The Guest’s Pickup at My Father’s Party

A long time had passed since what happened with Damián, first at that soccer game and then at his house, so I didn’t expect to see him again so soon. We ran into each other at my father’s birthday party. That time they had rented a hall a few blocks from my house, on a property reached through a narrow driveway, the kind where barely three or four cars can fit in a line, beside a garden with lights hanging from the trees.

As expected, all my father’s friends and a good part of the family were there. As soon as I crossed the entrance, I recognized them, and among them I spotted Damián and Marcos. My heart leaped, which I disguised with a polite smile.

I went over to greet Damián, and his face lit up just like mine. We both knew how good a time we’d had that other time. But something had changed: he had company. When I stood in front of him, he immediately introduced me to his partner, swearing he had no idea I would be attending the party. Her name was Liliana, and she looked about the same age as him.

I was a little discouraged, I confess. I would have liked to do it with Damián again, to feel that thick cock opening my cunt like that afternoon, to recover the clumsy, urgent complicity of that afternoon. What a shame. I smiled at Liliana, told her how good she looked that night, and moved on before my disappointment showed. Fortunately for me, I still had my second option for the evening, and that second option had just looked up from his plate and was following me with his eyes all across the hall.

I kept greeting everyone else until I reached Marcos’s table. The moment he saw me, he stood up excitedly, and taking advantage of the hug, he whispered in my ear:

—My turn this time, right?

I answered only with a mischievous smile and continued on to greet his family, who were sitting with him. The fact that he had come with his relatives didn’t get the idea out of my head. I was sure Damián had told him all about us, in lavish detail—how I had sucked him until the last drop and how he had fucked me facedown against the sofa—and that made my path considerably easier.

***

When I finished making the rounds, I sat with my father for a while as we finished eating. I asked him about his plans, let him show off about his years, and toasted with him. Inside, though, I couldn’t stop noticing Marcos on the other side of the hall, laughing with his family without ever completely taking his eyes off me.

It was around seven when the music started. I danced for a good while: first with my father, who moved with the sweet awkwardness of older men, then with uncles and family friends, and finally with Marcos, who offered with practiced naturalness, as if it were the most innocent thing in the world.

As we turned, I limited myself to smiling at him. I didn’t know how much Damián had told him, so I decided to wait for him to clear up the doubt. Marcos, for his part, didn’t even bother to hide it: his eyes were fixed on my cleavage. Suddenly he leaned in and spoke into my ear.

—You know, Vera, I’m dying to have you the way Damián had you that time.

I decided to play along and pretended not to understand.

—What do you mean? We were only talking…

I said it with a mocking smile, without stopping dancing.

—Well, I’d like to talk with you in the same way too.

—I don’t know what you’re talking about—I insisted.

—What I saw was that you were pretty busy with him that night, and not exactly talking. Especially when you sucked him like a real expert, with his cock down your throat and never letting go, not even to breathe.

I laughed under my breath and answered right against his ear, letting him feel my nipple hardening against his chest.

—There you go. If you’d come alone, maybe you would have had the same luck as him, and right now I’d be sucking you somewhere in this party.

Marcos thought for a few seconds, as if weighing what I had just said. All at once I felt his cock stiffen against my hip, hard as a rock through his pants. Then he leaned close again and whispered:

—That can be arranged, gorgeous. How about we meet in half an hour in my pickup? It’s the one at the far end of the driveway. Just be careful no one sees you.

I answered with the same mocking smile, and we kept dancing, pressing me against his bulge whenever the music allowed it. When the song was about to end and he made as if to leave, I said:

—Don’t take too long. My cunt is wet just thinking about it.

We exchanged a look charged with desire. I returned to my table and watched him go back to his. He said something to his wife, stood up, and left the hall, searching for me with his eyes. I was excited, as I had been so many other times, because I knew exactly what was about to happen. My heart began to race, and I could feel the moisture soaking through my panties.

***

I let a few minutes pass before getting up. I counted songs, pretended to be interested in my uncles’ conversation, and kept an eye on the clock. When I left the hall, people were walking through the driveway, smoking and laughing, so I decided to slip into the bathroom for a moment to freshen up. That night I was wearing a tight black evening dress, with a small coat of fine fabric over it to conceal my cleavage. I touched up my lipstick, loosened a strand of hair, and looked at myself in the mirror for a second longer than necessary. I hiked up my dress slightly and confirmed what I already knew: my thong was soaked, a dark stain marking the crease of my cunt. I know exactly what you’re going to do, I told myself, and the thought tightened my stomach with pure anticipation. I waited a little, and when I peeked out again, I saw that the driveway was clear. Then I walked toward the exit.

It didn’t take long to make out the pickup, though the low light wouldn’t let me see whether anyone was inside. I stopped for a moment to make sure no one was watching me, carefully crossed to the other side of the driveway, and walked around the vehicle from behind. The door opened immediately.

—Get in quick, gorgeous.

There was Marcos, waiting for me just as he had said.

—I thought you weren’t coming, beautiful. Let me look at you…

He came close until he was beside me and, without wasting a second, began to kiss me. His tongue went straight into my mouth, without preamble, hungrily searching for mine. As he kissed me, his hands removed my coat and settled over my breasts, still on top of the dress, squeezing them as if he wanted to make sure they were real.

—You have no idea how badly I wanted to touch you like this, how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about these tits—he murmured.

—Really?

Hearing that, I pushed him back slightly to create some distance and, without giving him time to react, pulled down the top of my dress and showed him my breasts completely. I wasn’t wearing a bra; my nipples had grown hard as stones just from the brush of the cold air inside the pickup. I straddled his thighs, pressed my breasts against his face, and began moving slowly, rubbing my cunt against the tense bulge of his pants.

He responded at once, catching one nipple between his lips and sucking it with an urgency that heated me even more. He moved from one tit to the other, licking and barely biting, leaving them shiny with saliva.

—Mmm, you’re so fucking delicious, Vera—he said between gasps, burying his face between my breasts—. I love you; these tits drive me crazy.

I couldn’t hold back my moans. I felt his erection pressing between my legs, exactly where I needed it most, and the way he devoured my nipples had me on the edge. My dress had slipped down to my waist with the rocking motion, and my already-soaked thong was wedging itself between my cunt’s lips with every movement. I moved with increasing intensity, rubbing my clitoris against the stiff fabric of his pants, because he wouldn’t pull away and I was dying to feel him inside me, to have that cock buried all the way.

When I saw he wasn’t slowing down, I had to take control. I pushed him back again, climbed off him, and knelt in front of him in the little space that remained, between his spread legs, to unbutton his pants. I lowered the zipper slowly, enjoying the desperate look with which he watched me, and tugged down his underwear until I freed his cock. I had imagined it big, but it was even more than I expected: thick, long, with a swollen purple head, throbbing in my hand when I gripped it at the base.

—Yes, gorgeous, just like that—he said, brushing my hair aside with one hand and holding my cheek.

Once I had freed him, I didn’t waste any time. I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip, slowly, leaving a wet trail along the entire length of his cock. I kissed the head, rubbed it over my lips and cheeks, and when I had him on the verge of desperation, I opened my mouth and took him all the way in, until the tip touched my throat. Marcos groaned and threw his head back against the headrest.

—Ah, you fucking bitch, what a delicious mouth…

I started sucking him eagerly, moving my head up and down, squeezing his shaft with my lips and using my hand for what wouldn’t fit. I licked the tip on every upward stroke and took his cock down my throat on every downward stroke, until my eyes filled with tears. Saliva ran down my chin and wet his balls, and I took advantage of it to caress them with my other hand, playing with them while I kept sucking.

Marcos grabbed my hair and set the pace himself with both hands, fucking my mouth as he pleased, to the point of cutting off my breath. I let him, my tits bare and swaying with every thrust, allowing him to use my throat as if it were another cunt.

—You have such a delicious mouth, baby girl—he repeated, trembling—. You suck me better than anyone, you know that? Swallow it all, like that, like that…

He reached his limit before long. I felt his cock swell even more between my lips, his balls tightening in my hand. Since I didn’t want to stain my dress, I took him all the way down my throat and let him come directly into it. His semen came down thick and hot, jet after jet, and I swallowed it all without spilling a drop. When I finally took him out of my mouth, I licked the tip clean of the last traces.

—That was fucking delicious—he gasped, catching his breath—. Come here, because tonight you’re mine.

***

I sat back down on top of him. To my surprise, he was still hard, or nearly so, and a few seconds of touching him were enough to bring him fully back to life. I moved my underwear aside—the thong was so wet that it barely needed moving—and slowly guided the tip against the entrance to my cunt. I rubbed it up and down over my soaked lips, coating his glans with my juices, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I dropped down hard, impaling myself to the base in a single movement.

—Ah, fuck!—I cried, my voice muffled against his shoulder.

He opened me from the inside as if it were the first time. I felt every inch of that cock stretching me, filling me, touching the bottom of my womb. And once I had him completely inside me, still and throbbing, I began kissing him while bouncing on top of him, raising and lowering my hips with all my strength.

—You look incredible like that—he told me in a breathless voice, his hands gripping my ass—. I love how tight you are… what a narrow cunt you have, nothing like my wife, fuck, nothing like her.

I could only moan, riding him faster and faster. The pickup began to rock with our rhythm, the springs groaning beneath us. I was about to come. He held my hips with both hands and pushed them against his from below, increasing the intensity, fucking me from underneath with hard thrusts that made my tits collide with his face. I wrapped my arms around his head, pressed my breasts to his face, and let myself be swept away by an orgasm that made me tremble from head to toe. My cunt tightened around his cock in spasms, dripping over his thighs and soaking the pants still tangled around his ankles.

—Yes… yes… I’m coming, I’m coming…—I repeated breathlessly, biting his neck so I wouldn’t scream.

He gripped me more tightly around the waist without slowing the pace, taking advantage of my contractions to bury himself even deeper.

—That’s delicious, gorgeous, the way you squeeze my cock. But I’m not leaving without seeing you from behind. Turn around; I want to see that ass while you ride me.

I obeyed. I turned around without getting off him, his cock still inside me, in an awkward twist that made me moan when it shifted inside. I ended up with my back to him, my legs spread on either side of his, and began moving my hips while he held me by the waist and watched his cock disappear between my buttocks and emerge again. I reached one hand down to guide myself, feeling it going in and out, and began rotating in circles, with increasing enthusiasm, rubbing my ass against his stomach.

—That’s it, move more, move that delicious ass—he insisted, spanking me hard enough to make me jump on top of him—. More… yes, slut, that’s how I wanted to see you.

I braced myself against the dashboard for more leverage and began to rise and fall in earnest, pulling his cock almost all the way out before driving it back in to the hilt. His cock entered me with a wet, obscene sound that filled the inside of the pickup. I pinched my own nipples, biting my lip to keep from screaming. He slipped one hand around the front of me and sought out my clitoris, rubbing it in circles while I rode him backward.

—Come on, come again for me—he whispered in my ear, running his tongue along my neck—. Come on my cock, gorgeous, I want to feel it.

It wasn’t long before he took my breasts in both hands again, squeezing them hard, and I felt his whole body tense beneath me. He buried himself with one final thrust and came inside me, filling my cunt with hot semen while I kept moving without stopping, milking him with the contractions of a second orgasm that caught me almost by surprise. I felt the jets ricocheting inside me, hot, one after another, until his cock began to soften.

—That was delicious—he said, still admiring me, his hands moving over my stomach and tits—. Let’s see if you’ll let me do it again another day. With more time, so I can fuck you in every position.

***

He watched as I got myself situated while he caught his breath. I felt semen running down my thigh when I finally climbed off him; I reached for some tissues in the glove compartment and cleaned myself as best I could, stifling our laughter, while he watched me with amusement, his cock still glistening between his legs. After a while, we both began getting dressed and keeping watch through the window.

—You were incredible, Vera. It was exactly how I imagined it, or better.

—I enjoyed it too. Too bad we don’t have more time.

—Yes, right? Maybe we can see each other another day, without rushing. A hotel, or my place if you want. I want to fuck you in a real bed, facedown, biting your neck.

When we finished dressing, we waited a while before getting out because there were people outside. He took advantage of the opportunity to slip his hand beneath my dress and caress me one more time, sliding two fingers between my still-soaked lips and then bringing them to his mouth to suck them.

—I’d stay with you all night, gorgeous. Eating this cunt until you had no strength left.

—We’d better go back—I said, reluctantly moving his hand away—. My father must be looking for me, and so must your wife.

I adjusted my dress one last time, squeezed my thighs together to hold in what I was carrying inside, and put my coat on over it. I made sure no one was around and got out first. I walked a little toward the street to pretend I had come from outside and give Marcos time to get out and return to the hall. A few minutes later I went in, my legs still weak and my cunt dripping with someone else’s semen beneath my dress, and when my father asked where I had been, I told him I had gone home for something I’d forgotten.

I returned to my place and poured myself another drink to disguise the heat still rising up my neck. From there I could see Marcos with his family: his wife adjusted his shirt collar, oblivious to everything, oblivious to the fact that he had just emptied his cock inside me, while he nodded with the expression of a calm man. For the rest of the night, we continued exchanging glances and dancing from time to time, always keeping a prudent yard of distance between us in front of everyone else. During one of those dances, he slipped a number written on a napkin into the pocket of my coat. It was enough to start planning, in very low voices and amid stifled laughter, our next encounter far from any party.