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A girl's night out ended up with me fucking a stranger in the men's room at the club, then waking up in his bed after drinking too much tequila. I was in the middle of getting fucked from behind by his morning wood... when my husband called to see how my girl's night out went.

I woke up a bit dazed... my brain still fuzzy from sleep... wondering what had jogged me awake... then realized it was my cell phone vibrating on the nightstand by the bed, which meant I must’ve turned off the chirping “ring” tone before I fell asleep.

As I struggled to open my bleary eyes and find my bearings... my mind immediately drifted back to the previous night’s activities.

With a wry smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, I remembered going out with Crystal... one of my best friends from work... to a Country & Western bar... where we could drink and dance and get a little rowdy. The two of us liked to take an occasional break from our husbands, and enjoy a girls’ night out about once or twice a month... and last night’s was a doozy.

I could barely remember how it ended... but I knew we’d both gotten kinda wasted... and had a blast.

As I came more fully awake, images from the previous night poured into my muddled brain... my God, I must’ve had way too much to drink.

The smile on my face grew, as I vividly recalled being led into an empty stall in the men’s bathroom... where I’d been pushed down, so I was sitting on the toilet seat... while a big, handsome cowboy I’d been dancing with had unzipped his pants, then shoved his enormous cock into my mouth and made me suck him off.

Not that I was complaining... I love giving blowjobs, and this guy’s prick was pretty impressive.

My grin grew wider as more memories flooded into my fuzzy mind.

After he’d blasted a huge load of cum down my throat, he’d stayed fully erect... which totally amazed me... then I’d been even more surprised when he traded places with me in the stall. He’d sat down on the toilet seat, with his impossibly big, glistening boner sticking straight up in the air through the opening in his jeans.

Grinning up at me, he’d ripped off my tiny, g-string panties, and tossed them on the floor... then yanked the bottom of my fringed, white leather mini-skirt up to my waist.

With eyes as big as saucers, and a stunned smile on my face, I’d looked down at his throbbing hard-on... shocked that it was still rock-hard, even after spewing a huge load of spunk into my mouth. He’d pulled me forward...until I was straddling his thighs... then lined up the wide, mushroom-shaped head of his cock with my already wet vagina.

He’d chuckled, and mumbled, “Holy shit... you’re fucking drenched!”

I remembered giggling to myself, because my pussy had been totally soaked since our second or third dance together... he was big; he was handsome; and he could move on the dance floor... I was mesmerized. He kept finding reasons to bump and squeeze my large, jiggling boobs as we danced... and I couldn’t help but notice he had a sizeable bulge in his jeans that seemed to be growing with every song we danced to... getting wet between my legs was inevitable.

With a salacious smile on his face, he’d grabbed my hips... pulled me down onto his straining erection... then began bouncing me up and down on his thick, veiny boner... sliding deeper and deeper into my sloppy wet cunt with every one of my downward lunges.... perfectly matched by his upward thrusts.

I remembered letting out a hoarse, raspy groan as he entered me... completely astonished by the sheer size of his enormous hard-on.

Once he was inside me, he’d pushed my skimpy crop top up to my chin... and grabbed both of my heavy, pendulous tits... squeezing and pulling on them, as I continued bouncing up and down on his incredibly thick staff.

With his hands gripping my soft boob flesh, he’d pulled me forward... sucking my firm nipples into his mouth... one after the other... playfully nibbling on them, and flicking them with his tongue... until they were as hard as erasers, and quivering against his lips.

Leaning forward like that had allowed me to grind my engorged clit against the thick base of his erection, and... with my face buried into his shoulder... I’d twerked my hips, rubbing my sensitive nub back and forth against the stiff shaft of his boner, until I’d suddenly let out a muffled shriek... then caught my breath, and groaned... as an intense, tingly orgasm erupted between my legs.

I’d slowed down my plunging hips for a brief moment... moaning and swearing... as I creamed all over his rigid pole. Then... still impaled on his steely rod... I’d resumed bouncing up and down... eagerly stroking his raging hard-on with my slippery, wet cunt.

It wasn’t long before he’d caught his breath... growled into my pillowy boobs pressed firmly against his face... and blasted rope after rope of white, creamy jizzm all over the walls of my completely drenched pussy.

I smiled to myself at the memory of us gasping for air and trying to catch our breath after we’d both enjoyed incredible orgasms... in a stall... in the men’s room... at a local dance club.

I’d continued sliding up and down for a while on the stiff prick stuffed inside my pussy... allowing us both to enjoy the aftermath of our delightful climaxes... until his nutsack was finally empty... then slowly raised myself off of his still rock-hard boner.

As I’d climbed off his lap and stepped away, gobs of cum had dripped from my gaping pussy onto the bathroom floor between my feet. With a glazed, satiated smile on my face, I’d leaned over and sucked the tip of his thick, slimy cock into my mouth... then used my lips and tongue to clean of his glistening erection.

I’d been absolutely amazed that his dick was still stiff and throbbing... and I’d mumbled, “Holy shit... you just came twice... how the fuck can you still be this hard?”

He’d laughed and, with a mischievous smile, said, “I always take a Viagra before I go out”, then he’d squeezed one of my dangling tits, and added, “... you never know when you’ll run into a situation like this one.”

I’d giggled and stared down at his rigid, quivering dick... slick and shiny with my saliva... then playfully slapped it a couple of times... watching it sway back and forth between his legs for a few seconds... before struggling to shove it back into his jeans.

Once I’d tucked it away and pulled up his zipper... we’d put ourselves back together, and clambered out of the stall... chuckling and muttering about how much we’d enjoyed getting fucked in the bathroom... as we cleaned up at the sink... then headed out to the main room to continue dancing.

I’d looked for Crystal when we got back to our table, but I’d only caught a glimpse of her backside heading out of the club... along with a guy she’d been rubbing up against all night on the dance floor... probably to do in the parking lot what I’d just done in the men’s room.

My phone on the night stand vibrated again... drawing my fuzzy, hungover mind back to the present moment... so, I reached over for it, mumbling to myself, “My God... how much tequila did I have last night?”

I was surprised to hear a voice behind me say, “Quite a lot, actually.”

A bit stunned, I looked over my shoulder, and recognized the guy from the men’s room laying behind me... totally naked... his long, thick cock draped over one of his thighs... and it suddenly dawned on me: I was actually in his bed!

With my mind reeling, and my groggy eyes barely open, I grabbed my buzzing phone before it went to voice mail... noticed it was my husband calling... then clicked on the call, and said, “Hi, hon.”

Smiling through the phone, he said, “Good morning, sweetie... so, how was your girls’ night out with Crystal?”

As I started to answer my husband’s question, I felt the guy’s hand slip under my arm from behind me, and begin fondling my left boob. With his other hand, I could feel him stroking his stiff morning wood... first rubbing it against my lower back and ass cheeks... then running the bulbous tip up and down between my labia... searching for the opening to my vagina.

I automatically shifted my left leg forward... giving him better access to my exposed pussy... then quickly covered the phone with my hand, and whispered over my shoulder, “You need to be quiet... this is my husband”.

He chuckled, and whispered, “Sure... no problem.”

When he found the right spot between my legs, he gently nudged his hips forward... slowly gliding the round head of his cock into my pussy... already surprisingly wet with anticipation... then began rocking back and forth... shoving his rigid hard-on deeper and deeper inside me.

Still covering the phone with my hand, I moaned softly as I rocked my hips back into his insistent forward thrusts. I heard him let out a couple of muffled grunts just as I removed my hand and began to answer my husband’s question, but... fortunately... my husband didn’t hear the noises he was making, as I explained to him that Crystal and I had had a bit too much to drink last night, so I’d decided to do a sleep-over.

He empathized with me, and said a few more things that I wasn’t really listening to. Then, still struggling to keep my voice calm, and my breathing even, I said, “I need to stay in bed a little longer, babe... after that I’ll be home, right after I take a shower”... then hurried him off the phone, claiming that I needed a few more minutes in bed, before getting up to start my day.

We quickly exchanged “goodbyes” and “I love you’s”... then I tossed my phone back onto the night stand, and turned my attention to the long, steely pole plunging in and out of my throbbing pussy... and the delicious tentacles of pleasure bourgeoning between my legs.

Still laying on my side, I closed my eyes and reached down with one hand between my legs... found my swollen clitoris... and began furiously rubbing it back and forth, as I continued rocking my hips backwards into the incredibly stiff hard-on sliding in and out of my cunt from behind.

As the haze from the previous night slowly dissipated, I moaned and mumbled about how much I loved waking up to a huge, engorged cock pounding away between my legs... stretching me out perfectly, and hitting all the right spots inside my pussy.

Between that.... and my probing fingers rubbing tight little circles around the rubbery tip of my quivering nub... it wasn’t long before I suddenly let out a muffled groan, and launched into an intense, tingly climax that took my breath away and made my legs begin to tremble.

My cowboy slowed down for a few moments to let me savor my early-morning orgasm... then, with his stiff rod still shoved deep inside my cunt... he rolled me over onto my stomach... my soft, pillowy tits squashed against the bed beneath me... as he crouched behind me... straddled my butt cheeks... and resumed hammering his stiff boner in and out of my pussy like a cudgel... enthusiastically prone-boning me from behind.

Oh, shit, that felt fantastic!

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so well and truly fucked. I loved feeling overwhelmed and helpless beneath his big, powerful frame... with his enormous hard-on pounding away between my legs... slamming my body into the mattress with every one of his powerful thrusts.

He plowed his swollen erection in and out of my sodden cunt like a jackhammer... again and again and again... the force of his lunges making us both grunt in rhythm with his pumping hips.

I squeezed one of my hands underneath my belly... then slid it further down... past my bald pussy and between my legs... until I reached my stiff, throbbing nub with my fingers. I flicked it back and forth... over and over again... and it didn’t take long before I’d ignited another dazzling, spectacular orgasm that exploded between my legs like fireworks... leaving tingly, euphoric sensations cascading deliciously throughout my entire body.

As I wallowed in my latest climax... gently strumming my sensitive clit, and still grunting from the sheer force of the raging hard-on plunging in and out of my dripping wet snatch... I felt his hands grab my hips, and pull me up to my knees.

He continued plowing his stiff prick in and out of my pussy from behind, as he clutched a handful of hair and pulled my head back... causing my back to arch, and my heavy boobs to flail around wildly beneath my chest.

With one hand in my hair, he used the other hand to reach around and grab my thrashing tits... roughly squeezing my soft boob flesh, and aggressively pulling on my rock-hard nipples.

Oh, my God... I was heaven! I absolutely love to be manhandled like that in bed. It felt so good, I thought I might actually pass out!

I closed my eyes, and muttered, “Oh, shit... yeah... just like that... even harder... fuck, yeah... like that... oh, shit... keep going... keep going... yeah... yeah... oh, fuck, that feels amazing.”

After several more powerful thrusts, I heard his breathing begin to catch... followed by a raspy groan... then a massive lunge. He crammed his stiff prick as far as it would go inside me... then erupted... blasting a huge load of splooge all over the walls of my totally drenched vagina.

He pulled his rigid pole out to the tip, then slammed it back in... jolting my entire body... as he shoved it back inside me, and spewed another load of jizzm deep inside my sloppy wet pussy.

He did the same thing a few more times... causing my trembling body to jerk, again and again, with every one of his forward stabs... spraying several more jets of spunk into my overflowing cunt, as we both continued to groan and grunt from the force of his thrusting hips.

Still pulling my hair, and groping my flailing tits... he kept hammering away between my legs... until his nutsack was finally empty.

I swore and exclaimed, “Oh, shit... are you fucking kidding me?... my God, that feels fantastic... yeah... keep going... fuck, yeah... Goddamn, I can feel you all the way inside me... oh, fuck... yeah... just like that...”

Even after he was done cumming, he kept railing my cunt from behind for a while... then plopped down on top of me... both of us gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch our breath. He continued twerking his hips... pumping his still hard dick in and out of my brimming snatch... as cum and pussy juices leaked out from around his thick shaft... trickled down past my clit.... and puddled onto the sheets beneath me.

When our breathing finally settled down, we climbed off the bed... and, on wobbly legs, headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

We spent several minutes getting wet and washing our hair.... then, in the middle of washing up... he started lathering up my tits, and I just naturally began fondling his soapy, semi-hard cock.

It didn’t take long... and I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.... but before I knew it, he got another erection in the shower.

Laughing at his resurgent boner, I exclaimed, “For fuck sake... how the hell do you do that?”

He didn’t say anything, but chuckled, as his eyes locked onto my wobbly boobs... then he pressed my back up against the tiled wall of the shower stall... pushed my thighs apart with his knees... and stepped in between them... while I continued pumping his stiff rod, aimed straight at my vagina.

Looking down at his revived hard-on sliding back and forth in the palm of my hand, I mumbled, “No... I want to... but, I really can’t... I need to get home.”

But, even as I said that, I continued stroking his slippery shaft... already positioned between my spread legs, and nudging the opening to my gaping pussy.

My God, I wanted him inside me again...

He chuckled at my consternation and half-hearted resistance, and said, “Go ahead... put it in.”

Without really thinking about it, I did what he said.

With my hand that was already wrapped around his rigid pole, I pulled him forward, and plunged the tip of his cock into my wet, throbbing pussy.

Grinning lasciviously, he rocked his hips and straightened his legs at the same time... shoving his engorged prick into my drenched snatch with one massive thrust.

I let out a shriek when he entered me... still shocked and amazed at how impossibly big his cock was... then began grunting and moaning, as he hammered away between my legs... our hips making loud, wet clapping noises as they slapped into each other underneath the warm spray from the shower head.

He grabbed my bouncing tits... squeezing the soft, soapy boob flesh... then finding both nipples with his fingers... roughly tweaking and pinching them, as he continued pounding away inside me.

Oh, fuck... that felt amazing!

I closed my eyes... put my hands above my head... and let him maul my tits, and rail my pussy with his straining hard-on... over and over and over... as I rocked my hips into every one of his powerful lunges, and reveled in the incredible sensations coursing through my body.

I’d cum so much already... I didn’t believe I could possibly cum again... but the size and angle of his stiff pole thrusting in and out of my cunt was rubbing my distended clitoris perfectly... and I could feel another delicious orgasm building between my legs.

It didn’t take long before I threw my head back, and let out a muffled squeal, as I launched into another leg-shaking climax, and creamed all over his thrusting boner.

He chuckled as he felt me orgasm... the walls of my totally drenched cunt pulsating around his straining erection... and, after a few more powerful strokes, he suddenly caught his breath and blasted several streams of hot, gooey splooge deep inside my tingling pussy.

My mind was still a bit hazy... partly from my numerous early-morning orgasms... but I suspect having ab it of a hangover had something to do with it, as well.

My legs were trembling so badly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight... savoring the euphoria of my latest climax... while he continued to rock his hips... shoving his engorged prick in and out of my vagina several more times... as he emptied his nutsack inside me, and enjoyed the remnants of his latest orgasm... his second of the day.

With my eyes closed, and my head still resting against his chest, I chuckled to myself, and thought, “Holy shit... I don’t know how he does it... but this guy is a fucking machine!”

He eventually pulled his spent dick out of my pussy, and we both finished showering... then dried each other off and returned to his bedroom to get dressed. As I was climbing back into my clothes from the previous night, I asked him if he could take me back to the club so I could get my car and drive home from there.

He laughed, and said, “Sure... if you’ll give me a blowjob on the way.”

My eyebrows shot up and my mouth fell open... I exclaimed, “Are you fucking serious? You’ve already come twice this morning! How can you possibly get hard again?”

He chuckled, and said, “I don’t know... I guess it’s my super power.” Then he reached out and grabbed my naked breasts... both of them wobbling around loosely, as I pulled up my skirt and adjusted it around my hips... adding, “And these definitely help... your tits are gorgeous.”

I blushed a bit, but let him fondle and squeeze my boobs for a few moments... then pushed his hands away... slipped my crop top over my head... and, as I pulled it down to cover my jiggling tits... I grinned and said, “Okay... you’ve got a deal.”

We climbed into his car and he drove me back to the club, about twenty minutes away.

As promised, as soon as we were on the road, I unzipped his pants... pulled out his still semi-hard cock... and gave him a sloppy wet blowjob. He pulled my top up to my chin as I sucked on his revived hard-on... playfully massaging and slapping my jiggling breasts... until he held his breath... grabbed one of my tits... and nutted in my mouth... just as we pulled into the nearly empty parking lot at the club.

He pulled up next to my car, and I climbed out... leaving his spent cock sticking out of his unzipped jeans, and draped over one of his thighs.

My God... even flaccid, it was the most impressive dick I’d ever seen.

After I got out of the car, I leaned back in the passenger side door... my pendulous boobs still exposed, and swaying back and forth beneath my chest.

As I pulled my top back down over my dangling breasts, I said, “Last night was fun... I wouldn’t mind bumping into you again on another one of my girls’ nights out.”

He grinned, and said, “I’m definitely good with that... and I go to that club a lot, so maybe I’ll see you there.”

I smiled back at him, and said, “Cool... so, can you remind me again... what’s your name?”

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