Page 390 of S is for SEX

“Fuck me, oh God. Fuck me.”

I want to squirt so badly. Focus Christy, focus. Squirt all over this guy…

I took an upside down look again as Chuck’s cock disappeared inside of me, his foot rocking back and forth on his skateboard. Oh fuck yes, here we go…

“I’m going to fucking cum, Heather. I’m going to fucking cum all over this guy’s big cock,” I screamed at Heather as she squeezed her boobs and moaned.

Chucks cock swelled.

My pussy contracted.

Fuck yes, baby….oh God yes…two more strokes…here we go.

Heather moaned.

Standing there barefoot, I looked between my legs as Chuck started to groan.

Oh hell yes, fucking hell yes, fuck me….Oh God.

Initially, I didn’t know for sure what happened. The car lurched backward in slow motion and then everything happened so fast. The car tire hit the skateboard, shooting it rearward and Chuck’s foot went with it. Both legs immediately shot backward. Assisted by gravity, his upper body fell forward.

He did a complete unassisted face plant into the top of the car, bounced, and landed unconscious - cock up - on the concrete. I regained my footing and looked at Chuck. His pants were covered in cum.

“Holy fucking shit, Heather, what happened?” I said, leaning into the car.

“Foot slipped of the clutch?” she said in a half question half answer, giggling.

“I was on the verge of a leg shaker deluxe. Sonofafuckinbitch. He’s lying here covered in cum, unconscious. You must’ve knocked him off of me as he was blowing his load,” I said, pointing at Chuck.

“Get in let’s get the fuck out of here,” Heather said as she stuffed her boobs back into her bra.

“Leave him here?” I asked as I slid into the seat.

“What else? He’s wacked out on Exstacy. Someone will see him and at least he’s right here where they can look after him,” she responded, laughing.

I peered out the window at Chuck as Heather backed up the car. He continued to lie there motionless; his now limp cock flopped to the side. His flip-flops were about six feet from where he was laying, and his skateboard was rolling downhill with the pitch of the floor in the garage.

“Stop the car,” I said as she was backing up.

“What?” Heather asked.

“Stop!” I screamed.

She stopped the car. I got out, ran to Chuck’s flip-flops, picked them up, and put them on my feet. I felt like a duck walking back to the car. I got in, my new oversized flip-flops flopping on my feet. I nestled myself into the seat, and relaxed - exhausted from the events of the day. Holy shit, what a day - I got drunk, barfed, busted my head, ended up in the hospital, snuck out, ran into the Butt Pirate, fucked a stoned hippie in the garage, and now I’m…. Fuck, I have to get to work!

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Four twenty,” Heather responded.

“Shit, take me to work,” I said as I retrieved my purse from the back seat..

“I’m going to call Beth and see if she’s working, I need some clothes,” I said as I grabbed my phone.

Some clothes and a letter “D”.

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