My boyfriend, Marcus, and I have a fairly average sex life. Two to three times a week, we get frisky. We both work full time jobs which makes it difficult to “schedule”, but it worked. Sometimes one of us is too tired to do anything so rather than just lay there, starfishing it out, we get a raincheck. However, the holidays are different.
During the holiday season we *both* get days off. And since we pretty much eloped, moving up north and away from both of our families, there’s no one to spend time with but each other. Yay! Of course, that has its blessings and curses, no doubt. At first, it meant holiday sex. All day every day in every which way. On the couch, the table, or even the floor. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, you name it. It was a time to really let out all the steam we’ve been holding in. We’re young and we fuck… hard. It’s natural.
This holiday season will be our third. And now, we have friends! Took a while, but we finally found some weirdos that match our vibe. We typically sit around drinking or smoking while we discuss the daily gruel of life, watch TV shows, play stupid party games, and shit like that. One friend in particular, we’ll call him *Ash*, has become really close friends with my boyfriend and I. Admittedly my boyfriend liked him a bit more than I did. At first at least.
Ash was going through his own relationship troubles and didn’t have any real family to spend the holidays with just like how Marcus and I both were when we first moved. On top of getting the pink slip right during rush season, he was in no shape to be alone. Naturally, Marcus brought up the whole situation to me.
Now, I’m always willing to lend a hand, especially to a friend in need, but it’s always *different* around the house when someone starts staying around, even if it’s temporary. Even if it’s our closest friend, it’s a bit awkward at first. I can’t just lounge around in my underwear or refuse to put on makeup for the half day. It’s a commitment to seeing someone every day, through hours you normally don’t. It’s always strange at the start.
I hated even coming downstairs to see him relaxing on the couch because I felt like I was intruding… in MY house. Not Ash’s fault, by any means. He would kinda do his own thing, zoning out on his phone. I think he was trying to respect our privacy, but all of that was out the window when I caught him trying to get a glimpse of me.
I was going about my usual routine: cleaning the house, feeding the dog, laundry, etc. Somewhere throughout the process, I somehow managed to rip part of my pants. Probably got caught on a door handle like my earbuds tend to do. No biggie, I thought. Until I checked the mirror in the bathroom I was in the middle of cleaning. Nearly the whole back end got torn. There was pretty much an open flap exposing around my ass! It wasn’t sexy either, I’m sure. I must have looked battle worn more than seductive.
Anyway, I decided, I would just change. Without even thinking that Ash was at the house, I took off my pants, walked across the hall into my bathroom, and began to change. By the time I had my new, untorn pants half way up my legs, Ash was in the hallway staring. It was so obvious. When I noticed, he looked away really quickly. *“Coincidentally,”* Ash went to the same bathroom I was in the middle of cleaning and took an extra long time. Like a *really* long time.
I don’t know how much he saw and I really didn’t care. I tried to not think about it. I didn’t want to bring it up with Marcus, either. It would just make this whole situation more awkward. I never even thought of Ash in a sexual way. Not even close. But when I sat down to consider what he was doing in that bathroom… paired with the fact that he *definitely* saw my ass… it kinda turned me on thinking I got someone other than my boyfriend off.
As it got closer to Christmas, he got a bit more daring. I would catch him turning his head when I bent over and sometimes he would brush my side with his hands while walking by me. Then he started wearing just his boxers around the house. Marcus always did it because, I mean… he lived here. Maybe he mentioned something to Ash or maybe he took it upon himself, I don’t know.
He was always wearing those Calvin Klein boxers that snuggly held his… *package* in place. I tried not to look, but sometimes… especially in the morning… I couldn’t help it, it was standing right up! Ash himself wasn’t my type at all. He had a light tan and dirty blonde hair that he would let grow out a bit during the winter months. He was short compared to Marcus, but still taller than me. While Marcus was slim and muscular, Ash was stocky and muscular. We used to make fun of Ash for having shoulders that stuck out of his t-shirts, saying he probably shrunk them on purpose to make himself look bigger. But ya know, seeing him asleep, his torso really is just *that* big.
I suppose I should describe myself too while I’m at it. I have decent tits: a good handful and pretty perky too. I don’t know how considering I don’t wear a bra for half of the day, but nevertheless, they catch enough attention on their own. My real asset is my rear though. I get a lot of “thunder thighs” comments online and around the gym. I’m not muscular like the boys, no, not by a long shot. All my weight goes to my ass, in the *“best way possible”*, apparently. My narrow waist makes my hips look extra big to be fair. I’m a bit insecure about it to be honest, but Marcus looooooves anal with me. I wasn’t the biggest fan until recently.
Either way, on Christmas Eve, we were all drinking. Vodka and redbull for the boys. I fucking hate redbull, but it was Christmas so I didn’t give them shit for it. I was gone off of half a *half* bottle of wine and some good ol’ indica. Smoking always puts me in the mood.
Snow stacked up on the window sills outside which definitely added to the coziness. I was wrapped up in a blanket with Marcus, sitting in his underwear of course. Ash was in the recliner, in *his* underwear as well. I was just in some side striped shorts. Sexy, but casual. We were all rotating a blunt between us while the Christmas movies played in the background near the fireplace. The tree we had was real this year, which cut into our present budget, but it was worth it. It shined brightly with a perfect star at the top. It was the holidays and for the first time in a while, I felt like I actually had a family again.
Right before it was Ash’s turn to pass the blunt to me, a beer commercial interrupted the Grinch. It was the one where a hot latina girl on the beach squeezes limes into the bottles. Apparently she was Ash’s type because he went to *“scratch his crotch”* right after watching it.
I tried to not look at his bulge, but he was supposed to pass me the weed so I was looking in that direction to begin with. For fuck’s sake, his hand’s *“scratching”* is what drew attention to it in the first place. He looked hard though. I don’t know if it was the tip, but *something* was straining against those poor tight Calvin Klein’s.
When I finally got to inhale my hit, I felt my pussy get a little wet. The indica made me feel a bit lazy, but it gave me a tiny head high too. Now I was thinking about dick. Ash’s dick. I felt like a slut already. I was getting wet thinking about my boyfriend’s friend… while I was sitting WITH my boyfriend. Holy shit, I’m a terrible girlfriend.
Anyway, we kept smoking and I kept getting higher. It was the kind of high where you just zone out and get uber focused on one thing. Well, while I was waiting for my turn (which if you have ever smoked with these guys, is like, most of the most session), I was uber focused on Ash’s cock. One time he had to snap at me to grab the blunt, I was so out of it. I blame the weed, I really do.
I think they finally noticed. When the blunt was done, Marcus got up and ran to use the bathroom, taking his phone with him. I thought maybe he was pissed at me or something. I didn’t know what to think. Ash and I just sat quietly while the movie played. He had this stupid smirk on his face. He was always a cocky fucker. Always said he could “have any girl he wanted.” Yeah, right. He couldn’t have *me.* I was Marcus’s and Ash wasn’t my type anyway.
I caught myself staring again when my phone went off. Marcus texted me.
*“Hey, babe. I’m upstairs because I think I totally forgot to buy Ash a present,”* he wrote. *“I’m trying to find something now, but we don’t have shit.”*
*“Shit. You can always say it’s coming in the mail and then order it tonight?”*
*“Nah, that’s tacky. Plus, I did that last year lol.”*
*“Well, I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s like, what, 26 now? I think he can handle not having a present.”*
*“You’re right… he’s just been really down lately…”*
*“I know,”* I tried to sympathize.
*“Ever since that last girl did all that to him… he’s been on a dry spell. It’s killing him I think.”*
*“Damn. Okay. That sucks,”* I wrote back. How the fuck else was I supposed to respond?
*“Yeah. I think anything we get him will help cheer him up.”*
*“You’re right. Did you have anything in mind?”*
*“One thing…”*
*“What is it?”*
*“You might not like it.”*
*“What is it?” I asked again.*
*“Don’t get mad.”*
*“Marcus…”*
*“Maybe you shoulddddd… ya know…”*
*“‘Ya know’ what? What are you saying?”*
*“Look up at him,”* Marcus asked.
*“Okay, and?”*
*“Is he hard?”*
*“What kind of question is that, Marcus, what the fuck!”*
*“Well… is he?”*
*“I don’t know!”*
*“Yes, you do! You’ve been looking, haven’t you?”*
My heart dropped to my stomach. It was like a nightmare scenario. I was so happy with Marcus and how things were. I loved my job and he loved his. We had cool friends. I didn’t want to lose any of it. I thought he was about to explode on me and make this already awkward situation that I didn’t even want to be in, even worse.
*“It’s okay,”* he double texted before I could reply. *“Look babe, I love you with all my heart and I know you love me and all that goofy, lovey-dovey shit. I also know you have some really, REALLY good pussy (in a non-disrespectful way, I swear baby). Ash has been down bad for a minute and I think… I think… Throwing him some pussy wouldn’t be the WORST thing, ever, ya feel me?”*
I was at a loss for words. First, I was feeling weird around Ash. Then I was getting turned on by the guy and feeling guilty about it. Now, my boyfriend is asking me to *“throw him some pussy”*?
*“??? Are you serious, Marcus? I’m not a fucking whore,”* I texted. *“And I would never do that. I would never want to put you or your feelings through that, babe.”*
*“I know you’re not a… no shit, you’re not a whore! You’re my girlfriend and Ash knows that. He really likes you too.”*
*“We get along and shit, but I barely know him. You’re the one talking to him about whatever the fuck y’all talk about.”*
*“We talk a lot about you, honestly.”*
*“What the fuck does that mean?”*
*“He kinda thinks you’re hot lol.”*
*“Kinda?”*
*“Oh, are you offended now lmao. He actually always congratulates me, or whatever, for landing such a ‘fine fucking girl’ lol.”*
*“What the fuck? That’s so weird… What else does he say about me?”*
*“Do you really wanna know?”*
*“I don’t know… Do I?”*
*“He always tells me one day he’s gonna ‘plunge his dick so far up your ass that you’ll feel it in your stomach’.”*
*“Ewwww, what the fuckkkkkk,”* I wrote back as if it didn’t get me wet. *“And you let him talk about me that way??”*
*“I mean… I don’t blame him. It’s not like I don’t trust him with you or anything. It’s clearly all a fantasy… unless…”*
*“Unless I fuck him for Christmas? Are you out of your goddamn mind, Marcus?”*
*“Honestly, babe, probably haha… So you won’t do it?”* He asked. Another typing bubble popped up, but I replied first.
*“I didn’t say that.”*
*“Ahhhhhhh, I fucking knew it!”*
*“Knew what?”*
*“Knew that you would fuck him lmfaoooo. Made a bet with Ash. He said you’re totally DTF and I wasn’t sure, but I guess this settles it.”*
*“I don’t like being a bet.”*
*“Relax, baby, I’m just fucking around. He’s cool. He doesn’t ACTUALLY expect to fuck you.”*
*“I don’t know, babe. His cock looks kinda hard right now.”*
*“You can see it?”*
*“Through his boxers, a bit, yeah. He keeps touching it lol.”*
*“Don’t do anything yet. I’ll come back down stairs to break the ice.”*
A few minutes later, Marcus came back down stairs and gave Ash a bro nod and me a “I’m back” kiss. When he was settled down with me underneath the blanket, he put one of his hands on my thigh and started rubbing it. Ash must have heard the friction because his head twitched the moment he started caressing my legs.
The movie went on which distracted Ash as Marcus slipped his hand into my panties. His palm was cold, but the warmth radiating between my legs was overwhelming. When he finally got one of his slender fingers inside of me, I gasped pretty loudly. Ash looked at me weird and I just shrugged it off awkwardly with a smile. At that point, his dick was almost as erect as it was during the mornings.
Marcus kept fingering me slowly, grazing my clit with each stroke. I was in heaven, dreaming about Ash’s hard cock just a few feet away from my ravenous fuck hole. My eyes were basically rolling to the back of my head when commercials popped back on.
“So…” Marcus started. “How’s your sex life, Ash?”
“Umm… alright… I guess. Yours?”
“It’s pretty damn good, I won’t lie. God blessed me by blessing her with a tight ass pussy,” Marcus bragged which warranted a slap on his arm by me. “Do you wanna try my girl’s pussy… bro?”
Ash was shocked like a deer in headlights. He looked at my boyfriend and then at me and then quickly back to Marcus again. His dick was harder than what I saw before, like it was going to escape his Calvin’s whether he wanted it to or not.
“You… you pranking me, Marcus?” He asked in disbelief.
“Nah, man. I know it’s been a tough season– hell, a tough year if we’re being real. I swear this girl is the best thing to happen in my life, but sex is just sex. Plus, what’s the point of having such good pussy to fuck and not being able to share it with the homies? I mean, most dudes only cum once and they’re done. I’m sure she can go two rounds back to back. Shitttttt, I KNOW she can go two rounds back to back.”
It was like Ash couldn’t believe what was coming of his best friend’s mouth.
“And you’re okay with this?” Ash asked me.
“Um, yeah,” I said with a nod. “Why not?”
“That doesn’t sound too convincing. I don’t want to make this situation weird. Oh man, let’s just forget this, alright?”
“Dude, it’s fine. Jesus, stop being a little bitch. Here, lemme show you.”
Marcus motioned me to get up as he took the blanket off of us. I stood in front of him, at the center of the living room and in front of where the TV was playing innocent Christmas movies.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Marcus walked over to me and pulled my shorts up over my belly button which made it run between my ass cheeks. He put his hand on my back and pressed gently to motion me into a bent over position. My ass was now half out, on full display for my boyfriend and his friend. It felt so naughty that I got even wetter. Ash probably could see me glisten from the recliner.
Without warning, Marcus gave me a hard slap across the ass. My cheeks jiggled and I felt his handprint sting a bit. He slapped again harder. The second one sent vibrations straight between my legs.
Another slap hit my ass, but it was much, much harder. I turned my head half back to see Ash finally getting his hands on it and Marcus grinning like a fool while it happened. I felt so many different things at once: guilt, lust, grief, love, and so much more. Ash then began to grip and massage my ass.
“This is the nicest ass I’ve seen probably… ever,” he said which made me feel good.
His big hands kneaded my cheeks as they moved closer to my pussy lips. Before they got too close however, Marcus got back in charge and ripped my shorts straight down, panties and all. I felt the wind hit my sweet moist little hole and I began to shiver. Was he really about let his friend fuck me?
“Come over here,” Marcus demanded.
When I turned around, Ash was standing up by his recliner and Marcus was back on the couch with his dick out.
“Suck my dick, hoe.”
He never talked to me like that in private, but it drove me fucking nuts. I got on all fours and crawled my way over to him. His dick stood a good eight inches tall and he was harder than all the other times I’ve been with him. I spit a ball of saliva on his cock head and spread it around, stroking his shaft. Marcus’s eyes were trained on me as I used both hands to twist his dick into sucking order.
As his cock began to throb, I put my lips on his tip. I let all my excess spit drop from my mouth and it pooled around the base of his cock. As it flowed down, I gripped his tightening balls. I was so turned on that I had his dick half way down my throat only seconds later. I almost forgot Ash was there until Marcus spoke back up.
“She’s a good cocksucker, ain’t she?”
“She’s got them DSLs, for sure.”
“DSLs?” I asked in between licks at his balls.
“Dick sucking lips, girl. You’ve got great dick sucking lips,” Ash answered.
“You wanna try them?” I asked instinctually.
Ash looked at Marcus who just nodded. I crawled over to Ash and grazed his thighs through his boxers. With just my finger tips, his cock twitched for me. I giggled in horny anticipation. I planted little kisses along the outline of his cock through the cotton material until I found his tip. When I felt the big mushroom shaped head of his stiffening cock, I put my whole mouth around it. A wet silhouette of my mouth imprinted itself on the Calvin Klein’s he wore. Finally, I put my fingers in his waistband and pulled down slowly.
His cock sprung free and smacked me in the face, sliding across my lips and nose as it did.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
While Marcus had a nice, big, and thick dick, Ash’s was actually shorter. Maybe a bit more than six inches, but it was thicker. Goddamn was he thicker. His cock was as wide as my fucking wrist! Its purple head leaked precum and chunky veins ran down it. His balls hung low, each heavy enough to rest on my chin. The second I saw it, my pussy pulsed a wave through my body and I’m sure my pussy leaked onto the floor.
“You like it?” Ash asked with that cocky fucking grin.
“I fucking love it,” I replied with an equally devious smile as I pushed him back into the recliner.
I immediately put his dick in my mouth which I had to stretch open wide to even get around. He shoved my head down to his pelvis and when I tried to pull back to get air, he kept pulling me in, forcing me to gag and choke. I was internally freaking out at first, but when I saw Marcus on the couch jerking off, it made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world.
The look on both of their faces encouraged me to do more so I held his cock in my throat and gargled it in between my cheeks while looking up at Ash. The more intense my sucking was, the more hair got caught in my mouth. I was basically in a trance so I didn’t care. Luckily, Marcus picked up on the problem pretty quickly and got behind me to pull my hair back for me.
Right there, it hit me. My boyfriend was holding my hair to suck HIS friends DICK. The thought in my head drove me crazy as I sucked harder and harder, my hands reaching around Ash’s balls and taint. His sack got really tight which made me think I was doing a pretty damn good job. Still, I wanted more. Marcus must have wanted more too.
My boyfriend tugged at my hair so I would release Ash’s cock from my wet, thirsty mouth. Marcus then wrapped one hand around my throat tight and in the other, he wrapped my hair around his knuckles even tighter, like it was rope. He pressed his face close to mine and whispered in my ear as my head was paralyzed, stuck staring at Ash’s massive, dripping cock over my face.
“Listen, you little *whore.* My friend needs the best blowie of his fucking life and you’re gonna give it to him, you understand?”
I nodded my head positive.
“Aye, Ash. I’ma keep this slut’s throat wiiiiide open for ya, bud. Fuck her throat like you’ve always wanted to fuck her ass.”
Ash’s face contorted into a greedy expression of pure lust and… victory. That motherfucker looked like he won a grand prize. And I was that prize. When that idea hit my stream of consciousness, I was ready to pledge myself to forever be Ash’s sextoy.
Marcus squeezed my throat and pulled my head by my hair into a perfect angular position for Ash’s pleasure. Ash tapped the tip of his dick on my wet tongue which was sticking out for him. Then, he just shoved it right back in. This time, I felt him go all the way down my throat. He went so deep that I could feel it touch where Marcus was grabbing my neck.
In and out, in and out: my mouth basically became his fleshlight. The end tip of my tongue that was sticking out licked the curve of his balls every time he fully sheathed his cock in my throat. That made it hard to control my spit. It was just spilling all over the place, but the boys seemed to like it. At that point, my gag reflex had essentially disappeared and Ash took notice. He found a comfortable spot in the back of my throat, fucking it slightly while already deep inside it. I could feel the rigid edges of his mushroom tip brush against my tongue every time he thrusted.
Ash’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head as Marcus pushed his long dick into my pussy from behind. His hand moved up from my neck to my jaw, now prying my mouth open using his pointer and middle finger. When Ash slipped his cock up and down my tongue, Marcus thrusted deeper into my gushing pussy lips.
“I’m about to explode, y’all,” Ash said, finally pulling his dick all the way out my mouth.
He sat down in the recliner in front of me while Marcus kept fucking me from behind. To give Ash some time to recover, I lightly licked his ball sack as Marcus pushed me further and further into his crotch. I made sure not to touch Ash’s dick for a bit because I just knew one wrong movement would result in a quicker conclusion to the fun that we all wanted.
My boyfriend adjusted my hips and crouched behind me, pulling my ass up toward him and arching my back forward. This was one of our favorite positions because it let me feel all of him inside me at once. *“Donkey fucking me,”* is what he called it. As he fucked me harder and deeper, just nearly tapping my cervix, my face was being pushed deeper and deeper into Ash’s crotch. I went from licking his balls to his taint and a few moments later, his legs were above my head and my tongue was in his asshole.
Never have I EVER tongued an asshole, not even my boyfriend’s. But this Christmas, I was Ash’s.
I. Did. Not. Give. A. Fuck.
As I licked around Ash’s tight butthole, my hands stroked the bottom of his shaft gracefully. One hand was enough to get most of his shaft and not get too close to his sensitive tip. Meanwhile, Marcus was warming up my asshole with a few fingers. He usually didn’t try to get me ready for anal unless we discussed it prior because he knows he’ll get shut down, but I guess this time he knew my reaction would be different.
“Marcus, baby,” I said, pulling my lips away from Ash’s asshole.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I want Ash to fuck me.”
“Okay, baby.”
“I want him to fuck my ass.”
“Alright… Can I go first?” Marcus pleaded with pouty lips.
“No, baby, Ash is my gonna be my daddy tonight.”
I saw Marcus’s cock twitch and Ash’s I felt in my hand right as I said it. I didn’t plan to say those words. It just came out. My natural slut was unleashed and it was all my boyfriend’s fault. The look on his face was defeated, but greedy too. He looked disappointed, but got back on the couch. He took shirt off and started jerking off again. I took a moment to look at every little indention of his muscle definition. His tight abs and chest reminded me why I fell for the guy in the first place.
When I turned my view, Ash had his shirt off too. His shoulders were wide. Much wider than I thought. His chest wasn’t as well defined, but it was broader. It was like I could lay on his torso like a mattress and it wouldn’t bother either one of us. He could bear hug me to death and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Marcus probably wouldn’t be able to do anything either which made it so much hotter.
Ash grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. Both of his hands grabbed either side of my plain black tee and tore it open from the middle out. Next, he ripped my bra off with no resistance. Diving straight into my chest, his lips licked, sucked, and nibbled on my dark areolas. His left hand massaged my tits and the other my ass. He was really taking me in like a piece of meat. Like a fucktoy.
Next, he pushed me into the chair he was just sitting in. Face down, ass up. My asshole was spread open slightly thanks to my boyfriend’s long fingers, but I was unsure as to whether I could handle Ash’s thick cock in one go.
Instead of slow and steady, he pushed his cock right in. His tip hooked into my asshole first. I could feel his thick cock head swelling up, like it was stuck in my tight hole and refusing to come back out. Luckily, we both had no intentions of getting it out anytime soon. As he tried to work in more, I could tell he was having a little bit of difficulty.
“Fuck your little slut, daddy,” I murmured as he spit into my asshole.
His slow thrusts started to speed up and I started to feel his cock reach deeper. My ass was so full that I didn’t think there would be any room left, but he invited Marcus back into the fray. Ash never stopped fucking my ass, but went at a pace that let my boyfriend get under me. Marcus slipped his long dick in my pussy, my tits swaying in his face, as his friend sped up his thrusts, pulling my hair in rhythm.
Ash was the man of the house now. This thrusts, his pace, is what drove the whole double penetration. His fast rocking hips and tight hold over my head pushed my pussy straight onto my boyfriend’s lap. I could feel both of their cocks touch each others’ while they were inside of me and it was absolute bliss. I felt sore and swollen and wet, but I still wasn’t ready to let this end.
“You like when Ash treats me like a slut?” I whispered into Marcus’ ear in between moans.
He just nodded as I pulled his head closer to my tits.
“You want him to be my daddy? You want me to be his?”
Marcus kept nodding and Ash started fucking me harder.
“You want me to be his lil’ cum dump, sextoy? You want to give him my ass, baby? He can come over anytime and fill me up with his cum? Do you want that for us?”
“Yes, baby. I want what you want. I want to share you, you little fucking hoe.”
“No,” I said abruptly.
The tone in my voice made everything stop.
“No,” I said again. “I don’t want to be shared. I want you to give me to Ash. I want him to *own my body. To own my mouth, my pussy, my tight asshole. All of it,*” I whispered.
Marcus didn’t look disappointed this time. His cock twitched and pulsed rapidly while still inside my moist pussy. Ash didn’t say anything, but I just know he had that stupid grin on his face. They both pulled out without saying much and Marcus returned back to the couch, not even stroking himself this time.
“Get on the fucking floor, you stupid slut,” Ash demanded.
“Yes, daddy.”
I laid on my back.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Ash tapped the tip of his thick ass cock on my clit and rubbed it with the underside. His hands gently ran up my legs, tracing my fat ass from behind and over my hips. Moving up to my stomach, he brushed the smoothness of his finger nails across my ribs and grabbed my tits, one in each hand. He rolled and plucked at my hard nipples for a moment and then moved onto my neck. Ash gracefully pet my throat that he so violently fucked moments before. When his rugged hands got to my face I went to suck on his fingers, but he smacked me across my cheeks.
“Stupid whore… You do as I command and only as I command. Understand?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said, *then* rewarding me with his fingers to suck on.
Ash looked up to Marcus who was still on the couch, locked in a similar trance that I was attuned to. I just focused on his broad shoulders and his back muscles poking out. His big arms had me pinned down, not that I wanted to move anyway.
“Your girl is a real good slut, man. I’m having a lot of fun with her tight little body. I’m glad I finally got to fuck her fat ass too. Been dying for that shit.”
“She’s your girl for now, Ash,” Marcus said, relinquishing me to him.
“I’m gonna cum in your girlfriend, Marcus. Is she on the pill?”
“Nah, she’s not but–.”
“But fuck it,” Ash said, driving his soda can sized cock back into my swollen pussy lips.
As he fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before, Ash leaned over my body. His hulking frame hovered over me as he placed his hand around my throat. I wrapped my legs around his hips as his cock plunged into my sore pussy. It began to hurt more, but the more it hurt, the better he felt. His cock was twitching, throbbing, and pulsing faster and faster. I knew he was going to cum soon.
“Fill me up. Fill up my slutty pussy, daddy. Fill my fucking stupid whore pussy, daddy. Do it now!”
As I said it, my head tilted back to submit to the pleasure. Before my eyes shut in euphoria, I saw my boyfriend, Marcus, taking in every detail. I felt Ash’s body get close to mine, his thrusts rubbing his muscles against my soft skin. His hand gripped my throat harder. I clenched my pussy and then I felt him explode inside of me.
When he came, he didn’t stop fucking me. He kept going at the same pace for another minute or two, his cum squirting inside my womb and filling up every little crevice I had. His body collapsed on top of mine, his cock still as wide and hard while still in me.
A few moments later, he rose his head up and still had that hungry look in his eyes. Pulling his cock from my worn out fuck hole, he moved up to mount my face one last time. The cum he just squirted inside me still coated most of his cock. Without him needing to ask, I opened my mouth and let him feel my throat one more time. When he pulled his dick out, I licked as much cum off as I could. That just triggered him to nut all over my face. His second load shot over my lips and into my mouth. It was all over my nose and some got in my eyes, but I was still able to see half decently.
“Fuckkkkkk,” he grunted. “This is the best Christmas ever, bro.”
“Happy holidays, homie,” Marcus replied.
Ash went to take a shower, but Marcus was still hard. I couldn’t just let him off with blue balls either. My face was full of another man’s cum, but my boyfriend’s face just screamed a desperate request for attention.
I shuffled over to him on the couch and started to lightly lick around his shaft. Some of Ash’s cum would sometimes drip on his cock, but I just lapped it up with my tongue and swirled it around my boyfriend’s tip. It made the blowjob sloppier.
“You still love me, baby?” I asked him.
“Of course.”
“You sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Just know everything I said… everything I did… it was just sex.”
“So you’re not gonna let Ash fuck again?”
“I wasn’t planning on it, no. Why? You want me to?”
“If you keep acting dirty like this, fuck yeah I want him to own your pussy. Call him daddy or whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Just suck my dick and let me nut down your throat and we’re good.”
Using my fingers, I scooped up the last of Ash’s cum from my face and let it drip down into my mouth. Making sure I collect every bit, I put it all on my tongue and put it on display for my boyfriend. Like the good little cocksucker I am, I spit the cum on his cock and shoved it down my throat. My wet mouth mixed with the sticky cum made my throat an irresistible trap. He came and he came and he came so I swallowed it all.
“I wonder what’s gonna happen on New Years.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kjyn22/holiday_with_the_homie_mfm