High as FUCK FUCK

Part 7: The High As FUCK FUCK!

I feel like I don't need to follow a complete time-line. We're there. Bill and me are fucking at this point. Not always and not that frequent. Random happenings lead to random hook-ups.

I wanted to tell this one for a long time. It's both exciting to think about and probably one of my favorite sexual experiences. If your picking up on some themes. Bill and me like to fuck outdoors and we like our weed. That's how this shit always started with us.

I'm not perfect. I don't claim to be. I was young I was insecure and I was WAY to immature to be in a serious relationship like I claimed to be with Bunz. He was a good guy and I constantly went behind his back as you will see.

There is a disconnect or at least was between those two parts of me. If you meet me I'll be pretty 'go women' and we can do it all without men. I can pay my rent (I could), I can pay my bills (I did), and I was gonna have my own career (I would). There is also that part of me that wants to be fucked by a strong man. Fucked like a little submissive girl. Hard and fast. Sorry. It's true.

This point was like early fall I think like right around labor day. It was probably the third instance where Bill and me had sex. Yeah I'm skipping a time. I may get back to that time.

Bill is fucking Hillary again. There is a group of people at Bunz's house where he grew up. We weren't drinking because my baking ass was making brownies of the POT kind. Now I don't know how to make pot brownies. Smart phones are a bit away at that point. I get that you have to infuse the butter or somehow extract the oils. Edibles were an at home thing then. I didn't know shit about fucking shit. I can cook so I made homemade brownies. Instead of extracting the oil we legit just took out the stems and seeds from a little over quarter of an ounce of weed (about 30 bucks of weed back then). It wasn't great shit so we put a lot in but now I know that's not much for 8 people. It was to me back then. I put the brownie mix in Bunz's mom's stand mixer and just put that weed in there. Mixed it for a bit.

We made a batch of about ten brownies. I them out and there were about 8 of us. Three girls this time which was rare. Me, Hillary and another crew members girlfriend (ugly...don't ask...yup I'm a bitch...i hope my bitchery isn't getting too much. Let me know if it is). Five boys including Brad, Bunz and Bill. Naturally I hand Bill the first piece which people shoulda taken note of.

I swear it was those end pieces that got ALL the weed. I handed a bunch out and I ended up eating the piece directly across from Bill's and the end pieces in the baking pan. Great brownies with great crunch (I'm a cooking fucking whiz...deal). This was my first time (all of our first times) with weed brownies and eating weed.

They say a few things. Sometimes you won't get high. Boo. Sometimes it takes a bit to kick in..about two hours. We waited. We waited. We waited. Nothing. It was about ten PM and everyone was afraid to fucking drink for fear of it kicking in. Bill, Brad and Bunz had some beers....TOUGH GUYS (aka nerds). Hillary eventually left saying she was tired and KNOWING Bill wasn't going back with her or to his house since he never brought her over. Sorry Hill.

Everyone cleared out around I want to say 10PM. Even Bill. It's not like we expected to fuck EVERYTIME. Moments people. The right moments.

Everyone is texting everyone “DO YOU FEEL ANYHTING?” Two and a half hours past from eating and the answer was still no. Hillary said she was exhausted which was kind of the groups shared feeling. I think what happened was because me and Bill smoked a LOT of pot maybe. Bunz, Brad and Hill rarely did and I can't recall if the others were pot heads. Pot was a thing me and my bestie who moved (and I emailed about Bill) used to do for fun twice a day. It gets you bubbly, silly and horny (for me at least as you can see).

I guess ANYTHING gets me horny. I'm obviously a bit of a slut. I like to FUCK. Sue me. Eat shit if that's a problem. Who doesn't like to fuck and why is it ok if a guys says it and he's 'cool'. I won't just hop into bed with anyone though which seems to be what people think. You gotta play the game with me. Flirtation, sarcasm, I give you shit, you give me shit. You'll know when I'm playing. Bill got it. Bunz got it even (eventually).

You see, that is the kinda rambling that happens when I'm high. Which I am now, and I was back then on the day of this story. I was in bed with Bunz my mind all over the place staring up at glow in the dark stars he has. It was the same room he was a teen in. All his kid shit was still in there. Bunz was out like a light and I'm sitting there counting the fucking stars and noting that this mothafucka put the BIG DIPPER and LITTLE DIPPER up on that shit. I was floored for some reason.

I look over and there is Bunz, sleeping with his hands on his chest, laying back looking like a vampire. I mean straight Dracula shit. I was laughing but trying to hide it. Ten minutes of giggling and observing EVERYTHING in that room down to initials carved in the bed post (Who's C.D. Bunz? Bunz loves C.D....those ain't MY initials...I don't think I found out). I was giggling and looking at Dracula next to me. I was high as fucking hell. Like seeing waves when I moved my hand high. Funhouse walking kinda high. I was shaking little baby Bunz but he wasn't moving. I made sure the fucker was breathing and didn't piss the bed (he hadn't in a bit).

I had to move to get up. I wasn't 'low' kinda high. I was high as in worked up, heart racing, almost like cocaine. High as fuck though. Not like coke where your just awake. I'm putting my head phones on grabbing my smokes and heading to the back deck to fucking PARTAAAAY! I'm legit dancing and singing Elton John, I'm Still Standing, and shit like that. I had and fucking Ipod (remember those...of course not). One of the little guys that could clip to your bag and held like 50 or so songs. I like all kinds of music. I like to sing and I like to dance. I'm hyper and wide awake and ready to go. Legit dancing on the deck in my Juicy Jumpsuit. The maroon one I talk about. LOVED that suit. Wore out...boo.

I'm looking at texts from Hillary. She must be out. She would say she passed out and didn't move for hours but had wild dreams. That was pretty much the whole group including Bunz. Not me I was kinda tripping BALLS.

It became clear when I heard rustling on the back fence....NOT BILL EITHER.

When I heard that shit I didn't move and put my cig out since I was pretty sure I was going to be **** and killed. Thankfully I wasn't and Bill called out for Bunz. Not for me. For Bunz. I called softly to him and he ran up the steps to see me. He was even more hyper than me pacing back and forth. “I'M HIGH AS FUCK AND I CAN'T STOP!”

I clapped my hands that SOMEONE was sharing this with me. “ME TOO!”

We went through our feelings of numbness, but high. Tingly but feeling good. Head high and body high. All over high. Its different than smoking. We talked about how if this was what ecstasy (Molly for the kids) felt like we HAD to try it. We certainly would...many times.

I didn't want to go to sleep. I couldn't go to sleep if I tried. We were all over the place sharing a smoke. Sharing like ten. I asked what happened to Hillary and he said she passed out. I told him same for Bunz. I think we both knew where it was going.

It was decided we'd go for a 'walk' down to the unpaved road and light a fire and bring a beer or two. Not too many. I was going inside to take a piss and grab the beers. I think I turned to Bill and said something like, “this is the most important question I'm ever going to ask Bill....” I hesitated, maybe too long since I was GONE. “DO YOU HAVE CONNNNNDOMMMMS?” I drew out the word Condoms to be perfectly clear with this guy.

Bill had this devilish little smile and he nodded. FINALLY. This fuck woulda got pussy like the SECOND time I met him if he had rubbers. Hell if he found his car I woulda given him pussy that FIRST time we met.

I said “Fuck yeah,” and held my hand up. Bill and me high-fived like we were fucking buds LMAO.

I was walking inside and Bill says 'put a skirt on'. I told him to 'fuck off' but went to piss. I went to check on Bunz, and he was still laying like a vampire unmoving. I legit called his name a bunch of times. I swear.

This is something that makes me rethink shit because I DEFINATELY put on that velour matching skirt with the black faux-leather strap wedge high heels. Like I legit went slutty for Bill in 0 to 60 seconds. Maybe Bunz, Brad and the crew are right about me following the Bill rules. I'd been putting skirts on CONSTANTLY for this dude. With heels too.

I recall grabbing the beers and when I came out Bill gave me this look like he wanted to eat me like a piece of meat (or maybe eat me like a little whore..mmmm). I told him to “shut it mister”. Its not like I had make-up on or lipstick. I didn't even have a bra on. My hairs all over the place. My breath probably stunk a little (LOL). Gross.

Bill and me took off behind the back fence to the path that lead to the unpaved area. We stopped right after the fence and made out. Like WE HAD TO, just to feel it. It was so weird and sexy at same time. Like I think I focused on the feeling of his tongue. Everything felt like TWO HOURS long. We were satisfied that touching and kissing were REALLY cool like this.

We walked down the road and were pretty loud and giggly. Sharing a smoke like always. I was pointing to the sky and talking about if Aliens get high and shit. We agreed they HAD To. Half way there I realize he's taking me to the town 'fuck spot' where you get laid and name the area and there is this whole lame story.

I thought it was hilarious and I'm dancing around and doing my DITZIEST joke voice. “Oh...my...god....you're taking me to the ROCKS....THE ROCKS....are we gonna like FUCK.” I then told Bill he couldn't tell ANYONE about this or I'd be such a loser.

We make it to the rocks and go to some of the back ones nearer to the construction area and away from the walking road. Bill and me are swapping spit pretty quickly. I'm laid on what became OUR rock, and its pretty cool its got steps like an altar. We called it the FUCK ALTER. We did LMAO.

His hands are going up and down my thighs while he's on my side. He goes up and hits gold right past my black little panties. His fingers are up and hooked into my pussy just like how I love. If he couldn't finger like that this might never have gone so far.

He has me cumming quick, and I'm just looking up at him with like my open mouth but in sort of a mean and nasty way. Not intending it though. My body was rippling I mean it felt like it was rippling in a wave. I fucking LOVED that orgasm. The whole time I was worried I was really moving and like having a seizure. This orgasm went on for what seemed like minutes. I finally just grabbed Bill's hand. “How long was I cumming?” I asked stunned.

Bill looked at me and was like “Ten seconds.”

Yeah. I wanted to fuck at that point. If an orgasm felt that good, I wanted more. I legit looked at Bill and said “Just fuck me already.”

He got on top and both of us were sliding our shit down our legs. My panties on the ground and shit. Bill's pants by his fucking ankles. This all seemed sped up for some reason. The exact opposite of what I just felt. It felt like lightening speed for this dude to get that condom on and then stick his shit inside me.

This is why I wrote this story. That sex was the best sex of my life. I felt every inch of him. I felt every thrust. My legs were up in the air and my back was on the rock but I didn't give a shit. I was making this weird “aaack” sound like a dying animal. Its because I couldn't stop cumming to the point it was hurting sort of but in an amazing way. I was watching my toes curl back and forth back and forth in my heels with each time Bill slammed his dick in me. I was pretty much cumming with each push inside me. He wasn't even going hard and fast I don't think. It just seemed to NEVER end. I felt like I got fucked for hours on that rock.

Then we hear some motherfuckers coming. In my heightened frigging paranoia I thought cops. So I took Bill's hand we ran into the fucking woods, him with his pants down. Bill asked why I was so scared we had no weed just beers. I looked at him. “I'm not 21”. I wasn't. Bill got a BIG kick out of this. His fucking dick which was still out was moving up and harder.

Turns out its guys with a BOOM BOX? A BOOM BOX? We aren't that far back. We wait for a bit with Bill still got his cock out. I take a piss and Bill WATCHES. I mean that fuck LOVED it. That dick got harder with that shit too. Guy loves to watch me pee. No one wants those stories.

We wait and wait and finally come out. Bill makes the decision to go to his house. Now I'm higher than I've ever been and even HORNIER than that. It didn't occur to me that Bill had only EVER taken one girl home with him. He lives with his parents at this point.

I agree and say he better have more condoms. We sneak through his back door and down a hall to his room. Its a small room with a one fucking person single bed. Legit single bed. There is a video-game system on his computer and a TV and a recliner seat a fucking black leather recliner.

Me and Bill are going at it hard again and I'm on my back in his bed. He is between my legs and pulls my panties down and takes them (He's becoming the COLLECTOR over here). He does his thing with his mouth and tongue. The alphabet. He's also fingering me again. I'm moaning LOUDLY asking “WHY DOES IT FEEEELL SOOO GOOOOOOD!” Input the porno whore voice and that's me. “OH MY PUSSY FEEEEELS SOOO GOOOOD RIGHT NOW!” Shit like that. Guy or girl it doesn't matter. We all say same thing when we cum “I'm gonna cum. I'M GONNA CUM BILL!” I'm all but shouting.

I again have like this shaking seizure fucking orgasm and I'm legit screaming bloody cummy **** on his bed. I'm telling you each orgasm felt like hours and shit.

Bill coulda warned me but never did. Instead I'm bent over with my skirt pulled up getting it from behind again. That's gonna be our go to sex position by the way. I'm still moaning and feeling every inch of cock and every touch. I'm yelling at Bill to spank me and pull my hair. "Fuck me right" I think I told him. I'm making a mess of his sheets.

I shit you not Bill's mom knocks on his fucking door. I turn beat red Bill gets off and starts saying "shit" but not in the he's gonna cum way. I'm freaking out and high as a kite and trying to get under covers. She is livid at Bill for noise demanind he open the door. I'm sitting there slapping Bill trying to cover myself under sheets. Bill is trying to stop his mom from coming in.

She barges in like its high school starts laying into Bill who has on boxers and a boner at end of bed. Still got a condom on under there and shit. Then his mom sees me. She legit smiles and says my name. I tell her I'm sorry but her whole tune changed. She is happier than a pig in shit telling her husband its just "Morgan".

Me and Bill can do no wrong in his mom's eyes. She completely changed her tune. She didnt say if she heard what I was yelling she just said to keep it down.

She left us in Bill's room and that fucker wants to go right back into sex. I'm too weirded out and now paranoid as fuck. Since I'm still trilping balls. Did she hear me? Did she know we're high. Im not fucking anymore. I did feel odd just walking out so I took my heels off and got under the covers with Bill. I wasn't thinkjng about Bunz. I could just say to him I freaked out and drove off. Im nuts like that and might have gotten away with it. I was more worried about Bill's mom thinking Im some whore who banged him and left. We laid there sort of cuddling with Bill trying to finger me/fuck me/play with my tits. In his defense he hadn't cummed yet. I wasn't in the mood. I got super paranoid and just wanted to leave.

Me and Bill walk outta his room and i got my heels in my hand doing a walk of fucking shame. There is Bill's mom in the fucking kitchen making coffee. I'm thinking she knows we're high. She doesn't say shit and insists we have coffee. I'm freaking out sitting there with my kneew up on the dining room table chair. My arms around my legs and my juicy hoodie pulled up and pulled tight around my fucking face. I was mad uncomfortable and if you ever see me like that it's me closing myself off. Not only did I sneak off to fuck my boyfriend's buddy. Now I'm having coffee with the dude's mom after she hears me getting screwed by her son. She doesn't say one thing though and just asks how I'm doing. That crazy bitch was just happy its me with Bill I swear. She was showing old fucking photos of Bill. Crazy. Surreal.

Bill is staring down at my ass which you can see my panties he later tells me the way I'm sitting in that skirt. I put my panties back on. He's gonna get em by the end of this. his mom knew she didn't say a thing. We just chatted like I wasn't just fucking her son.

Then I get paranoid about the time. Its only like 2am mind you and I still got no text from Bunz. Legit we left Bunz's at midnight. Only two fucking hours which seemed like two days. You gotta get it that sex was minutes long but felt like hours. His mom she musta known what I meant when I said I gotta leave aka go vack to Bunz. She gives me a small like one drink thing of wine and Bill a beer. She gives us bars of fucking chocolate this local homemade shit and tells us to enjoy on walk back.

We stupidly got in Bill's car cause I didn't wanna walk and put my heels back on. I could see his mom like a shadow in the window watching. She would kinda chew Bill and me out next time since he drove drunk. He was high but yeah he was in no condition to drive. We drove around block and that shit was clear. Dude was swerving. So we parked a street down from him outside the undeveloped woods where the path was back to Bunz's area.

I have been mad about Bill's car. Now I kinda enjoyed fucking in it. Nice back seat material and back rest. Three seat open back seat. We called it the Shaggin Waggin. The crew would call it that. I called it the Fuck Shack when me and Bill openly dated and would say "Bill is driving the fuck shack so we will be like an hour late". Car sucked but it was good in a pinch for a fuck. It rocked and fogged up. This night no fog of course when we wanted it. No tint and you could see what was going on through back window.

Bill got on top and I laid down on the seat in the back. Bill put on his third condom and you gotta remember he hasn't cum yet. The only reasons Bill was better at sex than Bunz and anyone else wasnt style. He still fucked like his life depended on it like any guy. Other than the fingering skills and pussy eating skills Bill's best quality was that like me he was always willing to FUCK. We're young. Why not. He also knew not to always cum. If you wanna fuck a bunch and you're a guy you can't cum right away. Your not a pornstar and we won't be fucking for a few hours if you cum in first three minutes. Face it when I say most sex lasts between 3 to 5 minutes. Its true. You both cum and it's done. You wanna keep going the guy can't cum. Sorry. Not sorry.

Bill did cheat at getting boners so to speak as Bunz had written about. Bill fucking stole his dad's viagra. He also bought Tiger-X. Shit has viagra, yohimbe rush (boner plant) and a bunch of other shit. It isn't regulated for amount though. You could get a bad pill. Bunz did with Janelle or maybe he just freaked out since it gives you a boner for days. You'll need to either fuck or jerk off. Trust me. Try it but beware. It's gonna get hard.

Girls don't care how guys get boners. We don't. Even though Bunz and the crew gave Bill shit. Id be like, Dude is hard and ready to go? He's getting his dick wet. Isn't that what baseball players do anyways with steroids?

So I'm in the back seat and getting nicely fucked. My legs are all up in air one over back seat and the other just flajng. My fucking little foot and toes hitting ceiling. My mind is all over the place. Let me try to give you my fucking thoughts when I was still high as fuck getting fucked.

Try to play Leather and Lace from Fleetwood Mac since I'd been thinking of that since Bunz's porch.

Oh my god (inner ditz voice). This is amazing! What did I do with my shoes? Are they in the car. Oh goddddd I'm cumming again. Yaaaaaay. (Wrapping my legs around Bill and watching my toes curl AGAIN). ARE THESE ORGASMS REALLY THIS LONG. ITS SOOOO AMAZING.

Where are my panties? I wore them from Bill's house right? Did Bill take them? Does he want them? Am I still cumming? Or is this a new orgasm. I love sex with weed sooooo much. Why doesn't Bunz fuck me like this? Am I not sexy? I think I am. Bill sure does. I'm in a skirt in middle of night. Does Bill's mom think I'm a whore? Did she give us fucking candy?

I'm cumming again. Ohhhh godddd this is amazing. Am I squeling too loud (I probably was). Do my toes ALWAYS curl when I cum? How long have we been fucking? It feels like an hour? Does Bill's mom know we're high? Does she think I'm a whore? I can see the stars? Do aliens fuck? They HAVE TO!! I THINK I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN.....OH GODDDD YAAAAASS. I wonder what my cum tastes like?

Where are my panties?

Is that headlights? (It was)

Bill stopped fucking me then. Dick still in me though. Dude gets paranoid. The lights remained right on the car and you could see my legs up by ceiling and Bill's back probs. He was telling me it was cops. Not sure why I beleived him. How would he know? They never put lights on and he was ducking. Still we waited. The lights went away and we got dressed. I put my heels and panties back on. Bill took his last condom off.

He was getting pissed. He hadn't cummed. I get it. I came a fuckton. Guys really do get blue balls. Its real. You can google it. Makes em nuts. Trust me. Empty your guys balls once and a while. He will be happier.

Me and Bill kinda took off fast into woods not the main path. Bill took me around into deep fucking woods and we developed a conspiracy theory that the cops we after us since we were fucking by the fire the first time. We were high as fuck. Sue us. We HAD to make sure fire was out. Mission impossible shit was building. I was high and scared since I wasn't even 21 to have **** which we were drinking and sharing as we always do. We were sharing smokes to (how did Bunz not say shit when we always shared smokes). I had to put my heels on to go through fucking woods. Like 4 inch cork heels. Yeah it sucks.

What I'm about to tell you about the things I did in the woods that day is all to impress a guy. I'm guilty of it too. Pretending to know football and shit. I need to piss as we are going through woods cutting branches and shit like its the Amazon. I have to piss. I take my panties off holding Bill's arm and then give them to him to hold. I'm not good at trying to piss around panties. I squat and Bill watches like a fucking freak. Dude gets turned on by pissing. It's real. Sucks cause nothing to wipe. I may have used a fucking leaf. Sorry. Gross I know. Maybe Bill had a tissue. I didn't have a purse. Just my phone and smokes. I'm just looking at Bill in utter disbelief this dude is so turned on. He would come to LOVE watching me piss. Eventually he'd get a few blowies while I did. Not this time.

He asks if he can keep my panties. I'm fine with that. Dude has this creepy look and sniffs them. Right in front of me. He was real good at towing the line between fun and funny (a turn on) and gross and pervy (a turn off). I mean its like Bunz masturbating to pics of me. Why not just go for real thing? Bill had already eaten my pussy and fingered me a bunch. You want to smell it, lick it, smack, whip it, rub it down? It's right there between my legs. Why sniff my panties?

We take off again into what felt like the deep jungle. I'm thinking we're lost. We do get to the open clearing where rocks and fire are.

This is where I'm going to turn the hypocrite train around 180 and crash us. I just made fun of Bill for obsessing about watching me piss. I had a bit of an obsession too. Im not a trans person but I want a dick. Not in some sexual way. It doesn't turn me on to watch someone piss. I'm just suuupper jealous guys can just piss anywhere. I was a mess down there at that point. Sex, walking and pissing. It was drying up and shit around my thighs. Now I have no panties on to impress Bill because I want to show i don't give any fucks. I'm "cool" and "sexy". Nope just high and dumb.

Guys can just pull it out and piss anywhere. You all take for granted the world is your toilet. Me pissing outside is real uncomfortable and you should wipe. Guys don't get this but we don't piss out of our vaginas. Different holes.

I always wanted to hold Bill's dick when he pissed. Always. I wanted to see what it was like. I would do it about a hundred times. This night we had a mission to put out a fire (just embers at this point). Bill was hard though. I had just the cure and talked about my job and the new bitch I hated. We smoked and like a charm it worked. He took his dick out and I held it. Half hard but after a second it pissed. I swear I felt it like fill and then shoot out. Two directions at first (cum in the tube Bill tells me). I am having the time of my life spraying the wood and smoke comes up and shit. I was writing my name and shit. I love it. Legit my favorite thing. Later on when I was openly dating Bill I'd race off to help him piss in Bunz's backyard. Kinda rude but i loved it. I was the one who would twll Bunz (when I was with Bunz) he had to tell Bill NOT to piss in the yard. Years later there I am holding Bill's dick AS he pissed in the yard. Bitch.

After my fun we walked a seperate way. To avoid the state police and FBI we thought were hunting us like Bonnie and Clyde. We found ourselves in an area where houses were being built. Now we were fucking explorers. Like we had discovered America for first time and shit.

We ended up in a house on the second floor. Still being built. I don't know why but I wanted to know what I tasted like...down there. This is again a girl trying to hard for a guy. I did it all the time. Bill and me make out while he fingers me. He pulls his hands up and I smell myself. Nothing and that's the way it should be.

Bill says I have a strong pussy smell and it gives guys boners. When I openly dated Bill there was at least one party at my house (while I was out at friends) were bunz, bill, brad and the other chuckle head passed around a joint and a pair of my panties. When Bill told me I shoulda been pissed...cept I was more laughing. I liked being their pin-up goddess. Just wear a skirt around tlmy boys and they drooled lol. I dont think I paid for drinks in like 8 years.

Then the dumb little slut I used to be did something I never would now. I licked on Bill's fingers. Tasted myself. Yup. Impress guys much. I said it didn't taste so bad and Bill put his hand back and played with me more while we made out. He pulls it back up and his fingers are dripping. I gush people trust me. I then sucked on his fingers like I was blowing them lmao.

Next thing I know I'm bent over getting SLAMMED. I mean Bill was REALLY putting it in me. I wasn't really loving that intesity. Trying not to fall over and shit. I just let him do whatever I guess. I told him NOT to cum inside me unless he's ready to have kids (a joke).

I didn't wanna keep fucking sorry. It was starting to hurt. I knew it was my turn to perform though. I told Bill I would give him a blowjob so he could finish. A blowjob is diffednt than me just sucking a dick. I had sucked Bill's cock by that point. A blowjob means he's going to finish. I swallow. Any girl who spits your shit out is a girl you wanna get rid of. Swallow it or let the guy cover you. Why not? When I was young I had a different view. I didn't let guys cum on me since I think its disrespectful. No idea why since I'm sucking a cock how can I judge the guy cumming. Bill HAD ALREADY cum on me at that point in a previous hookup. By accident (really it was and its a whole OTHER story).

I do have some rules when I blow you. No hands on my head and no fucking my face (unless I let you). I'm running the show if I got your cock in my mouth. Sit back and enjoy the ride lol. I told Bill to put one hand behind his head and the other to hold his shirt up. I told him to spread his legs and bend at the knees slighlty. If you walked up you'd think I was arresting him and shit. I don't like blowjobs on my knees its not the best for me to fully work my magic but what were we gonnna do (hunted by the feds and all LMFAO). I put my coat down and put my knees on that so I wouldn't scrape my shit.

I told Bill the GOLDEN rule for like the tenth time. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOUR GONNA CUM. I cannot stress that enough. I have no problem with the taste of cum (the smell of it dried makes me sick though). It's the fucking consistency that is though to deal with. Heat up and throw some salt on tapioca pudding and drink that shit down and you'll get it (not the taste just the feel). Now after you do that put it in a turkey baster and shove that shit in your mouth and squeeze. Yeah fucking hot thick fucking pudding shot at back of your throat. If you don't fucking tell me I will probably ****, cough and ruin your experience. Trust me. You want to fully experience my SUCK. I know how to use my tongue and my mouth to get you there and fast. Few men have lasted more than 2 mins with my blowjobs. Legit 2 mins.

I may have told Bill it might be hard because he's "big". He loved that.

I told Bill jokingly he wouldn't forget this night and he claims he doesn't. He said I grabbed his dick and licked his lower cock and then sucked on his balls? Doesn't sound like my starting move lol but ok. I just know I wasnt playing around. I sucked him hard and fast. On my knees isn't best to get a larger dick all the way in but I made it work. He was groaning and grunting. Cock doesn't have a taste unless you've been walking arouns, and screwing all night. So musk. Latex, and my pussy was his flavor. I got through that and just kept sucking. I tried to maintain eye contact but I was already tasting his cum. Small shots already. I held my own. He started swearing saying he was going to cum. I knew he was so I slowed down and prepared. Sucked half of him in. The hot pudding came out and I just did my best not to ****. Start swallowing before is my recommendation. I did good. Nothing came out and all got sucked down.

I finished him and he was thanking me like I saved his life. I stood up and grabbed his hand and pushed it to my pussy. I wanted him to see how sucking dick made me horny. Yup I was sucking my shit off his fingers again after. He told me he loved me, wanted to marry me, and we should elope. I joked about living in Vegas as we walked back to Bunz.

We ate that chocolate on the way back. That was fucking life. Tasted soooooo good high. We got back and I wanna say it wasn't even 330. Bunz was still in Dracula mode in the bed. Bill waifed outside. We wanted to wait for sunrise but we were pushing our luck.

I did give Bill a good twenty minute make-out sesh in Bunz's front yard on side of house. If neighbors looked out window or car passed they'd see two people going at it. I wasn't into being fingered at that point but Bill kept trying. Groping my ass (fine) and attempting to finger me from behind (not fine). We were sucking face hard. Bill got a goodnight handjob and kinda came all over Bunz's fence. I didn't clean it. Sorry Bunz. Kinda sorry. I just didn't think anyone would go on that side of house. No one ever did.

The night ended with Bill accidentally slipping a finger in my asshole. Yup. Time to go Bill. He left and I went upstairs just smiling ear to ear. I had a blast. I didn't sleep. I just was high all night until Bunz woke at 8am. He woke to a handjob from me. He deserved something right?

I wrote this VERY long chapter because I wanted to talk about MY favorite sex experience for once. That was it. We would chase that night like a addict chases heoin high. Never came close really. One time maybe which I may write about.

You see this isn't a neotarare, or cuckold story. It is cheating. To me it is how I had fun with Bill and he made me feel good about myself and we had great sex. There is a genre for that....LOVE story. Yes I was falling in love with Bill even if I didnt want to admit it. Isn't it obvious.

I'm also not dumb. Bill's finger in my ass was noooo accident. Pretty significant too. First thing a guy got up there. It would not be Bill's last trip in back door.

Sorry for long chapter. Not sorry. My story and my fun.

I have ideas from when I was with Bill. A part 2 to this that shows the dynamic aftee I dated Bill and how Bunz fit in.