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As the evening wore on, the party spilled out into the back yard, where the weed was going around. Being a huge fan of weed, I drifted into the backyard. After awhile, I saw this girl named Eve who I'd previously hooked up with. She was a little sub slut (my favorite kind), so I went over and said "hi". She smiled as I gave her a big hug and playfully squeezed her ample ass. She giggled and said "No, no... I want you to meet my husband", indicating the guy behind her. I don't even remember his name, but I shook his hands and said some words of congratulations. After a brief exchange, someone passed me a doobie and I chatted with a few other folks I knew.

After a short time, I found myself standing near the back of the house, right outside the bathroom window. The shades were pulled up about 6 inches and the light was on. I peered inside and saw Eve seated on the toilet. A moment later, she turned and saw me standing there. Then she grinned slyly and curled her index finger a couple of times, indicating that she wanted me to come inside. I hurried up the steps in to the house, was waylaid by an old friend who I had to cut short, and proceeded to the bathroom.

I found the door unlocked and went right in. Eve was very fond of boldness in a man, though she never admitted it aloud. As I entered, she got up from peeing, still smiling and a obviously a little drunk, and reached for her panties to pull them up. I walked over to where she was standing with a no-games look of intensity on my face and slapped her hand away gently. She stopped smiling and returned my intensive stare. I stood for a moment staring at her fat little pussy. I could tell that she was already dripping wet, and sliding my hand firmly between her legs confirmed my suspicions.

I began rubbing gently until my fingers were soaked, but I was careful not to penetrate her yet. I like the first penetration she feels to be my engorged member plunging insistently into her with one quick stroke. I've discovered that many women adore that strategy, as evidenced by their squeals and moans when I do it. After a few moments of teasing her with my hand, I grabbed her firmly and pulled her over to the countertop where the sink was located.

She stood breathless for a moment, not knowing what perversity I had in mind. Then I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face the mirror. I slid my hands down to her voluptuous hips, then pointed at our reflections in the mirror. Then I looked down and slipped my rock hard bone into her. I gave her a few gentle strokes to prepare her, looking down all the time so I could watch it sawing in and out of her. Then as my thrusts became deeper and quicker I looked up to see what I was looking for: her expressions of ecstasy as I went about my work. I love watching myself molesting a winsome young hottie.

I slid my hands upward, lifting her t-shirt and unhooked her bra so I could squeeze those cute little b-cup titties. I squeezed and squeezed. She was moaning intently, every so often opening her eyes to watch in the mirror what I was doing to her. I continued plunging my rigid shaft balls-deep into her, tickling her cervix with every stroke. That's the part of fucking I love best. She hunched over to aid me in getting the deepest possible penetration. Then I suddenly withdrew completely, provoking a look of dismay from her. But before she could become alarmed, I rammed it all the way back in, eliciting a squeal from her.

I put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as the door was still unlocked, and I didn't want to be interrupted by an irate husband. I determined to finish her off quickly and began thrusting ferociously until I could hear by the noises she was making that she was ready to cum. I always like to let my ladies cum first, so I didn't relent until I could feel her juices running down my scrotum and she was left panting and quivering. A few more quick thrusts and I was ready for my own release.

I withdrew, pulled her upright, spun her around again and pushed down on her shoulders until she complied and kneeled. I told her "You know where this is going, don't you? Smile for me." I got the feeling that she didn't particularly care for having a massive load blown all over her adorable little face, but the perversity of it excited her and she never said a word of complaint. "Smile", I commanded her as I pumped my bone a few more times and sprayed what felt like a gallon of cum all over her. There were drops in her hair and on her clothes. My sticky, white goo was dripping from her lips, her chin, her cheeks, her forehead. It's one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. I wish I'd had my camera to capture the moment.

As we recovered our breath, and she stood up, I suddenly heard cheering from outside the window. The shade was still lifted slightly and a small crowd had gathered outside the window and had evidently seen our entire encounter. I'd never done it for an audience before. It was hotter than I expected. Meanwhile, Eve had refastened her bra and pulled up her jeans, preparing to return to the party. As she turned on the tap to wash up, I told her "No. You're going to sit here until it dries. Then you're going to walk out that door, through the crowded living room, past dozens of strangers while wearing my jism." She looked hesitant for a moment, but he just couldn't resist following such a filthy command from a bold master. We came out of the bathroom together a bit later, and she walked right through the crowd unembarrassed, showing off my what I'd done to her proudly.

One of my favorite encounters. True story.