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…”
(From Disgusting Beautiful Immoral, the dirtiest book in the world.)