My pussy

"T-take off the rest of it," Roger tells me. I can't take my eyes off his cock - it's already getting hard again! I submit to his will and take off my skirt, give a brief pose in my soaked panties, then shed them, as well. I spread my lips for him, showing him my pink wetness. His cock begins to drip precum.

"Do you want my pussy?" I ask. The lust in my voice surprises me. What's come over me? I've never acted like this. I've never felt so horny, so much like some common slut. And yet, I see this foot-long piece of man-flesh pointing at my slit, and I submit to the nerd's will.

"Y-yes," he says. He doesn't realize how much control over me he has! I move toward him, but a hand stops me. "B-bend over the bench." His breath is heavy and slightly ragged. He's so nervous, but he knows what he wants. Is he really a virgin?

I bend over for him, my ass spread in front of him and my tits hanging toward the floor. I look over my shoulder as I feel his hands on my backside. Those hands feel warm and smooth, both gentle and controlling at the same time. His fingers run down the length of my ass, and lightly presses against my anus, teasing an entry and making me shudder in anticipation. I hear a light sound on the floor as my juices collect enough to start dripping. His hands continue their explorations, teasing my labia and my clit with only brief, featherlight touches. I moan involuntarily, begging him to put something inside me.

He squeezes my asscheeks one last time before taking a firm grip of my hips. I can feel his massive cockhead at my entrance. I look back with a glaze of lust in my eyes; I want him inside me. Now.

He must sense my desire, or at least shares in it. He starts to press himself into me. My walls stretch to the edge of tearing to accept his size. I moan again, this time a mix of pleasure and pain - and more of the latter than the former. He stops his progress and I look into his eyes to find fear and concern.

"Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me with that huge cock of yours," I tell him. "My pussy can take it."

He smiles, showing bright white teeth. Something in that smile makes me want him more. He presses further, until my own anatomy stops him from going any further. He stops only briefly before he starts to piston against my cervix. I moan again in surprise; I can feel my juices flowing around his hardness and down my legs. I can hear his moans, and I know he's enjoying this as much as I am.

My legs grow weak. I can barely stand for the pleasure he's giving me. For a short while, his hands, surprisingly strong, are the only things keeping me upright.

"I'm gonna cum!" he groans. He's not wearing a condom; I'm not on the pill. Suddenly, I don't care about it. I just want him to cum. I just want to cum. I'm so close to cumming, too, I just moan like a fuck-doll.

His fingers dig into my hips and he pushes his massive pole into me as far as it will go. I feel the hot pulse of his organ and the hotter flood of his climax. My pussy spasms wildly as I orgasm, milking every last drop from his balls.

For a few moments, we stay in that same position, both of us just breathing heavily from our lusty act. He slowly softens and pulls out. I moan softly as I cum again from the sensation. I collapse onto the bench, my ass and sperm-filled pussy pointed toward him still. He gets dressed and starts to leave. Breathlessly, I ask him for his number. He leaves a piece of paper folded over my top before he leaves.

A few moments later, I've composed myself well enough to get dressed again. I smile at the jocks coming into the locker room as I leave it, letting them wonder what just happened in there.

"Julia!" I hear from behind me.