The show’s warm water was relaxing and therapeutic. I just stood there and rotated allowing its soothing kisses and carresses explore the curves of my body. My mind traversed my emotions as I recapped the entirety of my time in the apartment. I always loved sex, but I never had done anything like I have in the past few days before. It was like a carnal itch was finally getting scratched. I wanted more.
I thought about Red’s confession, how she wanted to be double fucked by Jake and my boyfriend. Fuck, I wanted to see that. I imagined licking the bases of their dicks while they pumped her senseless. Watch moothem throb and pulse as they dump their loads then eat out their seeds as it oozes out from her holes. Fuck.
I was still so fucking horny. I found myself rubbing my clit. I leaned back so the shower would rain down on my tenderness. My pussy was a little sore from Red’s fisting, but it didn’t matter. The want for more pleasure overwrote any pain.
Outside of the bathroom, Jake and Red were waiting for me. They had already taken their showers while I took the time to change the sheets on his bed. I could’ve probably asked him to come in and help me. Let him pound me senseless like that first day of our exploration of each other. I loved how he used me like a fucking toy. But, he probably needed to recover. I doubt he could have gotten hard again this quickly after a session like that.
I was pulled from my daydreaming by the doorbell. The pizza that Jake had ordered was here. I continued rubbing my clit thinking about Jake’s dick. I felt it building up. I was going to cum and I really needed to. Then the doorbell rang again.
“Guys?” I yelled over the running water. No response. “Guys!?” Again, there was no response. I turned off the water and carefully hurried to the door. I peeked out. They weren’t there and there were no sounds of shuffling or movement. Fuck. The doorbell again, this time followed by a knock. “One sec!” I shouted.
I panicked, and the knock was more huried than before. I had only brought a black thong and a fitted white t-shirt with me. I was not expecting to be in a situation like this. I hurriedly put on the top and thong and checked my phone which I had left on silent. There was a new message.
Red: “We went to get more beer. $$$ is on the coffee table. Should be back before tho.”
The delivery guy knocked again and I walked out of the bathroom. My pussy was still burning up. “Coming!” I yelled. Peeved and flustered, I went to the door. My wet feet slapped against the hard wood as I stomped over.
When I opened the door, I felt the breeze of the cool outside air touch the wetness of my bare legs, and tickle up to my crotch. My frustration turned to nerves as I remembered how exposing my attire was. The guy holding the pizza stood there, his shock was painted all over his face, as I’m sure my embarrassment was on mine.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
His eyes were fixed on my tits, which we’re now clearly visible and defined by the clinging wet shirt. I felt his eyes running along my body as they quickly caught their glimpse of my thong which was uncovered by the shirt which stopped just below my belly button. It was only a second but it felt like he was ravaging my image for an hour. My pussy twitched.
He collected himself. “Not a problem,” he said in a very professional manner. “Uh, that’ll be $14.97.”
I realized that, in my haste to answer the door, I had forgotten to grab the cash from the coffee table.
“Shit,” I said. “Let me grab the money. You can come in for a sec. Close the door.”
In hindsight, I can totally see how he would view the situation. But at that moment I was too flustered to have thought it through. I could have told him to wait at the door, but instead I invited him in. My pussy continued to beg for attention. I could feel his eyes watch in my bare ass as I walked back into the living room.
I stopped at the table. The twenty was sitting at its center, anchored by a half drank beer. I bent over to collect it, when I felt a hand touch my ass. I stood up as the shock forced me to react and turned. He was right behind me, the pizza box resting on the chair where I was sitting. He put both his hands on my waist. It was all so sudden, my mind didn’t have a moment to register exactly what the situation was. He looped his pinkies around my g-string. The flick of his fingers and the warm yet dry touch of his hands against my still wet skin. I let out a gasp, and my breathing had grown heavy. My pussy was ready. Ready for whatever this young man was going to do to me.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked.
I don’t know if it was instinct or not, but my hand went for his crotch where it proceeded to rub along the length of his cock. “Does it matter?” I asked.
In a flash of a second, I felt the violent upward tug on my thong that pulled up into my clit. The force sent a jolt through my body that caused a gasp of excitement to escape me and my eyes to roll back. There was quick pop of the string snapping. He grabbed me with one arm, his palm flat against my back above my ass, and he pulled me into him. He leaned in and kissed me. After the first few awkward lashes with our tongues, we found our rhythm. His tongue was dry and rougher than Jake’s. The tongue of a smoker and a coffee or red bull enthusiast.
He slipped two fingers upward inside me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He said, quickly moving back in for a vigorous make out. The wet sounds of his open palm slapping my clit kept blanking my mind.
“Mmhmm,” I said, my lips muffled by his. My pussy was going crazy around his two fingers that he was jabbing in me. He was so rough and so eager. I started to feel like a fuck toy. I pulled my head from his. “Oh, fuck!” I felt my tormented pussy clench down and release. My legs became weak as I came, juices flowing down his hand. He pulled them out and I sank to the floor. My hands rested on his thighs.
“Holy shit,” he said. “Are you okay?” It was a stupid question I thought.
I brought my head up to look at him. I didn’t say anything. At that point I was nothing but a cock hungry whore. My hands undid his belt and pants. I ripped them down to his knees. I remember the smell of searlt from his cock, already weeping with pre-cum. I bobbed forward and took his length into my mouth. I moved back and forth like I couldn’t get enough.
“Jesus,” he said. His dick throbbed between my lips. The sounds of my spit and sucking filled the room. His sweaty dick was driving me crazy. “Oh shit, you crazy bitch,” he said. He placed both hands firmly on the sides of my head. Then he began to thrust at a speed I had never experienced in my sexual excapades. The sounds of sucking turned to gagging as he relentlessly fucked my face. “You were fucking made for this! You feel so fucking good. Holy shit!” His dick was pounding into my throat. Drool began to trail down my chin as it dripped down onto my tits. I reached around and placed my hands on his ass. I met his rhythm, then on one of his back thrusts, threw my head forward and pulled him in. My nose pressed hard against his pelvis. The water rolled from my eyes. “Fuck! Fuck! Ho’ shit! Jesus.” I felt his ass and legs tremble. He was close.
He pulled out of my throat and I gasped for air. I began to play with my pussy. It was flooding. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed that fucking dick in me. He pulled off his pants from his ankles and picked me up. Holding me up by my ass, I felt his cock rub the length of my hole with each step as he carried me. His arms shook and it was clear he couldn’t maintain the position for too long. He spun around and dropped onto the couch. I thought his dick was going to shove right up inside me upon landing. How I wished it had. Instead he was sandwiched between my ass cheeks. I moved my hips, rubbing my wetness along his length. I gave an exasperated sound as I felt his dick catch on my asshole. “Oh!”
I continued to lube up his cock with my fluids, when one of his hands slid from my cheek. He reached downward and slid a single finger into my ass.
“Oh, fuck!” I yelled. I continued my motions, working his finger in and out of my forbidden depths. “So fucking hot. Oh my god.”
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said. “Slutty cunt like you don’t care who you get it from. Oh, God, I need to fuck you.” His harsh and demeaning words triggered the animal within me.
“What are you waiting for then? Do it!” I begged. “I want you to do it. Fuck your little whore. I want to feel you explode inside me.”
He lifted me up into a squat. I grabbed his dick and lined up the landing. I inched down, feeling his tip against my pussy. Savoring the feeling of his strange dick. Slowly. This was it, a complete stranger’s raw cock touching my pussy. My opening stretched as his head eased in. The baroness of his skin rubbing against mine. A little further.
“Oh, shit,” I said as my pussy closed around the plump head of his cock. I slowly began to ease down, ready to take his entirety into me. Then the front door opened.
“Holy shit!” Red said, standing at the door. Her smile was one of glee. It was the same expression as on Jake’s.
The delivery guy pulled me off of him and he stood up. There was a look of shock on his face. The confidence he had displayed was gone.
Red laughed as he grabbed his pants and proceeded to put them on as quickly as possible. “Have you guys always provided this service or is this new?”
He looked at me, embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he said, and then walked out of the apartment.
“Well…I am definitely ordering from there again,” Red said. She looked down to the coffee table where the twenty still remained beneath the beer can. “Fuck yeah! Pizza’s free.”
I had forgotten about the pizza. I was hungry. And my pussy still was too.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x7odry/the_break_and_the_bestfriend_pt_4