This story is about me and an imaginary girl named Britney. We have sex in this story, so you have to be over eighteen in order to read it. If you're not, don't read it. Simple as that.
I was in town for the weekend, and I decided to go to the zoo. I don't usually go to zoos, but I did anyway. And that's where I first saw Britney.
The zoo was full of interesting animals that day, but she was the one that caught me eye. She had dark red hair with deep curls, and she was wearing a light blue outfit that showed off a reasonably nice figure.
I had some fun just looking at her, and I was on the verge of going over to talk to her when she beat me to it. She walked right up to me and said, "Hi, my name's Britney! I couldn't help notice you were staring at me!"
She was strangely perky. I must have looked confused, because she giggled, shoving her breasts upwards so I could get a better look at them, although they were fully covered. "Don't worry about me," she said. "I always act kind of ditzy around cute guys."
"You think I'm cute?" I asked.
"Of course!" she said. "Don't you think I'm cute?"
"You're definitely cute," I said.
"Great!" she said. She sat down next to me, getting much closer than she needed to. "Let's spend some time together, cutie!"
We started talking, well, flirting really. After five minuts, she whispered, "Would you mind if we went somewhere...private?" she whispered in my ear.
"I guess," I guessed.
"Great." She took my hand and led me around the back of the llama pen, near a black door that looked like it was hardly ever used.
"Listen, ____," Britney said. "I don't like flirting. It takes too much time for me to get what I want. You understand?"
"No," I said. "What are you talking about?"
"I want sex," she said, bluntly. "And I don't want to waste time getting to know you or any of that crap. I want you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me now."
I felt my penis begin to get hard at the prospect of having sex with Britney, but I wasn't sure. After all, I didn't even know her.
"I'm not sure," I said. "I don't know-"
She pressed herself me, pushing me against the wall. Her lips came against mine, preventing me from talking further. Her tongue started swirling around my mouth while she slipped a hand in my pants, squeezing my erect penis and strumming her fingers down the shaft. I closed my eyes and let the sensations flow through me. Her hand felt soft and warm, just like her tongue, which was delicately finding its way around my rapidly drying mouth.
She broke off the kiss and stared deep into my eyes. She gave me a look of pure lust and whispered, "What do you say now?" as she gave my penis a squeeze.
"Yes," I gasped. "Oh God, yes, let's fuck."
She took her hand out my pants and put it in her pocket. She took out a key and opened the black door. I followed her inside, shutting the door behind me. The room was empty, except for the computers, televisions and cameras that lined the walls.
"This is the old video surveillance room," Britney said. "No one uses it any more, so we won't be disturbed. Besides, I have the only key."
Britney turned around and looked straight at me, smiling. She slowly unzipped her light blue jacket, and threw it aside. Then she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
Her bra was the same deep red color as her hair. Now that she wasn't wearing a jacket, I could see that her breasts were larger than I would have suspected. They weren't what you'd call big breasts, but more average sized. Still, they were breasts, and I longed to see them removed from their bra.
She kicked off her shoes, and let her light blue sweats fall to the floor. Her panties matched her bra. Now that she was nearly nude, she crossed the line from cute to gorgeous. I couldn't believe that the cute girl I had admired not long ago had so easily transformed into a beautiful example of feminality. She looked like one of the underwear models you see in Sears catalogues, except better because no one had retouched her to make her look better. She looked beautiful enough as it is.
"It's your turn," she told me. "Leave the underwear on."
I smiled as I removed my shirt. She'd learn I wear boxers soon enough.
After I removed my pants, she stepped towards me and we kissed again. As our tongues wrestled against each other, I ran my hands through the curls in her hair. The curls snapped back into place when my hands went past them, which was a completely new sensation for me. I liked it.
After running my hands through her hair and ending on her back, I ran them around the sides of her body and slipped them up, underneath her bra. I squeezed her breasts gently, enjoying the feeling of her nipples poking aginst the palms of my hands, and then I began to rub them with my first three fingers.
She reached behind herself and undid her bra strap. With a smooth swing of her arm, she both removed her bra and flung it aside. I broke off the kiss to get a good look at her breasts. She must have been wearing a push up bra, because her breasts were smaller than I expected, but that didn't matter to me at all. I lowered my head to suck on her right breast.
A moan escaped her lips as my tongue encircled her nipple and swirled around it. Another moan came as I moved to her left breast. Suddenly, she pushed me back and gave me a lust-filled look.
"I need you inside me," she said, bending down towards my boxers. She pulled them down past my penis, which snapped to attention. She gave it a tiny kiss, then stood up and stepped out of her panties. I caught of view of her pussy, which was thick with dark red hair, before she turned around, grabbed a short stool and leaned over it, pushing her ass towards my face.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now."
I stepped forward and lined my dick up with her pussy, then shoved it inside her. She hissed as I started moving in and out, her warm pussy squeezing my dick for all it was worth.
"Oh God," I groaned. Her pussy seemed to be getting even tighter as I moved in and out, making it harder to glide through her, despite the wetness. I compensated for this by going faster and faster. She started gasping in pleasure.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Don't stop."
I could hear the slap of her breasts boucing against the side of the stool. I could see her bring her hands to her breasts, and I knew she was playing with them, making herself ever hotter than she already was.
Soon, I felt a familiar rising from the bottom of my balls. "I'm going to cum soon," I told her.
"Fuck me harder then," she grunted. I complied, pounding in and out of her ass with a ferocity I could not have kept up for long. And I did not keep it up for long, for shortly after I started this new frantic pace, I fired my load inside of her, each of my four squirts sending a new shiver down my spine, and through Britney's body.
For a moment, we stayed in that position, gasping slightly, feeling exhausted by our efforts. Then Britney pushed herself up from the stool, as I removed my penis. She turned around and faced me.
"That was great," she said, giving me a sensuous kiss. "You've definitely been the best one this week."
What? I thought.
End, Part One