[MFF] In which my ex teased her friend with the sounds of us fucking so bad that her friend ended up watching us

DISCLAIMER: This story takes places about four years ago, back when we were all 19/20, hence the age difference in my other posts. We’re all four years older now, because that’s how time works. The above ages are from this story’s time.

Lacy was probably the wildest partner I had at the time. She was breaking free from a strictly religious upbringing and flaunting her sexuality as if it were the first flag to ever be planted atop a previously un-championed mountain. She was proud of her pussy and the poundings she could both take and dish out. She was the type who went unsatisfied unless you had to beg her to stop because your dick was about to snap. This story’s events are probably one of the freakier things we did. I’m sure she’s out there still very much the same, only now she’s probably a dominatrix stomping on men’s balls or something equally graphic.

We complimented each other excellently. We’re both sylphlike, flexible, toned, *eager*. She was naturally blonde as a child of the corn. She left her bush perfectly, almost artistically, trimmed–a cute triangle blonde patch right above a small pink pussy. She was a short gal with elfish features (I always think of Lauren Mayberry of CHVRCHES trying to describe her, which might explain why I was so hot for her because I love that band). She kept her nails long and constantly polished. She was a B-cup with ghost nipples that hardened at the mere thought of anything vaguely sexual. You’d notice their arrival because she hated wearing bras and her tits would constantly try to break from the too-small t-shirts she wore constantly. Her family disowned her after she graduated (JWs did not approve of her… well, anything), and as soon as she was cut off from them she took to showing herself off in any way possible. Her navel, arms, legs–they were always on display thanks to a closet filled exclusively with crop tops, mini skirts, and booty shorts. Around the house she’d wear a sports bra and panties. The outside world was treated to something only partially more modest. No one complained.

Anyway…

Lacy and I were in the car one night. Neither of us had a place of our own (shut-in roommates), so we did what any person without any privacy but that of a car does and parked someplace dark and secluded, killed the engine, and crawled into the back seat. It was dead winter and her car had the heating capacity of a snowman armed with a leafblower; if we needed warmth there was really no other option but to hop in back and fuck and hope the body heat and hot breath would defrost the car. I remember she had this dinky heater that somehow made the car even colder. I think she was an ice vampire, because it really didn’t bother her.

Until we were laid across the cramped back seat, that is. I can remember this night specifically because I was shocked by her behaviour lol we crammed ourselves in the back, and Lacy, being a thoughtful, considerate, prudent partner, pushed my head down between her legs with one simple request: “Make me cum first.”

I love eating girls out and sucking dick. It’s good to have a passion and I’ve made it my goal to be a master of head (it’s half the reason I got a tongue ring lol). So I crouched between seats and sucked her over her yoga pants. I could feel the meaty chub of her puff between my lips, so I ate like I was trying to break through the fabric itself. She melted and sighed. “Good boy,” she laughed. “Goooood boy!”

She would jerk and twist like she needed to get away, but she’d never in a million years think of wriggling out of reach. Car sex was great sex but I could only stand the cold so long before I had to warm myself up too, so after a hot couple minutes I raised myself up and took her pants with me, pushed her plain, grey panties to the side and swept her juices along her pussy with my thumb, taking extra care to flick at her clit and rub her folds open. I could smell her–an amazing fragrance. She smelled ready.

I unbuckled myself as we locked eyes. She wanted it. I only held back long enough to spit on my cock before holding her pussy open and stabbing myself into her. She bucked and squealed like I’d just slapped her across the room, but after a few long, loving strokes she was purring. “Good girl,” I said. “Good girl.” I didn’t bother hiding the cocky look plastered on my face, and she melted further into the seat, basically a puddle of sex.

I hadn’t even started to get my fuck on when her phone rang. Normally you do the right thing and ignore it, but Lacy had a little sister with type-1 diabetes whom she was constantly worried about. She reached over to the console and saw who it was. I figured she was about to throw it away, but this bitch actually answered it.

Cool. No, don’t worry, my hard-on is permanent, it’ll never falter, not ever. Goddammit.

I pressed myself up on my fists and held myself partway inside her. Maybe it’d be a quick call and we could get back to it in a second. Or it’d be an emergency and I’d have to make a quick exit. I was annoyed until I saw the look on her face. *She* was the pissed one, her features twisting lividly.. I’ll never forget what she said:

“What are you, a faggot? Keep fucking.”

(Lacy wasn’t always very, uh, *liberal* with her terms of endearment. And she liked to poke fun in the harshest way possible. All in good fun, I guess.)

I figured it wasn’t her old religious leader on the line, so I dug back in. Extra hard because she could really get under my skin sometimes lol I started the deep dicking to make sure she knew I wasn’t gonna hold back. Turns out that’s how she wanted it. I fucked while she talked on the phone.

“Hey, what’s up? *Uuungh* yeah a little bit. What? No, Halfmatter’s just fucking me right now.”

I actually stopped for a second. I looked at her. Um.

Lacy stared hard back at me. She mouthed the words “Keep. Going.” So I did.

I couldn’t hear much from the other end of the line, but from what I could gather, it sounded like a friend was asking her to hang out (after, of course, the initial pause to see if Lacy wanted her to call back), to which Lacy replied “Sure! Just let me–oh, shit!–let me finish and we’ll come over.” Before they finished their conversation, Lacy started panting like a dog. I was so hot for her then that I couldn’t really hold back. I was a gentleman enough to wait for her to hang back, but after she came for the second time (this time on my cock) I blew into the condom and pulled out. I was having a bitch of a time trying to catch my breath and I was looking at her like she was nuts. Which she kinda was.

We dressed back up, all smiles and sweat and freshly sexed. I said, “Gonna tell me who that was?”

Lacy said it was Tor, a good friend of hers she’d known for a few years at that point. “We’re gonna go over to her place for a smoke and a movie. That cool?”

Well I ain’t got shit to do, so yeah, I guess it’s cool.

She drove us over to Tor’s place. I was feeling increasingly awkward the closer we got, but I figured this was something she and Tor had done before. They *were* pretty close, after all. Not quite like sisters, but they vibed so well that they’d become inseparable from what I’d gathered. I thought Tor was good shit too, so I went along with it.

Plus I didn’t have any weed myself, so I’d take it whenever I could get it lol

We showed up and let ourselves in. Tor was there on the couch with her roommate Sam and we all said hi. Tor was rolling on the table in front of a six-pack of coolers. I sat down and Sam took Lacy upstairs to show off her new poster. (Sam and Lacy were huge art fans. I think Sam had just gotten a Beksinski print in the mail, and was looking to show it off.)

I sat down across the couch from Tor and we made small talk. She’s easy to talk to, but there was the, uh, overlying issue that neither of us seemed to want to bring up first. I didn’t know her so well so I was kinda awkward.

Right before she lit up, Tor looked over and said, “So was that your idea?”

I knew what she was referring to, obviously.

“My idea? Wtf, I thought it was your guys’ idea!”

That cut the awkwardness down by half, because we just started laughing at how, well, experimental Lacy could be. Tor, I should mention, was the reason why Lacy called me one month into our relationship crying. They were at a concert and had entered into a brief makeout session. Tor is sexually fluid and Lacy hadn’t had much experience with women, so Tor, as a friend, decided to show her the pleasures of kissing a girl. Lacy was Katy Perry for it but was immediately stricken with guilt. She called me crying because she thought she’d cheated on me, but wtf do I care if my girl makes out with another hot girl. I told her to calm down, be happy, and enjoy her concert. After that, they made out a few more times (twice in front of me on the dares of a room full of drunk people) and none of those times bothered me. We were still together by the end of the night, so who gives a shit?

So Tor and I had that little exchange and lit up and were quiet for a sec. She passed me the joint and said, “Well, it was hot, anyway, so no harm no foul, I guess.”

It was hot? I thought about it and realized I couldn’t disagree. It was the new-ness that confused me, not the fact. The most I said by way of response, however, was just a simple “It was, actually.” Then I went quiet because I didn’t know Tor that well and didn’t want to push my limits. Especially since we still had the next few hours to hang together.

Tor got tired of waiting after a few minutes. She started the movie (The Shining, because we all looooove horror) and yelled at the other two to hurry up because we ain’t waiting. Lacy came back down with Sam, stole the joint right off my lips, and plopped down beside me. Enter snuggle mode. Sam threw us and Tor our own blankets. We chilled for an hour, commenting on the movie, making dumb jokes. You know, watching a movie.

I could go into detail about how Lacy snuck her hand into my pants halfway through the movie, but you’d get as blueballed as I did. She must’ve realized I couldn’t exactly cum on the blankets, so she snuck back out after a few minutes of diligent handwork down there. No one noticed.

And nothing really happened for another few weeks. We left that night, everyone and everything very pleasant. What really happened next was after those few weeks when we again found ourselves in the back of the car, again just about to fuck. This time, tho, she was the one sucking on me, and she hopped on top of me as I sat straight in the seat. She wrapped her warm, lithe, smooth legs around me as if buckling me into a carnival ride when, lo, her phone went off.

(In retrospect I think she might’ve schemed the later calls up. Tor and I had a talk after all this and she said Lacy was always texting her to tell her to call her because she’d be “busy”. That little minx set us up, we think.)

The speed with which she answered the phone had me thinking she was planning this too. It was the same every week or every other other week. Get hot and heavy in the backseat, jump to the phone almost *before it rings* and talk to Tor while she humped. Bonus points for either of us cummimg while it happened. I shoulda ALSO iterate how vocal a fuck Lacy was. Even without the phone she was vocal, always gasping and spitting dirty things and growling and groaning, but when Tor was on the phone THAT was when Lacy got extra loopy. She’d act like she was being fucked silly and breathe directly into the phone, her tongue basically falling out of her head against it. Sometimes (I could hear if I happened to be closer to the phone) the line would go quiet and Lacy would whinny and whine things like “gimme that dick, give it to me,” “oh yeah, oh yeah, oh please, daddy.” And Tor would just be quiet. Like she was listening.

Those last few calls, I have to admit, I got into it too. We hadn’t talked about it, Lacy and I, but we were consciously giving her a show near the end. Lacy’s planning had worked, and I officially loved the idea of performing for Tor. I was noisy as Lacy, and I kept saying the most degenerate shit lol it was hot and… well, Tor seemed to be calling more often. I think they talked over the phone more than through text by that point.

The “breaking point” was a few months after that first call. Lacy messaged me to say she wanted to talk. And like when any girl tells me “we need to talk” I immediately assumed the worst. Anxiety in four little words. She even told me to call her and I had a vision of her fucking someone as she answered the phone. Wouldn’t surprise me honestly lol

But I called her and she was fine. She said Tor and her had reached an agreement. Okay. About what?

“Tor’s going to be our audience.”

“… Do I get a vote?”

“What, are you really going to say no?”

No, I guess she had a point. I wasn’t.

They even had a date. Sam was going out of town to visit parents for the holidays, so we had a week and a half to spare. I was surprisingly un-jittery about it. Excited, obviously. The worst was the mild case of confusion. Guess I’d never seen this coming, but in hindsight it was like watching the Titanic approach the iceberg. Inevitable, in a way I hadn’t sensed.

We got to Tor’s around nine. She answered with more jitters than either of us. I thought she was nervous, but she was more excited than anything, more like. We smoked and had a few drinks. I had absolutely no idea how to start, but Tor, after a while, discreetly asked us if we wanted to go upstairs, to her room. Why yes, Tor, that sounds lovely. (Her room really was nice. In our small world of young adults with their first homes, almost everyone had a room like those pictures of what happens to a rural county after a tornado strikes. Hers was polite, tidy, tasteful.)

A bit about Tor. She’s a bigger girl. Wears the weight well. Thiiiiiicccc. I’d jacked off to her a few times (pictures on Instagram and whatnot because I’m a lowkey creepo). Her in a bikini or those booty shorts her thighs absolutely filled every square inch of were my favorites. She was alt. Piercings all over, makeup always dark. Her hair was cut shorter and she left it to it’s natural curs. I thought she was gorgeous, and I loved that she had her own hypersexual life. Slept around a lot and super kinky, from what I’ve heard from some of her hookups whom I knew. She had *the* prettiest smile, which she always flashed whenever given the chance, with perfectly white, straight teeth. She was twice Lacy’s size in almost every way, but my favorite features of hers were her thighs (I could eat a meal off those things, I swear), her ass, and her chest. Buxom and fuller than Lacy could ever be (not a lament lol just a fact). I thought she was gorgeous. Regal, almost.

So we went upstairs. This is it. My inhibitions went out the window (thanks, Captain Morgan!) and I flattened Lacy against the bed with kisses. My lips trailed from ear to ear, across her neck. I slid my tongue over her like a blade and reached her nipples. Her clothes were still on so I tore them off. That’s not hyperbole, we’d made sure to bring extra clothes for the night over, and I literally tore her shirt open at the front. She was all wide puppy eyes and steamy breath. I was straddling her when I looked over at Tor.

She was sitting in the corner on her makeup chair, jeans unzipped with a hand in her pants. I pointed at the overnight bag we’d taken upstairs with us. “Pass me that.”

She had to drag herself up from her reverie. She was lost in lust and kind of woke up from it lol she looked at the bag and just nodded. Her mouth was hanging open.

She passed it to me and I rummaged around in it. “Nice,” I said as I brought out some toys and threw them on her bed. Idk why but that that moment I got even harder realizing we were on someone else’s bed. Loaned to us specifically to fuck on lol

Lacy said, “Hurry up!” So I went right back to it. She hadn’t worn a bra, so I feasted. Lacy pushed her chest up and held my head. We were putting on a show, making sounds we’d never normally make. From the corner I heard heavy, laboured breathing. Tor would whine once in a while like a dog trapped in a kennel, but we largely ignored her while we got started.

Lacy and I started 69ing. I was on top, rubbing my package all over her proffered tongue and red lips. I ground down on her face as I slipped her pants off. She’d gone without panties, too, so I pinned her legs to her chest, leaned forward, and gave her a tongue bath. She’d jerk and squeal as I sucked her folds, circled her clit with my tongue ring. I got the idea right there to introduce the first toy: a vibrating tongue ring. I looked down, held Lacy’s throat in my hand, and shoved my cock into her mouth. It was warm and wet and delightful inside. I moaned her name and told her to choke on me, to suck all the cum backed up in my balls. I did this as I inserted the new ring and turned it on. It buzzed in my head like a good high and I went back down on Lacy.

She gagged because of the sudden sensation, so I gave her mercy and pulled my cock out and ravaged her with my new little gadget.

“FUCK!”

The word was a scream and a prayer and a plea for mercy all at once. I think she said, “what the hell is that thing?” as well, but I was too preoccupied to give a shit about her thoughts. Too hungry and cunt-crazed.

Lacy was panting so hard that she couldn’t even service me, so after her first orgasm-by-tonguefuck I rudely flipped her around, slapped her across the mouth, and seethed, “Do your fucking job, whore.” Then I bent her head over the back of Tor’s bed, got up, and facefucked her. Tor was in the corner. I’d given her a good view.

Lacy throated me for a few minutes while I finger fucked her and violenced her tits. They were red and raw by the time I was done with them. I made sure to slap her thighs and pussy as hard as I dared. When I hit her clit, that bitch would thrash, but I pinned her by the throat and fucked deeper than ever. I was honestly trying to get into her lungs, and I only gave her a chance to breathe whenever she slapped at my legs to stop. I wanted her brainless before I got to business, so it wasn’t until I saw her dazedly starry expression at the end of the bed that I pushed her onto her stomach ( I’m not a body builder but Lacy was so easy to physically bully. All it took was a little effort to push her around the bed. Like how a dog noses its pup back into proper position with little to no effort).

I climbed behind her and squatted. She was still dumb from the throat fuck, so I used that time to grab a cock ring and a butt plug. The (vibrating) cockring went on easy, and I turned it on immediately, but the plug met some resistance. I lathered it quickly in lube and did some shit I prolly won’t ever do again without permission lmao I lined it up with her cute, innocent, angelic pucker and I slapped down on it like it was whack-a-mole.

She screamed. I felt bad for exactly half a second before realizing “nah, fuck this bitch, she wanted this.” I even pushed it further into her button. I think I wanted her to cry for Tor. She was so pretty when she cried.

“Does that hurt?”

“Fuck! Yes, it hurts, fuck!”

“Good,” I barked, and slammed myself all the way to the hilt inside her pussy. Grabbed a handful of thick blonde hair and pulled back. My silly little slut was trying to get away, and I wouldn’t have it. I was actually getting mean. “Think you’re getting away, you fucking ditz?”

“I’m sorry! Sorry! Ah!” She was having trouble talking because I was fucking the air from her little lungs. Poor girl. Maybe she wasn’t sure what she was getting into. I think I officially fucked her god out of her that night, because she was saying his name like it was filth. “Gooo-ooo-oood! GOD! JESUS, FUCK ME!”

I fucked her doggy for a while before I realized why we were here. I looked up and saw Tor. She had one of her fat, juicy tits in her mouth and a dildo flying in and out of her fat, juicy pussy. She had a look on her face like her orgasms were torture. She was watching her friend’s face (we were facing her directly) and right as I looked up to see her, she looked up and saw me.

I smiled and winked at her. Mouthed the words “you ready?”

She nodded, her titty meat rising and falling with the movement, somehow making me even harder.

I was breathing like a marathon runner, but I lifted Lacy’s head so she hopefully had nowhere to look but directly into her friend’s eyes or pussy. I slowed down a bit for the sake of pounding Lacy even harder. Long, powerful thrusts that jerked her body forward like someone had just floored the brakes of a vehicle.

“Do you see your friend?” I said

Lacy tried to say “yes,” but she had to gulp for breath.

“Dont you think she deserves a better friend than a stupid slut?”

“Yes.” She was whimpering now.

“Are you disgusting being fucked in front of your friend?”

She was making guttural throat noises, like someone trying to cough up water after almost drowning, so she could only nod her head.

I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION.”

“YE-HEH-HESS!” It sounded like she was going to suffer a mental break, and I could tell she was cumming.

So I clapped my hands over her hips and said “Tell your friend when you’re cumming. Look in her the eyes when you cum.”

Her stomach, I could feel, went through a little series of convulsions, like she was about to vomit, when suddenly she looked into Tor’s eyes and said, “Tor, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

Lol I made my gf cum the last of her sense as I watched her friend cum masturbating to us. Tor was so beautiful when she came. The tit fell from her mouth and she groaned and her eyes rolled back. Her body jiggled and bounced as she fucked herself harder with her toy. Lacy watched and made sounds that anywhere outside of the bedroom would make you think she was dying. Deep, tortured breaths and painful, erotic pleasure-crying.

I had to finish. If anything because I’m sure that was the high note lol but I still wanted to give Tor a little show, so I pulled out of Lacy’s hot cunt, sat on the side of the bed adjacent of Tor, and said, “On my lap.”

Lacy was so well-trained lol she hobbled off the bed and laid over my lap. I stuck my thumb in her pussy, palmed her mons, and lifted her sex into the air, bubble butt bouncing on my knee. I slapped her hard enough to almost send an echo through the house and Lacy screamed that she was sorry. I slapped her on the pussy again and she squirted (ain’t ever seen her do that before that lmao we made her clean it off the laminate after).

“Tell your friend your sorry for being a whore.”

Lacy was fucked stupid again so she sounded pretty drunk when she said, “I’m sorry I’m a useless whore.”

I slapped her the plug. “Tell her how much cum you eat.”

“Lots.” (If I hadn’t known she was loving this, I would’ve felt awful. She sounded so broken, the poor girl.)

I spanked her repeatedly when all of a sudden my horniness overcame restrictions and I looked up to Tor. “I think she needs a spanking from you to really get it. Otherwise she’ll never learn.”

I thought for sure it’d get awkward, but Tor got up obediently and went right up beside her friend. Lacy was grovelling, terrified. I remembered we’d brought the paddle and I grabbed it from the bed for Tor. That girl must be sick in the head (joking) because she took that paddle like Alexander pulled that sword from the stone and proceeded to give her bff three resounding spanks. Full paddle. Ass cheeks, plug, and pussy. Lacy was so shocked by the experience that she forgot to breathe, went stiff, became silent.

“There we go,” I said, and started rubbing her reddened backside lovingly. “Now we get it, don’t we?”

Lacy nodded and Tor sat down beside us, all three knuckles of her middle and index fingers stuffed brutally inside her leaking cunt. I had to cum so I ordered Lacy onto me and had her ride me.

That was how we ended it, with Lacy all fucked-out, with Tor cumming beside us, and with me busting my load in Lacy’s ruined pussy. We all fell back after I came to my roaring finish (which actually kinda hurt it was so powerful) and after a few minutes of regaining our breath, we all burst out laughing.

That was ffuuuuuucking crazy.

The rest of the night was fantastic for other reasons. We smoked and drank and relaxed like only physically bonded people can. Tor and I were officially friends after that night. We never mentioned it until the morning, when Lacy said we need to do that again. To which we all agreed, obviously.

I’ll have to stop there because this post is overlong as it is. Suffice to say we did continue to fuck with Tor in the room until Lacy and I broke up a year later. Tor was a real voyeur with us, so we never fucked her. The most that became of it was Tor giving us a much appreciated helping hand. She’d insert me into Lacy, or sometimes suck Lacy’s tits or help abuse her. They tied me up once and Tor tortured my nipples while Lacy rode me like a bucking bronco lol but we were all largely content with having her sit and watch, and she loved to jill it to live porn. Tor and I still hang, but Lacy and I not so much, tho we do keep it civil when we see each other. No awkwardness between any of us. It was a nice experience.

TL;DR ex’s habit of answering the phone during sex lead to us having her friend watch us fuck

Thanks for reeeeaaaaddddiiinngg, y’all!

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