43. Free Porn

**Ryan Damison**

"Wha-What are you doin' Amara?" I stand there frozen on the spot, under the dark sky, in my Simpsons boxers looking at her titties.
Titties that openly look back at me with a naughty smile. *Fuck!*
Suddenly, Amara throws her hands up and wildly screams, "Let's get boys prega-prego-pretnet-pregananny-pigmate, Yayy!"
*Pregnaan- what?*
"No-no, no, NO!" I panickingly yell as she lowers her flimsy panties and steps out of them, discarding them on the ground like a useless cloth. I feel my heart beats going berserk in my chest as my eyes witness her naked body glowing under the moon.
*What the fuck did she drink?*
Her titties jiggle as she suddenly spins around and starts to run naked in the parking lot. "What the hell?" I run my hands violently through my hair as I see her buttocks squirm and wiggle in the air as she freely runs around like sheeps on drugs.
*What the fuck was in that dog food?*
I pick her dress in one hand and my jeans in another, then start running behind Amara in my boxers. "Fuck fuck!" I shake my head as her bouncing boobies peek in my peripheral vision, smirking at me.
I have done craziest drugs in my life but never have I ever tripped of catching a naked girl. I anxiously look side to side, hoping no one is recording us. Or we are surely getting famous on the porno side of web!
"Amara, stop!" I growl aggressively. The hair on my legs feels the wind as I sprint fast to capture her naked patootie.
"Go suck a bag of dicks. Hahahahah!" She laughs like a crack-head and runs in a zigzag pattern. Her buttocks happily jump and bounce in my vision, something that I can't un-see it.
I have never panicked this badly in my life. As if someone has cut my heart out, dressed it in a pink skirt, and kept it on display. *Fuck, this girl!*
I grab her arm and spin her around to face me. Her cheeks, neck, and breast have turned bright red as she breathes heavily. And her nipples are hard and pointing straight at me raunchily. This is the worst time in history to get a boner.
"Have you lost it? What the fuck are you doing?" I snarl in anger and drag her behind the tree so no one could spot us. I tug her black dress that looks like the size of my sleeve.
*How did she even fit in this thing?*
Sweat runs down my temples as I spin the dress upside down to check which is the above part and which one is below. But to my surprise, it’s up and down looks alike, just like it’s front and back.
*What fuckery sorcery is this!*
My hands fidget nervously as I try to find the zipper, her nakedness is doing no good in this situation. Why she has to be fully naked? I yank my jeans and her dress to find her other cloth, but other than pennies from my jeans, nothing else drops.
*I think I forgot to pick her panties.*
Fuck. FUCK!
Suddenly my senses alert me and I instantly tug down my head, hiding behind the tree as I hear someone passing by.
"You know, I never made any fake ID or pretended to be a girl online."
"Yeah man, same. And I don't send my dick pics to random guys and ask for their pics in return. Never bro."
*These fuckballs are still here!*
"Mmmhh." I instantly press my palm on her mouth as I feel her squirm under me. "Shhh!" I whisper in her ears, and she instantly freezes.
"And even if someone sends me their dick pics, I never save them to my gallery or ask them to send one in another angle."
I look down at Amara, her big hazel eyes with thick eyeliner are staring at me with utter fascination. She kinda looks like the human version of anime girls that I watch in Hentai videos.
My eyes lower to her heaving chest, her small waist, beautiful belly button, wider hips, and her small sex hidden between her thick thighs.
I gulp. Loudly.
For a second I completely forgot about her puking, stripping, running, jiggling as I stare at her beautiful boobies. The unique color reflecting from her tits is permanently saving in my memory foam mattress and replacing my current favorite color file.
I feel my heartbeats running wildly, out of my control as I stand close to her naked, heated body and feel the intense sexual attraction between us. The tent in my boxer and fire in my veins want to bend her on the tree and do her my way.
I lick my dry lips as I slowly lean down to her flushed face. Her cheeks and nose are tainted in a rosy-pink color which makes her look Kawaii as fuck. While her chest rises and falls down rapidly, just like mine.
But there is one big thing that is really bothering me other than her stripped body. I remove my hand from her mouth and slowly stride it down, touching her soft skin and hold her tiny waist.
I want to know that one thing that has been on my mind all day. Her skin shudders under my touch as I huskily whisper, "Amara? Did you complete my reports?"
She blinks once, twice... for a couple of more times while looking blankly at me. “My reports! Did you complete them?" My hot breath fans on her face as I repeat with a little severity.
Amara takes her lower lip in between her teeth and innocently shakes her head. Fuck! She is such a cock teaser. I close our distance as I put my hand beside her head and lean down looking straight in her fuck-me eyes.
“Why? Daddy wants to know why his little squirrel is running around naked without completing the reports." I get into the role-play.
Amara nervously fidgets her fingers as she sheepishly replies, "Because... B'coz... B'cows... Cows... Milk... Milk iz nice... And spaghetti iz white."
*I am sorry, What the fuck?*
I massage my head as I look at her absentmindedly. Which reminds me she is drunk, stinks, and very naked. I look around and see a few tipsy people making out in the parking lot and others trying to walk straight. I instantly remove my leather jacket and throw it on her shoulders.
Amara confusedly looks at me as I push her hands inside the sleeves and zip it up till her chest. All my life I have undressed girls, this is the first time where I am dressing a naked girl.
*Tables turn so quickly.*
I take a step back and look at my packing. The jacket hardly covers her thighs and breasts, but they still cover the main area of my focus. Her red lipstick is smudged on her lips as she stands there looking irresistibly hot in my leather jacket.
*At least she won't run naked now.*
I grab her hand, find my car, and drive off to the highway. I run my hand through my hair as I think about what happened today. The craziest motherfucking trip I ever had.
I look at Amara and see her soundly looking out of the window. "Peter Pan's nipple pickle." She mumbles to herself, then rests her head on the window.
I look down at her chest that is peeking a little through my jacket and immediately the vision of her bouncing boobies comes into my head.
I think I am gonna have nightmares of her titties all my life.
I absent-mindedly drive the car on the lonely highway. I don't even remember her house, she has no phone or contacts that I could call to. Maybe I should have left her at Ken's party. I could have thrown her in a bathroom and locked the door.
But I couldn't risk it. What if Dakota smelled her? He is one big fucking dog I know.
I roughly massage my temples, the headache is pulsating through my nerves the more I keep my eyes open. I wanna fuck everything and sleep like a motherfucker. I can already feel a long hangover coming.
I reach my home around 2 o'clock. The security guards nod as they open up the gate for the familiar vehicle to pass. I quietly climb down and look up at the mansion, the sound of water running from the fountain covers up my noises.
I try to wake up the sleeping beauty, but she doesn't even budge an inch. I pat her cheeks lightly but no response is observed from her side. Seems like either she is dead or blacked out.
I lift her up in bridal style while I am still in my boxers and slowly enter the house from the back door to my room. I silently thank that Rose is staying at her friend's for overnight studies or it would have been really awkward to witness her classmate with me in this state.
I immediately throw Amara on my bed and start to remove my clothes. The disgusting smell of her vomit is giving me a headache I have never experienced before. I discard the dirty clothes and walk into my shower.
"Oh fuck! It feels so good." I moan under the hot water as it runs down my body, relieving my stress points. The awful smell of puke finally vanishes from my skin and I feel a lot better in mood. I wrap the towel around my waist as I walk back into my room, to the sleeping beauty.
I chuckle as I watch her sleep with an open mouth, looking so ravishingly innocent. Her face looks calm and gives serene vibes as she soundly sleeps with no sound. My fingers touch her soft cheeks as I push a tangled lock of hair from her mouth. *She is cute but very wild.*
And then my eyes drop to her soft breathing body packed in my jacket.
My eyes follow my fingers that slowly trail down to her neck, and slide in between her chest. I slowly pull the zipper, revealing her body under the leather cloth. Her moon white skin appears as I fully unzip it.
I lean on to her naked body as I slowly roll her to the side, and swiftly pull out my jacket. "Bitch, it's Versace."
I gently dust off my leather jacket as if I am cleaning a snowflake. I carefully hang it on the oak white hanger, so no wrinkle appears on it and safely zip it in its cover bag.
I remind myself to dry clean it later but for now, I fucking need to sleep. I change into my hulk boxers and lifelessly fall on my bed. "Fuck!" I growl as the soft mattress hugs me from below and sucks my stress out.
As soon as I close my eyes, her boobies pop up in my mind. I can't delete the images of her titties dancing in the air and smiling at me, while she runs naked in front of me. Oh *God!*
Hallucinations.
*There must be something in that dog food.*