Park Assistance

I was just minding my own business on the park bench, flipping through the newspaper, when this cute little thing in a short skirt and crop top wandered over. She looked maybe eighteen, long legs, perky tits pushing against that tight top. "Hey there, mister," she said with a shy smile. "Mind if I sit? My feet are killing me from walking."

"Sure," I replied, patting the spot next to me.

"Thank you," she answered, plopping down. We sat quietly for a minute. Then she shifted in her seat, squirming a little. Her cheeks flushed pink. "Um... excuse me, but... this is weird. My butt feels all tingly and itchy all of a sudden. Like, really bad."

I chuckled softly. "Maybe you sat on something? Ants or whatever."

She shook her head, biting her lip. "No, it's inside. Deep. Like I need to... scratch it but can't. It's getting worse." She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, her thighs rubbing together. Her breathing picked up. "God, this is embarrassing. I don't know what's happening."

"You okay there?" I asked, pretending to be concerned while my eyes wandered over her body.

"I... I don't know," she whispered, leaning closer. "It's like my ass is on fire inside. Nothing helps. I feel like I need something... big to... fill it or something. This is so wrong to say to a stranger." Her hand drifted toward her rear, but she stopped herself. "Mister, can you... maybe walk with me to the restroom? I feel dizzy."

We stood up, and she grabbed my arm for support. Her body pressed against mine as we moved toward the trees for a bit of privacy. "It's getting unbearable," she moaned softly. "Like my hole is clenching and begging. I can't explain it."

Once behind some bushes, she turned to me, eyes wide and ****. "Please don't think I'm crazy, but... can I... show you? Maybe you can help?" She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and bent slightly. Her tight little asshole winked visibly, twitching. "See? It's itching like crazy. I need relief."

My cock stirred in my pants as I watched. "What do you want me to do, girl?"

"I... I think I need you to put it in," she admitted, voice trembling. "Your... thing. It feels like that's what'll stop it. Please, Mister? Just for a second?"

I unzipped, pulling out my cock. Her eyes widened but she nodded eagerly. She turned around, spread her cheeks, and backed up. I lined up and pushed the head against her puckered hole. It slid in easier than expected, her ass gripping me like a vice as I sank deeper. "Oh fuck yes," she gasped. "That's it... deeper."

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting, my fat belly slapping against her ass with each stroke. Her tight teen hole stretched around my shaft, milking me as I fucked her standing there. "Harder," she begged. "Pound my ass, mister."

I rammed into her faster, the wet sounds of her stretched asshole filling the air. She moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Your cock feels perfect inside me. The itch is fading... but don't stop."

My balls tightened. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her guts. She shuddered, her asshole clenching around me as she came too, juices dripping down her thighs. "Yes... fill me up," she whimpered.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her gaping hole. She straightened her skirt, still panting. "That was... insane. But it worked. Thank you, uh..."

"My name's Harold."

"Lily. Maybe... we can do this again sometime?"

I tucked myself away, heart pounding. "Anytime."