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Unexpected in Every Way

By: luckyfucker



I was taking a trip across the country, and I needed a place to crash halfway to my eventual destination of Des Moines. There was a girl I knew a little, Shannon, who lived in Indiana, and I was hoping to stop at her place. I had only met her once, at a friend's summer place on a lake for one week. She had come along with yet another friend of mine, Tom. Tom had basically had a crush on her for his whole teenage years, but now that we were well into our 20s, it was clear to everyone but him that that was not going to happen, they were stuck in friendship mode. In any case, I had gotten along well with Shannon, and she had offered to let me stop by when I had mentioned my trip to her that week on the lake. But now that the time was actually approaching, I was nervous. I was never the most forward person about asking anyone for a favor, and was definitely at my least comfortable when it came to girls. I wasn't a virgin, but I was not exactly the most experienced guy in the world. 

Shannon was cute, hot—not supermodel hot by any means, but when you're a normal guy, and you see a chick in a bathing suit for a week, you get to lusting after her no matter what. And she did have the looks to back up that lust no matter what the circumstances. She was short, maybe 5'4", a cute round face with big dark eyes, sweet full lips, and nice cheekbones. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a nice round, tight ass that packed her worn-out jeans well, and was in good shape—not skinny, but no extra weight, and perhaps most prominently, she had the feature that probably should have been first on this list: a fantastic rack, a heavy set of D-cup knockers that weighed down nicely on her chest, not saggy, just big and real and round. Her nipples were the object of my constant attention during our week on the lake—they were pretty long and stood out proudly through her swim suits, even though she wore somewhat conservative one-pieces. A one-piece is still pretty fucking hot if worn by the right girl in the right way, and I had spent half the week with a woody in the water, watching her tits bounce up and down, her ass saunter back and forth, and we all played and talked on the beach.

Yes, she was clearly the kind of chick that I was perfectly happy to jerk off about for weeks afterward. Asking if I could stay with her, however, was intimidating, even if she had already invited me, especially since there was the somewhat forbidden aspect of the whole situation, since my friend Tom was still secretly in love with her. It made me even a little guilty just to jerk off about her.

But I did need a place to stay, and even if I was a pussy and knew I would never actually hit on her, I also couldn't stand it if I didn't at least put in the minimal effort of talking to her again, so I called her up. She was totally glad to hear from me, perky even, and we set it up. I jerked off again just anticipating seeing her, knowing that was going to be as close as I would get.

I drove in a few days later, and knocked on the door of her apartment. She opened the door, and immediately I had a stiffy. She wasn't dressed in an obviously hot way, just a tight grey t-shirt and jeans, but that t-shirt was clearly showing off her best assets in a way that made it hard for me not to stare. She gave me a hug and was really friendly, touching my arm a number of times. She really seemed glad I came. We went out to dinner, and I was feeling like maybe something might happen after all, against all odds, at which point she dropped the info that killed off any of my anticipations: she had a boyfriend. He was away for the weekend, he wouldn't be back until tomorrow after I left, and he was sorry we couldn't hang out. Well, fuck, that sunk it. But we still had a nice dinner, and then went to a movie. We walked around a bit and she showed me the college town, and eventually I started to wonder again. What was the deal here? She kept looking at me in the eyes, kept touching me lightly. I'm no expert, in fact I'm a body-language idiot, but it seemed to me that she was sending signals.

When we eventually got back to her room, it was pretty late, so we got ready for bed. She dressed in a threadbare white t-shirt that hung just slightly below her crotch. The view of her long nipples brushing against that shirt, tits swinging around freely without the confines of a bra, gave me enough material for weeks more of jerk-off sessions. I was in a t-shirt and boxers. She got in bed, and I made as if to lay on the couch, but she suddenly said, wait, that couch is really uncomfortable, it's got loose springs, just come in the bed, there's no harm done, I've got a boyfriend, right?

What the hell. What was I supposed to do here? My cock clearly told me that I was supposed to jump up immediately and get in bed. However, my ethical side told me that I was possibly screwing over my friend Tom, not to mention her boyfriend Justin. And really, was my mind just playing with me? What if I got in bed and nothing happened, but I couldn't hide my hard-on, and it became obvious, would she kick me out? I was in a land of mixed signals from her, and mixed motives from my own brain. I said the couch would be fine. But she insisted, and after a few more back and forths, I got in bed with her.

I laid down, and she did too, facing each other, and we talked a bit. I had to put an enormous effort into not coming in my shorts right there. But after her big moves earlier, she seemed to change course yet again, and eventually we dropped off to sleep, with me turned around facing the side of the bed so as not to let her see my engorged cock.

A little later in the night, however, I felt some kind of soft crawling touch, and slowly re-entered the world of consciousness. A hand was slowly making its way across my side, slowly moving across my front, slowly making its way down to my hips, slowy—going inside my boxers! Her small hand lightly caressed my cock, feeling its column of flesh, touching my balls, and it was impossible for it to remain unresponsive. It slowly started to grow under her ministrations, and enlarged to its full size within a minute. Oh my god, I felt so goddamn good.

My full size, it should be noted, it not bad. I'm no porn star, but I've got eight inches under my belt, and it's thick as a paper towel tube. Basically, I may be a pussy, but I've also got a cock that the ladies love, if I ever get the balls to let them see it. So when I inflated to full size, I heard her gasp as she realized what she was holding. This wasn't just going to be a little fling when her boyfriend was gone, it was going to be something special. Little did either of us really realize at that point just how special.

She hesitated a second, not really sure what to do now. She may have originally just been thinking about a little feel-up, just to touch it, just to see, just to fuel her own masturbation sessions—nothing that would cross the line over into actual cheating. But now that the equipment turned out to be different than expected , she wasn't able to just let go. I've learned that a cock can have a certain magnetic force of its own. She started moving her hand up and down, a slow hand-job. I reacted by getting even stiffer. After a minute, precum started leaking out, and I got nice and oily. I didn't know what to do. If I let her know I was awake, she might get too startled, and stop!

Soon she did in fact stop. Oh god no. But she got up, out of bed, and crawled around to face me, knees on the floor. She gingerly pulled the covers down off me, and slowly, ever so very very very slowly, pulled my member out of my boxers, through the hole. Then she oh so very very very slowly put her mouth over the top of the head. Dante's visions in the Paradiso had nothing on me. I was beyond heaven. Her wet crevice of a mouth, a gingerly-moving sponge-like envelope, was an ungodly ecstatic experience.

The head was now entirely in her mouth. She mouthed it, slurped it with her lips, licked the bottom with her tongue, trailed the precum from the slit back into her mouth. She slowly, slowly, slowly moved the loose seal of her lips further down, the shaft slowly getting sucked in, getting wet, the head hitting the soft back of her mouth. She struggled for a moment. I had had a few blowjobs before, and nobody had gotten much farther than this. I was too thick. I could already feel the skin of her mouth tighten around the circumference of the shaft. But then, pop! it went into her esophagus, two whole inches in a split second. A brief gagging sound, a jolt, then slowly, slowly, slowly again she moved her way down. I lay there, stiff as a board, as she finally came to rest with her nose in my pelvis, my entire phallus engulfed in her mouth and throat. Oh. My. God. Because of the angle, it was even more impressive—I was basically sideways in her throat, the curve in my cock bending to the side inside her throat.

I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose. Then she started moving up and down, releasing and re-engulfing my member, a process so delicate and powerful, I couldn't hold back any more. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled, jamming her head as far down as it could go. Oh god yes, I moaned. I looked down, and her face was a mask of fright—for a second. She had been caught, and clearly felt guilty. But it obviously came to her a second later—what was she scared of? Me asking her to stop deep-throating me? It was more likely for a snowball to survive a blast furnace. She got a slutty, devilish grin—as much as she could, considering most of cheeks were stretched as tight as they could go around my cock—and started sucking. We both knew now that we were both going to have a very enjoyable night.

As her efforts redoubled, and moved from the slow, subtle, painfully skillful fellatio of a minute ago to a wild, energetic, suck job, my body became overwhelmed and a year's worth of sexual energy coursed through me. I grunted out that I was going to come, and I let go of her head, assuming that she, like other girls I had been with, was not going to want to swallow. She pulled her throat off my cock, as expected, but left the head in her mouth, at which point I erupted a volcanic amount of cum, filling her mouth almost immediately. The volume obviously surprised her, and her faced registered it, but her wanton lust shone through, and she swallowed the wet gobs of white slime down with a smile, then quickly pulled my cock out and jerked it off more on her face as it continued to shoot, letting my shower of sperm fly all over her cheeks, her lips, her nose, and her forehead. When my fountain finally turned off, she sat there on her knees for a minute, basking in the glow, one eye closed with a particularly large clump of cum. She looked like such a delicious slut, with wild hair, cum on her face and sluicing out of her mouth, reddened cheeks and lips, pupils dilated to the extreme, heaving chest from her heavy breathing, long nipples poking through her thin t-shirt, thighs spread so that I could now see that this whole time she hadn't been wearing any panties, showing off her parted wet pussy lips to my desirous eyes.

"Wow," she said, cum dripping from her nose down onto her waiting tongue. "I needed that. And I guess you did too—you must have been storing that load up for a long time! I hope you've still got some in there though, sport, because I'm just getting started."

I smiled and moved over. Cum was never a problem for me. I was always a big shooter, although that had been a big load even for me. I was pretty sure we were not going to have to worry about that well going dry, not with the sexual toolbox she clearly had at her disposal. I was a shy guy, I think that's clear by now, but once I got started, I was a pretty horny, dirty bastard. If cum was what she wanted, cum was what she was going to get. And what I wanted was to get me some of those tits that, up 'til now, had remained hidden. 

To be continued...

Unexpected in Every Way Ch. 02



I lifted the bottom of her shirt up to her belly. She lifted her arms to help me take it off the rest of the way. My hands trembled a bit as I did it, as our skin touched. We were coming down a bit from our high.

Of course, we could only do this after she provided one of the highlights of the night, by scooping all the cum off her face with her fingers, then sucking and licking the gooey white substance off each finger in what was just about the best imitation of a porn star I've ever seen. She was into this in a deep way—I could tell now that she wanted this to be the kind of night where you give in to your basest desires all the way.

As I put the shirt down, I finally saw one of the nicest set of tits I've ever had the pleasure of viewing. They were fantastic. Big. Round. Full. Heavy. High. Wide nipples, maybe an inch and a half across. Long nipples, sticking maybe a half inch out, thick as thimbles. They stood out proudly on her chest like puppies sitting up to beg. Now, they weren't shockingly huge—not a double D, not plastic. I've seen bigger, even in real life. But were they big? Yes, more than a handful, quite enough to imagine resting my head on them as pillows. Basically, they were just what any red-blooded male think of when he thinks of perfect huge tits.

Of course, this also revealed her cute round hips and naked, shaved pussy as well, but I'm a tit man, and I didn't waste my time. I cupped them in my hands, pulling at the nipples, then started sucking on them, licking them, mashing them more vigorously in my hands as she started to moan. I was in heaven, sucking away, in a perfect tactile moment, and it apparently wasn't bad for her either. Her sounds became more and more high pitched and quickly followed one upon the other, until eventually her whole body started shaking in convulsions as she came.

"Did you just have an orgasm from me sucking your tits?" I asked increduously.

"Yes," she panted, still clearly in a daze, laying back on the bed. "It's been a long time since that happened. They're sensitive, but it was more than that—I almost came from sucking you off, actually. I was feeling myself up before you woke up, so I was pretty close anyway."

I felt like a fucking master of orgasm-creation after that. My ego, which had been pretty subdued in the sexual arena, started to grow, and pretty damn fast.

I got up on top of her as she lay on the bed and plopped my cock in between those massive mammaries.

"Let's see if we can do it again," I said.

I grabbed each tit with one of my hands, mashing them against each other. I lost no time in rapidly sawing my cock back and forth between them. They were so soft, but so tight and hard at the same time. They were big enough that, even with my tight grip, there was enough left un-grabbed to bounce around like crazy with my thrusts. It felt so fucking good.

I occasionally lifted my cock up to her mouth so that she could suck the head inside, then got back to work fucking away at those magnificent hooters. I moved up and down in the tits, from the very bottom channel, rubbing against her sternum, where there was a bit more space, to the middle of the mass, which was the most jelly-like, and all the way to the top, where I mashed her rock-hard nipples against my cock. Meanwhile she was desperately frigging herself to multiple more orgasms.

She signaled that she wanted to change position, and I lay on my back, with her hovering over me. She gave my head a few more licks, her tits swinging below her, nipples sticking out, colored a lurid pink. Then she grasped her tits together and slowly tit-fucked me herself, pinning my cock between those amazing sponges. She was totally focused on using her tits to make me come. They were swinging up and down, but were also controlled, and the way she used the soft parts along with the nipples was just massively erotic, like getting a massage. Her eyes were intense, her hands a blur, her tits soft against my rock hard cock, the head peeking out every few seconds.

I finally reached the point of no return, and started blasting my cum out, the first few salvos shooting all over her chin and neck, then she pulled back and up a bit so I could drench the object of my desire, those wonderful knockers. I shot blast after blast all over their curves, lacing them together as if with white shoelaces. 

As I slowed down, I grabbed her nipples and rubbed them along the underside of my cock, using them to squeeze out the remaining cum. Then I lay there as watched the cum drip from the peaks down to the valley in slow rivulets. Eventually she came out of her own mesmerized state, and lifted one tit after the other to her mouth, sucking the cum right off the nipples, long slimy strands of white hanging from mouth to tit, then slowly slurped up in the most unrefined way.

Wow. Not only was she hot, and sexual as hell, but a cum slut too, it seemed like. She seemed to love eating it as much as I loved watching her do it.

She finally sat up and grabbed my dick.

"This guy is going to need to do some more work," she said.

"Oh, no doubt," I said. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere until I've plumbed that pussy!"

I hadn't even gone soft. I pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs apart.

"Oooh, a rough guy!" she said.

I lifted her knees up to my shoulders, her face squirming a bit with discomfort from the speed of the contortion, then I smiled and rammed my dick home. She had come enough from what we'd already been doing, so I had no problem, I was balls-deep in a second. Her body shook, it wasn't expecting a cock like this. Her eyes glazed over. I fucked the shit out of her. Bam, bam, bam, the headboard was slamming the wall. I rammed my cock into her sloppy, tight cunt like a jackhammer. Her eyes started rolling back into her head. I wasn't coming anytime soon after the first two times, so I wasn't afraid of going for the gusto.

I flipped her over and pulled her ass in the air, then started fucking again doggy style. I enjoyed watching her ass ripple, and was already getting ideas for later on. But right now, there was a pussy that needed plumbing. I grabbed underneath and got some handholds on those crazily-swinging tits and kept fucking like mad. She was banging back at me like her life depended on it.

She got on top, and came almost immediately from having my cock penetrate so deeply, but couldn't keep up the energy it took to fuck so hard. 

Finally, after about half an hour, with multiple more changes in position, I had her on her back again, legs straight up and together, thighs directly parallel with my chest, and I filled her cunt with my seed. I had had plenty of time to get this load ready, and I shot out so much that it was squirting out through her pussy's now-loose seal around my cock.

I pulled out and lay there, exhausted. I watched, unbelieving, as she stuck her fingers in her cunt, twirled them around, and brought them up to her mouth, sucking off our combined cum as her eyes slowly closed. Goddamn.

Her tits slowly moved up and down on her chest in time with her breathing, their shape still round, their size still evident even in this position. Traces of my cum leaked down her spread thighs, streaked across her chest, her face, her neck. What a hot slut. She had seemed so reticent earlier. What had I done to deserve this?

Neither of us could put off sleep any further, but I had more plans for the morning.

To be continued.

Coming up: that ass is mine. Later: The boyfriend.



Unexpected in Every Way Ch. 03



I woke up in the morning, the sun shining in through the window, caressing her body with yellow light, making the dried cum scattered over her face, tits, and legs look like silvery drops of dew.

Or like I had busted a nut all over her, your choice.

Man, this had been an incredible night. I had fucked Shannon pretty much every way I could want. I had gotten the maximum possible satisfaction out of her mouth, tits, and pussy.

But then a series of suggestive images slowly drifted back to me from the night, images of her sweet curvy ass thrusting in the air, and I remembered that there was one more form of satisfaction that I had not yet had the chance to appreciate: I wanted to get in her ass really bad. I had never fucked anyone in the ass before, but had always wanted to. It was the ultimate fantasy for me, something I had always thought would remain in the realm of fantasy. I felt like I was never going to get a better chance at making it a reality than with this boyfriend-having, big-titted, semi-submissive cum slut.

I lay there trying to decide how to go about it. What was my strategy here—Should I wake her up? Should I ask her? Or should I just take her? I had definitely gotten the feeling last night that she liked to be dominated, that she liked to be shown the ropes. She had instigated this whole episode, but it may have just been a necessary tactic for her to get what she wanted, given my own passive persona when it came to pussy. In fact, her seeming indecisiveness over the whole thing may actually have sprung, I realized, from an innate submissive personality, and while she knew what she was looking for, she didn't want to be the one in control.

Well, I could live with that.

While this insight gave me some new ideas, I still needed to figure out exactly how to go about this. Then, as if the gods of virgin-ass-fucking heard my prayers, she spontaneously rolled over onto her back, still in her sleep! While this deprived me of the spectacular view of the rolling hills of her tits, it certainly made my strategy of jump-right-in-with-the-ass-fucking a whole lot easier!

I obviously had a hard-on pretty much from the instant I woke up and saw her laying there with my dried cum on her tits and face. I carefully got up and straddled her thighs, putting my hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart slowly. They were fleshy, but tight like rubber balls—no sag, no jelly there, just firm ass meat. I looked at the dear little rosebud of her asshole, a clenched brown star in the middle of the sweet hemispheres of her ass. Was I actually going to be able to fit in there? And, more importantly in the present case, was I actually going to be able to get in there quickly enough to make my plan work? The plan being, of course, that rather than having her waking up to the brutal shock of being raped raw in the ass and calling the cops on me, she would instead wake up to the magical wonder of my cock sensually transporting her rectum to a sexual plane of sublime ecstacy, instantly coverting her into a life-long ass-fuck lover. Hey, it was possible. 

Well, no time like the present! I positioned my cockhead at the closed hole, then pressed in with all my might. I went in all the way in in one stroke. I don't know who all these people are who talk so much about the need for lube when it comes to ass-fucking. "Plain" seemed to work fine, at least for me.

Well, you could say she woke up. Woke up yelling with a cock in her ass.

"What the fuck! Ohmigod! What the fuck! Ohmigod!"

Her brain was fuzzy at best, but she had enough sense to realize something was happening that was powerfully different from most of her mornings. She woke out of a deep sleep, probably not even remembering last night at all right away, and certainly not expecting or planning on this. She didn't have a lot of time to figure out what was going on. I was slamming into her like crazy, determined to get all I could out of this in case I was wrong about her inner submissive desires.

But you don't always get what you want, you get what you need. And what she needed (I thought), and what I needed (I knew), was a good ass fuck. So that is what she was going to get—eight inches of a fleshy tube spreading her ass cheeks apart, spreading her anal ring to obscene dimensions, goading her colon to open up and say "ahh." Eight inches of a piston ramming all the way into its housing, and all the way out. Step two: repeat.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she howled repeatedly.

I couldn't even tell what she was thinking yet. Was that a good "fuck fuck fuck fuck," or a bad "fuck fuck fuck fuck"? I didn't really care. Right now, I was concentrating solely on the amazing pleasure of having my fuckstick be in the tightest spot it had ever been. So damn warm. So....homey? It's hard to explain, but my cock just felt like it was at home. Her sphincter was like a cock ring at the base of my rod, constricting the blood flow and making it feel even more bulbous with fluid than usual. Her cheeks felt so good crushing in on my pelvis. It was weird, tighter than a pussy, but it also felt like there was more room deep inside at the tip somehow. Halfway through I realized that I was holding her arms down on the bed so she didn't thrash around so much. Her face was in the pillow now, biting down. Her back would spasm up and down and to the sides, but she wasn't yelling any more.

I was in cock heaven, but it was destined not to last very long. After a few minutes, I felt my cum welling up in my balls, and I started to shoot, first filling her rectum with more than a few wet tablespoons of sperm, then I pulled out and blasted more thick ropes of cum onto the rim of her still-wide-open asshole, where it dripped slowly back inside, then I finished off by laying a couple final white lines of cock-glue on her smooth, sweaty, palpitating ass cheeks.

I sat there and just languidly enjoyed the view for a second, watching her asshole close like a plant in a nature film, folding up at night in slow motion, the gelatinous strands of cum getting caught in its grip like bugs in a Venus fly trap, halfway in and halfway out. She lay there in shock. Then I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound. I shuffled up to her head, grabbed her chin and cheek with my hand, and turned it to face my way.

"Oh, man John, that was..."

Before she could come out with whatever she was going to say—"unexpected"?—I shoved my cock, still warm from the friction of her ass, into the just-as-warm cavity of her mouth. I wanted to see if she would go so far as to wash her shit off with her tongue.

Now, let's take a second here to reflect. One might ask, aren't you the guy who, just a little while ago, was talking so much about how he was conflicted about even getting involved with this girl, who didn't want to screw over his friend who had been moon-eyed for this girl for his whole life, that guys just don't do this kind of thing to their friends?

Yes, that's me. But, you also have to remember that the saying "guys think with their dicks" is basically true. Or at least it's true in certain situations, like this one. If my dick gets itself into a situation where its every wish is going to be fulfilled, then it will take over the rest of my brain in a second. One good example is from just a few seconds ago, where I took the frankly ludicrous step of deciding to ass-fuck this girl awake. What were the actual chances that this was going to work out in my favor? But the dick says, "if not now, never," and blocks the brain from having any input whatsoever. And so we get into situations like this one, situations that are, shall we say, unexpected to the brain, because the brain would never do anything like this.

So my dick thought, let's see if this slut is really going to go all out. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed in, once again sideways, like last night, puffing out her cute cheeks, jutting into her throat from exactly the wrong angle for it to go down easily--not that it wouldn't go down, it just wouldn't go down easily. She slobbered all over it, and tried to pull off for a second after the taste of shit reached her brain, but I held on and started thrusting, and soon she started sucking and licking the cum and shit juice off with gusto. Lucky for me, guys aren't the only ones that think with their genitals—her pussy was definitely the one making decisions for her at this point!

Soon my cock was crystal-clean, and ready to go for round two. I figured that it was time to satisfy her a bit more directly, so I reluctantly pulled out of her enthusiastically-gobbling mouth, leaving a quizzical expression on her now-unstretched face. But I stood up and pulled her up with me, so her legs wrapped around my body, and her cunt slid heavily down the tube of my cock, balls deep.

Damn, for a short girl she was heavy enough. Maybe I wouldn't be able to pull this off after all. But I shuffled over to the wall and leaned her against it, and the extra pressure helped me to stay in position. I started fucking away, and I could tell the position was working its magic. Her eyes were looking deep into mine, and we were clearly telepathically communicating one thought back and forth to each other—"thank you for this!"

I slammed my cock up and out of her wet pussy, back battering against the wall, making tons of noise for all the neighbors to hear (who knows what they heard already!), cum doubtless sloshing out of her loosened asshole left and right, her considerable tits smacking up and down and around in a hypnotic gyration, my legs and back burning from the effort. She was squealing in high-pitched whimpers, and quickly came twice, right in succession, within only a few minutes. I finally let go of my last orgasm of the morning, like a stone that was finally released out of a slingshot after being held at full tension for an hour (not that it had been anywhere near that long), blasting way up into the depths of her pussy as its muscles throbbed and clutched themselves around my cock.

We collapsed on the bed, bodies heaving. We didn't talk much, but it was clear that this had fulfilled a fantasy, hell, a whole ream of fantasies, for both of us. She told me that she had to go to work, and that her boyfriend would be home that night. I was welcome to hang out and sleep in a bit before I left, and she'd be glad to hear from me again some time. I reciprocated my own thanks, and told her I'd see her around some day.

She went to shower, and I thought about the voluminous cum dripping from her pussy and ass. What was my little slut doing with all that cum all alone in the shower, I wondered? That, however, was to remain a secret for a little while longer.

After she came out, I enjoyed the little show she gave me as she dressed, putting on a purplish-pink lace bra that held her tits up high and tight, with her nipples sticking out prominently as usual, then pulling a pair of sky-blue panties up her toned legs. She wore a form-fitting olive skirt that went down to mid-calf, and a button-down white shirt on top. I was already imagining fucking her ass and tits again now that the goods were hidden from view. Too bad I wouldn't get the chance, with Mr. Boyfriend around.

So we said goodbye, and she walked out the door with a blown kiss. I lay back on the bed to rest before hitting the road for the rest of my trip. Suddenly, a thought hit me. A thought that was, shall we say, not coming from my brain.

To be concluded. Next up: It gets better. Better? Better.



Unexpected in Every Way Ch. 04



So like I said I had an idea that originated down south of my brain.

I had a nice day, hanging out and resting. I cleaned up the apartment for her—it was the least I could do considering what she'd been willing to do for me.

And then that evening, instead of leaving as she expected me to do, I waited by the door, and when I heard Shannon coming down the hallway, I hid in the bathroom. As I anticipated, when she opened the door, she wasn't alone—her boyfriend, Justin, was with her, and he obviously missed the fruits of their relationship. Who could blame him, considering what a sex goddess she had turned out to be—although who knows what she was like under normal sexual situations. I could hear them though the bathroom door, he was obviously feeling her up and kissing her heavily. She was responding in kind.

I sat there and waited.

They got ready for bed, pulling down the sheets and dimming the lights. He started to take off his clothes and she said the magic words—she had to go to the bathroom.

She came in, her form-fitting skirt cupping her tight round ass, nipples caressed to erection by her button-down shirt as her tits bounced along with her steps, the shirt pulled tight at the peak of her bust. She started to grab her toothbrush. I quickly came up from behind her and put my hand over her mouth, my other arm wrapping tightly around her arms, and using my body to push her hips up against the sink ledge so she couldn't thrash around. Of course, thrashing around is exactly what she wanted to do—for all she knew, she was getting robbed. After a second she saw me in the mirror, but wasn't necessarily any more pleased. I didn't give a shit. I knew how things worked now. I grabbed her shoulders, twisted her around, and pushed her down to her knees. I slipped out my rock-hard cock and slapped her face with it. 

I whispered, "You're going to do this, so if I was you I'd do it quick and quiet. Otherwise he'll find out what's been going on this weekend."

Her face was a mask of fury—and horniness. I could tell she was already getting off on this, but could also afford to pretend to be pissed about it a little longer. But when I dropped my cockhead onto her faux-creased lips, she opened up without further persuasion, and let me slide my fleshy spear inside the cave of her mouth. I gave it a few short strokes in and out, letting her get her tongue on it a bit, wetting the shaft, then started increasing my stroke length. Based on last night, I knew she'd have no problem taking me all the way, and soon I was balls-deep in her throat. I sawed in and out about halfway the length of my tool, faster and faster, using her face like a pussy, her lips like labia, even flicking her nose like a clit.

Her body was in a jacked-up situation—her adrenaline was already up from the shock of seeing me, but now she also had to contend with a time limit. She couldn't be in here forever or he'd wonder what was going on. I was fine with that. I wanted to fuck with her, but I wasn't going to ruin this unique situation by going too far. So I didn't try to hold back, and soon my balls were bubbling up like Old Faithful. At the same time, her face was twitching uncontrollably from the nose-flicking, her cheeks were red, her breath was coming faster, and I could see her body responding—she was actually going to come from getting her face fucked! But I was going to beat her to it.

"I'm coming on your tits," I grunted in a low voice, trying to give her at least a little warning. She nodded to the extent she could, considering that her face was pretty much stuck in place, and started to unbutton her shirt. She had barely gotten it apart, and detached the generous cups of her front hook bra from each other, when I decoupled my cock from her throat and started to blast off, shooting a whole fireworks display of cum over her face, neck, and especially those obscenely fantastic tits. Damn, I still couldn't get enough of looking at them—they were so firm, so round, the nipples so freaking perky and large, it was like the tits I would create if I was God. I shot a whole fucking ball of string of cum on them, to the extent that they were almost all white, long strands of my seed drip-drip-dripping from the tips of the nipples, rivulets running around the curves of her breasts like a contour drawing, slipping like mercury down the tight passage of her cleavage.

Now that we were done, and she came down a bit from the high of her own almost-orgasm, I could see her get a little frantic, partly from worry about Justin, partly from the tension of having not-quite-come herself. She started scooping up the cum in big handfuls from her tits, sucking it off into her mouth, and then scooping up some more. She was like a human squeegee. The cum filled her mouth too quickly, and while she tried her best to gulp it all down, her throat flexing mightily, some squirted out of her sealed lips right back down her chin and back onto her tits. She cleaned off the rest of her tits, and particularly the nipples, by lifting them directly to her mouth, which finally took her to the brink, and she climaxed sucking her own tits. It was fantastic to watch. For the finale, she scraped the rest off her face and neck, after which I gave her a once-over—she looked fine, at least for the dim light of her room. If the light had been better, it probably would have been more obvious that her lips were raw and puffy, her cheeks a little rubbery, her lower jaw hanging down slack, with a little trail of white still connecting her lower lip and chin.

"I'll see you later," I said, and she hurried out the door, giving me a teasingly-dirty look as she closed it behind her. I liked how things were shaping up. Shannon was a great partner in prurience.

I watched through the keyhole (yes, there was an old-school keyhole) as she sashayed up to him, ass swaying, shirt unbuttoned.

"See anything you like?" she said in her deep sexy voice.

"Hell yeah," he murmured. They embraced, and she kissed him deeply—with a mouth that had been full to the brim with my cum less than thirty seconds earlier! He must have gotten more than a taste of it himself. He bent down, however, and started to suck on those magnificent breasts, vacuuming up the nipples, licking all over their gourd-sized curves—once again, cleaning up the remainder of my cum from her body! I was really starting to get off on this.

After standing there for a good ten minutes while he sucked her prized possessions, getting them nice and spick and span, occasionally coming up for air to kiss her some more, she lifted him off and pulled him down on the bed, dragging his shorts down, and letting his dick plop out. He wasn't bad, a normal six inches or so. She leaned over, surrounded his pecker with those wonderful mammaries, and started titty-fucking him. Damn, I was hard again already. This was going to be tougher than I thought.

He started moaning. I could sympathize, since my own experience between those tits was already one of my most treasured moments. Then she moved down and started to suck him off, fitting him in her throat like a scabbard swallowing a sword. He came compulsively in less than a minute, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and she gulped it down.

I noticed that she didn't put on a show of getting the cum all over the place, or swirling it around with her fingers, as she had with me; she just swallowed it. Not that most guys don't fantasize about that simple act by itself! He asked if he could return the favor, and she told him she had already come, but of course she was really talking about what happened with me in the bathroom. I could tell that she wanted to be excited about being with him, but he just wasn't pushing her far enough. She wanted to be used. She may not have always been that way, but now that she had had a taste, she couldn't shake it off.

In a few minutes, she suggested they shower together, and he agreed. She had manipulated him to come back in the bathroom already! My only problem was, what was I going to do now? I decided while the closet may be a cliché, it was also my best bet, and shut the door.

As they came in, she suggestively stripped off her remaining clothes. She turned the water on and stepped in. I could see from the louvers in the closet door that the water was dripping sexily over the curves of her tits before he joined her, and she closed the curtain by bringing the two sides together in the middle. Damn, now I couldn't see! After a while though, I started to be able to discern what was going on by matching the moving shadows behind the translucent curtains with the sounds of splashing and grunting.

They fooled around a bit, then he started to fuck her, first bending her over with her hands on the walls—I could see them through the crack of the curtain on the right side. How was I going to get involved here? I shouldn't have worried—Shannon had a plan, and was looking out for me the whole time.

After fucking that way for a while, she got up close facing him, her back to the curtain, and wrapped one leg up and around him.

"Hold me," she said, and he picked her up with some effort. One good thing was, he was stronger than me! I knew from last night that that position was damn tiring. Then, with one arm behind her back, she secretly parted the shower curtain (which happened to come together right behind her) just a bit, and suggestively stuck her middle finger up her asshole, which I could now see directly! Then, pulling her finger out, she curled it at me, as if in invitation. Alrighty, if she was up for it, so was I!

I quietly got out and moved closer. She now had both legs wrapped around him, and was holding up her upper body by holding on to the (remarkably solid) shower curtain rod above her head with both arms. This had the two desired effects of holding her up in the air, and also making sure she didn't move away from the slight breach between the shower curtains. Her ass was right there, water running down on all sides. They were fucking like crazy. She was really getting into it, because she knew what was about to happen...I moved as close as I could, and reached the tip of my cock carefully, ever so carefully, up to the edge of her asshole. I had to be sure not to touch him, obviously. This was a crazy idea. But if she was willing to risk it, who was I to say no? So I pressed in, and her asshole puckered, and I slowly slid my shaft up into her inner caverns, surrounding myself once again with her amazingly warm, compact bunghole.

I couldn't believe he didn't notice, because it was sure as fuck obvious to me that there was another cock rubbing against mine with just a thin membrane in between. But I guess if you have no reason to expect it, you don't even register it. So we started double-fucking her, with me getting my second experience of her wonderful asshole, this time even tighter due to the other cock pressing against me from the other direction. She started going buck-wild, thrashing about in an insane series of unending orgasms. It was pretty fucking hard to deal with, because I was using my hands to hold the curtain closed around my cock, so it was tough enough to balance, let alone actively fuck her. But I was certainly enjoying the shit out of this, and I can't even imagine how much she was loving it—this girl came from getting her tits sucked and from giving me a BJ, and now she had two cocks in her pelvis? She was screaming like a fucking monkey, and I'm sure he had no idea what was going on; she couldn't have been like this during their other, normal sexual situations.

But I couldn't stand there philosophizing—it was important that I finish first, so I picked up my speed, and after cramming my cock way deep in that brown asshole one last time, I shot a huge load straight up into her large intestines. I stood there for a minute, thighs shaking, balls flexing, making sure I gave her the full sperm injection, then I pulled out slowly, watching a trail of slime follow me. I staggered back into the closet, as she gradually slowed down her orgasmic quivering, and then Justin finally came himself.

"Wow," he said in a voice strained from exertion. "That was intense! We definitely need to remember to do that again sometime!"

"Mmm, yes, lover," she replied, "we definitely should!" As he pulled out, I could still see through the parted curtain, and I watched the cum from her cunt and asshole mix together in one braided stream of white running down the inside of her legs. She reached down and this time she couldn't resist—she stuck a finger in each hole (although he couldn't see that) and pulled them out, licking the combined pearly goo off both fingers. Then, although I wasn't sure why, her butt cheeks clenched together.

"Damn, Shannon, you're going crazy tonight. That's fucking sexy as hell!" he said in an exhausted voice, watching her cum-show. "But you've worn me way out...let's go to bed." They turned off the water off, and stepped out. Once again, I enjoyed just watching her walk around naked. Her large breasts bounced on her short, compact body in such an alluring fashion as she walked, the jutting curves of her ass running into the straight lines of her toned thighs, her stomach taut but not overly-muscled. They toweled off, and they went to bed naked.

But as they lay in bed, her devilish streak rose up again.

"Honey," she said, punctuating every word in a way to emphasize their sexual appeal, "I'm not...quite...worn out...myself." She crawled up on him, her breasts brushing his chest, nipples dragging a staccato beat against his skin. Right there, it was clear he had no chance to resist.

"Honey," she repeated. "I've been thinking. When you were away, I was thinking about all the things I missed getting to do with you—and we did a lot of that tonight! But I was also thinking about some of the things I haven't done with you—that I haven't done with ANYBODY."

She clearly had his attention.

"Um, what exactly were you thinking about?" he said quietly, not wanting to push his luck.

"Well," she said. "For instance...I know you've always wanted my teeny...tiny...asshole, haven't you. We talked about it before, and I know I said I didn't want to do that. But I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder, sweetie, because when you were gone, all I could think about was your big...hard...cock...in my tight...TIGHT...asshole." The whole time, she had been circling one finger around his chest, while using her other hand to play with her nipples. When she said the word "asshole," she ran that finger down her own body and around and behind her, and stabbed it halfway into her ass with a quick motion, just as she had earlier in the show. Hey, it worked on me! Her eyes locked on his like a vulture staring down its despairing prey in the desert.

The guy was obviously as entranced by the idea as I had been. He had already agreed with his eyes, which were fixated on what he could see (or not see) of her finger.

"But honey," she continued, "I'm a bit afraid of that big...hard...cock...I don't want it to hurt my teeny...delicate...asshole. So honey, there's something I want you to do first, something I've read about. I can understand if you don't want to do it, and that's ok, we don't have to do any of this. But if you want to stick your cock in my ass, I'm going to need you to do this one little thing for me, okay baby?"

"Uh, sure, uh, what is it?" The guy had practically come already just from talking about it. He'd obviously agree to anything. What was she going to ask him to do?

"I think it's called...'rimming,' baby. I want you to lick me down there, to get my butt ready for you. I want you to lick me out in my ass."

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..." There was a long silence. We could all read his mind—how was he going to get in there without having to do this?

"Look," he said, "I know there's all kinds of lubes..."

"I know baby, but I heard that this not only gets me lubed up, it loosens the muscles, so I'll be more ready to accept such a big...hard...cock—and then it will feel SO good for both of us—okay baby?"

He didn't say anything. The wheels in his head had slipped a gear. She was going to have to set things back in motion. She sat up and turned around, sticking her luscious ass in the air, right in front of him.

"Come on, baby, your choice. If you want this"—and she swayed her ass back and forth sexily—"you have to do a little digging in my pretty little coal mine."

He sat there for a second, but at this point, the die was cast. He was not going to pass up a chance to stick his dick up her ass. Who would? So he tentatively got on his knees, stuck his face down near her rump, and stuck out his tongue.

"Don't worry baby," she cooed, "I just took a shower, remember? It's all nice and squeaky clean for you."

He took this into consideration, hesitating one last second, then made up his mind and gave her rosebud a quick lick with the tip of his tongue. Her whole body shuddered. With that support, he dove in, and quickly started giving her a serious rimming. Now I remembered how she had clenched her ass right after coming out of the shower—she had been saving up my cum in her asshole so it all pooled together down at the bottom! He was not only sucking out her ass juice, but slurping up her whole reservoir of my cum as well.

"Oh god oh god, baby," she squealed. "This is so fucking hot. Oh baby I'm going to come just from this! Keep going, dig in there deep!" And she did come, her body started to wince and shake as his tongue ran like a snake up her hole. She took a second to recover, then she lay him down on his back and sat with her ass on his face, and he sucked some more. Any cum I had left in there was definitely going to drain out right into his mouth!

She kept him at it for a good ten minutes, then relented, and got up.

"Okay honey," she said. "Get ready to be the very first cock to core my sweet apple ass!" He didn't wait for an engraved invitation, that was for sure. He got up and dove right in, sticking his cock all the way in with one stroke, just as I had. He started banging away, and within thirty seconds—even faster than his titty-fuck—he had come. I could see it coming a mile away— his face was in a mask of rapture, like Elijah had come to bring him up to heaven in a fiery chariot. He collapsed on top of her, panting from his rapid-fire exertion.

"Sorry not to last any longer," he said, a little embarassed. "I've just been waiting for that for so long."

"No problem," she said sweetly. "I'm just glad that I was able to give you this little present."

And with that they fell asleep.

Unfortunately, I couldn't really follow suit, in case Justin stumbled into the bathroom at night, and had to stay awake and alert all night.

After several amazingly boring hours, the sun started to rise, and I peeked back in the room. There she was, as hot as ever, one magnificent tit peeking out of the sheets by itself. After a while, Shannon stirred. She gave him a glance, then glanced at the bathroom door, then back at him. She gingerly got up, and tiptoed to the door. She came in, naked as a jaybird, her body so amazing. Her big tits stood proudly on her chest, looking pretty much like the Platonic ideal of knockers. Her face looked so damn cute, and not just because I had such vivid memories of sticking my cock in it, or shooting my cum all over it. She just had this impish grin and glowing eyes that pulled all of my attention straight to her.

"Come on stud," she said. "I want a good fuck." I wasn't going to turn her down any more than he was. I leaned her over the sink, kicked her heels apart like a cop frisking a criminal, and slooooooowly slipped my cock inside her dripping wet pussy.

"Oh motherfucker," she said, as I got my third inch in, "Come on, give it all to me!" She pushed her hips back at me in an attempt to get more inside.




Unexpected in Every Way Ch. 04



"No way, babe," I said. "I'm going to do this right." I slowly sawed my way in and out, eliciting groans and moans, two inches in, one inch out, until eventually I was all way in.

"Oh god, I already forgot how thick you are," she moaned. Her pussy was wrapped around me like elastic that was stretched almost to the breaking point, it was pulled so beyond what it was designed to do. I slowed down to a standstill, my cock hibernating inside her cave for a moment, then it woke up in a fenzy. I fucked her like a goddamn machine gun; if this was a movie you would have had to shoot me in 48 frames a second or it would all just have been a motion blur. The force was smashing her legs into the cabinet doors under the sink. This was getting too loud.

I lay my head down beside hers and said, "Did absence make your cunt grow fonder?"

"Oooooooh, like you couldn't believe," she said. "When I was sitting on him, I could feel the cum draining out of my asshole, and slipping down his throat. I'm sure he had no idea what was going on. He probably thought it was some disgusting shit byproduct instead of your cum. Now I'm going to make sure I have a load up my ass every time he rims me!"

That was all I needed to hear. I blew my umpteenth load deep into her pussy, still pistoning away until her cunt had squeezed every last drop out of me, leaving my cock like a dry sponge; but her cunt like a crushed tomato that was full of juice, with the excess spooge threatening to escape her cunt in big gobs.

I pulled out and whispered, "All right then, you can give him that load too!" She smiled at me.

"Did you think there was ever any other plan," she said. She put her finger in her cunt to stop the flow of cum, then once again sashayed out into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed and sat right on his goddamn face.

"Honey," she said, "It's almost time for work. But pussy needs a petting."

"Uuumph," he said, but with her pussy right on his mouth, he had no options. He was a good sport, and ate her out with flair, giving her two orgasms in fifteen minutes, all the while lapping up my latest load deep from her cunt. This guy had eaten more cum in one day than most girls probably eat in a yea. My loads were pretty large, and he was doing some pretty extensive clean-up work in there; he probably already had his daily nutritional requirement of protein for the day!

After she finally decided she (and he) had enough, she got up, and Justin wiped our juices off his face.

"Damn baby," he said, "you were wetter than a faucet!" I almost laughed out loud. 

"That's right honey," she said, "I got all worked up thinking about last night and needed some release."

"Alright," he said with vigor, remembering her experimental mood last night, "Now it's my turn!"

"Oh, but sweetie," she said, coyly looking at him as she got under the sheets and pulled the blanket up over her tits, "You have to go to work. There's no time now. But don't worry, I can see you again on Friday."

"Friday!" he yelled, a raging hard-on swinging around in front of him like a red pickle on steroids.

"Yes, sweetheart, I have a ton of work to do this week. But don't worry, you'll get your chance."

After a bit more back and forth along these lines, he left in his rumpled clothes, clearly more than a bit frustrated by the lack of a "happy ending." After she closed the door, she scampered in, laughing, tits bouncing with every step, and pulled me out of the bathroom.

"Oh god, I just needed some more of this before you go," she said, grabbing my own raging hard-on.

No fucking problem! I had been cooped up in the bathroom for too long. I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. As predicted, this got her even more turned on—I could see the extra spark in her eyes.

I jumped on top, smiling, and said, "Look out for what you ask for."

I wanted to have a finale that I would always remember. Not that I was exactly likely to forget any of this anyway! Now, I had cum god knows how many times in the last 36 hours. I could only make so much more sperm. But I was willing to do what had to be done!

I lifted her legs up around her ears right away, which spread her ass cheeks apart in a way that I couldn't resist. I slammed my thick cock right into her asshole, deep into her bowels, which immediately began to spasm around my cock. God, what an ass, what an ass tunnel. I fucked the shit out of her, literally. My body was flexing like a recurve bow shooting an arrow, again and again and again. My balls were smacking up against the bottom of her ass, and this time I got to look at her as I ass-fucked her—her tits were whirling in wild, tumultuous circles, spinning up towards her head, down to her ribs, and rocking side to side in a turmoil of flesh.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated, her mouth agape, looking at me like she didn't know what on earth got her into this situation. I wasn't just looking into her eyes though—I loved looking down at my cock disappearing into her ass. The skin around my cock was angry-looking, stretched thin and tight, almost glowing with red. I was surprised her ass was so tight—after all, this was the fourth time she had a cock in there in the last two days—but not that her ass was so inflamed—after all, this was the fourth time she had a cock in there in the last two days.

My balls were sending me some signals, but I knew this was probably my last shot, and I wanted it to last. So after a few last fantastically electric slams up her shitter, I started to slow down to just one stroke every few seconds. Then I started to really tease her asshole, pulling all the way out until just my head was still inside, leaving her asshole collapsed like a burnt-out star, until I filled her with life-giving cock again, in measured, smooth strokes. I finally, languorously pulled all the way out, leaving a thread of precum and ass juice hanging precariously between my cock and her asshole. I watched as it stayed open like a gaping maw.

"Oh god," she moaned, "you're not done are you?" Her ass-ring clenched, just slightly, then released. It was still open a fucking inch in diameter!

"No way," I said, "I'm going around the world on this trip." I moved my cock up to her mouth, letting her once again clean the shit juice off my cock. I kept my pace slow, tantalizing her tongue with my head, moving it into her mouth, swishing it around. We changed positions, and I lay back, and she crouched on top of me, ass towards me, as she started sucking my cock in earnest. She took her time as well, mouthing the head, slurping the shaft, licking my balls. Oh god, what an unearthly feeling, it was like I discovered all-new nerve cells that ran straight form my balls to my brain. She moved back up, and started sucking me in, taking my thick rod into her throat, enveloping my flesh tube with the recesses of her neck.

Seeing as her pussy was right there, I figured I would return the favor, and started to lick out her cunt, sticking my long tongue up inside, licking her clit, and generally speaking slopping up some damn wet pussy. No cum in there though—Justin sure had taken care of that! After a few minutes, she came in a riotous quake, and lay back on the bed.

I wasn't done though; I wanted to put my dick everywhere I possibly could in her body. I lifted one leg straight in the air, leaving the other on the bed, and slipped my cock into her cunt from a sort of side-behind direction. That cunt was still so damn warm. Not exactly tight anymore, but still she was pretty fucking good at flexing it, making its muscles ripple up and down. We kept at it for a good long time, changing positions and rhythms, just enjoying some good old basic fucking after a couple nights of such wild deviance. Our eyes locked, our role-playing dropped away, and we just took pleasure in the fact that we made each other extremely horny. This pleasure was doubtless combined with a certain wistfulness about the fact that we knew this was going to be the last time, for real this time.

Eventually, my balls got to the boiling point again, and I had to pull out.

"John, what are you doing," she asked. She knew I hadn't cum yet, although she had had been coming on a pretty regular basis the whole time. You could set a watch by her orgasms!

"Babe, I need those tits one more time," I said. I reached up and grabbed them, fondling them, feeling their curves, their weight, their rolling contours. I sucked on those fantastic long nipples, sucking huge gulps of tit into my mouth. God I loved those things. Finally I straddled her as I had done the first night, and plopped my thick cock in between her mountains of flesh. I grabbed the sides of her tits, and started to fuck away.

"Hey, let me get those for you," she said, with a light in her eye. She removed my hands, and held her tits tight against me. "Fuck my tits, baby," she said, "fuck my tits and cum all over my fucking face! I want it now!"

I didn't have to be told twice! I accelerated back up to ramming speed, fucking those wet, dense tits with a speed that belied my lack of sleep, my continual sexual effort, and general exhaustion. I felt my cock waking up to a final explosion, full of feeling and ecstasy and even pain, a climax of sensation that couldn't be explained in words. It took me to another state of mind, and I finally released the entirety of myself all over her—I blasted out a torrent of cum, my biggest of the trip, raining down white lines of sperm all over her face, spurting across her eyes, shooting up her nostrils, discharging into her open waiting mouth, bursting onto the tip of her excited tongue, lancing across her cheeks, flying into her hair, until I finally pulled back and finished by inundating her mammoth tits, which were shivering like jello, with a final six or seven ropes of gelatinous cum. What a sight! You could probably see more cum than skin.

I collapsed in exhaustion, and she did the same. Finally she regained enough consciousness to start cleaning up her favorite meal, first scraping the pearly globules from her face, dripping it delectably from her fingers into her mouth in long sticky strings, then licking it directly from her tits again. It took her a good fifteen minutes to eat it all, which is one of the happiest fifteen minutes I've ever spent.

After we spent a while just lolling about on the bed, we dressed, and again I loved just watching her reverse-strip. She had called in sick to work; she couldn't transition to a work environment so soon after getting a face-full of cum. She put on some black panties, and a short red skirt that showed her legs off nicely. She didn't bother to put on a bra, and her nipples pressed out eagerly against her tan ribbed halter top. She didn't bother to shower this time, cum in her hair or not.

Leaving her was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I had come there as a hesitant geek, unsure around girls. I was leaving with an all-new lease on life, having not only successfully made it with a girl way out of my league, but having completely dominated her. I got her to fulfill my every fantasy, and she loved every minute. You could say I had found confidence.

We kissed as I went out the door, and didn't say much. We both knew what this experience had been like for both of us, and didn't need to waste words.

I drove on and finished out my trip uneventfully, jerking off at least three times a day whenever I thought about her—in hotels, in restaurant bathrooms, even the side of the road.

I heard from her a few months later. She hadn't ditched her boyfriend yet, but she had taken to double-fucking herself with dildos a few times a week thinking about the dual stuffing she had had at our hands. Needless to say, that image left me with even more to jerk off about.

Of course, jerking off wasn't all I did any more. With my newfound confidence, I went on to be a lot more lucky in love from then on. Shannon did eventually figure back in to my life again, but it wasn't for several years. That's another story worth telling, but I think there are some other women to tell you about first.

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