Dear Diary

Chapter 8

Dear Diary,

Well, yesterday was different.  That guy that I met at Hilly's, Bret.  Oh, Lord have  MER-CEY!  He finally talked me into going to his place, and after he kissed me, and got my blood boiling, I flat out asked him, "Do you wanna fuck me?"  And not like out of curiosity either.  I was being seductive.  And Bret did not disappoint.  In fact, he made so comfortable with sex that I had things come out of my mouth that I never thought I'd have the courage to say.  So here's how it went after I asked him that.

"Now we're talkin'," and he led me over to the couch in his living room. He sat down on it and I stood in front of him. Since I had come from work, I was in much different attire than what I was when he met me. A knee length brown and white skirt, brown heeled sandals, a brown sleeveless blouse, and for me, a simple bra, and a pair of white lace thong panties. As I stood there, Bret reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off and began to lick my clit and feel the inside of my pussy with his fingers. I started to breath heavy and moan as his actions got me excited more than I already was. While I stood there, enjoying him eating me, I pulled my shirt off and took my bra off. He noticed my bare breasts and began to suck on the left while he squeezed on the right. And if felt great. So. Damn. Great.  My heavy breathing and soft moans picked up.

I reached down and started to pull Bret's shirt off. He relinquished his hold on me and opened his jeans and pushed them down. He laid back into the couch, and I dropped to my knees, and grabbed his cock with my mouth. I ran my lips up and down his shaft, caressing his balls with my hands, and every so often, taking him as far back into my throat as I could go before I couldn't breathe. When I'd take him in that far, I'd let out a small cough, and then pull my mouth off of him, and use my hand to spread my saliva all up and down him. Then, I'd repeat. He took in a deep breath and said, "Ah, fuuuuuuuuck," as I kept sucking his dick. Once I pulled off of him, I looked up at him, "Feel good?" I asked.

"Damn, woman." He took a minute to collect himself, and then he asked, "do you prefer with or without?"

"With. I can't take chances."

"Got it." And he reached into the console of the couch and pulled out a condom and put it on. Once he was ready, I went to straddle him. But Bret stopped me. "Awww no girl. If we're gonna do this, let's get a little freaky. Turn around and then sit down."

I decided to go with it. I turned around, back to him, opened my legs so that they hung over his, and reached back for his cock. As I guided it inside me, I let out a soft, pleasurable sigh. I had never done reverse cowgirl until this moment. As I began to slide up and down on him, I could feel him inside me, hitting spots on inside me that I never knew existed. I was moaning out of pleasure, and wondering why I had never tried this position before. I would slow down for a moment or two, and Bret would take over, wildly thrusting himself into my pussy. "Ahhhh, oh my Goddddd!" I screamed.

He thrust into me harder, and I only screamed louder. As good as it felt, I had to stop. "My hip hurts." I got up off of him, turned and looked at him, and then took a couple of steps to my left and knelt down in a chair. "You gonna finish me?"

"Fuck yes I am," and with me bent over, he stood behind me, guided his cock back inside my soaking wet folds, and pushed into me from behind. I reached up and held onto the back of the chair as he kept ramming into me. "Uuuuh yeah, oooh yeah there, oh God yes," I called out. I felt like a porn star, and I enjoyed it. Bret held onto my left hip with one hand, and reached and grabbed my right breast and squeezed with the other. "Oh fuck yeah, mmmmm." I was letting phrases fly that I didn't realize I had in her. But he felt so good, his rock hard cock filling me up. I felt him pick up speed, and could hear our flesh slap together. It made my moans come quicker and louder. And the louder I got, the faster he got, and then I heard him exclaim, "Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck." He pushed into me one last time hard and then pulled out of me, and I knelt in a ball on the chair.

"Oh my God," I said out of breath, "that was, holy shit that was fun." 

"Fuck yeah."

I caught my breath, got up off the chair, and picked up my clothing that I had been rid of. As I got dressed, Bret asked me how I felt. "I think you know that answer," I said sarcastically. He gave me a smirk and I continued, "if I didn't have to go, I'd ride you again."

"Well, I'm gonna hold you to that last part," and he reached between my legs and squeezed me.  Feeling his hand squeeze my pussy just felt so relaxing, and yet he was getting me all excited all over again.  I wanted nothing more than to get him hard and covered again and let him have his way with me.  Him inside me was crazy good. But I had to show some restraint.  I let out a friendly giggle, "Now, now. Next time."

"I know, I know," and he showed me out.  But not after shoving his tongue back in my mouth.

My whole drive home, I was smiling. I had just done things that I never thought I would.  The things that came out of my mouth.  The fact that I started it all just by asking if he wanted to fuck me. I had so much fun with Bret, I really can not wait to fuck him again. And fuck him again I will.

Yes, I still like Joseph.  But I haven't heard from him.  So, to hell with it.  For once, I'm taking charge and if I see something, or someone, I want, I'm going to get it.  And if that means I get to have some triple X rated fun with a few people for a little bit, well then damn it, I'm going to have fun.  These two guys have found something in me that needed to get out and have done a damn fine job of pulling it out of me.