Take your mother home, then try to sort things out.

You drove her downtown as a favour, so regardless of your flurry of thoughts it was only right for you to drive her back. The drive back was pretty quiet. By that you mean you were quiet, your mother was busy gushing about Morgan Shenbaum. There was plenty of fluff to what your mother was saying, so you didn’t need to pay much attention to get the meat of it. She was valedictorian two years in a row, going on third from the sounds of things, head of several clubs,semi-decent at a couple sports, and seemingly had a fetish for being busy since she did plenty of non-school related activities.

In no time at all you were back at the family home, cutting your mother’s ramblings short.

“Oh, we’re back already, well thanks sweetie, this was a fun day.” Your mother, thankfully, stopped gushing about how great some random girl you literally just met was, and started getting out of the car.

“Yeah, I thought so too….” You smiled back, certainly for different reasons.

For some reason your mother was absolutely beaming.

“Uh, hey, you mind if I come in?” You stopped your mother from closing the door, “I didn’t get to eat yet, and I was maybe thinking of having a chat with Dana if she’s home.”

Your mother practically squealed when she agreed, waving frantically at you to follow. She was a woman in her mid forties, yet looked like she was in her late twenties, and she had a bounce in her step, just short of skipping like someone in their early teens.

If you had a clearer head, you’d have assumed something was up, but you had bigger issues right now than what got your mother so hyped.

As soon as you stepped in the front door you were swept up with a wave of nostalgia, you’d been in the entry way just this morning, a simpler time where strangers didn’t blow you and your mother surely would’ve had some choice words if they did. You visited often enough though that it never really felt like a foreign place.

After taking off your shoes, your mother ushered you into the kitchen, where as luck would have it Dana was sitting at the table, slowly making her way through a bowl of cereal. Her straight, shoulder length platinum blonde locks a frizzy mess, and she was still wearing fuzzy pink pajamas, with barnyard animals spotting it every inches or so, like something you’d see a child wearing.

“Aw, you should’ve told me you were bringing something back. I wouldn’t have eaten anything!” Dana pouted.

“Hand’s off, it’s mine. Maybe if you actually took mom shopping you’d have gotten something.”

At the same time you were both pretty sure she wouldn’t have been able to finish it anyways. Dana had a small body and an appetite to match. Somehow a bowl of cereal actually managed to tide her over for most of a day.

Part of your snark came from how you were a little jealous that she was just getting up at one-thirty in the afternoon, it was a weekend so to be frank, if your mom hadn’t asked you to take her shopping you’d probably still be sleeping right now.

Dana stuck her tongue out at you for a moment before going back to her cereal, completely unperturbed.

“Oh Dana! John has something he want’s to ask you!”

You and your sister both were caught off guard by this, and exchanged a look of mutual curiosity.

“Uh… yeah” You took your seat and opened your styrofoam tray.

You took a bite of your food to try and buy time to figure out how you were going to broach the subject, when your mother spoke up again,

“We went to a diner downtown and met Morgan Shenbaum, you know, that girl from half your classes.”

“Ugh, more than half.” Your sister rolled her eyes.

“Is she, always so… loud?” You were hesitant, mostly because your mom was still in the room, just watching.

“Ah-yup.” Dana’s eye’s went wide and she nodded energetically.

“And so... bubbly?” You gave your mother another sidelong glance but she seemed rooted.

“Oh god, there’s being an overachiever, then there’s being Morgan. Most people trying to show off their goody two shoes might feed the homeless, but Morgan would give them a sponge bath a back rub and tailor them a new wardrobe by hand if she thought it would look good on a college resume.”

Since it seemed your mother wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, you just went for it,

“Does she put out?”

“John Doe! That’s highly inappropriate!”

“Hah! Keep dreaming! She’s out of your league!” To your sister’s credit she ignored your mother completely, “She actually does stuff with her free time --”

“Unlike you?” You quickly cut her off, pinching the sleeve of her pajamas.

Dana roughly yanked her arm away and scowled,

“I’m founder of my school's men, and women's gymnastics teams.” Your sister pouted.

“And I’m in college.” You fired back with a smirk.

Truly, on paper your sister’s achievement sounded much more impressive, than just applying and being accepted somewhere, especially since she was even the unofficial advisor for both teams. The truth was though, the boy’s team had some serious turnover and really only existed as a separate team because most of them only joined to ogle your sister and the other bendy girls in leotards and were being nothing but a nuisance in co-ed practices. Hell from what you’ve seen and been told through Dana’s venting was that there were only two or three halfway decent members, the rest only joined to try and hit on Dana.

Whether Dana knew what you were thinking or not, she didn’t push the issue.

“Besides, from what I’ve seen of her parents if they knew she even looked at a boy ‘inappropriately’” Dana rolled her eye’s nearly into the back of her head, and dropped her spoon to make aggressive air quotes, “no one would ever see her again.”

Well that answered a lot of questions you had, but raised even more that you were pretty sure your sister couldn’t help with, so you shrugged then silently started making your way through your cold meal.

After a minute of looking between you and your sister frantically, your mother finally shuffled out of the room, looking defeated.

You spent another couple hours bumming around the house, offering help where you were needed while you tried to think of what you were going to do next. There wasn’t much to do around the house though, besides which Dana didn’t look to be getting ready to go anywhere, so you quickly called it a day and headed back to your dorm across town giving her a chance to do something.

As soon as you entered your dorm you dropped your pants and shuffled off to your room. It was a habit you developed ever since your roommate got kicked out. It was a dry campus so when your roommate was caught with beer cans covering his room he was immediately kicked out of on campus housing. And thanks to his weak constitution and poor decision making skills he had pissed in every corner of the room, and spilled more beer than you ever drank making it uninhabitable by a replacement and even granting you a discount on your rent by the school. You basically got an entire flat to yourself for a steal, since the school was taking it’s sweet time getting cleaners in.

It wasn’t even five yet, but you decided to head to bed, the events of the day exhausting. Maybe if you slept on it you’d be able to sort out things when you woke up.

That was the plan anyways, but even though you fell asleep shockingly easily, it was a restless sleep. You were tossing and turning, until you woke up in a cold sweat.

When you woke up you couldn’t remember what you had been dreaming about, but you found you had a raging, painful erection.

Maybe that was the problem?

You quickly went to the washroom, forgoing using porn, the memory of the earlier afternoon would suit you just fine.

You managed to rub one out in record time, which was truly impressive, considering you used to be sixteen at one point in your life. After cumming like you’d hadn’t relieved yourself for a couple weeks the pain had subsided, but you didn’t feel the usual afterglow of your typical orgasm. Honestly, if you had to say, you’d almost felt like you were even hornier than before.

In frustration, you stomped back to your room. You barely had time to flop onto your bed before you felt your loins stirring once again. You did everything you could think of to fight it, you flexed your thighs, you tried to think about anything but sex, you even tried to think of the old lady from the thrift shop. None of it did more than delay the inevitable. Ten minutes later you were at full mast. You just tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away by itself, but the longer you ignored it the more it started to hurt. By an hour it was starting to feel like when you’ve jerked a few too many times in a single day. At this rate it’d be throbbing like earlier in another hour, maybe hour-and-a-half. You planned on jerking it again, but then you remembered the earlier afternoon.

As soon as you considered actually plowing someone you were certain that would help. If you’re horny and can’t get off yourself, get someone else to do it. Made sense, right?

You sat up, threw on your shirt and looked for your pants.

Oh right, by the door.

You quickly grabbed your wallet off the tiny desk you had beside your bed and got your pants by the door, then practically ran to your car and peeled out of the student parking lot.

In the back of your mind you were pretty sure you hadn’t taken your wallet out of your pants earlier, but that didn’t matter right now, you were horny as all hell.

As you drove around you spotted an all night diner just a block away from campus.

That would work! It was a diner like before, so maybe the waitresses would act the same?

Just as you were about to pull in you managed to rein yourself in and kept going down the street.

What if they didn’t act the same? Could you just ask for a blowjob? And if you did what then? What if they didn’t even share the same nonchalance as the other diner? They were only a block away from your school, plenty of students visited there, you were bound to get recognized and the rumors would spread.

You drove further into town, spotting a few twenty-four seven fast food places, but you had managed to scare yourself away from those places too. In the end you wound up driving an hour out of town to a much smaller one nearby. You were significantly more comfortable out this way, especially since it was about ten at night by this time so there would hopefully be less people to recognize you even awake, let alone nearby. Though perhaps comfortable wasn’t the best words since your penis was starting to throb worse than any headache or hangover you’ve ever had and you could barely keep your mind on anything other than slamming into a warm wet hole and coating the insides with your seed.

Eventually you spotted a neon sign down a quiet city street, point down a stairwell. There was a glowing, frothy tankard on the sign and that’s all you needed to know. You were **** to park nearly a full block away since there was only street parking and it was packed, but that didn’t matter.

As soon as you pulled the emergency brake and got your keys out you ran back to the neon sign as fast as your legs could carry you. You flew down the stairs and pushed open the door.

You were immediately overwhelmed by a rush of body heat, B.O and enough fermented yeast to make you a little light headed with just a whiff. The place was nuts to butts with drunks of every shape and size. Everything from ‘sad hobo’ drunk, to ‘sexy business woman letting her hair down and relaxing’ drunk.

The place looked like a giant open basement, no chair’s, just tall standing tables and a bar up against one wall. You noticed standard bar entertainment, a pool table, a couple dart boards, some T.V’s although they seemed to be playing whatever those nearest wanted to watch rather than sports exclusively, and against the largest wall there was a couple projectors aimed at it showing some video games were being played. All thing’s considered, if it wasn’t for your raging (almost literally) hard-on, you’d have been pretty taken with your lucky find. This place looked pretty chill.

“Wait right there kiddo!” A youngish looked woman with copper hair pulled into a ponytail, arms loaded with drinks commanded you, confidently strutting past you, towards a nearby table.

You couldn’t help but drink her in. She was short, easily head and shoulders below you, Dana’s size, but far more filled out. She had a bit of fluff that suggested she knew the menu of this place inside and out, but she carried it well. Most of her weight ended in her thighs and rear, with the rest being split between the rest of her. Her arms weren’t overly flabby either, which you took note of when you were drawn to her sleeve tattoo, some sort of watery scene, with something green coiling through it.

“Alright, now could I see some I.D?” The woman was now in front of you.

From up close you noticed that she had shaved one side of her head, leaving behind a copper fuzz. You were also able to tell that it was a dragon on her arm, bursting through some sort of body of water, it’s head was drawn just above her breasts. You couldn’t tell whether her low cut black tank top was an effort to show off her full tattoo or get extra tips with her asset’s, probably both, but you were drawn in either way.

“Hey!” The woman snapped her fingers in your face several times, “It’s a two drink minimum to stare, now I.D!”

“You’ve got a nice tattoo.” You stumbled out, going red in the face.

She gave a wry grimace that suggested this was far from the first time she’s heard that from someone staring down her shirt. You tried to ignore her and fumbled for you wallet and flipped it open, showing your student I.D. Painfully aware of the aching tent in your pants.

“Government issued love.” The woman’s smile was gone.

“R-right.” You fished out your driver's license and showed it to the woman.

She ended up scrutinizing it for a painfully long time, or maybe it was just your aching meat that made it feel that way. Your eagle eye view of her chest wasn’t helping things either.

“Well, alright, this seems legit, anything I can get you?” The woman thrust the card back into your chest, nearly making you drop it.

You were so horny by this point you didn’t even attempt to sugar coat it,

“You.” You smiled awkwardly.

“How about you buy something first big boy.” The woman had lost all hint of congeniality now.

Did that mean it didn’t work? Or was she she just making a suggestion?

You quickly scanned the menu before finding some cheap --relatively anyways -- brew and pointed it out. You made sure to order two. You got a slight smile from her as she walked off. You wanted to appreciate her thick rear and her involuntary sway, but you couldn’t. Every fibre of your being was starting to scream at you to just rip her clothes apart and plow her the second she got back. The pain in your crotch was getting nearly unbearable, but it was nothing to how horny you were. You didn’t think lust could hurt, but your mind was focusing into a horny laser where the only thing you could think of was sex and it felt like your stomach would boil over if you didn’t get your dick wet soon.

While you were busy trying to fight through the pain, your waitress had returned, two bottles in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. She quickly popped both caps then shoved the beers at you.

“There you go, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m needed behind the bar.” Without waiting she turned on her heel.

“Wait!” You called out before you even realized.

With a visible sigh the woman turned around, and looking completely unimpressed, asked you what you wanted.

You were starting to seriously consider that whatever the fuck happened in the afternoon wasn’t happening here and you’d just have to try rubbing one out again, but you came this far,

“You said two drinks would let me stare.”

The woman scowled at you, crossing her arms over her cleavage and giving you a look that screamed you were starting to push your luck.

You were starting to wither, pain in your loins be damned, you weren’t going to get thrown into a holding cell over it for sexual harassment.

At least that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

“He’s got you there Kari!” A loud, sweaty, beer stained drunk from a table right next to yours laughed.

He would’ve looked like santa on his day off, what with the sleek bald head, and bushy white beard and jolly gut, but the copious beer stains on his wife beater and crazy look in his eye wasn’t very child friendly.

“Stuff it Kurtz” Kari barked, shouting to be heard over the bustle of the packed place.

Her booming voice elicited some ‘oohs’ from the nearby tables, like a bunch of middle schoolers when a kid was called to the office over the P.A.

All the same, Kari lowered her arms from her chest and grumbled,

“That what you want?”

She was still staring daggers, but she didn’t seem otherwise hostile. You decided to press your advantage,

“I think I’d like the view better without the shirt.” At this point you were fighting with everything you had to not whip it out right then and there, but you had to be sure it would work like before.

“I’m sure you would.” Kari’s scowl deepened, and she was about to cross her arms over her chest again, but seemed to think better of it.

From less than two feet away Kurtz cupped his mouth and belted a rumbling,

“Boooooo!”

“I said fuck a donkey, Kurtz!” Kari roared right back.

“She got you good man!” Someone laughed.

You didn’t know who though because right before your eyes Kari was grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head. Without the plain black tank top, you noticed she had another giant tattoo on her side opposite her sleeve tattoo, this one was a collage of plenty of different thing’s, you couldn’t take it all in, mostly because they stopped short of her tits which were far more entertaining, you just knew there was a lot of fire and greenery to the body art.

“I suppose you’ll want the bra next?” Kari snorted like a bull ready to charge, even as she was reaching around behind her to unhook herself.

“Yeah, because every man wants a girl to take off her shirt so he can admire her underwear.” Kurtz started to laugh uproariously, his sizable gut jiggling.

You thought for sure Kari was going to go off on him again, but it seemed once her frustration hit it’s peak she was reverting back to good humor. She was smiling ruefully again, her scowl softening.

“This get you going?” Kari rolled her eyes and juggled her melons.

They were pretty sizable, although you believe she had been wearing ‘performance enhancing equipment.’ You were in admiration of incredibly contrasted tan lines though. It looked like she favored a bikini that would’ve been conservative if she wasn’t so meaty. Not to say it was slutty, but it looked like it could’ve used a bit more fabric. Over all she was a pale redhead, but her ghostly white flesh in the shape of a bikini top showed just how much paler she could get. It also made her large pink areolas all the more eye catching.

In lieu of a proper response you started to unzip and grunted,

“Blowjob.”

Kari dropped her tits instantly their weight becoming incredible apparent as they less bounced and more seemed to try fruitlessly to drag her down with them. She then started to wag her finger at you, scowling deeply,

“I said two beers was good for a look, you’re gonna have to buy a lot more than that --”

“Booooo!” Kurtz belted into Kari’s face once again.

“Kurtz, I swear --” Kari looked ready to slug him.

“Blow him! Blow him! Blow him!” Kurtz started to chant, beating his table with his fist.

Kari took a step towards Kurtz, but a second later his tablemates joined the chant which seemed to catch her off guard. A moment later, someone else joined in from another nearby table, then another, and another, and like a wildfire in moments the entire bar of thoroughly sauced drunks was chanting in harmony,

“Blow him! Blow him! Blow him!”

Kari had gone from fuming to deflated. She hung her head and rolled her eyes up to look at you,

“I guess you’re getting a deal this time.” Kari mumble and bent over bringing her face within inches of your fly.

You hadn’t thought to wear underwear so as soon as you unzipped entirely, the beast was unleashed, striking Kari on the nose as it bobbed up and down.

You were half a second away from grabbing her hair and thrusting in, the only thing that stopped you now was what happened next.

“I guess someone is ready to go already.” Kari grinned up at you then without missing a beat took you into her warm, wet mouth.

It was like dipping into a hot bath after spending the last ten hours at the gym. Your pain started to ebb and even your lust started to clear enough to think straight again. Enough to notice that the entire bar was now caught up in an ear splitting cacophony of cheers and laughter. People were starting to toast and pat each other on the back.

Amidst the clamor, you attempted to speak your mind,

“You’ve got a hell of a body.”

The only sign that Kari heard was when she rolled her eyes the way only a woman with generous proportions waiting tables in a bar filled with drunks could. She probably heard similar so much that she couldn’t take it as a compliment.

Kari had gone slow and messy at first, drooling all over your meat, slowly taking your entire length into her throat like a pro. She held you in her throat for a few seconds before pulling back for a breath, then she angled your cock upwards and started to go to town. She pumped half your dick with her hand and worked the rest of you with her mouth like a pornstar. She was an absolute machine, pistoning her hand and head in perfect synch.

You couldn’t stand up to her, and in mere minutes you started to unload into her mouth. Kari took it like a champ, not startled in the least, though she did stop bobbing once she felt the first load. She seemed fully prepared to take your load, but you had other plans. As soon as the first load struck, you grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back.

Kari yelped, spitting the load you landed in her mouth out, dribbling it down her chin and onto the floor, but quickly recovered, sticking her tongue out and letting you paint her face.

Despite cumming twice today, once mere hours earlier even, ‘paint’ was an apt description. You coated her forehead, plastered an eye shut, and got one of her cheeks with a couple ropes. Once you stopped spraying her, Kari leaned in and milked the last few drops onto her tongue, eliciting another round of cheers.

It was like you had a full body orgasm. Your entire body felt lighter, like you’d just had a full body massage. You felt refreshed, calm, like you could finally think clearly for the first time in years. It was as if your head had been in a vice and you hadn’t even noticed until you’d been set free.

“Holy shit, you got him off in no time, how about giving me a turn!” Kurtz roared, his belly bouncing as he chuckled.

“How about I call in your tab right now!” Kari stared him down with her one free eye.

“I just realized, I don’t even like blowjobs.” Kurtz turned around and took a deep draw from his mug.

“Well, alright then.” Kari dusted her hands and looked at you, “I guess you’ve got what you wanted so I’ll be getting back to work.”

She wasn’t nearly as cheerful as when you first stepped into the bar, but she seemed less disgusted by you, despite being coated with your seed.

Only problem being….

“Look again sweetheart.” Kurtz had turned back around and playfully slapped Kari’s bare shoulder as she reached down to grab her clothes and pointed down at your crotch.

You were slightly embarrassed at the man casually gesturing to your dick, but he had a point. Your point was still at full mast.

A murmur went through the drunken crowd and eventually someone in the back slurred loudly,

“Woo! Round two!”

And like that, a new chant was started

Kari’s eye went wide and her mouth went slack for a moment,

“Alright kid, I’m kind of impressed now. You want another blow job? Or something else?”

She didn’t seem to even consider the possibility that you wouldn’t want to go again. Further proof how experienced she was.

You were starting to get caught up in the crowd yourself, and in a new burst of confidence stared her down and commanded,

“Take off your pants and bend over.” As you spoke you started to undo your belt as fast as you could.

“Yes sir!” Kari saluted with a smile, a somewhat humorous gesture considering she hadn’t wiped off a drop of her facial yet, but something about her smile suggested she knew how she looked.

You were pretty sure she didn’t hate your guts anymore. It also seemed like she was getting caught up in the crowds cheers as well, because as soon as she kicked off her panties, leaving on only a pair of beat up looking blue loafers, she did a little pirotte, making sure to stop facing away, then grabbed her ankles.

Her thighs were beautifully thick the shape of a conservative piece of underwear imprinted on her flesh. The leg holes of which were angled up sharply which suggested her ass attempted to devour her pants more times than she was willing to fish them out.

Without hesitating you sunk your fingers into her thick butt meat and slowly worked your way into her fold. She seemed to be getting turned on by the events, but the copious amount of spit she and coated your shaft with was still a lucky break for her. You had enough of her saliva coating you to start going wild from the get go.

You started pistoning in and out with fervor, which was quickly bringing some natural lubrication out of Kari. You grew flush with excitement doing a curvy waitress in front of a packed bar amidst cheers and appreciative comments.

Looking down you could see the back of Kari’s head, her ponytail sweeping the floor as she fought to keep balance every time you thrust into her. You were immediately overcome with the urge to get rough with her.

Summoning up strength you didn’t know you had, you pulled out, an act that drew a pall over your audience, and a surprised flick of Kari’s head. You then bent over and got a look at her confusion even as she had her hands wrapped around her ankles. Then you reached between her legs, just behind and above her knees, knit your hands together behind her neck and heaved upwards.

Kari let out a high pitched curse in surprise and started flailing for something to grab onto. Her struggles weren’t helping you so you had to take a few hesitant steps to keep your balance. Perhaps realizing she was doing more harm than good, Kari switched tactics and awkwardly reached one hand behind her and started pawing at you, in what might’ve been a weak show of resistance, all while she let out a long string of curses, which were quickly swept away by the roar from the crowd.

You wasted no time pistoning in and out of the girl like your entire life had been leading up to this one moment. Her loose fitting, casual shoes slowly being shaken off her feet as you bounced her up and down in time with your thrusts.

Despite your best efforts your strength was quickly starting to flag. Not to be rude, but the simple facts were Kari was overweight, and you were under strong. No matter how well she carried it she was probably a hundred and thirty or forty pounds. You were surprised you held her up for as long as you did.

You started walking back to the table you had claimed as your own.

“The beer!” A frantic shout cut through the crowd.

Suddenly, Kurtz bounced and jiggled past you faster than you would’ve ever imagined he could move, and scooped up the two bottles you had left behind. The crowd roared in laughter at his act. All the same, he was just in time for you to roughly slam Kari onto the standing table, scooting it ahead a few inches with a shrill screech and sending her shoes clattering to the ground.

“I’ll take my reward now.” Kurtz whispered to you, chugging one of your beers and holding on to the other as he went back to his table.

You and Kari were both red in the face and panting, but you still had life in you. Kari was lying on top of the table but was starting to push backwards towards the floor. You got her just as she was about you regain her footing again, hooking an arm under one of her legs you lifted it back onto the table then slammed back into her. You had her pinned, her toes just barely brushing against the floor below as she flailed her legs trying to get some footing every time you pressed against her and shook the table.

She was starting to pant hard now, then you her her grunt between breaths,

“Grab my hair!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. With your free hand you sunk your fingers into her silky hair around the hairband she had her ponytail bundled up with and pulled her head back.

“Yessssss!” She gurgled, her head **** towards the ceiling by your rough yank.

So she liked it rough? Well that was fine by you.

You let her hair go for a moment, getting a gasp from her that seemed tinged with disappointment, but you quickly unhooked your arm from her leg, wrapped your now free fist around her neatly bundled hair and yanked her back again. Kari didn’t even attempt to take her leg off the table this time, in fact she didn’t even seem to be entirely there, she was starry eyed and biting her lip, looking entirely like she was focused on something only she could see.

Then you cracked your free hand across one of her pale, jiggly cheeks. Kari was immediately brought back to earth with a shriek, accompanied by a whoop from several different people.

“Harder!” Kari commanded once the buzz settled back down a little.

You were all too happy to comply. You struck her hard, over and over. Her cheek quickly turning red. The crowd which before had been a cacophony of drunken shouts, cheers and buzzing conversation had quickly unified into a tally.

Every slap you made caused Kari’s cunt to tense around you for a moment, drawing you ever closer to climax. Once the crowd reached a unified thirteen, half of Kari’s ass was a deep crimson, already showing some signs of slight bruising, and her pussy clamped down on you. She started hissing, spittle raining back down on her as you kept her head yanked back,

“Ffffffffffffuug.” Kari’s slurred explanative deflated as fast as it came on, her body deflating just as fast.

You were in the home stretch now. You didn’t even pull out before flipping her over. Kari weakly held herself up, her head thrown back, tears streaming down her cum caked face which was frozen in a look of ecstasy as she gurgled out some weak laughter.

You looked to your side and saw Kurtz leaning against his table and watching you with a grin on his face, one of your beers still untouched beside him.

“Could you, pour that over her.” You panted, pointing towards the beer then Kari’s chest.

“I suppose there’s worse fates for a good beer.” Kurtz grumbled after thinking for a moment and walking over to you and upending the drink over Kari’s chest.

As Kurtz poured you started to suckle and lap up whatever you could from Kari’s chest. Just as you felt her place a weak hand onto the back of your head you buried your face in between her sweaty, beer soaked bosom and your cock deep in her snatch and started to unload, and just like in some shitty fake internet story, the crowd broke into applause.

Your orgasm was almost as amazing as before, it wasn’t quite as freeing as when you covered her face, but your body tingled with every jet you shot deep inside your partner, and your exhaustion from your current session was starting to ebb. By the last spurt you were barely even panting anymore. Still beat, but you felt ready to stand and walk which was more than could be said to Kari. The copper haired waitress kept herself propped up on the table with weak wobbly arms, a stream of cum leaking out of her and onto the floor, an amount that should not have been, considering how much was coating her face from your earlier session.

“Well…” Kari gulped in air, “...that was fun.” She smiled at you, cracking some of the cum that had dried around the edge of her cheek, her other cheek with a drying trail of tears running down it.

You smirked back as you put on your pants and the crowd started to disperse. Reaching into your pants and pulling out your wallet, you extracted a twenty from and took a step back towards Kari, then hesitated. You pulled out a five and handed both bills to Kari. She looked a little confused.

“For the beers.” You pointed to the empty bottle Kurtz had left beside her, “And a little something extra for your friendly service.”

With a wave you exited the bar. The sensible part of you had returned in full with your last ejaculation and as a newly unemployed college student you ached at leaving nearly an eighty percent tip, but you did just fuck the girl. Twenty-five bucks was a small price all thing’s considered.

On your way back to your car you pulled out your phone to check the time.

One A.M.

You’d been in that bar for three hours plowing that waitress, and the drunks in there had been watching nearly the entire time. And you hadn’t even noticed.

With a derisive chuckle you got back in your car and prepared for the hour long drive back to your dorm, looking forward to getting into bed and hopefully figuring out just what was going on in the morning.