Mr Budweiser

I looked about nervously. “Someone might see us,” I said to her.

She gave me a big, broad naughty grin. “Yeah, they might. Scared, chicken boy??”

“No,” I replied. “I’m not.”

She nicked me on the nose with her free hand like I were a naughty school boy. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

Once again, I glanced about, my eyes scanning the Spring-warm darkness of the alleyway we had stopped in. We could hear the thumps of the music coming from the nearby night club we had only moments ago been in. out of the two of us, I didn’t know who was the drunkest, though I guessed it was her. What was her name again? Sue, Sara, Steff? I could not recall, though I did not even recall telling her mine.

At either entrance to the alleyway I could see people passing, fellow night club patrons mostly, I guessed.

“What’s your name again?” I asked.

“Daniella,” she said.

She didn’t ask mine, just gave me her half empty bottle of Budweiser to hold. I took the translucent green object in my hand.

With both hands free, she hefted up what passed as a skirt, fully revealing those long, tanned, toned legs, which had caught my attention earlier. A black thong covered her prize.

“You like what you see?” she teased.

I did.

She pulled the thong down to her knees. I watched the skimpy material descend, caught taught between her knees like a small hammock.

I heard a cough and spun my head to search the alleyway. A group of lads were passing the entrance to our left, but they did not see us.

Before I had even realised it, she had grabbed my free hand and shoved it up against her pussy. The smooth flesh of her shaven cunt greeted my touch. She was wet against my palm.

I slid my middle finger inside her warm, wet opening. I felt myself growing hard inside my trousers. I wanted it to be my cock inside of her not my digit.

But she pulled my hand away. “Suck your finger,” she ordered.

I put my pussy-wet finger into my mouth and sucked her warm, sweet juices off it.

“Fuck me hard,” was all she said next.

I unzipped myself. My dick almost sprung out into the cooling evening air. I didn’t look about, no longer thinking about being caught. I pushed her up against the rough brick of the alleyway wall. Her thong was still about her knees. I ripped the thin material without thinking, renting it into nothing more than black strips. She wrapped her legs about my arse as I forced my cock into her warm, welcoming cunt. She let out a moan, putting her arms about my neck.

Slowly at first, I began to thrust into her. Her tits jiggled freely under her skimpy top. She began to groan louder and louder.

But I still had the bottle in my hand, and I knew what I wanted to do with it. I positioned it under her arse, trying to slide the head between her butt cheeks. I found the spot and pushed it up into her anus, right up to where the bottle widened and could be inserted no more. Her mouth widened as she shrieked with surprise and delight.

“Clench,” I told her. “If it falls, it’ll smash.”

I released the bottle and it held. I put both hands under her arse for support and fucked her as hard as I could.

An audience has amassed at one end of the alleyway, but I didn’t care. I thrust into her harder and harder. She moaned, louder and louder.

She screamed out and I felt her cunt tighten about my cock as she came. Moments later, I spat my hot seed into her.

I slowly down, my breathing fast and laboured. I blinked sweat from my eyes.

Pulling out, I stood her back on the ground. A shattering noise caused us both to burst into laughter as the bottle slipped from her.

Our audience wandered off.

“Sorry about your thong,” I said.

“Usually I don’t even wear one,” she replied.