fucked the wrong person and woke up an entire house doing it [MF]

This happened a long time ago, so don’t judge, and hopefully enjoy. The scenario is important, but the action starts below the **.

After graduating from university, my buddies and I all got jobs in the nearest megacity so we decided to rent a house together. It was kind of like frathouse 2.0 and a lot of fun for a couple of years. Early into the first summer one my buds Doug invited me to a long weekend party at his high school friend’s lake house a few hours away. I was familiar with the area and it was legendary for tennis courts, private beaches and gigantic palaces with all night pool parties. “There will be girls” he said with dramatic understatement. I was all in.

With a big bag of weed and a couple coolers full of beer, we embarked on the road trip to epic-ness and by the time we rolled up to the big wrought iron gates, we were both pretty cooked after three hours of road pops and pipe hits. As expected, the gates opened to a long driveway that meandered through a deep forest. After some time, opening up to our left was a set of four brand new tennis courts with light stands and beautiful landscaping. A couple guys were in the middle of a match. We kept driving as the road curved a little more to the right to the mansion.

Well, that didn’t happen. Instead we pulled up to white clapboard shack that was perched on a few cinderblocks and was no bigger than a two-car garage. Beside it was one of those old hard-top camper tent trailers. This was our residence for the next few days and it played a major role in this story!

As we unfolded from my buddy’s car, we were greeted by two of his old high school friends, Dave and Darryl – who were the two tennis players that we passed. Darryl was also the thoughtful purveyor of the tent trailer and, to be honest, after the initial greeting I only actually saw him a few times all weekend, and mostly for him just to take a hit or two off the pipe. Normally I would have completely forgotten his name but for the alliteration with Dave, the owner of the fabulous tennis courts and the shack in front of us. I heard a wooden screen door slam, and around the corner sauntered Mandy in a bright red bikini. She was a spectacular blonde with straight hair falling below her shoulders, high cheekbone, blue eyes and a perfectly toned body. She was tallish, maybe about 5’8’ or 5’9” with long legs a flat tummy and perfectly proportioned breasts. Movie star material. I hadn’t seen her ass yet, but I was certain it was perfect. And I knew that I was going fuck her at some point during that weekend. At that time in my life I was pretty confident. I had been running a lot, playing a lot of sports, and was generally in really good shape. I wasn’t muscle bound, just pretty cut. And I had paid part of my way through university as a part-time runway model, so I looked pretty ok. The data at the time was six feet, dark hair, dark eyes and about 160 or 165 pounds. But back to Mandy.

She had a perfect smile and was immediately flirty as my buddy and I handed out beers to everyone from the cooler in the trunk of the car. In addition to Mandy, there were three other girls there, too. There was the Big-Boned Canadian Girl who I guessed would birth a brood of future linebackers. She was around the same height as Mandy and probably weighed as much as me, but she was not fat. That weekend I saw her less than Darryl because from a couple more beers onward from our initial greeting, she spent all day and night in the camper trailer getting railed by Darryl.

There was the shy Eastern Euro Girl who was tall, awkward and very thin with bad skin. Like Mandy, she was blond, but her hair was curly and bunched up on top of her head. I would describe her as angular. She was taller than me but stooped a bit and barely filled out her baby blue bikini. She was quiet, but laughed easily, and as she got more stoned her dry wit shone through. But I can’t remember her name. Her British friend was nearly the exact opposite of her. She was barely 5 feet tall, and curvy with big boobs barely contained by her black bikini and a soft tummy. She reminded me a bit of Baby Spice Girl, but as a brunette. She would not stop talking and my buddy and I started referring to her as Brit Mouth.

When we finally entered the shack, the interior was even less impressive than the exterior. There was a little kitchen will a small table that could sit four, a beat-up old couch along the only wall, and small hallway with doors to three bedrooms. One bedroom (I guess the master?) has a double bed and a single chair in it. The other two each had two single beds. Doug and I took last available room and threw our bags on the floor. With eight people inside, the place was cramped and loud because when someone walked the floors thudded and creaked and even when someone shifted their weight on a chair, windows rattled. Walls were thin. There was no privacy and no chance for sex, at least indoors. It was at that moment that I admired Darryl’s genius as he and the Canadian Girl slipped out of the shack for another round of pounding in the tent trailer.

I discovered soon after that Mandy was Dave’s “friend” and that the girls were all friends of Mandy’s that she met traveling. Mandy was sleeping in the double bed with Dave and Brit Mouth and Euro Girl were sleeping in the singles in the other bedroom. Disappointing and not what Doug or I were expecting for the weekend.

***

But we tried to make the best of it. Everyone got trashed on Friday night and just passed out in the hot little cottage. Saturday started slow and late. At some point in mid-afternoon I find myself alone in the shack with the three girls not getting railed in a tent. Somehow, we got into shots, which turned into a ragged game of truth or dare. Was pretty drunk and I ended up lying in the double bed surrounded by the girls. Mandy dared Euro girl to ride my hand. I had no idea what that meant, but she straddled my hand in her little bikini and grabbed my wrist and started to pretend to hump my hand and pretend to enjoy it in a hilariously over-the-top way. In the meantime, Brit Mouth grabbed my other hand and…well she was a little more serious about things (and not playing the game very well!). She grabbed two fingers of my other hand and dragged then hard along her slit, and then actually rode my fingers – she was basically masturbating herself over the crotch of her bikini with my fingers while Mandy sat in the chair a the foot of the bed watching me. Euro Girl was still being all goofy and oblivious to what else was going on as she was still going for laughs. In meantime Brit Mouth had used my fingers to pull aside her bikini and now she was sliding my finger up and down her swollen and wet labia while bending down to moan her appreciation into my ear. Holy cow that escalated fast! I didn’t really pay much attention to her because I was concentrating on Mandy who had by then brought her feet up and hooked her knees over the arms of the wooden chair, which gave me a clear and deliberate view of a perfect cameltoe. She gave me a mischievous smile. A tent was growing in my shorts. Mandy could obviously see my fingers sliding over Brit Mouth’s bare cooch as her big butt bobbed, and she was enjoying the show. She reached between her legs and pulled at the top of her bikini, stretching to maximum cameltoe. She was intent on teasing me, seeing how big my erection would get just watching her. Was she going to start masturbating for me right there in front of here friends? Was this going to a group sex thing? It actually didn’t happen. Just as Mandy was pulling the crotch of her bikini to reveal herself to me, Dave and Doug came crashing into the kitchen whooping it up after a game of tennis. Mandy popped up immediately and scampered out to greet them excitedly, overcompensating to hide her taboo little episode shared with me. Euro Girl let go of my wrist and climbed over me, my tentpole, and Brit Mouth’s humping fat ass and wet pussy. She froze momentarily shocked at the door after realizing that she was the only one not getting off, turned beet red and stomped into the kitchen. Throughout all of this, Brit Mouth wouldn’t shut up. I had been ignoring her because I was concentrating on Mandy, but she was offering me a running commentary about everything from the shape of her clit, how she likes to tit fuck, how she shaves her pubes, something called Tottenham, and on-and-on. And now she was lingering while she rubbed my fingers over her wet labia. I told her I had to go because I challenged the winner. She humpfed in frustration and pouted as I pulled my fingers from under her hand and jumped the fuck out of the room.

For the rest of the day it was tennis and beach followed by a great barbecue. Around dusk we all had to head into the cramped little shack to get away from the mosquitoes. Within an hour it turned into a shitshow of drinking games and pretty soon people were dragging themselves into the little bedrooms to pass out. First one down was Brit Mouth, but before she left she slurred loudly that she was “gonna get fucked by someone tonight”. There was a group eyeroll to that. Mandy slipped away quietly next leaving me, Dave, Doug, and Euro Girl who was actually passed out awkwardly on the grubby little couch. I didn’t really notice what happened next until there was only me. Sigh.

I staggered into the little bedroom and stumbled in the blackness of the room until I passed out in my sad little rickety bed in the tiny room in the bouncy shack with paper thin walls (but GREAT tennis courts!).

I woke up hot with the early morning sun bashing at my head through the widow right next to me. FUCK. AND I had to piss really badly. So, I stagger out of the bed and run to relieve myself in the in the little bathroom beside the kitchen. Euro Girl was still passed out on the couch. When I got back to the room, I discovered that Doug was not in his assigned bed. Instead Brit Mouth was stretched out on her stomach wearing nothing but a G-string. Geezus. As quietly as I could I slipped back onto my little bed hoping to not awaken her and catch at least a couple more hours sleep.

“Hey!” she whispered seconds later.

“Hey” I whispered back. FUCK. I had my back to her because I was trying to curl up against the wall and away from the hot sun beaming in.

“Need some company?”

“Huh?” and before I could say anything else, she jumped from her bed into mine, and almost instantly, she was straddling my hips with her hands on my chest. The bed squeeked and groaned.

“Finger me.” She hissed. Her very British face was inches from mine and she was staring at me with an intensity that seemed some combination of anger and passion. Her big tits were swaying above me coned by hardened nipples. Her desperation was unsettling. I really didn’t have any time to consider. Brit Mouth was already peeling her G-string off and a few moments later she was guiding my hand to her sopping wet cooch. As soon as I dragged a knuckle against her clit, she groaned at a decibel level that was well above a whisper and loud enough to be heard beyond the paper thin walls.

I immediately clamped my hand over her mouth which caused her eyes widened in shock and then fill with some crazy fire. I followed her instructions and hooked a couple fingers into her. Brit Mouth’s shoulders slumped, her eyes rolled back and she gasped hard into my hand as I fucked her slowly with two fingers. Brit Mouth kept moaning and gasping into my hand and it was getting louder and I needed to shut her the fuck up so that she wouldn’t wake everyone up. I stopped fingering her long enough to remove my boxers and jam her mouth over my stiffening cock. I figured she would shut up with my cock down her throat. This put her is a strangely awkward position where she was squatting beside me on the bed with her face in my crotch. There were strings of grool hanging from her swollen pussy and shmmering in the sunlight as I jammed three fingers into her roughly, fucking her with a nice tempo. She moaned on my cock, and I held her head down there so she didn’t have enough room to get loud enough to hear beyond the walls. In retrospect, I have to admit that Brit Mouth was an accomplished cocksucker, and she had me really hard despite my lack of attraction to her. After a few minutes of fingering her deeply and fast, Brit Mouth stiffened and then jiggled as she orgasmed wetly into my hand. Whew. I got her off. So now maybe she is sleepy and will go back to her bed and leave me to sleep off my increasingly apparent hangover. No such luck!

She grabbed my face between her hands and brought her forehead to mine staring into my eyes with some type of rage. “Fuck me. NOW!”

“Shhhhhhhh!!, keep you voice down!”

“Ok. Fuck me now!” she whispered hoarsely

“But…but. We have no protection. And diseases…you know” I was protesting quietly but vigorously. She just continued to hold my face and stare. Unmoved by my arguments. The hot silence was stifling. Then she reached down between her legs, grabbed my penis, and sat back on it slowly. Desperately, I clamped both hands over her mouth while she moaned her way through the penetration. She paused to adjust and then she began to ride my cock with some unexpected force. He big boobs were bouncing to her rhythm and I was having a really difficult time keeping my hands clamped over her mouth. The window frame was rattling, bed was squeeking and Brit Mouth’s groaning was gaining in decibels. I had to do something quick or everyone, including and especially Mandy, would know that I’m fucking the brains out of this infinitely annoying chubby little Brit. And against both my will and better judgement. FUCK!

So I spun her around onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, stuffed her face into a pillow, and entered her from behind. Problem solved. Brit Mouth was groaning hard into the pillow, but it was barely audible, and I got to watch her best asset, which was her ass, rippling with my thrusts. After a few nice deep strokes I felt her pussy clamp around my cock and she stiffened for a few seconds groaned even louder. FUCK! I smushed her face as far as I could into that poor pillow as she trembled through her second orgasm. By this time, I was frustratingly on the edge of either cumming or losing it all and just giving up. I chose to not give up. So with determination and poor judgement, I relentlessly pursued that release. The window rattled continuously, and the bedframe was bumping against the fucking wall to the rhythm of my strokes. The mattress was beginning to slide off the bedframe and a fucking framed paint-by-number picture of a horse slid off the wall and fell with a weird clank onto the bed. To me, in the early morning stillness it felt like we were like a locomotive in that tiny hot room. I was sure that everyone in the shack was awake and cowering in corners frightened of the demonic commotion. Even Darryl and the Big Canadian Girl in the tent camper on the other side of the shack.

We both had a sheen of perspiration and sweat was dripping off the end of my nose and onto the small of her back. And that poor pillow was on the receiving end of some very colorful, and thankfully muffled, language as Brit Mouth got closer to another orgasm. I was so close. So close…bit just not…and then seemingly out of nowhere I felt something tickle and squeeze my balls. That was it! Brit Mouth had a move! I felt the heat and enormous tingling relief begin to build as the walls of her tunnel began clamping. I didn’t want to spew any cum into Brit Mouth’s vagina and I didn’t know what else to do in those few split seconds. I definitely had a clump of her hair in my hand for optimal face-in-the-pillow control. I pulled out, spun her head off the pillow towards my groin and thrust my penis into her mouth spewing semen down her throat in several agonizing streams. I noticed that as she was licking the last little droplets of semen and her own juices off the head of my cock, Brit Mouth was trembling again, which meant she orgasmed for a third time at some point while I was panicking about where to come.

Other than our heavy breathing there was finally silence. Brit Mouth’s face was red and her hair was matted against it, covered in sweat and saliva. I presume that I didn’t look much different. Although she cleaned my dick nicely, my groin was still covered in her fluids and her ass was also wet. It was a hot mess in there as we gathered our bearings. I heard birds chirping outside the window.

Of course, Brit Mouth had to break the silence “Now, THAT was a shagging.” She said to no one in particular and promptly dozed off.

What the fuck is a shagging? And then I woke up a couple hours later to kitchen sounds and the smell of bacon and brewed coffee. Brit Mouth was no longer around. As I dragged my ass out of bed and stuck my head out the door, there was Mandy in her bikini busy preparing breakfast. Fuck. Did she hear the debauchery? Did everyone?

“Hey”

Mandy looked up from cooking

“Hey Beautiful!” She just beamed.

“oh…uh…smells great! Where is everybody?”

“Down at the beach. Wanna help me make some BLTs?

We got busy preparing sandwiches together like she didn’t hear me fucking her friends brains out all morning. At some point she turned into me accidentally or on purpose, who cares and leaned he body against me. She bit her lip and looked up at me with doe eyes. “You smell so good…like sweat and pussy.” I had zero response to that and just stood dumbfounded staring into her movie star smiling face with my dick hardening against her hip. She clearly heard. I wasn’t sure what do. Do I kiss her? Do I just bend her over the counter? What?

Mandy settled it. “You made her year, OP” She kissed me on the cheek, rubbed my hardon on the outside of my shorts and spun out the door with the sandwiches. Fuck. Friend-zoned with a rub.

She leaned back in the doorway “Oh…and that was incredibly hot this morning!” she giggled.

“Grab the drinks Beautiful, and let’s go”

This happened years ago, and I don’t know why I remember so much of this. Maybe it was the embarrassment, or coming so close to landing a world-class beauty? Maybe it was just the weird dynamics of literally getting jumped by someone I didn’t want to be with? Was I set up from the beginning? Other than Doug I never saw any of them again. Turns out Darryl ended up marrying the Canadian Girl, so that is a lasting impact. Not sure if they bore linebackers or not. Didn’t hook up with the Brit or Mandy the rest of that weekend. Apparently, Doug got a really bad blow job from the Euro Girl and he did rip on me all the way home about “the Sunday morning rodeo.” I wonder if any of the others remember that weekend? It shows up in my memory banks from time-to-time out of nowhere, so I thought I should write it down to capture it more permanently.

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