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 My eyes were lost in the lime glow of my kamikaze shooter when I heard
Daphne speak.  "What would you do if I pushed you into a drainage ditch on
the walk home and pulled out a double dong?" I blinked and said nothing. 
"I bet you'd put up a show of a struggle then let me pound that ass of
yours." "Do you always talk this way on first dates?"

   "You're cute.  And it's not a date anymore.  We're drinking buddies for
the night."

   "If I lick your pussy . . .  " I couldn't finish the thought.  Her hand
grabbed my wrist and steered my drink to her mouth.  "In the bathroom?" I
blinked again, confused.

   "You will."

   I jerked my head to the wooden door behind us and she rose and entered
the one on the left.  I lit a cigarette and followed.  She was swooning
under the air drier, wet forearms outstretched to it.  I grabbed her and
pushed her into a stall.  I put my cigarette between her lips and fell to
my knees to pull her panties off.  She squirmed and held the stall walls
for balance as my mouth kissed her pussy.  There was no sound for the
longest time as I swabbed her clit back and forth with my tongue then a
loud moan when I finally pushed into her and sucked.  When I felt her pussy
begin twitching, I pulled back and unzipped my pants.  I jerked off,
kneeling on the bathroom floor.  "God, I want to fuck you.  I want to fuck
you, Daphne.  I want to feed my dick to your pussy.  It was made for you.
Why else would I have it except to fuck you?  I want to cum in you. 
Please, tell me.  Tell me you want me to cum in your pussy."

   "I want you to cum now."

   "Daphne," I cried and doubled over when I began spurting.

   "Good boy.  Another drink?"

   "Fuck it.  Sure."

   The walk home was picturesque.  The early spring wind rustled crisply
through the leaves above us, a drone of static to muffle our conversation
interspersed with calling out car sightings to each other.

   "Car."

   "Car."

   "Clear."

   "Clear."

   Shortly before the road opened into a collection of cul-de-sacs, I
grabbed her arm and attempted to tug her into a drainage ditch.  She
struggled.  "I can take a hint, you jerk." Her wrist slipped free of my
hands and I fell into the drainage ditch alone.  Above me, laughing, she
asked, "Are you okay?"

   "I twisted my ankle.  I'll make it." I pulled out of the ditch and began
to hobble alongside her and she stopped me.

   "You're hurt, and you're making it worse.  When the alcohol wears off,
you'll pay.  Here.  Sit down.  I'm only two blocks from here.  I'll go get
my car." She helped me down and handed me the cigarettes and lighter.

   I resisted the urge to shout, "Car!" as a pair of headlights approached
ten minutes later, unsure whether it was Daphne and not wanting attention.
Her steel gray Mustang pulled to the side of the road in front of me and
before she could get all the way out, I was already opening the
passenger-side door.  "Let's go for a drive," I said once inside.

   "I'm drunk, remember?"

   "Yeah, that." I rolled down the window and stared at the sky through the
overhanging canopy of leaves until Daphne pecked me on the cheek.  Turning
towards her, I kissed her passionately, my hand straying between her legs,
damp beneath her skirt.

   She laughed.  "I'm not all with it.  Let's get you home." Home was a
small wood-sided house with a large porch.

   "Are you taking me to bed?"

   "Did you want to sit on the porch?"

   I hobbled out of my clothes in her bedroom and sank back into the
sheets. She lay down behind me and held me for long minutes then I turned
over and our arms and legs intertwined as we kissed.  "I want to fuck," I
frowned.  She took me into her mouth and I stirred to life but, after a
minute or two it was clear it wouldn't be enough.  "I want to fuck!" I
whined.  Daphne looked up and smiled at me.  She rose and opened her
dresser and pulled out an object I could guess at in the dim light but not
really see.

   "Would you like to share nineteen inches of cock?"

   "Yes, please."

   She punched a button on a remote and the room was filled with heady,
sensual music.  ". . .  You're just dodging all the friendly fire, you're
never dressed in the bright attire, you miss the start of everything. 
You're my flame . . ."

   "Roll over."

   I pulled myself onto all fours and hunkered my head down on my forearms.
I whimpered above the music, swaying my ass from side to side.  I almost
screamed when it entered me.  I'd been taken before, and I knew the "Oh,
yes, this will happen" moment, but this cock was, oh my God!  When it was
finally in me, there was a pause and soon it began digging deeper till I
felt Daphne's ass press against mine.  We began grinding our asses against
each other, a progressively more eager intimacy and soon I was doing my
best to meet her cheeks.

   "Yeah, push back against me, you whore."

   My balls gradually emptied themselves through my limp prick as Daphne's
cock coaxed out cum in slow streams.  I became wilder.  "Take my fucking
ass with your pussy!  My fuck hole loves your pussy.  Make me cum!  Make me
cum, mommy!" The last sent her over the top and she slipped some, falling a
bit onto the bed.  I became more aggressive.  "Do you like my ass?  Do you
like the way pounding my ass makes your pussy feel?  Do you like my fucking
cunt hole?  I want to cum for you."

   "Stop, stop, stop!" she screamed, but I wouldn't.

   "I fucking love the way your pussy feels against my ass.  Cum for your
baby one more time?  Let me know how good my fucking ass is." I heard her
exhale and fell still.  We mutually rolled over onto our side.  "Mommy, can
we sleep like this?"
   Daphne just groaned.