It was Spring break of my junior year in high school. My best friend was a senior, so my parents let us go to O.D. (Myrtle Beach) for the week. Unknown to them and me, on the way out of town, we picked up Alan’s girlfriend, Amber.
Alan and Amber spent the first two full days in the room fucking. In the beginning, they would wait until I was gone. When I would try to come back to the room, Alan would come to the door and ask me to give them more time. Eventually, they dropped the formalities. Amber would walk around in front of me wearing only panties, although she was totally flat-chested. (Other than that, though, she was tall, thin with great legs and a fantastic ass. I can only hope that by now she’s been able to have a boob-job. She would be a 10 with tits! Sorry, back to the story….) The two of them slept in one bed and I in the other. They tried to be somewhat discreet, but I could hear them moanin’ and groanin’. They were actually kind of funny — Amber was constantly shushing Alan, but when she came, she would scream like the room was on fire — “Oh, God!, Oh, God! Oh, God!” I can still hear her.
Of course, this was all making me crazy. Still being a young dumb-ass, I was having no luck with the ladies that week — I couldn’t have gotten fucked in a state prison. So I jacked-off a good bit. While Alan was banging the shit out of Amber, Rosie and I would quietly take care of things in our bed.
All week long, we were all three drinking and smoking a lot of pot. I think it was Thursday night and I had been out at the Galleon (a local bar). I was sort of burned out so I went to the room and went to bed. About 1am, Alan and Amber came busting in and they were really fucked up. I suspect they were doing something besides weed. Alan could hardly walk and Amber half carried him in and dropped him on the bed. While I pretended to be asleep (not that they would have known the difference) Amber got undressed in the middle of the room. She stripped down to her panties and went in the bathroom to pee — not bothering to close the door. She came back out, slipped a T-shirt on and got in bed with Alan.
I don’t really know what happened next, so I can only guess. Apparently Amber was really horny and Alan was too stoned to get it up. I could hear them rustling around and every now and then Amber would ask something like, “What’s the matter?” and later, “Are you going to wake up?” After a while, she yelled at Alan, “Well, fuck you!” and threw the blankets back and stormed to the bathroom, butt necked. She stomped around the room for a while, in and out of the bathroom, standing there with her arms crossed, glaring at Alan.
Eventually, she disappeared into the bathroom for a long time. I thought she was just sitting in there, but then I began to hear her moan – softly at first, but then that long, deep, guttural groan that let me know she had found the relief of the lonely.
Naturally, lying there listening to Amber masturbate, I had the boner of a lifetime. I had pushed my jockeys off and was slowly stroking my rod — not really trying to get off, just playing with myself while imagining Amber doing the same.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and walked over between the beds. She was facing Alan, and the light from the bathroom illuminated her fine ass, which was close enough for me to touch.
“Are you awake,” she asked Alan? He didn’t budge, but I answered, “I am,” sitting up on one elbow and tossing the sheet back. I must have scared the shit out of her, because she jumped and turned around to face me. I got my first look at what was a neatly trimmed bush. “Shit!” she said. We both froze for a minute, looking at each other. After what seemed a long minute, I threw the sheet all the way off, exposing my rock-hard cock and told her, “Come here.”
I couldn’t believe how fast things went from there. She hardly hesitated at all before climbing on top of me and sticking her tongue deep in my mouth. She wrapped her legs around mine and started humping her already-moist pussy against my left leg. I rolled over flat on my back so she could grind her clit against my hard dick. After only a couple of humps, I could feel her repositioning my penis between the lips of her vagina. She kept humping me, slowly enveloping my dick a little more with each pass.
With about half my dick in her, I grabbed her hips pushed her down onto me at the same time thrusting up into her. God, what a feeling! I still love doing that maneuver and feeling my penis bottoming-out deep into a woman. As I shoved into her, Amber sat up and straddled me. She wiggled her legs left and right, finding a spot she liked. She ground her pubic bone into mine; I suppose finding a spot where she was getting the maximum action against her clit. Although Amber was very trim, the way she sat on me with her hips rolled back made her belly stick out — a sight I found very erotic.
But as far as Amber was concerned I could have been in the next room. She just sat on top of me, rocking my penis deep inside her, with her eyes closed and alternately licking and biting her lip. But soon, she began the moaning I had heard the previous nights. The pace of her rocking quickened. Suddenly, she fell forward, breaking the fall only by putting her hands out and landing them on either side of my head on the pillow. Instead of the grinding motion to which I had become accustomed, she started bucking, letting my dick come almost all the way out of her, and then driving it deep back inside. She grunted louder and louder with every stroke, nearing her climax. I grabbed her ass with both hands and helped slam my meat into hers. Her orgasm crested as I pushed into her one last time. I held myself deep in her as she came.
By then, I was ready to pop, too. I wiggled to sit up and repositioned her legs around behind my back. Sitting up like this, face to face, when I thrusted upward, my tool when straight up into her. She was incredibly wet and slippery and I couldn’t believe the ease in which I was sliding in and out. Fucking like this, it didn’t take long for my balls to tighten a squeeze a load into her.
I flopped backwards onto the bed and she collapsed on top of me. We lay like that for several minutes, still coupled together. Eventually, she pulled me out, but laid right back down on top of me. It was really messy with my gooey wet dick sandwiched against her stomach and her slobbery puss oozing our juices onto my leg.
We must have dozed for a while, but eventually, Amber got up and went to pee. When she came back she sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, just looking at the floor. I reached over and started rubbing her back. She turned and gave me a kiss. I reached up and tried to pull her to me, but she pulled a way, and shook her head no. She sat on the bed for a minute longer before picking up her T-shirt from the floor and putting it on. Without saying anything, she stood up and crawled back into bed with Alan.
That was it between the two of us for a long time. She must have been afraid I was going to say something to Alan, but I never did. She must have really felt bad about cheating on Alan, and probably wouldn’t have done it except for being so horny and stoned. We had sex together other time, but that was a year later, after she and Alan broke up and he was away at college. Unfortunately, it we were both kinda drunk that time and it was sort of a quick fuck — nowhere near a great at that first time. But the, it never is!
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