Messy Finishes... 18 Story Bundle of You Know What!

by Miley Milque

  Did he really not get any satisfaction from that night--any pleasure at all? The silence is making me uncomfortable.

  "Work good?" I try, but he only gives a slow nod. He is unrelenting, maintaining total concentration on the traffic ahead. The silence is killing me now, I want this awkwardness between us to end.

  "You could pull over and fuck me right now, if you wanted," I say finally. Blake has to catch the wheel to keep the car from swerving, his reaction to my words had caused him to jolt. When we're on a straight course again, I tell him that, "We could fuck in the back seat.

  There's enough room for you to get my legs up. Or you could fuck me doggy... however you want, Mr. Thompson.” Blake's eyes have gone wide, but still his focus remains on the car in front of him--I'm impressed.

  "Melissa, I..." he starts to say. "I think you need help." What is he saying? Is he really trying to play this off like I'm some kind of psycho nympho?

  "Why can't you just admit that you liked what I did for you that night... that you loved it when I was sucking your cock? I just want to show you my appreciation for everything you've done for me and--"

  "You're a beautiful girl, Melissa" he stops me, "and I care about you a lot. But it just isn't right..." His grip on the steering wheel is making his knuckles go white. He looks exhausted, worn out like he does after a long week at work.

  I know I could make him feel better, if he would just let me.

  "Come on Mr. Thompson, play with me some more!" I say in a pouty tone. I place a hand gingerly on the crotch of his jeans and stroke his bulge with pink manicured nails. I can feel him getting hard.

  At last, he breaks his gaze upon the road and glances over at me biting my lower lip at one side. I move my head down slowly, over the parking break and under the steering wheel. Blake slams on the brakes.

  This was it, he was going to ravage my whole body and make me his little whore. We're pulled over along a curb in the residential area where our house is.

  "Enough," he says in a definite tone. He lifts my head up gently, then reaches for the automatic car lock on his side. The car doors click. "Get out, Melissa. Now!" I just can't understand it.

  We could have such amazing sex together, but now he just wants me out. Maybe out of his life, even. I open the door and step out, saying nothing. The house is a few blocks from here, but I'm certainly not used to walking.

  None of my other boyfriends would dare to do this to me.

  He pulls away from the curb before I've completely shut the door, before I can even tell him, "My purse, god dammit!"

  ******

  I made it home an hour or so later, but Blake's car wasn't in the driveway when I got there. I was still pretty upset at him for leaving me like that. I decide to do a little sunbathing out by the pool while there was still some light left.

  A quick dip in the pool might cool me down. I get into my red bikini with the side-tie and lie out atop one of the lounge chairs in our backyard.

  I just lie there for a long time, thinking about everything that was going on with me and Blake. I had to wonder if maybe he really didn't want me.

  Am I just not sexy enough for him? I imagine him creaming inside me while we're fucking doggy style.

  I think about what his warm spunk dripping out my vagina would feel like, what it must taste like. I begin to drift off slowly without realizing, and then I'm asleep, still dreaming about Blake.

  "Hey, you left this in my car." I hear Blake saying, and I'm awake again. He is standing in front of me, blocking the sunlight and holding my purse with the silver studs out in from of him.

  He's got his shirt off and he's in his tacky Hawaiian bathing suit. His silhouette is like an expertly carved sculpture, the rim lighting around his features making his muscles look so defined.

  "I thought I would join you for a minute," he says, placing the purse down on brick tile next to me. "I haven't had the time for a nice sunbathe in awhile now."

  And it was true, his skin was beginning to look slightly pale.

  I'm glad he was finally speaking to me again, but I am still pretty miffed about what he did. Hey lays out on the adjacent chair, arms folded behind his head. I keep my face turned away to let him know I'm still pissed off.

  "Sorry for leaving you back there." I continue ignoring him. "It was never my intent to hurt you." There is sincerity in his apology, but also a tone of regret.

  Maybe he was wishing he had fucked me in the SUV after all.

  I turn over on my side so I'm facing him. "I've always tried my best to be a responsible friend and a good neighbor..." The sun is falling behind the wooden fence of our backyard. Its shadow is creeping toward us.

  "You don't have anything to be sorry for," I say. "You deserve to be treated right. Better than Mom treats you." I rotate my hips so they are flat against the chair. I spread my legs apart. "You deserve someone better," I say softly.

  The hand I was resting at my belly button travels along the surface of my skin slowly, until its fingers tips are underneath my bikini bottom. "You deserve... this," I say, licking at the corner of my upper lip.

  I can see an erection growing beneath Blake's swim trunks. I must be turning him on. The fingers under my bikini start fingering my clit, and I'm making myself wet.

  I let out a soft moan as my hips begin to gyrate on their own. Ours eyes connect and I can sense the burning desire behind them. I can feel the rising tension, his conflicting emotions returning.

  "Mom won't be home for awhile. Come over and here and fuck my brains out, Mr Thompson. Please?" And then he's up. Blake is stepping toward me--his legs are shaking and he moves with a certain reluctance. But soon he is standing over me, blocking out the sunset once again.

  "Take me, Blake!"

  And then he does.

  He grabs me by the ankles with passionate force and pulls me to the edge. The white painted metal rim of the chair is cold on my butt.

  Blake lifts my legs up to his shoulders and grabs at the bikini ties on my waist. He tosses my bikini bottoms over his head into the pool, revealing my trimmed pubic hair. Blake brings his head down, pushing my knees to my chest with his shoulders.

  Then his head travels down between my thighs. The flat of his tongue licks my pubes until they're soaking wet, and some of the spit is dripping down to my clitoris. I am getting so wet for him. He slides his tongue down and laps around my clit.

  "Yes!" I scream. This is the moment I had been waiting on almost a year now. Blake was finally giving in to the irresistible temptation. At last, his is making me his little whore.

  His tongue goes wild between the lips of my pussy. The tip of it enters me and I feel him licking around the inside. He is loving the taste of me. I grab hold of the back of his dark brown hair and push him in deeper.

  The sensation is electric--my back arches and my pelvis thrusts hard against his mouth. Then his lips are sucking on my clit and it sends a shiver down my spine. He lifts his head up to look up at me from between my legs.

  "Your pussy... it tastes amazing." He was giving in completely now. The stress of work, making payments on the mortgage, my bitch of a mother--none of it mattered in this moment.

  A hand reaches to lift the top of my bikini just above my tits, and his tongue traces along the path from vagina to nipple. He circles around it with the tip, then takes the breast whole in his mouth and sucks it hard.

  He collects my wrists with one hand and holds them above me. The arm he is pinning me with is tense and flexed in front of me. I snatch his bulging tricep in my mouth and suck.

  His other hand is stimulating my clit some more as eyes roll to the back of my head. My pussy is quivering--I am ready for him.

  "Now fuck me in my pussy like you've wanted to since I turned nineteen. It's okay, Mr. Thompson. I want you to." He releases the grip on my wrists and his mouth from my breast then stands up beside the chair.

  In his eagerness to fuck me, he foregos the Velcro strip at the waist of his trunks and rips them of
f with forceful tugging. His rock hard cock throbs as precum drizzles from the head down the shaft.

  Blake gets to my front and lifts my legs from behind the knees. He holds them so they're together at my face and now my tight, wet slit is in the air. He tastes me one more time with a long, slow slick.

  Then I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit, and I can't take it anymore. I need him inside me. I reach to grab him by the calves and pull him in close.

  Blake moans in ecstasy when his cock slips inside me. The grip on my legs tightens as he pushes himself in deeper. His cock feels enormous inside me, even larger than when I had him whole in my mouth that night on the couch.

  I can't help but scream when Blake finally bottoms out at my cervix. The intense pain quickly subsides as I am overcome by the immense pleasure of him filling me whole. His balls slam against my asshole and I beg for him to fuck me harder.

  "That's right, fuck my tight little cunt until you squirt inside me. Get me pregnant, Mr. Thompson!" Blake changes his grip so that he's squeezing my ass cheeks fiercely with both hands.

  The movement of his pelvis transitions quickly from slow gyrations to vigorous thrusting. The sun has gone down completely now. The sweat of Blake's chest glows blue in the artificial light coming from the pool.

  I keep my legs together and clench my pussy tight, moving my hips in sync with every thrust. Blake is grunting like an animal and I can feel him hitting my G-spot--I'm getting ready to cum.

  Mom was going to be home soon. She was going to wonder why no one was in the house and eventually wander out here to find us.

  And then she would see the truth about me and Blake. Mom's notion of them being friendly fuck buddies for life would crumble at the sight of him impregnating me.

  Blake uses the grip on my ass to flip me on my stomach so he can fuck me doggy style. I'm bent over with my ass up high, holding some of my weight with my elbows, and Blake enters me while he's standing.

  My whole body lurches forward with every push of his cock brushing against my cervix. I moan loud and notice a light turn on from inside the house. But Blake doesn't seem to give any pause, and continues drilling me with increasing intensity.

  "Melissa, I think I'm going to..." The moment is coming. A heat is rising from deep within me and I feel myself getting lightheaded. My body trembles as waves of ecstasy spread through every nerve.

  My mind is flooded in euphoria as my girl juices gush on to Blake's throbbing cock.

  I let out one final moan before my torso goes limp onto the chair. Everything is dark, but I think I might have heard the sound of the pool gate opening.

  "Cum for me, Mr. Thompson! Cum inside my tight little pussy!" And then he does. Blake grabs hold of my hips and pulls them in as close and as deep as his dick will go.

  Blake's hot, thick spunk shoots deep into my vagina. His entire body is shaking against my ass as if he were convulsing from electric shock. A bit of semen dribbles out from my hole and falls to the ground.

  And then Blake is still--petrified even.

  Blake is still balls deep inside me when I see my mother standing at the pool entrance, looking absolutely mortified. Blake is still cumming and clutching on to my hips.

  He is bent over with his head resting on my spine and facing away from the pool gate. My plan had worked perfectly.

  Now mother could see that Blake and I were always meant to be together, that only I could give him what he really wanted. Mother turns away without uttering a word and walks back into the house.

  In his orgasmic stupor, Blake never notices her there in the dark. I flash a devilish smile.

  "Next time you fuck me I'll let you cum in my ass, Mr. Thompson!"

  TOO TIGHT

  Mr. White always has all the good food. The stuff Mom never buys. I guess that's why I'm over at Mr. White's house more than my own. I can't stand being around my mother.

  She is always teasing me about my weight, and it really hurts sometimes. She thinks she's just being funny when she pokes my belly fat, going, "My daughter is getting so chubby!" Then she laughs like it's all a big joke.

  The truth is I am really self-conscious about my weight. I'm not obese or anything like that, but it hurts to be made fun of like that. My mom is probably the reason I go over to Mr. White's to binge eat all the time.

  Maybe I should see a therapist about that.

  Anytime I ask her to buy the foods I like, she tells me, "Not with my money. Get a job if you want to buy junk food!" But that skinny bitch doesn't know how hard it can be for a big girl like me to land a job.

  People look at you differently in in interviews, always staring with those judgmental eyes. Trying to find a job in retail when you're overweight is a nightmare.

  But Mr. White doesn't seem to care. He is really the nicest person on Earth. He used to be overweight himself, so he really understands what I'm going through. But one day he somehow managed turn his life around. He got fit in just under a year--totally ripped, actually.

  Then he scored a hot wife and moved to the suburbs next door. Ever since then, I've been making every excuse possible to be around him.

  I saw some of his old pictures when he was overweight like me. It's incredible how much he has changed. The guy is a total hunk now. He's always telling me that I shouldn't care what people think of me.

  "No matter what they say, you're gorgeous to me," he told me once. Then he nudged me, saying, "Hell, if I wasn't married..." then he just laughed without finishing the sentence.

  Did he really mean it? In truth, I would give anything to be his wife. Being over there all the time, I sometimes pretend to be. That bitch is hardly ever at home anyway. Usually it's just me and Mr. White, sitting together on his couch watching television.

  And honestly, those are my happiest moments. Just sitting there next to him, gorging on junk food and watching our show of mutual interest.

  I like to fantasize that we're a happily married couple.

  More than that, I fantasize about Mr. White impregnating me. The truth is, I want to be more than just his wife. I want to have a child with him. Then I can move out of Mom's house and eat whatever the hell I want without her nagging me all the time. I'm nineteen already for Christ’s sake!

  If I got myself knocked up by Mr. White, I could finally escape the clutches of my stupid mother always telling me what to do--that I need to get a job, to lose weight. It never ends. That bitch will never understand. Mr. White and I could be so happy together.

  And I know he wants a piece of this ass. Mr. White is always flirting with me when his wife isn't around. Just harmless stuff really, but it lets me know he would totally fuck me given the chance.

  All I would have to do is give him a little bit of encouragement--let him know that this pussy is wet and ready for him any time. I may still be a virgin, but I'm confident I know how to make it worth his while.

  He even caught me masturbating on that couch once. I was feeling super depressed after an argument with my mother, so I was sobbing into a bowl of ice cream with a bag of potato chips on my lap when the urge struck me.

  I saw handsome Mr. White smiling next to his wife in a framed photograph of his wedding, looking all dressed up, and I just couldn't help myself.

  I imagined I was her, what we would do together the night of our honeymoon. I slipped two fingers down my pants and felt the soggy spot around my clit. I let my eyelids drop, fingering myself a little while thinking about all the naughty things I wished Mr. White would do to me.

  I bit down on my lower lip and moaned softly, gyrating my hips while rubbing my two fingers in a circular motion. I thought about him entering me, filling me up with his enormous cock, wondering what it must feel like.

  I spread my labia with two fingers then brought them up to my mouth, rubbing the sticky wetness over my soft lips. Then I sucked on my fingertips and licked the juices clean, moaning at the sweetness of it.

  I sat up to slip my blouse off in one quick motion, then remove
d my pants and sprawled out on Mr. White's couch.

  I brought one hand down to my breast and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the nipple and began sucking, flicking my tongue around my nipple. My breath was becoming heavy.

  The bag of chips fell and spread out on the carpet floor. The ice cream bowl tipped over on its side, dripping the melted cream onto the beige fabric of the couch. But I didn't care.

  It felt too good to care.

  I spread my legs out wide with a hand down my panties, dipping two fingers knuckle deep into my pussy. I whimpered at the thought of Mr. White's throbbing dick inside me, spreading my tight walls apart.

  I curled my fingers to stimulate my G-spot, rocking my hips on the soft couch cushions. My tongue darted to the corner of my mouth and slid across my upper lip. I stared intently at the photograph, holding my focus on Mr. White's eyes.