So this story takes place during my vacation between high school and college, where I first started to become a true slut. I’d been invited to a girl at high school’s party, so we knew it was going to be good. My boyfriend at the time was ill, which gave me the opportunity to be quite a shameless slut during this party.
So we rock up to this house. I’ve got on this cute little dress that displays my F cup tits quite nicely. We ring the bell and are taken into the party. It’s live. There are people playing games, dancing, drinking, and that’s just in the big main living room. I also spied some people outside in the massive garden running about playing frisbee. As you might be able to guess, though, that’s not really my scene, so I stuck to inside, said hi to a few people, and found a nice corner which me and my friends sat around talking and drinking wine.
Now, I don’t know if this is a universal thing or if it’s just me, but wine (red wine in particular) is my horny drink of choice. It’s light enough on alcohol that I don’t just start degrading myself within 45 minutes (which is an omnipresent danger). The drunkenness sneaks up on you slowly, until you’re absolutely inhibitionless and horny and you barely realise how you got there.
Naturally, after about a bottle’s worth, my eye began voraciously scanning the room for the prime men to bang. Plenty of boys were there, many fuck-worthy, but one of them caught my eye in particular, a tall white one with strong features and very broad shoulders. I looked him up and down several times, growing progressively more excited, before he finally noticed me staring. I blushed a little, fixed my dress and headed over to speak to him.
After saying hi, we launch into the usual mandatory small talk, blah blah blah. But I was more paying attention to his body than his words. I felt my pussy begin to moisten, and usually that only happens when I start grinding on a guy. I’m quite a tall girl (5’8″) so it takes a bit of effort to make me feel quite a bit smaller, but this guy managed it. He was over six foot, sure, and very muscular, but there are plenty of those that didn’t just turn me on with their presence like he did. I think it was a look in his eye like he saw me for the desperate slut I was at that moment. As a result, I could feel my neck and face blushing redder and redder the more I spoke to him.
After a couple of minutes of small talk I started flirting with him more heavily, which he immediately reciprocated, and before long we were making out. His hands roamed across my body, eventually coming to rest on my ass, groping me in the crowded room. At this point I could barely contain myself as I felt people watching me. Sensing this, his hands moved to my tits, and before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled my dress down so my tits were pressing against him as we continued to make out. No one could see my exposure, but they might’ve had a clue. In that moment, I was completely taken with him, feeling myself get wetter and wetter and involuntarily humping his leg and rubbing my hard nipples against him. He had to push me away from him slightly so he could persuade me to go upstairs with him instead of just fucking him right there. So I (somewhat reluctantly) pulled my dress up to cover myself and took him upstairs by the hand, at which point I heard at least one whistle from someone watching.
We got about 3/4 of the way up the stairs before I turned around and started making out with him again. Before he could react properly, I had undone his belt and unclipped his pants, and started slobbering over his semi-hard cock. Predictably, his reaction was both one of surprise and enjoyment, as I took him into my mouth. Soon, I was fondling his balls with one hand, and rubbing my own tits with the other, as I struggled to contain my wantonness. Eventually he got fully hard and decided he actually wanted to fuck me, instead of just cum down my throat, so he pushed my head away, picked me up, and carried me all the way up the stairs.
Once fully upstairs, he unceremoniously dropped me on the ground before hiking up my skirt and pushing his cock into me. He wasn’t that thick but was long enough to make it count, and combined with my overall state of arousal this made me pant and grunt like a dog in heat. Pretty soon he started rubbing my clit as he fucked me, and this made me orgasm really fucking fast. I actually screamed so loud he had to cover my mouth lol.
After that he picked me up again and flipped me over, then started to spear me as I was on all fours. I tried as best I could to push back against him with all my power, but eventually he just grabbed my waist and fixed me in place and did what he wanted. I came a couple more times before he finished in my pussy – I was too intoxicated on his cock to try and stop him, and I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. He quickly left and I lay there for quite a while, on the floor with my ass out, cum leaking out of my pussy as I gently rubbed myself in memory. Eventually I managed to get up and go back downstairs, where the party continued ;)
In my opinion, the best part of this story comes the day after, where I found out that I was not the only cheater that day. I learned that the guy who fucked me had a girlfriend, who’d apparently found out about the incident and dumped him, taking the time to message me and tell me what a evil whore, slut, bitch, cunt, etc. I was.
To which I responded: Babe, I knew already ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hpp510/cheating_on_my_boyfriend_at_big_party_mf
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