The band had just finished a support set at the famous Nottingham Rock City. Despite a few technical hitches, it had gone well; most of the band had already left, but since I lived only forty minutes away and the car was packed, I was now in the crowd, chatting to people and watching the headliner.
A very pretty, skinny girl with half-black, half-green hair had come over and started chatting to me, saying how much she enjoyed our set. “My name is Eleanor, but everyone calls me Elle,” she said.
We chatted for a while. She was 22 and explained she normally went to raves, but a friend had brought her to the club, and she had enjoyed the band. The next thing I knew, her tongue was in my mouth, and her arms were wrapped around my waist.
We soon found a quiet corner and continued kissing and heavy petting, her hand covertly stroking me to hardness through my jeans when she whispered, “Let’s go to mine before I fuck you here and now. I will just tell my friend I am leaving.”
She kissed me and ran off without waiting for an answer. Not that I was complaining.
She returned five minutes later and grabbed my hand, practically running out of the club. As we walked quickly, she loosely tied her hair into two plaits. After ten minutes, she headed up the drive of a house.
As she fumbled with her keys, I asked, “Are you in a rush, Elle?”
She kissed me and then said, “If you want the truth, I did two lines of cocaine just before leaving the club, and I love fucking on coke so... “ She grinned.
I laughed and said, “Well, get inside then.”
She opened the door and walked into a messy front room. She immediately started kissing me, tore off my t-shirt and jeans and pushed me to sit on a black sofa.
“Don’t worry, all my housemates are out,” she said as she tore off her clothes and stood in front of me wearing only a thong. She was very skinny but had pert, perfect, small breasts.
“Are you leaving your socks on?” I laughed.
“Shut up, I get cold feet, ok,” she said and dropped to her knees in front of me and kissed me.
We kissed passionately, and I pulled her up onto my lap and lay back on the sofa, so she was straddling me. After five minutes of passionate kissing, she suddenly sat up and said, “Music, we need music!”
Her pupils were huge; her eyes looked like a manga character, and I knew the drugs were taking effect. She jumped off me and skipped to the other side of the room. Seconds later, pounding techno music was blasting from a stereo.
She danced her way back to the sofa and slid her thong off, standing to reveal a small triangle of blonde hair between her thighs. She stepped onto the sofa between my legs and slid my boxer shorts off.
“Awesome, you shave; I hate a hairy dick,” she said, followed by a laugh and then took my shaft in her hand, opened her mouth wide and rolled her tongue around the head before locking her lips tight around it and slowly sucking it into her mouth.
After three or four minutes, I called, “Elle, Elle, Eleanor!” She finally heard me over the music and looked up.
”Turn around,” I said. She looked confused for a few seconds and then grinned.
“Fuck yeah.” She jumped up off the sofa and walked to the end of my head, leaned down and kissed me and then lifted her leg over my head and slowly lowered her pussy onto my waiting tongue.
She sat up as I lapped and licked at her pussy for a short time before sucking her clit into my mouth. “Oh fuck yes, that’s good, fuck yes,” she sighed and then bent over and again took my cock deep into her mouth.
We spent the next five minutes working on each other with our mouths, both taking occasional breaks to sigh and, in her case, moan as the other licked and sucked enthusiastically. Suddenly, she sat up and threw her head back, writhing on my face, before stepping off.
Turning to face me, kissing me as she straddled my body, taking my dick in her hand, she leant forward and whispered. “I need you inside my cunt now!”
She rubbed the head of my cock against the wet opening of her vagina and slowly lowered herself down until she was sitting wide-legged on my lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes,” she sighed.
She slowly moved up and down on top of me as my hands found her pert breasts, squeezing and kneading them, my right hand slowly dropping down her taut stomach to stroke her clit as she threw her head back and moaned loudly.
“My body is vibrating, you need to fuck me from behind now, please baby!” she said with a desperate grin. She was almost manic, and I knew she was coming up.
As I sat up, she climbed on the sofa in front of me on all fours. I placed one foot on the floor and the other beside her; my right hand gripped her shoulder as I slid into her tight, warm pussy from behind, building up a quick rhythm as her loud moaning continued.
“I am close, harder, baby, harder,” she implored.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head towards me, arching her back, slamming into her from behind again and again as her moans swiftly turned to loud drug-fuelled affectations. “Oh yes, fuck yes, fuuuck yes, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, yesss.”
The last yes became a scream that tailed off as the powerful orgasm shook her body. She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched below me.
I became aware she was crying, with tears running down her face. “Are you ok, Elle?” I asked, slightly panicked.
“Yes, I always cry after I cum, no idea why. Please don’t worry,” she explained.
“If you are sure,” I said.
“Yes, sorry, I should have warned you. I know it is a bit fucked up, but if I cry after we fuck, it is a good sign.” She laughed.
As her body finally stopped spasming, I aimed a hard slap at her small arse that snapped her back to reality. “Start the music again first, please,” she said.
I had not even noticed it had stopped. I jumped up and crossed to press play on the CD player again. She tilted her head back from the edge of the sofa and grinned as she watched me walk back to the sofa.
I bent down and kissed her passionately, then stood and slid my cock into her open mouth as she stretched her neck back. I leaned over and started to rub her clit with my fingers as I slid in and out of her throat.
Finally, I moved and knelt in front of her and pushed her thighs apart, her right leg lying across mine as I half sat on the sofa and entered her again. She looked up at me from the sofa with a deep smile and said, “I fucking love coke and I fucking love your cock.”
I laughed, knowing she was caught up in the euphoria of the drugs pulsing through her system. I slowly pushed forward and back, my hand reaching up to stroke and caress her breasts, watching her eyes close and her face contort as I pinched and pulled her nipples in turn. Then, stroking down her stomach, I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb as I built up a slow, steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her.
She took hold of my hand in hers and lifted it, placing it around her throat and sighed, “Choke me.” I squeezed my hand a little, watching her face carefully as I constricted her breathing.
Her head was rolling side to side, and her eyes were closed as she moaned happily to herself. After several minutes, and as her moans were again starting to increase, her eyes suddenly snapped open and she looked straight at me, saying, “Do you want to cum in my ass?”
“Do you want me to cum in your ass?” I asked back, laughing.
“Fuck yes, I really fucking do.” She raised her leg and placed her ankle on my shoulder, slowly moving the other leg to match, so her behind was now high in the air. As her back was on the sofa, she reached below as I withdrew from her and took hold of my cock and aimed it an inch lower. I shifted my weight and felt her arsehole stretch open. As the first inch slid into her she inhaled sharply and her face scrunched in pain.
I froze, but her eyes opened again, and she sighed and smiled, saying, “Keep going, don’t stop.” I put more weight behind it and felt her tight cavity grip my length as I slid further inside. I braced myself on my arms and started to slide in and out of her ever so slowly. Almost immediately, she started to moan loudly again.
“Oh god yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass.” Her eyes were closed again, and her moans had become a strange, high-pitched whine each time she exhaled. My passage became easier as I pushed deeper inside her and started to speed up, feeling that familiar tightening in my stomach.
“Oh god, yes, yes, fuck my ass, yes,” she exulted as she came for a second time. I threw my head back and groaned primally as I emptied myself deep in her arse.
I slid out of her before she calmed down, and she almost squealed as her tightest cavity snapped shut as I withdrew and collapsed beside her on the sofa. After a minute, she turned and covered my face in kisses as tears rolled down her face.
“That was fucking amazing, baby, fucking amazing. Shall we head to my bedroom before my housemates come back and find us naked and me with my ass full of cum?” she said, wiping her eyes and then bursting into a fit of giggles.
We collected our clothes and headed up the stairs, had a quick shower together and then lay naked on her bed and chatted for a couple of hours. Well, if I am honest, she chatted while I listened, until we both fell asleep.
I woke the next morning to find her head smiling up at me from my stomach. “Morning, I think you nearly broke my ass last night!” she said with a grin.
“Should I apologise, or say you are welcome?” I laughed.
“Oh, definitely no apology needed. Last night was amazing; I just hope I was ok. I can get a bit slutty when I am on cocaine.” She laughed.
“Did you hear me complaining?“ I asked with a smile.
“I should say good morning properly.” She continued with a smile as her hand started to stroke my dick under the cover. She slowly pulled the duvet down to reveal my now hard cock and started to lick her tongue in languid, lazy movements from the base to the tip.
Her hand gently stroked me to full hardness. She then climbed to her knees, gripped the base of the shaft with her hand, and wrapped her mouth around the girth tightly. I sighed loudly as she slid her lips back and forth at a steady rate.
After a few minutes, she rose, turned her back to me and lifted her leg over my body, bringing herself slowly down on my cock with a long, drawn-out sigh. I squeezed and slapped her arse as she gently rode me for a few minutes before finally saying, “Now that is a hell of a sight to have first thing in the morning.”
She lifted herself off, spun around, and again slid herself onto me, leaning back as she gently rode me. She took her hair out of the braids and shook it loose, looked down at me and asked, “How is the view now?”
I looked up at the beautiful skinny girl now sliding herself up and down on my dick and laughed, saying, “Pretty fucking good.”
She giggled and started to ride me harder. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her down to kiss me and starting to thrust up into her from below. Speeding up, I heard her breathing become more laboured. She turned her face into my shoulder and started muttering to herself, “Oh god, oh god, oh fuck!”
She then started sobbing; hearing her cum and feeling her pussy spasm as I drove into her was enough to push me over the edge, and I groaned as I pumped my seed deep inside her.
She rolled off me and sighed, looking at me with tearful eyes. “Wow, that was what I fucking needed. We need to get up soon, as I have to go to work.”
I slapped her naked ass as she rolled off the bed.
I ended up staying at hers for several days, and as memory serves, all we did was fuck.
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