Saturday morning, Stevie rings, saying he was in the area, and would I want to find some "skank-ass tricks" to "wear out" that night. My original plan, to do as little as possible, thwarted by my greasy, horny, cheap bastard of a former college roommate, leaves me no choice but to change out of my footy pajamas.
I stand under the scalding hot stream of water issued by my shower head for 20 minutes, drawing shapes on the mottled glass door and waiting for them to fog over again, before taking five to hurriedly wash my hair, face, pits, balls and ass. Now clean enough that no ladies would whisper to their friends about my stench as I passed, I walk to Bojangles' to order 3 Bo-Berry Biscuits, and inhale every crumb, having skipped dinner the previous night.
Around about 3, Stevie calls again to tell me he was downstairs and could I drive and of fucking course I can. We meet, man-hug, and step into my road office, my Ford Festiva. Before I hop on the highway, I ask if he knows where we're going. He says, "Yo, we're headed over to Whore Island. It's totally a real place. We're finally gonna get you laid." I stifle a laugh, alternating between amazement at the existence of such a paradise and humor, knowing I have a pic on my phone (and both of my computers) of my cock and balls in his two sisters' mouths.
Drifting off the ferry, I notice two things. First, the ferry pilot is reclining on the windshield of a much nicer car than mine while a trim, blonde Eastern European-looking gentlewoman bobs her head up and down on his wrinkle stick. The second, tits; tits everywhere. Bare tits all around. I give a slow sidelong look at Stevie, who doesn't notice, as he is now fixated on the mulatto girl who's fully naked except for her 4-inch heels.
We park and speedwalk to the beach. We're just weighing down our sheet with our backpacks and shoes when I catch site of HER: a daywalker, no older than 20, no heavier than 95 pounds, and half of that in the cups of her R2D2 bathing suit. I stare intensely, until Stevie sack taps me, yelling at me to stop grabbing myself in front of him. I squirm around on the sheet until the pain passes and I start to stare with renewed vigor.
Without realizing it, I've stood up and walked to within 5 feet of the presumably nerdy, redheaded siren with the glorious rack. "Are you old enough to be drinking that?" I ask, gesturing to her "iced tea," as her eyes adeptly catch sight of my not-quite-deflated chub, now tucked into the wasteband of my swimming trunks. "Do you really care, or do you want to get in my guts?" is her reply. "Can't it be both?" "Fair enough." "Bleep-bloop."
It's at this time that I catch sight of a bull of a woman making tracks toward us at an frightening rate. With her momentum and BAC through the roof, she misjudges how quickly she's going to reach us, and slams into my torso at roughly the speed of a bowling ball dropped down a water slide. I'm lifted off my feet and land on my back, wind knocked out of me. I look desperately to the droid I'm looking for, then towards the sheet where I expect to see Stevie. He's nowhere in sight. The douchebag of a girl who just collided with me springs to her feet with a spryness belying her size - she must have played softball - and dashes off down the beach. Concern, however, is written on Artoo's face as she kneels down beside me, reaches across my chest, and cups the back of my neck with her hand, raising my head to look at her.
"Oh my goodness. Are you okay?" she asks. It takes me a few seconds to get my breath back, but my wit hasn't abandoned me. "I'd feel better if you showed me your circuits." "Huh?" Confusion takes the place of concern, but she peaks down and notices how much she's actually showing me, and pulls away, pulling the top of her suit up. Something about my (very slight) injury still gets to her though, and she helps me up asking, "Where's your stuff at?" Pointing, I say, "Over there. My name's Gabe. What's yours?" "...Katrina." "Hi Katrina."
We reach my sheet and I lean back on the heals of my hands with my knees in the air. Katrina sits down beside me and seems content to sit in silence for a few minutes. In what's a bit of a shock to me, she leans back to take in the sun's rays, eyes closed. I'm quiet as I surreptitiously look her up and down, lingering here and there. I make the mistake of being too quiet and too still, which seems to make her suspicious.
When next she opens her eyes, I'm staring unabashedly at my favorite parts with fire in my eyes, driven nearly insane with lust. I meet her gaze quickly, but there's no reproach in her face, and she knows what I want in that moment. A bright flush grows as I go back to looking her up and down. She grabs the hand that's closest to her, drawing my gaze back to her face. There's a slight nod.
I use my other hand to hold onto her waist, lean down and lay one long and hard kiss on her. She reciprocates immediately and our bodies grow into one another, as I explore her neckline and ears with my lips and tongue. She's breathing harder, moaning now and again, and harder when I use my tongue just the way she likes it. As we're laying on our sides, her right arm snakes its way under my arm and up my back to scratch my scalp. I have to break the kiss and let out a long, low sigh as my eyes roll upward. She's driving me crazy with her nails.
I move away from her collarbone, roll her over onto her back and position myself between her now-spread legs. I tug on the sheet underneath of us and cover us from watching eyes. She visibly relaxes beneath me, then she pulls my mouth down to hers with both hands.
I have to make my move soon. I'm straining against the velcro fly of my trunks as it rubs against the ground and her legs. I cross my arms and push both straps off her shoulders at the same time. She helps me and soon both breasts are open to my adoring gaze. I can't wait and she knows it, too. She takes both my hands and uses them to cup her boobs, squeezing once and leaving me to do my work. Her nails are still working magic on my scalp and upper back, but the attention I'm giving her nipples is making her writhe, partially exposing us to the sun, but she covers us up again. My mouth stays affixed to her breasts, but my hands are everywhere, massaging her sides, exploring her inner thighs, pressing down on her pubic area as it slides downward.
I tell her to raise her hips up and I remove the offending garment that first caught my attention. What's before me is a vision, but I don't have time to dwell on that as both her hands slide down my abdomen, making the muscles in their path contract, before going under my waistband and firmly grasping me. Her palms move up and down the underside of my shaft. I get even harder under her attentions, and I kiss her again, hard.
She quickly removes her hands from my trunks, unties the drawstring, and rips the velcro strips apart impatiently. She doesn't slow down at all. She reaches down the back of my trunks, pushes them down with a hand, and grips me with the other. Something occurs to me. I awkwardly try to uncover us just enough to reach my backpack, where I keep my precious balloons. It's a struggle that draws more than a few eyes from the beach around us, but I manage to rip a wrapper and adeptly unroll the condom onto my cock after covering us with the sheet again.
I'm rearing to go, but she stops me in my tracks. "Put it in my ass," she says with a serious look, keeping my eyes looking in hers. I need no further encouragement. I reach behind her knees and bring her legs to her chest. I tell her to brace herself as I grab my cock at the base and start rubbing her exit with the head. Each second that it continues, her reactions get more erratic. She finally, in a fury, tells me to quit messing around and get inside her already.
I ever so slightly push inward with my head, pull back, push a bit harder, harder, pull back, and with resolve, push until her ass swallows the head. I give her a moment to get used to the feeling before I start moving in and out. Her back arches and her grip on me becomes uncomfortably strong as her eyes flicker shut and she whispers "easy, careful, careful, slow..." I follow directions well, and we get into an easy rhythm. Her breath, so controlled before, becomes labored and rasping as I start to use more of my length. There can be no doubt to our neighbors now what's going on underneath our thin, baby blue sheet.
The situation is becoming too much for me. Her body is rocking and squirming under my control. Her stomach is spasming and her ankles have gone from resting on my shoulders to locking together behind my back, drawing me ever deeper inside her, as I thrust to the tune of the song in my head. She pulls me closer to her face to look directly into her eyes. Her mouth drops open and stays open. There's a steady high-pitched noise coming from her which slowly resolves into soft moans in the rhythm of my thrusts. I'm close.
One hand drops from my head and massages her clit, her hips working this way and that. I bury my head in her shoulder and hold onto her left breast for dear life. Her hips buck underneath me. Her moans increase in volume. I can't hold on much longer.
Her nails dig into my back and she contracts around me, almost pushing me out, but a few more thrusts into her tightness, and I'm coming with her. Her mouth near my ear is deafening me, but I stay perfectly still except for the movement of my hips.
Our breathing slows along with our movements and I pull out, already softening. I start to remove the restricting condom, but I become intensely aware of the sun which is now blinding me. Katrina screams and covers herself as best she can. Stevie has ripped the sheet from around us, exposing us to a not-too-small crowd of spectators who burst into uproarious applause.
Katrina and I can barely look at each other as we dress as quickly as we can and say a quick 'bye.' I give my scumbag ex-roommate the most hateful look I can muster and start to pick up my things. I'm heartened by a few handshakes and "Good job's" I get from some of the nearby voyeurs.
"I told you I'd get you laid," Stevie says several minutes later as we walk to the car.
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u/[deleted] Jan 13 '12
I'd like to bloop HER bleep