Doing Drunk Darla
Wiping the sweat from my brow, I got up and put my bike back on its wheels. Flat
tires are every bike messenger's bane. Not only are they a hassle, but sometimes
they'll cause you to miss an important deadline, thus cutting into your income
or even costing you a valuable customer for good. This time, however, it was
just a hassle since I was returning from my last delivery for today and looked
forward to a hot bath at home. Earning college money as a bike messenger was a
job easy to get, but it was hard and driving in the city under time pressure can
be very hazardous. Especially on a hot late afternoon like this, when it was
exceptionally warm for September, really hot like in July - and the humidity was
up, too.
My reverie about soaking in my bathtub, rubbing the knots from my muscles got
rudely interrupted when somebody bumped into me from behind. I turned around and
saw a tall woman, swaying on her long legs. She was wearing cowboy boots,
scuffed and worn but obviously well made. Faded jeans were held on her slender
hips by a ranger belt. Over that came a western shirt which was tied under her
ample bosom, showing off her large hooters. She wore a deep tan and grinned at
me with a wide, gap-toothed smile. Her shiny hazel eyes didn't quite seem to
focus and her long, light-brown hair was showing a first hint of grey. "Ah'm
sorry - didn't see you against the setting sun" she stammered, speaking thickly.
That gal was high as a kite and had probably spent the afternoon at the nearby
county fair, drinking because of the heat, but drinking the wrong things and now
she was completely smashed. "Ah'm lost" she said, beaming at me and touching my
forearm, "can't find the darn subway station" - now she leaned against me and
slung her arm around my waist - "wha' 'bout showin' me the way?". Her firm tits
brushed against me and I switched instantly from being dog-tired and worn out to
a helpful young man, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed - and horny as a goat.
"Sure thing" I said and put my arm around her, too. Pushing my bike with my left
arm, pulling the stoned bitch against me with the other, I started out towards
the subway station, which was several blocks away. While we staggered along, she
lurching and swaying and stumbling over her own feet, I started exploring with
my hand, brushing against her jugs and fondling them. She either didn't notice
or didn't mind. Her smell rose to me, a heady aroma of fresh sweat and hair
that's been in the sun a lot, also a faint whiff of beer - must have guzzled
quite a lot, judging from her insecure gait.
We walked between some tenement houses, recently evacuated and about to be razed
for condos. Suddenly she mumbled "Honey, I just gotta pee real bad". She went
into a little garden and then entered the hallway of one of the empty buildings.
I had stayed close behind her and in here, the heat wasn't quite so oppressive,
in fact, it was rather cool in the late afternoon glow. While she had walked
ahead of me, I had read "Darla" on the back of her belt. Now Darla fumbled with
her belt and then unzipped her jeans, not caring that I was staring at her all
the time. Under her jeans Darla was wearing something red. Suddenly, she
lurched, took a step backward and stumbled on the stair, falling flat on her
back. Immediately, the crotch of her jeans turned dark as Darla's piss was
released by the shock of her hitting the ground.
She sat up and rubbed her head when I noticed that one of her tits had flopped
out. By now I had a raging hard-on and was wrestling with my fancy bike pants to
get it free. Since you don't wear anything under those things, it was done in a
few moments. Darla was on her knees, still trying to push down her jeans. I went
over and jerked off in front of her face. Without hesitation, Darla started
blowing me, taking my stiff pecker in her hot, wet mouth. She licked and sucked
like there was no tomorrow, stroking my balls with her long, slender fingers.
I was already close to the edge and I absolutely had to fuck that slut - right
now. I hauled her off the floor, spun her around and pulled down her jeans in
one swift, eager motion. Darla was falling forward, but I had gotten hold of her
hips just in time. She was steadying herself against the wall, showing me her
behind which was more revealed than covered by a red string panty. I tore at the
soaked fabric to get at her pussy and buried my pecker to hilt in her fuck hole.
Darla gasped and then groaned. Humping away like mad at the drunk slut was pure
bliss. My groans and Darla's screams of lust echoed in the stairwell. I was
holding her jugs, mashing them against her chest and fucking her sopping cunt.
All of a sudden, Darla started to piss again. A scalding hot shower was gushing
out of her, running down our legs, soaking the jeans around her ankles and
forming a puddle on the tiled floor.
All the cunt juices and the pee made Darla so wet that I wasn't getting a lot of
friction any more - good thing, too or I would have shot my load already.
Instead, I was hammering my stiff rod into her dripping vagina, making squishing
sounds. Darla was acting like a bitch in heat, moaning and yelling and throwing
her hair around in exstacy when suddenly she had to throw up. Her vomit splashed
against the wall, she retched and threw up again and again, violenty gushing
forth all the beer she had drunk at the fair ground.
This caused her cunt muscles to spasm and now there was no way to hold back my
orgasm. I came violently, shooting a load deep in her cunt, then I withdrew. My
pecker shot up at a sharp angle and I jizzed all over Darlas back, shooting
sperm in her hair, over her shirt and on her ass. I let go of her to jerk the
last drops from my pecker. Darla collapsed against the wall and slipped to the
floor, looking up at me with glazed eyes, smiling a drunk smile. I aimed my dick
at her chest and peed all over her tits, her swollen, gaping cunt and her long
legs. Finally, I pissed in her mouth and she gulped it down.
When she slumped over in our mixed fluids and started snoring, a happy smile on
her face, I went out to my bike and rode home while she was sleeping it off.
