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A few of weeks after I graduated high school my parents went out of town for a couple of nights. Naturally, I had a couple of my girlfriends over for a slumber party where we planned on hanging out and drinking but keeping it low key for the most part. That got boring pretty quickly so my friend invited her boyfriend Andrew and a couple of his friends over. Andrew had tried to kiss me before when we were all drunk, but I rejected him. Since then we didn’t get along but we were cordial for my friend. He was cocky and arrogant, but my friend “loved” him and had recently lost her virginity to him so I tolerated him for the time being.
Andrew’s arrogance stemmed from his annoyingly good looks. He knew he was attractive since he was a ripped athlete standing around six feet tall with black hair and piercing blue eyes. His friend, Zach, was cute but my eyes zoned in on Michael who was the tallest of the three. He had straight brown hair, dark brown eyes and had beautifully tanned skin.
I flirted heavily with Michael all night- brushing up against him, bending over in front of him, whatever I could to show my body off to him. I had worn my white jean shorts without any panties and a blue button-down, fitted shirt that my double D tits were bursting out of because of the pushup bra I was wearing. He finally seemed to catch on to my advances and he occasionally grabbed my ass every now and then when no one was looking.
“Could you be any more obvious?” Andrew snarled at me when we were getting more beers.
I laughed. ”Who said I didn’t want to be ‘obvious?’” And walked away. Why the fuck did he care? I’m getting fucked tonight and he couldn’t stop me from having fun.
I hadn’t been with anyone since Jeremy the year before and I wanted to fuck someone tonight. No, I NEEDED to fuck someone tonight. After we had played quite a few drinking games, we all felt sufficiently drunk and settled down to watch a movie. Andrew sat on one couch with his girlfriend and our other friend which left me on the smaller couch between Zach and Michael. After a few minutes, Michael slipped his hand up my thigh and in between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties so the cold pressure from the zipper seam against my clit made me moan and grab his hand to push it harder against me.
My breathing started getting quicker and heavier and when I looked at Michael next to me I could see Andrew watching us behind him on the other couch. I knew this should’ve made me stop, but it spurred me on more for some warped reason. I gave a little smile and started moving my hips against Michael’s hand harder pretending I didn’t see Andrew staring at us. I felt my pussy gush, I was so turned on at this point. I grabbed Michael and kissed him deeply. When we finally broke apart I turned my head and locked eyes with Andrew while I still ground my pussy against Michael who was unaware of our audience behind him.
Zach awkwardly cleared his throat and we took that as a sign to go upstairs for some privacy. As we walked by I could feel Andrew’s eyes burning into me and I loved it. Why did it turn me on that Andrew knew I was about to get railed? I was going to make sure he could hear how good the sex with Michael was.
As soon as we closed my bedroom door Michael and I were on each other. We started making out, his hands grabbing my tits not quite as hard as I’d like, while I reached for his belt and undid his pants, pulling them down. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled his boxers down, his stiff cock popped out and was eye level with me. It was much smaller in length and girth than Jeremy’s, probably 4 inches in length and not quite as wide as two of my fingers together. At first I was disappointed, but then I realized this could be in my favor since I had never given a blowjob before.
I leaned forward and licked the tip of his penis that had a drop of pre-cum leaking from it. It was saltier than I expected but not bad. Then I licked the base of his cock back up to the tip, wrapping my lips snuggly around the head, then bobbing down, taking his whole cock into my mouth. This wasn’t so bad, I thought, I didn’t even gag. I sucked, going up and down his length letting it pop out of my mouth after a few times. I occasionally stopped to lick from the base of his cock and swirl my tongue around the head. After a few minutes, Michael grabbed my arms standing me up. I stepped out of my shorts and undid my shirt, my bra quickly followed unceremoniously.
We climbed onto my bed and he got on top of me, pushing between my legs. His finger brushed against my soaking slit eliciting a moan from me. I was so glad I always kept my pussy shaved for times like this. Then I remembered I was supposed to be loud enough for Andrew to hear me getting fucked. I couldn’t wait for him to hear Michael and I fucking, knowing he will never know what I feel like. God, I hated him and loved torturing him this way. Michael moved his hand away from my pussy and stroked his cock some. I was expecting him to get me more ready with his fingers at the very least, but the next thing I felt was his cock push inside of me quickly. I gasped at the sudden invasion without having any foreplay.
He moaned, ”Oh, fuck,” and he started feverishly thrusting into me, grunting with every shallow plunge.
It felt intrusive, but not painful. At least I was somewhat wet before he slammed into me. The sex wasn’t doing anything for me but I couldn’t let Andrew know that. I started moaning loudly, encouraging Michael to fuck me harder.
“YES! OH, YES! FUCK ME HARDER!” I yelled, exaggerating my enthusiasm but hoping it was still believable.
Unfortunately for me, Michael suddenly thrust into me and stilled, opening his mouth panting and shaking. What? No. There was no way he came already, right? It had only been like two minutes of us actually fucking. He finally got off me and started getting dressed.
“You’re on the pill, right?” Michael asked.
“Um, no. But I’ll get a morning after pill.” I replied, really just wanting him gone at this point. I slid off my bed and put my shorts and a tank top on to walk him out. When we opened the door, Andrew was leaning against the guest bedroom door across from my room.
“Leaving so quickly?” Andrew asked with a smirk on his face.
He and Michael gave each other a high five and I glared at him while walking Michael downstairs where he and Zach met up and then left. Turning around, I glared again at Andrew who had followed us down there.
“What?! Where is everyone?” I questioned him angrily.
“They managed to sleep through your little show. Although, it seems like it wasn’t THAT hard to do…” Andrew replied, smirking.
Great. That’s embarrassing. He listened to us fuck. He knew it sucked. What if he thinks I’m the one that was bad at sex? Was I bad at sex? I mean, I didn’t know what I was doing… My plan to make him jealous backfired on me—big time. I sighed and I started cleaning up. Andrew grabbed some bottles and began helping me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I told him.
“I have nothing else to do,” he shrugged, ”I’m not really tired and they’ve been passed out for hours.”
We finished cleaning and I told him I was going to go to bed. He asked if he could sleep in my bed since he didn’t want to sleep on the couch. Part of me didn’t trust him, but we had a mutual dislike for each other so nothing would happen… right? Against my better judgment, I relented and we went upstairs.
“You have to leave the door open,” I said walking into my room.
“What? Why?” he asked.
“Because that way I know you won’t try anything stupid,” I said to him with confidence.
He sauntered up to me and bent down to whisper in my ear, ”Like being watched has stopped you before..”
I gasped. He wasn’t wrong, but this was different. He was a creep for watching and surely being exposed like that would keep him from trying to kiss me again. He then agreed, opening it further before we got in bed. We turned on a movie and lay there making small talk. After a while he turned on his side and looked over at me and I could tell what he wanted. I couldn’t do that to my friend regardless how beautiful this guy was and how I had yet to cum that night and was still so horny. I told him, “We can’t cross this line. You know that.”
“I know,” he said blankly.
Almost instantly his lips were on mine. My god, this was the most powerful kiss I’d ever experienced. Granted it was only my third kiss, but I never wanted it to end. We were now facing each other and his hands went under my top. He roughly grabbed my double D tits, squeezing them painfully, making me moan against his mouth.
“You like it when I abuse these big tits of yours, slut, don’t you?” he growled in a low voice, then pinched and twisted my nipples.
I yelped and moaned from his torture, feeling my pussy pulsing in response too. My hands traveled down to his pants and he was already hard. I rubbed his cock through them a couple of times before I pulled them and his boxers down. When his cock flopped out, I gasped. Yes. He was about the same length as Jeremy, almost six inches long and thick enough that my hand barely fit around his base. I pumped his cock, twisting my wrist up and down.
“Get down there and suck my dick,” he commanded already pushing me down.
God, I hate this man. But I was hornier more than I was angry so I moved down between his legs and propped myself on my elbows so I was looking up at him while I swirled my tongue along the head of his cock, still stroking his length, licking the slit, spreading his pre-cum before I started sucking the head. His moan sounded pained as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the pillow, resting his hand on the back of my head. I licked down his shaft and I licked the vein under his cock back up to the tip, taking the head of his cock into my mouth and went down as far as I could which was only a couple of inches. I took in more and more until I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged and, instinctively, I tried to come back up for air but Andrew held my head down so I couldn’t do anything but either keep gagging or try and relax. Luckily, the latter worked for me and I tried to swallow taking him deeper, gagging even louder. I was spitting all over his cock at this point, making a mess. I had tears in my eyes and was so embarrassed by how sloppy I had to have looked choking and gagging on his cock. Andrew hissed and pulled my hair, jerking me off of him.
“You have to be fucking quiet or they will hear us. We can’t get caught—got it?” He snarled at me, jerking my head toward the door to remind me it was open. His piercing blue eyes could convince me to do anything at this moment. I shook my head.
“Yes,” I breathlessly answered, gazing up at him, one hand trying to clean the thick ropes of spit that dripped from my mouth to his cock and the other still stroked him up and down. His eyes turned predatory and he pushed my head back all the way down on his cock.
“Good. Now fucking choke on my dick again,” he demanded.
He started to thrust up into my mouth hard and quick, making me gag and spit even more. He then added his other hand to my hair, holding my head down so my nose was pressed against his stomach, his dick down my throat again. I couldn’t breathe and tried to swallow, my hands trying to push against his thighs so I could get some air. At the same time, I could feel my pussy pulsating and felt close to coming myself. How was I getting so turned on by this? I started moaning while trying to swallow his cock in my throat while also trying to take a breath.
“FUCKKKK!” Andrew hissed and I felt stream after stream of cum squirting down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow all of it as it continued to spurt down me. There was so much cum it spilled out of the corners of my mouth before I could swallow it all. Finally, he pulled my head off him and I gasped for air, both cum and spit stringing from my mouth and chin to his still hard cock and tears of mascara running down my cheeks from the gagging and face fuck I just experienced. I fucking loved it, too.
“What a good whore you are. Did you like swallowing all of my cum? There’s so much more where that came from. Now, get on your fucking back,” he ordered not giving me a chance to catch my breath.
I hated this man. He commanded me to do things instead of asking which pissed me off, but I was so turned on I’d let him boss me around for now. He settled down between my legs. I propped myself on my elbows to watch him as he leaned in and stopped just short of putting his mouth on my pussy.
“Did he cum in you?” Andrew asked staring at the cum leaking from me, clearly knowing the answer.
“Yes… Why?” I asked looking down at him.
“Because I was going to eat you out, but I’m just going to finger you now,” he replied. I guessed that made sense. Most guys wouldn’t want to eat someone else’s cum, I figured. I also had not been eaten out yet and that made me nervous too. I felt two thick fingers brush up and down my slit then push into me making me gasp, feeling more stretched now than I did from the “fuck” I had earlier.
“God damn, you’re still so tight,” Andrew hissed and he started pumping into me faster. He kept fucking me with one hand and pushed up with the other so he could latch onto my breast with his mouth. He sucked and bit my nipple making me moan and cry out. I clapped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t wake his girlfriend, my best friend. I whimpered and cried into my hand, watching the doorway as he fucked me harder with his hand and I felt my toes curl and this wave of warmth crash over me, gushing on his hand. I removed my hand from my mouth and lay there panting trying to recover when his mouth came crashing into mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I felt him pull his fingers from my vagina and he stopped kissing me and then shoved his cum soaked fingers into my mouth. The fingers he just fucked me with. The fingers I just came all over combining both mine and Michael’s cum.
“Suck,” he commanded.
I glared at him wanting to tell him to fuck off. I didn’t want to taste myself. I didn’t want to taste any pussy ever, including my own. But he kept pushing his fingers deeper into my mouth and so I bobbed my head up and down his fingers, sucking them like I had sucked his cock, actually enjoying the sweet and saltiness of the combined cum.
He finally pulled his fingers out when he felt I had sufficiently cleaned them and he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, positioning his cock at my entrance. With my knees pressed against my tits, he pushed the head of his cock into my entrance and then pulled it out before doing it again and again and again. I was so wet we could hear when he would slip in and out of me and I was certain I was getting more wet with him teasing me.
“Just fuck me, already!” I scowled at him, frustrated and annoyed I was wanting to fuck him in the first place.
Andrew chuckled, ”Hah. You have no idea what you just asked for.”
I cocked an eyebrow and replied, “I don’t think I asked a question. That was a statement. Now, fuck me.”
He smirked as he slid his cock up and down my drenched pussy, hitting my clit with his cock repeatedly. I was on the verge of coming and grabbed the sheets. “Oh my god, I’m going to cum,” I breathlessly cried out.
He pulled his cock away and right when I opened my mouth to protest he thrust inside of me. I yelped feeling as if I was being torn in two. This burned almost as much as when I had sex for the first time. He pulled back and slammed into me again still not quite able to get all the way in, stretching my pussy almost painfully. I grimaced as he pulled out one last time and slammed harder than before, I whimpered as he bottomed out, stilling for just a second before he started grinding against me.
“Fuck, I’ve never fucked such a tight, wet pussy before.” He groaned slowly closing his eyes.
And with that Andrew started fucking me, slamming into me with hard thrusts going impossibly deep with how we were positioned. I felt the familiar pain in the back of my vagina. He was hitting my cervix and it felt so deliciously wonderful and almost painful with him stretching me and continuously pounding into me. I couldn’t help but start to moan as I could feel my orgasm building.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, harder,” I challenged him. My hate for him and passion both rising in that moment. He sat back on his heels, pushing my legs harder against me so my ankles were almost by my ears. He started pounding into me so hard I knew he was destroying my pussy. I clasped my hand on my mouth again as I came, screaming, trying to watch the doorway to make sure we hadn’t woken anyone. My vagina gripped his cock as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.
“God damn it!” He hissed and pulled out of me.
Before I knew what he was doing he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up in the air. I pushed up on my hands and he pushed me back down between my shoulders so my head was down in the bed. Then he slammed into me, this time he was unhinged. Thank god my face was in the bedding because I screamed as he owned my pussy, his thrusts were sporadic and forceful, still just as deep as before hitting my cervix with each thrust.
“SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.” He said punctuated between each thrust. He pulled me up by my hair so was pressed against him. His other hand wandered down to my clit and started rubbing me furiously.
“You better cum on my cock again like the whore you are. Do it. CUM NOW.” He growled in my ear, letting go of my hair and shoving his fingers in my mouth.
“Ohhhmyyyygoddd!!” I cried around his hand, my pussy squeezing him so tightly and I felt my cum gush around his cock.
He kept pounding into me, his continuous thrusting pushed me forward so I grabbed the headboard to keep us from falling. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips pulling me back as he thrust forward, it felt like he was trying to breach my cervix with how deep he was going.
“Take all of my cum!” He roared. I felt his cock pulsing inside of me, cum spurting inside of me, leaking around his balls that were pressed deep against my pussy. He was shaking, grunting, and thrusting so hard the headboard would slam into the wall with each thrust. My god the noise we were making and neither of us cared.
He ground his hips into me making sure to fill me with every drop of cum he had. When he finally stopped grinding into me he stilled and we both collapsed, panting. I still hated him despite the amazing sex we just had. I looked at the doorway, somehow their door was still closed. They slept through our hedonistic, fuck fest. “You need to go sleep on the couch,” I told him. That idea was about an hour too late.
I rolled out of bed and started the shower and looked into the mirror. Who had I become? I let two guys cum in me in the same night. One guy I barely knew and the other was my best friend’s boyfriend that I just hate-fucked.
Andrew and I decided not to mention anything to anyone. That morning my friend asked me if Michael and I had a good night together. I told her not really. She laughed and said she didn’t believe me, that she could hear moaning and groaning from my room and the bed banging against the wall. After some time we went and got a morning after pill which I told her was because of Michael. Which wasn’t a lie, but if anyone had bred me that night, it would’ve been Andrew.
While I still dislike Andrew, that night he did give me a preview of things I never knew I would have enjoyed. I at least got to explore those interests with future partners.
