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Growing up in a small midwestern town, you see all the pass around girls and promise yourself youll never be like them – talked about like that, looked at like that, thought of so badly. But then you get older... and while all those fears are there you start to want the boys in your town and feel sorry for the pass around girls because you understand what they were after and wanted... were they happier than you? The Date I went on a date..I had just gotten out of 2 year relationship and had a sterling repuation as a good girl. Im not a virgin but nobody knows my business, my own personal kinks. So the date was encouraged by everyone – my best friends couldnt wait for me to be with this good guy. It bombed.. we had nothing to talk about. He was as boring as most rural townies get. I prayed he wouldnt call again and wouldnt get attached. I didnt even kiss him at the end of the date. We met up with friends after dinner and [Redirect Only] he introduced me to his best pal, Jason. Jason was an asshole and girls like me dont talk to boys like him. Hes not a jock/player, hes a good ol farm boy who is just plain mean. The date and hang out ended and I dodged phone calls from the boring guy while curiously wondering when I would see Jason again.... He was the exact opposite of me. But I found it intriguing. Im about 55, no booty but massive boobs. Its hard to find 36DDD bras but atleast it gives me a novelty item, I stand out and I like to. I like it when guys stare at them and even though I act annoyed when they comment or drunkenly brush against me it makes me all tingly inside. Long brown hair that runs down the better part of my back and blue eyes make me a typical white girl. Im nothing special. Jason is huge. He looks like a piece of farming equipment. 63, shoulders I doubt I could get my little arms around and a direct and cold stare. He has wavy dirty blonde hair and dead looking brown eyes. Nothing to look twice at unless you cant reach the top shelf, honestly. Jason shows up I had never seen him out with our group before... Why is he here I kept wondering, annoyed. I felt like he was keeping an eye on me all night to make sure I didnt flirt with anyone and maintained my contact with his best friend. After a long night of whiskey and wishing I could cut loose Jason demanded to drive me back to our friends house and crash there – safe and sound. I wanted to stay at the party but didnt know how to say it. I always thought about a guy just pinning me against a wall at a party and fucking me senseless in some random bedroom but it clearly wasnt going to happen. (In all honesty I would never be able to do it ) We all had a few more beers and slowly everyone went to there rooms and found their couches to crash on. I wanted to go home but Jason took my keys and told me I wasnt driving anywhere. I got on a couch to go to bed and he sat beside me... I wasnt sure why. Then, he laid down and took up all the room on the couch. I still wasnt sure what was happening – Im the girl, I at least get the couch! I directly told him. He said Tough young amateur pictures shit, you can either sleep on this couch or the floor I dont care. I was drunk, I was getting angrier, and I thought it was a good idea at the time. I punched him in the chest. I felt the mistake I made wash over me as the thud sounded between us and I realized it would have been more effective to punch a tree trunk. He laughed... HE LAUGHED and I couldnt take it! I beat on his chest and felt the red heat fill my cheeks. Jason pulled me on top of him and I beat on his chest harder, cursing inaudibly and he grabbed the backs of my elbows and pinned them against my back. I couldnt move and was still angry. He pulled me in and kissed me hard. I melted. His tongue pressed into my mouth and I kissed him back like it was an oxygen source. My arms relaxed, my mouth began to soften as I kissed slower and more deliberately, my whole body gave in to him. He kept his grip on me hard, and it really started to hurt. I lifted my mouth just enough to say I give, I give. He grabbed my keys and said we were going. I followed him not even two steps behind every way from the couch, through the kitchen, out the patio, and to my car. I barely had time to put my shoes on. I went to the drivers side and asked for my keys. He had that same douche bag laugh and told me to get in the other side and buckle up. I didnt argue, I was drunk.. but this is MY car. We drove down the dark, lightless roads to my house... and I realized this could reflect badly on me... what would other people think. I said What about your best friend? Keeping that hard gaze on the road he growled, I really dont give a shit, Jen. I just wanna fuck you with all my might. – Simplistic and direct. It was all I needed/wanted to hear. We walked into my house and I sat on the old 1980s couch. He walked in the bedroom instead and started taking off his coat and boots. I followed, wondering if I should argue how rude that presumption was or just enjoy this fantasy as it played out. He told me he was tired and laid down. I laid next to him, facing him on my side and very confused. He turns my way and grabs my hips and nearly tosses me on top of his lap. I try to get my balance and I straddle him and he just stares at me. I karups hometown com slowly (cautiously might be the better word) lower myself onto his chest and start kissing his ear and neck. His skin tastes so good. His skin is salty and rough on my tongue. I feel the goosebumps rise on his right side and begin to suck on his ear lobe gently and grind my hips. He grips the back of my amateur women gallery hair, nearly wrapping it around his fist and gives me the same hard kiss he did before. I keep grinding my hips and realize this is really embarrassing because Im wearing a skirt and my panties are pressed against his manhood. I just cant stop grinding. I feel his hardness and it keeps hitting me in the exact right spot. I start to grind hard – I havent had real amateur anal sex (click through the up coming website) in months and with every grind its rubbing my clit in the exact right way. My panties feel wet and Im just praying hes not getting weirded out as I dry hump his in-jean boner. I climb off his lap and begin undoing his belt when he grabs the tops of my arms and swings me onto my back and my front half is now hanging off the bed side with his one arm barely supporting me. Stop, Im falling I say breathlessly. He just says Your not going to fall and brings his other hand up through the leg of my panties. I try to push his hand away because I dont want him to feel how wet I am. I dont want him to think Im a slut and I was actually enjoying his ass. Jason takes his hand out and throws my arm back and begins to let me slide further off the bed. Im trying to touch the ground below my bed to brace myself when he dives a couple fingers back in my panties and into my wet, hot amateur pictures slit. I cant move, and I dont want to. He goes so slowly in and out around my lips and barely grazes my now throbbing clit. I start to moan and go relaxed as he continues this ambiguous rubbing. He amateur pussy galleries pulls me up with an arm under my shoulder and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself in closer. He dives a finger into my tight little pussy. Im so wet now but its too late, he knows and apparently doesnt mind. Maybe he even likes it, I wonder. Safely back on the bed I arch my back as he goes faster. I grip his forearm and grind free amateur nude galleries my hips against his hand as I push him arm down harder on me. I cant handle this anymore... I need him inside me. I need to feel his cock literally rip me apart. I dont feel like I have a choice in how fast this is going but I just need him to rip my clothes off... I want to feel his mouth on my breasts. I want him to pinch them and nibble them as I ride him to my satisfaction.. but is it going to happen? anonyil