I know where I would love to be right now, the fuck I do. If it were up to me, it would be someplace far, far from here. Where that might be, you asked? Out on Myrtle Beach lazing under the sun in my sexy pink swimsuit. I was there last year, and I had myself a blast with two other of my girlfriends. We had fun working on our tan, frolicking in the water, getting smashed, and if you must ask, yes, admiring the cute studs that caught our fancy.
Yeah, I had me a fabulous time then, but not so this year. This year started great, then came spring, and the whole thing turned shitty. Since March, it's been nothing but one giant fucking drag. COVID-19 has come and torn the world a new asshole. I've been cooped up at home with nothing on hand to do besides chat with friends online, trying to keep up with whatever gossip that's out in the grapevine. Except there's no fucking gossip or rumor mill to be had at all. Not when everyone's like me, cooped up indoors like prisoners with no idea of parole.
College is on permanent shut down. I've been home with my parents going three months now, and this coronavirus thing doesn't seem like it's going anywhere. The government's got their heads stuck in their ass about what to do about this mess; it's all being on big colossal fuck all from them.
But what the fuck am I talking about anyway? I'm lying in bed right now, completely losing it. The days seem to grow long, and the nights don't want to end. I've seen about enough movies on Netflix since to last me a lifetime. I'm so horny, and it pains me to admit that. I sure could use a good dick to fuck. A beautiful, thick black dick is what I hunger for. If there were ever a fast-food venture that specialized in shipping off black dicks to fuck, I'd have been the first bitch to order one. I've worn out the batteries of my dildo, and have nothing to fuck but my pillow.
I'm such a horny slut that I can't help myself. My friends know I dig black guys, but they've no idea how addicted I am to want to get fucked on a daily. It's been weeks since my last black dick session. It had been a satisfying round from my boyfriend, Gregory. Too bad, he had to bolt before my parents returned home.
Greg had been my boyfriend since my last trip to Atlantic Beach the previous summer. Such a wonderful getaway that had been. It only became great when Greg walked into my life.
I'm playing with my pussy inside my shorts right now, just thinking about it.
There was Jenny, Margo, and myself, Marge. We considered ourselves the three blondies as we were tight besties. It was a summer weekend like every other, and we decided what better way to enjoy it than heading out to Atlantic Beach at Crystal Coast to catch some gorgeous sun and fun. We had pulled enough money together to rent a room that was a short walk to the beach. It was one of those rare periods I wasn't thinking about men. All I wanted was to work on my tan and swim in the ocean with my friends and have a great time with them before returning home. It should have been so simple, except it wasn't.
We got there on a Friday morning, and later that afternoon, I laid on a lounge chair soaking up some sun when a volleyball came whizzing from nowhere and landed against my chair. I half turned and lifted my sunglasses off my face to see this handsome black hunk hurrying toward me. He had on a pair of beach shorts and nothing else. His body glistened under the sun. It looked as if he was melting with the way he was sweating. He smiled as he came and picked up the ball.
"Sorry," he said. "Hope the ball didn't hit you?"
"On the contrary, no." I should have ended the conversation there, except his eyes magnetized me so I couldn't look away. "But it could have. If I were a lawyer, I'd sue you to court for that."
"Oh my," he pretended as if shocked. "I hope I broke no bones. You a lawyer, or working toward becoming one?"
"Working toward."
"Figures. I've been down this beach plenty of times and never met me no pretty looking would-be lawyer. You looking to catch any case here?"
"I might be," I winked at him, "if you stick around."
I couldn't believe what I'd just said to him then. I was so carefree and impulsive for no reason. He introduced himself as Gregory but told me his friends called him Greg. He lived in Crystal Coast. He often came to the beach to play volleyball with some of his buddies. He excused himself and went back to join his group at about the same time that Jenny and Margo returned from taking a swim on the beach.
That evening there was a bonfire party on the beach, and we decided to show up for it. It was either that or watch TV in the hotel room and sulk. Neither of us was in the mood for that; we were here to have fun, and that was what we wanted to enjoy.
We encountered a large crowd at the beach. A rock band played a mini-concert while people danced and frolicked near the bonfire. Drinks went around. A strong wind steadily blew from the water. I swayed to the music while sipping rum from a plastic cup when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned, and to my surprise, it was Gregory. This time he wore a sleeveless shirt and jeans and wasn't sweating at all; he looked very dashing.
"How did you find me here?" I asked.
"I wasn't really looking for you," he replied. "I recognized one of your girlfriends and thought possibly I'd find you around, and here you are."
"Yeah, here I am. Want a sip?" I offered him my cup.
"I've got something better I think you'd like," he held a rolled piece of reefer to my face. "I know someplace private we won't be bothered."
He smiled at me. I had smoked reefers before—not something I'd ever want my parents to find out—my friends and I have, but it's a secret we have so far kept to ourselves. That night I decided to be adventurous without them. I found Jenny dancing and told her I was going for a walk down the beach and would be back in an hour. Greg offered me his hand, and together we headed west.
We walked away from the bonfire party. The music grew faint as we strolled down a lit pathway toward a seedy row of bungalow houses that appeared uninhabited. Gregory led me to one of them and opened the door for me and led me into what once was a living room but was nothing but squalor. There was still furniture inside. The walls had large cracks to the roof. Surprisingly the electricity even worked.
"My friends and I sometimes come by here to goof off," Gregory explained as we then sat down on a sofa.
"Not exactly the sort of place I'd want to be caught dead in," I said. I should have been worried, but something about him told me everything was alright. And he seemed to read my mind with what he said next.
"Don't you fret, Marge. You're safe here with me." He took a Bic lighter out of his pocket and lit the reefer. He took the first puff at it before handing it to me. "Best shit in North Carolina."
"If you say so," I muttered before taking the weed from him and bringing it to my lips.
I sucked on the weed.
I inhaled the smoke.
The smoke hit my lungs and fired my brain before I puffed it out.
I repeated the act twice, and true enough, it was some good shit, as I then admitted to him.
"I told you," he remarked after taking back the reefer and puffing on it once more. "Ever you come find me, I'll hook you up with the best weed. But for a price."
"How much of a price are we talking about?"
My voice sounded weird coming from me. I still had my senses, but I was feeling kinda light-headed. The weed was putting its mark on me, and I sat there caressing, Gregory's thigh and loving it. He could tell that I wanted him right there and then. The weed had sort of amplified my voice, including every noise around us. I swear I could even hear my heart beating fast, including my rushed breathing.
"Price comes in either cash or kindness," he said. "In your case, being a wannabe lawyer that you are, I'll take kindness."
He passed the weed back, and I took several tokes before handing it back to him.
"Ok. How does the kindest begin then?"
He got up with the reefer stuck in his mouth. I watched him unzip the fly of his jeans and whipped out a gorgeous-looking back dick.
"Put your mouth to this and suck on it," he told me. "That will be a start."
It was the right type of start I equally had in mind. And with the weed already loosening my impulses, I had no choice but to do what he wanted. I drew him closer and let his cock slip into my mouth. His cock tasted so fucking good. Before that night, it had been almost four weeks since I got fucked, so you can say I was sex-starved. My minimum of being off sex was usually between a week and two; four weeks meant like I was heading toward a withdrawal phase.
As it turned out, sucking Greg's cock got me aroused. I had one hand under my shorts, and I could feel my pussy getting anxiously wet. Greg sneaked his hand into my summer blouse to get a feel of my breasts. By this time, I had his erection jammed between my mouth, sliding back and forth against my tongue. He stopped to offer me more tokes of the weed. I blew smoke at his cock before sucking him once again.
Greg smoked the blunt to its end before discarding it. Then he pushed me away, and we both worked ourselves out of our clothes. He lit another stick of reefer then sat down on the couch, puffing on the weed while stroking his cock with his other hand. I came and took ownership of his cock from him by mounting him.
I guided him where I wanted it. Then I held my breath and let it off in a gasp the instant he penetrated me.
He passed me the blunt, and we took puffs of the good weed while I rode his prick up and down. Greg's cock was hitting the right spot. I whimpered and cried while I kept on bouncing on him hard. He smacked my butt and blew smoke on my tits before sucking each one. We kissed each other long and hard; I knew then that I would keep him in my life for as long as I could.
It never occurred to me until a minute later that he was fucking me without a condom on. That was a partial result of the excellent weed that clouding my judgment from realizing that as he then held me to the couch and fucked me from behind. His cock filled my pussy, and I did my best to thrust back at him. The room reeked of weed smoke mixed with our fucking. Time didn't seem to exist for me. I had no idea how long we fucked, or if Margo and Jenny weren't looking for me. I pleaded with Greg not to cum inside me. He pulled out at the last minute and jerked his cum over my butt. I ran my hand over his semen and brought it to my mouth and licked it off.
We finished smoking that weed, and then we wore our clothes and left the seedy bungalow back to the beach. By then, the party was winding to its end. Few people were milling about, while many were dispersing. The band was still playing, but their music was less energetic than before.
I decided to return to the hotel. Greg offered to walk me there. Margo and Jenny, sure enough, had been distressed with where I'd been. I introduced them to Gregory, and he then gave us his last stash of weed. I exchanged phone numbers with him and promised to meet the next day. He came over the next day while my friends went shopping. We spent the afternoon fucking, and since then we have been tight with each other.
I sure could use his dick right now. Sitting in bed all morning has gotten me completely stressed out; this quarantine shit has got me and my folks stressed the fuck out. My parents stay up most evenings arguing about it, including what's ongoing in the news. I finish masturbating grabbed my phone to dial Greg's number. His voice came on; I pictured him smiling on the other end.
"What's up, wannabe lawyer?"
"Nothing much," I answered, smiling to myself. "I'm fucking bored out of my head. What about you?"
"Same thing. Corona's got the world scared to go outside."
"I was thinking, how fast can you get your ass over here?"
That got his attention. "As fast as I wanna be. What you got in mind?"
"Nothing except that I'm horny as fuck right now, and I sure could use some dick," I declared candidly.
"Oh shit!" Greg chuckled. "You sure that's what you want? What about your folks? They sure as hell are gonna get upset if they catch me sneaking into your bedroom window."
"I think I can find a way to work you in without them noticing," I said. "You just get your ass and that big black dick of yours over here now."
"Alright. Let me take a shower then throw on some clothes, and I'll be right over."
"As fast as you can, daddy. I'm waiting."
I'd ended the call when there came a knock on my door, then my mom peeped into my room.
"Marge, I'm thinking of watching something on Netflix. Wanna come join? I'm making popcorn."
I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good, mom. I'm just gonna like down for a while."
"Alright. See you later."
She shut my door and I felt at peace once more.