by Angela Ward
“On your knees,” said Peter gruffly, and he guided me, his large hands warm on my skin, to kneel facing the sofa, bent down so that my ass was up in the air. My breasts and forearms were pressed against the coarse fabric, and I gave a sigh as I felt him move behind me, resting his cock against the crease between my buttocks.
He ran the head of his penis down to my labia and then up again, teasing, promising, until I was shivering with anticipation again. I relaxed against the sofa, expecting at any moment to feel his cock in my pussy again, actually impatient for it.
I shouted when he finally did push in, high and wordless, because instead of fucking my wet, waiting pussy, he thrust his cock into my ass.
My ass had never been fucked before. At the most, what one of my boyfriends had done was run a finger over the clenched ring of muscle while he fucked my pussy, and that had been enough of a sensation for me. And now there was Peter, forcing his dick past my sphincter, forceful and demanding like he’d been all throughout our fuck.
It occurred to me, dimly and from far away, that I should tell him that some things were off limits, some things needed preparation and lubricant and fucking consent before they were done, but all that came out of me was a sort of choked sob that could have been taken as anything. It felt like he’d gotten the head inside my anus, and it hurt, it burned, and I could feel my muscles squeezing on his cock, trying to get it out.
Apparently it was exactly what he wanted. He groaned throatily, and went on pushing in. “Jesus Christ, that’s good!” he moaned, through clenched teeth.
His hands went to my sides, slid under me to squeeze my breasts as he fucked me from behind. He went slowly at first. I don’t think he had much of a choice, my virgin ass must have been tight as hell. He soon began to pick up speed. Somewhere between the thrusts that had my body digging into the sofa, things shifted in my perception, and I was still crying out, but for a very different reason.
Having a cock moving inside my ass was strange, of course it was, but, God help me, it started to feel good. Even the pain of my stretched sphincter became part of it, sharpening the feeling of it, and highlighting the exact moment when his cock hit my G-spot from a completely unprecedented direction.
Another orgasm was building up inside of me, sooner than I thought possible. I started to move to take more of him in, grinding down on his cock, and he laughed.
“I thought you’d like that,” he said. “You want more, huh?”
“Ye – yes,” I gasped. “Please, Peter – yes, fuck yes – more!”
It didn’t take long for me to reach my third climax, and it was the best of them yet. My head went back, and my back arched, and it went on for so long that I couldn’t tell if it was one, extended orgasm, or if I’d come multiple times in quick, overlapping succession. Between the cresting waves of it, I was aware of Peter coming too, covering my body with his and spilling his load into my ass with a hoarse shout.
Out of ten, I thought as he pulled out of me, that was an eleven. Definitely a fucking eleven, never mind that I’d be sitting on packets of frozen peas for a week.
Peter pulled his cock from my ass, and the sudden rush of cold air on my bottom made me draw a sharp breath. Still trembling, I heaved myself up onto the sofa, watched him use his shirt to clean himself off. I could feel his cum inside my ass, and it wasn’t unpleasant. I rather liked it, actually, even when it trickled out and down the inside of my thigh.
I smiled at him, slow and lazy, leaning back against the throw pillows and careless of the mess. I figured that I owed Beth one, never mind that Peter and I had gotten off on the wrong foot. “So are you free tomorrow night?”
“No,” he said simply, tossing his soiled shirt aside and settling beside me on the sofa. He put an arm around me, though and pulled me close so that I could hear the heavy thump of his heart in his chest. “But how’s Saturday for you?”
Bent Over at the Country Club: A Public Sex Short
by Geena Flix
All rights reserved copyright 2013 by Polaris Erotica
Previously published by Erotic Nights Press
Cover Image by Lex Thorne
I’d worked in the bookstore with him all semester long, watching him stock shelves, his muscles rippling under the polo shirt he wore with the school’s mascot on one shoulder. I’d also watched jealousy as he interacted with other girls, many of whom he apparently knew, and saw the charming smile and the dimples and the sparkle in his hazel eyes. I would invent tasks that would take me by him fifty times a day, but it didn’t seem to help. I guessed I understood. I mean, he was a senior frat boy about to graduate and head out into the world and I was just a lowly freshman. Why should he bother to look in my direction when he had enough female attention to keep him occupied well into the next five years?
It wasn’t until a few days before the semester was due to end that Grady spoke to me more than to say that he needed me to clean something up or to help stock a shelf. I was busy with doing the last minute cleaning of my appointed area before the store would close and I’d be free to go. Then, he was suddenly in front of me and I almost dropped a bottle of cleaner, I was so startled. “Hey, Hollie, what’s up?”
“Um, nothing much, just, uh, cleaning up, getting ready to head back to the dorm.” I stared at him and he smiled, making me feel like a deer caught in the headlights.
Listen, I don’t want you to think that I was some kind of wallflower with coke-bottle glasses and a plaid skirt that I wore with librarian shoes. No, I was attractive and I knew it. In high school, I had been a cheerleader and had dated a few guys from the football team. I had a nice body and I knew how to use it. I was fairly tall and athletic, having played tennis all through high school. I had beautiful blond hair that fell in waves down my back and had, on a few occasions, been used as tether as some boy rode me hard, so it was a mystery to me why I was such a nervous wreck around Grady.
Right then, though, Grady moved in and suddenly kissed me and I felt the world spin like in some cheesy romance. When he finally pulled back, he smiled at me as he held me in his arms. “I’ve been watching you all semester, Hollie, and I have to say, you’re something special. Look, I’m having a graduation party at the country club this weekend and I wanted to invite you. Do you think you could make it?”
I stared up at him and felt the heat of the blush that had started the moment he had walked up growing warmer. I nodded. “Oh wow, uh, of course, that would be great.”
He smiled and gave me another kiss and then let me go. He handed me the invitation with the directions and the time and then, walked away to finish his work, leaving me to stare after him feeling my heart beating hard in my chest.
***
On the day of the party, I must have changed a thousand times. I finally decided on a simple white dress since it would really just serve as a cover-up for my bikini, a cute little dark blue and silver thing that barely covered my full breasts and sweet little ass. I twirled in the mirror and felt that the outline of it under the white dress made me very hot indeed. I smiled and grabbed my gift off my bed and left.
The club was about an hour away and during the drive I went back and forth, feeling confident that Grady would jump at the chance to be with me and then, thinking that I would just be in the background like normal. When I finally arrived, my lovely little twenty year old Toyota was driven off by the valet and I was directed outside to the pool area by the man at the door who inspected my invite before letting me in. And then, I was outside in the sun, in the crowd, and I saw him.
He was sitting on the edge of the pool surrounded by the usual beautiful girls and a friend was sitting by his side, laughing. His blond hair was golden in the sun and his powerfully muscled torso rippled with every shift of his body. I watched him talking without hearing the words but still hearing his voice in my head. Suddenly, he looked up and spotted me and smiled as I stood, giving him a little wave.
I fully expected him to nod and go back to his friends, but
he jumped up and ran around the pool to me, leaving his friends to continue without him. Then, he was at my side, hugging me. I drank in the feel of his muscled arms around me and then, he let me go and stepped back. “I’m so glad you made it, Hollie.”
I held up the little wrapped gift. “A little, um, congratulations gift.” I handed it to him, feeling lame and very inadequate.
He took it and then, held me again. Then, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “That was very thoughtful of you, but I was hoping for something a little more special, Hollie.” His hand reached up and squeezed my breast through my dress then, and I shivered as the thrill of his touch went through me and I knew right then that I wanted him, fully and completely.
Sensing my willingness, he took me by the hand and tugged me toward a changing cabana that was made to look like some grass hut straight off a tropical beach. I smiled nervously as he pulled me around to the side to a wicker bench that was set against the side of the hut. I could still see the pool and everyone milling around it and I fully expected for Grady to duck inside the hut and pull me after him but, instead, he just stood by the bench and dropping the gift onto it, he turned back to me and lifted my dress up and off, leaving me in my bikini. He looked at me from head to toe then before leaning in and kissing me deeply, his hands trailing over my body as his tongue pushed between my lips and then in to explore.
He pulled back then, and moving to the bench, he sat down and pulled me with him, sitting me on his lap and kissing me again. I felt his hand on my breast now, squeezing and massaging one and then the other, causing my nipples to harden under the thin material. I sighed and then, I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me gently down to my knees between his legs.
It felt a little strange to do it out in the open the way we were but, he sat on the wicker bench and I knelt in front of him while he unzipped his pants. When his cock came free, I gasped because it was far bigger than I thought it would be, and far bigger than any I had been with before. I opened my mouth and I began to lick the tip. I ran my lips and tongue up and down the shaft not taking him inside of me but letting my tongue move all around him while he groaned. As I moved, I brought my hand up to his balls and cupped them gently.
Finally, I licked my way up to the top, opened wide, and pushed down on him. I couldn't get all the way down on my first go. I sucked my way back up, flicked the tip, and began running my tongue up and down again. He moaned and rubbed my shoulders as I pretended his dick was some kind of a popsicle I had to keep licking before all of it dripped away. I moved back up to the tip, opened wide again, and this time got about three quarters of the way down. I kept my face there even though the head of his cock was pushing against the opening of my throat. The pressure made me gag a little bit, but I kept pushing myself down until my throat finally gave way to his cock and I got the head inside. He groaned, and I pulled back up, and after gasping a little, I went through the popsicle lick process one more time.
I wanted to get those balls up against my chin and really show Grady what I could do, so I repeated the steps and opened wide to plunge down. I felt the same resistance and forced the head into my throat again. This time, I kept forcing myself until I got the last inch and a half to two inches all the way inside of me. He groaned and breathed out, "Oh my god Hollie, that's so incredible," and even though I was uncomfortable as hell and my throat was spasming, gagging, and choking; I felt wonderful. It was an absolute rush of pleasure and pride filling me because I had turned him on the way I did. I wondered if any woman had forced his huge cock all the way into her throat before.
I kept myself down as long as I could stand it, then I sucked my way up. When I got to the tip, I kept my mouth on him, sucking and flicking my tongue around while keeping my eyes right on him. He moaned as I did, and it seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. They were on my shoulders and then my arms, on the back of my head and then holding onto the bench. Finally, Grady said, "Fuck, Hollie! You're so damn good.” He pushed me back. “I've gotta have you." He stood me up and then reached down to pull my bikini bottoms off of me. It was strange because I’d already had my mouth on his cock, but I only got self-conscious about doing all of this in public when my ass and pussy were exposed.
He lifted off the bikini top, adding to the strange nervous thrill that wasn’t quite fear of discovery but was close enough to be the same thing. Then he turned me around so that I was bent over the bench. He didn’t waste any time but simply thrust into me. It was shocking and wonderful to suddenly feel him inside of me and I realized how turned on I was when he slid so easily into my pussy. I was dripping wet! He moved slowly at first, holding onto my hips and sliding in and out in a torturously slow way while I moaned and moved against him. Finally, his grip on me tightened and he began to move much quicker and harder.
I couldn't believe how big he felt inside of me, how he stretched my pussy lips wide. The whole bench was shaking underneath me and I was afraid the legs were going to break off and we’d both tumble onto the grass. Grady didn’t seem to worry about it at all. He just kept fucking hard, holding me tightly while I cried out. As I bounced forward with his thrusts, my breasts banged against the back of the bench. It sent more thrilling sensations through me as my nipples hit the wicker. He moved faster and faster, moaning hard. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, on the verge of a terrific orgasm. I could feel my toes curling up and I gripped the back of the bench so tightly that it almost hurt as stray broken strings of wicker pressed into my palms and my fingertips.
He moved faster and faster and I moaned uncontrollably. It was so damned good, and when I turned my head back and saw him, his face was a picture of lust. For my part, I was struck by the sexy sight of his muscles, especially seeing them ripple as he held me while he moved. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt and how beautiful he looked. He didn’t slow down at all, and if anything, he sped up. I could feel his thighs slapping against my ass cheeks as his cock filled me over and over again. I moaned uncontrollably saying, "God! Yes, fuck me Grady! Oh God! Oh that’s good! I love your big dick!" I said a whole lot more as well, and it’s funny how something sounds sexy in the middle of a fuck but stupid when you think about it later. I’m not even sure how many things I said when I was bent over the bench, but a steady stream of fuck-me phrases came out.
What I did know for sure was that his prick inside of me was astounding, and it filled me so much as I gripped that bench and felt him slapping against me. He kept up the pace for eight to ten minutes before it was too much for me. I passed the point of no return and cried out wildly, "Oh my God, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!" Then, it happened. The orgasm was so powerful that I was momentarily breathless and paralyzed. I couldn’t say anything; I couldn’t do anything. All I managed was to hold on tightly to the bench as I tried desperately to breathe. The pleasure coursed over me.
My pussy felt like it was the entirety of my body, like every part of me became my clit. The power of the orgasm energized all of me like a drug, and still he continued to fuck me. He went just as fast and just as hard, stretching my pussy lips and pounding over my sweet spot again and again. It was so incredible after three or four minutes, my orgasm didn’t even begin to subside. Eventually it was so much that I started begging him to stop. "I can't take anymore; I can't take anymore! Please Grady, please." He still kept it up. But he backed away finally when my moans and my cries got pitiful enough.
The sudden emptiness was terrible but the relief from the overstimulation was wonderful. I moaned softly and brought my hands down to the bench cushion instead of the top and let my orgasm soften a bit to a beautiful warmth and pulsing joy instead of the crashing and constant pressure. I turned around, wincing as a spasm of pleasure hit me when I sat down to face Grady. I wasn't sure what he wanted do next but when I saw him stroking his cock and looking at me in awe, I realized how good it had to be for a man to have a woman begging him to stop because he was too damned good. I loved
to see that same lust in his eyes from earlier, and I suddenly wanted his cum.
I slid off the bench until I was sitting on my heels on the grass and his cock was right in front of my face. I grabbed his ass, and I just attacked that lovely dick. I opened my mouth wide and forced myself all the way to the base, ignoring the way it made me gag and choke. I held his ass and kept myself right on him, bobbing over and over and over while he was deep inside. He groaned while I gagged. I couldn't believe it but I was still cumming. It was softer now, not so overpowering, but with each gag, the spasms in my pussy ramped up, so the blowjob was actually keeping me going.
I sucked harder and moaned around his cock. Finally, I felt him swell inside of my mouth. He grew to an impossible size and then began to come, his load filling my mouth and coating my tongue. I gulped it down as I continued to suck him, gradually slowing until I wasn't moving anymore but just held him deep inside my mouth and throat. It was funny because I had my nose against his pubic hair, his balls around my chin, and my lips wrapped around the very bottom of his shaft, but I wasn’t gagging at all. The taste of his semen still filled my mouth, and the sensations in my pussy were still strong.
Finally, I felt his hands on my shoulders and he pulled out, leaving me gasping. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up beside him on the bench. I was shocked when a few girls suddenly appeared around the corner and walked past us, and I was sure they must have seen everything that had just happened. Suddenly, I felt so foolish and I began struggling to get my dress back on while sliding my feet back into my sandals, but Grady’s hands on my waist stopped me and I let my arms fall down, leaving my dress bunched around my middle. He pulled me down and sat me on his lap. “Don’t worry about what anyone might have seen or what they think. I wanted you and they can just screw off.”