Just Divorced, Looking for Dick (Patreon)

The last few months had been awful for me. I found out that my husband was cheating on me. Or rather, he was cheating on his actual wife with me for over 15 years. We never really got married; he said that he didn't believe in it… You know what? It doesn't matter. He cheated, and we're divorced in my book.

The worst part was that we used to have sex at least three times a week. And I missed it dearly. Not him, just the pleasurable bits. The rest of him can rot in hell.

So I decided to do something I never did in my youth. Go bar hopping in search of a penis to use on a one-night adventure. And I got it, but not the way I had imagined it.

For weeks I tried to convince myself to go hunting, and for weeks I chickened out. But the night came when the emptiness between my legs was stronger than my shame. I put on a sexy strapless dress I bought to go partying with my ex; it still had its tags on.

I actually struggled with one decision, which type of underwear, if any, I would wear. I looked at myself in the mirror for the longest time, trying on different pieces. But I spent the most time between outfits. I loved seeing myself naked. My body was fit and tight. Never having had children, my breasts were still firm and perky, and with a nice set of 34Cs, I still made heads turn in my early forties. I had always loved my nipples, large and hard almost on command with a tiny areola that allowed me to wear deep cleavage without fear of a slip.

I had just shaved my pussy clean for this occasion; my ex loves a bush, so it was an act of rebellion and independence. A bit of meat hung from my lips, probably thanks to all the activity it got over the years, but it was still a pretty thing to look at.

My ass was tiny and firm, round and bubbly. I smacked it and let out a small moan. I didn't know I was so ready for some action. As I admired my long, toned legs, my hand went to my pussy and I slid a finger between my lips. I had never masturbated in front of a mirror, and the idea seemed exciting.

But I had a mission that I couldn't complete if I lingered too long there. Still, I indulged for a bit; I let my finger slide up and down my slit, grazing my clit on every pass. My left hand went to my tits, smooshing them together and pressing on my nipples. I moaned again, louder, and I knew I had to stop or I wouldn't leave my room all night.

I slipped my purple dress on and decided on not wearing any underwear at all. My tits didn't need it, and my pussy looked too good to be caged like that.

When I got into my Uber, the driver seemed more interested in my breasts than in the road. I took the little compliment, but he was old and obviously married. Also, my night was just starting, and I needed some liquid courage to go through with my first-ever one-night stand.

I got to my bar of choice. The kind of place my ex would avoid, a loud place with dancing and flashing lights. I loved it.

The barman was nice and immediately gave me the glass of red wine I asked for. I walked towards the dance floor, and a guy cut me off. "Aren't we fancy tonight? What kind of wine are you drinking? Would you mind sharing a bottle with me?"

He was taller than me, and that's no easy feat, with me being almost six feet tall, and he had almost one foot over me. With a chiseled jaw and a nice smile. He looked like he hit the gym too. But he was wearing a purple shirt. Almost the exact shade of my dress, and I couldn't take it, because somewhere in his closet my ex had a shirt just like that; it was the match to my dress and the idea of sharing the matched outfit with a stranger made my stomach turn.

"Sorry, no. I'm a lesbian," I replied. I think I got that line from a Sex and the City episode. It worked. He gave me an annoyed look but walked away.

I started dancing, and my dress seemed to be riding dangerously high. I spent some time dancing and pulling my dress down, but trying to move sexily while holding the glass and preserving my decency became too much, and I gave up.

Walking back to the bar, I bumped into a guy in his thirties. He was blond with what looked to be gray or green eyes. He caught me before I fell, but my glass couldn't be saved.

"Easy there! You don't want to end up on the floor, do you?" he said. I was immediately smitten by his deep voice.

"No. Not here anyway," I replied, and he smiled at me.

He helped me up and kept his hand on my waist. I let him. It felt nice, warm, and intimate. Maybe this was it.

"Let me get you another glass of wine; it's the least I can do after making you drop it. What were you drinking?" he said. Once again his voice made my legs weak.

"I'm not saying no to that, but I'll let you surprise me," I replied, leaning closer to him.

"I like the sound of that."

He waved at the server and said something to his ear, and he went away.

"So, what was it?"

"A surprise, as you requested," he said.

"So, what brings a lovely young lady to this place? Are you here with friends?"

His ass-kissing was painfully obvious, but it was actually working.

"I'm actually waiting for a friend; it's her birthday, and we're going to party all night," I said. Years of hearing about stranger-danger rang in my head, and I figured it was a good idea to have an exit strategy.

At that moment I regretted not bringing a real friend along. I just wasn't sure any of them would approve of my plan to use and dump a random guy.

"So, all I have to do is pray that your friend stands you up so we can keep talking?"

Having figured I was almost certainly going to stay with this guy, I was about to come clean when I noticed the server walking back towards us with a drink in his hand. Next to him, sitting on the bar, I noticed a petite girl sipping on a beer. She noticed me too and gave me a smile and raised her beer. I showed her my empty hands, and held up two fingers, drank a sip of beer, and lowered a finger, then took another sip and lowered her hand and took a little bow. I smiled at her wittiness.

The server came and handed me a small glass.

"What is it?"

"An Old Fashioned. The gentleman ordered it for you."

"Surprise!"

My heart sank as I looked at the drink in my hand. It was my ex's favorite drink. He always tried to make me like it, but I despised it with all my heart long before everything fell apart.

I knew he was waiting for my reply, but I could barely breathe at that point, let alone talk. What I was sure of was that I wanted nothing to do with this guy, who suddenly was the reincarnation of my ex. That's when something wonderful happened.

"Giiiiiirl! I can't believe you made it!" It was the girl from the bar. Short, tomboyish, my savior.

"I take it this is your friend; happy birthday," the guy said and the irritation in his voice was impossible to miss.

"You know I wouldn't miss your party for the world!" I replied.

"Sorry, I have to go. Thank you for the drink!" I said as she pulled me away, back to the bar.

"I saw your face and figured you needed saving. Are you all right?" she said when we reached the bar.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine. I guess. It's just… fuck, it's such a long story."

"I hear you; no need to say it if you don't want to. Also, feel free to leave. This save came with no strings attached."

I want to think I felt obligated to give her some sort of explanation. But her carefree demeanor made me trust her right away. She hadn't even dressed for the club, or at least not how I would expect a young girl to do it.

She was wearing mid-thigh shorts and a simple white button-down blouse. It was sort of see-through. Under it I could see the shape of a white or tan bra. Uncomplicated was the word that came to my mind.

It made me curious why a young, lovely girl like her would end up alone in a bar helping strangers, but I didn't dare ask. Instead I opened myself to her.

"The short version is I have this ex, and his drink of choice was this," I said as I slammed the glass on the bar. "And it just… felt wrong to accept it. Maybe I overreacted."

"Who in the world invites a girl an Old Fashioned? Girl, you had every right to walk away," she said.

"Right!?"

"You strike me more like a margarita kind of girl, at least for a bar. I bet in your house you make a mean gin & tonic."

"I guess you read me right," I replied, and she was already waving at the bartender.

Soon I had in my hand a delicious frozen margarita, and she was drinking another beer.

"Thanks for the save, you're amazing."

"I know. So, what brings you here tonight looking like a sexy grape?" she asked, and we both laughed.

"Honestly? I'm looking for some rebound sex. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm just here to save girls from the wrong guys. So I take it you and Mr. Old Fashioned went through a nasty breakup?"

"The nastiest. Fifteen years that ended in a life-shattering revelation: he was married all along. I know, my life is a cheap soap opera, and I'm the main character with the long name and ample cleavage," I said and took a large gulp of my margarita, which made my brain freeze.

I hunched forward, and she put her hand on my bare back. Her touch felt electric, and my nipples got hard immediately. I guess no one had really touched me like that for the longest time, and my body ached for attention.

After I recovered, her hand slipped from my waist into my hand. I instinctively held her hand as we talked.

"So, what's up with the walking bruise getup?" she asked, looking at my dress.

"Oh, aren't you ready to stir up all the bad memories tonight?" I asked, and she got the sarcasm right away. "This was a brand-new dress I'd bought to wear on our fifteenth anniversary. That was a month ago. He had a shirt the same color; we were going to be a smarmy couple, dressed to match. Then all hell broke loose, and I decided this was the right outfit to lose to a stranger's cum overload."

She stared at me for the longest time, just blinking slowly every now and then.

"Sorry, was that TMI?" I asked.

"Yes, I mean, no. I just didn't expect to hear the words 'cum overload' from you," she replied, and we laughed once more.

"So, are you still on the lookout for a cum donor to glaze your grape costume?"

"I might give another guy a chance, but honestly, it's not turning out to be as exciting as it was in my head. Or as it looked in Sex and the City," I replied, and we clicked our drinks.

"So, Sex and the City… exactly how old are you?"

"Old enough to know you can watch old shows on streaming, duh."

"Fair enough, so, do you see any potential candidates? Or do you want me to play matchmaker?"

"Why don't we both look for a match right now, from where we stand, and see if we agree," I replied.

"Deal!" she said and stood on the footrest of the stool trying to match my height. We both took a while looking around. "Got one!" she said.

"Me too. Who do you see?" I asked.

"Tall guy on the far left. Black, bald, built like a fridge. I bet you he has a huge one."

"I saw him; his huge one is what scares me," I replied.

"Ok, so, we're looking for someone with a small dick, got it," she said, and we both laughed.

"NO!" I shouted almost too loud. "Nothing like that; it's just. Look, I spent fifteen years receiving the same… sausage. I don't think I can take a salami, if you catch my drift." 

She bit back a laugh and said, "Look, you don't have to fuck him; just go over there and ask if he has a light."

"I don't smoke." 

"And you don't have a cigarette, and you can't smoke in here. It's just a silly reason to start a conversation. Go on, talk to your potential salami!" she said and pushed me towards her pick.

"Hey, um, do you happen to have a light?" I asked and did the thumb-flicking motion that went with the question.

He looked at me, confused, and shook his head.

I was at a loss. I had no idea what to say next, and he seemed as oblivious as I was. I stood there for a few awkward seconds until I had to say, "Ok, thank you," and walked away.

"Crash and burn, huh?" my new friend asked when I returned to her. She already had another Margarita ready for me.

"He's gay," I replied.

"Is that why he has his hand on that girl's ass?" she asked me. I turned to see him and laughed at myself.

"Oh, he's a gay proctologist giving her some free consultation," I replied.

"That makes sense. A proctologist who uses a salami for deep exploration." We both stopped holding back and erupted in laughter.

"I froze, all right? He said no to my question, and I didn't know what else to say, so I chickened out." 

"Oh, my god, marriage really ruined you. It's worse than I thought. We're going to have to hire a male prostitute to manhandle you."

"That doesn't sound like a bad plan. Do you know any?"

"Actually I do, but if you were worried about Mr. Fridge's meat, then my friend is not an option. I think we'll have to stick with finding you a free hookup," she replied, and we both laughed.

She climbed onto the footrest again and stumbled a little, so I grabbed her by the waist to stop her from falling. She put her arm around me, and her skin touched mine. For a second I wished my dress had less fabric on the back so I could feel more of her soft skin on mine.

"What about that guy?" she asked, pointing at a somewhat attractive hunk. The very idea of approaching him gave me shivers in the wrong way. Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind. I was enjoying myself so much talking with my new friend. Why was I trying to get one of those guys to fuck me? Arousal be damned; I was having fun, and I would not ruin it.

"Not my type, but maybe you should go for it; let's see your technique," I replied.

"No way. I may be too much for him to handle. Besides, I'm not here to hook up. I'm just having fun."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Wanna dance?" I asked. Her face lit up, and she jumped off the stool and grabbed my hand. This petite girl was a force of nature, and she carved a path through the crowd to take us to the dance floor.

I'd danced with girls many times before. It was always the same: some playful grinding, some harmless teasing. This was just like that, but it felt hotter. Like she was getting too close to me, or maybe I was getting too close to her.

Then it happened. We were dancing together; I had one leg between hers, and we went down at the same time. We danced crouching for a bit, and my bare crotch touched her leg. My pussy was in direct contact with her knee, and I shot upright.

She stood up too and ran a finger over her knee and brought it to her nose. I couldn't really see in the flickering lights of the club, but I knew the same thing she did. I was soaking wet.

Our eyes locked for the longest time, and I hurried back to the bar in a panic, looking for my margarita. I wanted to drown my shame. I stood facing the bar as I downed my drink, and my brain froze again.

She put her hand on the small of my back, and I turned quickly. She kept her hand on my belly and asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I just, sorta forgot about my plans and… well… my wardrobe choices."

"I'd say. Look, don't worry, I don't mind. And, honestly? I think it was super hot," she said. I couldn't look her in the eye yet.

"Really?"

"Ok, look. I've never been into women. Ever. But there's something here, right?" she asked with gleaming eyes. Like a puppy asking for a treat.

"The stain on your knee agrees with you."

"Yeah, that and what's going on under my shorts."

I couldn't believe I was seriously flirting with a girl. But she was gorgeous and she was right. There was something there, and I wanted to explore it. Arousal is blessed.

"Oh, really? Do you want to show me?" I asked. "We could go to the toilet and maybe play around for a bit?"

"I'm kind of shy, not really the 'getting caught in public' type of girl," she replied and looked away.

I took her chin gently between my fingers and lowered my face toward hers.

"Wait!" she said and climbed onto the stool once more.

Our faces were almost level, and I leaned in for a kiss. She kissed back, and our mouths locked and our tongues found each other. Her hand went to my back again, but this time she slid it under my dress, and it almost reached my ass.

She broke off the kiss and said, "I love that you forgot your panties just for me."

I laughed and asked her, "So, want to go somewhere we won't get caught?"

She nodded, and, after settling our bill, we made our way out of the bar, hand in hand, kissing at every chance.

Once we were out, she suggested, "I live, like, 5 minutes away, and have the house to myself. Should we?"

I thought for a second; my house was further away, and honestly I didn't want to bring her there, to have sex on the same bed my ex and I used to make love.

"Lead the way," I replied.

We kept walking hand in hand; we stopped to make out on every dark corner we could find. 

"That's me, right there," she said. It was a nice two-story suburban house. I figured she probably shared the house with roommates, or maybe it was a sorority house. I didn't give it much thought, because she started speaking again. "Look… I… I need to tell you something, and I don't know if you'll freak out, but I need to be honest before… it gets more awkward."

My mind raced with ideas of what it could be. I immediately went to the worst-case scenario: "You're underage, aren't you?" I asked, panicked, ready to cancel the whole plan.

"FUCK NO!" she practically screamed. "No, I'm 21, just one month over, but yeah, I'm legal. No, that's not it."

I held her in my arms and kissed her lips. She pulled me close. Closer than we had ever been the whole night, and I felt something stirring between us.

"There's no easy way to say it, so I'll just say it. I'm trans. I've been transitioning for years. I've never been into girls. Ever. I didn't expect to meet you or for any of this to happen, but you showed up looking like a purple eclair and I couldn't stop myself from coming over. If you want to go away, I'll understand it, but I really hope you won't."

It took me a minute to understand it all. I would never have guessed it. But I realized that what I felt when she pulled me closer was her cock. 

She let go of me and started walking towards her house. I hurried and stood in front of her and gave her a kiss as I grabbed her cute butt.

"I'm not chickening out now. I'm up for it if you still want it," I said and felt her cock twitch. "And I think you still want it."

She grabbed my hand and we walked to her home. But she seemed nervous, looking around as we approached the front door. 

As soon as we closed the door behind us, we surrendered to a passionate kiss. I felt her hands sliding under my dress and grabbing my ass, which made her mouth move away from me. Her face was almost buried in my breasts, and I started pulling my dress down, but she caught my hand and said, "Wait, let's go to my room."

I kind of wanted to fuck her in the living room, but since she was shy, I figured getting caught by her roommates wasn't on her bucket list.

She led me up the stairs, and I couldn't help but fondle her butt as it swayed in front of my face.

I tried to pull down her shorts as we went upstairs, but she smacked my hand. "Don't be so eager; you'll see me naked very soon." 

As soon as we crossed the door to her room, I lifted my dress above my hips and was about to pull it up, but she stopped me.

"I've always wanted to have a giant grape sit on my face," she said, and I let out a chuckle. She approached the bed, and I gave her a light push. She made a dramatic landing on her bed, and I climbed on top of her.

Just as I was about to put my pussy to her lips, she said, "I've never actually done this. Tell me if I mess up."

She didn't.

She ate my pussy hungrily. I guided her a bit to focus on my clitoris, but her mouth was soft, and she was delicate exploring me.

"Do you feel that harder bit? Flick it with your tongue, suck lightly, yes like that, use your lips too. Oh, god, you eat pussy so good!" 

She grabbed my thighs, and I felt her tongue exploring more. It reached my entrance, and I said, "Slide it in, then out of me; fuck me using your tongue."

Her tongue did wonders inside me, and I started bouncing on her face, making her tongue move further. I moaned while her tongue explored my vagina. I felt that particular tingle I get when I'm getting closer. But she stopped.

She moved her head away from my pussy and asked, "Is it normal for my jaw to hurt?"

I lifted myself from her face and replied, "Only if you're doing it right. Do you want to rest a bit?" She nodded in response, and I got off her face.

"I think I'm ready to get naked. Do you want to join me?" I asked.

"Only if you let me peel the grapyness off you."

Without wasting a second, I threw my arms over my head, and she gave me an amused look. It hadn't crossed my mind that she wasn't tall enough to pull my dress over my head. She hooked her thumbs to my dress, under my armpits and pulled it down, exposing my breasts to her. 

"O-M-G!, you have amazing tits."

I grabbed her hands and put them on my tits. She played with them for a while, and she started to get a bit rough. I was loving every second of it.

"You're being a bit rough, but it's ok. I like it," I said.

She looked me in the eye and approached my chest. She took one of my nipples in her mouth and started suckling on it. I moaned in response, and she took it as encouragement, alternating between both tits.

"I thought you were getting me naked," I said.

She let go of my tit, which made a popping sound and pulled my nipple a bit harder than I expected. I grunted at the intense sensation and pulled her head back into my tits, offering her my other nipple. Then I pulled her head away, and the same popping sound and sting made me grunt once more.

When she tried pulling my dress down, it got stuck on my hips. She tried wiggling it lower, but it was useless. I had to pull it back up to unzip it. Once it was done, the dress slid off my body, and I stood naked for her.

"Naked is a better color for you than purple," she said with a smirk.

"Your turn," I said and grabbed her by the collar of her blouse. I started unfastening buttons until it was completely open. Under her blouse I found a tan bra. She had tiny, perky tits, and I wanted to see them.

She let her blouse fall to the floor. I hugged her and unclasped her bra; she took it off, and our breasts pressed together. I could feel her soft, warm skin on mine and her tiny nipples pressed hard on my tits.

My knees were getting tired from doing the courtesy crouch, so I knelt down and grabbed her shorts by the waist. She grabbed my hands, took a deep breath, and nodded.

I slid down her shorts, and under them I found her lovely panties. They were red and see-through; under them her penis looked strained and begged to be released.

"Someone was expecting action tonight!" I said.

"I wasn't; I just love wearing sexy panties… it feels good on my cock," she said. I looked over to her face, and she was blushing.

Her cock twitched, and I rubbed it over the slim fabric. "I bet it does," I said.

My mouth watered at the idea of tasting her dick. I slid her shorts down, and she stepped out of them.

"Do you like blowjobs? I've heard I'm very good at them," I said, and went back to rubbing her.

She grabbed my head and pulled it towards her crotch. I gave her trapped shaft a lick through her whole length, and she grunted.

"I guess that's a yes," I said.

I lowered her panties and freed the tip of her cock. I gave it a lick, and she grunted once more.

"Wait. I like it like this," she said and grabbed her penis and freed it through the leg opening, keeping her panties in place, but now her cock was entirely at my disposal.

Her cock was on the smaller side, with a slim head and already leaking. It was rock hard and ready for my mouth. I turned to see her and maintained eye contact as I slid it into my mouth.

My lips pressed hard against her shaft as the back of my mouth received her head. I grabbed her balls as I blew her. They felt small on my hands, but she moaned when I did.

I took her cock out of my mouth and said, "I love your cock. I'd love to make you cum like this, but I really need you to fuck me."

"Keep going; I'll stop you before it gets dangerous," she replied. It was all I needed to hear. I took her cock in once more and kept blowing her. Her shaft slid in and out of my mouth with ease, and she grunted as I did.

"Oh, fuck!" she said with a deeper voice that startled me, but I tried not to react to it, and I kept blowing her.

"Sorry about that," she said in her sweet, soft voice. In response I blew her faster, and her moans started varying in voices. I was making her lose control, and I loved it.

I was doing a porn move that my ex loved: tilting my head to one side and the other while I sucked. The noises she was making let me know she was loving it too. Suddenly she took a step back and fell onto the bed.

"Stop, give me a second; I was too close. You really are good." 

Her hand stroked slowly her cock while she talked.

"Are you ready to fuck your first woman?" I asked, and she nodded.

I climbed on top of her and aligned my pussy to her cock. I grabbed her penis and rubbed it against my pussy, and she grunted.

She slid right in me, and I started fucking her. My tits bounced around, and I had to grab them. She noticed and quickly substituted my hands with hers.

"Pinch me hard," I said, and she did, punishing my stiff nipples. I moaned and started pumping faster.

She seemed to be much more in control than she was while I blew her. She made little noise and was more focused on playing with my tits than on her own pleasure. It started to put me off feeling like she wasn't enjoying it as much.

Then I got my confirmation; her cock started to soften inside my vagina.

"Are you all right? Is this not your thing?" I asked while I ground her slowly.

"This is great, you are amazing… it's just… I'm missing something."

It took me a minute to understand what she meant.

"Can I help you?" I asked. I was pretty sure I knew what she meant.

"Are you ok with it? I mean, it's kind of weird, right?"

"If we're talking about the same thing, I'd love to. I've always wanted to do something like that."

"Could you be the one to say it?" she asked.

While we talked, I kept grinding her slowly. Her cock grew hard once more, probably excited by the possibility.

"Do you want me to play with your asshole?"

"FUCK YES PLEASE!"

I climbed off her and said, "Ok, turn around."

She did, and I found out her panties were actually a thong. Her cute butt was highlighted by a slim red piece of fabric. "You have the cutest butt; now put it in the air for me."

Her hips raised, and I had access to her backdoor.

"Do you have lube? Or should I lick it first?"

"Actually," she said, and opened her bedside table. She grabbed a lube bottle and a velvet pouch. "Could you use this?"

When I opened the pouch, I found a metallic butt plug, larger than any I've ever used. Just the thought of it made my asshole twitch.

I had used plugs on myself before, but putting it on another person was a new experience for me. And this one seemed too large for her tiny butt.

"Should I just use this? It looks too big for your cute ass."

"Yes. Just, be gentle, ok?"

As soon as she said that, I started running my middle finger through her crack. Whenever I passed her asshole, she would push her ass back, making me press on it. On one of the passes I lingered and pressed on her tender asshole. She whimpered, and her ass opened for me, allowing my finger in with ease.

Her cock pulsated and grew harder as soon as my finger was inside her. I slid my finger in and out of her for a bit. She moaned, and her cock leaked once again.

I slowly slid my finger out and her hard penis twitched. I pressed on the lube and hit her asshole, making her jerk back.

"Cold!" she said.

I ignored her and placed the tip of the plug against her asshole. She held her breath and pressed back again. 

"Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?" I asked while I pressed the toy against her backdoor.

She pushed herself back, and her asshole started opening, taking the toy slowly in. I was a little taken aback by the loudness of this tiny girl. Every now and then her voice would shift to her gravely one, only to come back to one that sounded almost too high.

"Oh, fuck, you're too thick; you're splitting me in half." I stopped pressing on the toy, but she pushed her hips further back and inserted it more. "Don't stop; I'm loving it."

That was all the confirmation I needed. She kept grunting, moaning, and screaming as the toy gaped her further every time. I loved the feeling of her body struggling to take the toy and me pushing more and more, filing her beyond her comfort.

When the toy was almost at its thickest, she said, "Wait, just a second, wait!" I stopped and saw her penis was leaking more than ever. I grabbed it, and she immediately shouted. "NO! No, if you do it, I'll cum, and I still want to fuck you; just give me a sec."

I let go of her cock and stared at the scene: this gorgeous stranger, on all fours with a buttplug half into her asshole and her leaky, rock-hard cock, waiting for her to settle down so she wouldn't cum.

My hand moved on its own and slapped her ass. I guess I used more force than I intended because she grunted and almost buckled.

"Another, please!" she said.

I slapped her again; the plug moved a bit, but I held it in place with one hand as I kept spanking her with the other.

"You're too much," she said when I stopped to rest my hand. The sight of her reddened, tiny butt was the sexiest thing.

"Fuck me good, let me feel all of you inside me," she pleaded.

I slid the toy further in, and she resumed her primal grunting. As soon as the thickest part was gone, her ass swallowed the rest of the toy, leaving only a white jewel visible.

I saw her tighten her asshole, moving the toy, and I pushed it in and slightly out. I just loved hearing her sexy noises.

"Now fuck me, I want to see you on top of me," I said.

She got up and walked awkwardly to where my dress was. She picked it up and laid it on the bed.

"Here, lie next to it, I have an idea," she said.

I lay flat on my back next to my purple dress, with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. She grabbed my legs and lifted them, putting them over her shoulders. For a split second I got an amazing view of her hard cock ready to fuck me and her perky tits. Then I saw her angel-like face that gave me the most lustful gaze ever.

She flicked my clit with the tip of her penis and then pressed herself into me.

I felt her cock sliding into my vagina, and I knew it was harder and bigger than before. I grunted in a mix of pain and enjoyment. She gasped and tried pulling out, but I used my legs to pull her back to me.

"Don't you dare; you have to fuck me until I cum."

She nodded and started pumping me slowly. I moaned while she sped up.

Suddenly she stopped and looked worried.

"You're close, aren't you?" I asked, and she nodded with shame in her eyes.

"Play with my clit, make me cum like that, but don't leave my pussy," I said.

She used her thumb to rub my clit; I had to move her hand and guide her because she was again being too rough. While she rubbed me, I moved my hips, making circles with it. I could feel her cock moving inside me.

I felt my stomach contract and my pussy tighten. I was close. And it would be massive. I let go of her hand and let her finish me, while I pressed my tits together and squeezed them.

She licked her lips and I wished she could bite my nipples while she fucked me, so I pinched them instead. That almost did it for me.

"Fuck yes, faster! Can you fuck me while you rub it?" I asked, and she pumped me a few times before my ass began shaking, along with my legs.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I shouted as a gush of squirt soaked her hand and my belly. She moved her hand away, and I immediately took over, flicking my clit, causing a second squirting. She was frozen, looking at me masturbating, with her cock still inside me.

After my orgasms I was ready to make her cum. "Where do you want to do it?" I asked while I moved my hips. She resumed fucking me slowly while looking at my dress.

I nodded and relaxed my legs, letting her go. She slid her cock off me and started jerking.

"Stop. Let me help you."

She let go of her penis, and I stood behind her. I used my right hand to jerk her while I pushed the plug with my left hand at the same time.

"OH, FUCK, FUCK!" She was pinching her nipples while I pleasured her as much as I could.

After a few seconds, her butt tensed, and I felt her cock twitch. I aimed it at my dress, and she stared as ropes of white cum flew into my purple dress, staining it.

I laughed while she turned her head around and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back and let go of her cock, which allowed her to turn fully around and embrace me. Her cock still had some cum left that stained my legs as we made out.

"Did you just pee on me?" she asked between kisses. "Don't get me wrong, it was hot, but maybe ask first?"

I erupted laughing, and she had to wait a bit until I was done.

"It wasn't pee. I squirted. Some girls do it when they're very excited, so take it as a compliment; you have a great cock."

I grabbed her penis and gave it a squeeze, and I could feel it harden under my hand.

"Someone wants some more action," I said. I bent my knees, trying to kneel down, but she pulled me back up.

"Maybe we should end it here, I…" she said. She looked nervous, and I understood the night was over for us.

"Ok, raincheck. Do you have something I could wear? You can toss that to the trash," I said, pointing to the dress.

Some light on the street interrupted us, and she froze like a deer under headlights.

"Fuck, they're here; you have to go," she said and handed me my mess of a dress.

"Who are here? Your roommates?" I asked while I slipped the dress on.

"My parents. Look, they had a hard time accepting me. If they see me with a sexy, purple cougar, they'll get the wrong idea. They cannot see you," she said and handed me my purse.

I walked to the door, but she got in my way. "No, they're almost here. You… maybe…" she said while looking at the window.

"No fucking way," I said.

"Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but I've done it hundreds of times. The tree is almost like a ladder; you can do it. Just, go barefoot, you'll break your neck with those stilettos."

I sighed and walked towards the window. I peeked out and, sure enough, there was a massive tree next to the window. It wasn't really like a ladder, but it looked easy enough to achieve.

I weighed my options for a second and decided to bite the bullet and climb down the tree like a teenager would. Another thing that wasn't on my bingo card for the night.

She opened the window and gave me a last kiss before returning to her bed. She put one foot on the bed and started pulling the plug out of her ass while she bit a pillow to muffle herself; I could still hear her clearly.

Her gaze was locked to the door. I heard voices coming from the corridor and that's when she fully pulled the toy out of her ass. The last thing I saw as I climbed down the tree was her, tripping over her pants as she scrambled to get dressed.

I focused on the climb down. I grabbed a twig that broke in my hand and I almost lost my balance. I felt the cold night breeze under my skirt and thanked god for the darkness, because it was obvious I was thoroughly exposed as I made my way down.

More than once I lost my footing and almost slid down the tree. I have no idea how many "fucks" and "damns" it took me to get to the ground but I made it in one piece, with nothing more than some light scrapes.

On my way out of her house I bumped into the trash can and a sudden urge to toss the dress invaded me. Until I realized I would be walking back home naked.

While walking in the middle of an unknown street, I couldn't help but burst out laughing from the absurdity of it all.

Then I realized I never asked her name, nor did she ask mine.