Page 75 of S is for SEX

Further proof that my suspicions were correct.

His hand between my legs made me jump. He rubbed his palm against my soaking wet pussy and wiped my juices along the crack of my ass. I felt slight pressure against my anus. And then a little more.

“Whoa. Whoa.” I begged. “No. There’s…”

Slowly, he began to slide his cock inside.

Oh. My. God.

My entire body began to tingle.

“Fuck it.” I took a deep breath.

“Do it,” I growled. “Just. Take. It. Easy.”

Slowly, he began to fuck me in the ass. Apparently, whoever hit him in the head got away without being punished, and I was paying the price for it. I hated the fact that he got hit, but I was glad to act as the means of relief for his suppressed frustration.

I bit against my bottom lip.

As his thick shaft worked in and out of my ass with care, I felt myself begin to reach climax. I buried my face in the seat of his car, reached back with my right hand, and began to rub my clit feverishly.

I closed my eyes and prayed for him to never stop fucking me. A few seconds later, I burst into an orgasm to end all orgasms, wailing my satisfaction into the small space inside of his car. An instant later, I felt him release his warmth into my ass.

I collapsed face-first into the seat.

He chuckled. “I just butt fucked you in the parking lot of a fucking grocery store.”

I caught my breath and turned around. He was buckling his belt. The tingling sensation in my ass acted as a constant reminder of what had just happened.

“Yeah. You did,” I said. “And I loved it.”

“I decided something right before I came,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“Well, this chick was driving by, and she was rubbernecking. You know, she slowed way down and was watching me fuck you. And I didn’t know what to fucking do. So, I waved at her. And, I mean, I’m nuts deep in your ass. It’s fucking 7:00. It’s daylight, and I’m butt fucking you with your head all shoved into the seat of the car and your ass in the air.”

“So what’d you decide?”

“Oh. I decided that you’re alright.”

Alright. I found it heartwarming that an asshole like him would say such a thing. “Just alright?”

“Yeah.” He brushed the wrinkles from his shirt and shoved his hands into his front pockets. “So, you busy tomorrow?”

“Night?”

He shrugged. “Whatever.”

I was scheduled to work, but I didn’t care. Not. One. Bit. “No,” I said. “Not at all.”

“Cool.”

I got out of the car, waddled to the passenger side door, and carefully lowered my sore ass into the seat. He got in and closed the door.

“Ready?”

“Every time you ask me that, something crazy happens,” I said.

“Welcome to my life,” he said.

I didn’t know if he meant it to be a formal invitation, but I took it as one.

And, I was ready.

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