A Lonely Wal Down the Boulevard

Neil was strolling down the boulevard by himself. He walked past a bridge, a coffee shop, a pub, and a bench. And now, the night had fallen.

A flock of girls was parading to the pub. Among them, Nina—in her black dress and sparkling high heel—shined above all. She was tall and slender, her dark eyes big and round, her eyebrows curving in laughter. A silver pendant—suspended above her cleavage—decorated her clavicles and necks with elegance.

Neil knew her from biology class and had been having a crush on her. He did two group project with her, had bought her coffee for 17 times, and when she walked in her fluent stride so elegantly, he would peep at her legs, intoxicated in her charm.

Maybe, this was the time to make a move.

Neil devised a greeting and coughed to sooth his tight throat. He stepped up, in anticipation that Nina would recognize him.

Yet, her chin raised too high to the other side and her eyes never landed on him. A stout girl bumped into him and tossed him an "Excuse me" before she caught up to the flock.

Neil watched the girls left in disappointment and strolled on.

"Yo!" A blond girl hollered at him.

Under the street lamp, her face and upper breasts was brightly lit, sprinkled with shiny speckles from her makeup. Her make-up were smudged, her dress creased, stained, with a big tear, revealing her thick and well-toned thigh.

"Ye-

cough-cough

-s. Yes? May I help you?"

"Yo! I'm Wendy the Whore! Do you want a free ride tonight?"

Neil choke and almost lurched back.

"Hey, don't go, dude! It's not Wendy the Whore. Just Wendy, okay? I'm a Theta Beta... like, sort of, a sorority. And we had this..."

She babbled along, about sorority games, about her face and dress, until Neil's eyebrows furrowed with bafflement.

"Okay, okay. Just know that I... I have to... sort of... do a stranger tonight. And you look like a decent dude. What do you say?"

"Do a stranger? Is this some kind of prank? Where's the camera?"

"No, no, no. I've sort of lost a bet, and that's my punishment. You know like, sorority stuff."

"Yes, of course, sorority stuff, I know all about that."

Neil asserted.

"So?" She asked.

"So...?"

"You're in or not?"

Wendy traced her lips with her finger tip, which was polished with a wine-colored gloss. The tantalizing finger glided down her chin, climbed over her breasts, and rested on her exposed thigh, circling and lingering.

His eyes followed her finger. He usually liked slender girls, but at the moment, he was fixated on her juicy lips on her messy face—her curvy body—the tempting tear on her dress—and under which, her well-rounded thigh, and he thought no one could be sexier.

"I'm in."

He followed Wendy to a pub. She held his hand through a sea of blasting music and alcohol smell, and led him to a dingy room on the 3rd floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. The tear on her dress widened, almost to the root of her thigh. Neil blushed and couldn't move his gaze.

"Dude, you got a thing for beautiful legs, don't you?"

She grabbed his trembling hands and slid them on her bare skin. Her eyes were misty and dreamy, filled by a sea of lust.

"You are tense, shaking and all that. Are you, like, a virgin or something? Come on, kiss me."

Neil pinned his lips on to her half-opened mouth, and his tenseness dissolved under her warmth and tenderness. She slid her tongue in and stirred, carrying her whiskey breath into his mouth and nostrils. Her womanly scent added some sweetness to the sharp alcoholic smell.

He kissed and kissed, devouring her succulent mouth, arms around her shoulders, chest against her body, pushing her down to the bed.

Wendy worked on two ends. She kept teasing Neil with her tongue, and simultaneously unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock. Wrapping her fingers around it, she gave it a few strokes and sized him.

"Come on, fuck me." She urged.

"Eh, con-condoms?"

She just seized him and pull him onto her.

He felt the tip of his penis lay against a small moist slit. For a second, the lips were reluctant, but then, they yielded, and engulfed his cock all the way to the root. A hot, burning, slippery sensation embraced his cock.

He groaned.

"Ain't that feel good, virgin boy? Ain't that feel good?"

He had no skill, but his youth, strength, and hardness made up for it. All he did was thrusting in and out as violently as he could.

Wendy moaned and wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him to fuck deeper.

Suddenly, Neil felt that he hit a peculiar spot—the texture was different—and Wendy screamed out so loud.

"Arghh!"

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Damn yes, I'm alright! Don't stop, come on. Yes, yes, continue, hmm."

For a few minute, Neil had no sense of time or space. The animal instinct overpowered his brain, so he ravished Wendy, blunt and chaotic. He didn't know when she had closed her eyes, or that he himself was red and sweaty.

He just wanted to conquer, to overpower, to own delicious body under him. But she was tenacious, and started to bounce with him.

A sudden numbness radiated from the very tip of his cock. He gasped and choked, while his semen burst out.

Exhausted, Neil faltered. He rested his face in her cleavage, sniffing her scent and kissing her breasts. For a minute, he just wanted to be buried there and never move again.

"Ain't bad for a virgin boy." The girl stroke his head. "I ain't come yet, though. You good for another round?"

But he found his little buddy sleeping on her thigh. She petted and stroked his languid cock. Seeing it not waking up, she fetched him a pill from her bag.

"Hey virgin boy, take one of these, and you'll be right back in the game."

"What? I'm not—"

She pressed her finger onto his mouth and murmured so close to his face, that her nose and lips were touching him.

"You want to fuck me again? Take a pill. I've got a lot more tricks; you ain't seen them all." She grabbed his hands to press on her ample breasts.

"Come on virgin boy, trust me. It's like all herbal stuff, makes your

dick

go

big

! You afraid of me or somethin'?"

She started licking his nipples.

"Hmm—O—Okay."

He took the pill while she fetched a plastic bottle from her bag, filled with some transparent liquid.

"Hey virgin boy," she winked, "I've got this Indian essential oil stuff, too."

Before he could protest or question why she had such things on her, she drizzled that oily and sticky liquid on his penis and her hands. Dexterous and efficient, she wrapped his shaft with one hand and palmed the tip with the other. She stroked and rubbed the oil into every crease on his cock.

"Shit!" He moaned.

Wendy's massage was quite painful, actually, but at the same time it was gratifying seeing a voluptuous woman diligently serving his dick.

The oil gave him a burning sensation, and it radiated a strong, herb-like, earthy smell. He started to feel a bit dizzy and floaty, not sure whether it was the pill, her massage, or that he started absorbing the oil, or maybe the smell itself.

The pain eased, and his cock was indeed waking up.

"See, it works. Now, lie down, I'll ride you."

Neil lay flat. Her hot, slippery, joyful embrace was back, and the pain was gone. She started by grinding him slowly, giving his cock grow and harden. She planted his hands on her bosoms. He squeezed, feeling the soft, squashy breasts shaping under his fingers, feeling the erected nipples brushing against his palm.

He bounced with her, reaching deeper and deeper.

"Naughty! Ah... Oh, yes..."

She rocked quicker and harder, sweaty all over her body. Her hair flailed, and her face was even messier. Warm fluids covered their groins.

Neil couldn't keep up with her, so he just closed his eyes and let her pussy seize and release his cock at her own pace.

Seize, release, seize, release.

The pleasure was not as intense as the first time, but the gradual build-up was mesmerizing. He felt so comfortable, and he had a feeling that the next ejaculation was going to be so much stronger the before.

The oil must have been evaporating between their rubbing body, since the herb smell was stronger, erotic and pacifying.

Her thighs might have been trembling and her finger tips might have sunk in his chest. He was almost certain that he heard her squeak in ecstasy.

He wasn't sure whether he came the second time.

Neil passed out.

The next morning, Neil woke up to an empty bed. Wendy was gone, along with his phone, watch, jacket, and wallet. He patted his pants, and the pockets were empty.

Neil left and walked home by himself.