42 Filthy Fucking Stories (25 page)

The Dead Cowboys discussed their strategy. No one had a clue where the guy hid, though he may as well have been invisible. Bo had been headshot or stabbed from behind more times than he could count. FNH never pulled punches.
 

Neither would Bo.

FkuNowHaHa: Howdy pardner!

Bo blinked as the private message popped up in his Comm Box. FNH had never messaged him before. He ignored the prompt and tested his controller to make sure everything was in tiptop shape.

FkuNowHaHa: Don't wanna talk?

Bo grimaced, picking up his wireless keyboard. They still had a few minutes before the game, and it was hard not to be intrigued by the contact.

DCLeader: Sure.

FkuNowHaHa: Miss me?

DCLeader: No.

FkuNowHaHa: I missed you.

DCLeader: Need to pad your stats?

FkuNowHaHa: You know, I think about you a lot.

Bo was creeped – the idea of some guy thinking about killing him was more than weird, it was disturbing. Bo set the keyboard aside and closed the chat box.

FkuNowHaHa: Wanna have sex with me?

He ignored the question.

FkuNowHaHa: Come on. I wanna have sex with you.

Two minutes until the start of the match and this maniac was coming onto him? Bo nabbed the keyboard to end the assault.
 

DCLeader: Dude, I'm a guy.

FkuNowHaHa: I know. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now.

Bo nearly puked, drowning the urge with an extra large swallow of his Diet Pepsi.
 

DCLeader: Sorry. I don't do guys.

FkuNowHaHa: What makes you think I'm a guy?

Bo knew a few girls who played, none were good. Plus he wouldn't fuck a single one, even if he were drunk and throbbing.
 

DCLeader: Prove it.

FkuNowHaHa: Kill me once and I will.

Before he could answer, the match started. Bo stared at his screen for almost a minute, dumbfounded. It was put up or shut up, and he was going to see FNH make good on the deal.
 

Bo played the best game of his life. He didn't just kill FNH once. He fucking destroyed him, it – her.

The Dead Cowboys won with a blood bath, advancing to the quarter finals. For Bo, the victory went much deeper. He finally proved to himself that he could handle the player known as FkuNowHaHa.
 

Curiosity swallowed him as he waited for FkuNowHaHa to make good on her word.

FkuNowHaHa: Ready?

DCLeader: Yup.

Bo was starving for truth. Not so much as her offer to have sex with him. He just wanted to know. To Bo, the moral victory would last him a lifetime. His console chimed and a video-conferencing box popped onto his flat-screen. He drew a deep breath and accepted.

“Hiya DC,” said one of the most stunning young women Bo had ever seen, smiling at him from her side of the webcam.

FNH had long blonde hair, pulled into a tight ponytail. Her bright emerald eyes were the end of a yellow brick road. Bo sat speechless, staring.

FNH stood, then slowly twirled several times. Bo couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that she truly was a girl, and far hotter than he had any right to expect. How could she not be geeky, pimply, chubby and fugly, with bottle-caps and braces and bad breath he could practically smell through the screen?
 

She modeled for Bo while waiting for him to haul his tongue from the floor and finally say something. Though his camera wasn’t on, Bo’s silence said it all.

“You there?” she said, bringing her face close to the camera.

“Ummm, yeah,” he squeaked, covering his mic and clearing his throat. “Hi, FNH.”

“Name’s April,” she said with a wide smile and a light wave. “So what do you think?”

“You’re a girl!” Bo blurted, still stunned.

“Told you,” she said, blowing him a kiss. “And I want to fuck your brains out!”

Her words passed went through his ears and down to his cock. Bo felt his dick start to throb in his jeans, liking what he heard and loving what he saw.

“Really?” he said, still in disbelief.

“Don’t believe me?” she said, then lightly moaned.

In the moment before Bo answered, April stripped from her shirt and shorts to nothing but a pair of panties. Her petite body was nearly perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were slightly more than a handful, crowned with pink, hard nipples. Her skin was milky white – a stark contrast to her deep crimson panties.

“Wow,” was all Bo could whisper, as he massaged his pipe hard cock through his jeans.

As quickly as she stripped, April was dressed again, reclining on her bed with
fuck me now
on her face. After scribbling her address, Bo was gone. Moral victory, his ass! She may have fucked him in the past, but he was going to fuck her sideways today.

Bo waited impatiently outside her apartment door. He kept glancing side to side, making sure no one was around as he squeezed and rubbed his hard-on in front or her door. His mouth watered as he imagined the hotbox beneath those fire red panties.
 

Shaved?
 

Trimmed?
 

Just a landing strip?
 

April didn’t strike him as the “all natural bush” type of gal, but he’d happily take her juicy slice however it was groomed.

Bo knocked again and waited. The deadbolt clicked loudly and the door opened to a thin slit. He waited, then timidly pushed the door, then stepped inside and looked around the plainly decorated apartment.

There was no sign of April, or anyone, anywhere.

“April?” he called.

“In here!” she yelled from somewhere toward the back of a short corridor.

Bo explored the small apartment. There wasn’t much to it but a living area, a tiny hallway with a restroom, and a partially closed door at the hallway’s end. Bo smiled, then headed for the door.
 

He slowly opened the door, and there she was.

April was lying on her side, her head propped up from the bed by a slender, pale arm. In the time it took Bo to drive to her apartment she had primped herself to perfection. Her hair was curled and neatly fixed, and Bo could see the outline of her panties and bra through her crimson lace robe.

“So what do I call you?” she teased. “DC?”

“Bo,” he stammered, staring.

“Bo,” she repeated with a soft moan.

April rolled onto her back, arching her spine as her hands grazed her hips and stomach before grabbing and squeezing her beautiful tits. She looked at Bo from the corners of her eyes and smiled.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this?” she said.
 

Bo shook his head. He had never been the shy sort, but was still a bit leery of this mystery woman.

“A year!” she huffed as she sat in her bed.

 
April rose to her feet and sauntered slowly toward him, hips swaying on the way as her eyes held their mischievous gleam. She stopped just inches from Bo, then leaned in and whispered, “Can you imagine a full year? That’s how long it’s been since I saw you in the tournament finals.”

She pulled back, smiling, tugging at the edge of his shirt, then lifting it over his head. Bo groaned. He couldn’t believe this was happening. April started nibbling on his toned shoulders. Bo was slim and fit. His shoulders weren’t especially broad, but they were strong and well toned. He looked like a swimmer, without the funny goggles and cap.

Her lips were soft like rose petals and Bo shivered with each kiss and fresh suckle to his skin. April shed her robe like a second skin, then pressed her body against his.

She treated his body like a sampler, working her lips along his neck and jaw, brushing slightly over his lips, and denying him the kiss he was so hungry for.
 

Bo closed his eyes and breathed through his nose.
 

She had his number, just like in their game online.

April’s lips lingered across the front of Bo’s chest as her hands roamed over his muscular back, fingers tracing the contour of his spine and sending long chills through his body. Her mouth brushed against his hard nipple, moving in a circle as she gently suckled. She was good, he had to admit. Bo’s pants were sweltering inside as his cock throbbed with life. He resisted the urge to simply lay her down and fuck her face off.

She traced her tongue to his other nipple as she unbuckled his pants, giving his hard bud a nip with a giggle. Bo groaned as he felt her hand slip inside of his pants and wrap around his raging hard-on, cooing at the size of the cock beneath her curled fingers.

“A year,” she whispered as she looked up from his chest with the innocence of a child and the eyes of a devil.
 

Bo kept his eyes closed and simply groaned as she squeezed his cock harder. She slowly kissed his flat stomach, unzipping his pants further and lowering them to his ankles. Bo kicked off his shoes and pants, then froze as he felt her mouth wrap around the length of his cock through his boxers.

“You’re killing me,” he moaned.

“Don’t I always?” she smiled, nuzzling her face into his crotch. Bo smiled at her reply. Indeed she did.

It wasn’t long before April had Bo’s boxers down and his cock stuffed inside her mouth. April may have been waiting a year, but Bo was still a decade’s worth of eager.

Bo moaned as April took him in warm and deep. Her tongue teased the head of his cock. His hands found her head and his fingers curled tightly into her hair.
 

April must have liked it because she started sucking, harder and deeper.

He had his head tilted back as he pumped his hips lightly against her face. Her slurping made him throb; each time he felt the tip of his rock-hard cock press against her throat, she relaxed to take more of him in. Bo started to breathe heavily through the best hummer of his life, wanting badly to cum but wanting it to last longer even more.
 

April’s fingers stroked his shaft as she bobbed her hungry mouth, gently fondling his balls with her other hand. Bo could feel fresh cum churning in his sack, ready to blast inside April’s overheated open mouth.
 

But he wasn’t ready. Despite his body’s screaming, Bo wanted more.

Seconds from explosion, April tightly grabbed the base of his cock, then pulled her mouth from his tip and shook her head.
 

She wasn’t ready for him to cum either.
 

After giving him a minute to cool, April took Bo by the hand, led him to her bed, dragged out her bean-shaped gaming chair and smiled.

Bo took the hint and sat, noting how comfortable the cushion was and thinking he should get one for himself. April pressed something on the chair’s side panel as music suddenly erupted from the built-in speakers.
 

April bounced and swayed and danced with seduction, her hips undulating as she brought her panty-covered pussy within inches of his face.

She grabbed the back of the chair and pulled.

The chair rocked ever so slightly forward until Bo found his face buried against the slick, wet fabric of April’s panties. She moaned, humping his face several times before dancing away.
 

Yes, she was killing him, and he couldn’t take anymore.

April continued to sway, pulling the bra from her body and dropping it to the floor, then cupping and squeezing her tits while teasing her nipples with her fingers.
 

Bo stared, open mouthed, absently stroking his cock and enjoying the show. April turned, shot him a sultry look over her shoulder, then hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly bent over and slid them down her long, shapely legs. Bo’s mouth started to water as he stared at her round supple ass and completely bare pussy. Her succulent cunt looked like a peach, and her lips were blushed red with arousal.
 

Bo imagined how hot and wet she would be when he finally sank his cock inside her.

He jerked his cock faster in anticipation as April slowly approached him.
 

She lowered her ass onto his lap, then grabbed his shaft and guided his engorged cockhead toward her slit, rubbing it against her as it got there. April was bent forward, just enough to give him a perfect view of his throbbing mushroom as it disappeared into the depths of her heat.

Her pussy was warm butter wrapping around his throbbing shaft. Juices leaked down his enraged cock and swollen balls. Bo groaned, roughly grabbing her hips as he pulled her down over his dick.
 

April whimpered at the sudden fullness inside her quivering cunt.

Bo groaned as he watched his cock disappear into her sloppy sluthole over and over as she bobbed her ass wildly on his lap.

 
In all of his young life, Bo could have never imagined he’d have the chance to fuck a hot piece of ass who knew how to hold a cock and a controller equally well.