Chapter 2
In the car on the way home, he was grinning but not saying a word, and I was a mix of embarrassment, exhaustion, and total satisfaction. He’d given me this super hot friend as a gift who fucked me right in front of him, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My boyfriend had sucked the guy’s dick, and I was totally shocked — I was nervous to bring it up with him. Pedro’s a straight guy as far as I know; he’s never acted like or hinted at being into other dudes. That shit wouldn’t leave my head either.
During the fuck session, he didn’t even jerk off while watching us, and I was thinking about returning the favor to him. I’d have to push myself because even though I was still horny, I was beat. “If I fuck him too, it’ll be the first time I’ve given it up to two different guys in the same day…” I thought to myself, getting all turned on. A naughty smile crept across my face, and I got into the idea. Suddenly, he broke the silence.
“Tell me, did you like it?”
“Of course, babe, I thought it was all so fucking hot…”
” Don’t get too happy, ‘cause I’m gonna get jealous,” he said, pretending to be all indignant.
“He’s perfect, but I’m more used to your cock.”
“Yeah, right, like it makes a difference, Nanda…” he said all cocky.
“And since when do you know more about cocks than me?” I wanted to steer into the topic and let him talk.
“Sorry, miss experienced…” His face was full of mockery.
“His dick was so ugly, such a hot guy with such an ugly dick…”
“Just a normal cock,” he replied with a pout.
“I didn’t know you liked grabbing guys too, babe…”
“Well… I’ve never done it…” he said and went quiet.
He was about 18 back then, grew up in this super traditional family that babied and sheltered him to death — they’d never accept that shit. He was always super reserved too; he’d tell me about his teen years with the whole story of his cock… I never went into details, but his dick was really gigantic, like huge for real, the kind that gets stuck and won’t go in without lube no matter what. He’d been objectified and teased his whole life. I loved it, but I don’t know how many times I ended up hurt from fucking, just get a little too excited and accidents happen.
When we got home, he parked the car and I headed to the bathroom for a shower. I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the spray.
“Peeeedro, come here too!” I yelled, already under the hot water.
“Coming,” he said, already in the bathroom and pulling off his clothes.
The water felt so good, hot and streaming over our bodies as we hugged. We kissed slow and lazy while our hands roamed all over each other — being with him like this was nice, made me feel safe and loved. He knew how to be sweet when he wanted, and I needed that because I had this slight insecurity about how things would be after what had gone down. After the first kisses, his cock started to stir, so I grabbed it with my hand and started soaping up that big thing.
“You gotta wash this little guy right, mister,” I teased, like I was his mom.
I’d learned I always needed both hands to handle it. He loved it when I squeezed the head hard and made circular motions like I was shucking corn while the other hand slid down the shaft to his balls. He busied himself soaping my tits, staring at them real close. He had a thing for them — my breasts were always super firm and medium-sized. Nothing too different from other girls my age.
“Let’s get out of here soon and have a quick fuck?” I said casually.
“More? Jesus…”
“What’s the big deal? Just a quickie, come on,” I said, putting on a little pout.
“Alright, let’s do it!” he said, getting excited.
Once we were dry, he sat on the bed and I went straight for his cock. The head was about the most that could fit in my mouth when I really forced it — anything more and I’d gag, and every time I tried, he’d crack up laughing at my face. His balls were swollen; when I dragged my tongue hard between them, he’d hiss with pleasure. A little lube in my hand, and I started jerking him off — he moaned right away. My mouth worked the head while my hands handled the rest; that cock made me so damn happy!
“Lie down so I can ride it?” I asked.
“Mmm,” he agreed like it was no big deal and shifted on the bed.
Riding that man wasn’t simple — it took a ton of lube, and I had to be really turned on for good dilation so I wouldn’t hurt myself. I slathered lube on his head and gave a sly little grin, then put some more on my pussy lips and inside. I could feel I was still pretty stretched from the last fuck. It’d be easy; I was still horny. To get it in that position, I did this: I’d straddle him at bellybutton height and lean back, and when I felt the head nestle at my entrance, I’d grind and lower a bit. At first it always stung a little, but today it was fine! Then I’d slide down, rubbing against him. It never went all the way in, but when it hit the max, I’d have to wait a sec for everything to settle, then a few more bounces and I was ready to get fucked. And there were tricks! If I was on top, no worries ‘cause I controlled it, but in positions where he was thrusting, I’d keep one hand on his thigh to manage the depth — a miscalculation and I’d get impaled! It’s awful when it slams too hard into your cervix; it wasn’t just the girth, once I was ready, the length was the issue.
Guys, once it was all in right, it was the easiest thing to cum — that thing filled me up inside. It was like I could feel every inch of him; it never took long, if I was into it, maybe a minute before my legs gave out and an orgasm hit me like a truck. I loved riding him, grinding front to back — I could feel his body between my thighs, and it gave my clit this huge rush when I rubbed against his flat belly. And it had to be hard, fast, and rhythmic.
Since I wanted to please him, I flipped around in reverse cowgirl. It wasn’t as good for me, but he loved it ‘cause he got a view of my ass spread wide and could watch his cock sliding into me. And the bastard had a fetish for sticking the tip of his thumb in my ass — sometimes I wasn’t into it, but today he could do whatever he wanted with me… You’re probably wondering if I’ve ever given him my ass, right? Yeah, I tried a few times, but only the head would go — the pain was brutal and I always bailed, unfortunately. I think he’s never fucked an ass in his life, poor guy.
As soon as I switched positions, I felt myself starting to cum — thinking about how I’d been fucking another guy just hours ago made me feel so slutty, you know? Super naughty, and it had me riding him even faster. I came hard and quick, intense as hell, and it always left me breathless. When I recovered, I leaned forward onto his belly, kissed him for a bit, and whispered…
“Cum on my face?” I trembled asking him that.
I wasn’t usually such a slut for that kind of thing, but after today, I felt like being bolder, so I sat on the bed and he knelt up, jerking off aimed at me. I helped by fondling his balls. Didn’t have to wait long — he started breathing short, moaning in bursts, and with a low, muffled grunt, he shot a load that hit my nose, eye, and mouth. I sucked what was left on the tip of his cock, and we burst out laughing!
“You’ve got a cum face, babe!” he said, cracking a pun.
So much for romance — we laughed our asses off while I wiped the jizz off my face and tried smearing it on him. It ended with a hot, sweet kiss, and we just lay there chilling together.