The Origins of Sex

The Origins of Sex

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

To Angela, for inspiration to write about our one night stand, sorry for the sore pelvis and leaving way passed seven.

Summary

To Angela, for inspiration to write about our one night stand, sorry for the sore pelvis and leaving way passed seven.

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Submitted: December 21, 2012

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Submitted: December 21, 2012

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My control of alcohol did not keep up to my false expectations. My vision became more and more impaired as the night of my best friend’s bachelor party roared through the night. Instead of a strip club, the party presented itself in an American Legion hall, pretty gay, but whatever, open bar. I wanted to see tits and ass, but obviously more than a dollar tip would have to do it.
I felt like a piece of shit, but I decided to departure my presence to go on the prowl for flirtatious women. There I left the supposed ‘kick-ass’ bachelor party and walked my way through a bar. I haven’t been in here before, but they obviously have their regulars since the bartender calls them by their first names.
I sat down and turned my hand and made a split second eye connection with a blonde woman across the bar. Her flowing ‘master-race’ hair flew down to her perky breasts. Her toned ass made a wide accomplishment, even when sitting down in a red dress.
Another split second stare, until the third time came around. We stared at each other, as if to play the game where you can’t smile while you are making eye contact with someone else. She was the first one to crack a smile. I gently walked over there, with my feet going along to the beat of the song playing on the speakers.
I casually asked to buy her a drink, but she refused and said she had a bottle of wine back at her place and asked if I wanted to come. Rhetorical question I responded like a smartass.
Angela, she said her name was. Before I knew it, we were already back at her place making out before we had time to close the door. I like it when two people hold a connection of sex. Each one wanting more than the other person. A compromise of a great night of skin-to-skin friction.
I slid my fingers up Angela’s thigh, closer and closer towards her crotch, which by the way did not have any fabric barriers. She informed me to be gone by seven in the morning, since her two daughters and husband will be back by then. I would fuck now, and worry about getting out of dodge later.
I am about to kill two birds with one stone, fucking a ‘milf’ and a wife that is still legally married. Two things crossed off my ‘bucket list’.
I asked to use her bathroom where the ground was carpeted with multi-colored adolescent clothes and hairbrushes. I sat next to her after I took a piss and I held her head towards me. Pressing her lips towards mine, our tongues mixed and swirled. She is a good kisser and looks like a girl who enjoys giving good head.
Her hand touched my thigh, but I move her hand on my half-chubbed cock. Smooth move, just to let women know that this is not just a hook up.
We moved into the bedroom where I laid on my back expecting her to pounce on me to continue our make-out session, but to my surprise, Angela ripped my pants off and gave me fellatio. Married women always give best head, especially ones that have their tongues pierced.
Angela asked if I had a condom, I could have lied, but I told her I did not. I hope she would not tell me to go home or cuddle with her. I only cuddle when I’m hung-over and right now, I am drunk, horny, and ready to wrestle. Angela told me check in the bathroom. I went on my quest to look for a condom, an annoying invention that can help from more annoying things.
My drunken hands stumbled across the counter space and drawers in the bathroom. My left hand picked up a tube of antibacterial vaginal cream, ewe. I chuckled to myself; my phone was in the women’s bedroom, so I could not take a picture of the tube and send it to a friend. I looked for another minute until I gave up. I looked in the mirror and talked to my naked body. How the hell am I going to fuck this broad?
I walked passed her bedroom, the crack in the door leaked out moans of ecstasy, she must be preparing until I found a condom. My penis became hard again.
I felt like a fool walking around this strange apartment with a raging boner. What would happen if her husband walked in? That ‘it’s not what it looks like’ excuse will not work.
The kitchen seemed like a reasonable place to look. The MacGyver of cum blockers all rested in the kitchen. I picked up some saran wrap and I took the roll and rolled it around my erection. Too much pressure and too much friction. My hands are already uncomfortable when I put on latex gloves and my cock was a throbbing member that also felt uncomfortable.
A box of Ziploc bags caught my eye. I tried one on, but it seemed sharp on the tip, where my head should be. It didn’t seem violently noticeable, sarcasm voice. I hawk up some spit and lubed up my penis and tried the bag again, it still would not pass off as a counterfeit-condom. The sharp mountain tip looked like it would hurt.
I found a beer bottle with beer still in it. I drank the stall beer and exhaled the rough taste. Where was the wine she promised, she probably thought I forgot about it, which I did.  If there were money in my wrist, I would slit it open. The aftermath of suicide is painless, but selfish.
No depression in my eyes, but just the doggy-style position. Aluminum foil? Nah that seemed painful, for the both of us.
A memory popped in my head. Before I left to go to the party, I washed the dishes, took a shit, and put a condom in my pants because I got that strange vibe of being laid. Brain fart. I ran to my pants with my boner flopping up and down like a diving board and grasped the condom with the cellophane-like wrapper. All of the kitchen and bathroom investigations escaped my mind.
I tore it off and put the condom on my head, it didn’t slid on, wrong way. I switched the sides and it finally slid on, the condom had ridges on it to enhance for her pleasure. I opened the bedroom door feeling proud of myself. We made eye connection and she drew her finger to me to come to the bed, which I did. She gave me a blowjob earlier, so I thought I would return the flavor, because I’m a generous guy like that.
She did taste unique, in a good way. Someone with flavor. She moaned louder and louder as if she was Alektra Blue or something. Since two kids already disfigured her clam, her lips seemed looser than anyone I have ever gone down on. Mouthful, but still was good.
I finally took full advantage of the condom and went on my elbows and up to her face. I started to move inside of her and she started to scream for me to fuck her harder. Sex is a workout that we enjoy. I started to moan too after a few minutes of fucking. She slapped me in the face.
“Fuck me you stupid whore!” Angela screamed at me.
To my surprise, I started to enjoy it and I did as she was told, a sex slave under control. She slapped my again and the dark room became white for a moment, the slap hit my ear which made me unconscious for a second. I held her arms above her head so I can ram her faster and to avoid being struck again.
Her teeth dug into my chest, pain and pleasure flew through my body and distracted me from cumming. I let go of her arms and I put my hands on top of her head for balance. She then slid her hands to my ass and kissed me. When I was making out with my cock inside her, I wasn’t thinking about that, I was thinking of my reaction if she slid her finger or two up my ass. That would suck and make the rest of our sweaty night very awkward. The only thing to do is pray or turn her around, which I did. If a woman doesn’t like anal, there should be no reason to shove anything up the man’s ass.
Angela went on her knees and laid her palms on the bed, while I stood up. I rocked my pelvis back and forth, repeating the same move repeatedly. Her ass rumbled from my movement, I smack it and grab it.
Time flew and before I knew it, two hours passed. I didn’t cum yet so I tried to focus on that. I picked her up and threw her on my dick for her to be on top. She moved her pelvis faster and faster. The moonlight glistened off her milky white body and her tits bounced up and down. I can imagine her ass did the same thing.
My cock became hot and I held her waist for her to move faster. My head throbbed and I cam with pleasure, women can always tell when a man has came due to the flushed gloating expression on their faces. She laid down on me and breathed heavily, my fingers swiveled around her hair and she moaned again. Ready to fall asleep with my cock still inside her. I lifted her head by her chin and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
I went into her bathroom once again and threw the condom in the toilet, I peed out some leftover semen and the yellowish tint told me I’ve been working hard. I flushed the toilet and watched the condom swirl clockwise down the toilet. I washed my dick off with water and soap to get rid of the latex lube and semen. One has to recognize himself for being a flirtatious being.
I went back into the bedroom where the hot mother laid on her back with a pink robe on, she’s already passed out and still gorgeous. I picked up my boxers, pants, t-shirt, shoes, but I couldn’t find my socks, fuck it. The window showed the outside gleaming out a dark blue of the early morning. The birds were not chirping due to the cold weather. Oh, what a night. It was better than I expected.
I bent down and picked up a thick pink blanket that fell to the ground from our sexual experience throughout the night. To my calculations, we had sex for three and a half hours.
I gently laid the blanket on top of her. I kissed the palm of my hand and laid it on her cheek. I staggered out of her apartment and started to walk to my car, which was ten blocks. I immediately picked up my phone to text a couple of my friends to aware them of what happened.
I got messages that said ‘Sweet’ and ‘That a boy’. If anyone saw my brisk walk, they can tell I had the best night of my life. All juices were drawn out of my body. Nothing better than ditching out of work to get laid by an attractive member of the opposite sex. She didn’t even ask for my number. I got used, which is good in a man’s perspective.
Two months later…
My phone rang the music of The Misfits, ‘She’. I answered the anonymous phone call.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Is this David?” the woman’s voice asked.
“Yes,” I answered curiously and laid down my bong down carefully.
“We met a couple of months ago and I’m pregnant.”
The woman’s voice sounded familiar. The pregnancy could have been anybody’s conundrum, I always wanted kids. Male, female, didn’t matter, but the only thing that drew my mind was one word.
FUCK…


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