“Why him?” I asked as she crawled into bed. She pushed the blanket down before rolling over and looking at me. I stared back, her naked body starting to shiver in the cold room.
“Because you’ve been nice to me for too long.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means,” she said, reaching between her legs with one hand and mine with the other, “that you haven’t hurt me in a long time. You haven’t held me down, you haven’t slapped me, and you haven’t called me horrible things while you fucked me in way too long.”
“You’re trying to make me angry,” I whispered, pushing her hand away from my cock. It wasn’t so much that I hated him as it was that he treated her like shit. He was obnoxious, rude, and arrogant. And she had gone back to him just to piss me off.
“He made me come,” she said, rolling to her back and ignoring me. “He laughed when I showed up and told me that he knew I’d come back when I got tired of nice. He said he knew I was a little slut who would always come back for his cock.”
“It’s not going to work,” I said, trying to ignore her words. Real anger had no place in our sex life and I wasn’t going to have it. We can pretend all night long, but I was not going to fuck her out of hate.
Of course, we hadn’t pretended in months. Maybe longer.
“I might do it again tomorrow,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster. “He said he wanted my ass for lunch. He said he’d come down to my office, and he’d fuck me in the conference room without anyone knowing.”
“Fuck you,” I said, reaching down and finding myself hard in spite of everything.
“He’s so fucking good. I don’t even like him, but god can he fuck me.”
And then I was on her, with her hands pinned above her head like we had just met. My cock was pressed against her soaking wet cunt and she was smiling at me like she had won. But I didn’t care.
“You fucking whore,” I growled, forcing her legs open so wide she cried out. “You’re not going to fuck him ever again, no matter what you want.”
“I promised him tomorrow,” she said, shaking her head and sticking out her tongue. “He’s gonna take my ass because you’re too lazy to fuck me right.”
I slapped her twice before finally pushing into her wet pussy. And then I was on her, slamming into her as I hit her again and again as she laughed and spat, telling me I would never be meaner than she could take. I rolled her onto her stomach a second later and slid back inside her even as I pushed her face into the pillow.
“Sluts don’t need to talk,” I said, wrapping my arm around her throat as I fucked her harder and faster. “You just need to lie there and be used. You’re just a fucking cunt for me to come in.”
She moaned and pushed back onto me, but her gasps lacked any clarity even as my vision blurred. Her once cold body was covered in sweat and I forgot every good thing I had ever known. I was angry, I was afraid, and I was done with being nice even if it wouldn’t last. But the harder I fucked her, the tighter I squeezed her, and the rougher my hands were, the louder she moaned. Pushing her head into the pillow to silence her I shut out everything else and focused on just one thing. I was going to fuck her until I came.
“You’re mine, do you understand?” I groaned again. “Your cunt is mine and your ass is mine, and no one gets to fuck you without my permission. I’m gonna come in this filthy pussy and you’re going to beg me to forgive you.”
“Yes,” she cried out, as she began to clench around my cock. I somehow managed to work two fingers up her ass as we fucked, and all she could do was scream and shake as she came around me.
I followed close behind her, filling her cunt again and again even as I held her to the bed. My mind was empty, my body exhausted, and still, I thrust into her, wanting to hurt her and love her all at the same time. And in the final moment, in the last second, before my body was given back to me, every word and every ounce of anger was true and real and I had not a single regret.
“You’re mine,” I mumbled one last time as I collapsed onto her back, my cock still pulsing within her as I untangled my arm from her throat. I kissed her neck and her hair, but I didn’t move as I wrapped my arms around her. She knew me better than I did, and maybe that was love and maybe it was something else. But maybe that didn’t matter.
“You’re mine,” I said one more time.
“I know,” she said quietly. “I know.”
“Just remember it’s not a competition,” she said, standing up and embracing him. He hugged her back, and they pecked each other on the lips before he vanished into the house to fetch a new bottle of wine. Susanna sat back down again and let her hand fall between her legs. Luckily she had not gotten excited enough for it to show through her thin dress, but her heart was still beating quickly and she felt more alive than only an hour before. And if Nicholas was going to make an effort, then she supposed she could as well. After all, what was the point of being on vacation if not to let go?
“Well then,” he said, sitting back down with an open bottle of Pinot Noir. “Which one of us should go first? Should we toss a coin for it?”
“No, I’ll go because I was the one being a brat about it, and you know me better than I do myself. I’m sorry about all of it. I suppose I didn’t realize how much pressure I’ve been under. All that I’ve been able to think about these past weeks has been arriving here, and now that I’m here I’m just looking for something to make it feel real.”
“And did you find that on the boardwalk?” Nicholas asked with a grin. He moved his chair closer to hers, and reached out and took her hand. His smile was familiar and welcoming. With just one look Susanna knew she could tell him anything in the world and he would love her all the more for it.
“It was a start,” she said leaning in closer. “Mostly it was full of teenagers in skimpy swimwear and old timers out for their constitutionals.”
“Well, a rather handsome man did seem to find me somewhat quickly as soon as I sat down. He owns one of the restaurants in town, although come to think of it, I never did get its name. Anyway, he offered to take me for a short walk, and I have to say I did underestimate him at first. Once I told him I was married, I thought he might back off, at least to a respectable distance, but instead, it seemed to fuel him all the more.”
“I can hardly imagine. And where, pray tell, did he take you?” Nicholas did love hearing her stories, and while it was true that they had not had sex in more than two weeks, they always found themselves more amorous after discovering someone new. While he felt some jealousy, it also stirred in him a sudden and nearly uncontrollable desire for his wife.
“Would you believe he has a small cottage just a block from the beach?”
“Well, that does sound like he was direct!”
“It wasn’t all that, to be honest. We sat on his porch for a few moments, and I suppose I let him kiss me.”
“Just a kiss, my dear?” Nicholas asked.
“Well, since I was so stubborn and refused to admit that you might be correct, not all that much was on the table. Why is it you know me so well?”
“You can’t stop there!” Her husband exclaimed. Susanna had a tendency to toy with him and he found that his imagination was often far more extravagant than the troubles she usually got into.
“We kissed on his porch as I said, and he did manage to get a hand under my dress.”
Susanna got up and slid over to her husband’s lap before continuing her story.
“He was quite talented with his fingers,” she whispered as she touched his cheek. “He parted my thighs and kissed me right there on his porch where anyone could see us, and I nearly came. In less than a minute he had pulled himself from his trousers and placed my hand on his erection. It was difficult to focus, but I managed to toy with him through our kisses and his finger work.”
“There’s my girl,” Nicholas said, sliding his hand beneath her dress, up her thigh, and then against her warm sex. She wore nothing under the thin cotton and he parted her lips with a practiced familiarity.
“All the while he kept whispering in my ear about how he wanted me. He told me he would take me right there by the street, and he would make me scream until the neighbors complained. He said he wanted to fuck me a hundred times, and when I dropped to my knees, I suspect both of us were close to finishing.”
“And did he?” Nicholas asked, touching her with more and more force and attention. “Did you let him fuck you right there? Did you let him have his way with you?”
“I wanted to,” she moaned, as her husband worked his fingers inside her. “I wanted to so badly, but I was stubborn and had told you I wouldn’t, so instead I took him into my mouth as I touched myself. Please don’t stop.”
“Did you tell him?” he asked, his fingers moving up to her clitoris. “Did you tell him you wanted him too? Did you tell him you wanted to fuck him but you promised your husband that you wouldn’t?”
“Yes,” she moaned, kissing his neck and his ear as she writhed on his lap, his other hand now on her neck as he held her tightly. “I told him I wanted him inside me. I told him I wanted to fuck him, but I couldn’t. Not yet.”
“And did that make him come, my dear? Did your words make him come.”
“It was my mouth,” Susanna moaned, feeling herself so close to letting go it nearly drove her insane. “I sucked him into my throat and ran my hand up and down his length. He was so thick and so hard that it was all I could do to resist. Finally, I moved up and down so quickly that he called out, and before I could do anything at all, he was coming in my mouth until I nearly gagged from it.”
“Such a good girl,” Nicholas exclaimed, squeezing her harder as he continued touching her. He could tell she was close, but she needed just one more push. “When will you do it?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, as she clenched around his fingers.
“Tell me when you’ll give in. I want you to decide right now. To make a plan for it. I want you to tell me right this moment when you’ll go back to his house, crawl onto his lap and take his cock inside you until you come. Tell me now!”
“In the morning,” she moaned. Nicholas let up on her throat just enough for her to gasp for air, but his fingers never stopped. “I’ll fuck him tomorrow. I told him to meet me on the beach.”
Susanna began to clench and tremble, but no matter how hard she tried, it was nearly a shadow of what it should have been. It felt good, there was no doubt of that, but it failed to push her over the edge and into bliss. But all the same, by the time he removed his hand from between her legs, Susanna felt at least some of the renewal she had been missing. She collapsed against him, feeling him harden beneath her. She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him on the mouth letting him taste her lips and her tongue. He kissed her back, pulling her tongue into his mouth, before finally releasing her with a smile. Both of them sat back, relief finally beginning to fill their bodies.
“Now,” she said, tapping him on the chest. “It’s your turn.”
I’ve been wanting to sell books by hand, and possibly set up a pop-up dirty bookstore somewhere and I think I’ve figured it out. At least part of it.
I found an old suitcase and it works just right. I’ll fill it with dirty books, make a sign (Dirty Books: $5-$10) and then find some bars or park where I can sit and shill my smut. At least that’s the plan.
I’ll let you know if I find a location!
As luck would have it, Rob did not have to work all evening. As much fun as he had with that dude’s wife, and as hot as it was around the pool, he was ready to get the hell out of there and have some real sex.
So, he passed the bar over to the new guy, told him to watch out for the black girl with the white husband who likes to fuck bartenders, and he was gone. It was a good start to Pill Day, but there was so much more out there, and he was gonna get it.
His buddy had invited him to a private event outside his giant mansion on the beach where they had set up three cabanas, two bars, a whole bunch of couches, and more things to fuck on that he could count. Decadent didn’t even start to describe it, and so Rob didn’t even try. By the time he arrived, it was already going full blast.
“Hey, I know you,” a girl said, walking up to him as he stepped up onto the wooden deck. “You work at the hotel bar, right? You fucked that married guy’s wife.”
“Oh hey, you saw that, huh?”
“I had a good view from my room.”
“Wait, are you the girl that started it? The girl the husband banged to piss off the wife, so she banged us? I should probably buy you a drink.”
“Hey, it was my pleasure. Okay, probably it was his, but still, I didn’t mind. I kinda have a thing for married guys, and I got him to fuck my ass ‘cause his wife has never let him.”
“That’s hilarious,” Rob said. “Because I got to come inside her, ’cause she’s never let him do that either! Jesus, they’re a weird couple, but whatever. This party looks far better. I’ve had a hard-on ever since the pool.”
“I’ve been here for an hour, and I haven’t fucked anybody. I guess I’ve just been chilling with my friends, but I feel like I’m wasting my time.”
All around them people were drinking, dancing, and fucking like it was going out of style. Behind them, on a couch, a girl was going back and forth sucking off two guys at the same time, and next to her two girls were sixty-nining while people cheered. Everyone was either buck naked or close to it, and Rob had never seen anything like it. South Beach was crazy on a slow day, but this was something else entirely. Whatever the hell was in that pill, it did a whole lot more than clean you up.
“Well, why don’t we change that?” He said, stepping closer to the little blonde. She was only wearing a tiny pair of bikini bottoms, and after seeing her up on the balcony, he already knew he wanted her.
“I need something a more intense than just sex,” she said, leaning up and kissing him as she rubbed her hands up and down his strong arms.
“What did you have in mind?” he said, picking her up easily and holding her as she wrapped her legs around him.
“Something rough and mean,” she said, biting his neck.
“I can be mean,” he said, tossing her down onto a couch. “And rough.”
Rob pulled her to him with one swift yank on her ankle before tearing her bikini bottoms off. He spread her legs as he reached down to his shorts, and she gasped when he pulled it out.
“Will you slap me?” She asked, sitting up as he moved between her legs. “And choke me?”
“Whatever you want, you little slut,” he said, slapping her face gently.
“That didn’t count,” she whispered, grabbing his cock with both hands and holding it right against her open pussy. “If you don’t hit me harder, I might not let you put this monster inside me.”
“You little bitch,” he growled, hitting her again, this time hard enough for it to sting and turn her face bright red.
“Better,” she moaned, rubbing him against her wet lips. “Do it again. Harder.”
Rob pushed her down onto the couch and forced her legs open wide. He slapped her three more times, switching hands as he hovered above her, never entering her as she screamed out with each sting.
“Oh god, that’s good. Now fuck me,” she moaned, trying to push down onto him. “Please!”
“I don’t know, girl, I kind of like you begging,” he said, pulling back and hitting her again. “How do you like being teased? Maybe I won’t fuck you if you don’t beg louder.”
“Please do it!” She screamed, biting her lip as tears began to stream down her face. “Please fuck me; I need it so badly. I’ve only fucked two guys today, come on!”
Rob slid up and down between the lips of her pussy until his cock was soaking wet, and only then did he put it in, feeling her envelop him fully until his balls slapped against her ass. He started to move quickly, pounding into the blonde over and over again as he pinned her arms above her head and put his other hand around her throat…
The sheets were terrible and there was no open window with a breeze flowing in. There was a half empty bottle of beer next to the bed full of cigarette butts and in the other room, someone was listening to Dolly Parton too loudly. The walls were covered in posters, and the closest thing to art was the fake Chanel purse on the floor.
We hadn’t been drinking martinis. We were wasted on tequila from the bottle with chasers of Schaefer beer. We were drunk, classy, and mostly naked.
She blew me until she nearly threw up, and I spent more time licking her thigh than anything else. Our sixty-nine was desperate and awkward and it felt more like a requirement than a good idea.
“Just fuck me,” she said as we turned around on the bed. I was still wearing boxers and socks, and her jeans were around her ankles. She had giant hoop earrings that were tangled in her hair, and her lipstick was smeared across her face. Presumably my cock too, but I didn’t look.
I tried to tear her jeans off, but I finally gave up and lifted her legs together in front of me. I pushed inside her and she made a sound that was more surprise than ecstasy. I asked if she was okay and she told me not to stop. I slipped out three times as I tried to hold her up, and it was she who managed to pull her jeans off one leg at a time.
By the time her thighs were open and I was moving rhythmically between them, someone pushed the door open with a loud yell followed by a half-hearted apology.
“I think that was my boyfriend’s brother,” she said. “Shit.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” I said.
“Well, don’t fucking stop. It’s too late now anyway.”
I fucked harder, and nothing was going to last long. I tried to remember her name as I leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled my head into her neck rather than to her lips. I grunted as I got closer, and she pulled me into her with two hands on my ass.
“Come on my tits or something, okay? I don’t want it inside me.”
It was all I could do to balance myself, but I pulled out and sat up as quickly as I could. The first bit landed on her stomach before shooting up her body and into her tangle of hair. I hit her chin and her neck. I hit everything but her tits, and she screamed at me as she pushed me off onto the floor.
I looked down at my cock sticking out from my boxers, and I watched it get soft as she wiped herself off with my tee shirt. I found my jeans in a corner and pulled them on as she fixed her makeup in the mirror.
“Are you in trouble?” I asked.
“He’s an asshole,” was all she said.
“I’m sorry about the hair,” I managed.
“Whatever. It’s better than getting pregnant.”
As she turned and walked out the door I found myself staring at her ass.
Seven and a half minutes into the sex she became theatrical.
It was a somewhat subtle shift, and since we had just met I wasn’t necessarily the best judge, but the second I started to doubt myself she made it even clearer.
“You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend,” she moaned looking right at me with a bit of a snarl. I nipped her chin and nose before thrusting back inside her, letting my curiosity build. Possibly it was something that simply turned her on, maybe a kink that made everything hotter, but I couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that she wasn’t actually talking to me.
“You like getting fucked like this?” I asked, deciding to play along as best I could. “You like my big cock filling you up?”
She moaned and groaned and pleaded yes over and over again as I leaned down once more to find a better angle. As I brushed her hair behind one ear before wrapping my hand gently around her throat, I saw it: her phone was just beneath the pillow and it was on. Someone named Mark was listening.
“Oh fuck, choke me harder. I want you to use me. Please, don’t stop,” she cried, and I gave in entirely. I didn’t care if it was a game any more.
“You are such a little slut,” I said, squeezing her tighter before slapping her just hard enough to elicit a cry.
“Again,” she begged. “Please hit me again. I’ve been such a whore.”
We grew rougher and harder as the minutes went by, and for a moment I thought the game was over. I was close to coming, she had already made epic noises indicating that she had, and our fury had reached a peak that would be hard to surpass. But then she touched my cheek and put a hand on one shoulder.
“Stop for a minute,” she whispered. “Here, let me take this off.”
She pulled the condom off me as I hovered above her rising chest, my cock hard between her legs. With one hand she rubbed me against the lips of her cunt and let out a sound somewhere between ecstasy and terror.
“Just for a second,” she pleaded. “I just want to feel your skin against mine. Just like that, just let me feel your bare cock against my cunt. It feels so much better.”
“You want it, don’t you?” I asked, teasing her as I opened her with fingers, my cock dangerously close. “You want me to fuck you just like this.”
“Oh god,” she sighed, her head turned on the pillow. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Just put it in for a second. Just a little. Please, don’t make me beg.”
“Like that?” I asked. “You want just some of it inside you?”
“Yes!” she cried as her moans turned to incoherent begging and pleading.
“If I don’t stop, I’m going to come soon,” I teased again, wondering how far it would go. How far she would go. Wondering what he wanted to hear, but suspecting I knew the answer at least as well as she did.
“I don’t care,” she finally said. “Please, just fuck me. Just like that. I want all of it inside me. Please, let me feel your bare cock.”
And then we were fucking again, skin against skin, as she cried into the hidden phone. She was impossibly wet around me and between her words and her clenching muscles the end was close.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned, pinning her down with my hands as I pistoned in and out of her.
“Inside me,” she begged. “Please, let me feel it inside me.”
There was no holding back as I thrust deeply within her, groaning out my own release, letting there be no doubt about what was happening. I called her names, teased her for begging, and came harder than I had in days.
She held me tightly, her legs wrapped around me as she sighed softly into my shoulder, her fingers between our bodies, gently rubbing her clit and her soaking wet cunt.
“That was perfect,” she said, reaching over and ending the call.
“Do you think he liked it?” I asked her, lying down against her sweaty body and kissing her once more.
“He’ll be hard for weeks,” she sighed, kissing me back and showing no signs of stopping.
I remember in college a random dude on my hall saying something like, “No one has ever actually had a threesome. People just talk about it.” And I’m sure I sounded like an asshole telling him I had probably had five or six? It was hard to count but they were fun and pretty easy and one of my favorite things when it comes to sex.
And he looked at me like I was crazy and I didn’t know what to say because trying to prove a claim like that would just make it worse.
But that night I went upstairs to see the girl I was fucking (she insisted we weren’t dating for the six months we hung out) and she had a friend over. So we got drunk on bad wine and looked out the window at the quad as we lolled about on the couch until I told them about my conversation. And that was really all it took.
He started kissing her neck and she just looked at me and shrugged. So I kissed the other side of her neck as she fell into the couch pillows between us. He pulled off her shirt, I pulled off his shirt, and we must have just kissed for an hour. Sure there were hands on bodies, and some serious grinding going on, but it took a long time before he knelt on the floor between us and began moving back and forth between sucking my dick and eating her pussy.
She laughed and held my hand as we watched him and it was funny and ridiculous and amazing all at the same time. When he finally climbed back onto the couch with his cock in his hand and an eager smile that let us know he thought a reward was due, I simply positioned myself behind her as she sucked his cock and we fucked like we usually do. I leaned over her so I could watch, because what’s the point of a threesome if you don’t get a close-up view of your girlfriend sucking a beautiful cock? And course what’s the point of having a beautiful cock in your face if you don’t get to suck it too and my god the expression on her face as she watched me lick him from tip to balls while I somehow managed not to slip out of her.
I came pretty darn quickly after that, because…well because it was fucking hot. And then she lay down on her back with her head on my lap as he moved between her legs, tasting her one more time before sliding a condom on and then fucking her slowly for the next hour. They kissed and I tousled his hair, but he moved inside her as she begged for it harder, and it felt so normal I almost forgot what they were doing.
She managed to make herself come through some deft finger work and demanding he lift her hips up and hit her in just the right spot with his beautiful cock. She clenched around him and stopped laughing as she came, her other hand gripping mine the whole time. I kissed her eyes and brushed her hair back and she kept on coming, which finally pushed him over the edge too. If I remember right, he did the old pull out, throw the condom somewhere quick, and then come all over her stomach and breasts.
And it was sweet and hot and fun and easy and as we lay there covered in sweat and some come and maybe a bruise or two, I realized that maybe I loved her even if I wasn’t supposed to say it. Not because she fucked her old friend, but because there wasn’t a single moment of fear or doubt all evening, and if that isn’t grace then I don’t know what is.
The next morning the dude on my floor walked by me with some friends and yelled at me from halfway across the lawn, “have any good threesomes lately?”
And I gave him the finger and smiled and there wasn’t anything that needed to be said after that.
Sometimes people have threesomes, and sometimes they’re easy as pie and more fun than a bathtub of puppies. And my god, could those two fuck.
This is my awe shucks look.
Yesterday I went on an epic push to sell as many copies of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral as possible and you all pulled through and made my day, selling more copies in one day than ever before.
By the time I went to sleep, DBI was ranked #8,964 out of every book on Amazon which is crazy. And it was #4 for Bisexual Erotica in both print and e-book format.
At the end of the day, you bought around 40 Kindle copies, 10 print copies, and 5 from iBooks. Which made me about $150 for the day. It’s nutty how the math works, but it was pretty darn exciting to watch it rise all day long thanks to you beautiful people.
So, thanks for bearing with me, thanks for buying the book, thanks for sharing my dirty photos and stories, and thanks for being all around wonderful, generous, and kind.
We went directly from the sidewalk to the shower.
I didn’t even watch her undress as we fumbled with our clothes in her bathroom, but when the warm water finally penetrated our bodies I had my arms around her. The freckles on her shoulder made constellations that distracted me for a total of three seconds before I felt myself harden between the perfect cheeks of her ass.
She turned around and kissed me before I could say a thing.
“I’ve never seen you naked before,” she said when we finally took a breath. The truth was that we had fucked before, but never alone. We had fucked at parties and in bathrooms. We had fucked on the back patio of a certain bar and we had fucked in a taxi, but never once did we loose all our clothes.
We both stepped back and took each other in. My eyes moved over her soft curves and she giggled as the water splashed off my head and onto her chest. When we stepped forward again our hands reached out and we touched the parts we had ignored. I touched her hip and ran my fingers along her side to the small of her back.
She put both hands on my chest and then slid one to my shoulder and down my arm. Our eyes followed as we touched lightly, and after that, it was lips and kisses that found all the bends and curves that we never noticed in the dark. I kissed her neck and space between her breasts; I kissed her elbow and rubbed the back of her legs as I pulled her to me.
She ran her fingers over my hip bone and pressed hard against me to see what moved and what didn’t. It wasn’t until our mouths found one another again that our hands returned to the familiar. She was warm and wet as I slid fingers inside her and she guided me to her with all the ease that came with too many drunken nights.
I pushed her against the cold wall, and she screamed as I thrust into her. She tasted like soap and water and everything dripped down our bodies as we steadied ourselves.
“Can we keep the light on tonight?” she asked as I lifted her up and filled her again.
“We can leave it on all night if it means I get to kiss your stomach and scratch your thighs.”
Neither of us lasted long in the hot water, but it didn’t matter. It was the beginning of something we hadn’t done before and it felt wonderful. As I scrunched up my face and held her tightly I felt so content that I nearly laughed as I came. She kissed the water off my nose and clenched around me with a smile I could have seen in the dark.
Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.
“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”
“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.
“She’s always serious,” I answered.
When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.
He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.
Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.
“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”
All I could do was give a nod in response.
Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.
Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.
“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”
I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.
It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.
His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.
“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”
“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.
She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.
“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”
It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”