Sticking my dick in crazy… Kelly, the girl who stabbed me. Pt. 1 [FM][Rough][Cheating]

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Earlier in the day, I’d broken up with my girlfriend. This wasn’t uncommon, as the relationship had been faltering for months. When I came home, my roommate convinced me to tag along to the beach with he and his girlfriend. I used the “third wheel” argument and they invited a “friend for me.”

Jason’s girlfriend had a friend who was described to me as, “having a great personality.” Owing to the drama of the previous days, I could use a bit of an escape. The friend wasn’t really a factor. I was going to hang on the beach, smoke weed, feel sorry for myself, and leave them all to their devices. I agreed, then left to get beer and other supplies.

When I returned, Jason and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch and introduced me to Kelly, who quickly jumped off the love seat and hugged me, lingering a little longer than I’d expect for someone who I’d met approximately four seconds prior.

“A great personality” was not the first thing I noticed about Kelly, though in the early minutes of interaction, that seemed apparent. I was a young man in a dark place, so I noticed her large tits busting out of a button down shirt. The best way I could describe her look would be, “if 2002 Avril Lavigne were going for the stereotypical slutty schoolgirl look, and had just started working out after gaining freshman weight.”

The drive to the beach was filled with teasing jabs from Jason and his repellant girlfriend about how Kelly would “make me feel better” when we got to the hotel, which made her obviously embarrassed. I reassured her that I would be getting my own room and was kind of planning on a solo bender, which seemed to put her at ease for a while, until the barbs would start again.

We checked into the hotel and the three of them ended up going to the beach without me, at my urging. It was hot outside, my room had absurd air conditioning, and I had enough liquor for a week. I ended up passing out drunk before dark, waking up to a knock at my door around midnight. It was Kelly. Jason and his girlfriend had gone to the bar and left her behind—she was only 19. I invited her in for a drink.

Over the next few hours, Kelly made it apparent, even to pretty-drunk me that she was a walking talking red flag machine. In fifteen minutes of talking, she told me that she was feeling a “deep connection with my aura.” She confided in me that she identified as a witch, and that she’d be willing to put a curse on my ex if I’d like. She showed me her pierced nipples without any sort of prompting or warning.

The fucked up thing was that in my current state, her flavor of crazy was working on me. I found myself letting down my defenses and opening up to Kelly a bit. Ultimately, liquor and hormones took over and we were making out pretty aggressively on my hotel bed, her rubbing me through my pants. She pushed me down and bit my lip hard, looking into my eyes and saying, “Don’t be gentle.”

I’m relatively inexperienced with sex in general, let alone rough sex, so I make the mistake every 22-year-old would make in this situation—I turned to my old friend porn for ideas—and either fortunately or unfortunately, I had been watching a good deal of Rocko Sigfredi’s work. I rolled Kelly over and spit right in her face. Rightfully, she shoved me off and walked out of the room.

Ten minutes later, I respond to a knock at my door expecting (and probably deserving) a punch to the face. Instead, Kelly walks into the room, casually tells me that she had to call and break up with her boyfriend because she was falling for me, then she took off my shirt and started kissing my chest.

The reality of this situation was not lost on me. Less than 24 hours prior, I’d basically dumped someone mid-blowjob only to end up on an impromptu vacation, where a 19 year old who I’d just spit on dumped her boyfriend and was making it pretty apparent by her advances that we’d be fucking. More red flags than the communist party, but alcohol and sadness made sure that much like the proletariat, I was about to rise up.

While all of this was racing through my head, she was pulling my pants and boxers off and working my cock into her mouth. At this point in my life, I’d been lucky enough to enjoy a few very skilled blowjobs, but Kelly was unlike anything I’d had up until that point. She spit on my dick before swallowing it whole, often gagging. She used her hands and mouth in unison in ways I’d only seen in porn. When you’re 22, any blowjob is great… but 15 years and multiple partners later, Kelly was one of the best… ultimately causing me to trip backwards over my pants, landing on the bed.

The next thing I knew, she was on top of me and I was inside of her, unprotected. Every possible terrible scenario involving unprotected sex with a relative stranger swirled around my head for just long enough to realize how much I’d hated myself at that point in my life and say, “fuck it.” While I was rationalizing my poor decisions, she rode me hard, still wearing most of her clothing – though she’d managed to remove her shirt and bra, exposing her large pierced breasts to me.

I felt like it was time for me to take control, and our earlier interaction led me to believe that Kelly would enjoy being treated more submissively. I lifted her off of me and stood, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I teased her for a while, running the head of my dick up and down her clit as she pinched her nipples. She grew frustrated, trying to pull me inside of her with her legs. I responded with a hard slap across the face.

She bit her lip and I slapped her again, this time harder. She looked at and asked me to please fuck her. I told her to beg. She’d barely gotten the word “please” past her lips before I slapped her again. “Beg on your knees.”

I’d never taken a role this dominant before, and I was really getting into it… and I had a willing partner in Kelly. She sunk to her knees and began begging me to fuck her, while motioning towards my cock with her mouth. As her tongue would approach the tip of my dick, I’d pull her away by her hair. After a few rounds of this, she looked up at me and begged me to fuck her, while making the unfortunately un-sexy decision to call me “Daddy.”

Pretending not to hear her, and hoping to prevent her from comparing me to her father again, I began forcefully face fucking Kelly, using makeshift pigtails in her hair as leverage. She would begin to gag a bit, so I would slow down and she’d use her hands to force me into her mouth harder. She’d moan as I’d slap her in the face or bend down to pinch her nipples. I needed to fuck her.

I helped her up from her knees and led her to a dresser, bending her over and lifting her plaid skirt, which had somehow managed to stay on. I slapped her ass hard, admiring both my quickly reddening handprint against her pale skin, as well as the jiggling of her ample butt. I took my cock into my hand and sunk it into Kelly from behind. I was not gentle. I did not go slow. I was subconsciously taking all of my self-loathing out on her.

In my mind, I’d been “cheated on” by my girlfriend. I hated her. I hated myself. I was definitely aware of the potential consequences of my actions, but in the moment I simply didn’t care. In reality, my girlfriend and I should have broken up months prior and I was putting both Kelly’s and my own future at stake. Don’t be like 22 year old me.

As I’m fucking Kelly from behind, the language coming out of her mouth is doing a great job at distracting me from my existential crisis, which I’m both thankful for and angry about. I take that anger out on her with a hard slap across the ass, which caused her to yelp, then look at me maniacally.

She took my hand and pulled me back to the bed, laying down on her back at the edge. She looked up at me and began playing with herself. Ever the multi-tasker, Kelly also decided to use this time to practice her Harley Quinn impression, laughing in a way that would concern a better person than I was… I was turned on, and began stroking myself slowly, wanting to hold off for as long as possible. That didn’t happen.

Kelly began to shake as she worked her clit, obvious that she was on the brink of orgasm. I slapped her hand away began fucking her again, which sent us both completely over the top. She yelled for me to choke her, hard. I obliged, showing little restraint. She began cumming, shaking violently while repeatedly screaming, “fuck! fuck! cum in me.”

Over the next 18 months, there were a thousand times where I should have run from Kelly. There would be infidelity. There would be fist fights between her various partners and myself. We would move in together. She would kick me out and beg me to come back, oftentimes more than once in a day. She stabbed me in the stomach and we fucked later that week. Of every opportunity missed to get away from Kelly before things got out of control, this was the ultimate failure.

I unloaded what felt like a quart of cum into Kelly’s pussy, simultaneously savoring and regretting the decision. My brain turned off as we loudly came together, the result of the previous 24 hours of stress, drinking, and fucking.

The next morning I woke up to a hotel room that looked as if we’d just checked in. The bed was somehow made despite me still being in it. There was a glass of water and a note on the nightstand.

“Adam,

I went to get us breakfast. Here’s some water.

I love you,
Kelly.”

Fuck.

Part 2 later this week, working title = “Road head on the way to Planned Parenthood.”

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