A Not So Quiet Night

The church playground had an eerie feel in the dark of the warm night, a place normally full of the boisterous noise of playing children was now silent and empty. Jack and Liza had hopped the short fence with no real difficulty, and were now wandering around their childhood play area, a wave of nostalgia washing over them both. The pair had grown up at this church, though neither had ever really fit in with the other kids there. Despite that fact, they'd stayed in attendance after graduation, largely due to pressure from their respective families. Neither had expected to see a familiar face at the university's youth meeting that had been hosted there, and that familiarity had led them to drift towards one another rather than mingling with the strangers at the gathering. The meeting had dismissed hours ago, and the church was long since closed, but the two were still hanging out, awkwardly reminiscing about their time growing up there.

Jack wasn't really sure what he was doing in that moment. He and Liza had never been what you'd call close, their only connection being a shared status as outcasts amongst their peers. The only reason he'd even started talking to her tonight was because it was easier than trying to talk to new people, all of whom seemed way more invested in the group meeting than he was. Church wasn't a place he'd ever enjoyed or felt especially welcome, and if it wasn't for his mother, he'd have stopped going once he moved into the dorms at the local college. From what they'd discussed, Liza was in much the same position, only without having escaped from under her overbearing grandparent's roof.

Despite himself, Jack couldn't keep his eyes from traveling Liza's curves as they talked, and in the dark of the night, he was able to freely drink in the sight of her. She was nearly a full head shorter than him, with a heavy-set frame that he'd done his best to ignore during his high school years, convinced that his "sinful" gaze would be a sure path to trouble. But now, alone in the dark with her, his eyes devoured her body. Her heavy breasts that jiggled with every step, her wide hips that his hands practically itched to grab ahold of, and her fat ass that he practically drooled over as she moved in front of him. While a more polite person might refer to Liza as full-figured, the only words that came to his mind when he looked at her were thick and juicy. Even her belly enticed him, daring him to rest his hands on it and imagine how it would move if they were to...

"Oh shit!" Liza exclaimed, knocking Jack out of his reverie. She was ducking inside one of the playground's jungle gyms; a large plastic dome with hand and foot holds for climbing. It was completely hollow on the inside, leaving room for children to come in and play on either side. Jack could remember doing just that when he was younger. "I can't believe I can still fit down here!"

True enough, she'd squeezed right through the main entrance and was grinning back at him from within. At her urging, Jack followed, ducking his head to avoid clocking it on the entrance. Once they were both inside, it struck him how little room there was for two grown adults down there. They were both hunched, unable to stand to their full heights, creating a more claustrophobic feel than the free space around them would suggest. If Liza had noticed, she wasn't showing any signs that it bothered her, instead giggling as she tried to peek out through the holes in the structure to look at the stars. While she was distracted, Jack stared at her ass and bit back a groan at the sight. She was wearing a pair of extremely short shorts and thigh high socks, the slight pudge of her thighs popping out at the top making him salivate. The shorts themselves were stretched tight across her backside, leaving little of their shape to the imagination. It was like she was built specifically to tempt him into sexual depravity. Even the angle she stood up against the wall at gave him a preview of what it might look like to take her from behind, bent at the waist with her ass sticking out towards him, hips swaying hypnotically from side to side.

Like he was in a trance, Jack lifted his hands up, holding them in the air as though he were about to grab ahold of her hefty posterior. He could imagine the way his hands would sink into the undoubtedly soft flesh and licked his lips. The image alone was almost enough to make him completely abandon his self-control, almost enough to make him take an action that he wouldn't be able to undo. He took a deep breath to steady his pounding heart and didn't notice Liza stepping back from the wall. His hands met her cheeks and he reflexively squeezed, eliciting a groan from his throat at the forbidden sensation. A moment later, he snapped out of it and pulled his hands away like he'd touched a hot iron. At the same time, Liza jumped forward and turned around with a scandalized look on her face.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Jack! I'm surprised at you!"

"I didn't mean to! I promise!"

"Uh huh, sure! You 'didn't mean to' grab my ass with

both hands

. Didn't mean to cop a feel in a church playground. You think I'm buying that crap?"

There was a playful note in her voice that reassured Jack that she was mostly teasing him, but at the same time, he was terrified of what would happen if she told anyone about this. It was a small church in a relatively small town and gossip spread like wildfire. By this time tomorrow the entire congregation could know him as some kind of desperate, deranged pervert, and from there who knew where it would spread? God, what would his mom say if she found out?

"I-I'm really sorry! I know I shouldn't have done that, and I really didn't mean to, I promise."

Liza watched him for a moment, like she was considering his words. Then with a wild, playful smile, she leaned in.

"I

guess

I could forgive you..."

"Really?"

"Suuure...but only on one condition."

"W-what?" Inwardly, Jack breathed a sigh of relief, though he was careful not to let it show on his face. Liza had pulled pranks like this in the past, feigning offense or hurt feelings in order to garner some sort of apologetic token. Usually something innocuous like a soda from the vending machines or an ice cream from the nearby Dairy Queen. If he could avoid becoming even more of a social pariah by buying Liza's silence with a small treat that was well worth the cost. Of course, if he seemed

too

relieved she might up the cost of her forgiveness, so he had to be careful.

"Do it again."

"...huh?"

"For real this time."

Jack stood there flabbergasted for a few moments as Liza smirked up at him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he tried to find the words he needed. Part of his brain was still trying to make sure that he had heard her correctly, while the other was ecstatic to continue groping his shapely counterpart. With an exaggerated stretch, Liza bent over at the waist again, arching her back and presenting her ass in all its meaty glory to him. She braced herself against the wall with both hands, and looked over her shoulder at him. He could barely make out her face in the dark, but she certainly looked pleased with herself, and her eyes glittered mischievously.

"What?" Jack asked, still unable to wrap his head around what was happening right in front of him. Surely she was messing with him, luring him into some sort of trap. She couldn't actually want him to...could she? As she wiggled her ass back and forth, Jack felt his gaze following it once more feeling like he was being lulled into a trance. God, he just wanted to...

"Grab it," Liza purred, unknowingly finishing his thought aloud. "Get a real good feel of it."

Jack's hands raised up from his side like that they had a mind of their own. His palms were sweating and despite the heat he felt himself shaking with nervous anticipation. Liza's smile widened as he began to reach out for her, but he pulled back at the last second and pushed himself up against the wall.

"No...it's not right. This is so messed up. I shouldn't be doing this."

Liza rolled her eyes and wagged her ass at him again.

"Just hurry up and cop a feel, perv."

Jack's hands clenched into fists at his side and he felt his cheeks heat up in indignation.

"I'm not a perv!"

"Sure you are!" Liza's giggle filled the confined space, echoing off the cheap plastic walls and ceiling of the dome. "There's nothing wrong with it. We're all perverts. Now grab ahold of that ass you can't stop staring at."

Jack stood there, paralyzed by indecision. On the one hand, he didn't like feeling like the butt of the joke. He had been bullied by enough people in his life, and he certainly didn't need it from someone that was arguably even more ostracized in their shared circles than he was. On the other hand, that small grasp of her ass had been like the tiniest taste of heaven for him. He could still feel the impression of her cheeks against his palms, and he wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and take a firm hold of the impressive globes.

"I swear to fucking god, Jack," Liza growled, the frustration obvious in her voice. "If you don't grab me again, I'm going to lose my shit."

"Fuck you, Liza!"

"Fuck me yourself, coward!"

Jack froze again, once more stunned into silence, and Liza grinned triumphantly. She'd known him for years, and while it was true that they'd never been close, she'd gotten a good grasp of what made him tick. And one thing she knew for certain was that he did

not

know how to handle aggressive flirting or sexual remarks. Any time anyone had been the slightest bit suggestive around him, it was like his brain short circuited. She'd honestly found it cute, and seeing him tongue tied like this was a delightful thrill for her, but there was something else she wanted from him. Something he wasn't even aware that he'd shown her in the past.

"C'mon Jackie," she taunted him, knowing how much he hated that name. "Take what you want before I do."

Something in Jack snapped in that moment, his hated nickname breaking through the fog of his indecision and pushing him to take action. Part of him knew that he was playing right into Liza's hands, that she was manipulating him into doing something that she would absolutely be able to hold over his head, likely forever. But a much, much louder part of him was so fucking tired of being "good" all the time. Tired of always being worried about what people would think, what they might say. Always so careful to be around the "right" people, even when they treated him like dirt. And right now, that part wanted to do something that felt good for a change, and damn the consequences.

With a growl that came from somewhere that felt very primal, Jack grabbed ahold of Liza's ass once more, this time roughly fondling the soft flesh and luxuriating in much extra there was that his hands couldn't cover. Even with his fingers spread wide he couldn't cover the entirety of her cheeks, and he licked his lips as he groped and fondled her like a man possessed. Liza, surprisingly to him, let out a breathy moan as he started before resting her forehead against the walls of the jungle gym and pushed her hips back into his grip.

"Ffffuck yes..." she hissed as his hands roughly kneaded her ass through her shorts. His aggressive, harsh handling of her body was exactly what she was hoping for, and she felt herself gushing between her legs. She tried desperately to remember what panties she'd donned today, hoping that she'd picked out something sexy, but unable in that moment to recall. Jacks thumbs had drifted low, and were now teasing her pussy through the denim shorts with each groping motion. Liza bit down on her hand and bucked her hips lightly against his grasp.

"C-c'mon Jackie," she gasped, unable to hide her excitement. "Is that all you got?"

Another wordless growl sent a shiver of excitement through her. His hands were suddenly on the clasp of her jeans, clumsily undoing the button before yanking down the zipper. Then his fingers were in her waistband, wrenching them down her hips and thighs. As they fell around her ankles, Liza heard Jack let out a lusty groan and she bit her lip. She'd never felt so

wanted

in her life. Most of the girls at their church were slender beauties that made Liza feel like a fat cow just by their presence, and the looks most of the boys gave her ranged from indifference to disgust. But not Jack. He'd always tried in vain to hide it for whatever reason, but she'd seen him stealing glances at her for years. And those glances were always hungry, longing looks like she was something that he craved. It made her feel hot in more ways than one, and was honestly the only reason she'd bothered listening to her grandparents' demands and continued coming to church. When graduation had come, she'd been certain that they'd never see each other again, certain that Jack would be leaving this town for better things. So when she saw him tonight at the meeting for their local university's youth outreach group, she'd been more than a little surprised along with hopeful that maybe now he'd finally take what they both knew he wanted.

But nothing from the last few years could have prepared her for this moment. The wild look in his eyes, the sudden growl of his voice, the harshness of his touch, it was all more than she had ever dared to dream, and she was positively drenched with arousal. It was like he'd gone mad with lust, much like she'd been doing for years. As he pawed at her, his finger dragged along the outside of her panties, drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. Yes, this was going even better than she'd hoped it would.

"God, you're so fucking wet..." Jack groaned, her pussy leaking straight through the flimsy undergarment onto his finger. He brought the digit up to his mouth and lapped at it, getting his first taste of a woman's sex. He moaned at the musky flavor and dropped to his knees behind Liza.

"What are you doing?"

Jack slapped her ass, and she moaned loud, unable to brace for the unexpected sensation. Jack paused for a moment, and then slapped the other cheek, eliciting the same reaction. Again and again, he slapped her ass, alternating between cheeks as he abused her. And she met each slap with a lusty moan, pushing her ass out to make it an easier target for him.

"Fucking God," he gasped. "The way it jiggles is so hot."

"Shut up, perv!" Liza's face was bright red at his comment, uncharacteristic embarrassment flooding through her at the unexpected compliment. She yelped as he slapped her ass again, biting her lip as she fought to keep her breathing anything close to steady. God this was so hot. It was so much better than she'd thought it would be. So much better than her books. She hoped he never stopped. She wanted him to break her.

"You're the perv," he growled before slapping her ass again and pressing his thumb firmly into her sopping wet pussy. "You're the one dripping through her fucking panties after getting spanked. Fucking slut..."

Liza moaned again, loving the degradation. But she needed more. Needed him to go farther.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you slut?"

Liza nodded, unable to deny it. If he wanted her to be a slut, then that was what she'd be for him. She

needed

to be a slut for him. To be an object that he could take out his pent up lust and frustration on. To be

used

by him.

Suddenly he grabbed both cheeks, parting the meaty globes and fully exposing her panty-clad pussy to his sight. She could feel his hot breath on the outside of her lips, and let out another shuddering gasp. When his tongue touched her, she saw stars and had to bite her tongue to stop from screaming out loud. He pulled her panties to the side and she felt him lick along her slit, painfully slowly. It was a clumsy, unintentionally teasing stroke that barely parted her outer lips, but she still collapsed to the ground and let out a desperate, needy moan.

"Ffffffuck, Jackie!"

Another slap on her ass that turned into an almost painful grope, his tongue still slowly exploring her folds, savoring the taste of her.

"Stop fucking calling me that," he growled into her pussy, his tongue tauntingly close to her clit.

"M-make me, fucker!"

Jack's assault paused, and for a moment Liza worried that she'd gone too far. Just as she was about to take it back, he dived full force into her snatch, wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. His tongue found her clit at last, and he lashed her from button to entrance. He plunged his flexible muscle into her hole, tongue fucking her for a moment before he returned to attacking her clit. Liza's words died in her throat as one lurid moan after another was forced out of her. Jack used the sounds she made to help him zero in on her most sensitive spots and drove her wild. When she tried to pull away, desperate to escape the overwhelming pleasure for even a moment, he released her cheeks, burying his face in the jiggling orbs as he attacked her with renewed fervor. His arms wrapped tight around her thighs, pulling her close and preventing her escape. Her feet flailed behind him, having kicked her shorts off at some point in the encounter.

Unable to escape, Liza's hands clawed the ground, wordless moans of ecstasy carrying outside the plastic hut into the quiet of the night. Under any other circumstance they might have been nervous about making so much noise outdoors, but in that moment they were both far too focused on what Jack was doing with his mouth. Liza's hips bucked back against him, her ass clapping around his face as she writhed and convulsed under his increasingly effective cunnilingus. Her breasts and face pressed into the dirt, drool running from her gaping mouth as she cried out her pleasure into the night.

"Fuck you taste so fucking good," Jack moaned into her cunt, prompting an involuntary press back against him. "And you're dripping everywhere."

"Fff-ffffuckk-kkk! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Jesus Christ! What the fuck! Oh fuck! I'm so...I'm gonna...Fuck!"

Jack kept eating Liza's pussy like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Each cry of pleasure guided his tongue and Liza felt her mind going blank as her vision started to narrow. The pressure was building steadily, and she could already tell that it was going to be a bigger climax than any she'd ever given herself. Her fingers dug harder into the dirt and she tried to pull away, unwilling to let the sensation end, terrified of the impending eruption, and hoping desperately that he wouldn't let her escape. Jack didn't disappoint.

Gripping her legs tight, Jack dove full force into her pussy, as if he sensed what was coming. His lips and tongue attacked her with reckless abandon, lapping and sucking at her lips, clit, and entrance. His tongue delved inside, finding her G-spot over and over, and he drank deep of her heavily flowing nectar.

"Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! FUCKING...I'M FUCKING...CUMMING!"

The scream that came out of Liza's lips sounded like something from a horror movie and her entire body seized as Jack brought her over the edge at last. Her breathing stopped, and her vision went white as stars exploded in her mind. Electric jolts of pleasure raced between her pussy and brain before travelling to her entire body. Joints locked, muscles tensed, and body began to spasm. But Jack didn't let up. When she tried to drag herself forward to escape his tongue, he pulled her back into it. When she tried to beg him to stop, his ministrations turned her words into helpless cries of agonized pleasure. And then, just when she thought she might pass out, another climax hit her.

Fresh on the heels of the first, Liza hadn't even noticed it building. But as it overtook her, her eyes rolled back and she felt something gush out of her. Part of her was aware of the sound of fluid hitting the ground behind her, but she barely heard it over her own screaming. If anyone was even on the same street as the church, they would likely think they were hearing a murder, but Liza couldn't care. In that moment, she wasn't entirely certain that she wouldn't die. She'd never cum like this before, and she felt like her brain was frying under Jack's relentless assault. All of the strength in her body seemed to melt away with her latest release, and she collapsed limply on the ground in front of Jack. He'd finally released her legs, and so she laid, spread eagled on her belly, gasping for air and fighting to maintain her consciousness. How much time had passed? She couldn't even begin to guess and a deeply satisfied feeling was settling over her body.