SOME GOOD FCKIN' STORIES

THE ONE NIGHT STAND

I don't know how I ever let my best buds talk me into going out when I have finals starting tomorrow, but here we are sitting in a booth in a crowded bar. It's not even midnight and Slick is plastered. Jerome isn't too far behind. Ryan and I are nursing our beers. I'm doing it because I don't like the taste of piss. I prefer the hard stuff, but money is a little tight.

One of us had to stay in the booth at all times. You know the saying 'move your feet, lose your seat'? That's how it goes around here. I decided to sit back and watch the guys make fools of themselves. Looking around the crowded bar, I saw quite an exotic looking female. She looked to be of Egyptian heritage. Her toasted brown skin was slipped into a crop top and mini skirt and sneakers to complete the look. The lighting was low but I could see the shine on her lips from what I assume was lip gloss. Her hair descended down her back, stopping about halfway and the rest was pinned up. She turned with a number of glasses between her hands. Looking in my direction, I threw a subtle smirk her way, letting her know she had been noticed.

In the meantime, the guys had crowded their sweaty bodies around me. I made Ryan move so I could get out. I don't care much for places like this, especially on a Friday or Saturday, because I always go home smelling like a sweaty gym sock. Making my way to the head, the line was long. Bored and having to piss, I flipped through my contacts. I knew what I was looking for, but wasn't interested in the ones I had stored. After all, I've fcked them all like ten times over. It's always the same, missionary. What happened to all these freaky girls? They make claims of being nasty and they end up as dull as dishwater.

"Hi." The word was yelled into my ear. I turned to see the Egyptian beauty standing behind me.

"Hi." The line was finally moving so I turned back around.

"I'm Misty." Yep, she's got me fever.

"Andy. Nice to meet you."

"Do you come here often?" That line is outdated and over used.

No point in wasting time. "Are you trying to pick me up?"

"What if I am?"

"One can never be too sure. Words are often misconstrued in a place like this."

"I'm looking for someone to fck me good and hard. Is that better?" Much.

"Are you drunk?" I have standards and morals. Drunk chicks are a no-no for obvious reasons.

"Designated driver." I'm gettin' laid.

"Come on." I dragged her out of line with me.

When we were outside she said, "I can hear myself."

"People will see us. Want to go for a ride? I know a small spot down the road."

"Sure." Dragged her to my truck. The boat ramp parking lot is empty and dark this time of night.

After parking, I sprung out of my truck. "Where are you going?" Misty called out.

"Still got to take a leak and then we can fck in the bed." When I returned from pissing in the lake, she was sitting on the tailgate.

"You've done this before?" She asked.

No point in lying. "A few times. You?"

"Never. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about." I walked over to her and slid her closer to me, causing her skirt to hike up.

"Do you want full service or a quickie?"

"What's full service?"

It starts with a kiss. Though tense, she allowed me to push her mouth open with my tongue. It was a lot of practice to learn how a woman wants to be kissed. Gently, and then you let them get aggressive. Placing my hands at her waist, I slid her closer. She was practically falling off the tailgate. I wedged myself between her legs, opening them for the petting she was about to receive. I slid her top and bra up. She didn't have big t*ts, but I'm an equal-opportunity t*tty inspector. No resistance, no hesitation.

My hands were larger than the oranges on her chest. Since there wasn't enough, I tweaked her n*pples, eliciting moans and groans. Her horniness and pleasure grew simultaneously. I loved how her nips raised up nicely as I played with them. Breaking our kiss, I suckled one like a newborn baby looking for the good stuff. Her head fell back and her chest pushed forward. Switching to the other side, I repeated the suckling. My hand snuck down to cop a feel between her legs.

"Mmm. No panties." I knew the vibration from my words shot down to her c*nt.

"They are on the front seat." She was clean shaven, hot and very wet already. Splitting her outside curtains and using my middle finger, I massaged her button. Already swollen.

"Lay back."

"What? Why?"

"I want to taste you."

I pulled her more toward me and spread her legs wider. She smelt and tasted sweet like candy. I groaned into her. I wanted her to know I was enjoying myself too. Making swirls with my tongue, sucking, and flicking, she raised her hips and bucked a little. It must've felt painfully slow for her as I gently worked my middle finger in and out of her soaked snatch. Going deeper each time. My God, she felt so hot. It reminded me of an industrial oven. My c*ck is going to thoroughly enjoy it.

"Uh. That feels good."

Another finger was added to the mix. My other hand was pinching her n*pples. It made her squirm and raise her hips again. When a chick starts rocking her hips and meeting you thrust for thrust, it's almost time. Three fingers is the max I use when finger-fcking a female. Her movements were more frantic on my fingers now. She was trying, but I don't know if she was nervous. Her body needed this release. She must be overthinking it. I had something that would help. She continued to bounce, so in the moment and not feeling the loss of one of my fingers. Skillfully placing it, as her c*nt sucked in my fingers, her ass followed suit. There was a gasp as it easily slid past my knuckle, but she didn't stop. My face hung in there with her as she went buck wild.

"Sh*t. God, this. Ah. Amaz. I've. Fck. Andy, I'm..... C*MMING." Wooo, she came alright. I licked up and down her slit, my fingers still pumping, kept her going. I looked up to see her playing with her free t*t.

Pleasuring a female gets me going. I've tasted her peach, now she's going to churn me to get my cream. Whipping myself out with my free hand, I gave it a few strokes. A little precum made it's way out and I rubbed it around for some lubrication. Climbing up and over, I was going to show her how good a one-night stand could be. Lifting her legs and placing my hands on the backs of her thighs just above the back of her knees. Her legs now opened wider for me.

The head of my c*ck was drawn to her entrance. A slight brush against her and I could see she was still in the midst of her org*sm. Perfect. I inched into her, her gasps of delight was music to my ears. My girth filled her as her tight insides hugged me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head because I never felt a woman so tight and so soft. Lasting as long as normal was going to be tough as her walls pulsed around my shaft.

"OH, FCK. YES. GOD YES." Good thing no one is around. She can holler to her heart's content. I love that a woman can have multiple orgasms.

All of me hadn't been enveloped by all of her and I was working on getting into a rhythm. God, her p*ssy was hot and wet. I watched as her c*nt devoured my entire length and girth. Time to turn up the heat. Grasping her hips for a better grip, I moved my only hips, thrusting hard, my balls bouncing off her ass. Pulling out all the way and jamming back into her with all I had, brought me closer to the release I desperately wanted. My magic mushroom bumped off of her cervix as scre*med in absolute pleasure.

Her legs were shaking from the proper fcking she was getting, so I laid them over my shoulders. Her walls tightened before each plunge into her abyss, sucking me in, and releasing when I pulled out. Neither of us were going to last much longer, but I wanted her to cream on my c*ck. Leaning over her with my weight on one arm, my free fingers rubbed, tweaked, pulled, and jerked her swollen nub. I felt the build up of fluid, both inside and out. It was the ultimate climax for a female. Squirting all over me was the icing on the cake. I ripped myself from her warm puss just in time as the first spurt almost landed where it wished to be. The rest was left on her muff. Better known as a cream pie. I never said how she would get my cream.

Climbing off, I packed myself away. That's how one-night stands are supposed to go. Fck'em so good they wanna come back for seconds. I keep wet wipes handy for times like this. I am a gentleman. We returned to the bar and my oblivious friends hadn't noticed I disappeared. It worked out perfectly for me. Around three, the knuckleheads staggered to my car to be dropped off at their houses. I did have a wife who was waiting for me at home. She's the only one that I drop loads in on a daily basis.

"Hey baby. Did you have fun?"

"Always? You?"

"I did. I took your advice and approached some random dude. I forgot his name, but he thoroughly fcked my brains out in the back of his truck. What about you? Did you find someone tonight?"

"This beautiful brown-skinned specimen came on to me. Mandy, Maisie, something like that. She said she'd never had a one-night-stand before. I took her to an area that I knew would be dead. Her oven was on fire and its contents spilled over. All of me was covered as I slid into home base. I thought of you as I fcked her brains out. You should be proud of me, it was a night she will never forget."

"I'm sure she won't." My wife purred as I dove into my home.