Chasing Ally
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College lass Ally’s older boyfriend fixes her virgin back alley very nicely in a tight dark back lane, d****d over his motorbike
Maybe I should have listened to my mum. But senior college girls never do. Oh apart from the always wear clean panties advice: but I like fresh knickers against my shaved silky soft girly bits anyway. But the advice of don’t take short cuts home after dark through the park or the back alleys. Well I was girl in a hurry and I knew my basic self defence and hell it was my neighbourhood anyway.
I wasn’t in the mood for a leisurely stroll home. I wanted home fast. I had sort of broken up with my older boyfriend, Steve, again. However, I’d have him back. I was a realist at a tender eighteen about where my next handy fuck was coming from and a guy with a motorbike and some street cred is way ahead of any lame college dudes chasing their provisional licence or unable to drink if they just have it.
I was a bit flustered. It was a sultry night, but my quick movement was making me sweaty even though I was in my light pleated summer school skirt and my white St Mary’s embossed short sleeve blouse. Otherwise; it was just white ankle socks and regulation black flat shoes. Of course my high cut white g-string wasn’t school regulation underwear, but I had been intent on giving Steve a surprise. Oh I had a school satchel with nothing except my phone. I was too busy for homework.
Steve gave me a surprise as he felt me up, perched on his motorbike, in the dark, at The Esplanade, his fingers crashing and jagging into my aroused pussy three at a time with more force than the incoming king tide hitting the nearby seawall. Oh the surprise wasn’t his fingers, it was as I bent over the bike for a dogging, his big stiff pecker pushed against my virgin arsehole. I wasn’t ready for that and clumsily shoved my way up straight and around and let him know it.
“Geez Steve; we agreed, my arse is off limits, so why do you keep trying?”
He was holding his cock with his pants down because he knew I craved his burgeon meat in my mouth and pussy. He may have missed my arse again but he was confident of sex the prick. And still over confident about nailing my arse.
“Orrgh Alley, you want it, you want it, just like me”
“Yeah” I said, hitching up my knickers under my short skirt, “But not now, I’m going home, bye”
And there was Steve on The Esplanade with a hard on he couldn’t pack away or shove in my coochie or mouth and there I was huffing off with my satchel swinging. Intent on getting home, clearing my head, maybe psyching myself up for anal sex on my terms and deciding, screw Steve, I’d have to take a short cut through the Central Park and the back alleyways to get home without turning the evening into a mini marathon. And really bothering me, my mum’s advice, which I usually ignored, Guys will stop taking an interest in you, once they get what they want. Once he had my arse, would he move on?
The park was fine. You know adequate lighting. Probably CCTV. No flashers. No sleaze bags harassing me. A couple of middle aged late night sweaty joggers and a woman walking a Doberman and the park was done.
The alleys, I knew the alleys. The maze of narrow dark backstreet lane-ways leading home. The odd guard dog growling menacingly through security mesh at the back of some warehouses, but I knew where they were. They didn’t catch me by surprise. No homeless dudes. Just the darkness.
It was in a narrow zigzag alley; linking back through to the main street, dark and dingy, where I was momentarily scared shitless by a looming shadow on a motorbike but realised with a heart flutter, it was Steve.
Screw you Steve, I thought. I just needed space.
“Hey Alley, your man is here, waiting for you” he said; so self-assured. He was off his bike. Patting his seat, indicating, where he wanted me.
The prick, I thought, he knew me too well, both my quick way home and my frickin girly need.
My arse, my arse, what was so special about my arse? Well everything...it was my arse. I approached him unsure what he was getting beyond a head job.
“That’s my girl” said Steve as I unzipped his pants, knelt in the moonlight in front of him and worked his thick pushy growing cock to full stiffness in my warm accommodating mouth.
I was a head job princess and he was damn lucky to have someone so young and skillful at the same time. I cupped his balls as I took his cock backwards and forwards between my O lips, deep to the back of my mouth. His cock shaft glistening in happiness. His cock enjoying a fluid massage in my gob hole. I mean I was working his dick a treat. I was trying to get him to cum and go home or take me home, arse safe.
All I succeeded in doing was making my motorcycle boy, so frickin hard. Steve was super stiff. I saw the intent in his eyes as he eased me up and leaned me over his bike seat. My college skirt flipped up, my g-string lowered, my cheeks spread, no defence now. He fingered my so easily sopping pussy. I loved a good dogging bent over his bike, but Steve craved the more. Was I ready?
“Fuck you” I gasped as he spread my butt cheeks wider and spat generously twice into my gaped arsehole. My thighs quivering. My arse exposed.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm”; yes that was me as his tongue tip met my puckered pink ring for the first time. I mean it was sensationally good. So good I knew it was prep for getting it up my bum, pretty soon.
“Oh you bastard, you sweet prick, more, don’t you dare do anything else” I mouthed in surprise as he hooked and crooked, first one finger, then a second in my strangely accommodating rear tightness. My arse caught between pressured constriction and relaxed giving. The pleasure strangely addictive. I loved his fingers delving in my bum-hole.
Then his thick big cock was rimming my tight hole. Geez was I consumed with doubt. I wanted it but was scared. Would it hurt? Geez, Steve had a big cock.
He pushed his dick in and my arse expanded for it.
“Orrgh, Orrgh; Oooh” I went, exquisite pleasure mixed with a wincing expanding strain. Amazingly good.
My Steve was groaning. He had what he wanted. I had what it seemed I always needed.
Then he eased an inch more in and I just accepted it. I actually wanted it even deeper. But he was building the pleasure in steady increments.
My arsehole was stretching. My arsehole was accepting. My arsehole was also feeling like it was bursting, but I was so happy.
Steve eased out. I couldn’t bear it. My arse felt deprived.
But he licked my arse again. It felt even better this time. He gaped my arse wide and spat in it again. Then he ploughed his pecker into my arse, deep stroke after deep stroke. Startlingly deep.
“Orrgh fuck yeah...fuck my arse...fuck my arse” I heard myself saying.
Steve responded with a manic pummelling of my aching but needy hole. I was incapable of escaping his pounding, even as I winced a bit because the shooting shards of pleasure overwhelmed my tender throbbing. I was caught in the pleasure impasse; too good, too good, despite the flinch and gasping grimace.
I submitted because I wanted to. Pushed right over his bike seat, my arse locked around his cock. His savage burrowing dick tunnelling to the limits of my arses capacity and seemingly more. Our bodies joined in a sweat stream.
“Orrgh fuck, Orrgh, Oh, Ah, Ah “I went before I was purely gasping.
My arse conquered by cock. My virgin puckered starfish subjugated to my will and my demanding man. Oh screw it. It was good. Too bloody good. I loved my arse space filled. Yeah I winced, but I was arse impaled. Arsehole flogged. Anally debauched. But hell I was breathless as my arse contracted and relaxed simultaneously and Steve flooded my wonderful back alley with jizz. Warm gooey cum was then leaking out of my happy arse as he withdrew with a satisfied groan.
I lay buggered across his bike seat. Blissfully happy; if a tad sore back there.
Then Steve, the arse aficionado, he clearly was, tenderly licked my vulnerable raw arsehole. Circling softly with his wet tongue tip. Soothing my rawness. Placating my gasping grimace with a girly glowing renewed happiness like repeated tequila shots.
Oh I loved the alley. I loved my back alley. I was Back Ally I realised.
“Keep licking you bastard, keep licking...Mmm, yeah...Mmm”
And he didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop and I didn’t want him to either. And yes; both of us were moving on from first anal sex, straight into getting ready for more, right here, right now, in the alley with moi; Ally.
And I was smugly happy as my arse was treated and indulged by Steve’s tongue; because my mum was wrong again, guys don’t lose interest in you, when they get something really good; they just want it again and again.
Maybe I should have listened to my mum. But senior college girls never do. Oh apart from the always wear clean panties advice: but I like fresh knickers against my shaved silky soft girly bits anyway. But the advice of don’t take short cuts home after dark through the park or the back alleys. Well I was girl in a hurry and I knew my basic self defence and hell it was my neighbourhood anyway.
I wasn’t in the mood for a leisurely stroll home. I wanted home fast. I had sort of broken up with my older boyfriend, Steve, again. However, I’d have him back. I was a realist at a tender eighteen about where my next handy fuck was coming from and a guy with a motorbike and some street cred is way ahead of any lame college dudes chasing their provisional licence or unable to drink if they just have it.
I was a bit flustered. It was a sultry night, but my quick movement was making me sweaty even though I was in my light pleated summer school skirt and my white St Mary’s embossed short sleeve blouse. Otherwise; it was just white ankle socks and regulation black flat shoes. Of course my high cut white g-string wasn’t school regulation underwear, but I had been intent on giving Steve a surprise. Oh I had a school satchel with nothing except my phone. I was too busy for homework.
Steve gave me a surprise as he felt me up, perched on his motorbike, in the dark, at The Esplanade, his fingers crashing and jagging into my aroused pussy three at a time with more force than the incoming king tide hitting the nearby seawall. Oh the surprise wasn’t his fingers, it was as I bent over the bike for a dogging, his big stiff pecker pushed against my virgin arsehole. I wasn’t ready for that and clumsily shoved my way up straight and around and let him know it.
“Geez Steve; we agreed, my arse is off limits, so why do you keep trying?”
He was holding his cock with his pants down because he knew I craved his burgeon meat in my mouth and pussy. He may have missed my arse again but he was confident of sex the prick. And still over confident about nailing my arse.
“Orrgh Alley, you want it, you want it, just like me”
“Yeah” I said, hitching up my knickers under my short skirt, “But not now, I’m going home, bye”
And there was Steve on The Esplanade with a hard on he couldn’t pack away or shove in my coochie or mouth and there I was huffing off with my satchel swinging. Intent on getting home, clearing my head, maybe psyching myself up for anal sex on my terms and deciding, screw Steve, I’d have to take a short cut through the Central Park and the back alleyways to get home without turning the evening into a mini marathon. And really bothering me, my mum’s advice, which I usually ignored, Guys will stop taking an interest in you, once they get what they want. Once he had my arse, would he move on?
The park was fine. You know adequate lighting. Probably CCTV. No flashers. No sleaze bags harassing me. A couple of middle aged late night sweaty joggers and a woman walking a Doberman and the park was done.
The alleys, I knew the alleys. The maze of narrow dark backstreet lane-ways leading home. The odd guard dog growling menacingly through security mesh at the back of some warehouses, but I knew where they were. They didn’t catch me by surprise. No homeless dudes. Just the darkness.
It was in a narrow zigzag alley; linking back through to the main street, dark and dingy, where I was momentarily scared shitless by a looming shadow on a motorbike but realised with a heart flutter, it was Steve.
Screw you Steve, I thought. I just needed space.
“Hey Alley, your man is here, waiting for you” he said; so self-assured. He was off his bike. Patting his seat, indicating, where he wanted me.
The prick, I thought, he knew me too well, both my quick way home and my frickin girly need.
My arse, my arse, what was so special about my arse? Well everything...it was my arse. I approached him unsure what he was getting beyond a head job.
“That’s my girl” said Steve as I unzipped his pants, knelt in the moonlight in front of him and worked his thick pushy growing cock to full stiffness in my warm accommodating mouth.
I was a head job princess and he was damn lucky to have someone so young and skillful at the same time. I cupped his balls as I took his cock backwards and forwards between my O lips, deep to the back of my mouth. His cock shaft glistening in happiness. His cock enjoying a fluid massage in my gob hole. I mean I was working his dick a treat. I was trying to get him to cum and go home or take me home, arse safe.
All I succeeded in doing was making my motorcycle boy, so frickin hard. Steve was super stiff. I saw the intent in his eyes as he eased me up and leaned me over his bike seat. My college skirt flipped up, my g-string lowered, my cheeks spread, no defence now. He fingered my so easily sopping pussy. I loved a good dogging bent over his bike, but Steve craved the more. Was I ready?
“Fuck you” I gasped as he spread my butt cheeks wider and spat generously twice into my gaped arsehole. My thighs quivering. My arse exposed.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm”; yes that was me as his tongue tip met my puckered pink ring for the first time. I mean it was sensationally good. So good I knew it was prep for getting it up my bum, pretty soon.
“Oh you bastard, you sweet prick, more, don’t you dare do anything else” I mouthed in surprise as he hooked and crooked, first one finger, then a second in my strangely accommodating rear tightness. My arse caught between pressured constriction and relaxed giving. The pleasure strangely addictive. I loved his fingers delving in my bum-hole.
Then his thick big cock was rimming my tight hole. Geez was I consumed with doubt. I wanted it but was scared. Would it hurt? Geez, Steve had a big cock.
He pushed his dick in and my arse expanded for it.
“Orrgh, Orrgh; Oooh” I went, exquisite pleasure mixed with a wincing expanding strain. Amazingly good.
My Steve was groaning. He had what he wanted. I had what it seemed I always needed.
Then he eased an inch more in and I just accepted it. I actually wanted it even deeper. But he was building the pleasure in steady increments.
My arsehole was stretching. My arsehole was accepting. My arsehole was also feeling like it was bursting, but I was so happy.
Steve eased out. I couldn’t bear it. My arse felt deprived.
But he licked my arse again. It felt even better this time. He gaped my arse wide and spat in it again. Then he ploughed his pecker into my arse, deep stroke after deep stroke. Startlingly deep.
“Orrgh fuck yeah...fuck my arse...fuck my arse” I heard myself saying.
Steve responded with a manic pummelling of my aching but needy hole. I was incapable of escaping his pounding, even as I winced a bit because the shooting shards of pleasure overwhelmed my tender throbbing. I was caught in the pleasure impasse; too good, too good, despite the flinch and gasping grimace.
I submitted because I wanted to. Pushed right over his bike seat, my arse locked around his cock. His savage burrowing dick tunnelling to the limits of my arses capacity and seemingly more. Our bodies joined in a sweat stream.
“Orrgh fuck, Orrgh, Oh, Ah, Ah “I went before I was purely gasping.
My arse conquered by cock. My virgin puckered starfish subjugated to my will and my demanding man. Oh screw it. It was good. Too bloody good. I loved my arse space filled. Yeah I winced, but I was arse impaled. Arsehole flogged. Anally debauched. But hell I was breathless as my arse contracted and relaxed simultaneously and Steve flooded my wonderful back alley with jizz. Warm gooey cum was then leaking out of my happy arse as he withdrew with a satisfied groan.
I lay buggered across his bike seat. Blissfully happy; if a tad sore back there.
Then Steve, the arse aficionado, he clearly was, tenderly licked my vulnerable raw arsehole. Circling softly with his wet tongue tip. Soothing my rawness. Placating my gasping grimace with a girly glowing renewed happiness like repeated tequila shots.
Oh I loved the alley. I loved my back alley. I was Back Ally I realised.
“Keep licking you bastard, keep licking...Mmm, yeah...Mmm”
And he didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop and I didn’t want him to either. And yes; both of us were moving on from first anal sex, straight into getting ready for more, right here, right now, in the alley with moi; Ally.
And I was smugly happy as my arse was treated and indulged by Steve’s tongue; because my mum was wrong again, guys don’t lose interest in you, when they get something really good; they just want it again and again.
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