Fucking Eva. It was never straightforward with Eva. She called me up asking for some coke. I didn’t have any, but I told her otherwise and spent a frantic couple of hours getting sorted. I sensed opportunity.
I insisted on delivering it. Not a problem I said. What’s a half hour walk when there’s a glimmer of a possibility of getting my dick wet? Who cares about rain? It took forty five fucking minutes. I was soaked. Some musclebound motherfucker opened the door.
Fuck my life.
For a motherfucker he was polite. Let’s call him Chuck. Chuck invited me in and gave me a beer and introduced me to Norris, a skinny motherfucker who was playing Halo. The stench of weed was comforting. I fell into the couch and got handed a spliff and felt right at home. Eva appeared, a short skirt and a long sleeve top, grungy looking, her hair different yet again. Hot as fuck. Pornstar hot.
We chatted. I gave her the coke. We all did some lines. And smoked some weed. And drank some beer. It was a fun evening, but it’d all but dismissed my chances. This was groundwork. She’d be getting pounded by Chuck as soon as I left. I was dying a bit inside. The drugs helped.
“Who’s first?” A casual, innocent question about something I’d not been paying attention to. Or so I thought.
“I’m game” Norris said as he put down the controller and climbed to his feet. They walked away. More drugs, I presumed. A bong or a bucket or a pipe or something. Cool. So I’m just chatting with Chuck and drinking more beer and the minutes slowly tick by and I’m thinking these drugs must be pretty fucking elaborate to take so long to consume. I want to ask to but I don’t so I just drink more and help myself to another line and play a bit of Halo.
I barely noticed Norris reappear until he took the controller off me. Chuck disappeared. I was beyond curious, impatiently awaiting my turn, hoping there’d be something left. Excited and kinda fucked.
Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen fucking minutes. One whole joint. Chuck finally returned.
“Want a go?” He asked, opening a beer. I shrugged and nodded and said “If you don’t mind” because manners are important and he said “help yourself…you brought the coke… Down the hall to the left, grab Eva a beer”
Finally. I hopped to my feet and grabbed a beer and skipped down the hall as Chuck shouted out “sorry about the mess”. Manners.
I opened the door and almost fucking dropped the beer. Eva was lying on the bed. Naked. Her face was a mess, makeup running, cum dripping down her cheek, a filthy grin and glazed eyes.
“Jesus Christ”
I handed her the beer and she sat up and chugged it as I tried and failed to compose myself. My eyes bulged. She looked like a well used pornstar. I was shamefully, instantly hard. I had to idea what to do.
“Use me.” She said. The two sluttiest words I’d ever heard. She handed me a link of condoms. My heart was pounding. I pulled off my shirt. She lay back and spread her legs and as I was wrapping up I could see cum oozing from inside her.
“It’s just cum” she giggled.
I proceeded to fuck someone else’s cum out of her. Or into her. Whatever. It was a fucking mess. I fucked her with a bit of disgust and a pinch of anger.
“Filthy” I grunted.
Standing, knees bent, watching my shaft froth up. Watching the cum jiggle on her face. Following the trail down her neck. Agonizingly aware that the only noise she made was her squelchy vagina. I slipped out and cringed at the sight of my slimy, gooey sheath.
“I’m not touching that” I said, because I fucking wasn’t.
“It’s just cum” she said, this time almost annoyed by my disgust.
She rolled over, hands and knees, looking back at me over her shoulder. Presenting me with her ass, lovely and round and just firm enough to still jiggle. Perky is the technical term.
She guided me back in. I grabbed her ass with both hands and immediately regretted my decision. Sticky. My skin crawled. “Ugh”. I didn’t let go. There was no point. I’d already been exposed.
I studied her ass as I thrust, slippery, frictionless, noisy thrusts. Pulling her cheeks apart, revealing a spectacular mess, cum that I’d fucked out of her, a slimy crack and a creamy little asshole. I was churning cum, making things creamier. It was so gross. I hate that the thought of it gets me hard.
It was filthy, but the actual fuck was plain. Average at best. It felt like a favor. She was letting me fuck her. I was trying not to think about the cum on my hands and my balls and Christ knows where else, distracted, trying to ignore the smell.
And then I slipped out again. I wasn’t thinking. It was an instinctive grab, followed by crushing regret. My hand would have to be amputated. Instead if putting it back inside her I slid the tip down her crack, pushing cream, cautiously, hopefully hovering over her puckered ring. I took the lack of objection as permission and gently pressed.
“What do you think you’re doing? She asked.
“Using you” I replied.
I prodded and slipped into her vagina. I tried again and slipped up her crack. I tried again. Pressing, holding firm, staying on target. I felt it start to give. I watched my tip creep in. She squealed. I thrust. My tip plunged in. She yelped and tensed up, her sphincter crushing my tip like a vice for a brief second before she lurched forward, evicting me, the condom still in her ass.
“Fuuuuuckkkkkk” I growled.
I exploded, spontaneously, unexpectedly. It was impressive. A thick rope across her back, a spurt on her ass and the rest on her thigh. I felt ashamed and relieved, delighted and disgusted. Confused. Limp. Sticky.
“We should get pizza”
So casual, yet so filthy. A rubber dangling out of her ass and cum everywhere and she was talking about toppings.
“No mushrooms. They’re gross…”
I had no words. I used the sheets to wipe away everything I could, got dressed and scrubbed my hands in the kitchen sink.
Chuck ordered pizza. Norris went back to Eva because there was “time for another go”. I sat there and drank a beer and smoked a spliff and listened to the moans that she didn’t make with me. They were still at it when the pizza arrived and I swear I wouldn’t have been surprised if Chuck invited the pizza guy to have a turn.
He didn’t.
We waited, a few more long minutes, the smell of pizza filling the room, the sound of a headboard knocking against the wall. And then, silence. Norris appeared shortly afterwards and helped himself to a slice. Chuck waited for Eva to shower. Manners.
When she finally appeared I hung around for a couple of slices of shitty pizza and watched an episode of Friends and wondered if there was more debauchery on the cards.
There wasn’t.
I went home and had a long, hot shower and jerked off to my filthy, sticky memories. I still do.
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