****** Smack That Ass Motel by Jen Carboni ******
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Smack That Ass Motel


When my alarm woke me up for school, I swung my legs to the floor and began
masturbating and thinking about Chris. Chris Stanchek had just transferred from
Longwood High to spend his senior year with his childhood friends. In his two
year absence, he had grown incredibly sexy. Plus, I thought while rubbing
myself and playing with my small tits, his friends are in my painting class so
he'll be sure to visit them this morning.

After a quick shower, I decided I wasn't going to wear anything beneath my
short plaid skirt today. With Chris back in school, I made frequent stops to
the bathroom where I could finger myself freely. I am an attractive girl, but
very shy. Whenever Chris spent time in my class, he talked to his friends about
his sexual conquests at Longwood as if I wasn't there, obviously thinking
pursuing me would be a waste of his time. Still, I dreamt about him every
night, and I would go to any length to make him mine.

Sure enough, Chris was in my painting class talking to Ralph and a few of his
friends. Chris had run track for several years, but a shoulder injury forced
him to retire from competition. Now he had a long pink scar on his left
shoulder that he regularly showed off. Chris still practiced to maintain his
fitness, and he was wearing some jogging clothes because he had gym first
period. I noted that I could see the distinct outline of his big cock through
the sweat pants. One of the guys asked to see his scar, so Chris lifted his
shirt. I saw his great six-pack and muscular chest matted with thick hair.
Chris wasn't especially tall, but he had a dark beard that made him look much
older than everyone else. Combined with his beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous
smile, I knew I would have my work cut out for me trying to gain his attention.

Ralph looked up at Chris, "Hey man, how's your beach club coming along?" The
beach club, I had pieced together from days of eavesdropping, was a new
location for Chris's sexual activities.

"Don't you mean 'Smack That Ass Motel,' Ralph? It's not bad. For an abandoned
building, my boys hooked it up pretty nice. I'll be looking to christen it with
the next girl who catches my eye."

"What have you done to make it so good?" Ralph was encouraging Chris, hoping to
get an invitation to bring his girlfriend there. "You said your boys hooked it
up."

"They got up on the ladders and painted and stuff like that. I help out by
bringing the little biddies in. 'If you build it, they will cum.'" Chris
grinned and made an off-handed gesture toward his crotch, which I was staring
at intensely.

"What do I hafta do to bring Caitlyn there with me?" Ralph brought his concerns
out in the open now.

"After I get laid again you can use it whenever you want. Caitlyn has a sister,
right? Bring her too. Give her a V.I.P. pass to Smack That Ass."

At this time, Chris's eyes wandered to a girl walking by in the hall. She was
wearing tight black pants. Chris simulated smacking an ass and said, "I'd bend
it over. Actually, she might be the first girl I bring to the Motel."

I panicked when I heard this. I took a hard gulp and knew that I might lose my
chance at getting with Chris. Instinctively, I got out of my chair and walked
past Chris to the trash can. On my way back, when I knew he could see me, I
crouched down as if I was picking something off the floor.. Almost in a sitting
position, I gave Chris a good long view. He flashed his teeth and said
something to his friends. As I stood he walked up to me.

"Hey Jen, how would you like to go out with me tomorrow?"

I could feel my knees shaking and heard myself say, "Sure, Chris, I'd love to."

He smiled again. "Great. You live on Lake Shore Drive, right? I'll pick you up
early so we'll have plenty of time to hang out." He leaned close to me and
kissed me on the lips. I was excited but wasn't exactly sure what I had gotten
myself into.

I spent most of my Saturday morning in the bathroom. I wanted to make sure that
everything was perfect. I was trying to accept that today I would give up my
virginity, and that Chris Stanchek was the best possible person to lose it
with. Every girl loved Chris, and he was idolized at his old school. Not only
that, but I would be the first girl he ever had in his beach bordello. I looked
in the mirror again and frowned at my flat chest. I had tried to appear more
sexy by wearing more revealing clothes, but I didn't have as much to show off
as some girls, I thought. I was fairly thin, and although I didn't play sports,
my ass was firm. My shoulder-length hair was light brown. I hope Chris likes
how I look, I started to worry. These thoughts were then interrupted by my
little brother banging on the door.

Chris was outside next to his sleek red Camaro. I tried to gather all my poise
and pretended the driveway was my catwalk. Chris took me by the hips and gave
me a long kiss. I pulled myself against his lean body and ran my fingers over
his short hair. I turned around and saw my brother making faces from the
doorway. "Where did you want to go with me, Chris?" I asked him innocently.

Chris opened the car door for me, "It's a surprise."

After driving for about ten minutes, we pulled off the road where a large gate
blocked a small side street. Chris got out of the car and drew a key from his
pocket. When the gate swung open, Chris got back in the car and drove slowly
through the gate, and then got out again and relocked the gate behind us.

Just around the corner was an old parking lot. I looked to the side and saw a
two-story building with a lake close by. As we got out of the car, Chris became
my tour guide, holding my hand as he excitedly showed me around his beach club.
I reached down and picked up some of the white sand that surrounded us. Chris
pointed over my shoulder to something standing near the lake. "Those are my
gazeboes of love," he said, "When the weather gets warmer, we can put them to
use." Hearing that he was already making plans for us in the future, I
impatiently made a move toward his crotch with my hand. He stopped me and told
me it was about time for me to see the inside of the Motel.

The first thing I noticed when I crossed the threshold was a sign that read
"Smack That Ass Motel." Chris and his boys had spared no expense in repairing
the burnt down clubhouse. The floors were carpeted and the once-charred walls
had been painted. A condom dispenser was tastefully attached to one of these
walls. Light fixtures were arranged so that the Motel could stay open into the
night, but locks on the doors kept those who weren't invited away. "The condom
dispenser is great," Chris said proudly, "When I replaced William as Ruckus
King with my idea for the Motel, he had to contribute something to be able to
enjoy its services."

Now it was Chris who was getting impatient, and he said I still needed to see
the best part. He led me down a small ladder to the Motel's basement. Inside
the dimly lit room were over half a dozen air mattresses, fully inflated. Chris
had outdone himself with this project, and I was ready to give myself to him
completely. Taking Chris in my arms, I pressed my face against his and could
feel his tongue enter my mouth. As we kissed, his hands started to remove my
shirt. We broke away from each other's lips long enough for my shirt to pass
over my head, and our tongues met again. I could feel my bra falling to the
floor and felt his large hands working up my hips to my chest. Cupping my
breasts, he kissed my neck and shoulders. I placed my hand over his and offered
my nipple to his waiting mouth. At first he kissed it and then sucked on it
gently, kneading my breasts in a rhythmic motion all the while. After several
minutes of this, he began to lower me onto one of the mattresses.

When I was flat on my back, I looked up at him expectantly. He took off his own
shirt, revealing the hairy chest and six-pack that I had grown so fond of in
painting class. He reached down to me and unfastened my jeans. I lifted my ass
from the bed so he could slide them off of me without any difficulty. The next
article of clothing to join the growing pile on the floor was my silk
underwear. Chris got his fingertips beneath the elastic waistband and pulled
them off. Dropping to his knees, Chris spread my legs like this was a routine
for him. His bearded face tickled my freshly shaven slit. Playing with my outer
lips and murmuring softly, Chris writhed around until he was in a comfortable
position to continue. I had the feeling he would be at it for a while.

Spreading my lips with his fingers, Chris's tongue flicked inside me again and
again. I lay with my eyes fixed on the ceiling while I listened to him kissing
and sucking and slurping me as he caressed my inner thighs. Increasing his
frequency, Chris's tongue made quicker and harder strokes. I had never imagined
such pleasure before, and I took his head in my hands. My legs straightened and
my body rocked; Chris lapped my juices as they flowed from me. Chris took his
head away and climbed onto the mattress so we were beside each other. "That
felt so good, Chris. Why'd you stop?" Of course, I knew the answer. Chris was
becoming bored and wanted to fuck me with his big dick.

Chris shook his baggy jeans off and squirmed out of his boxers. What I saw next
dwarfed even my wildest dreams of what I pictured Chris's cock to look like.
Over nine inches long, it loomed over my stomach while Chris lowered himself on
top of me. I shivered with anticipation. I could feel his hard dick pressing
against me and gradually entered inside. I breathed heavily with each long and
deliberate push. Still, I wasn't able to take his entire length, and Chris
whispered something before taking my ass with his hands and thrusting into my
pussy. It hurt like hell; I was certain I was bleeding. I clenched Chris's
shoulder with my teeth, trying to hold back my tears.

After several minutes of forceful pushing, we began to work in unison. I
relaxed and wrapped my legs around Chris's back and he held me by my hips,
orchestrating our every movement. I looked down and could see my small tits
shaking back and forth and could feel Chris's balls slapping my ass. We weren't
saying much to each other, I was deliriously mixing more pain and pleasure
together than ever before and Chris was concentrating on living up to the high
expectations he sets for himself every time he has sex. I wasn't sure how much
time had passed, but soon I felt a powerful orgasm forming inside me. My toes
curled and my teeth dug deeply into Chris's shoulder.. Chris grunted and made
one final thrust before emptying the contents of his fat cock all over the
inside of my pussy. Burst after burst of warm cum filled me and cascaded onto
the sticky air mattress. I cried his name loudly and realized that why he had
chosen the basement for the ideal place to have sex-the acoustics were great.
His name echoed around us for seconds after he pulled out of me. Sore, but
happy, I held my lover tightly. His pink shoulder scar had left a faint
impression on my right shoulder. Kissing him passionately, I gasped, "I bet I'm
the best you've ever had, right?"

A smile emerged from Chris's sweat-coated beard. "Of course you are, Jen." He
kissed me back, and we laid together for what felt like hours before I worked
up the courage to ask him for more. Not knowing Chris was working on the town
record for having the most sex in a day, he granted my request many times over.
We moved from our blood and cum-saturated mattress to a clean one. The small
windows above us remained fogged that entire afternoon. When I lifted my
exhausted body from the floor late that night, I thanked Chris by kissing him
and giving his dick a gentle squeeze. "I'd love to come here again," I hinted.
Chris said that I was welcome to come back to the Smack That Ass Motel any time
I wanted, and my friends were welcome too.

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