The yellow Hornet in the rain.

This is a true story, from back when I was a teenaged slut. Hey what can I say, it was the 80's

and I liked to screw. Is that so wrong just because I was a girl? It's not as embellished as the

other "true" stories here, but I wanted to keep it as close to thecomplete truth as I possibly could.

There's time enough later to write fantasy fiction.

It was 1984 , I was barely 17 and it was a summer day, yet pouring down rain. I was cruising

around town in my car when I saw the Yellow Hornet sitting in the park. It was Brian, a friend

of mine, I'd say he was about 22 back then. I hadn't talked to him in a while, my boyfriend at that

time was a complete jerk and didn't like me talking to other guys, but he was out of state for the

month. He thought that every other guy wanted to fuck my brains out, it turns out that he may

have been right about that.

I suppose the clothes I wore might have hard something to do with that. I had a great body

and I knew it and I saw nothing wrong with flaunting it, a lot. I mean really, you're only young once

and I knew men of all ages stared at me with appreciation in their eyes, I saw it all the time. It

always made me feel good knowing that just with the bounce of my step I could make a man I'd

never met get a rock hard erection. Long smooth legs, a beautiful firm ass and a rock hard pair

of titties. Not overly large titties, nice perky titties that fit perfectly in a male hand or mouth. The

long blonde hair helped out too. I always had a fondness for that Stones song "Start me up" I

felt that I could indeed make a dead man cum.

I decided to stop and see what Brian had been doing. I pulled up and dashed to his car. I was

wearing really short shorts, just short enough to show a bit of each cheek, so my long tanned

legs got wet as I made the dash. My spaghetti strapped top ended up all wet and my nipples

were hard as rocks as I shut the door. My top was just short enough to show a sliver of skin

between the top and the shorts. I always thought just giving a peek but yet making them use

their imagination for the rest was instrumental. I had a really nice body, I worked hard at keeping

it firm and trim. I had a great ass too, I used to hear it enough so I knew he was looking at me,

and I was glad, I wanted him to look. I've always very perceptive to the feelings and vibes coming

off of other people. I could actually feel his desire for me. I was doing everything I could to send

out the signals of my lust for him as well.

We sat in his car talking about trivial things, music, other people we both knew, just general

crap. After an hour or so, the conversation was lagging and I was really horny. I had always

wondered what it would be like to fuck this guy and I'm sure he was thinking the same thing about

me. I couldn't keep my eyes from falling on the crotch of his pants. I really wanted to know what

was going on in there, and I knew I could find out.

I turned to the side where I was facing him with my left leg bent on the seat. I was trying to be

coy, back at that time I was too young to be aware that men like a woman who makes the first

move or takes control. Somehow his hand managed to brush across my thigh. It was like a

bolt of lightening had hit me. Instantly my pussy was so wet and burning for his touch. I wanted

him. I grabbed him and pulled him to me and kissed him hard, my tongue probing inside his

mouth.

He was very receptive to the idea, his hands were already exploring my body. touching,

searching, probing for my moist folds. He pushed his finger up into me and it about made me

lose my mind. I really wanted this guy to fuck me.

I felt there was no time to wait, I wanted his cock inside me. He unzipped his pants and

exposed this huge, fat cock. It was the biggest one I'd seen and much more fun looking than

what my boyfriend had going on. I wanted that cock, all the way inside me, NOW. I straddled

him as he shoved it up into my waiting entrance. He rammed that entire giant pole into me in one

full thrust. I rode him so hard and fast. He fucked me as hard as he could with that big glorious

dick of his. I was so hot and turned on, I'd never cheated on a guy, but this was exquisite, just

the thought of this guy, that my boyfriend didn't even want me to speak to, was ramming my little

cunt with his gigantic wonderful cock made me hotter than the fires of Hell.

I can still see it in my head today, nearly 25 years later. We fucked hard and fast both arriving

at an explosive climax together. It was over, but damn it was worth it.

Shortly after we finished and were just relaxing, the cops came rolling through, nice and slow

giving us the hard stare. I've always wondered, did someone see us? Just the thought that they

might have is a real turn on.

I always wanted the chance to have another shot with him. There are so many things I wanted

him to do to me, but somehow we just never were aligned at the right time again. I wish I'd have

fucked him again, several more times. It was always fun when my boyfriend came back into

town, every time I'd see Brian, I'd get this smile on my face and think "you didn't want me to talk

to him, so I just went out and fucked him instead". It always made me feel like such a dirty girl, I'd

also think "hey maybe you can get Brian to spank me for being naughty"

Even today, after nearly a quarter of a century has passed, I still think of that day. I still have

fantasies about him. I'll be writing those here in the future because I can't just keep all this in my

head.