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This continues my other story, stories about my boyfriend (period). I intended to write this in my first story, but I got caught up in explaining the first time. In my opinion, that was enough of a story on its own.
I want to disclaim that I don’t intend to file anything against anybody. I’m not upset with anybody. I just want to be transparent with people, friends even, about my life. I also want to be transparent about my consent, and make it clear that I was never made to feel uncomfortable. Said occurrences were “enjoyable” to me, even though there are people who want to paint a story where I’m a victim (though I would go to jail also), because that is what furthers them and their agenda and so that is what they want you to believe. Finally, I want a certain person to see that I’ve always loved them and cared for them and I will always continue to do so.
Maybe it’s not too late for me to find this person and have kids with them still. (We’re angry. Ignore this sentence completely).
Ok, let’s get back to the drama.
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One day, my boyfriend ended up asking me if I would go to a party with him. I felt that this was a weird question. Like, why would I not? Why does he need my consent?
He was very hesitant, but he eventually ended up explaining himself a little better.
“So it’s just kind of going to be this lowkey type of party. It’ll be a few guys from the team. They all were looking forward to seeing you there. They didn’t want to make you feel weird. I said you’ll go, but if you don’t want to, I’m sure they’ll understand. No pressure. We can stay home and watch a movie instead.”
Honestly, the party never really crossed the line for me. I did not mind it. If I had known what I know now, (that people will continue to spit on my grave and curse the day of that party for years and years PAST MY LEGACY), I would have had second thoughts. That kind of party was an “up my sleeve” type of thing. I was very excited about it. I lost lots and lots of sleep the nights before that Friday evening just from being so excited.
To the party, I wore sneakers, jean shorts, a wifebeater, and a fancy hoodie type of jacket thing-y. I got there at about 8. Most people would be showing up later on, but obviously, I had to be there early.
My boyfriend was there before even myself. There were about 5 people who had shown up at 8. All of us had gathered around a kitchen table. We were chatting and doing shots. The house that we had come to for the party was pretty big. It was an older home, likely built originally somewhere between the 1920s and the 1950s. The home had a huge backyard and was mostly surrounded by forest.
Eventually, during that kitchen counter conversation, I took my hoodie off. Shortly after that, my tank top was off as well. Eventually, my boyfriend and I left the group in the kitchen and went to hang out on the couch.
We made out a little. As we kissed, my boyfriend began to unzip my shorts and started fingering me. I’m sure that he could tell that I was soaked and intoxicated at that point. Throughout the makeout process, my bra and my shorts were taken off. Suddenly, my boyfriend stopped making out with me.
“Wait here, okay? I want to do something. I’ll be right back. Don’t take your panties off though, or people will think you’re a slut. Just wait here like this.”
“I won’t,” I replied, kissing him lightly before he left.
He came back 10 minutes later. He and his best friend, Charlie. He had a Sharpie in his hand.
Charlie yanked my underwear down.
“Open your legs so we can see your pussy.”
I did. I’m sure that both of them could probably see pre-cum drizzling out. My boyfriend opened the Sharpie and started to write something.
“Here, you can have your panties back,” Charlie said as he pulled them back up.
I looked down. They had drawn a small arrow pointing to my pussy, and then in all capital letters wrote “cumdumpster” on me. You could see the writing even when my underwear was on.
My boyfriend explained, “Okay, so here are the rules. You’re going to sit here on this couch. You aren’t going to get off of it. You’re not going to talk to anyone. If anyone goes up to you on this couch, you know what to do. Is everything understood?”
I nodded.
My boyfriend kissed me, “We’ll be back to check on you later. Everyone’s starting to play beer pong in the basement.”
I was alone for almost 30 minutes until a boy I’ve never really talked to, Teddy, came up to me.
“Hey, what are you doing in your underwear on the couch, my friends wanted me to ask?”
“My boyfriend said that if I didn’t wear my panties, people would say I’m a slut.”
“I don’t think that anyone would ever say that about you. What does that say right there?” He pointed to the Sharpied writing on my pussy.
Being much drunker than Teddy, I quickly pulled my underwear down to my ankles and spread my legs wide enough to show all of me.
Very quickly, he began to make out with me. He let his pants drop to his ankles and began to pound my pussy. He started gently enough, but quickly started to go faster and faster.
After about 5 minutes, he ended up calling his friends over. Most of the people were in the basement as I sat on my knees on the couch. Teddy and his friends took turns. One person would fuck me from the back, while one or two guys would stand in front of me, having their dick’s sucked.
When all was finished, Teddy helped me to lie down and get back into the same position that he found me in. “I almost forgot. Here’s your panties back.” He slipped my panties inside of my pussy. Just a small part still stuck out.
With that. I fell asleep.
Hours had passed when I woke up to my boyfriend’s voice.
“Why did you take your panties off?”
I tried to ignore him. He started to shake me.
“Why did you take your panties off?”
With my eyes shut, I replied, “I don’t know.”
“Valley, I need more than you telling me that you don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, every single person here is going to fuck you. Maybe you can tell me a reason why they shouldn’t?”
“I don’t know.” Psychology 101, always respond with repetitive, one-word answers. You’ll always get what you want that way. That’s the only way to put one’s dominance on full display.
I felt cock being put into my mouth. I felt myself being lifted and pulled a little, and then I felt a penis penetrating my pussy.
Refusing to open my eyes, I began to moan. When I did eventually open my eyes, I saw that there were about 20 guys around me. I had sex with them.
After, I curled up in what was now my little spot on the couch.
My boyfriend came up to me again. “Open your legs.”
He picked up a beer bottle off of the floor and started rubbing my pussy. “Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah, I had a lot of fun.”
My boyfriend then took the bottle and started to masturbate me with it. It kind of hurt, being masturbated with the bottle, but I moaned to cover up how much it hurt, so as not to upset him.
He shoved the bottle as deep as he could. “You have a bottle now. This is your bottle. Okay?”
“This is my bottle now.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
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