Just To Fuck

She came over just to fuck, she said. There is a reason I like her, after all. She’s wearing a dress. She never wears dresses. It’s for easier access, she tells me. I push her up against her truck and kiss her, hard. Her mouth opens to welcome my tongue and lips to hers and she immediately thrusts her hips towards mine. I waste no time on extended foreplay and my hand moves up her dress to find her her pantiless and dripping wet already. She wasn’t kidding about wanting to fuck. She responds to my touch almost immediately and my fingers slip easily inside of her. She moans immediately upon being penetrated and her cunt can’t decide whether to spread wider for me or to grip tightly to the fingers that are already inside.

I can get her off in minutes; I know what she likes. My fingers curl upwards, finding the magical spot that makes her scream. Only she doesn’t scream, since we’re still in my driveway and we don’t want to alarm the neighbors. Instead, she bites my lip, hard, and moans into my mouth. She starts grinding on my hand almost frantically, and my fingers are as far inside of her as they will go. All it takes is me whispering in her ear, “You’re such a fucking slut, showing up here with nothing under your dress. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking you, didn’t you? Is this what you wanted?” She comes while I’m still talking into her ear, shaking, almost spastically against me. Her pussy clenches my fingers and I can feel her gush down my hand, and feel her cunt juices dripping down my arm. I remove my fingers from her wetness and make her clean them off with her mouth. When she’s done, she rests her head for a moment on my shoulder to catch her breath and I hear a small little whimper come from her. And then she kisses me sweetly, giggles, and shyly says, “Hi, beautiful,” and then, quietly, “Thank you.”

But I’m not done with her yet. In fact, I’m nowhere near done with her. I take her hand in mine, the one that’s still covered in her, and lead her into the house. My dad takes no notice of his daughter walking hand in hand with the pretty girl as we head into my bedroom. I hadn’t planned on us being here, in my room, and my newly cleaned toys are on my bed. Her eyes light up at the sight of them, and with a twinkle in her eye tells me that she is going to fuck me with one of them later. Yes, but that was later. Right now, I still have plans for her. I want to taste her, I want her to come with my mouth on her, to look up at her writhing in pleasure above me.

The minute the door closes behind us, I pull her dress over her head. She is sans panties AND sans bra. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She’s slender and delicate, with small breasts that just barely fill a B cup. In an instant I’m on her again, hungry for her mouth and her body and her touch and her entire being. My clothes are off in a matter of seconds, as I fumble with my shirt while she reaches for my pants. She’s still wet from her first orgasm and I can smell her cunt and I want her even more. We fall onto the bed, and I immediately move down her body to find her wet pussy with my mouth. It’s been a matter of minutes since we entered my room, and everything is moving so fast. This isn’t the sweet, gentle sex that we normally have. This is raw, passionate, hungry, desperate fucking.

I’m gentle with her clit, because I know just how sensitive she is after she’s already gotten off once. It’s not hard to send her over the edge again. She tastes sweet yet tart all at once, and I absolutely love it. She’s already moaning, back arched, twisting her nipples between her fingers. Looking up at her like that sends shockwaves to my clit and I know that I am soaking wet. Her moaning is increasing in both volume and frequency and I slip my fingers back inside her. I wasn’t sure it was possible for her to be any wetter than she had been earlier, but apparently I was wrong. The penetration elicits a gasp from her, and she begins moving against my hand, against my mouth, helping me push her to that point of no return.

But I know exactly what will get her there. I slip one finger inside her tight little asshole and her reaction is immediate and intense. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” She’s forcing herself against my face as hard and as frantically as she can, and with my mouth on her clit, two fingers in her pussy, and one finger in her clit, she comes again. She soaks my hand and my face and my bed, moaning and cursing, then whimpering as the throbbing begins to subside. Before it stops completely, I curl my fingers in her cunt again, and let my tongue gently caress her clit. I can feel her hips buck again as she climbs slowly back up towards another orgasm. It doesn’t take more than 15 seconds before she releases again, moaning and cursing, and again the whimpering when she starts to come back down. She covers her face with her hands and whispers into them, “Holy shit.” But there’s no lull in the action for long because seconds later, she’s decided that it’s my turn and flips me onto my back without so much as a warning. The twinkle in her eye is back.

She kisses me, and I know that she can taste herself on my mouth. She doesn’t seem to mind, because she kisses me for a long time. It’s sweet yet passionate all at once. She moves her mouth down to my nipples, knowing that if she works them right, it’s all she has to do to make me come. She sticks two fingers in my mouth while she works my nipples, fucking my mouth with her fingers while biting my nipples with her teeth. She bites hard and I moan, feeling the wetness from my cunt beginning to drip down my thighs. The room now smells like a mix of her pussy and mine. She moves her mouth to my other nipple and begins twisting and flicking the one not consumed by her mouth. My hips thrust upwards, practically humping the hair while she works my nipples perfectly while continuing to fuck my mouth with her fingers. I start to come and she knows it, and shoves her fingers as far down my throat as she can, gagging me as I come, which only intensifies my orgasm.

She moves further down, licking my cum from my thighs before moving up to suck hard on my clit. She’s only down there a minute or two when she stops and grabs something next to her on my bed. “I told you I was going to fuck you with this.” I don’t even have to look to know what she’s holding. She’s holding my Pure Wand. Without even needing to test my readiness with a finger, she inserts the largest end of the wand into my cunt, and I immediately spread to accept the toy. It slides in smoothly and hits my g-spot instantly. “Oh, fuck.” She doesn’t start slowly at all, and fucks me hard with the curved steel. The coolness of the metal is warming to match the heat of my pussy and with each thrust my wetness is audible.

She spreads the top of my cunt lips open, fully exposing my clit and begins working it with her finger while continuing to fuck me with the toy. I’m going to come again, and I’m going to come hard. I can feel my pussy grab tightly onto the toy and it feels like the upper wall of my cunt pushes back against the toy, releasing a gushing wave of liquid as my pussy throbs. I come with almost a squeal, as the intensity of it catches me off guard and is almost too much. She lets me come down before removing the toy from my pussy, another pool of cum following the toy out of my cunt. I’m lying in a mix of my juices and hers and she comes and puts her head on my shoulder and kisses my cheek.

We lay there for a while, content in post-coital bliss and the comfort of being in each other’s arms. She would spend the night if she could, she says, though we both know that is not a possibility. My parents do not approve of my sapphic activities and forbid it in their house. Clearly, I don’t listen well. We both dress ourselves and I take her hand and lead her out of my room. My dad takes no notice of his daughter walking hand in hand with the pretty girl as we head to the front door. He is completely unaware of what just went on behind my closed door. I walk her to her car and again we kiss, neither one of us wanting to break the kiss first. And she leaves, and I am both satisfied yet saddened.

She texts me the next day. “You topped the fuck out of me last night!” I laugh and respond with, “Yeah, well so did you.” Because it’s true. I did. But so did she.