Sharing Allie – Soccer & sloppy seconds [MFM]

It was halftime. Chelsea were winning. Derek was a Chelsea fan, and I was using football as an excuse to get drunk. And stoned. Derek was a rich kid with an awesome house and neverending weed. A bit of an arrogant prick, but useful and not quite a complete tool.

Allie was Derek’s ‘girl’. It was a fuck buddy type thing that I was visibly jealous of. Everyone knew she was using him for the house and the weed and his money, and everyone knew he was using her. Sometimes they acted like a couple, sometimes like strangers. Neither of them ever even pretended to be exclusive.

Allie was, for want of a better term, hot. Cheerleader hot. Pornstar hot. Five foot sixish, svelte, curvy and firm. Auburn hair and green eyes and the ability to look eminently fuckable in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Masturbatory material, off limits and out of my league.

Allie hated football. She complained about it being “booooring”, visibly agitating Derek who followed it like religion. We were all sat on the massive couch, Allie in the middle, Derek on the right and me on the left. It was still big enough for at least three more. We’d had a few beers and the neverending weed never ended.

“Is it finished?” she asked, hopefully. Derek responded with a negative grunt. “It’s so booooring. Let’s watch Buffy” she said. I laughed. Derek said something like “fuck that”.
She pressed up against him, a needy “please”, kissing him on the cheek. I slipped my beer and took a puff and watched yet another fucking Pepsi ad and when I turned to pass the weed she was kneeling on the couch and her head was in his lap, bobbing up and down. I froze for a second. Derek took the joint. I turned away and offered to fuck off.

Allie spat him out and said “don’t be silly”, casually reaching back and pulling her sweatpants down, revealing her perfect pantyless peach of an ass and her pristine, glistening snatch nestled between her thighs. I couldn’t do anything but stare.

“Ummmm” I stammered, awkwardly excited, instantly hard. Listening to her slurp on his cock.

“It’s cool bro. Mi casa es su casa. Just don’t come in her” Derek grunted, smoking the joint, one hand on her head, a bit of gagging mixed in with slurps. I hesitantly reached over and touched her firm, smooth ass, like I was checking to make sure it was real. It was.

Autopilot kicked in. My fingers moved between her thighs, rubbing her lips, so wet they just slipped right in, making her moan a stifled moan. I’d unconsciously unbuckled, but my last shred of decency or dignity or shame or whatever was holding me back.

“Just fuck me” she said, briefly surfacing for air before the slurping resumed. “ You heard the lady… get in there…” Derek said with all the charm of a coalminer. I’m probably being unfair to coalminers. I digress.

As I got on my knees behind her my vantage point changed, and I suddenly realised there would no escaping the sight of Derek. I focused on the ass before me, reaching into my boxers, pulling my cock out and shoving it into her before Derek could see it, because that would be… gay?

She had a wonderful vagina. Tight and slippery and as warm as an easy bake oven. I held back the groan I was desperate to make and the words I wanted to say. Etiquette? Manliness?
I stared diligently at my shaft sliding in and out of her, at the cheeks I was kneading, at her little puckered asshole that captivated my imagination. Slowly fucking her, listening for her muffled moans that we’re almost drowned out by the pointless halftime analysis that Derek was watching.

He was polite enough to attempt to avoid eye contact as he handed me the joint. It was ludicrously filthy, sharing the joint like we were sharing Allie, taking a puff as I fucked her, knowing we’d skipped her turn and violated joint passing law. Trying not to let ash fall on her ass. Failing. I looked away as I handed the spliff back to Derek. There was yet another fucking Pepsi ad on the TV.

“What do you think?” he asked, the vaguest of questions.

“Chelsea’ll win” I replied. Derek laughed.

“What do you think about that pussy?” he clarified like the charmless fuck that he was.

I grunted my approval but didn’t say anything. I felt some fingers brushing against my shaft, fiddling her clit, and I prayed they weren’t Derek’s. They weren’t. Thank fuck. Because, y’know… gay? I handed the joint back.

“She sucks better when she’s getting fucked” he said, making me hate him more with every word he uttered. I stared down, at my shaft getting creamy, at my thumb as it gently rubbed her asshole. I was about to brave a poke when she came back up for air, letting out a proper moan, announcing that she was “close”, to which he responded “bring it home”.

And with that I was promptly evicted, scampering backward to my edge of the couch as Allie straddled Derek, trying not to watch as she rode him, as he pulled her t-shirt up, giving me my first look at her ridiculously perky breasts. Confused as to what to do, my creamy cock in my hand, another fucking Pepsi ad on the TV.

Derek fell back, lying against the armrest, possibly to avoid the sight of me and my erection, presenting me with a direct view of genitalia and eliminating the possibility of eye contact. Yeah, I looked. I fucking stared. Watching her ass as she rode him, watching her lips cling to his average cock, slowly, shamelessly stroking myself. In porn, this is where the double penetration would’ve happened.

Life isn’t porn.

“No baby… please…” Allie whimpered as Derek groaned in completion. Yeah, I watched. She sat up and stopped riding, dutifully allowing him to empty himself inside her. “Sorry. Games gonna start” he said, slapping her ass and sitting up, making me look away. Because, y’know… eye contact.

As Allie climbed off him he told her not to “drip on the couch” and stood up to get some beers. She looked at me as he walked out of the room, her hands on her hips, a little rope of cum dangling from between her lips. Frustrated.

“Fuck his couch” she said.

And then she was straddling me, guiding my erection into her used vagina as I tried not to think about some other dude’s cum. I pulled her t-shirt up, using her perfect breasts as a distraction, kneading and sucking as she rode me with desperation. Another fucking Pepsi ad on the TV. Derek returned with beers, handing me an open bottle as he sat back down.

“The game’s starting” he said.

“Fuck the game” Allie groaned.

“You can cum in her. I’m done” he said.

“Please don’t cum” Allie growled.

It was sticky and sloppy and surreal, sipping my beer and sucking her nipples as she grinded and groaned. The second half kicked off.

“Just cum dude. The game’s on” Derek said.

“NO” Allie shouted, leaning forward, sucking my ear, pleading for me to hold on.

I wedged the beer bottle between the couch cushions and grabbed her ass, staring at the TV to distract myself, my eyes watching the seconds on the game clock as they ticked away.

“OFFSIDE!” Derek shouted, at the exact moment I was attempting to poke a finger into her disconcertingly slimy asshole, making me hesitate.

“Don’t stop” Allie whimpered.

My finger plunged in and she came immediately, biting my neck so hard I thought she was after my blood, spasming and shuddering as I unloaded inside her. Going limp as I shriveled inside her, as my finger slipped out of her ass.

“Thank you” she whispered, kissing me on the cheek as she hoisted herself off me, tossing me a box of tissues, walking away as I awkwardly cleaned up as quickly as I possibly could.

“So, what do you think?” Derek asked once my cock was tucked away.

“Chelsea will win” I replied.

They didn’t.

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