A Glorious Day.....Come Fuck Me!

As I type, I’m wearing nothin but a white summer dress. No bra, no panties. The dress itself come down to my upper thighs and is very swishy and loose fitting. 

Ive just had a long, luxurious shower, and resisted the temptation to rub out out...although that might happen later, I’m hoping for more today. 

The journey to where I want to be will take about an hour or so. Then, a wander around, enjoying that feeling of being all-but naked, and loving the looks I will get. Why will I get them? Because you can be certain I’m doing to be sitting indecorously  now and then and giving people, Male and female, a flash of my pussy. 

Pussy? No! I feel bad today....dirty....slutty. Not my pussy.....my cunt! 

Then to the museum. A place of research and learning. Not the kind of place at all for sexual encounters, which is why I’m going. Security cameras everywhere? Suits me! 

You see, today, I’m going to try to live a fantasy. I’ve read here about people being fucked by a total stranger, and todaynis my day. Yes, I’m want to fuck someone, a total stranger, and yes, he will cum in me. Anally or vaginally, frankly, I don’t care. 

Im wet just thinking about what is to come......

.......Evening.......Back Home......

I spotted him about an hour after I entered the museum. A man with delightful silver hair, tall, bespectacled, and he radiated...something...an air of intelligence...academia at its best. 

I arranged myself near him and in his sightline, and pretended to sketch a figurine. I saw him glance, once, twice, three times, each time longer, and each time with more ferver and desire  in his eyes. He wanted me, but no doubt his social compass told him a girl many years his junior wouldn’t possibly be interested. 

So, I changed gear. I got up and spoke to him. He had a warm, sensual voice, and replied knowledgably to questions I asked about the sculptor.

By now, I could feel how wet I was, and without doubt, as I stood by him, my crotch by his head as he sat there, he could smell my arousal. We went to look at another figure I’d found by the same sculptor. This time in a tight alcove, barely big enough for the pair of us. He had no option but to brush against me, and I felt his hand graze my ass, before he moved behind me....I guess he was going to try to just cop a feel by pushing his crotch against me. The moment I felt him move, I flicked my dress up, presenting my bare ass. 

Then, when he got the message that WAY more was on offer than he could possibly have dreamed.....I imagine he had planned to go have a good wank after seeing my cunt earlier....I grabbed his hand and led him towards the gents restroom. 

We just walked in...the thrill that someone might already be there got me even hornier....I might have done them as well.

in one of the stalls. I turned my back on him, leaned forward with my hands on the wall and just said “Fuck me. Anywhere you like.”

I heard a zipper, felt some fumbling and then my dress up over my back. And then......FUCKING HELL!

Something the size of a nuclear submarine pressed into my cunt. I’ve had some dick in me in my time but nothing....NOTHING....remotely this size.

I actually had to take some deep breaths, but holy SHIT it felt good. I’ve read stories about girls saying “I thought it would split me apart”, but well....this almost felt like that. When he got into his rhythm, I pushed back against him determined to take this monster as deep as I could. 

I wasn’t getting any clitoral stimulation in that position though, so I reached between my legs and began to masturbate on his enormous rod. His balls were impressive too. Then I got exactly what I needed....his hands unbuttoned my dress and grabbed my tits. He squeezed them, but quickly found his way to my nipples. A few squeezes there and a twist or two and I was there, cumming so violently. Violently like never in my life before. 

All he said was one word. “Where”. Now, it’s not good for a girl to wander around with what I felt sure would be an impressive load running down her legs....anyway,it doesn’t smell too good after a while, so I said one word back....”Mouth”. (Actually, I wanted to see it!)

A few strokes later, he pulled out. I spun round and dropped to my knees and found myself looking at something like an angry elephants trunk. No way could I even think of getting that in my mouth, so I just opened up and masturbated him. A couple of strokes was all it took and he shot spurt after spurt after spurt down my throat. I couldn’t help but swallow...anyway...I like swallowing.

It just kept coming. Whether he was seriously backed up, or he was just one of nature’s heavy ejaculators I don’t know.

When he’d done, he wanted to talk, and I stopped him. “Just go. Now.” 

He left, and I sat on the can.

i still felt stretched, but beautifully fucked. I was envious of his wife, but I hadn’t seen a wedding ring. Maybe he finds it difficult to get girls who will want a monster cock like that? Who knows? If he does, they don’t know what they’re missing. Anal with something that size would take some very careful practice...if it was possible at all.  

All I know is for the first time ever, walking was actually tricky. 

......back home.....

It’s  8:00pm....and I still feel like I have him inside me. Also, I still feel horny...dirty. Not as bad as this morning....but I need something before bed. Something bad.

......wait......

ok, I’m back. I left you to go into my beautiful garden. (I have a gardener....I can kill anything green if I so much as look at it) I wanted a dirty masturbatory fantasy to complete what has been the almost perfect day....something a little dark, maybe? 

So, pantyhose on, same dress, and a barefoot walk past the greenhouse, and into the small meadow and orchard beyond. 

Is someone behind me? Am I being followed? Oh no! I shouldn’t have come out here alone. After all, young girls aren’t safe these days, and I’m only (imagination) 15. I jump as I pretend I hear a twig snap. A little pee escapes me, and my pantyhose wicks it down my leg. No, there’s definitely someone here! More pee. I feel so stupid. WHY didn’t I wear panties today? WHY did I have to do what the other girls do? Suddenly, I feel pushed forward from behind onto all fours. My dress is flicked up and in a second, my pantyhose is ripped open. 

I feel something pressing into me, (Its the dildo I brought with me for the purpose of this mastubatory fantasy) but not in my cunt. ‘He’ presses firmly into my ass. I wriggle, but it only helps him slip in deeper. “Fuck”

”Yes” says the gruff Male voice in my imagination “that’s precisely what’s going to happen you fucking prick teasing cunt.” 

I totally lose it and pee freely as ‘he’ assfucks me. Then I feel something a schoolgirl should feel...a wantonness....a desire....I reach between my legs. If I’m going to be raped I might as well enjoy it. As the (dildo) fucks my ass, I masturbate.....Jill....wank, some of my friends call it. I find myself pressing back wanting more of him in my tight butt hole. Then I find my voice. 

“Well? Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck my ass. Cream in me!” The orgasm is massive, aided by the still stretched feeling I have in my vagina from earlier today. A single tear rolls down my cheek because I would love this to be a real cock in my arse.....the orgasm subsides, but I know, this night of all nights, I’m not done. 

I slow the buzzing of the dildo in my ass, and imagine something more....just one more cum? Yes, I’m sure I can manage that. I flip over, my back on the cool grass. 

I can be very vocal when I have highly erotic fantasies. I have even recorded what I say and played it back. I should have brought my recorder tonight. 

I slip the condom I’d place over the dildo for anal penetration off, and spread my legs. I still my mind, and let it search for something forbidden.

Into the night air, I whisper “come on. Let’s do it. Mom and dad mustn’t know,” I introduce the dildo, and pretend my hymen’s tears, “It’s ok....it’s like that for a girl...the first time....just push gently.” I introduce what, in my mind, is my brother’s cock and then tell him “It’s ok....you can....you know.....do it inside me, when you wanna cum.” He says “You sure? We don’t wanna make a baby.” I reassure him “It’s ok. I’m on  birth control...have been since I was 13....just let it go in me.”

Like the first time we fucked, I do myself slowly, hesitantly, my mind filling in the sensations I don’t have enough hands to recreate. His hands on my boobs, his nibbling at my neck....my first hickie....fortunately on my shoulder where mom never saw it. But between my legs, it’s him fucking me...it’s him taking my cherry, and my final orgasm of the night builds rapidly, but oh, so differently to the others! This one isn’t violent, savage, or accompanied by my peeing. This one rolls over me like thunder.

It is sweet and tender, gentle, but in a non-gentle way. While it measures less on the savage-o-meter, it is fulfilling and satisfying, especially, as the moment I can’t hold it back any longer, I whisper into the brooding night “Oh Steve...I love you.”