Chadslist: On the Front Porch
Before the hookup apps, there was Chadslist.
"What do you mean you're not coming? I set this up a week ago. You promised you'd make time. I could've gone skiing with my friends. Now, I'm stuck at home alone because... because you're a shitty boyfriend," Janet gripped her phone tightly, about to throw it, then stomped her foot and angrily spoke into it. "Keep talking, you idiot!" she snapped, before replacing the phone to her ear.
"Please, let me--"
"Don't bother. I'm fed up with your lame excuses. We're over."
"Wait, Janet."
"Go away, Robert. Stop calling me."
Janet lobbed the phone to the pile of pillows on her bed. She'd known for weeks that she should've ended things with him. Hell, she should've never dated him at all. Instead, she'd given him chances. He'd say he was busy with work, then call late at night, seeking sex. But whenever she wanted to do something besides that, he'd be busy again. She'd started to feel exploited but excused it in some way, until tonight when she realized he only date her for the sex. Abruptly canceling their plans was the final straw.
The sex wasn't even that great, if anything for her. If she was going to have casual sex, she might as well be with someone who could actually satisfy her. Get her off.
"OK, what do I do now?" Janet ran her fingers through her hair, staring around her bedroom, not knowing how to occupy her night.
Her friends had gone skiing. They'd rented a cabin, and wouldn't be home until later Sunday. They were likely among the ranks of extremely intoxicated skiers, planning a morning trip downhill. Janet remained alone, having intended to spend time with Robert. Dinner. Dancing. Then sex. Not their usual routine of sex and then sleep. If he even bothered to spend the night, he usually made up some lie about an early morning. Now, she was left in an empty house with nothing to do. She considered calling some female friends she hadn't seen since freshman year, but realized she wasn't interested. They'd just try to cheer her up. They were sweet, but Janet just wanted to move on. Robert wasn't worth getting upset over.
What she needed was a guy to sleep with. She wanted to be well-fucked. Replace Robert with someone who could fulfill the desires he couldn't. Dare, take risks. Burn off that excess vigor from her anger.
Breaking up with Robert filled her with energy. She felt invigorated, using the excess energy for a different purpose. She was horny as hell.
She desired an orgasm. No, she wanted someone else to make her cum. Which Robert, in his blandness, was unable to do. Mainly because he was terrified of getting caught. His risk-averse behavior disturbed her. When she'd spot potential locations for a quickie, she'd share the details with him, hoping to illegally copulate in public. But Robert wasn't down for that. It wasn't that Janet wanted to get in trouble. She wasn't naive, but imagining herself getting caught doing the deed with someone else did it for her. It had to be spontaneous. Not planned, or else it might as well be boring.
Where could she find someone who wasn't deathly afraid of spontaneity?
She couldn't bear going to the bars alone. She didn't like alcohol and thought it was pitiful whenever people were alone in public, let alone drunk. And let's be real: she didn't want to have end-drunk sex with a guy who claimed to have a massive dick, loads of stamina, and the ability to make her cum with just his little finger. She would never trust any last-of-the-night guy who promised her the best time of her life.
Then she remembered Chadslist. She'd purchased a bike there the previous summer, but it also offered a personals section. She hadn't browsed for dates herself, but she'd recognized a few guys discussing hookups. It hadn't worked for them, but maybe it would work for her. Guys can't pass up a horny girl.
Sitting at her computer, she navigated to the "Casual Encounters" section. She hesitated, then clicked to create an ad. Hesitating again, wondering what to write. She wanted someone wilder than Robert. Risk takers. Excitement through adventure. But how to phrase this so guys would want to meet up with her? She should have known they'd be willing to do anything this adventurous girl asked. She was the one making the decisions.
Have you ever wanted to sneak away and have fun with someone in public? Message ExSiXi71 for a sexy date!
Her heart raced as she awaited responses. Suddenly, her phone started pinging, guys responding to her message. ExSiXi71, so horny she could all but see the steam rising from her phone.
As her underwear became moist, Janet's thoughts raced. She fantasized about a variety of scenarios. Being used by multiple men at a party. Having sex on a desk in front of a large lecture hall. Swimming naked at the university pool (even though she didn't require a man for that). She slid her hand beneath her waistband, slipping a finger into her slick folds before caressing her clitoris. She stared at a blank form before her. She searched for something daring but also didn't want to leave her home. She was in one of those moods.
"Shit, what should I write? What if the guy is a serial killer?" Janet thought out loud. "This isn't a good idea."
Considering more practical options, she wondered if any post on Chadslist was secure. She pondered the risks of inviting a stranger into her home. Then she considered her roommate's many conquests from the bars. Was dancing in the dark enough to determine if a man was safe? Not really, and if she was honest, the idea of a stranger turned her on. Well, almost a stranger. She wished to learn something about the man.
"Please send a photo in your reply," was the first thing Janet typed. She wouldn't post a picture of herself, but she wouldn't sleep with a man if she didn't know what he looked like. Then again, she didn't particularly care what his face looked like; she just wanted to see his...
"Please send a photo of your erect penis in your response." Janet amended. The word "cock" seemed too casual for this situation.
She supposed all she needed was a big cock for the night. Of course, a great body was a plus, but her focus was on the man's genitalia.
What other factors did she wish to consider? Were there any safe meeting locations? She considered the park across the street and its enclosed slide, which she imagined as a potential hookup zone since she moved in. No. That wasn't what she was yearning for. She fantasized about waiting for a guy naked, letting him show up and service her, then leave. No names needed. That was sexy, but it did not fully satisfy her appetite for risk. The anonymity of the stranger aroused her, but if he simply fucked her in her living room, there was no possibility of getting caught. She did not believe she was ready for full-on public sex. Not just yet. She required guidance.
Her mind drifted back to the front porch, a place visible from the road but only partially above the waist. If she lay on the chaise, only her head and breasts would be visible from the street. That would be ideal.
"I'll be waiting naked on my front porch..." Janet typed. "If I like what I see and you agree to my terms, I'll give you my address."
Her limbs trembled, and her heart pulsed erratically as she typed. Janet knew this was a perilous decision, but it also exhilarated her. She could simply close the window and abandon the notion, but she recognized she'd regret it for the rest of the night, if not longer. She momentarily considered aborting her plan but realized she'd no doubt return to it later. If so, she should do it now. She posed the question: to play it safe or take the risk? She chose the latter. She pressed "post" and her inbox began to flood.
The responses arrived almost immediately. Her computer issued a series of dings, prompting her to disable the sound. Who were these guys? Were they reloading the site in the hopes of scoring a sexual encounter? Janet recoiled at the thought. The attention was thrilling but also slightly disturbing, as the respondents appeared to be a collection of hapless, horny men. She had tried to steer clear of those types when visiting bars, yet she had stumbled upon them here.
Nevertheless, Janet opened the emails one by one. Many lacked attached photos, and she swiftly dismissed them without reading. She examined the others carefully. The majority had close-ups, providing no information on their size, so she clicked through them quickly. The ones with images that appealed to her remained open, allowing her to compare them. They were impressive, but none aroused her more than the next.
Approximately an hour passed before she found a standout photograph. It was an attractive cock propped up against a table, with a can of soda lying adjacent. While not as thick as the can, it was close and appeared to be nearly double its size. Janet gasped, unsure if she'd be able to accommodate such dimensions, but a growing desire to try filled her body. Her pussy dampened at the thought.
How long should she wait? Her inbox was still flooded, mainly with replies from eager men. Averting her gaze, she refocused on the email with the alluring photo.
"I'm free tonight. All you have to do is tell me where to put it," the email message stated.
It was a simple message, nothing special. But for Janet, it was all she needed to know. He was clearly confident in his abilities, and his assets were enough to convince her. There was no need for him to sweet-talk her; she already saw what she wanted in the photo he attached. This photo was worth way more than a thousand words - it was what she needed to reach her goal: a few satisfying orgasms. Noticing his fine-looking body with those abs and thighs confirmed he was in decent shape, which was a plus.
She could have asked for his face picture, but she realized it was more exciting for him to arrive without her knowing what he looked like.
Was this the guy? He seemed perfect, but why was someone like this browsing Chadslist on a Friday evening? Perhaps he was shy? Insane? Or didn't have any friends? Maybe he was even married, and his wife was away? But why should she judge? After all, she was also spending her Friday evening at home, posting on Chadslist for some excitement.
She sent him her address and told him to show up in an hour.
***
Her mind was still spinning when she stepped into the shower. What exactly did she know about this man? Was that even his cock? She'd assumed students would be browsing Chadslist, but considering it was Friday night, they were probably out trying to pick up girls in bars and parties. This had to be an older man. But what was his age? His skin didn't look too old, so he was likely in his late twenties or early thirties. She liked older guys who kept fit, and she had never been with one before. But what about her? Wasn't she attractive enough for a college guy? Then again, if sex turned out to be unsatisfactory, she could always contact other people who had responded to her ad.
Her mind drifted to thoughts of how this stranger would play with her. He'd take his time, making sure she had one explosive orgasm before he joined her. Next, he would use his large cock to fill her cunt with pleasure. He'd be gentle but forceful, making her body tremble with each thrust. When she reached her final climax, he wouldn't hold back; he'd shoot his load inside her.
"Oh my god," Janet exclaimed as she climaxed suddenly, needing the support of the shower tray to keep from falling.
She was so carried away by the fantasy that she didn't see her orgasm coming. It wasn't huge, but it quenched her growing ache since posting the ad. Thinking more clearly now, Janet reconsidered her plan. Did she want this stranger to fill her up? Yes, she did. Did she want his seed to leak from her cunt as he pulled out of her? Absolutely. But was it smart? No. They were strangers, and she needed to protect herself.
Using condoms was the only logical choice. That way, she wouldn't get pregnant, and she could prevent any potential infections.
"If this guy is even half as good as I imagine," Janet muttered to herself, "tonight is going to be absolutely incredible."
Janet had twenty more minutes before her date was set to arrive. She had no desire to change just to take her clothes off again. She'd agreed to meet him naked and wanted to spend some leisure time on the porch ahead of time. Once she was dry, she snatched a pack of condoms --- about three should suffice, right? --- and trekked toward the patio. Before stepping onto the front porch, she glanced outside, ensuring the path was unobstructed before abruptly darting toward the chaise in the corner, crouching beneath the half wall to evade identification.
The evening was pleasantly warm, despite the hint of chill in the air. Goosebumps immediately blanketed her, as it brushed against previously sheltered areas. When she finally settled into the chaise, her nipples hardened and her pussy became slick with excitement. A convulsion, starting in her fingers, wound its way through her body until she was almost quaking in anticipation.
This was no temperature induced shiver. It was her emotions, crashing like a wave. They'd been more manageable when she was indoors, but standing naked, partially exposed by the half wall on the porch, she'd lost control. She took in big, steady breaths, trying to regain command of her pulsating emotions by exploiting her arousal. An image of the mystery man pushed her closer to making love, soothing her nervous system somewhat. However, the image of her front porch, stark naked, waited for a stranger obscured merely by a half wall, terrified her. She held her breath and began to caress her body, imagining what the forthcoming man would do to her as she endeavoured to control her nerves by stimulating her erotic yearnings. The fantasy aided her somewhat, but the reality of baring it all on her front porch was still frightening. Still, she maintained her position.
Janet took a deep breath and focused on her fingers working her nipples as her other hand slid across her bare stomach down to her clit. After cumming in the shower, she didn't want to climax again without the stranger, but playtime wasn't going to stop her from edging herself. Her eyes closed as she anxiously waited, trying to contain her carnal urges. As she engaged in sexual self-gratification, her nervous tremors began to dissipate. Eventually, she distinguished the sound of approaching footsteps, summoning her focus away from her own pleasure.
She was preserving her modesty with the porch walls, stalling curious passers-by from witnessing her nakedness, but it was thrilling to know she had no other choice but to uncover if someone knocked on the door. Inside, she had options, but she was completely exposed here. The thought of having unsolicited spectators filled her with excitement. The thought of intimate encounters with an obscured stranger appealed to her, despite the impending fright of being gathered with one's genitals fully exposed to the block.
Each footstep outside sounded like rustling leaves as Janet's heart thumped in her chest, and she distinctly heard the murmurings of late-night stragglers, partiers either desperately en route or speedily departing. Would they notice the shimmering auburn hair of a woman pleasurably patting herself only twenty feet on the other side of the wall, even though it was near eleven 'o clock and many people were carousing? Could her moans and groans be drowned out by the neighbor's barking dog, or would they echo through the air to be heard by all? Would the stranger take her out back for a naughty liaison? Would he fuck her right there in the open, or would he recede when the sidewalk came into view? Janet was uncertain as to how she'd respond to this sexual tryst, if it came to fruition. In her mind though, she was pinned to the chaise, oblivious to the possible audience.
Janet was less enthralled by the possibility of exposure, yet it didn't repel her completely. The idea of fucking in public was her turn-on, whether or not someone watched. The more she did, the closer she edged to climax, but she wanted to resist, as her date still had a few minutes to reach her home. She breathed deeply, attempting to bring her anxiety into submission, knowing it was about to resurface the instant the stranger appeared.
"I hope you're the woman who mentioned it on Craigslist," a masculine voice remarked, jolting Janet's eyes open.
A blonde, clean-shaven, unshaven man, reminisce of a fraternity bro or a preppy, stood before her, nearly half-undressed. His almond-shaped eyes hid behind rectangular glasses. Unlike the weathered man of Janet's imagination, this gentleman looked late-twenties, sun-safe.
"Yes, yes... I placed the advertisement," Janet froze, struggling to utter the words accurately. "I'm the one."
When she saw him, she felt a sense of relief. only now was she aware of how much she had dreaded what he might look like. His attractiveness, not just cute but handsome, even hotter than that, made her fears disappear. However, it didn't change the fact that appearing naked before him was a strange situation. It was exciting when she imagined it and even more so when she was playing with herself on the porch, but now with him standing fully clothed over her, stark naked, she realized just how exposed she was.
There was no flirting, no build up, no anticipation of what they might look like naked after a kiss in the corner of a dark club. She had known what his cock was like, but he had come expecting her to be someone he might be interested in. It crossed her mind that he might have just walked away if she hadn't made the cut. She worried about what he thought of her. She knew she wasn't fat, but how could she be sure what he actually thought? Her friends didn't say bad things about her appearance. Haven't her close acquaintances? But how did she know what this stranger thought?
Slowly, he let his shirt fall from his shoulders, leaving it to land on the decking.
That was what he thought.
She realized he was in it for the long haul. She was apparently attractive enough that he was stripping in front of her, exposing himself fully to the street. But had he yet to undress completely? She wished she knew. Could she expect him to reveal himself fully once he removed his pants?
Her mind was a blank slate. Her eyes remained fixed on his perfect abs. He only looked away when he unzipped his jeans.
"Oh my god," Janet murmured, as he stepped out of them, his massive cock jutting straight out, still growing larger. "You're even bigger than I imagined."
"Thank you," the stranger said, "I'm glad you like me. I had prepared for you to be an older, overweight man tricking me into something dangerous. I mean, this whole idea really turned me on, and I was ready to take the risk, but damn, I didn't expect you to be this hot. I mean, check out those breasts. Your hips. That adorable shy smile you have right now. Oh my god, I almost forgot to introduce myself."
"Don't," Janet interrupted. "I like not knowing who you are. I'm really nervous, but every step you took since you read my post has turned me on. I shouldn't do this. it's so foolish and unsafe, but fuck it makes me feel like I'm so horny."
"Let me assure you I am not planning to kill you or anything like that. I-although I'm sure that promise is meaningless. But I understand how you feel. I've been dripping precum since I read your post. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to join you so badly. I'm just so happy you chose me," the stranger said as he knelt before her. "I've been wondering what you tasted like on my way here. May I find out?"
"Please," Janet spread her legs for the good-looking stranger, took her fingers away from her cunt, and waited for him to replace them with his tongue.
He didn't rush, choosing instead to simply kiss the inside of her left leg. He placed his hands on her knees and held them firmly in place as he moved from licks to kisses, inching closer to her mound. His breath was warm against her body, yet sent shivers up her leg and across her torso. The shaking in her hands increased, sending her entire nervous system into overdrive. The conflicting feelings returned, but she fought against telling him to stop.
She wanted him more than anyone before, her pussy yearning to be sampled by his impressive penis. She had never been with someone so large and she had never felt such intense lust. As her nerves spiked, so did her desire to experience eating and then fucking. She'd never felt anything like this before, hoping it would return. How did she always feel this way? She didn't know another way to achieve this blend of exposure, vulnerability, and unbridled lust. Maybe engaging in random public sex with strangers was precisely what she craved.
Her breathing became heavier as he moved closer to her intimate area, kissing and teasing her there. He held her legs in place, but she responded by pushing herself toward him. He resisted, and she was frustrated. Desperate, she grabbed his head and pulled it toward her moist lips. She knew he could withstand the temptation. She could sense he also wanted to taste her, as he had mentioned earlier. Why apply unnecessary delays when both of them were ready? This night didn't call for protocol or follow-the-rules steps. They had already moved from zero to sixty. So, maybe it was time to accelerate to one hundred.
Janet groaned as his tongue touched her clit. "Do I taste as great as you imagined?"
Being touched by a stranger caused her body to stop shaking. Instead, she focused on the pleasurable sensations. Although he played around with her clit, hesitating to give her an orgasm, she thought it was better that way. The anticipation would make it more intense later.
"Please..." Janet pleaded. "Make me cum. I need it so much. I want it so much. Please suck my clit. Slide your fingers inside me. Let me scream into the open night. I want the frats to hear you make me climax!"
"Alright," the stranger rasped, diving back into his feast.
At this point, Janet's intense pleasure stopped for a moment, giving her a chance to think. Despite being eaten out by a stranger, she wasn't panicking. Her front porch wasn't an issue, nor was the whole situation. What caused her to panic was that his first contact was her pussy. It wasn't in line with her normal steps. Still, she'd decided that tonight didn't matter, and she could do anything she wanted. No rules, no restrictions, and nobody to judge her. Plus, the thought of the first lips that touched her being wet from her fluids drove her crazy.
His tongue flicked her clit didn't hurt at all.
While Janet was daydreaming, he inserted two fingers inside her and sucked on her clit between his teeth, bringing her back to reality. She was moments away from climaxing, and his sudden action pushed her over the edge. Cumming had never felt this intense, and it surpassed all the great orgasms she'd experienced in the past. A million thoughts raced through her head: the pleasure, the strangeness, the risk of exposure...all these things elevated her to a new level of pleasure.
"Yes...yes, right there...just like that...keep going!" Janet screamed, not caring that her neighbours could hear her.
In fact, the idea of them hearing only amplified her pleasure. Janet wanted them to know she was cumming and owned her search for pleasure.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Janet convulsed, her body trembling with waves of ecstasy flooding through her. "This feels so fucking great!"
She could have been shy, reserved, and obedient. Now, she was embracing her sexuality, relaxing, and uninhibited. The need to follow pre-established rules was obsolete. This was about embracing her desires.
"Holy fuck! You're very skilled! I can't wait to feel what you'd do with that big dick!" Janet remarked, calming down.
As Janet gazed around, her head was slightly above the half wall preserving her modesty. No matter, as her audience watched her ecstatic displays, she was completely exposed. Outside, three lads--either on their way to or returning from a gathering--found themselves on the footpath. Holding beer bottles in their grasp, their mouths hung open in disbelief. Their focus was fixed on her as they struggled to process what they were witnessing. Unable to take their eyes off her, they froze when she glanced their way and sent them a flirty smile and a wink. She knew they'd be chatting about this for the remaining hours of the night and several more days. She amused herself by wondering how they'd recount her narrative, wondering if modifications would even be necessary.
"From this, I guess you dug it," the stranger remarked teasingly as he scooted towards her, his chin glistening under the streetlight's radiance. "You're so tasty, to be frank. Even better than I'd imagined."
His upper torso grazed against her thighs. Then his abs, like a washboard, shifted above her pussy. She could sense her juices smearing against his flesh. He stopped, suspended above her. As he lowered himself, her nipples experienced the weight of his pecs, and when he lowered his face toward hers, Janet inhaled deeply in anticipation of their first kiss.
"Do you have a prophylactic?" the stranger inquired, briefly ceasing his advance.
She understood that she should make him wear one. It was the sensible option, but for the moment, she longed to kiss him. To draw him down and lock her lips with his. To invite his naked organ inside her.
"You don't require one," she whispered.
The condoms she'd stored on the porch table were close by, but she wasn't certain if they'd fit him. Even if they did, she didn't wish to use one. She didn't heed the risks. She wanted to indulge in this experience. She wanted a raw sexual encounter, stripped down, with no barriers. Daring had been her goal: to dive deeper into the ocean, to explore thrilling unknowns devoid of forethought. Why not abandon safety? She yearned for the pureness of a wild experience, the exhilaration of delving into the unknown.
"I want you to penetrate me without wearing a condom. I want to experience the sensation of your bare prick rocking inside me. I yearn for you to coat my cunt with your hot sperm," Janet confessed, trying to reassure both of them.
The stranger smirked. "You're one crazy bitch."
But Janet didn't hesitate. She beckoned him to her, pulled his pink, wet lips close, and slashed her tongue through them, intertwining their tongues, savoring his essence, the taste of her swirling around his mouth, their hips rocking rhythmically against one another. The stranger's prick pulsated against her clit, becoming increasingly lubricated as they slowly intensified their motions. His actions became more pronounced with each stroke until his cockhead caressed her outer folds, rubbing against her clit, his shaft's base resting on her wet slit. He kept her body pinned beneath his, wrapping one hand around her butt and the other around her head. When his face reached hers, Janet drew in a deep breath in preparation of their kiss.
"Do you have any protection?" the stranger asked, inches from her awaiting lips.
She hesitated, knowing the sensible move would be to insist on a condom. But she desired to kiss him, to fold her lips against his, to feel his warm skin pressing against her own. To welcome him inside her and let him creep deeper than anyone before.
"You don't need it," she breathed.
She could see the condom package on the porch table, yet dreading the thought of whether her man could wear them, she decided against it. Not unless it was him. She craved to experience him uncovered, to witness every sensation, sealing herself with the intoxicating danger of the experience. Her life had been one of shallow waters, her gaze focused on the promise of the ocean. Now, she finally had the chance to plunge into its depths.
"I want you to penetrate me without any barriers--raw--nothing between us. To experience the risk heightens the thrill of this," Janet stammered, searching for justifications shielding her.
"You're a total wild animal," the stranger remarked roughly, punctuating his words with a chuckle.
Janet wrapped her arms around his back, running her fingers over his muscles. Encouraged by her display, he was encouraged to proceed further. He began thrusting, grinding into her, allowing her to take his enormous girth. Gradually, their kissing grew more frenzied, and she could hear him gasp every time he buried his member to the hilt, the sound almost decadent. He then was forced to pull out, gripping his penis before sinking it back inside. Janet's body was taut and expectant. A nerve-wracking mix of fear and pleasure, her nipples tensed, her pussy quivering. He coated her folds effortlessly, caressing her insides.
When she was completely at ease and certain he wouldn't hurt her, she allowed her hands to glide towards his ass.holding onto his cheeks, she ground against him, encouraging him to fuck her as she'd imagined when publishing the advertisement.
"Take me. Use me. Fuck me with your enormous cock. I long for the neighbors to be envious. To covet what they're missing."
He followed orders, but still proceeded with caution, withdrawing himself slightly before gently pushing back in. She had never experienced anything similar. She had been anxious about allowing him inside her, but after he was deeply inserted, she understood that there was little difference compared to the cocks she had previously experienced. The anticipation of him entering her was the obstacle, not the actual size. Nevertheless, he felt great as he pivoted his hips. He knew what he was doing and soon had her breathing heavily in the cool night breeze.
"Yes. Carry on. Engage faster. Harder. You're much better than Robert---" Janet cut herself short, knowing she'd erred.
"Robert?" The stranger tilted his head, halting his rhythm as he moved away from her.
"He's irrelevant. Merely my ex. I'm so sorry. I was just speaking out loud. Please continue, I want to cum terribly."
"Well, as long as I'm better than Robert, it's fine," the stranger stated with a light chuckle as he resumed his movement. "I just didn't want any enraged man returning to find us out here."
"Oh, God, yes, I mean, oh God, ugh, no," Janet stammered and groaned. "I don't require him to show up here anymore. Although, he could benefit from observing you. Besides, he could learn a thing or two. Oh God. Yes. Keep going. I long to feel you cum inside me."
Janet didn't know why she stated that. She had never felt someone ejaculate within her. At times, she could sense the muscles twitch, but even then, she was often unsure if the man did not vocalize his ejaculation. Stating she "wanted to feel him cum" seemed alluring and filthy, but it wasn't the truth. However, filthy could be preferable to truth.
"You're snug. I haven't had anyone so tight in years," the stranger remarked.
Janet questioned if what he said was the reality or just something he believed was hot also. Could he tell the difference between the compactness of various vaginas? Was it important to him? Or did he merely assume he was complimenting her on being a snug fit?
Regardless, it didn't matter as he was driving her toward climax with alarming speed. She gripped his ass and thrust upwards as he moved his hips. The sensations were increasing, and as she let her head drop back onto the cushion, she let out a low moan which transformed into a shrill cry, piercing the night air. Informing all passed out students on her front porch that the stranger knew what he was doing. Encouraging them to stop and pay attention. Take a chair and jot down his actions. His technique should be documented since he knew something that no other man Janet had been with knew. How to make her climax solely with his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes! Keep going. Oh God, yes. Keep going. I'm... I'm... I'm... Cumming!" Janet shouted, indicating the start of her orgasm and leading many people to halt and gaze at the porch.
Until now, she hadn't paid much attention to the activity on the sidewalk. She had been too immersed in receiving a stranger's attention that she'd nearly forgotten she was outside. Even in her post-orgasmic condition, she could only see their heads and was aware that they couldn't see her exposed body. Not that they could doubt what was occurring. Knowing that they were watching increased her excitement.
"Lie on your back," she instructed before mounting him.
She hadn't fully recuperated from her climax, but the excitement drove her on. Strengthened by adrenaline and a desire to orgasm again. She settled on his dick without hesitation, now accustomed to its size. She stopped briefly, allowing her bottom to land on his thighs. She was leaning over, her breasts facing him as she gazed into his eyes and smirked as she slowly commenced to rock her hips.
She slowly rose to a sitting position, raising her upper body so that she could see the people around her. She didn't stop there but continued to move back until she knew her breasts were visible above the porch railing. For the first time, she felt the unwavering attention of the people on the sidewalk. Rather than causing her distress, it heightened her enthusiasm and motivated her to give an even better show.
She started to bounce on the dick that gave her intense pleasure. Her boobs swayed as she did this. This time, however, she focused not only on the sex but also on the stranger she was sitting on top of. Still, though, the spectators were in the back of her mind. Their presence influenced how she fucked, wanting to give them a performance they wouldn't forget, and knowing that their increasing number would intensify her upcoming climax.
Despite the initial flood of endorphins, she could feel her nerves creeping in as her mind wandered to the possible consequences of exposing herself. The potential dangers entered her thoughts, causing her hands to tremble and her heart to race. At the same time, her pussy drenched the dick inside it. Her nerves couldn't suppress her arousal.
She took a deep breath, smiled at the onlookers, and concentrated on the man beneath her. This calmed her shaky hands and steadied her breathing, even though the nerves still lingered. They were transformed from anxiety into ecstasy as she focused them on the energetic fuck session.
"There's a crowd," Janet whispered to the stranger, meeting his gaze.
She felt the urge to ask him his name, desiring to call out his name when she orgasmed again. She imagined herself crying out his name while the guys watching dashed off. But she didn't want to know his name; it would make the situation seem commonplace. She didn't want this to be something she encountered often. She wanted it to feel new and special every time.
The stranger was excellent. Exceptional, in fact, but she didn't want to sleep with him again. Knowing she could have him at any time would undermine this special experience. The constant sense of discovery was what made it so thrilling. If she found someone else or arranged a similar scenario, it wouldn't feel the same.
"Does the crowd excite you?" He asked as he touched her hip, his other hand tracing up her stomach to her breasts.
Janet hadn't considered that people would stop and watch as she fucked. She didn't plan to bring attention to her breasts or invite a gathering of viewers. The idea of having sex on the front porch was already appealing enough, with the risk of being discovered being an added bonus. The thought that so many people would watch without hesitation hadn't even crossed her mind. It might have been smarter to choose a less crowded time of day. But in the end, it didn't matter. The crowd was there, and they weren't going anywhere. More importantly, their continuance was bringing her one step closer to another orgasm, with the stranger also nearing his limit.
"Cum for me. Fill my pussy with your sperm," Janet demanded, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her chest.
She pushed his chest with one hand and moved up and down on his dick. She alternated between these moves, maintaining her excitement and ensuring she didn't cum immediately. She didn't enjoy teasing but wanted to climax with the stranger. Her goal was to reach the peak at the same time as he did.
"I'm about to climax. You feel amazing. I'm glad I did this," the stranger panted.
"Oh my god. Yes, continue please. I can't bloody believe this actually happened." Janet uttered, holding on to the brink of an orgasm, waiting for the very first twitch of the man's penis.
"I'm..." the mystery guy groaned out, as he placed a second hand on her thigh, his fingers piercing her skin, as he pushed into her.
Janet didn't halt her movements, proceeding to ride him. Swiveling in circles as he rocked beneath her. She had synchronized her motions impeccably and climaxed precisely following him. She threw her head backwards, yelling, showcasing the whole thing for the spectators. Ensuring they all knew the man beneath her was a pro in bed. Or on the outdoor patio furniture, to be more specific. He had done everything she'd hoped for. His penis was first-rate. His body pristine. He knew how to employ both. His tongue was not to be underestimated. Most notably, he was unlike Roger.
"Yes, yes, yes. Fill me up. Thrust into me," Janet quivered on top of that stranger. "Fuck. I'm coming too!"
Janet's mind went blank as her body shivered and quaked with pleasure. Her vision didn't get dark, but what she felt became the only thing perceivable. None of Rodger, no onlookers, and not the guy under her. She was alone. Inundated in her climax.
She'd had numerous orgasms in her life----all satisfying----yet this one was unique. Not due to the tool or the hasty session with a vibrator. It was about something outside all that. Something hidden deep inside. Something that had laid dormant until now. She'd never realized it was growing deep within. Now that she had woken it, she wouldn't permit it to go back into hiding. She wants to explore it further. Showcase it. Strengthen it.
As Janet's mind started to perceive the surroundings again, she heard a handful of whistles and claps from the onlookers. She hadn't expected this, but now she sensed the audience was quieter than she perceived. Had individuals left? Had they fled to avoid the embarrassment? She rotated to take a look, and saw more than those cheering, but they were all captivated and their mouths were open in astonishment.
They had come out to their residences anticipating a decent time. Wishing, probably, to maybe even get laid. Janet envisioned they never anticipated they'd witness two people climax right in the middle of their neighborhood. Unquestionably something they had not anticipated when they decided to stroll down this street. Janet felt a thrill when she considered what she supplied. Was this what stage performers felt after each show?
Janet stared about, absentmindedly stroking her breasts. Her nipples were hypersensitive, and she always enjoyed the mild excitement from massaging them. She glanced at the spectators, attempting in vain to engage her eyes with theirs. Watching as they started to become self-conscious and disperse. A few offered farewell waves while moving on their way. She couldn't discern who those were, but she wished she knew them. Possibly she would encounter them in school on Monday. She hoped she would, but she assumed they would not have the courage to approach her. To acknowledge what they saw. It wasn't something attainable for Janet to speak about. She longed for them to do so. To reassure her. Make her crave it again.
Resting atop the stranger, his chest heaved. He was calm, recovering from his climax, but still adequately erect to remain within her. She recognized the seeping moisture between their torsos. She would have to rise and gallop to the restroom to wipe down. Instead, she moved forward, bestowing him a kiss, shifting to force his penis out of her, permitting his semen to seep onto his stomach. She carefully rotated her hips, smearing the oozy substance between them.
"Thank you. I couldn't have organized this any better," Janet gazed into his brilliant blue eyes. "I truly do mean that. You were the ideal guy for tonight."
"I should be thanking you. It was a baffling idea. I mean, crazy, but fantastic."
She allowed the conversation to linger before sliding off him. Getting up, she fixed the stranger with a poetic gaze, stretching out the moment until it became uncomfortable. Then she headed into her home, residual cum sliding down her inner leg. She shut the door. It wasn't out of concern for her safety, but rather to prevent him from seeking more capers. She doubted she could turn him away if he pursued her. She craved a second round with him. Actually, she yearned to screw him all night, but like before, it felt better to restrict their time together to what had already transpired. Nothing they did indoors could match the insatiable cravings created outside. She'd have to pick another target for that.
She'd never come across him again. This news elicited both sadness and exhilaration from her. She was liberated to go in search of a new man for a different escapade. Perhaps it wouldn't be as good as this one, or perhaps it would surpass it. The possibilities inspired her. Janet pined for a smorgasbord of distinct encounters. Would they all involve a spectating audience? Perhaps, perhaps not. Only time could answer that. What she knew for sure was that she was receptive to trying anything new. Roger could no longer hinder her from exploring any option. Whatever path followed, she was ready to embark on it.
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