April Fool’s Day Fuck: The Joke is on Who? ♕

April Fool’s Day was never my favorite holiday…

I ended up at a college bar. Everyone was blasted. There was a jock there, dressed super douchey, and he kept goosing all the girls up their skirts with his selfie sick. They would laugh and giggle, as girls do, but once he got to me, at the far end of the bar, I didn’t flinch. He stopped in his tracks. I took another swig of my beer. Gave him a wicked smile. “Go ahead,” I said, “do it again.” Happy April Fool’s Day” indeed.

He looked around. No one was paying attention, absorbed in a drunken rendition of “Zombie” by The Cranberries (which, I’ll have you know, has nothing to do with April Fool’s Day). He slid his selfie stick into my skirt again. I moaned with pleasure and he snapped back, a look of surprise on his face. I threw my head back and cackled. Three pints in, my little jerk jock was the one about to get fooled.

April Fool’s Day. Maybe this is my new favorite holiday?

A led him into a back room no one was using, one of those side rooms where people usually have tables reserved. He was small enough for me to hoist him up on one of the tables. Once I realized no one was paying attention to us, I pulled down his black loafers, out-flopped his thick little dick, and I made my mouth his cum bucket. He moaned with pleasure, keeping his pipe in his mouth as I sucked and tugged at his cock and balls. I’d never been with a jock before, much less gone down on one, but I guess April Fool’s Day is really the only day a girl has an excuse to fuck a loser jerk. Once I felt his pulse throbbing against my cheek, it was time to lead him to my G-spot.

He fucked me like a locomotive, thrusting into me with every bit of his little muscular body, grunting at me like a sweaty quarterback hunk. I don’t know how, but he went right to my G Spot. Maybe it was the curve of his dick. Either way, I came unexpectedly. “Ohhh fuck!” I shouted as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He pulled out and jerked off all over me, spraying me with his cum as I smacked my clit and squirted all over him. This April Fool’s Day was turning out to be more eventful than I ever thought starting out.

As I lay, there, the luckiest girl in the world on April Fool’s Day.

My lover climbed onto me, smearing our juices together against both our torsos, then pinched my nipple hard with a wicked grin. “Owww!!” I screamed, my immunity to pain gone now that my orgasm was over, “what the fuck did you do that for?”

“Because,” the man said, pulling his pants up and straightening up his ugly jock Hawaiian shirt. “you didn’t say April Fools!”