streamed loads of my gooey hot seed onto her pretty cheeks and chin, then a few globs of the mess onto her big breasts also. She cupped her bosom for me, letting me coat her nipples with the remaining dribbles of semen I could coax out of my shaft. As soon as I emptied myself on her, I crawled up her body a bit more, shoving my dick to her mouth. "Here, honey," I groaned with desire, "suck my dick clean, taste your hot ass on my cock, baby." "Mmm hmm!" She was more than willing. Wrapping her lips around my penis, the girl lovingly sucked my cock into her wet mouth, tasting the flavors of my fucking of her butthole, licking all around my shaft. I was sore but still hard, muttering about how sexy and pretty she was while she cleaned off my messy penis with her mouth. Even when it was clean, she kept licking me, lapping at my balls, even moving me up her face so she, too, could lick my asshole again. Girl was one nasty bitch, wasn't she? We fucked one more time, after cuddling and talking a bit. I got hard again and climbed on top of her, and remained there, fucking her faster and harder. I knew we both had to get up for early flights, but fuck it, I wasn't going to get a chance to fuck her ever again, probably. My dick belonged in her cunt, and I kept it there a good half-hour more, fucking furiously, in and out, until my third orgasm was my second one of the night inside her pussy, shooting whatever sperm I had left into her wet, teen tube. Pulling the sweaty bedsheets over our bodies as she lay together for some slumber, I kissed her nasty mouth, holding her sore, sexy nude body next to mine. "You," I told her, "are one hot fuck -- I'm so glad we did this." She snickered. "I've never helped a guy cheat on his wife before," she giggled like a guilty schoolgirl, "I should do it more often, if y'all are all this much fun!" I told her, she should fuck married men as often as she can. And they all should give me a medal for my service to humanity, for telling her to do it. I can only imagine what other married cocks got to enter her hot pussy!