That Night My Date Drove Me Wild With a Toy and Fucked Me Hard [FM]

So last semester, I was 19, just trying to get through my psych classes at college. My friend, also 19, set me up with this guy from her econ class, 21, kinda nerdy but cute glasses, curly hair, always in flannel. We'd been texting for a week, flirty but chill, and he asks me out to this low-key bar near campus. I'm nervous but excited, so I wear a short skirt and a tight top, feeling bold. My friend's like, "have fun, don't be boring," and slips me a remote controlled vibrator as a joke, saying, "spice it up." I laugh but tuck it in my purse, thinking why not.

He picks me up, and we're vibing at the bar, sipping beers, talking about music and dumb college stuff. He's got this mischievous grin, and I'm getting flirty, so I tell him about the toy, half-joking. His eyes light up, "you serious? Put it in." I'm blushing but horny, so I slip to the bathroom, slide the vibe into my pussy small, snug, fits perfect. I hand him the remote, and he's grinning like he won the lottery. We're back at the table, and he starts playing with it low buzz at first, making my pussy tingle, getting wet fast. I'm trying to act normal, sipping my drink, but he cranks it up, and I'm gripping the table, pussy soaking my panties, thighs shaking. "You okay?" he teases, and I'm like, "fuck you," but I'm smiling, loving it.

He keeps switching the settings, high to low, making my clit throb, pussy dripping down my thighs under the table. I'm biting my lip, trying not to moan, and he's just watching me, all smug. I cum right there, quiet as I can, pussy pulsing around the toy, legs trembling, barely holding it together. "Let's get outta here," he says, and I'm nodding, desperate. His apartment's a short walk, and he's got the remote in his pocket, buzzing me the whole way, my pussy so wet it's practically dripping down my legs.

We get to his place a messy studio with band posters and a lumpy couch. Soon as the door shuts, we're kissing, hard and sloppy, his hands under my skirt, feeling how soaked I am. "Fuck, you're drenched," he groans, pulling the vibe out slow, my pussy clenching as it slides free. He yanks my top off, sucking my tits, biting my nipples till I'm moaning loud. I tug his jeans down his dick's hard, thick, maybe 7 inches, precum beading. I stroke him, spit on the tip, and suck him deep, tongue swirling, gagging a bit as he hits my throat. "Shit, you're good," he says, hand in my hair.

I'm too horny to wait. "Fuck me," I beg, bending over his couch, skirt up, ass out. He grabs a condom thank god and slides into my pussy, stretching me so good I gasp. He fucks me hard, fast, hips slamming, balls slapping my clit, my juices making it sloppy. "Harder," I moan, and he grabs my hips, pounding deeper, one hand sneaking to my ass, thumb circling my tight hole. I'm rubbing my clit, pussy clenching, cumming again, shaking so hard my knees buckle. He's groaning, "gonna cum," and pulls out, ripping the condom off, cumming all over my ass hot, thick ropes dripping down my cheeks.