These situations tend to happen when my guard is down. Unexpectedly. Less when I make an effort and more when I don't. Take the night this tale takes place. Just a couple of drinks they said. Nothing heavy. We were staying in a ski town. Early December. Fresh snow. The holiday spirit is in the air. We were at a pub at the top of a steep street in this mountain town. Just off the main drag by two blocks. The warm glow inside was cozy and packed full of locals. Beer flowing, glasses clinking, laughter, good energy. It was Friday, and payday no less. We'd been working ten-hour days all week - all year. Hard work. The whole crew was young guys, tradesmen, healthy and happy.
We were sitting at the end of the bar, me and two buddies. I don't recall the particulars of our conversation, but I can assure you it was crude. Two girls sat on the stools beside us, also up at the bar. Because we were at the end, they were actually at the corner of the bar, essentially facing us. I gave them a quick assessment.
A blonde and a brunette. The blonde girl was fit and pretty, not Barbie pretty, but conventionally pretty. She took good care of herself. The brunette was chubby and more done up i.e. more makeup. She had big brown eyes that stood out and a modest lip ring. A stud. Something you wouldn't notice at first.
They looked over at us while chatting to each other and we would occasionally do the same. Back and forth. More drinks came. More conversation. I caught the blonde looking over and decided it was time. The pool table had just freed up.
I tried to play it cool. "You girls interested in a game?" They smiled then looked at each other for approval, paused...
"Sure," said the chubby brunette like she didn't care.
"Right on."
I racked and we played doubles. Now that the girls were mobile the blonde was getting a lot of attention. She handled it well. My pals were some of the main culprits but whatever. I tried striking up a conversation with the blonde but it fizzled - no chemistry. That's not to say we weren't having a good time, but I could tell she wasn't into me. Can't win them all, am I right? No big deal. It was still a good night and about to get better.
One of my buddies locked eyes with me over the pool table and motioned to the door. Something was afoot.
I met him at the door.
"Wanna' do a dinger?" He asks.
"Well fuuck," I say, looking around. "All right then."
We get to his car chalk up a couple of stompers and blast them up our noses and it feels like it hits the back of my brain like an exploding can of spray paint.
I breathe out of my mouth slowly, feeling very relaxed for a moment, when then the drugs start pushing their way to the front of the line in my head and hop in the driver's seat.
"Good shit am I right?" says my pal.
"Let's get inside!" I announce.
We burst back into the bar, ready for anything. Already it feels way more crowded and rowdy. Back at the table the boys are fawning over the blonde. Another buddy is trying to show the brunette how to play pool or hold a stick or something. I'm buzzing hard, almost vibrating. Me and my partner in crime tune right into each other and start talking. I can't remember the particulars but it was all mad, mile-a-minute bullshit. The beer was going down. We were in heart-to-heart territory, talking about the past, high school, old friends, girls, parties, fights, work, our current girlfriends, cars. Sometime during all this, the bar had kind of thinned out a little. I looked around. The blonde had finally decided on some guy I didn't know, their body language indicating they were an item for now.
I looked at my buddy. He looked at me, then gestured with his head to something behind me. I turned in my bar stool. It was the chubby brunette. She had a bored look on her face but was staring right at me like she'd been there for a while.
I nodded over to the blonde.
"Looks like they're hitting it off."
She nodded her head up and down, with a little funny look on her face.
"Yeah, poor guy doesn't know it's going nowhere. She doesn't hook up with random. Ever."
Plunk!
The bartender put a tall red drink in front of her.
"Tall gin cranberry for the lady," he declared.
"Oh yeah? She looks like a good girl," I said. I wasn't lying - the blonde did.
"Yeah," smiled the brunette, "meanwhile I should be wearing a t-shirt that says 'Cum Guzzling Slut'."
No joke and this is true, I was so buzzed out on the nose candy that I heard her comment but it didn't register.
"Should we at least give him the heads up that he's barking up the wrong tree? Whaddya think?"
"I said." She stated very clearly, holding my gaze this time with her big beautiful brown eyes, "I should be wearing a shirt that says 'Cum. Guzzling. Whore.' - because that's what I am."
This time it registered. Women don't tend to declare these things as much as internet pornography would have you believe.
Ok. Focus. This fell in my lap. Gotta keep it going.
"Wanna' go outside for a smoke?" I asked. They had an outdoor patio just off the pool table.
She got up and I followed.
Outside was cold and fresh. Snow everywhere. Lights from the alley gave the patio a warm halo. She put a cigarette between her doll-like lips, lit it, looked at me and spread her legs a little.
I took the hint. I reached out and grabbed her pussy over her black yoga pants, massaging it through the fabric with all four fingers, rubbing her clit area. When I figured out where her slit was I worked my middle finger between her lips, massaging up till I hit the spot.
She just leaned back a little, her hips out and legs just spread enough. She carried on smoking, not looking at me but up at the night sky. She smiled a little and shook her head as if making up her mind. I could tell I was on target as her eyelids lowered and she started grinding back against my hand.
"Where do we go?" she asked.
My mind was racing. Had to land this one. I knew about an open garage down the block and around the corner. We used to smoke dope there at lunch in high school. Private enough, I thought.
"Let's go for a walk."
She shot up and I followed suit. We bee-lined for the bar door.
My buddy looked confused as we walked by. I gave him a look and he damn well got it. We burst out the bar door door to an empty street and we were on each other like animals. Tongues in each other's throats. She even bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Get your dick out I'm gonna' suck it."
Suddenly something occurred to me.
"You consent to all this, right?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Yes - and thank you for asking."
"OK follow me," I said.
Nope. She grabbed my belt at the buckle, pushed me back up against the bar door, expertly got through my belt, pants and boxers and had my warm dick out.
I was hard despite the coke. My dick looked good. My size is best described as the penis equivalent to the C-cup. Not small by any stretch, not carnival huge, but bigger than average enough to look impressive.
She was on her knees face to face with it.
"Nice dick," she stated before inhaling it straight to the back of her throat. No generic blowing first, no fluffy stuff, just direct-to-throat service.
If you don't have a dick, you'll never know how good this feels - penetrating a girl's tonsils. Feeling a throat close in around your dick like a pussy. Pushing past the glands and into her neck.
"FUCK!" I whispered, thrusting into her head more, bottoming out with my nuts on her chin. I had to find somewhere where we could get serious.
Just then a couple walked by and the guy gave me a double thumbs up.
I winked back. When they were gone I popped my dick out of the chubby brunette's throat, surprised at how cold it suddenly felt in the night air.
I pulled her to her feet and she immediately began aggressively making out with me, sloppy style, wet lips, booze and dick on her breath. One warm hand kept stroking my cock with an inverted grip, my precum smearing all over her wrist.
I broke off the kiss.
"Follow me," I said. We marched off down the road. At the end of the block was a double carport, dark and empty. A lone porch light attached to a house dimly lit a portion of the space. I swung her in. We were on each other again. Wet and sloppy. My dick was back out and getting stroked. I pulled her away by her hair and looked her in the eyes. She was cute. Cute. Like a chubby fuck doll. I watched as she caught her breath, breathing heavily, holding my gaze, the only sounds being us panting for air and the wet rhythm of my dick getting pumped by her hand.
Enough's enough I thought - time to fuck. I gave her one big kiss before spinning her around and grabbing a meaty chunk of her ass, pulling her head back to whisper in her ear.
"All fours," I ordered.
She dropped to her hands and knees, shoulders low to the ground, ass in the air. I peeled back her tight black yoga pants, making sure to take her underwear down with them. Her chubby round ass sprang free. I slapped it -HARD- and watched her beautiful flesh ripple with the impact.
"Fuck! Yes!" she barked. I hit her again, harder, in the same spot, direct and clean. The sound of it hurt my ears. She pulled her ass away, needing a second to recover, then thrust it back at me, waving her cheeks back and forth.
I buried my face deep in the pocket of flesh below her ass cheeks that protected the pussy. I had to use both hands to move her chubby globes up and away for better access to her hole.
She was wet.
I gave her slit a couple of big wet licks, from clit to asshole then buried my face in and inhaled.
She smelled and tasted like sweat and cunt juice. Not dirty sweat - clean sweat. Intoxicating. Everything men dream of.
My dick was hard and hot - the heat only happens when it's seriously turned on. When she needs it as much as you.
I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her ear up to my mouth
