California Diaries: German Exchange

Rolling waves of electric pleasure gripped my body in a battery of assault that seemed perpetual. Feeling like it would never end, I lost myself in its grip and fell forward clinging to her body. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had without penetration. Eventually when it subsided, I slapped Britt's ass twice more and pounded her with fury. My voice thick with lust and breathless with exertion, I commanded, "Take this dick, you whore! Look... you are taking every inch. I want you to ruin this carpet until it looks like you went through the car wash with the top off. Do you hear me, slut? I said cum. Cum for me, now."

With the combination of my verbal barrage of sexual filth and the size of my dick pounding her insides, Britt began to cum uncontrollably. She gurgled, and then screamed with shaking violently. I pulled the magnificent cock from her juicing slit and the sheer size seemed to suck her squirt from her pussy. A powerful stream coated my dong and splashed down all over my legs in a warm flood. To drive her deeper over the edge, I slapped her squirting pussy with the gooey head of the dildo. Grasping it around the thick base, I let the weight of it fling up and smack her clit. It splashed and made wet thick thwacking noises that competed soundly with the voracious screams expelling from her mouth.

Falling to her side, I couldn't help but smile; she sounded as though she were speaking in tongues. Not finished, I needed one more orgasm to fulfill my lust, so I unhooked the strap-on. Holding the giant phallus in my hand, I realized I could not wait on Britt's recovery. The size was just too tempting, and my need was too strong; I craved it inside me.

Lifting one foot up on the bumper, I aimed the slick dong's head between my slick folds. It wasn't an easy task, but I pushed firmly and consistently upward until I felt it split my labia. My inner walls began to stretch as its bulk made its way inside me. Immediately, it became apparent to me why Britt had made such a fuss over the generous size of this toy. I had never accepted girth like that before, as such it then became a quest; a challenge I couldn't back down from. Taking several thick heavy breaths, I gave it mighty shove and the dong parted my insides, creating space that I never knew was there. While there was pain associated with this extensive expansion of my walls; the intense full feeling it provided drove my lust over the edge.

Just as I was about to push the rest inside myself, Britt huffed, "Let me get that for you. I would love to turn that pussy out for you. Would you like that? You want me to fuck you with that monster?"

I was mute in my struggle to accept the massive rubber dong, but Britt could see the desperation in my eyes. She knew implicitly I needed that fat hog all the way in me. Down on her knees underneath me, she took the rubber dick from my hands. Just trying to maintain my balance, I held onto the top of her head. She placed her palm up under the base and wasted little time in pumping it.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ohhhh. I don't know if I can..." I stammered, my body struggling to accept her thrusts.

Halting my whimpering, the sensation suddenly turned from pain to sheer pleasure. My mouth hung open and I gripped Britt's head as though it were a life raft. My chest heaved as the intensity was forcing me into hyperventilation. The thumping wet noises could be heard as the dong worked its way in and out, warning me that I was very close.

A desperate tone was prevalent in my voice as I guided her, "Oh fuck... fuck... twist it! Fuck me harder and twist it!"

Letting loose, my grunt came out in a long measure until it almost turned into a growl. My skin felt tight as a drum, while my insides were energized like they were exploding outward from within as my orgasm racked my body. I continued to cum until my convulsion like quivering caused me to fall off the dong and into the back of the jeep. I had no sense of my faculties, but I was aware that Britt was licking my juices off the dildo with the leisure of a satisfied cat. She loved cum, and she would not allow our new toy to be messy. I was slightly envious as I would have loved to have shared some of it.

Suddenly, we heard a noise in the background causing Britt to jump up and exclaim, "What the fuck was that? We better get out of here! Don't worry about getting dressed until we get somewhere else."

We scrambled our way into the Jeep; away from any danger, perceived or real.

"What on earth could be so urgent you are willing to drive around naked?" I complained as I climbed up over the seats and fell into the passenger side.

I was reluctantly amused as Britt rambled off smartass responses to my query, "There is an orgy and the last one there is on cleanup duty? Uh... it's laundry day and I have been lazy? How about this early heat we are having?" She shoved my shirt into my hands and finished by saying, "Put on your shirt if you are so worried. I thought I heard a noise back there, and I didn't want to get caught."

Smiling at her antics, I threw my shirt on wondering briefly where my bra might be. After pulling on her own shirt, she quickly fired up the engine and tore out of the back lane in a cloud of dust. Tires spinning in their urgency, we looked at one another in our varied states of undress and laughed. I reached over and slipped my finger in between her slick soft thighs scooping up a thick dollop of her nectar; I sucked it off leisurely while making a soft cooing sound of approval. She tasted perfect, sweet with a hint of salt.

"Babe, do you wanna come over? My parents are out of town for the weekend," I asked assuming she would head to her house automatically, so we could fuck in the relative quiet of her house. My house was always such a zoo with my two older sisters coming and going with boyfriends and friends. As such, Britt's house despite her parent's overbearing religious attitudes tended to be our safe zone. The raw vibrating noise of a cell phone going off jarred us both as I scrambled around looking for the source.

Britt was strangely quiet before she cleared her throat and said, "Um... so about that... I promised Brad I would go to his house for a cookout with both our parents'. There is no way I can back out, Kristie. Brad really wants me to be there and said it was important to him. Now, my parents are going too. I think he is starting to get suspicious of us. Please, believe me, I would rather be with you."

"Yeah, ok... hold on." I said while I was bent over, fishing around in the backseat looking for the offending phone. Once I found it, I realized it was mine and I saw on the lock screen that I had a series of messages and missed calls from Josh. Groaning aloud, I opened my phone and went straight to my messages.

In all caps, Josh had sent one plaintive text after another, all were escalating as his apparent frustration and anger took over.

"HEY GURL, U PICKN ME UP??"

"WHERE R U???"

"WE HAD PLANS!"

"COME ON, U COULD ANSWR YR PHONE."

"I DON'T NEED TO WAIT ON YR ASS ALL DAY. ANSWR YR PHONE!"

"U KNOW WHAT? FUCK U! THIS IS THE LAST TIME. I HAVE BETTER THINGS 2 DO THAN WAIT FOR U TO FINISH BRAIDING BRITT'S TWAT HAIR LONG ENOUGH TO ANSWR YR FUCKIN PHONE!"

"O IN CASE IT WASNT CLEAR THIS MEANS WE R DUN."

Lastly, his messages were summed up with one simple word that made it clear there was no point in responding, "BITCH!"

Despite my lack of any real feelings for Josh, I couldn't help but feel terrible. My mouth was hanging open, and Britt looked over at me with concern edging her expression as she asked quietly, "What's up, babe? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Squaring my shoulders, I tried to put on a brave front when I replied, "Well... it would appear that Josh has broken up with me. I mean... I can't really blame him, can I? I have been a pretty shitty girlfriend, even if he is a jerk."

"Maybe, but it's pretty damn lame to lose you in a text message like that." Britt said in defence of me.

"Yeah, I guess, but I forgot we had plans and I ignored all his calls and texts. I think he might have been within his rights. Ugh... why does this feel so shitty? It's not like I loved him or even really liked him. Can we please just go hang out at my house? I don't really want to be alone right now."

Britt looked sad as she responded with regret thick in her tone, "Baby, I can't... any other fucking time... you know I would choose you, but I have been promising Brad to do this cookout for weeks. You know how our parents are. I am worried if I stop dating him then they will start interfering more and policing us. They love him... they think we are going to get married. The fact is, I haven't been real great to him lately either. It's all for the greater good, until we leave for college and we can be together."

I couldn't say definitively what it was that came over me. Desperate in my need for her comfort, I felt the heated balm of my anger soothe over the pain and indignation threatening to take me over, as I lashed out, "Whatever, Britt. You are always saying, 'later when we are in college... Later... when we can be together... Later... when all this is over...' but you are 18 and your parents have this tight grip on who you date now, so then why would that change when we get to college? Think about it! For once, think it fucking through. You will still have to pretend to be with Brad... you will still have to have suppers and suck his dick... but you probably don't mind that last part."

Tears sprung to Britt's eyes, as she kept her steady gaze on the road and she quietly responded with emotion choking her voice, "Whoa Kristie, you know it isn't that easy. You are so lucky; your parents don't watch your every action and give you God's not so subtle opinion on your lifestyle. I can't be out to them or we will be over. They will ground my ass until graduation. Ugh, they suck, but I can't just run away either. They aren't all bad; they are my parents and I love them. I know it just sounds like I am selling you empty promises, but I swear someday we'll be able to be together. Just don't give up on me."

My anger was assuaging my pain and I retorted briskly, "Ugh, I know Britt. Don't bother worrying about me. I understand it... I really do. Just drop me off and go have fun with Brad."

Pulling up to my house, she tried to talk me down more, but I was stubborn and unwilling to listen as I allowed my fury to fester within myself. Gripping the door handle, I had just about opened the door when Britt cleared her throat and looked meaningfully down at my naked legs. I'd almost just stormed out of her jeep without my pants on. It should have been funny, but my sense of humour was stifled by my heightened emotion and I just felt boiling embarrassment. I grabbed my shorts from the back seat and felt what little was left of my dignity crumble as I struggled to get them on. Slamming the door, I didn't look back when I heard her drive off.

Now, I don't know what is what. Did we just break up again? I feel exhausted... I just can't write anymore... I am too upset. I will finish tomorrow.

March 15th, 2012

Dear Diary,

So, that's how that ended when Britt dropped me off. She had tears in her eyes, and I let my anger take control, so I didn't have to face the fear that I may have ruined two relationships in one day. I knew it wouldn't bother me for long about Josh. There is no way I could say the same thing about Britt. Storming up to the house, I could feel my breasts bouncing obscenely beneath my tight tank. In my haste, I had forgotten my bra in the back seat of Britt's Jeep. As luck would have it, my eldest sister Lane and her friends were all congregated around the entrance way to our house.

Lane looked at me with some concern, but chose to harass me instead of showing any humanity, "Whoa Kristie, been out earning college funds the hard way?"

Her friends all laughed. Worse, some of her male friends gave me very blatant lustful stares as I moved past them. On the verge of tears, I was at a total loss of what to say, so I just growled, "Oh, go fuck yourselves."

Lane laughed even harder and called after me as I ran up the stairs, "Why would they need to? You seem to be giving it out for free!"

Slamming my door, I crumpled onto my bed crying ugly tears of self pity and anger. In an effort to get my angst out I wrote in my diary but eventually, I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, my phone cue was full. Some pleading texts from Britt, but since none of them showed her capitulating and coming over; I ignored them. There were none from Josh, which was fine, I honestly never cared if I talked to him again. Finally, there was an interesting invite to a party from Josh's good friend, Hedley. Not such a great friend after all, if he was trying to pick up Josh's ex-girlfriend already, but I didn't care. This was exactly what I wanted; I felt the strong need to get out and drink off my blues. Hedley seemed almost surprised I accepted, and I made sure to affirm that Josh wouldn't be there.

Getting up, I felt the weight of the day's events bear down on me, but I resolved myself to shake them free for the evening. I knew I could probably fix things with Britt tomorrow, at least I hoped I could. Then I remembered where she would be tonight. Smiling and giggling at Brad's stupid jokes while they prayed to their deeply hypocritical God. It was all so unfair, why fall in love so deeply, just to have it be a nearly impossible situation? If there was a God, why would He make us fall in love just to tell us our love was unholy?

Feeling on edge, I watched for Hedley to show up; I felt the urge to drink and drink heavy. Through the window, I observed his usual bouncy, hands in pockets gait as he made his way up the driveway. It felt surreal seeing him without Josh, I couldn't help but wonder what his motivations were. Perhaps he was just trying to score on the sad chick, but I also wondered if he had been sent by Josh to arrange a surprise meeting. I sure hoped that wasn't the case. I had no interest in seeing Josh or even Brittni tonight.

I answered the door before he knocked and brushed past him in a hurry to escape my home as though that was where my misery resided. As misery will do, it followed me down the walk and to Hedley's unremarkable Chevy crossover like a dark cloud. When he opened the door for me, it became more apparent to me what his intentions were, and I was having none of it.

"Hedley, I need to make one thing clear and one thing only, this is not a date. I just accepted your invitation because tonight I needed a distraction and you provided it." I bluntly declared as we settled into his car.

"Jeez, Kristie... I... wow," he stuttered obviously shocked into verbal paralysis by my severe tone.

Feeling sympathy and maybe even some regret for my brash words, I walked it back slightly by saying, "Sorry Hedley, that was harsh... I just had a shit day. I am sure that Josh told you what happened. Do you have any beer? I could use a drink..."

"Awe, shit well... I don't want to get in the middle or nothing. He just said you two were done. I always thought you were pretty cool so I thought maybe we could go to a party together. There is this new girl there... well she is a German exchange student, Lena, I think her name is and she is hot as fucking fire. I thought maybe if I showed up with a pretty girl; she might notice me. I am sure there will be lots of beer at the party."

Looking over at him, and really seeing him for the first time since he showed up, I noticed his thick wavy brown hair was coiffed and set with a heavy amount of product. His sharp hawkish features prevented him from being truly handsome, but he was kind and sweet. Feeling regret, I reassured him, "Oh Hed, we will do everything we can to get this girl to see you. Don't you worry."

Once we arrived at the party; it was in full swing. There were kids smoking on the lawn and sipping from beer bottles in a vain attempt to appear adult and cool. Grabbing Hedley by the arm, I instructed him firmly, "Follow my lead, don't make eye contact with anyone until we at least get to the kitchen. These people are lucky we showed up and that is the aura we will put out."

Brushing past the kids on the lawn, I nodded without making any real eye contact. We pushed our way through the crowd of drunk teenagers to the kitchen. The stereo was blasting out the obnoxious stylings of Psy's Gangnem Style. By the sink, I saw Roger holding court with a group of girls, seeing me he yelled out, "Kristie! What the fuck brings us the pleasure of your company?"

I sidled up to him pushing a girl out my way, while Hedley stood slightly off to the side looking awkward. Smiling large, I responded, "I'm here to drink your beer, of course. I wish I could say it was your company, but beer has the only personality I crave right now."

Throwing his head back to laugh, he tossed me a frosty beer from a bucket of ice, and I handed it to Hedley then rubbed my fingers together to signify "keep em' coming". Passing me another beer he said not without some concern, "Kristie, you are somehow even more abrasive than usual tonight. What's up?"

Cracking my beer, I downed half of it at once, before answering, "It's been a shit day. Josh and I are done. Britt and I had a fight. You and beer are my only friends... as long as you keep me in beer." I smiled a bit at the end. Roger knew me well and could see that I was covering my feelings with my bravado.

"Sure, girl. Whatever you need." He said and passed me another beer before moving past me to reunite with his girly fan club.

Roger and I had grown up next door to each other, and while our lives had since gone in different circles since elementary school; we remained as close as brother and sister. He was a tall lanky guy with unstylish long hair and unconventional good looks. None of his features matched up, his nose was too large, his eyes too small and his lips were thick, but it all lent to his aesthetic and girls loved him. It didn't hurt that he was in a band and possessed a sense of humour and flair that few have.

Left standing with Hedley after Roger made his departure, I noticed immediately that he was on edge and nervous, so I tried to calm him down as best I knew how, "Drink your fucking beer and calm down. Now, which one is she?"

Hedley polished off his beer and grabbed another as I nodded my head in encouragement then responded, "I haven't seen her yet, but Kristie... you will know her when you see her. She is stunning. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes."

Raising an eyebrow sardonically I replied, "Oh yeah? She has long blonde hair and blue eyes and that will set her apart in SoCal?"

"Well... she has a German accent." Hedley defended himself ineffectively.

I was starting to feel a mild buzz as the beer numbed all my bad feelings and I laughed good naturedly while replying, "Ok, I will keep an eye out for a hot blonde with a German accent."

We chatted about nothing for a while as I polished off my second beer, I was feeling good, but I needed to pee, so I left the hapless Hedley alone in the kitchen. He was fidgeting awkwardly at his lapel when I left him, trying to blend into the scenery. I knew he hadn't likely a chance with this exchange student, but I couldn't help but root for the underdog and made it my mission to help the poor guy at least find the girl he was looking for.

Scanning the crowd, I saw a few friends that I acknowledged with a nod or wave. Relief washed over me as it became apparent that neither Josh nor Britt were here. It wasn't as though a part of me wasn't dying to see Britt, but a much stronger part of myself just wanted to get through the night. As I made my way up the stairs, knowing there must be a bathroom on the second floor, I noticed a couple of girls making out heavily against the wall. They were both blonde, the taller of the two had the smaller pixie type pressed up against the wall. On first glance, it appeared they were just kissing, but on further inspection I could see that the taller blonde of the two had her hand up the skirt of the smaller girl. Smiling to myself, I felt my pussy twinge with arousal at the bravado of these two girls. Passing by close to them, I overheard the taller blonde say in a German accent, "That is good, ya. Cum here on my hand. Make a mess with all the people around."