This occurred in January, 2021, at the apartment I shared with my then-boyfriend. Kenzie and I have been close friends since 2013, but had only ever made out at bars. I hope you enjoy! This is the first story I’ve shared publicly. Feedback is welcome and DMs are open.
With one last kiss -right on her swollen clit- I pull away, leaving red marks behind as I release her legs, and remove myself from between her thighs. In little breathy gasps, she lifelessly whispers, “thank you…thank you.” She continues to writhe with her legs limp in the air, as I clench my fist around the center waist of her jeans, stretched just above her knees. I notice her taupe allover lace panties, still tucked inside her jeans, as I yank them further down her calves. My other hand gropes her still-heaving breast, kneading her and occasionally letting her feel the pinch of my fingernails. Every part of Kenzie’s beautiful body looked and felt like a replica of the first girl I loved.
We were fast friends; Sara and I. We both went out for volleyball at the start of the semester, and were the only girls in our grade who made the varsity team. It was her first year at my school, and the first year I was there without my best friend, who had moved to Washington that summer. Trading jokes at practice quickly turned into sharing stories at lunch, and eventually confessing secrets at sleepovers. She had incredible striking power, and at 5’10, was intimidating as hell across the net. Our coach instructed us to “watch Sara” when perfecting our forms.
She had long dark hair, pale skin, deep brown eyes, and the littlest dimple on her right cheek that you could only see when she laughed. She hated the way the spandex shorts of our team uniform looked half as short as most girls’. The fabric stretched thin over her thick thighs, and her tight waist covered by a bunched up jersey. Her top still gathered well above the curve of her hips, as her upper half was two full sizes smaller than her bottom. The absolute definition of a “Pixar-mom-bod.” I didn’t know for a few months if I wanted to be like Sara, or if I wanted more. She’d confidently flirt with me all the time, just for a laugh. We’d eventually be sneaking kisses in the locker room.
Anyways…Sara’s breasts felt just as soft, yet firm and full, as Kenzie’s did in my hand at that moment. She was watching me, and I realize then how empty my eyes must seem, as I stare down at her nipple rolling between my fingers. I have a thought. I slow the gentle twisting motion of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I look into her eyes and smile lovingly at her. She looks so submissive, laying there desperately staring at me, mouth open, chest still heaving from orgasm. I loosen my grip on her jeans and let the dull weight of my arm push her legs back slightly further. She really did look beautiful.
Spread out on my boyfriend’s bed. I could see the sweat on her skin reflecting off the low, warm dim of streetlights through the open window. I smirk, knowing that her jeans, haphazardly ripped down in a moment of passion, left her legs completely vulnerable under my control. This thought energizes me. I grip harder and steadily push more weight into the waist of her jeans. She stares up at me with her dark brown eyes, tensing her muscles as I challenge her flexibility. I push harder, knowing how much she loves the sensation of being stretched beyond belief, until I heard the soft tap of her toes reaching the wall behind her head. I hold them for a second longer. I think, “I could do anything I wanted to this girl, and she would thank me.”
I give her nipple one last pinch, harder this time than before. I trace my fingers up her chest, higher and higher. When I close in on my target, she winces at the familiar feeling of a thumb and middle finger diverging paths on her neck, and she knows what’s coming. I lean down and let her feel my breath close to her beautiful full lips, as I increase pressure of my fingers extending toward those sweet little spots on the sides of her throat. My thumb moves to her jaw, tilting her head up to face me, as I watch her wet mouth open further. I pinch her neck and push up, feeling her weight shift beneath me, begging for more. Kenzie likes pain.
I look into her eyes and release my control of her legs. She remains still with her little toes barely touching the wall over her head, leaving herself completely vulnerable to me. I sigh, appreciating the trust she has chosen to give me. Is it the right decision? I quickly reach my right hand between her legs and firmly form a cupped seal around her mouth and nose. I debate ripping her jeans off and climbing on top of her to sit on her face. I feel her hips buck up towards me, desperately needing to be touched. I feel the heat of her aching pussy, begging me to eat it again. Air tries to escape her pretty lips but I have a firm grasp on her delicate face. I know she needs to be fucking dominated. Why else would she come over to her nympho friend’s apartment in the middle of the night, after sending drunken nudes all evening?
I squeeze her cheeks and lips together under my hand. I don’t let up as she squirms a little more. She’s staring into my eyes. I wonder if she’s still playing or if she’s starting to panic yet. One of her sluttier snaps earlier in the evening was repaid with a photo of my boyfriend’s 8” thick uncircumcised dick. She was here not a half hour later. Kenzie needed to give in to her deep, soul-lust desire to be me and my boyfriend’s plaything, right? I quickly remove my hands from her mouth and neck. She gasps fresh air. I spit in her mouth.
As she grasps her own neck, hot from my fingers, I roughly pull her pants from her ankles. She lets out little coughs and doesn’t notice as I shift my knees closer to her face, using my right forearm to push her legs back down. My hand on her neck moves to the back of her thigh, wordlessly instructing her to hold her legs up. She grips the back of her own thighs with both hands. Her fingers almost like arrows, pointing towards her spit-soaked pussy. I smile and nod at her. She breathes steadily now, closing her eyes, melting into the familiar comfort of soft fingers trailing from her cheek to jaw. Anyone can treat her sweetly. Kenzie needs more.
I flatten my hand and stiffen it across her cheek, tapping gently as her eyes pop open excitedly. I repeat the steady tapping, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of my slaps. Until, her eyes squeeze shut, and instead of meeting my hand, she sharply pulls away to avoid the force of my hit. I gently entwine my fingers in her hair, moving her back to center. I play with her hair for a moment, enjoying her beauty and fear. I rest my palm on her cheek, pulling my thumb against her soft skin one last time. I lean down to kiss her red cheek, my lips still moist with her juices. I lean down to take her earlobe in my mouth. She yelps in pain as I bite down, and give her pussy a hard slap. I whisper, “it’s my boyfriend’s turn with you now.”
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This story absolutely made me cum, thank you!