How had the night ended up with a stranger with two fingers knuckle deep in my girlfriend’s juicy pussy? Actually, that wasn’t how the night ended up - it was only the start LOL. We (me, my girlfriend, Julie, and Mark, the ‘stranger’) were only just in the taxi on the way to Mark’s hotel room!
A quick recap of what was going on if you’ve not read Part 1. Julie and I had been in the local pub, and Julie had ‘accidentally’ flashed a bit of thigh under her skirt to a well-dressed stranger as he passed. We thought he was leaving and were having a bit of innocent fun before we left too - but the next minute, the stranger was back with a fresh drink, asking if he could join us. He introduced himself as Mark, explaining he was “back in the old neighbourhood on business”. Before we knew it we were all chatting away like old friends.
Mark was just one of those people you just couldn’t help but like. He also had what’s now called ‘rizz’ - the charisma and charm that has women eating out of his hand. He pretty much seduced Julie in front of me (not that I was really aware of it at the time), and even persuaded her to secretly slip her knickers off in the pub - as you do for strangers! - when I went off to buy a round. A few drinks later, and we were suddenly in the back of a black cab, Mark and Julie on the back seat, with me facing them on a fold-down seat. Then Mark and Julie started snogging, while he pulled her skirt up, pushed her legs apart to finger her in front of me.
So that’s where the last part ended. Me in drunken shock watching Mark slip one then two fingers into Julie’s obviously soaking wet cunt and rubbing her swollen clit at the same time. Julie was sighing and moaning and panting - at least, she was when Mark didn’t have his tongue down her throat. God only knows if the taxi driver was watching in his mirror!
Just before I go on, I’d better explain that I’ve thought about this whole scenario a lot over the years - and wanked about it a lot too! - so while the events are pretty much as I remember it, the thoughts aren’t exactly what I was thinking at the time. In fact, I wasn’t really thinking at all, just watching and following along.
So thinking about it later, Mark was pretty much out of our league really - obviously rich and successful, confident and good-looking, oozing charm. And we were at least ten years younger than him (only 19 and 21), and pretty sexually naive. So why did he even talk to us?
Most likely, he’d been stood up (probably by some equally attractive woman) and when Julie deliberately flashed him, he must have thought, ‘oh fuck it!’ - or rather, oh fuck her! So who cared if her boyfriend (me!) was there? It probably just made it even more sexually exciting for him if he could pick up and then screw a younger woman while her boyfriend watched.
Not that he was an arrogant prick or anything, it’s just that when we got in the taxi, the whole dynamic seemed to change. Suddenly he was definitely in charge, and Julie was definitely his to do what he liked with - but I was welcome to tag along. Weird thinking about it now, but I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to object even if I’d wanted to.
Soon the taxi had pulled up outside some fancy hotel and we all tumbled out, Julie looking all flushed and disheveled. I can’t remember who paid the taxi fare, just trailing along behind as Mark marched Julie straight across the hotel lobby to the lifts.
They began snogging again once we were in the lift, with Mark fumbling with Julie’s bra strap behind her back, and then kneading her ripe young tits once he’d got it undone. Julie had her eyes closed all the time, but her hand was rubbing up and down what was obviously a long and very hard cock hidden inside Mark’s trousers. She was obviously as turned on as Mark was - and as I was watching them, my cock throbbing painfully in my trousers.
Then we were in his room, and Julie sprawled on the bed, minus her blouse and bra, her skirt up round her waist. Her legs were open and I saw her cunt lips, pink and glistening in her surrounding bush of tight-curled black pubes
Mark was struggling with his trousers and then suddenly he was on top of her, his hand between this legs, obviously positioning his big stiff cock.
“Sorry, babe, I just need to fuck you,” he said. “You’re so hot. I need to fuck you now.”
His hips thrust forward, and Julie sort of squealed as he impaled her. Then he began pounding her with deep hard thrusts, Julie grunted each time he bottomed out in her, whether with pleasure or pain I couldn’t tell.
Julie’s arms were wrapped tightly around Mark’s muscular back as his buttocks slammed backwards and forwards between her wide-spread thighs. It was like watching two animals mating - at least Mark was like a ram or a bull, with only one purpose in mind: to fill this female full of his sperm.
And it didn’t take long. Mark started speeding up, then his buttocks clenched as he gave one last violent thrust as he pumped his seed as far up Julie’s tight young cunt as he could.
He must have spasmed six or seven times, each signalling a squirt of hot jizz deep into Julie’s womb. Then he collapsed back on top of her, kissing her and whispering, “You’re so gorgeous - I couldn’t help myself. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
When he finally rolled away, I caught my first glimpse of my girlfriend - my well fucked girlfriend. Her legs still sprawled apart, her pubes all matted with sweat and pussy juice, and her cunt now red and angry-looking, still slightly gaping from the pounding Mark had given her. And as I watched, a large dollop of white cum slithered from her slit onto the bedsheet.
I looked at her face. It was as red and as flushed as her pussy was. So were her tits, while her nipples were more swollen and engorged than I’d ever seen them.
“Go on, mate, keep her on the boil while I get my breath back,” Mark said. It was almost as if he’d suddenly realised that he just pumped his seed into a tight, potentially fertile young cunt, and that he wanted me to have the responsibility if Julie got pregnant!
I don’t remember how, but I’d obviously kicked off my shoes and dragged off my trousers while Mark was humping her - and I was on top of Julie like a shot. My slipping rigid cock just slipped straight into her. It was my first ever freshly creampied pussy, and it was like poking my dick into a pot of hot sticky goo. It just felt so good, I’ll never forget that feeling.
Then I was pumping away like Mark had been just a few minutes earlier. I was so turned on that I must have only managed half a dozen thrusts - only lasting that long cos my cock didn’t even seem to touch the sides! - before I was cumming, spurting my boiling cum into Julie’s cunt to add to the load Mark had given her. Each spurt felt so good it almost hurt.
Then Mark was pushing me off her. (I realise now that Julie had hardly moved when I’d mounted her, just letting me use her as a cum dump. What she obviously needed was Mark’s big cock again - not that I’d really seen his weapon properly yet, seeing as things had happened so fast.)
Mark was kissing her again, though this time they were gentle little kisses all over her face. “Your turn now baby,” he whispered.
He pushed Julie round so she was lying width-wise across the bed, her head near the middle and her legs dangling over one side. He shoved her arms up above her head, making her flushed tits rise, and her rock hard nipples point straight up.
“Hold her down” he ordered me, and I obediently hopped onto the bed, holding down Julie’s arms by the wrists.
Mark gave her one last kiss and whispered, “You’ll love this, babe”
He slithered down onto the floor, then pushed her knees apart to kneel between her legs.
“You’ll love this, babe” he repeated, then buried his head between her thighs.
Julie, her eyes still tightly closed, began thrashing and moaning beneath me, her tits flushing even deeper red as her chest rose and fell with her increasingly ragged breathing.
I looked down between her legs. Mark’s head was still clamped firmly onto her cunt and I could see his shoulder moving - he was obviously fingering her as he munched away at her clit.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Julie started to moan …
