Chad's Met His Match

"Oh no! No! She always ends up like this when we go out." We were hunched close together behind a bush, and she nestled into me. "She's a total slut." I felt Ashley's hand grab my thigh, wrapping around it so that her fingers were on the inside, and I realized I already had my arm around her. Her whole body was practically quivering with excitement. "I love watching her fuck. Ever done that? You know, from both ends?"

"Couple times." We were whispering right into each others' ears, though there was probably enough gagging and slapping coming from the clearing to drown us out even at full volume. Her breath was hot and moist against my face. "It works better anally."

"Anally?" Her grip tightened on my thigh.

"Yeah." I wondered how drunk she was. "You know. Buttfucking."

"I know what 'anally' means, dumbass." I felt her looking at me, her eyes shining at close range. "Do you do that?"

"Sometimes." Truth to tell, it wasn't my favorite thing as far as the sensation went. But the sheer nastiness of a good, solid rectal bang was definitely something to be savored. "Only if you ask me nicely," I added, flirting without even thinking.

"Fuuuck..." she sighed, and now that quivering body was on fire, attacking me, her lips and teeth devouring my ear, that clenching hand working its way straight up the inside of my leg and into my shorts. Urgent fingers groped for my sweaty balls, latching on with fierce determination as she swiveled my head with her other hand and speared her tongue hard into my mouth.

We almost lost our balance, stumbling dramatically as we groped, and of course I went right for those tits underneath that sheer top. It had been over 24 hours since Emma's mouth had relieved my nuts of a fat, heavy load, so my dick was very ready for Ashley's twat. She knew it, too. "Want to go somewhere else?" she grunted, her fingers trying to figure out how to get at my shaft from underneath.

I did. Outdoor sex was barely working for poor Heather; it was not something that was on my list, but I was responding with hot, red arousal to Ashley's sudden passion. "Say the word," I said, licking at her face, tasting her chapstick on my tongue. "I can get you back to the house in fifteen minutes, plus the time to get a cab."

"Ooh! So romantic." She was calmer now, her hand back outside of my clothes, arching her back willingly as she let me paw at her. Her boobs were just the right size, just the right shape, perfectly firm and warm inside that sheer black bra. We both started at the quivering, sighing sound that suddenly came from out of the clearing as the guy who'd been pumping Heather's pussy apparently won the race; I looked over to see the guy behind her breathing hard, Heather's head bobbing like a deranged woodpecker, her spindly arms clinging to the other guy's ass as she sucked mightily.

There was sex in the air out there, and it had infected Ashley and me like a spreading fungus. "Wait," she gasped, fumbling in her purse. "Get over here." She was fiddling with her camera app, a wild grin on her face as she lined up a dim, wavering selfie with Heather still sucking robotically in the background. I grinned foolishly, feeling freaky as I leaned down to join Ashley in the frame.

We fled just as Heather finally brought the other guy off, trusting the two sturdy men to get her back to the bar; she almost couldn't fail to get there. Hell, you could see the deck lights from the clearing, and I recognized one of the guys from the football team. He'd have to help her back; they couldn't afford the bad publicity of a freshman girl passed out in the woods.

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We were all over each other in the cab, squirming stereotypically in the backseat like you see in movies. The kind of movies they show on basic cable after midnight.

"Jesus Christ," the driver muttered in disgust; his eyes, though, were glued to Ashley's jugs in the rearview mirror. I'd gotten the bra off as soon as I could, and the see-through top did absolutely nothing to hide her long dark nipples as they grew harder. "Can't you animals wait?"

"Apparently not," Ashley said carelessly; I could hear the grin in her voice, but I couldn't see it. I was too busy pressing my face into that chest of hers, my teeth nibbling at those fat nips through the thin shirt. I tasted sweat and perfume. "We've been waiting for days already."

I was leaning painfully over, my body twisting as I tried to get my legs wide enough to let her grab my cock. She got the message, deep-sea diving for my zipper like Jacques fucking Cousteau. The driver soon realized what was going on. "Hey!" he said gruffly. "None of that shit." Ah. He had no objection to seeing Ashley's tits through her shirt, but the old bastard was drawing the line at checking out my dick. Fair enough, I reflected; I'd have done the same.

"Just get us there," Ashley said through gritted teeth, her fingers playing over my cock outside my shorts. I used the pause to haul her across the cheap vinyl seat into my side, cuddling, my hand cupping that firm young tit.

The fraternity house was still wide awake when we got there; lights spilled from every window, and even though there wasn't a party going on there was always plenty of activity on a Friday night. I was wondering about how this was going to go; I knew Ashley wasn't shy with me, but I had to imagine she'd think twice about being paraded past my brothers and their inevitable skanks with her boobs hanging out.

Of course, I needn't have bothered; Ashley Gallo was apparently as tolerant of her own nudity as she had always been of mine. She smirked at the driver, blowing him a kiss as she nudged the taxi door open; she got gracefully out of the cab, waiting for me to count out the money with a self-possessed assurance that told me the Midoris had mostly worn off. The driver took my money with raised eyebrows. "I wish you luck, buddy," he said, shaking his head. "She's going to eat you alive."

"We can only hope. Keep the change, man," I said exuberantly, laying a five and a ten into his hand; the bill had come to $14.86, and he swore at me out the window as he pulled off into the night. Pervert.

A few chicks were smoking on the porch with two of my brothers, Jeremy and Deuce. "'Sup, guys?" Ashley called indulgently as she sauntered up the steps. Her purse dangled from one hand, her bra from another. "I'm Ashley."

"Hello, Ashley!" Deuce whistled. He eyed me thoughtfully. "Very, very nice to meet you." Those boobs of hers were going to open all sorts of doors.

They'd close others, though; one of the smoking bitches looked at her with distaste. "A little cold, honey?" she asked nastily. Ashley grinned down at her.

"No, actually," she gushed, winking. "Hotter than you, in fact." A few catcalls pursued me into the house, and I felt the need to make an apologetic shrug to the offended chick, Tammy, who also had an incredible rack. She and I had had a lot of fun together, and I had no wish to endanger that in the future.

The front room of the house stank of pot smoke and shook to the bass from the stereo. I put a hand firmly against Ashley's spine, hoping I could get her upstairs quickly enough to avoid any other female entanglements. I wasn't worried on my own behalf; Ashley was a smoking-hot piece of ass, and I knew that bringing her back here would only add to my stature. Hell, I was thinking of running for house president next year; banging hot bitches was a good way to make that happen.

No, I just wanted to avoid pissing off any of the local cooze. Specifically, Britney; I had a strong feeling the two of us hadn't finished exploring each others' capabilities yet, but I also knew she and Ashley were in the same program. Chicks get jealous about shit like that. So I got her whisked toward my room as fast as I could, and not just because I wanted to avoid drama; my cock was a heat-seeking missile by that time, and I wasn't about to wait. Hell, I already had: it had been over a week since she'd caught me nude in the bathroom.

To her everlasting credit, Ashley understood that kind of haste quite well. "Babe, that shit with Heather's got me hotter than shit," she marveled, the two of us propelling each other through my door. My place was a sty, but neither of us cared; I barely had time to get a textbook off my mattress before Ashley's insistent fingers were jerking my zipper down with authority, those nipples nearly ripping holes in her top. "Well?" she inquired casually, pushing my shorts down. "Wanna fuck?" She grabbed me immediately through my underwear, squeezing hard on my dangling balls.

Not that I could talk; I was busy trying to peel off those shorts of hers. "Yes please," I murmured, shutting her up with my lips. This was a better kiss, both of us fired up and already fondling, and with privacy assured once I kicked the door shut behind me. She responded with hunger, our tongues jousting, and with a gasp of triumph I finally got those shorts off. Her thong, bright green, was already soggy.

Down we fell, collapsing onto the bed like a retired Vegas casino under the terminal influence of explosives. I landed on top, driving the wind out of Ashley and forcing a brief squeal; she recovered at once with the determination of the truly horny slut, arching her body to gain room to rip both our shirts off. Then, back in control, she shoved me off her so that she could get me naked.

"Let's see that twisted little penis of yours," she snickered, wasting no time getting my boxers down. She had a hard time maintaining her focus once I got two fingers past her thong and into the greasy, lava-tube vag she was hiding in there, but she stayed lucid enough to pause a moment and take in the hard cock that awaited her. "Honey," she smiled thickly, the room already starting to stink with the rich smell of her pussy, "you've got nothing to worry about."

"Nothing?" I grinned now, subtlety gone on both sides, my fingers soaked. "I'm going to fuck you like a San Francisco whore."

"Promises, promises," she sneered, reaching down to shove her thong off. I'd felt nothing in there but rippling skin, but I'd been wrong: a clipped little line of hair wisped straight up from her long, dripping snatch. My god, but she looked glorious naked: she lay back on my stinky mattress, displaying herself, my fingers busily stirring at her twat. Her tits didn't even droop sideways much, those nipples aching for me, her lip curled into a snarl. My dick wasn't going to wait long.

In fact, it wasn't going to wait at all. I ripped my fingers out with a brothy squelching noise, scooping her right knee with my left elbow and jamming that leg painfully up. In the same motion, I rolled on top of her, my dick knowing exactly where it wanted to go, and in a nicely synchronized move (if I do say so myself) I entered her slit and grabbed her left boob at the same moment.

That moment of entry is always something to savor, especially with a new filly. We both spasmed, clenching, our muscles tight; I don't think I'd ever grasped anything as hard I clutched that firm, solid titty, wrenching at it as my cock slid all the way into her oozing snatch; she drove herself down my filthy mattress to smash herself against me, that left leg of hers snapping up and around my ass like one of those Indiana Jones bullwhips. It felt like my dick was on fire: wet, slippery fire.

My breath caught, and I'm not ashamed to say I lost myself completely in those huge, glistening violet eyes of hers. "Holy shit, you're absolutely beautiful," I found myself raving, very uncharacteristically; I didn't usually waste time with that kind of thing. She was grinning now, blissfully, her intense need staved off by my dick in her pussy. Those eyes took on an unfocused, squinty look; I felt her lush body move beneath me, and those full lips frowned a bit before her whole face brightened.

"In case you're curious, Chad," she said softly, her fingers whimsically circling my nipple, "the answer is no. Your dick-curve doesn't affect function." She twitched then, down below, those pussy walls squeezing me like a fist as a slow, devious smile played at the corners of her mouth.

I kissed her again. "I could stare at your fucking eyes all night long, babe," I told her, truthfully. She arched her eyebrows, then her smile turned cynical for a second.

"Purple eyes are like red hair," she pointed out. "Guys want to fuck both." She knew that would make me think of my Jules, with that thick ginger bush of hers, and she watched me closely. She shouldn't have worried.

Julia wasn't here.

I pulled out, my ass rising high beneath her leg, and then shoved in hard. I enjoyed hearing her gasp as I drove her into the sheets, the cheap bedsprings whining. I tried a few more thrusts, varying angles and speed, and she took each one like a prostitute; her arms soon joined her leg around my back, the other leg tensing and relaxing against my bicep. She wanted me close, body to body, and soon our sweat was flying off in all directions.

"Fuck!" She was an expressive one, was Ashley; she rolled her eyes, spluttering random syllables. "You like that? You like that cunt, Chad?"

"Oh my God." I had to pull out; ashamed, I backed my ass off, my dick hanging low and vibrating like a fiddle string, quivering outside her gaping slash. Shit. I'd been about to blow my load. This woman was something else: ten thrusts, and I was about to let loose in her shuddering little pussy. She arched an eyebrow, her nose touching mine.

"What's the matter, Chad?" she taunted. "Am I too much for you?" She sucked my tongue into her mouth, her vag questing for my meat. A wry grin tore the life out of me.

"Calm down, you little slut," I muttered. No way would this bitch get the better of me. I just needed to reset for a second, that's all. "You ready?"

"More than you are," she laughed, breathing hard. I wasted no more time, squaring up and jamming my length back into her with no resistance at all. "That's better," she mocked, thrusting along with me, her hips swinging up with a competence born of long experience. "You were about to shoot it in me. After, what, one minute?" She laughed again, her tits jiggling pleasantly with each thrust. "I hope you fuck Julia better than that."

"Shut up, bitch." I'd found my groove now, my body moving in its usual smooth, tight motion. I'd done scores of chicks from on top; I knew what I was doing. Without warning, I dropped my hips and thrust upward to scrape against her g spot.

"Yup." She grinned wide, her teeth shining in the dim light coming in from around the door. "That's the way. Do me properly, moterfucker, or I'll buy a strap-on and fuck you up the ass."

"That'll be the day," I chuckled, back in control, my body humming with lust. I heard and felt our bellies slapping loudly, our sweat-greased arms tangling. "You want to take over, or you just going to lie there?"

"Shit." She delivered a kick with that powerful left leg. "On your back, lover." I obeyed, slurping my dick out and flopping over with my hands behind my head. She squatted for a moment, licking her fingers and running them up and down her cooze. "The less I touch your disgusting sheets, the happier I am."

"Hey now." My dick was hard and long, pulsing in the air, her juices glistening along its entire length. "Sit and spin, you hot bitch." She laughed loudly, musically, her fingers slipping around my cock like they belonged there. Keeping those fantastic eyes fixed on me, she stooped down and gave me a long, thorough suck. I groaned. "You like tasting your pussy on my fat dick?" I demanded.

"You know it," she grunted, taking me deeper. I felt her throat parting, catching, then widening to let me all the way in. Holy shit. Her thick, sweaty hair spread in ropes across my midsection. Hell, I couldn't even see her face. But I could hear it, the gargling noises accompanying each soft twitch of her throat around my head. I was in heaven. At last, trailing a backwards waterfall of saliva, she tossed her head back up and knelt on the bed, her hand firm around my sack. "Ready?"

"Hell yeah." I knew I was grinning foolishly, but I let it go; usually there's a certain appearance I like to present, a façade of manly sexual confidence. But this girl already knew me too well; there was no point. I was enjoying her body more than I'd realized I would. Why not let her know? She saw my grin and matched it with one of her own, kicking her left leg over my sweaty body and lining my dick up. "Ride that shit, Ashley."

"When I get done with you," she threatened, "I'm going to feed you your sperm out of my cunt." She slithered down, tensing her vag, feeling every ridge on my cock. She waited until I gasped. "You'd like that? A little milkshake for you?" She cackled, settling, her hands massaging my flanks. I just kept my hands behind my head and enjoyed the sight of those smooth, dark thighs straddling me in the low light. She fucked up and down a couple of times, her abs working hard. "Wait," she said suddenly, bending close to me; I could smell her musky vagina on her breath. "Didn't you say you'd fuck me in the ass if I asked nicely?"

"Shit! Yeah, Ashley, no problem." I propped myself up on my elbows, very interested. "You sure?"

"No, asshole. I'm kidding." And then, gripping my pecs like she was afraid she'd fall off, she started to move. Oh, did she! She must have spent three hours every afternoon, ages 7-17, hula-hooping on her lawn to move like that. Those hips spun and rocked, her tight body lithe above me; every slick muscle shone in the grey light. I heard the rasp of her pubes against mine, the rowing-machine sound of a long dick stabbing a wet pussy.

She was looking at me, grinding hard, with a contemptuous smile on her face. I watched her tits swing around and around as she rode me. "I'm pretty good, aren't I?" she said quietly, leaning down again.

"You," I told her forcefully, "are a goddamn sexual volcano." My hands played with her body, feathering up and down her sides, her ribcage, her breasts. "I'm just trying to keep up," I said truthfully.

She smiled, her face still close to mine, her body still in sinuous motion. "You're pretty good yourself," she said, that powerful voice still soft. This was new, having a conversation during sex. I couldn't remember ever doing it before, but it was nice. She caressed my face once, then moved her right hand down between our bodies. I felt her fingers on the root of my cock, but it wasn't me she was after; she was bringing herself off. I smelled her sigh right next to my face, a heady mix of alcohol and pussy.

My hands settled on her sleek, surging ass, feeling the muscles move beneath my fingers. The room was full of that furry, starchy odor of sex, which was nothing new in there; usually, though, I was too busy busting a nut to notice. This time, I surprised myself by wanting to make it last. Hell, I even wanted her to get off. I didn't even feel that way with Julia, though she often did.

"Do you think we can do this again, sexy?" I asked hopefully. Lightning bolts were zapping out of my dick, and she had to be feeling pretty good too. She hummed thoughtfully.

"I don't see why not," she shrugged, her other hand clamping onto my shoulder to increase her leverage. That hot, slick body was sliding across mine, and the friction was adding a new sensation. My hips were humping mindlessly; I was letting her control everything here. The sheets were already more than soaked with sweat and the vaginal fluid rolling steadily past my balls. "You think you're going to break up with Julia?"

Shit. Julia. "Oh, uh, Ashley, it's okay if I don't cum in you, isn't it?" I was well on my way, so I figured I might as well bring it up. "It's just that I only cum in her, you see." I felt my face flush, which never happened.