3 comments/ 37663 views/ 2 favorites Lonely Girls By: landrumje "I still can't believe he stood me up," I exclaimed to my best friend Alisha. "He is the one who asked me out, then never met me at the theatre!" "You never know, maybe he couldn't make it, Jen. And since you don't have a cell phone, he couldn't call you to let you know." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. It still sucks. So, want to come over and keep me company? My parents are going out for dinner and I don't wan to be here alone." "Sure. I'll be over soon." As soon as I hung up, I knew that tonight would be the night that I made love to my best friend of 12 years. My parents weren't coming home until the early morning so I had plenty of time to seduce her. Alisha walked into the house with her overnight bag and we went straight up to my room. We turned on a movie and talked for a little bit. "Hey, I'm going to go change for bed. I'll be right back," I said. "Ok, I'll change while you're gone." Perfect. I grabbed what was normally my nightshirt, but I had a sheer black teddy wrapped inside of it so she wouldn't see. I walked out of the room, and pulled it to meet the frame without actually closing it. I could see Alisha changing in the mirror and as she stripped, I got more and more turned on. Her perfect white skin that had rarely been touched by the sun, her slim waist and flared hips. Her gorgeous breasts, high and firm with pointed pink nipples, begging to be ravished by me. She stripped completely bare and I saw for the first time ever her neatly trimmed bush. She never shaved, but she kept herself well groomed I knew. The sight was almost too much. As she pulled on a pair of loose boxer shorts over her bare ass and a little camisole, I turned and went to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and couldn't help myself. As I pulled off each item of clothing I stroked whatever body part I could reach. My breasts, my tummy, my ass, my thighs. Each touch made me so hot. When I was finally standing nude in the bathroom I ran my hands over my breasts again, pinching and tugging on my nipples. I heard a slight gasp in the hallway and dropped my hands. Was Alisha watching me, the way I had watched her? I walked to the door and peeked out. I saw the door to my bedroom closing behind her and smiled. This was going to be easier than I thought. I hurried and finished dressing, no longer needing to touch myself because I could see the rest of the night in my head. Alisha would do all of the touching I needed. I walked slowly to the bedroom and peeked once again inside. I saw Alisha pinching her own nipples the way I had done my own. One of her hands slowly slid down to her pussy and slipped underneath her boxers. I opened to door, hoping she wouldn't hear it. Her eyes were closed so I didn't have to worry about her seeing me and stopping. She was gasping and writhing in pleasure and I had to touch her. I placed my hand on her bare thigh. "Oh my God! What are you doing?" she asked. "I know you were watching me, and I saw you touching yourself. You were thinking about me weren't you? It's okay. I want you to. Would I be dressed this way if I didn't like you that way?" "I...I'm not sure what I want," she said. Both of us were 18-year-old virgins and had never even really done more than kissed boys. I had never thought of another woman the way I thought about her...constantly. I was pretty sure that she had never done anything with another girl either. "Alisha, can I kiss you?" "I guess so, if you really want to." "I do. If you want me to stop anything, just let me know. I won't do anything you don't want me to." "Wait, I thought you said you just wanted to kiss me?" "Oh Alisha, I've wanted to do more than just kiss you for a very long time. Every time I look at you or think about you, I get so hot and wet. You are gorgeous, I want to kiss every part of you." "Oh. Well, I think you are pretty too, and I think about you too sometimes. But it's wrong, isn't it? To do anything because we are both girls." "It doesn't bother me. All I know is that I want you more than I could even imagine. Now, just relax and if I do something you don't want me to, just tell me to stop." "OK." She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hands flat on the bed, her legs pressed tightly together. "I said relax, I'm not going to hurt you." "I know, I am just nervous." I leaned forward and kissed her. I pressed my lips against hers softly. Testing the waters to see how receptive she was. At first, she was still tightlipped and unresponsive. I lightly licked at her lips and moaned at their softness. She kissed me back and even started to become more aggressive with her mouth. She bit my lower lip and licked it. When I moaned, she did the same thing to my top lip. I shifted my weight so that I was laying next to her and I placed my hand on her breast, on top of her thin camisole. Her nipple tightened even more than it already was. When she pressed her chest further up into my hand, I responded by pinching her nipple and rolling it between my thumb and fingers. I grabbed her breast with my entire hand and massaged it, pulled it, pushed it into her chest. I did anything that I knew I enjoyed when I did it to myself. She sat up and ripped the shirt over her head. She squeezed my hand harder, showing me what she wanted. "Harder," she said. "I like it rough. I like it to hurt a little." Wow, I thought. We are more alike than I knew. "Sit up," I told her. When she did, I hurriedly pulled her cami over her head so that her breasts were bared to me. "I knew you were gorgeous Lish, but these are perfect," I said as I bent down to suckle her nipple. First one, then as I had that one hard as a pebble, I moved to the other one. She moaned as I sucked as much of her boob into my mouth as I could. "More Jen, please. It feels so good." "Have you ever had an orgasm Alisha?" I asked. "Of course. I am 18, just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm a prude," she laughed. "Okay, I just didn't want you to freak out when I make it happen to you tonight." I reached down and tugged her shorts over her smooth hips, stopping every inch to place a kiss on the skin I had just unveiled. The closer I got to her pussy, the stronger her smell became. My mouth started watering, even though I had never touched any other woman there. I had tasted myself occasionally after getting myself off, but this was different. When I finally got her shorts off of her and onto the floor, I slowly started to ease her legs apart. "Wait, Jen. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. Sit back and let me look at you." "Gladly my dear. Your wish is my command." She started just by looking at my moderately large breasts, and licked her lips. "Touch me Lish, please. I need you to." She reached out and softly stroked the skin above my teddy with her fingertips. My nipples hardened immediately. She took that as a good sign because she pulled my straps down off my shoulders and bared my boobies to her eyes. My arms were essentially trapped against my sides, but I wasn't complaining. She leaned over and licked my nipple. I gasped from the contrast of her warm tongue and the cool air. She giggled and proceeded to do the same to my other tit. I groaned form the pleasure of it. She paused, and I thought that she took it the wrong way. But when I opened my eyes, I saw that she was moving around behind me to unbuckle my outfit. As it loosened, I let it fall as far as possible before I had to help it off. "It seems it is stuck Lish. Help me out?" She got on her knees to remove it from my ankles and ran her hands up the insides of my thighs. "Lay back down on the bed, Jen." I did so without a word. When she started to ease my legs open, I only moved as quickly or slowly as her hands did. When I was spread open for her, she stared for a minute at my shaved pussy. "It's beautiful. How does it feel?" "Well, why don't you find out for yourself?" She stroked my outer lips and remarked on it's silkiness. When her finger "accidentally" slid between my lips, I jerked from the suddenness and she gasped from the heat. She withdrew her finger and sat back on the bed. "I think I'm ready for you to play with me now." She situated herself comfortably and I started kissing her again. I wanted her as comfortable and relaxed as possible. If I ever wanted this to happen again, I had to make sure she enjoyed it more than she ever thought possible. I moved my mouth to her breasts and my hand to her center. She spread her legs open and I began to stroke her lips as she had petted mine. But when I spread her lips and dipped a finger in her honey, she knew it was no accident. I brought my finger to her mouth and we both tasted her. I slithered my way down her body until my face was level with her cunt. I could see her clit poking out like a little pea. I gently opened her up and softly stroked my tongue from her perineum to her clit. She gasped as I touched her clit, but pushed her hips up into my face. I squeezed her nipples as I started to eat her with all my heart. She was grinding into me and I loved it. Who needs to breathe when you are surrounded by a woman's juice? I licked erratically. Slow, then fast. Up and down, then side to side. I was being as unpredictable as I could. Apparently it was working. Within minutes I could feel her muscles tighten and her thighs clamp around my head. As the breath exploded from her body with a scream, her juices flowed even more heavily into my awaiting mouth. When she finally relaxed and collapsed on the bed, I moved up and kissed her deeply, with my face covered in her juice. "That was amazing Jen. Thank you. I guess it's my turn now, huh?" "All in good time my dear. We have the whole night ahead of us, and just think, tomorrow is Saturday!" Lonely Girls Ch. 02 "Oh God, Jen. That feels so good. I love when you lick my pussy!" Alisha had finally gotten very comfortable with the idea of their new friendship, and Jen was going to take advantage of every second they had alone. When Alisha had drifted off to sleep, Jen had spent some time gathering her favorite toys so that when they got to play again, there was no time wasted. And when Alisha took too long waking up, Jen decided to help her along with oral and manual stimulation. She licked and finger-fucked her to at least two orgasms before she was fully awake, and Alisha wasn't anywhere near ready to let her stop. Jen pulled her head away from Alisha's cunt and bent over the side of the bed. "Jen, come back. Why'd you stop?" Jen laughed. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I just thought it might be fun to add a few things." She held up a medium sized vibrator and started it buzzing. "Why do you have that? you were doing just fine without it," Alisha said. Jen didn't say anything, but she placed the buzzin tip on Alisha's clit and started sucking on her nipples. She alternated from one to the other, biting one while pinching the other. Then Jen started to lick and bite her way down Alisha's pale skin, leaving red marks at every point. She moved the vibrator into Alisha's pussy and started sucking on her clit. Once Alisha was writhing, on the verge of another orgasm, she replaced the vibrator and licked Alisha's pink asshole. "Oooooohhhhhhhh Gawd. I'm cumming! Fuck yeah!" It pushed her over the edge and she humped Jen's face, unable to control herself. Jen slowed and then stopped the vibrator, allowing Alisha to come down from her high. When she was finally aware of her surroundings again, Alisha said that she had never thoguht she would enjoy that, but wow. Jen laughed, and told her that If she liked that, just wait. She rolled Alisha onto her stomach and was kissing her ass cheeks. She leaned over and grabbed another toy. After a few minutes of nothing new, Alisha looked over her shoulder to see Jen strapping on a huge cock. It looked so silly, big black and rubbery. But it looked like so much fun. "I can't wait to feel this in my pussy," Alisha said. But Jen giggled and told her that it wasn't going into her pussy. "Well, where...Oh. I don't know. Jen, it looks so big!" "Well, that's kind of the point. Don't worry, I won't hurt you Lish." With that, she pulled Alisha hips and ass into the air and started kissing her cheeks again. Then, she started to lick all over Alisha's ass, slowly working her way to her rosebud. Jen lightly licked all over and around her anus before sticking her tongue into it. Alisha was moaning and moving her hips around, trying to force Jen's tongue in deeper. Jen stuck two fingers into Alisha's pussy and found that it was dripping wet. She scooped out some fo her juices and rubbed them all over Alisha's anus. When she started to work one finger into her ass, Alisha moaned. "Do you want me to stop?" Jen asked. "God no, I want more! Please." Alisha was begging. So Jen stuck a second finger in and started to twist and pump her fingers. Alisha's ass was so tight, she could hardly believe it. When it felt like she had gotten used to the two fingers, Jen started to stretch her out a little bit so she could add the third. Alisha groaned and told her to just fuck her withthe dildo already. "I need to feel that big cock stretch my ass. Fuck me as hard as you can," she said. Jen smiled, thinking of how shy Alisha had been just a few hours ago. So, making sure that Alisha's asss was well lubed with her own pussy juice, Jen started to ease teh strap-on into her ass, knowing how painful it could be, even when you were desperate for it. Alisha was having none of that. She rocked back and forth on the dildo and sank it deep into her bowels. She groaned and started fucking herself with it. Jen reached under and started to play with Alisha's cunt and her clit. When Alisha sounded like she was ready to cum, Jen pulled her head back by her hair and pinched her nipples as hard as she thought Alisha could stand. Alisha screamed out in ecstasy and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Jen lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. She started the shower while Alisha recuperated. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand it,then pulled Alisha into the stall with her. Alisha leaned against the door while jen soaped her up. She started to get more excited and decided it was her turn to pleasure Jen. So she took the soap and rubbed it all over Jen's body. When she moved to Jen's pussy, Alisha knelt down in the shower so she could see everythign that she was doing. She rubbed her fingers all over Jen's clit and pussy lips, before moving back to clean her asshole. She rubbed around the little button and felt her finger slip in part way on one pass. When Jen moaned, she went back and stuck her finger in a little bit further. Remembering how good it felt to her, Alisha started to pump her slim finger in and out of Jen's ass. She rinsed off her pussy while still fingering her asshole and started to lick and suck her clit. It didn't take long for Jen to cum, and when she did, they rinsed off and climbed out of the shower together. They walked over to Jen's bedroom again, dripping water all over the floor. When they made it to the bed, Jen laid back and pulled Alisha on top of her. They kissed for a little bit, but soon got tired of it. Alisha looked at Jen with a little gleam in her eye and said "there is somethign I've always wanted to try." Jen told her to go ahead and try it so Alisha kneeled above Jen's head, facing her feet, and lowered her pussy onto Jen's face. Then she bent over and started to lick Jen's pussy while Jen was devouring her cunt and ass. They remained this way for a while, each of them cumming more times than they could count. When they go tso tired they could barely even move their tongues, they decided to take a break for the night. Alisha righted herself and curled up in the bed next to Jen. They slept curled around each other until the next morning. Lonely Girls Day in NYC Once a month my girlfriend, Nancy, and I get have a girl's day in Manhattan. It's been a tradition since we both stopped working in about 10 years ago. We usually take a car in on Sunday morning, so our husbands can watch the kids. Neither husband minds, as we always make sure to pick up some new lingerie to wear for them. On this Sunday, Nancy called me a few minutes before the car was due to pick me up. Her husband, Steve, had come down with something and she would not be able to make it. I offered to post pone, but Nancy told me not to be silly. The room we had booked at The Pierre was both expensive and non refundable, we had a lunch reservation in Soho, and the car was already on the way. As she finished telling me this, the car pulled into our driveway and I found myself heading towards it. Once I was checked in at The Pierre, I began the ritual of getting ready. Nancy and I were always at our most glamorous for these days. Without her there I was able to draw out the process. A bubble bath with a glass of champagne was the perfect start. After bathing and shaving, it was time to get dressed. I had decided earlier to go with all white, as it was the first summer girl's day of the year. I slid into a fine, lace white thong with a matching bra, a very tight white skirt, and an almost sheer silk white blouse. A pair of white heels with red bottoms finished it all off perfectly. After getting my hair and make up just right, I looked in the full, length mirror. At 36, with 2 kids, I still looked like the girl everyone had called a "trophy wife" 15 years before. The tight fitting skirt was shorter than I remembered (it was my first time wearing it), falling about mid thigh. My legs looked great, tanning, the gym and my heels were all working perfectly together. My bra was clearly visible through my blouse, and it felt great. Maybe it was the outfit, maybe it was being alone, but I felt sexy as hell. I even thought maybe I would flirt for some drinks to pass the day. Teasing guys just enough to get myself turned on before going back to the hotel alone. I got into a taxi and headed downtown. Shopping by myself was going quicker than when Nancy was there. Which meant I was buying more. By the time I stopped for lunch I had so many bags I could barely carry them. Figuring I would take a taxi back uptown and take a nap, I let the champagne fly. By the end of lunch I was feeling pretty tipsy. As soon as I stepped out of the restaurant, a classic New York City summertime rainstorm opened up. I struggled with my bags while frantically trying to hail a taxi. Rain was soaking me and all of the cabs were full. There was only one choice and it was not a comfortable one for me. The subway. I hadn't been on it since meeting husband, and wasn't even sure what to do. There was no other option though so I trudged down the steps with my bags. Once I was standing on the crowded platform, I realized everyone was staring at me. Looking down I saw exactly why. My blouse had become completely sheer, too matter worse my nipples had managed to work themselves completely out of my bra. Beyond that, my already tight skirt was now wet and clinging so tightly to me that I make out the pattern of my lace thong underneath. I struggled, not wanting to put my bags down in the dirty subway station, to get my bra resituated. It only made things worse as I popped the top button on my blouse. That's when he approached. He was an older black man, dressed in a flamboyant suit. He asked me if I needed some help. It was a huge relief. I asked him if he could hold my bags while I got myself together. He said of course and stepped in front of me so we were standing face to face. Before I could raise my bags for him to take, he both stepped in and bent down to grab them. His beard rubbed the middle of my half exposed bussom as he did. It caught me off guard, but I figured he was just trying to help. As I tried to fix myself, he didn't move back. Instead he seemed to creep forward. I didn't know what to do. He was so close I was having a hard time fitting my hands in to my shirt to fix the situation. I took a half step back and he took a full step forward, we were now chest to chest. I took another step back, my mind was reeling and I was a little uncoordinated from the Champagne, he took a step forward. There was a lot of commotion as the train arrived. I wanted to run, but he had all my stuff (including my purse). He moved in closer and I could feel his hardness on my leg. I decided to turn and fix myself. Then sweet, talk him into giving the bags back. As I turned, I bumped into one of the benches and started to fall. He reached out, in single move he caught me and swung me around into a corner of the platform. The train had come and gone we were the only 2 left on the platform. He leaned in and told me to be careful of the wall in my white outfit, he didn't want me to get dirty. His right hand was squeezing my ass, his left worked at the next button on my blouse. He broke the button off. He placed the bags from his left hand on the bench, then reached into my shirt. My mind raced... How do I get out of this?! His right hand slipped under my skirt, his left squeezed my nipple. He moved to the center of my butt, slipped his hand under my thong. "Damn girl! You are soaked!" he said. I tried to respond, but as I opened my mouth he stuck his tongue in it. He was right. I was soaked. I tried to fight but my body betrayed me, and my tongue slipped into his mouth. His big hands could both rub my vagina and grope my ass at the same time. It felt amazing. I pressed against him to feel his cock. It seemed to be the size of my thigh. That couldn't be right. I moved my hand to it. It was huge, at least 10", and as thick as my wrist. I wanted it. He moved his hand from my backside to my front. The contrast of his big black hand sliding into my dainty white thong was beautiful. He worked my clit to perfection, while his other hand continued on my nipple. He pulled his head back and watched my face. As soon as I was about to cum, he leaned into kiss me to stifle the noise. I came hard, 4 times in succession. I squeezed his cock with my hand as I did. It flexed. He held me close. "Do you want to continue this at my hotel?" I asked. I could not believe it, but knew I needed his cock in side me. "Why yes I do," He replied. He reached back in and kissed me deeply squeezing my exposed ass as he did. My mind raced as I came back down to earth. What was I doing? Lonely Girls Day in NYC Pt. 02 What was I doing?! I opened my eyes as he kissed and groped me. The platform was full again. People were either staring or looking away in disgust. How do I get out of here? His pinky slipped into my thong as he squeezed my ass, it gently started to circle my anus. It felt so good. My juices were starting again. I opened my eyes, how do I stop this? Just then in typical NY fashion a big construction worker yelled, "Enough already get a friggin' room." It didn't stop him. He slid his hand to my vagina. "Maybe we should save it for the room," I whispered. He shoved his tongue back in my mouth roughly, to keep me quiet. At the same time 3 of his fingers entered my vagina, while his thumb entered my asshole. I was on the verge of a gigantic series of orgasms. Just then the construction worker grabbed his shoulder and pulled him off of me. "Get a room! There are families here. We don't need to watch you and your whore!" he yelled. A pushing and yelling match followed. This gave me a chance to get myself back together. I pulled my skirt down and closed my blouse as best I could. If there was a way out this was it. My mind said run, but feet wouldn't move. He looked me up and down. "Get yo bags!" he barked. I did as I was told and followed him into the subway car. It was packed, but he pushed through. He managed to get his back to the opposite door. I followed closely. As I stepped in face to face with him my heart raced. What was I doing? He sneered at me. Then grabbed my hand and spun me. As my back turned to him I almost fell, but he grabbed my hips to steady me. With a hand on each hip he pulled me towards him. I could feel his huge penis against my butt. He wrapped his right arm around my waist and pushed in hard. My vagina was literally dripping as the train rocked back and forth. His left hand reached up and pinched my nipple. What was going on? I was so turned on I couldn't think straight. I wasn't attracted to him in the least, but somehow I wanted him more than anyone before. I was willing to fuck him right there on the subway as he openly groped me. I no longer could feel humiliation. His left hand stopped pinching my nipple. It moved down to my butt, slowly rubbing from the side to the middle. Then it stopped, having found what it was looking for. Quickly, he pulled the zipper from my skirt down. His hand slid in and probed me. It found my anus and pushed a little, inserting my thong inside me a little. Then he pulled it out and to the side a bit. I wanted him inside me in anyway he could be. Then he pulled his hand out of my skirt and loosened his grip on my waist. There was a moment of confusion and then I felt it. His monster penis was snaking into my skirt. It slithered down my ass crack at a somewhat awkward angle. I tried to shift my weight to get a better angle. He stopped at my anus and tried to get in. I froze. It was huge and I had never had more than a finger in there. This will never work, I thought, as it slithered past. When it slid against my vagina I almost came. What was going on? I was a happily married suburban mom with a strange man's dick against my vagina in the most public of spots. I just could not fight him or myself. Because the harder I tried to fight off my building orgasm, the harder it was coming. Amazingly, no one was paying that much attention to us. A couple of dirty looks here and there, but otherwise just a normal day on an uptown train. Which was good, because I was about to orgasm. I bit my lip and lifted my bags to hide my face. He moved both hands to my nipples and pumped his hips. His head tapped my clit as his penis slid against my vagina. I lost it as quietly as I could. My first orgasm began as I broke into a sweat. Then another one followed it, followed by another. I almost fell but managed but managed to stay up. M vagina was soaked in my juices. Sweat covered the rest of my body. I looked down as I lowered my bags. The outline of is head was clearly visible from the front of my skirt. I felt like I was going to fall again. He pulled out from my skirt, zipped it up, and we were on the move. I thought about escaping. Had I told him where I was staying? This whole day felt like a dream. We weaved through the crowded streets as the sun set. I looked for an out. Before I knew it, we were in the lobby of The Pierre. Walking to the elevator with my breasts sticking out of my open blouse. I caught a look at a mirror. He was ridiculous in his suit. I looked very sexy in a wrecked sort of a way. My skirt was higher than I wanted. My legs looked great thanks to the heels. My open blouse looked incredibly sexy and stopped just before my nipples. I wished I could lose my bra. It would make the look. What was I thinking! A few hours ago I left this hotel looking refined and sexy, now I wanted to expose myself. On top of that, I had spent the afternoon fooling around with an older black man who would not take no for an answer. We arrived at the door to my room. I took a deep breath. He took my key out of his pocket... How'd he get those? He held the door open and I stepped in. As I bent to put my bags down, he was upon me. Before I knew it my skirt was unzipped and buttoned. He slid it down my legs, kneeling as he did. I could feel his breath on my vagina as I stepped out of it. He bit one of my cheeks. He came back up. His hands ran up the back of my legs as he did. Cupping my butt as he reached full standing. I pushed back into him. I could not resist any of this. He pulled at my blouse. The last 2 buttons went flying across the room. He pulled my blouse the rest of the way off and through it on the floor. My bra soon followed. He cupped my breasts. It was gentle and sweet at first, then a little rougher. Soon he was pinching and twisting my nipples. I had never liked this before, but it was making me crazy. Then he stopped, pulling away from me. He grabbed a hanger and hung up his suit jacket. Then removed his shoes, pants, shirt, and socks methodically. Putting each away just right. He was muscular for an older man. His giant cock stuck straight of his boxers. It was even bigger than I had guessed. It was least 12 inches, and quite thick. He walked to the love seat and sat. I followed. As I was figuring whether to sit on him or next to him, he held up his hand. I stopped. He had me stand by the arm of the couch. He ran his black hand up my body. The contrast of his blackness and my whiteness was breathtaking. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head down roughly. I landed with my face in the cushion next to him. His cock stood straight up, rubbing my belly. He held my face down so I couldn't see what was about to happen. He held my hair tightly. Then it happened. He brought his right hand down hard on my bottom. I winced with pain. I had never liked this. His hand came down again, even harder. I tried to get up, but he had me to tight. He did it again and again. Each time I could feel his cock twitch against me. Five swats turned into ten, which turned into twenty quickly. It hurt badly. I went more or less limp, lying across his lap. I hoped this would stop it. The attack just got worse. I lost count of the swats, but it had to be close to a hundred when stopped. He pulled me up so he could stand. Then dropped me again. I felt his rock hard dick press against me when he stood. I still was slumped over the arm of the couch. I was no longer soaking. He tore my thong off of me. I didn't think I could fit him, but I couldn't fight him either. He rubbed his head against me. Gently he worked at finding the right angle. I started to loosen up a bit, but nearly enough to take him. He found the right angle. In one thrust he put his entire length inside me. It hurt more than my first time. I squeezed the cushion with my manicured nails. His thrusts were hard and deep. His cocked filled me like no one ever had. Through the pain I felt something. It was building fast and hard. I had never been a "screamer". When then orgasm hit I went nuts. Screaming, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" He obliged pumping even harder. I screamed louder as the next one hit. His pace quickened. The next one was building. I felt his first spurt of cum deep inside me and I lost it. I was whimpering and screaming. He seemed to cum for minutes. Finally, he pulled out. My body was limp. I looked over to see him wiping his cock with my skirt. I didn't care. He went back behind me. His hand came thundering down on my left cheek. It was much harder than before. After about ten to each side he pulled me up by my hair. "Go clean yo'self," he demanded as pointed to the bathroom. I stumbled to the bathroom in my heels. My vagina was screaming from being stretched. My cheeks stung and were certainly bruised. Now I was going to clean up for another round. What was I doing?