The Ride He Didn’t Forget

This Northwest U soccer player, in Kirkland where I live, had been messaging me for days desperate, sending unsolicited dick pics like he thought that’d make me fold. And honestly? It worked. That thick, veiny cock, the way it twitched in his hand when he filmed it yeah, I wanted it. But not in my pussy. In my ass.

I told him to meet me in Houghton by his apartment. He was already hard when he slid into the passenger seat, his soccer shorts tented, his knuckles white around his phone. The second the door shut, his hand was on my thigh, fingers digging in like he was afraid I’d change my mind.

"Where we going?" His voice was rough, already breathless.

"Bridle Trails Park." I didn’t look at him. "I know a secluded parking lot. No one around."

He exhaled, sharp, like he’d been holding his breath. "Yeah. Okay."

The park was black, the trees swallowing the headlights. I killed the engine, and the silence was thick, broken only by his ragged breathing and the creak of leather as he shifted in his seat. I didn’t even face him before I hiked my skirt up, bent over the console, and spread my cheeks for him.

"Lick it."

A second passed. Then he said, "What the fuck?"

I glanced over at him. His eyes were locked on my hole, his dick straining against his shorts. "You said you’d do anything." I reached back, pulled myself open. "So lick."

He hesitated just for a second then his hands were on my ass, his breath hot against my skin. The first touch of his tongue was tentative, almost polite, like he was afraid he’d break me. I pushed back, grinding against his face until he got the hint sloppy, wet, his tongue pressing harder, circling my hole like he was trying to memorize it.

"Fingers. Now."

He didn’t argue. One slick finger pressed against me, hesitant, then pushed in. I gasped, my nails digging into the seat. "Another."

"Fuck" His voice was muffled against my ass, but he did it, two fingers stretching me, twisting just right. I could hear how wet I was, the obscene squelch of his fingers working me open.

"Enough." "I want your cock. Now. Let's get into the back!"

We each got out and then both into the back seats of my van. He fumbled with his shorts, his dick springing free thicker than I’d expected, heavy, the head already glistening. He lined up, pressed against me, and for a second, nothing. Just the burn of him pushing, my hole resisting.

"Relax," he muttered, but his voice was strained, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades as he bore down.

Then pop. The head slipped in, and we both groaned.

"Fuck" His hands clenched on my hips. "You’re so tight"

I could feel it the stretch, the burn, the way my hole clung to him like it didn’t want to let go. I pushed back, taking another inch, and his breath hitched.

"Look," I gasped.

He leaned back, eyes locked on where we were connected. His cock was buried in me, my ass swallowing him inch by inch, my hole stretched obscenely around his girth, glistening with spit and pre-cum. The ridges of my rim were flushed pink, puckered tight around his shaft, and when I clenched, he hissed, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Holy shit," he breathed. "I can see you fuck, I can see my dick inside your ass"

I laughed, low and dirty. "Like what you see?"

He didn’t answer. Just gripped my hips and slammed home, balls-deep, and I screamed, my fingers scrabbling at the seat.

After that, it was animal.

He fucked me like he was trying to break me hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. I could hear it the wet smack of skin, the grunt in his throat every time he bottomed out, the way my ass squeezed him when I came, my pussy dripping down my thighs.

"Gonna cum," he growled, his rhythm stuttering.

"Inside," I panted. "Fill me up."

He obeyed, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in my ass, hot and thick, his hips jerking as he pumped every last drop into me. I could feel it his cum filling me, dripping out when he finally pulled free, thick and white against my thighs.

He was still hard when I turned around, licked him clean, his cock twitching in my mouth. By the time I's swallowed the last of his gooey mess down my throat, he was ruined hair mussed, lips swollen, his soccer shorts still around his ankles.

He said he could just walk back to campus as there was a foot bridge across 405 to his apartment. He fumbled for his wallet. "Let me"

"Next time," I said, smirking. "If you’re good."

He laughed, shaking his head as he stumbled out of the van. "Fuck. You are one nasty slut."

I watched him walk off, my ass still throbbing, his cum cooling between my cheeks and the taste my ass and his cock in my mouth.

I think we both got exactly what we wanted.

yours, Jen