I threw my duffle bag down on my bed and collapsed on top of it. A twelve-hour drive was exhausting. The trip home had been my first trip home in several months. My sisters were happy to see their big brother home for a few days, plus Mom and Dad were glad to see I was doing okay. Well, as good as I could anyways. A three-day weekend at home was just what I needed to get my head back on right, considering recent events had led me to a dark place. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I was out of the darkness completely, but the trip home had definitely brightened me up a bit.
Staring up at the ceiling of my room in the three-bedroom apartment, I just zoned out. All I could think about was how I needed to focus on my studies and get into a routine, and in time the darkness and pain would fade. It was my third year at the University of Alabama, and I was working on my major studies. I wanted to get my business degree with a minor in marketing, and four years in the U.S. Navy paid for just about everything. The plan was to get my degree and then go work for my Dad, who currently ran our small family restaurant. I say small, but even in the midst of the pandemic we actually saw an increase in sales. Centrally located, the local manufacturing plants in our town were only a couple blocks away, and the patrons from those plants made our family business one of the most popular lunch spots for miles. Dinner sales weren’t bad either, especially on the weekends. Problem was, my Dad was getting old. Already two years past retirement age, the wear and tear of the job was taking a toll on him. Knowing how tough of an old geezer he really is, I judge he has another three years in him at least before he concedes. I wanted to be prepared to step in those shoes when that moment happens.
I heard the front door crash open, followed by the sound of male and female laughter and giggling. The abruptness of the moment snapped me back to reality from wherever I had zoned off to in my mind. Sounding like a herd of cattle in a china shop, they bumped and banged down the hallway outside of my room until they reached my door.
The girl looked back at me laying on my bed, with blond hair, blue eyes, a warm smile, and a thick frame reacting in surprise when she realized I was in my room, “Oh shit! Henry! We didn’t think you’d be home until later tonight!”
“Henry?” the male voice said as he tried to peek around the girl, “Hey bro! How was the trip? How are you folks doing?”
I sat up smiling, mildly amused at their surprised reactions to my presence, “Angel, Renee, good to see you two as well. The trip was good! Refreshing even. Would you believe me if I told you Brit pulled a twenty-pound cat from the river all by herself this weekend?”
“No fucking way!” Angel replied, the look of disbelief strewn across his face, “She’s what, eight years old now? Maybe ninety pounds?”
I held my hand up and pulled out my phone, pulling up the picture of my little sister holding up her prized catch of the day, a big toothy grin on her face.
“Good for her!” Angel said with excitement.
“She told me to tell you that next time you come to visit, you still owe her a ride on your motorcycle,” I teased him.
“I’ve actually already ordered her helmet and it will be here in time for her birthday,” he replied, clearly proud of himself.
Angel was an only child, and he came from money. His parents spent a lot of time out of the country and were some kind of politicians. Ever since we met our freshman year, he and I had been friends. He had spent several holidays at my family home. My sisters adored him, and he adored both of my sisters as if they were his own.
Renee perked up, “Hey, you got plans tonight?”
“Well, I was going to eat and wind down before starting a new week of courses,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
The two of them shared a laugh and Angel spoke up, “Bro, we aren’t having classes for at least two more days.”
“Wait, what? Why?” I asked, confused.
Angel rolled his eyes and sighed, “Of course you didn’t hear the news all the way down in podunk Texas.”
“What news?”
“There was a storm that rolled through here Saturday and a tornado landed near campus. Messed up a bunch of relays and transformers in the area. Power companies estimate at least another two days before they can fix everything and restore power to the campus again.”
“Well, there goes my plans for tonight,” I said with a sly smirk.
Renee giggled, “I tell you what, Angel and I were just fixin’ to head to my sister’s birthday party. She turns twenty-one today, and we are just having a small get-together with friends at my place. Consider yourself invited.”
A dark pit filled my stomach, “I don’t know…”
Renee came and sat beside me on my bed and started to rub my back to comfort me. Images of Emily, my now-ex-fiance, filled my mind, despite my best efforts to clear my mind of them. Two years we were together, and one night I was looking through PornHub and found a college party video that caught my eye. At first, it was a decent video. Slowly, the cameraman made it to the backroom, and there was this naked girl in the middle of the room, sucking and stroking four different guys. It was a hot video, and for a moment I enjoyed it. Then it was time for the money shot as three of the guys lined up at the same time and busted on her face. The cameraman pans to the last guy as he bends the girl over, fucks her fast and hard for a few minutes, and eventually finishes inside of her. The girl finally rolls over on the bed, cum dripping from her chin and pussy, and my heart drops. It was Emily. I know what you’re thinking, how did I know it was Emily? Even if it was, it could have been an old video? Firstly, I know it was her because she has a uniquely shaped birthmark on her left breast. Secondly? The hand she was using to shove cum into her mouth clearly displayed the engagement ring I had bought for her.
I confronted her about it, showed her the video, and she remembers the party, but she doesn’t remember any of that happening. All she remembers is there was a lot of alcohol, talking to her friends about her engagement ring, and then waking up in her friend’s dorm the next day. Emily seemed legitimately bothered by the video, and I looked past it and moved on with our relationship. Fast forward a couple of weeks later, Emily said she was at work, so I decided to go to a party and just blow off steam from the week. Angel and I went, drank, and played pool at the party. After about an hour, the beer started to hit my bladder, so I headed upstairs to piss. I heard screaming and moaning from a room to the right, and there were about six people outside of the door holding up phones and recording what was happening in the room. I let my curiosity get the best of me, and decided to take a peek at the girl getting railed in the room. I peek over someone’s shoulder and catch a glimpse of a girl wearing nothing but a pair of socks, held in the air by two guys, and getting double penetrated. She was moaning like a banshee high on bath salts and loving every second of it. I managed to elbow my way to get a better view. Surprise, surprise, Emily again. This time she turned her head towards the door and brushed the hair from her face with her hand, while still wearing the engagement ring. I don’t remember much after that. I had Angel take me home, and I spent the next couple of days getting blackout drunk. That was the start of my darkness that I couldn’t seem to shake, and I haven’t spoken to Emily since. Angel got the ring back for me, which I pawned, to buy more alcohol.
Renee spoke softly, “Henry, it’s been months since you broke things off. You need to get out and have some fun. You need to meet someone. Even if it’s only temporary, hooking up with someone will go a long way towards helping you forget about that slut.”
“Renee is right you know,” Angel chimed in, “You won’t forget about the old girl until you start having fun with a new one.”
“I mean, I know you’re both right,” I started to say before Renee interrupted me.
“But…” she said slowly, “You don’t feel like you’re ready to go out and chase women just yet.”
I nodded in agreement.
Renee crossed her arms, clearly fed up with my mopy attitude, “Alright, fine then Mr. Buzzkill. If you won’t go to a small party with just some friends, we will bring the party to you.”
I looked up at her, my heart gripped with terror, “But I…”
“Have no choice because you will be outvoted by your roommates,” she said with a mischievous grin peeking out of the corner of her mouth, “All I have to do is threaten to withhold sex from Angel, and he will agree without a fight. One call to Tiff, a suck and a swallow session later, and Adam will be onboard. Prove me wrong, I fucking dare you.”
She had me in a corner, and she knew it. Angel was leaning against my door and staring up at the ceiling, so no help from him. I wanted to be mad, but deep down, I knew Renee was right. I found the spine to look her in the eye. When I looked up, Renee had her arms crossed, one foot was tapping the floor, and her head was cocked to the side. She wore the look of a woman who wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Fine,” I grumbled.
“Fine… What?” She said, practically biting off the last syllable.
“I’ll go to the party,” I relented, holding up a finger and waving it at both of them, “But I make no promises of staying.”
She glared at me for a few more seconds, and her whole body seemed to relax. Her arms uncrossed, and the determination in her face ebbed away.
“That’s fair I guess. A step in the right direction at least, so I’ll take what I can get,” Renee declared as she walked towards my bedroom door. “We are leaving in thirty minutes, be ready!”
One hour later, the three of us pulled up to Renee’s place. Renee’s uncle was a successful real estate agent in the area and rented out the place to her and her three other roommates for cheap. It was a four-bed, two-bath residential home, complete with an inground pool in the backyard. The square footage was a bit small for four girls, but they made it work. Angel parked on the street, and we walked up the driveway and around to the backyard through the gate on the side of the house. Tiff and Adam were in the pool, chicken fighting with another couple I didn’t know. Tiff, shocked to see me at a party, waved excited at me moments before the other girl shoved her clean off Adam’s shoulders. I couldn’t help but laugh at the squeak she made as she hit the water.
I let Renee walk in first, and followed Angel in behind her. There were six other girls, and three other guys inside, drinking out of solo cups and standing around the kitchen counter. Some of the girls were fully dressed, but most of them were in some degree of a bikini, all wearing big smiles on their faces. The sound of cheerful chatter and conversation filled the room as I closed the sliding door behind me.
“Hey yall!” With her deep southern accent, Renee said, “This is a friend of mine, and Angel’s other roommate, Henry.”
A chorus of “Hey Henry,” rang out from all members present in the room.
“Want something to drink?” Renee asked, grabbing a solo cup from the stack.
“Just a rum and coke please,” I said softly.
“Hey Eli, can you get Henry a rum and coke?” she said, handing off the solo cup.
All I saw was the flash of red hair and a red bikini top beyond the rest of the crowd in the kitchen. Moments later, she appeared from behind the counter and approached me with my drink in her hand. My breath caught in my chest. Gorgeous baby blue eyes, framed by a narrow, slim face stared back at me. Freckled cheeks complimented her milky white skin, and a deep red head of hair that reached down to her B-cup breasts looked silky and smooth to the touch. She was gorgeous and sexy, and I can honestly say that this was the first time a girl’s appearance literally took my breath away. Her smooth stomach and toned thighs teased my eyes, as her hips swayed with every step.
Renee bumped me from behind, “By the way, that’s my sister Eli, and she’s the birthday girl, so be nice.”
“Here you go,” Eli said as she handed me the solo cup.
“Thank you!” I said as I brought the cup to my lips and took a swig.
The mix was perfect, not too much rum, not too little coke.
“Wow, this is great,” I told her, “How did you learn to mix a rum and coke like this?”
“I spent some time over the summer working part-time as a bartender,” Eli said, studying my face like she was looking for something. “You know, you look really familiar. Have we met before?”
“I don’t think so?” I said, looking at her closely, “It’s possible we passed each other on campus before.”
“Maybe,” she said, as she tilted her head, “I swear we’ve met before.”
I felt a little awkward being analyzed so closely, so I said something quickly to change the subject, “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks!” Eli replied with a smile and then went back behind the counter to refill her drink.
I made my way to the dining room and sat at the table quietly as I nursed my drink. Renee was right, it was nice getting out again and socializing. I don’t think I was emotionally or mentally ready for a big block party just yet, but this was a good start. I couldn’t help but stealing glances at Eli from time to time. She was absolutely stunning. I’ve always been attracted to redheads, but who isn’t? All I can say is her eyes were absolutely mesmerizing. Renee caught my gaze for a moment and mouthed to me, asking if I was ok. I gave a quick smile and a thumbs up and just went back to my drink. When I glanced back at Eli, she was staring right at me, her baby blue eyes locked on me from over the top of her solo cup. Shit, she caught me looking at her. Before I could react, her hips were swaying as she glided across the room and sat next to me at the table.
After a not so gentle jab with her elbow to my bicep, she spoke softly, “It’s my birthday, and you’re ruining the mood sitting over here moping. What’s the problem?”
“What? I’m not moping!” I said defensively.
“You haven’t said a damned word hardly since you got here and you’re sitting alone, away from and avoiding everyone else. You’re moping,” Eli said as she cocked her head to the side the same way Renee does.
“I just haven’t been out in a while. I had some pretty bad experiences at parties a couple of months ago, so I’ve kind of just been avoiding them altogether,” I said, leaving out the important details and not wanting to give my life story to a stranger, albeit a drop-dead gorgeous stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
“It’s ok,” she told me with a smile and jabbing my arm again, “You’re cute for a lightweight, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I rolled my eyes, “I am not a lightweight.”
“Says the pussy nursing a rum and coke!” she teased.
“Wow,” I exclaimed as her comment took me by surprise, “Excuse me, Eli, I am going to go catch up with Adam and Tiffany. It was nice meeting you.”
“Mmhmm,” she said, waving her hand as she brought her cup to her lips.
I stood up from the table and started to walk towards the back door. Taking a moment, I turned to steal a glance at Eli once more. At that moment, I ran into one of the other guys at the party, almost knocking him down.
“Shit, my bad dude. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I apologized.
“OH MY GOD!” I heard Eli exclaim loudly behind me.
Turning quickly, I met her gaze and saw her hands were covering her mouth.
“I remember you now!” she said with wide eyes, “You’re the asshole who knocked me to the ground and broke my wrist after he pushed through the crowd after seeing his fiance getting double penetrated by two jocks at a party!”
FUCK.
“Shitty thing is, even after you freaked out, she didn’t even slow down. They filled both of her holes like she was a twinkie. Those two jocks were the second group to fuck her that night, and she fucked two more after you left. You must be pretty lacking downstairs if she has to turn to roided out jocks for a good time. Hell, come to think of it, her dorm room might as well be a revolving door as many guys that are in and out of there every day.”
I was going to be sick. I wanted to vomit. I glared at Renne, but she was no help with her deer in headlights look. She was torn between the pain and emotional trauma she knew I was dealing with right now, and loyalty to her sister. The whole room was staring at me. I must look like a fucking fool just standing there. Fuck this party, I’m out.
“Go to hell you fucking ginger bitch,” I told Eli in a fit of rage, giving her the middle finger as I barrelled out the back door.
It was dark out, and I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I didn’t want to be there anymore. I walked down the street for I don’t even know how long, feeling angrier than I’ve felt in years. I just put one foot in front of the other and kept walking. Much to my surprise, I wasn’t even mad about Emily, and the drastic overshare that Eli had provided. I was mad because I was humiliated in front of everyone. All of my personal business was put on display in front of people I didn’t even know. On top of it all, I was mad at myself, because I remembered crashing into someone as I tried to get out of the doorway where I stood watching Emily get double-teamed. I had no idea it was a girl, nor that I had actually hurt her. I felt horrible. Just when I had walked out most of the rage from my body, I heard a car slow behind me. When I looked back, the headlights temporarily blinded me. I assumed it was Angel picking me up to take me back to our apartment. As the car pulled up, I realized it was a small compact, maybe an Elantra. When the glare of the headlights cleared my vision, I realized it was in fact Eli behind the wheel.
“Leave me alone,” I said a little louder than I wanted to and started to walk faster.
“Stop being a pussy and get in the car,” she challenged.
“I said leave me the fuck alone,” I growled.
Several moments passed as she followed alongside me in her car.
“Fine. If I show you my tits, will you get in the car then?” Eli asked.
Rage burned in my stomach as I turned towards her, “I said leave me the fu-”
Boobs. Not just boobs, but smooth, freckle speckled, B-cups with cute little pink nipples that just reached out for me. What can I say I’m a guy. Show me a nice pair of breasts and I forget what I am mad about at that moment. I reacted just how most straight guys would react to breasts like Eli’s. Bite me. They were certainly nice enough to stop me dead in my tracks.
She giggled as she tucked her breasts back into her bikini top, “Will you get in the car now, please?”
I relented and walked over to the passenger side and climbed into the seat.
“How far did I get?” I said awkwardly, trying to break the silence.
“Almost five miles, actually. Kind of impressive,” Eli said with a tinge of respect to her tone.
We endured more awkward silence until finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Sorry I broke your wrist,” I said realizing how stupid I sounded after I said it.
“Don’t worry about it. It was a small hairline fracture anyways, so it was healed up in a couple of weeks.”
“Still, I feel horrible. If I had known, I would have-”
“Don’t” she cut me off, “Don’t do that. I can only imagine what you must have been feeling after seeing your fiance that night. If your reaction to seeing her getting used like that was any indication of how you really felt about her, then I’d say it’s probably a safe bet that my wrist was healed way before your heart was. How long were yall together?”
“Year and a half, engaged for six months,” I said softly. “Can we change the subject?”
“No. Man the fuck up. I am a psychology major,” she quipped, her tone becoming more demanding, “You NEED to talk about this. Now tell me how many women have you been with since her?”
“None.”
“Why not?”
“Just didn’t feel like it.”
“Feel like what? Getting laid? Or didn’t feel like falling in love again?”
I couldn’t tell if I was being analyzed by a want-to-be shrink, or interrogated, “Maybe a bit of both?”
“Or maybe it’s because you’re afraid your little dick is going to push the next girl into someone else’s arms, or pants like it did with Emily,” Eli teased.
I didn’t respond to what was clearly a jab to get me flustered and express more emotion. We pulled into the driveway and got out, walking silently up the driveway together. She unlocked the side door leading into the garage, flipped on the light, yanking me by the collar into the garage. Pulling me by the collar, she led me up some stairs and flipped on another light switch before opening another door. Roughly, she shoved me into what was apparently a small apartment above the garage, locked the door behind me, and pointed towards a pink bed with at least fifteen stuffed animals ranging from unicorns to bunnies.
“Sit,” Eli said sternly with a tone that made it a borderline threat.
Not sure what to make of the moment, I sat down on the bed. Eli pulled a rolling chair from the desk opposite the room of the bed. She sat in the chair and crossed her arms at me, with that signature head tilt that she and her sister shared.
“This is how this is going to work. The more you open up and talk, the more I will take off,” she started.
“You’re in a bikini and flip-flops. This is going to be a quick session,” I said, blinking rapidly in surprise.
She sneered at me before kicking a flip-flop off at me, “Ok smartass. I’ll make it work. Tell me, what did you do after you watched Emily getting fucked and filled by two big jocks that stretched her little holes out?”
“Do you have to put it like that?”
“Yes. Yes, the fuck I do,” she said ruthlessly, “Now answer the question.”
“I went home and spent the next week blackout drunk.”
“Why?”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” I said quietly.
She didn’t have to say anything. Her glare of irritation said everything.
“FINE. I drank because I didn’t want to feel the pain. Happy now?”
“Now we are talking,” Eli said as she stood up, turned around, and untied her bikini top. “Did you at least get the ring back? I saw that ring on her finger as both of those jocks pumped their loads into her while she screamed in pleasure, and all I could think was that some unlucky guy out there was going to be sad that the ring went to the wrong girl.”
I swallowed hard, trying to clear the mental image of Emily oozing other men’s cum from her holes, “Yes.”
“And what did you do with the ring after you got it back?” she asked, holding her bikini top over her breasts.
“I pawned it. For more alcohol,” I said sheepishly.
Eli’s bikini top fell to the floor. She took a few steps closer to me, hands on the back of her head as her breasts jiggled with each step towards me. Stopping just out of arms’ length, she smiled and proceeded with her questions.
“Why haven’t you been with another woman since the break-up?” she asked with a teasing smile.
I cleared my throat, “Honestly? There’s a couple of reasons.”
“Go on,” Eli insisted, her thumb playing along the strings of her bikini bottoms.
“Firstly, I’m scared to fall in love again. Emily wasn’t my first love, but I dedicated myself completely to her for two years. I looked pasted the first instance of her drunken sexscipade because I was naive and innocent enough to think her apologies were genuine. Secondly, I am terrified that the next girl I meet won’t be able to handle my emotional baggage from my last relationship. As a result of that, someone who might actually be a really great catch could end up being just a rebound girl.”
Eli tugged at the strings of her bikini bottoms, letting the fabric fall just enough to reveal the top of the red-orange hair that covered her mound. Slowly, she turned around, the fabric falling away to reveal the curves of her hips and a succulent ass. I hated being teased, but I was loving the show she was putting on.
“Tell me about the first instance that you caught her. I didn’t realize that happened more than once.”
I swallowed hard again, a lump forming in my throat as I looked down at my hands in my lap. Eli reached down and placed her hand under my chin, slowly lifting my face to meet her gaze. In the other hand, she held her bikini bottoms and dropped them to the floor. I looked down and gazed in wonder at her neatly trimmed bush and pink folds peeking out from between her soft mounds. She grabbed my hands and held them in the air as she straddled me. Slowly, she leaned in, letting her nipple brush against my cheek.
“Tell me,” she whispered into my ear.
It took me a moment to find the words, this beautiful goddess sitting naked in my lap making for a compelling distraction to my thoughts, “Short version? Imagine scrolling through PornHub, finding a video that catches your eye, and you start taking care of business. Well in the video I was watching, a girl was sucking off a group of guys in the back room of a party. One by one, I watch as the guys cum on her face. They never showed a good angle of her face, and the lighting was dark, so it was hard to make out facial features. Finally, the last guy takes position behind the girl, fucks her silly for a couple of minutes until shooting a massive load inside of her pussy. Now imaging right as you’re about to cum, the girl finally turns around and it’s your fiance you proposed to a few weeks ago.”
Eli pulled my shirt over my head and started to slowly kiss my neck, “Good. Now tell me what you think made her do those things.”
“Alcohol, if I had to guess. She was drunk each time it happened. So I’d say being drunk, lowered inhibitions, and all that,” I told her as I let my hands wander towards her ass.
She grabbed my hands and placed them back on her hips, “Not yet, I still have a flip-flop on. What if I told you Emily was a prostitute?”
“Wait, what?” I asked, caught by surprise.
Eli slipped her flip-flop off and threw it across the room, “She was a prostitute, Henry. Has been for years. My dorm room is across the hall from hers and she’s been fucking guys, and girls, for money since freshman orientation. Hell, she fucked like ten guys that night at the party and probably made over a grand in the process.”
The realization that Emily was prostituting herself out flipped my whole outlook on the situation on its head, “So what was I to her then? Free room and board? Somewhere for her to live for free and eat meals at?”
The pity in Eli’s eyes was unmistakable, “Pretty much. Face it, she used you. Turns out it wasn’t your little dick that pushed her away after all.”
“Oh, would you stop it! I do not have a small dick!” I said, getting flustered by her continuous verbal jabs, “I mean, it’s not like I’m packing ten inches as big around like a baseball bat, but I’d say it’s average at least.”
“Henry,” she shouted.
“What?!” I shouted back.
“I am butt naked, in your lap, thighs spread apart and waiting for you. I can’t even feel your boner pushing on my pussy like you should be. Either you have a little dick, or you aren’t into women anymore. Which is it?” Eli asked as she held my face in her hands.
I glared at her, “Even if I do have a little dick, I don’t need it to quench your little fire crotch.”
She laughed, “Oh if I had a nickel for every time a guy said that to me.”
Enough of this questions game. In one swift movement, I scooped my arms up under her leg and lifted her. Quickly I turned on the bed and pinned her to the wall. Moving my hands to her ass, I pushed her slender frame up the wall until her pussy was level with my face. Using my thumbs on her inner thighs, I spread her apart, revealing the slick, wet pink flower beneath her folds.
“Henry, what are you-” I heard her start to say before my tongue found her clit and her thighs tightened around my head.
Relentlessly I tongued her pleasure button, licking, sucking, and teasing her. I could feel her wetness dripping down my chin already as her thighs gripped my head tightly, and her fingers pulled and teased clumps of my hair. Muffled sounds of moaning reached my ears through her thighs. I continued my oral assault of her clit, feeling her juices drip down my chin, onto my neck, and down my chest as I buried myself between her thighs. Her body started to tremble and the muffled moans grew louder. Her hips started to rock and forth as she pulled tighter on my hair, and I could feel my manhood beginning to grow stiffer than it had in months. With a few more licks to get to the center of her pussy-pop, I was rewarded with a gush of fluid from her for my efforts as her whole body shook like an earthquake. Her thighs squeezed at the sides of my head as she shook, and her hands gripped my head and pulled. When the trembling stopped, only then did I let her down the wall onto the bed.
“Okay!” she said, gasping for breath, “I take it back! You were right! Definitely don’t need to use your dick to quench my fire. Shit, I’ve been with girls that can’t even eat pussy that good. Where did you learn that?”
“You really want to know?” I teased.
She nodded her head, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Google. I got bored one night my freshman year and spent a few hours going down an oral sex rabbit hole on the internet, and I haven’t met a girl yet I can’t make orgasm with just my tongue,” I told her honestly.
She shot up like a rocket and wrapped her arms around my neck, “I hope you fuck as well as you eat pussy. I really want some dick after that teaser.”
I pulled down my shorts and my dick flopped out, slapping her stomach with a sharp smacking sound. She looked down and covered her mouth with her hand. The look on her face and her wide baby blues when she looked back up at me told me she wasn’t expecting me to have what I had in my pants.
“I thought you said you were average!” she exclaimed.
“I am? I mean, I thought I was. Maybe on the lower side of average? All I know is I’ve never had any complaints,” I said nervously.
“Henry,” she said slowly, “My body count is in the forties, so I have a pretty good idea of what average is. I can say without a doubt you are above average.”
“Really?” I said as she hopped off the bed and ran over to her desk across the room.
I shit you not, Eli comes back with a plastic ruler. She takes some quick measurements, then pushes me down on the bed. Straddling me, she holds my dick up to her stomach.
“Henry, the average is around five to six inches, maybe an inch to an inch and a half in girth. You are seven and a half inches long, and almost two and a half inches thick. Shit! I mean look at it! I am four foot ten, and your cock is maybe half an inch short of my belly button. You aren’t the longest I’ve had in me, but you might just be the thickest.”
She seemed a bit scared if I had to guess, “Is that a problem?”
I felt her fingers wrap around my cock as she pressed my tip against her opening, “The only problem is that your above average dick isn’t inside of me yet.”
With that, she shifted her hips and I started to slip inside of her. Slowly, Eli eased me inside of her, pausing to take a breath every other inch or so, until she’d taken my full length inside of her.
“Emily was a damned fool for giving up a cock like this,” Eli moaned softly, “Fuck I can’t remember the last time a dick made me feel this good.”
I sat up quickly, wrapped my arms around her, and flipped her over onto her back. I laid on top of her, pinning her arms to her sides with a tight embrace, and gave her long, deep, slow strokes. With every thrust, her hands gripped my sides tightly.
“Faster,” she begged in my ear.
Sitting up, I took her wrists in my hand and pinned them above her head. Slowly, watching for any sign of discomfort, I picked up the moment while still trying to maintain the depth of my penetration into her. Before I knew it, the bed frame was rocking back and forth as I was thrusting in and out of her with speed. She moaned with every thrust into her and I felt her legs lock around my waist. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as I felt her insides tighten around me. After several moments she moaned loudly, gasping for air as her orgasm released her from its bonds.
“Stop, stop, stop!” she gasped between moans of pleasure.
I was afraid I might have been too rough with her, “Something wrong?”
“No! I’m fine! I was wondering if we could do doggy?”
“Of course!” I said, leaning back.
Eli rolled onto her stomach, lifted her butt into the air, and leaned back, her pussy spreading wide as she did so. I couldn’t help but admire the view for a moment, her freckled ass soaked with her juices, and her pink folds swollen from the beating they’d just endured. I positioned myself behind her, easing my tip between her folds and slipping inside of her with ease this time.
“I want you to grab my hips and fuck me as hard as you can. Take those last few months of anger and frustration and channel it into your cock. I may look small, but I can take it, and I fucking need it,” she challenged.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass to me, shoving the rest of my length inside of her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as I filled her again. Taking her challenge, I didn’t even bother to ease into this time. I took hold of her hips and slammed my cock in and out of her as hard and fast as I could manage. Nothing was held back. Just like she asked for, I channeled everything into my cock, and her. I watched as her hands gripped handfuls of her pillows and listened to the sweet, seductive sounds of her moans as I ravaged her pussy. She buried her face into pillows and screamed as an orgasm took her over. I didn’t want her to hide the sounds of her pleasure. I wanted to hear her scream in ecstasy. So, I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, and lifted her head off the pillow as I drove deep into her, sending her screaming into another orgasm.
Her legs shook uncontrollably through her third orgasm, and she fell forward onto the bed after they finally gave out on her. I followed her down into the prone-bone position and listened to the sound of her satisfied breathing as I continued with deep thrust after deep thrust into her. Damn was she tight. For someone with a body count in the forties, her pink little pussy was taking and squeezing every inch I had to give her. Even sex with Emily had never felt this good. I felt my climax approaching and I closed my eyes and focused on the angle of penetration and sensation of how good Eli’s pussy made my cock feel. She pulled at my arms until I was laying on top of her, my mouth next to her ear. Her fingers laced between mine as the pressure in my groin grew in pressure, and she pulled me in tight to her. Finally, I could hold back no longer and groaned and moaned loudly as months of depression and pent-up sexual anxiety spilled out of me with enough fury to make Eli moan as the first blast of my seed shot into her. I held her hips against me as I let every twitch of my cock fill her more and more. The sensual sounds of her moans as I filled her was music to my ears. With a shudder of pleasure rippling through me, and the last vestiges of my seed spilling into her, I collapsed next to her on the bed.
For several minutes we laid there catching our breath. Eli’s fingers stroked my hair as I came down from the experience. I opened my eyes to see her baby blues staring back at me and Eli grinning from ear to ear. Then the post-nut clarity kicked in. I sat up quickly, panic gripping my chest. I glanced between her thighs to make sure I was remembering things correctly. Sure enough, thick globs of cum slowly leaked from her pink folds onto her thighs.
“Oh my God!” I freaked, “I just came inside of you! I’m so sorry! I was in the heat of the moment and I wasn’t thinking! Are you even on birth control?”
“Nope!” she replied cheerfully.
“Eli, I’m so sorry!”
She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down to her, kissing me deeply.
“Henry, it’s ok!” she assured me, “I was a little freaked out at first when I knew it was going to happen, but when your first squirt hit my insides, I exploded into another orgasm. Oh my God. The more you came inside of me, the more cum I wanted inside of me! I can’t tell you how good it feels right now with all that cum inside of me. My insides are so warm and tingly right now and I love it! I hope you cum in me more in the future!”
“In the future? As in like friends with benefits? Or like a couple?” I asked, unsure what she meant.
“You keep fucking me like that and I will be whatever you want me to be. Rebound chick, friends with benefits, or girlfriend, whatever you want,” she said as she ran her nails down my chest, “Seriously Henry, you’re a damn catch. You’re smart, you’re open about your feelings, handsome, and not to mention have an amazing dick. I’d be crazy to pass you up.”
“You aren’t worried you’ll be a rebound chick?” I asked, feeling guilty.
Eli kissed me deeply again, “Something deep down tells me that won’t be the case. Now come on, let’s get back to the party.”
We climbed off the bed and shuffled around the room collecting our clothes. It took her no time at all to get her bikini back on. I took her hand in mine as she unlocked the door and we stepped down the stairs together. As we reached down the bottom of the stairs, an eruption of cheering made both of us jump with surprise. We turned to see EVERYONE at the party below the apartment cheering as we descended the stairs. Renee was standing with her arms crossed and head turned to the side, glaring at me. Oh shit. She rushed over towards us and held a finger in my face.
“Henry, when I said you need to get out and have fun, I didn’t mean with my sister!” she yelled, and then directed her wrath to Eli. “And you, Elaine Annabelle Masters! What have I told you about making bad decisions when it comes to men? What were yall two doing up there?”
“He was giving me a birthday present!” Eli said as innocently as possible.
Renee pointed towards the growing wet spot in Eli’s bikini bottoms, “Must have been some birthday present.”
“Bigger than most of the toys I already have. I definitely had fun playing with it,” Eli led on.
“Eli, I didn’t need to know that,” Renee protested as she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head, “Seriously girl! What were you thinking?”
Eli grabbed my arm with both of her hands and shook me as she bounced excitedly, “He made a cute face at me. Can I keep him?”
Renee’s eyes cut towards me, and then back to Eli. She let out a long sigh, and all of her irritation seemed to melt away.
“You know, as far as guys go, I’d say you finally picked a good one. Probably couldn’t have found a better one for you myself,” Renee said as she gave me a wink and squeezed my other arm, “But! Don’t forget to feed and water him regularly. And he needs a bath at least once a week.”
“What the hell!” I protested, “I am not a damned dog!”
Stay tuned for part 2!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p8adwi/playing_with_fire_part_1_male_perspective_minor
Really enjoyed this! Great writing and can’t wait for part 2.