Sloppy Eva. “It’s just cum”. [MF]

Eva. I’d always had a crush on her. We dated briefly but she didn’t want a relationship. We’d make out and grope and fondle but I never got her out of her clothes despite my best efforts. The best I’d managed was a handjob that might’ve turned into a blowjob had I not finished all over her fingers. I did get her nipples out once. They were glorious. But then she moved on, exploring, taking advantage of the fact that she was young and pretty and could have anyone she wanted. We stayed friends, which fucking sucked because I wanted to do depraved things to her, the things I imagined other guys did to her.

Eva. Pretty little Eva. She was five foot and change. Her hair was short, a new cut, a bit punky but not quite emo. She had a tongue stud and the cutest nose. Big green eyes. Perfectly petite and proportioned, with impossibly perky b cups and a pert, round ass.

It was a lame house party. Lots of drink, barely any drugs and a fuckton of assholes. Eva appeared with some musclebound motherfucker about twice her size and I did my best to act like I didn’t give a fuck. We exchanged niceties and I undressed her with my eyes and tried not to picture the musclebound motherfucker having his way with her. I failed. Hi, how are you, nice to see you, how’ve you been, how bout this weather. Inane, tedious tripe.

That was that, or so I thought.

About an hour later I ran into her as I was coming out of the bathroom. She was alone, a bit flustered, grinning the kind of grin only ecstasy can induce.

“Do you have a condom?”

I was taken aback. My carefully crafted façade of cool started to crumble. I nodded a slow, confused not.

“Excellent. Can I borrow you?”

It took a second to process. She said “you”, not “it”. Maybe it was my mind fucking with me. I nodded again, still confused but hopeful.
She grabbed my arm and led me down the corridor and around the corner, into a small bedroom.

“Lock the door… you have to jiggle it…”

My heart was fucking pounding. I jiggled the lock and wondered how she knew to jiggle it and after what felt like an eternity I finally succeeded. When I turned around her top was already off and she was fiddling with the clasp on her skirt.

“Ummm…” I stammered “what about…your… friend?” I asked, worried I was going to get pulverized after whatever was about to happen had happened.

“It’s cool… he’s fucking useless….”

Her skirt fell to the floor. I stared at her as she stood there in her mismatched underwear – a pale blue bra and pink panties with a visible wet patch. I was properly hard, fiddling with my belt as she climbed on to the bed.

“Do you mind if we skip the foreplay?”

It wasn’t really a question. I pulled my t-shirt off as she spread her legs, staring at her glistening thighs and the wet patch that made her panties practically see through. I pulled out the lone rubber that had lived in my wallet for far too long and knelt between her legs, watching her watch me as I pulled my erection free. I was so nervous, wrapping up was an awkward challenge.

“Put it inside me” she whispered, pulling her panties aside, revealing her swollen, glistening lips. I stared, memorizing the sight.
“Put it inside me” she repeated.

She was so wet I slipped right in. So wet I could hear her squelching and slurping as I thrust, her hands on my ass, pulling me into her. So wet I said something like “you’re so fucking wet”.

“That’s probably cum”

I thrust a couple more times before I managed to process. Then I stopped.

“Cum?” I stammered, confused, withdrawing.

“I told you he was useless… please don’t stop…” she whimpered.

“Jesus Eva…” I grunted, kneeling up, pulling out. My sheathed cock was creamy and frothy. Her vagina was oozing. I felt… wrong.

“it’s just cum…” she said, sitting up, kissing me, making me wonder if her mouth had been on his cock, grabbing mine, pulling me back down.
“It’s just cum…” she repeated, guiding me back into her filthy, slimy depths.

I was still hard. I still wanted her. My disgust was no match for my lust. I grabbed her bra and yanked it down, finally exposing her breasts, kneading them as she wrapped her legs around me. Squeezing her large nipples, making her whimper, trying to ignore the fact that some other dudes cum was oozing onto me. Failing miserably.

Thusting slowly. I could fucking hear it. And I’m not sure if it was just my brain fucking with me, but I think I could smell it.

“Jesus Eva..”

“It’s just cum…” her words weren’t helping but she kept saying them. “It’s just cum…”

Every time she said it I got a bit angrier. I thrust a bit harder. The harder I thrust the louder she moaned. Moans turned to yelps. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall. Her fingers were clawing at my back. And then someone tried to open the door.

“Fuck…” I grunted, stopping mid thrust.

“It’s okay… keep going… I’m close…” Eva whimpered, desperation in her voice.

I dutifully obliged, aware that getting her to orgasm would significantly increase my chances of getting another go sometime. There was a knock at the door.

“Ignore it… don’t fucking stop…”

I kept pumping and grunting. It felt so wrong, the cum I was fucking out of her, the knocking at the door… dirty and dangerous and desperate. My end was fast approaching. A male voice said “Eva”. Fuck. I was going to get pummeled.

The knocking turned to pounding. “I know you’re in there Eva” the voice shouted through the door. “Fuck off!” Eva shouted in reply. I was looking around the room for a place to hide. Under the bed? I couldn’t jump out the window because we were three floors up.

“I’m coming… I’M COMING!” Eva shrieked, deliberately loud.
Her hips bucked and she bit my shoulder so hard it left a bruise that lingered for a week. She went limp and I pulled out, cringing at the sight of my gooey sheath. I grabbed her limp hand and used it like a glove, pulling the rubber off, freeing me to make my mess. With a solitary tug and a desperate lurch I exploded, spraying my average load over her chest and stomach, squeezing out every drop as she scowled.

“Was that really necessary?” she asked.

“It’s just cum” I replied.

I used the blanket to wipe the shrapnel from my pubes and watched her do the same with my mess. Some unlucky fucker was going to have sticky sheets.

We dressed in silence. I was terrified, and pretty shit at hiding it. Eva thought it was funny. She didn’t give a fuck and somehow that made her the sexiest thing in my universe.

I didn’t get my ass kicked. The musclebound fucker didn’t seem to care. He saw the rubber we’d rudely left on the floor and the sticky sheets and half shrugged, as if it was a normal thing. I slipped away and got hammered. I woke up on my couch with memories and the desperate need for a long, hot shower.

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