Since y’all liked my last true story, I’d figure I’d give you something spicier. Forgive me if it’s not as polished as my usual style, but it’s a true story so fuck it. Enjoy.
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In college, I met my best friend Adam. For five years, it was non-stop debauchery.
Constant drinking, stressing and studying in that order. Parties, sporting events, we were practically inseparable. We have so much in common, honestly I’m surprised that we never dated. I mean, we hooked up from time to time, but there was never much more than that. Mostly because Im was more into women.
College guys, very few of them are good at sex. I learned that quickly. Honestly, if i got asked “Did you cum?” after getting pummeled without foreplay, I’d probably riot. Adam was an exception, but he didn’t make me cum nearly the same way women did.
Plus, I wasn’t really into rough sex. He was.
Adam was 200 pounds of pure steel, built like a freight train, and after sex, you felt like you were hit by one. Spanking, hair pulling, choking, slapping, stress positions. If Adam came, and the girl wasn’t bruised and unable to walk, he was in a sad mood until he could redeem himself.
For some girls, it was too much. Yet for the ones that were, they absolutely refused to leave him alone.
This is a tale of one specifically.
Let’s call her Linda.
Hot as hell. A textbook pornstar. An all american girl. A Blonde haired, blue eyed, big titty pornstar. A fit, beautiful body with perfect hips and ass to match. A voice that made you melt when she moaned. How her body rolled when my head was between her legs, or when she was grinding on me as we’re stripping each other naked, absolutely to die for. We hooked up a few times, and I’m upset it couldn’t be more.
None of this is an exaggeration, she literally could have won the genetics lottery.
Except for one thing. Linda loved to pretend that she was a slut, sleeping around and having one night stands.
The keyword there is pretend.
She got attached after sex. Quickly. By attached, I mean obsessed. Make her orgasm one time, she latched onto you like a bad habit. It was for that reason I had to block her number and cut the loss.
Adam however, took the hard way.
The two were a constant on-again, off-again toxic relationship. Where they fussed, fought, fucked to make up, then do it all over again.
I always wanted to ask “why are you even with her!?” But I knew.
That blonde bitch was down to fuck anywhere, anytime, any hole. In the library, she’d drain his balls before you could turn the page of the book you were reading. In his car, she’d hop in the backseat and let him plow her ass as hard as he liked. As you are reading this right now, she’d have already bounced her tight ass on his cock reverse cowgirl, and spin around to take his load to the face, and THEN take pictures of the facial to send him when he was in class later.
No naturally, one day their relationship fell apart beyond repair and it left me to spend an entire year building him back up and keeping him on the straight and narrow of healthy sex with much more stable women.
Life, of course, gets more complicated. I watch in horror as it could be undone right before my eyes.
We’re at the bar, Thursday night drink specials, just relaxing. Then, she shows up for the first time since their last time.
“Hey Erina! Hey Adam!”
I choke on my drink. Not only had she spoken to me like we were friends, she had the audacity to talk to me *at all.*
“So, I was just wondering what you two were up to tonight?”
I’m short with her, “Were busy.”
To which she refused to care. “Good, because I really, really need a favor.”
Adam and I stare at each other.
“Uh… depends?” he says unsure.
“Good! Because let me be honest. I am so. Fucking. Horny. And my last fuckbuddy dropped out. So, I was hoping that we could get back to old times, and just have one night. All of us.”
My jaw hits the floor that this bitch would have the audacity to even come up to me and ask me that, after I’ve seen the emotional toll that it put on my best friend.
“No.” I say. “Look, we’re not… into a threesome. And especially not after all the history here.”
“But you two hooked up. I don’t see how.”
“No. No no. It’s you. We’re not going down this road with you again.”
“Oh that!” She laughs like she forgot something, on some “Oh, silly me!” shit.
“Just once. I’m sorry. Just one night. I just want his cock, and your body and that’s it. I promise I won’t act up, or push you two into something, or make an issue. I am just literally trying to get fucked.”
Before I can say no, I can feel my clit throb, needing her. I’ve had some great sex since I cut ties with her, but those girls just weren’t *her.*
It looks like Adam feels the same. I see the bulge in his jeans.
*It’s just because she’s kinky and hot.*
“I’m out.” I scoff. I’m lying to myself, but I’m just as horny as she is.
Linda and I look at Adam, and he downs his beer, and slams the glass on the bar.
“One last time.” he says.
“Yay!” she squeals. “Thank you so much, I just really need this! Erina, are you coming too!?”
They both stare at me. I glare at Adam in a way that lets him know I disapprove. “I’m not responsible for whatever happens. I’m not going to join. But I’ll watch.”
“It’s settled.” Adam says. “But we’re doing it at your place.”
Linda jumps up and down. “We could bang one out in the bathroom stall for all I care. I just really need this. Thank you thank you.”
Adam and I pound our drinks, call a car and head to her apartment. It was close enough to walk, but Adam hates walking.
We arrive, and by the time the door closes Adam is immediately down to business like I’ve never seen before.
He picks Linda up, carries her to the bedroom and throws her on the bed. Layer by layer he rips the clothes off of her body, throwing them like paper in the wind. Her shirt? Ripped. Leggings? Torn off her body. Her lace thong? In tatters.
And Linda is in love with it. She giggles while Adam dominates her person and strips her naked.
Then Adam takes his clothes off and he whips out his fat, massive cock that shocks me everytime. It goes beyond well endowed and goes on to obnoxious. I mean how does that *fit in anything?*
I take my seat at the foot of the bed and get comfortable.
“Is this what you wanted?” Adam smacks Linda across the face. The other hand grabs her tits and squeezes them tight, crushing her pale melons and pretty pink nipples.
“So badly!”
“Well you’re really about to get it.”
Angling his head with her wet cunt, he slides his cock into her with a slam and she gasps like a forced breath of air.
She says “*Oh my fucking God-*”
Then his hand covers her mouth. He leans in and says “Shut up. You’re a proper slut, you can take it all.”
My hands dive into my pants and start rubbing furiously at my clit. Adam is possessed, grabbing her tight at the waist and starts relentlessly pounding her pussy. Like he’s trying to put his dick *through* her, rather than in her. As if he’s trying to break her frame apart.
He slaps her across the face. Smacks her tits. Chokes her until her orgasm face turns purple. And she’s in love with his hard body destroying her, treating her like a fucktoy he could care less about.
The performance is… best i can say… amazing.
Seeing her tits bounce and the noises she made when they were smacked around. Watching the looks in her eyes while Adam fucked her stupid. Looking at that elegant dick reappear and disappear inside her. Adam is a stamina monster. Not once does his rhythm break.
Adam forces her jaw open, then he leans in and spits in her mouth.
“Swallow that shit you fucking slut.” He forces her mouth closed with his hand, keeping her lips pressed together.
She swallows, then immediately goes wild. Her entire body spasms like invisible vibrators are stimulating every erogenous zone at max intensity. In the strongest orgasm I’ve ever seen, she screams while her body is pounded into oblivion. I rub myself faster and faster.
“OH MY FUUUUCK! She cries.
It’s like all the rage, anger and passion that he’s ever felt for her during their toxic situationship and he’s pouring it out in this stress relief fuck. Every argument, revenge fuck, and all the blocked calls, he’s using as fuel to pin her down, bang her senseless.
And every second of it is such a treat.
His hands force down on her chest between her breasts, pushing all the air out of her chest. He puts all his weight on her chest, pinning her tight body down to the mattress. She stares deep into his eyes while he uses her as nothing more than a cum dump. And it’s even more hot that it’s exactly what Linda wants to be.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Adam groans.
“Cum in me!” she screams. “I need it! Cum in me deep!”
Then, Adam makes me jaw drop. With deep, powerful pumps, he unsheathes his cock from her dripping twat, and forces it into her ass. She screams, but if it’s plain or pleasure, honestly can’t tell. Probably a dangerously high combination of both.
Adam thrusts powerfully, and his buried cock shoots his cum deep into her asshole, filling up her pretty brown star.
Then, silence. The three of us just sit in our positions, catching our breaths. Adam looms over Linda like she’s his prey. Linda lays limp, seeing stars at the daylights being fucked out of her.
And me? My hand is on my clit, my fingers are dripping wet, but I’ve stopped masturbating.
Watching those two go at it? Watching Adam dominate? Seeing such a gorgeous girl get fucked within an inch of her life and enjoy every second? It was mesmerizing.
“Adam. *OhmyGod.*” she says through hard breaths. “That was the best sex I’ve ever-”
Adam grabs her by the throat, not with a hard grip though, and forces her face to his where they kiss. A passionate makeout session of his tongue in her mouth. Adam with a romantic side that I’ve never seen before. My thoughts were, *“I want to make out like that!”* I’ve never been jealous like that before. It had my senses screaming.
As quickly as he started, Adams lips break with hers. He gets up to his feet.
“Last time,” he says. Then he starts getting dressed while Linda and I are trying to put ourselves together.
“Maybe… one more time?” She asks.
He repeats, “Last time.”
He finishes dressing and with no more words, no look back, he leaves. I follow. That final closure stress-relief fuck, and he looks like the Adam I knew before the craziness he went through with Linda.
I’ve never understood people who want to watch other people have sex. Not that it’s weird, but why watch when you could be having it?
I now have my answer.
And that’s when I realized, watching could be just as much, if not more, fun than actually having sex.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kbv4da/that_time_i_learned_watching_was_more_fun_true
Hot damn!