A drunk 18-year-old gets a surprise on the playground.
The heat turned into a smoldering fire. Meghan's thighs rubbed together trying to scratch her re-discovered itch. She sadly realized that this would need more than a rubbing, regardless of how nice the fuzzy crotch of her sweat pants felt against her soft pussy lips.
Sarah clearing her throat brought Meghan quickly and sadly back to reality. Meghan realized she'd been staring straight at Sarah's tits. Hopefully Sarah was thinking she had just zoned out. Meghan's' face heated with a blush, but the feeling only reminded her of the heat slowly beginning to ebb from the inferno in her belly. She couldn't help but think about Sarah sitting there naked, offering herself to Meghan as she slowly sat on the table, spreading first her right leg and then her left. Sarah leaned back on her right arm and used her left hand to spread her completely shaved pussy lips, exposing her hot, wet, pink core.
"Lick my sloppy pussy," Meghan heard Sarah's voice demurely beg. Meghan only muttered compliance and then was thrust back into reality by the feeling of something touching her shoulder. Her head jerked to the left and there was Sarah, still fully clothed, standing next to her, with her erect nipples right at eye level.
"Uh huh, like I said," Sarah said. Meghan flashed a confused look.
"I said, 'looks like someone's sleepy,'" Sarah said and walked to the front door of Meghan's apartment. "Get some sleep, kiddo," Sarah said again. Meghan watched Sarah's fine ass sashay through her kitchen to the front door. The door opened and Sarah turned, the light from the hallway silhouetting her and giving the appearance of Sarah being naked from the waist up, her nipples clearly standing out from her tits. "Megs, come up with something better than a fake porn. I mean really," Sarah said. Meghan's eyes unglued themselves from her friend's chest and moved up her graceful neck to her beautiful dark eyes.
"Get some sleep," Meghan said and leaned back, stretching in a broad yawn.
"You too," Sarah said and walked out. Meghan's' tired eyes caught a glimpse of Sarah's eyes, partially showing in the hall light, wandering down her body as she turned to go out. The door closed and a shiver ran through Meghan's body.
"She just checked me out," Meghan said out loud after the realization hit her. The fire in her pussy turned into a volcano. She felt her juice collecting and knew there was a wet spot forming on her sweat pants. Her legs were shaky as she stood from her table. She was being consumed by her need, and the passion in her mind was rapidly snowballing to match the lust in her cunt.
"Have to find...anything," she said breathlessly to herself. Her sweat pants were pushed down her legs as she walked. She tripped and stumbled the last two steps into her kitchen. She managed to catch herself on her refrigerator; she opened it frantically and bottles of beer and cans of pop crashed to the floor. A can of Coke burst open and started spraying its cold foam all over her feet, tickling her, adding to her excitement.
Meghan's eyes flashed through the fridgerator, looking for anything that would serve her need. She had to have something in her pussy, and it had to be there now; every second she waited was a second that her need grew. Her roaming eyes caught sight of the perfect thing; her mother had given her a package of ring bologna a couple weeks ago when she moved back to her apartment. Her left hand grabbed a knife; her right shot into the fridge and grabbed the package of meat. In one fluid motion the plastic wrap was gutted like a trout and the 14 inches of ring sausage was free. Meghan's eyes locked on the U-shaped meat and she drug it down her body while she shut the fridge door and leaned against it.
The meat was almost 2 inches thick-much bigger around than any of her boyfriends had been, and larger than anything else she'd either used to fuck herself with. That thought both worried and excited her. With her honey pot boiling with desire she'd make it fit.
It turns out, she did