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Kristen wasn’t the kind of girl that let men t…

Kristen wasn’t the kind of girl that let men take advantage of her. She wasn’t the kind of girl that considered herself a slut. She was usually so careful in choosing her partners, but on this occasion she found that things were different. Something about Cole made her lose her sensibilities. 

“Want to go back to my place?” he asked her and she found herself looking up at him with desire. It had been so easy with him at dinner and the way he was kissing her now made her weak in ways she’d only read about before today. Now she was swept away by his kisses, and taken under by his words. 

“I don’t know if I should…” she trailed off, looking to give him the usual excuse. She knew how to ward off men. She’d been doing it for over a decade, since men had first started showing interest. It wasn’t that she was a lesbian or anything. She was just choosy about who she wanted to give herself to. 

“You should, Kristen. You know I think you’re special, right?” he asked, and she hung on the possibility that he was telling the truth. She wanted it to be true. 

“I want to…” she whispered and he covered her mouth with kisses again and then he ushered her into his car, and then into his house. Next thing she knew he had her in the bedroom and he was taking off her clothing in between passionate kisses. 

“You feel so good,” he moaned and she liked the way he seemed full of passion. 

“How do you feel about me?” she asked him, looking up at him hopefully. Maybe he did care. Maybe she could trust him. She wasn’t sure and she waited with her whole heart on the line. She wasn’t the kind of girl who could have sex without having feelings. 

“I love you,” he told her and by the way he was kissing her it seemed like it was true. She let herself believe it as she gave in to herself and allowed herself to accept the full potential of his love. She opened herself up to him completely. 

As soon as she had given herself over to him, he came alive. It was as if he could sense that he had her right where he wanted her. He pushed her face-first onto his bed and she began to protest, but he pushed her face down into the bed so that he couldn’t hear her screams. 

“Stay there. Done’t move!” he commanded her and she waited for him to do something. She heard a couple of clicks and then he was back with her, his cock pushing into her pussy from behind. Kristen screamed as his hard cock used her. She had never been fucked quite so roughly. She had always been careful about the men that she let in. She had been trying to avoid being hurt, but now as he drilled her pussy with all of his strength, she was afraid. 

“Help! Stop!” she screamed, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he hammered her pussy harder and harder with every thrust until he was fucking her so hard that she actually began to cum. She’d never had an orgasm during sex, but now she couldn’t say that anymore. She was excited as she screamed loudly for Cole. 

“You don’t want me to stop, do you? No you, don’t. You need it in the ass!” he screamed to her. 

“NO!” she shrieked. She’d never done anal and this was not the time that she wanted to try it. In fact, she never wanted to try it. He stopped only to grab some lube and spread it all over his cock and on the outside of her asshole. 

“You’re going to love anal,” he told her, and she fought against him, trying to keep him from pushing his cock into her virgin ass. 

“Please. Not now. I don’t like anal!” she screamed. 

“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt!” Cole screamed at her and for a moment she was stunned. She couldn’t believe that he was being this way! She had thought he really loved her, but as he held her down and forced his cock into her ass, she knew that he didn’t love her at all. He was just using her. 

“Fuck you! You fucking rapist!” she screamed, but he didn’t listen to her. He held her down and forced her to take his cock. She wiggled and squirmed until she realized that he was deep inside of her ass and that there was nothing that she could do to stop it. Her ass burned almost as hot as her pride. She hated Cole so much! She couldn’t believe that she had trusted him! 

He reached his fingers underneath her and he found her clit and pressed on it as he fucked her ass even harder. Before Kristen knew it she was cumming her ass off. Her orgasm was the biggest she had ever had! And it was happening during sex! Cole had made her cum not once, but twice during sex! This had never happened before, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, she came again. Her screams were loud and her body shook violently underneath his until he had unloaded all of his cum deep inside of her ass. 

When he was done he came to a stop inside of her, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. He pulled his cock from her ass and he got up and walked over to a video camera that was perched on a tripod in the corner of the room. Kristen hadn’t noticed it when they’d come in, and she hadn’t noticed when he had turned the cameras on either. Now there was a recording of her and he had control of it. She got up quickly, scrambling to her feet to confront him.

“You recorded this?” she asked angrily. Cole turned to her and smiled. 

“Fuck yeah I did. I can send you a copy if you want one,” he told her. 

“No. I want you to destroy the video,” she said, tears threatening in her eyes. 

“No way. I use these when I jack off. I won’t show it to anyone,” he promised her. “What’s your email? I’ll email you a copy.” She relented and she wrote down her email address. She watched as he pulled up their video on his computer. He labeled it with her name, Cole&Kristen. She looked at the other videos in the folder. All of them had thumbnails of Cole fucking some other girl. 

Kristen’s mouth dropped as she read the file names: Cole&Beth, Cole&Sarah, Cole&Darla. The list went on and on and it looked like he had almost a hundred videos. 

“How many girls have you done this with?” I asked. 

“Oh fuck, Kristen, don’t trip!” he said, but she was already running to the front door. She couldn’t believe Cole! He had disrespected her! He had duped her! She felt so stupid as she got into her car and pulled away from his house. Her tears were falling freely now. He didn’t love her. He had lied! But he had also made her cum better than anyone ever had. She hated herself for wanting him again after the way he treated her, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to cum like that again. 

I couldn’t wait to get away from my fiancé for…

I couldn’t wait to get away from my fiancé for a bit so I could have a little fun. I wasn’t quite ready to settle down completely, and luckily my fiancé understood that about me and he let me fuck other guys when I needed it. I checked into my hotel and I waited for my fuck buddy to arrive as I sipped straight from the bottle of vodka I’d brought with me. I smoked some herb while I waited, and when he arrived I immediately dropped to my knees and gave him the kind of blowjob that told him how much I’d missed him. We fucked almost all night, and fell asleep in one another’s arms. 

In the morning my fiancé wanted all the details and so I sent him a few pictures I’d taken from the sex I’d had the night before. I knew it turned him on to see the evidence that I’d been a slut. He was the first guy that had truly understood me and my need to be a slut and fuck other cocks. That was why we were engaged. I needed a man like him in my life, one that could encourage my slut behavior instead of hating me for it. I had a low tolerance for jealousy and bullshit. Having been a slut all my life, I’d dealt with plenty of jealousy. 

My fuck buddy and I headed to the festival, taking shit tons of drugs as we arrived and slipped inside. There were bodies everywhere and it was like a slut dream come true. My fuck buddy and I danced our way from one stage to another, stopping only for him to push the tiny g-string I was wearing to the side so he could stick his cock in me. I was wearing a long shirt as a dress, but it didn’t really cover much. I wanted everyone to see my ass. I wanted everyone to see what a slut I was. 

We fucked right there in the open, where anyone could see. Plenty of people were staring as I bounced on his cock, and I even invited a couple of other hot guys to join in. Before I knew it they were ganging up on me, fucking me in the ass and pussy at the same time. I took cock after cock in DP as my fuck buddy tried his best to manage the crowd of guys who wanted a turn. My fuck buddy was awesome about it. He wasn’t jealous. Instead, he pulled out his camera and took lots of photos and video of me getting gang banged in the middle of the festival. 

“Hey!” A security guard came over to us and told us we couldn’t have sex here and we would be asked to leave if we didn’t stop. We nodded and moved to the next stage where we did it all over again. 

Later that night my fuck buddy and I lay exhausted on the hotel bed, our bodies sticky with sweat. We were coming down from the drugs, but that didn’t stop us from having another fuck, this time on a bed. He fucked me hard in doggy style and it felt so good to cum again on his cock. I thought about my fiancé all alone at home and I hoped he didn’t miss me too much. I still missed him, even though I was having fun. I sent him a text that said I loved him and then I fell into a deep sleep. 

The next day, we did it all again. We got high as kites and made our way back through the crowds. I was dressed even sluttier that the day before. I wore a tiny, little tube top that barely stayed up when I danced, and a tiny skirt that barely covered my ass with no panties at all. I felt hands grabbing at my ass as I walked through the crowd, and before I knew it I was getting fucked on the dance floor again. A line began to form, and my fuck buddy was trying to manage it, making sure people were still respecting me, even though I was acting like the kind of slut who didn’t deserve respect. I didn’t use condoms. I was too high to think of details like that. I didn’t tell guys they had to pull out either, so by the time the day was done I was filled with so many loads of cum that my pussy smelled like a sewer.

“Damn, your pussy smells good,” my fuck buddy told me as we entered the hotel room. “I can smell it from here. You’re such a fucking slut. It’s so fucking hot,” he leaned in and kissed me and I watched in horror as he kissed down my belly and stuck his head under my skirt. I tried to pull away but he stopped me. 

“Stop. Let me taste it. I just want to taste it,” he begged me. 

“No, it’s gross. All those guys came in me,” I tried to stop him. I tried to explain, but he shushed me and he stuck his tongue into my pussy and began to eat it. He made noises of contentment as I watched in awe. I couldn’t believe that there were men out there that appreciated a slut like me this much. I wondered where they had been my whole life. It seemed like as soon as I accepted myself as a slut, that I began to attract the kind of men that loved sluts like me. 

He fucked me nice and hard for a few more hours, until my pussy was raw and tired and I fell into a fitful sleep. By the time I woke up, it was time to check out and I kissed my fuck buddy good-bye and headed back to my fiancé. I couldn’t wait to see him. I was so tired from the festival and all of the fucking that I just wanted to be cuddled and held close. I just wanted to be loved, and I knew the only man that could make me feel that way was my fiancé. I needed him so fucking much. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him everything that happened. I loved him so much and I wasn’t sure if what I had done would be too much for him or not. So I decided just to tell him about the sex I’d had with my fuck buddy, since I’d sent him pictures of that. I would leave out the sex I’d had at the festival. I wasn’t sure if he could handle DPs, gang bangs and sewer pussy yet. I wasn’t ready to lose him over it either. 

Kelico told me he had a business proposal for …

Kelico told me he had a business proposal for me, one that could make me a ton of money. Being a starving student had been tough and the thought of making some extra money was appealing to me. But when he told me what I would have to do to make the money I wasn’t so sure I could go through with it. He told me he did cam shows for cash, and that he had a steady group of girls that he had sex with on camera. 

I had thought that I was the only girl that Kelico was trying to hook up with, so this little piece of news caught me off guard. But when he told me how much money he usually made and how much the girls made, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to try. There were a lot of things that I wanted to buy that I couldn’t afford, and they danced in my head. Clothes, heels, a new backpack, and most of all, the new book by Slut-Problems! 

“Okay, I think I can try,” I told him and so we set a date and time and when it came I was ready. I had shaved everything and plugged my ass in preparation. I watched as he set everything up and looked at me encouragingly. 

“Take off your clothes and get ready to begin,” he told me and when I was ready he smiled. This would be our first time having sex, and it would also be the first time I’d ever had sex for an audience. I was glad I couldn’t see the people watching me, but it was strange how I felt their eyes on me anyway and I let Kelico kiss me deeply. I wasn’t sure if he would kiss me or not, but now that he was I was, glad. It made me relax and feel more comfortable and that was a nice thing. I moaned into his mouth to let him know that he was making me horny. 

He reached down to my pussy and fingered me a bit as he kept kissing me. I looked over at his computer and saw that we were getting tons of likes and comments. I didn’t know how much we were supposed to interact with the audience, so I held back, letting Kelico take the lead and show me the way. 

“Let’s start with doggy. Get on your hands and knees here,” he showed me, angling my pussy toward the camera. He showed my pussy off a bit, spreading it open with his hands and playing with it a little for the crowd before he pushed his thick cock inside of me. His cock was honestly the perfect size for me. It wasn’t too big or too small, and it hit a place of pleasure inside of me as he rocked in and out of my body with a slow, steady rhythm. “Hows this?” he asked. 

“Its heavenly,” I said with a moan, and I wasn’t lying. It felt glorious and so I let myself moan some more. He grabbed me suddenly, and flipped me onto my side and plunged his dick into me like that. Then he flipped me over all the way so that I was flat on my back with my legs spread. He worked his cock in and out of me with the prowess of a man who has fucked many women. I was happy that Kelico knew what he was doing, because he made me cum so fucking hard that I could barely breathe. The screams escaping from my body sounded foreign, like they belonged to someone else and not me. I don’t think a man had ever made me cum quite as hard as Kelico did that day. I praised him with more screams and cries of pleasure. I’ll never forget how he looked down at me and gave me a naughty smile of reassurance. 

He flipped me back onto my hands and knees and he made me cum again like that. I knew that he was showing off for the audience by the way he flipped me back onto my back and lifted one leg up, and held the other down. He wedged his cock in between my legs and hit a spot that no cock had ever hit before inside of me. I began to scream loudly, the kind of scream that says you’ve never done this before, that you’re scared and exhilarated at the same time. It was a new experience and I came hard for him and his followers. I couldn’t believe I was getting paid to do this! 

“I’m going to cum! Where should I cum?” he asked his audience. They made the decision for him and he pulled his cock from me and moved to my face. 

“Ready for your facial?” he asked me as he stroked his cock and took aim. I’d never been blasted in the face with a load of cum before, but I was getting paid for this, and there was a first time for everything. So I nodded and closed my eyes as he gave our audience the money shot they were looking for.  

The cum splattered all over my face with a force I hadn’t been expecting. I never knew that a guy could cum quite so hard until I felt the stream of cum as it splattered against my skin. It seemed to happen in slow motion, and though I should have kept my eyes closed, it was like I couldn’t look away. I stared right into his cock as it blasted me straight in the nose, the forehead, my cheek. I could feel it dripping down my face and into my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked a bit from the corner of my mouth. It was bitter, but it was interesting. 

“Everyone, I want you to thank Cinnamon for her time here with me,” he told his audience. Comments and tips began to flood in as I waved to our viewers, the cum still on my face. He waited for a few minutes before he turned the cameras off. 

“You can take a shower in my bathroom if you like,” Kelico said gently. “You did  great. I’ll calculate your earnings from our session while you do.” 

“Thanks, that’s very nice of you.” 

“I’m glad you did this with me. They seemed to like you. Maybe you could come back again in a few days. I know they’ll be asking for Cinnamon again.” 

“Where did you come up with the name Cinnamon for me?” I asked. 

“I don’t know. It just popped into my mind. You didn’t want to use your real name did you?” 

“No,” I agreed. 

“Here,” he said handing me a stack of cash. “I always pay my girls right away. I find it keeps them interested.” 

“So, you never wanted to date me, did you? You just wanted me to help you make money on cam?” I asked, just to be sure. 

“I really like you. But most girls can’t handle a guy that has sex with other women for money. You know? I’ve just learned to keep it separated.” 

“What if I don’t care about the other girls? What if I really like you and want to date you?” I asked him. 

“That’s never happened before.” 

“It’s happening now,” I said, and then I grabbed him and kissed him, off camera. I wanted him to know that it wasn’t just about the money. I liked him and I wanted to get to know him better. I would worry about the other girls later. In fact, I wondered how hot they were and if they would be into another girl. I hadn’t told Kelico yet, but I wan’t like most girls. In fact, the idea of him fucking lots of other girls on camera was quite a turn on for me. My only problem was that I wasn’t there with him, helping him. I wanted to be a part of his life, I just didn’t know how to make that happen, though I wanted it so much. 

He enjoyed showing me off, and I knew that abo…

He enjoyed showing me off, and I knew that about him. Sometimes it made me feel uncomfortable, but that was usually when I wasn’t all the way horny. When I was nice and wet and horny as hell, I found that I enjoyed being showed off, and I longed to be shared the way he sometimes talked about during sex. 

He was fucking me one night, and I was all worked up when he told me he had a surprise for me. I figured it was another load of cum, but it wasn’t. Instead he got up and clicked on his computer keyboard. 

“What are you doing? Come back. I need you to make me cum some more!” I begged. 

“Hold on. This is part of your surprise. You’re going to love it.” He paused and concentrated on what he was doing. Then he turned the screen to face me and I saw myself in it. I didn’t understand. “We’re live streaming! Wave hello!” 

“Wait. What?” I wasn’t sure if I was okay with this, but he didn’t give me much time to argue with him about it. He shoved his cock down my throat and commanded me to suck. My slut reflexes kicked in and I began to suck, not sure who was watching. It seemed like this was turning him on more than anything else we had ever done. His cock was so hard in my mouth and I had a hard time not choking on it. It made my pussy so wet and I knew I needed him inside of me. I pulled my mouth from his cock to beg him for what I needed.

“I need to fuck you,” I moaned to him and he could sense my need. He put me on my hands and knees on the bed and he paused before he sunk his cock into me. 

“I sent out an invite to all of our Tumblr friends. So they could watch you get fucked. They are all watching right now,” he informed me. With one long stroke he pushed into me and I let out a howl for my Tumblr audience. I loved that all of those people might be watching and I came pretty easily as I thought about it. But then, he dropped a bomb on me. 

“I sent out the invite to some of our other friends as well. From real life,” he admitted and I could feel his cock pulse as he confessed this. 

“Who?” I asked, afraid of the answer. He rattled off a rather long list of names as he continued to fuck me. “So why don’t you just stick that pussy out and fuck my cock so everyone can see what a slut I have!” 

I wanted to do that, but I was hesitant about it. I didn’t know what to think. I felt a twinge of anger that he hadn’t asked me before telling so many of our friends from real life, but I was also extremely aroused and as he continued to fuck me I realized that I couldn’t help it. I was horny and I wanted to fuck. If all those people were watching, then I was going to put on a real show. 

“I can’t believe everyone is watching!” I looked into the computer screen and wondered who was actually watching. The thought of all my friends watching made my pussy lose control. I came hard then, losing myself. I bucked against his cock, letting my screams escape my mouth, letting them fill the room, and the webcam, and maybe even filling the ears of my close friends, and the people I’d met on Tumblr. 

I imagined people jacking off or touching their pussies while they watched him fuck me on camera. I imagined people cumming as they watched me cum, as the sounds of my screams filled their senses. I knew that I was enjoying this, and I knew he was enjoying it too. He loved the thought of everyone seeing what a slut he got to fuck. He was probably so excited right now as his cock slammed into me with a vengeance.

“Cum for me you fucking slut. Show everyone what a cum slut you are! Beg for my cum!” My orgasm took off and I was filled with a rich pleasure that spread into every cell of my being.

“Give me your cum! I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” I screamed and I knew he was cumming just as hard as I was. We’d been together long enough now that I knew most things about him sexually. I could tell by his breathing that he had finished and he smiled down at me as I looked over my shoulder. 

“So are people really watching, or did you just say that to get me going?” I asked. 

“Oh, people were watching all right. Check this out.” He pulled up a log of all the people that had accessed the stream. There were hundreds of viewers. I began to flush with a heat of embarrassment. ALL those people had seen me fucking. They had seen me cum. It was so hot when I was horny and full of dick, but now that it was over I felt a sense of shame. 

“That’s a lot of people,” I said, worry creeping into my voice. 

“Yeah. Now everyone knows what a perfect slut I have,” he said with a smile. He kissed me. “I’m proud of you. I’d love to do this again sometime,” he added. “If you want.” 

I thought about it. I wasn’t sure how I felt now, but I knew that when I felt all that pressure, when I felt their eyes on me, even through the internet, that it aroused me. I had cum so hard, and I wasn’t against doing it again. It’s just that I didn’t really want anyone to know what a slut I really was, and he seemed to want everyone to know. 

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I want everyone to know I’m a slut.” 

“It’s too late for that. Everyone already knows.” I watched as he turned the webcam back on. “Let’s show them just how big of a slut you actually are.” His eyes bore into me, and I saw on the screen that there were people logging onto our stream. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Come on, baby. I know you want this. I know you want to show everyone what you can do.” He grabbed my by the head and pulled my mouth onto his cock, and before I knew it I was desperately sucking at his cock, showing off for all of my friends online. I wondered what they thought of me now. I wasn’t sure, but it sure made my pussy wet to think about it.

– pics courtesy of @jbotwg123

I was so horny that day and I couldn’t stand i…

I was so horny that day and I couldn’t stand it. I needed him so badly, but maybe it hadn’t been long enough since the last time we hooked up. I knew I should probably play those games with him, like I did with all of my other fuck buddies, but my pussy was aching and wet and I could feel it twitch at just the thought of contacting him. I thought of his flesh against mine, the way his breath felt when it met my own, the way he rocked me with his cock. I licked my lips and made my decision. I would snap him. I made sure he could see I was mostly naked in the photo I sent as my hello. 

“Ally! You look so hot but I’m at work. I can’t come over right now.” 

“Fuck! What am I supposed to do?” I answered. “I’m so horny!” 

“Find something to fuck yourself with and you can take some pics and videos for me to look at when I get off.” The thought of him getting off to hot photos of me pleased me. I wanted him to want me so much, and I was sure that he did. Now I just needed to find something to fuck myself with. I grabbed a dildo and took a photo to send him. 

“Use an object. Not a regular toy,” he specified and I wanted to please him and so I searched my room, desperately looking for a random object to fuck myself with. 

“What about my ‘fuck me’ heels?” I asked him, going to my closet to retrieve them. They were six inches of black, strappy sexiness and I held one up and took a photo for his approval. 

“Oh fuck yes!” he responded and I wondered if he was getting hard thinking about me fucking myself with my heel while he was at work. Part of me really hoped so, and another part of me didn’t want to get him in trouble. But I couldn’t help it. I was just so fucking horny and I wanted to show off for him, make him so horny that he would come and fuck me as soon as he got off of work. “DO IT NOW!” he commanded and I followed his instructions, spreading my legs, pushing my black panties to the side and slipping the slender heel into my pussy for the first time. 

“Wow. How does it feel?” he asked, when he saw my message. 

“It’s sharper than expected. But so fucking hot!” I replied. I made sure the camera was on me as I fucked myself with my high heel. I thought about him and how good his cock felt as it moved in and out of me. I pretended my heel was his perfect dick and I began to feel the feelings I did when he was with me. My craving for him was strong, and though he couldn’t be here with me in my time of need, I knew that he would come as soon as he saw how hard I was about to cum on my heel. 

I let out a few tentative moans before the real orgasm came. I don’t know why it felt so fucking good as that slim stiletto worked in and out of my hole. All I know is that it did. It felt like him with his arms around me, kissing me, telling me how hot he was for me. I could almost hear him whisper, “So fucking hot,” right before I came. I let out a series of screams and I felt my body uncontrollably shuddering as I climaxed. 

I laid there, my phone still recording, drool escaping from my mouth. I was listless and distracted, having cum so hard that I could barely move or think in the aftermath. My high heel was soaked in my cum and I looked down at it and wondered if I had ruined my favorite pair of shoes. I didn’t care. It had been worth it. I grabbed for my phone and sent him the video.

“HOLY FUCK!” came his reply. “I get off late, but I’m coming over as soon as I get off!” His message sounded desperate and I felt kind of bad for him. I had just cum super hard and he was stuck at work, probably with blue balls at this point after the videos and pics I’d sent of myself. But my little stunt with my high heel had done the trick. He was coming over later and I was going to get the real thing. I couldn’t wait, but until then I still had one more stiletto to ruin. I’d fucked the right heel, and next up was the left one. 

pics courtesy of @noahs-ally

Everyone remembers the day that Abby Tillman f…

Everyone remembers the day that Abby Tillman fucked Abraham Tucker on the bus on the way home from The Museum of Tolerance. It was the first co-ed field trip they’d ever allowed for our two private schools to do. We were given a lecture about being responsible and everything had been by the book the whole way there. 

The field trip had been interesting, but no one had been paying attention to the docent, as he spoke about racism and tolerance. Instead, we watched as Abby Tillman and Abraham Tucker went from flirting to holding hands. Before we knew it they were making out at every turn. Whenever our teachers would look away, they were all over each other. 

“Look, his hand is up her skirt,” Becca whispered to the other girls in our group and we all turned to see that it was true. Abby’s face was fixed into a look of concentration as she tried not to let her expression reveal the intense pleasure she was feeling. Abraham was really finger fucking her and her body began to shake as we all looked on, oblivious to the docent’s commands for our attention. 

By lunchtime we were all in awe as Abraham took Abby back behind the dumpster. We all took turns creeping over to get a look. I walked with two of my friends to where we could see. Abby Tillman had her skirt flipped up and I watched as Abraham’s cock moved in and out of her. I’d never seen anyone actually fuck before, but I wasn’t shocked. It seemed so natural, and I wondered when it would be my turn to get fucked the way that Abby was. I knew I was old enough to fuck, I just hadn’t had any guys show interest in me, and I wasn’t sure quite how to make that happen. 

Abby had everything going for her. Her long, dark hair was perfectly straight and even without make-up she looked like she had spent hours in the mirror getting ready. Girls like her had it easy. All the guys wanted her. I watched her with envy as his cock moved in and out of her. She was moaning loudly enough for me to hear and the sounds she was making made something inside of me ache. I wanted something, I just didn’t know what it was I wanted. 

After lunch we did the rest of the tour and I let myself follow Abby wherever she went. I watched as she let Abraham finger her, kiss her and grope her as we walked along, and then stopped. Every time they stopped he touched her or kissed her. I wished for hands like his all over my body the way he was all over Abby. It’s all I wanted, and I felt my own pussy dripping with wetness. I was swollen with lust as I got onto that bus at the end of our trip. 

I made sure I was sitting where I would have a clear view of Abraham and Abby. I watched with interest as Abby handed our teachers some cookies her mother had made for them. She also gave them two juice boxes to wash their cookies down. 

“Your mother is amazing. Tell her I said thank you,” Mrs. Jenkins said, happily, popping the cookie into her mouth. The bus took off and we settled in for the two hour drive. I kept my eyes on Abby Tillman and sure enough, she spread her legs for Abraham and begged him to fuck her. I could hear her begging him. 

“Please fuck me.” 

“We can’t this is the bus.” 

“I gave the teachers the special cookies.” 

“You did!?”

“Yes.” 

“Oh my God, they are passed out,” he said with a laugh and my head turned to where our teachers lay against the windows, passed out. 

“Fuck me,” she begged. 

“What about everyone else?” Abraham asked her. 

“Fuck it. They like to watch. Don’t they Barbara?” Abby said, looking into my eyes. I hadn’t realized she even knew my name. She’d never said much to me before. 

“Yeah,” I said. “I like to watch.” My eyes met Abby’s and she gave me a delicious smile that made my pussy want something from her. I had never felt the way I was feeling as I watched Abby pull Abraham’s cock from his pants. She stroked it as she looked at me, putting on a show. My mouth dropped open with disbelief. She was such a slut! 

Her mouth wrapped around his cock, but she kept her eyes on me as she sucked him. My pussy was dripping, soaking my panties to an uncomfortable saturation point. I shifted in my seat and unbuttoned my pants. I let out a sigh of relief as my fingers found my clit and I rubbed it, watching Abby as she pulled his cock from her mouth and got on his cock. 

She rode him, her ass facing me and I could see his cock stretching her out and her tight, little asshole. I felt my pussy surge with heat and I wanted something so much. I just didn’t know what it was, exactly. I rubbed my clit until I was moaning, letting out a slow moan that attracted the attention of some of my other classmates. 

“Look at Barbara!” I heard someone say about me. I was rubbing my pussy hard and fast. I didn’t care who saw me. I was so horny watching Abby as she changed her position. 

He was sitting in the seat, his legs in the aisle. She was on top of him, facing me. She looked at me and gave me a naughty smirk as she rode him, bracing herself on the tops of the seat as she used them for leverage. She was fucking him harder and faster and the rest of the bus was now aware that Abby was being slutty. 

“WHORE!” came a call from one of the guys. Suddenly everyone was on the edge of their seats. Cameras came out and the filming began. Abby smiled at everyone, obviously loving that she was doing something wrong and that she was the center of attention for it. She began to moan a bit and the bus driver looked like he was clueing in on what was happening. We formed a wall of bodies in front of Abby, blocking her from the driver’s view and we watched and prayed, hoping that one day we could be as cool as Abby was. 

“Come here Barbara,” Abby called to me as she continued to bounce on Abraham’s big dick. I almost couldn’t believe she was talking to me, but she called me by name and pointed at me, then beckoned me to come to her. I moved to her, afraid of what was going to happen, but so enamored with her that I couldn’t stop myself. 

“Kiss me, Barbara,” she moaned, stretching her arms out toward me. I let her pull me in and she kissed me before I could stop it. I’d never kissed anyone before other than my relatives. I’d always wanted to be kissed, and in my mind I’d envisioned it would be with a guy the first time. But this kiss was nice and as I allowed it to continue she stuck her tongue in my mouth and began to move it around. I could feel her body being jostled by Abraham’s cock. 

“She just kissed a girl!” someone yelled and now even the students who had been ignoring Abby were watching her as she pushed my head down to her pussy. 

“Lick my pussy, Barbara.” 

“I um, I don’t know…” I was scared as she pushed my face into her pussy. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, not with all those cameras out. But I couldn’t stop myself. I lapped at her pussy the best I could, enjoying being made to do something sexual by such a pretty girl. I ate her pussy, realizing as I did it that this was what I was made to do. Suddenly, it all made sense. I wasn’t into guys the way I was into Abby. I hadn’t been watching Abraham’s cock as he fucked her. I’d been watching Abby Tillman from the start. She was beautiful and naughty, and her pussy tasted so good. 

“Cum in her pussy!” someone said in a loud whisper. Our classmates had formed a tight huddle around us and I heard Abraham grunt as he came into of her. When he was done he lifted her by the hips off of his cock and swung his legs toward the window. Abby kept her legs open. 

“You ever seen a cream pie before?” she asked me. 

“A what?” I asked, stupidly. I didn’t know that much about sex. 

“Watch,” she told me and then she began to squeeze Abraham’s cum from her pussy. “Have you ever tasted cum before?” 

“Ewww. No!” I cried. 

“Try it,” she said, and she stuck her finger into her pussy and pulled it back out. She lifted her finger to my mouth. I hesitated, but everyone was watching me and I wanted to be cool. I wanted everyone to think I was sexually advanced and so I licked her finger. It tasted bitter, and strange. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t good. “Good?” she asked.

“No, it’s weird.” 

“Try some more,” she said and she pushed my face into her pussy. Everyone was laughing and taking pictures and videos as she made me eat her pussy. I probably should have hated it, but as I looked up at her and saw how much making me clean her up was making her happy, I let it happen for her. All these other people didn’t matter. The girl I really wanted to impress was right in front of me. I buried my face in her pussy and I showed her how hungry for her I was. I showed her how I would do whatever she liked. 

“Good girl, Barbara. You’re so much cooler than I thought. Come sit by us,” she smiled, pulling me up and patting the seat behind her. I moved there and she began to talk to me about everything she loved about what we had just done. “I’m glad we got closer on this trip, Barbara. Honestly, if I knew you liked eating pussy I would have hit you up a long time ago.” 

“You don’t think we’re going to hell for being lesbians?” I asked her. 

“No way. We’re not lesbians. We’re bisexual. So don’t worry. We’re not going to hell.” Then she gave me the kind of kiss that legends are made of. The next day our video was all over the internet. Everyone saw it, including my parents. Luckily we were all over eighteen or it would have been considered child porn. But it was all worth it, because after that, Abby and I became best friends. She let me fuck her all the time, and she taught me everything she knew about fucking guys. Now we fuck all kinds of hot guys together and it’s perfect. Abby Tillman may have been the biggest slut in the school, but now I was the second biggest slut. And everyone seemed to like me a lot more when I was sucking and fucking anyway. 

“Why? Why are you doing this?” I cried.“Watch yourself on the…

“Why? Why are you doing this?” I cried.

“Watch yourself on the screen slut. I’m recording this. This is a live stream to everyone in the senior class. I knew I’d eventually get you in bed. I know you’re a slut. I know you don’t remember when we were freshmen and I asked you out and you told me to fuck off. Then you laughed.” He was fucking me, his computer screen aimed at us, my face clearly visible. All of my friends were watching me get raped on camera. I tried to tell them that I was being strong with my eyes. A few tears even fell. 

“Well, I remember it you cunt,” he went on. “And now, you’re going to get fucked on camera and everyone is going to see what a little slut you are. You’re so slutty you’re fucking the guy you turned down back in the day. Looks like I’m going to get the last laugh now. Huh, slut? Oh. And I’m going to nut so far up in your pussy you’re definitely going to get pregnant with my rape baby.” 

 I’d fucked my way through most of them by then. It was fun…

 I’d fucked my way through most of them by then. It was fun being the neighborhood slut. I laid out in my backyard naked and waited for all the guys to peek over my fence. They grew bolder over the years until they were knocking at my door and asking for sex. My husband worked a lot, and I found myself smuggling them in one and two at a time. 

I fucked all of their young cocks, giving them my pussy, ass and mouth to use as they saw fit. Word spread quickly through the block that I was the horny, housewife whose husband was always gone. I didn’t have kids of my own, and so the empty house got boring. The young boys of my neighborhood filled my afternoons with fun, and my pussy full of cum. 

My favorite one was Allen. He had a nice, thick cock and he knew how to use it. He had a girlfriend of his own, which had given him plenty of hours of practice fucking. I let Allen fuck me whenever and however he wanted. I even set up a security system in the house so no matter where he fucked me it would be captured on video. I fucked myself to the videos of us so many times, but no matter how many times he fucked me, it was never enough. 

I was addicted to Allen’s cock, and I didn’t want to be. So I did the only thing I could think of to forget about him. I fucked as many of the other neighborhood boys as I could, thinking that the more cum I collected in my pussy that wasn’t Allen’s, the better. I mistakenly believed that as long as I was fucking other guys that I wouldn’t get attached to Allen. 

Unfortunately, my plan backfired. The other cocks I fucked only served to highlight how much better Allen’s was and how much I wanted him. I became obsessed, calling him at all hours of the day and night, even when my husband was home. I would sneak out to the backyard and let Allen bang my ass out while my husband slept. I would meet him in parking lots for car sex. I would even sneak into his parent’s house and fuck him in his bedroom when he was alone. I had it bad, and Allen knew it. He knew he had some ungodly power over me. 

“It’s okay. I like that you crave my cock,” he told me one night as he bent me over the couch. My husband was working late, but he could be home any minute and something about that excited me. My husband didn’t even know Allen or any of the other stupid little boys on our street existed. He thought I spent my days writing my novel. But the truth was I only had one page of writing done, and I had about 40 stupid little boys under my belt. I’d been keeping track. 

I still remember that night well, the night my husband came home early and walked into the living room to find me bent over, my arms restrained by Allen. He was fucking my ass roughly, more roughly than I’d ever let my husband fuck my ass. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” my husband screamed.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I screamed, and Allen pulled his cock from me and jumped backwards. We scrambled for our clothes and Allen ran out the front door, leaving my husband and I alone. 

“So you weren’t just getting fucking in the ass by Allen Jenkins?” my husband asked,

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I began to cry. I felt remorse. I’d gotten caught after two years of getting away with it. I had known this day would cum. I just hadn’t been able to stop myself.

“I’ve known for a long time,” he told me with a sigh. 

“Excuse me? What?” I asked.

“I found your surveillance system a long time ago. You really shouldn’t use the same username and password for everything,” he admonished. My mind ran through everything, all the fucking, all the surveillance videos. If my husband had seen them all then he knew everything. I had been so careless, so stupid. 

“Oh my God. Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, confused. 

“Because I jack off to those videos. Very hot, honey. I was afraid if I said something you’d stop fucking all the neighborhood boys. I can’t believe what a fucking slut you are, honey. I just wish you’d have come to me. I would have helped you.” 

“So you’re not mad?” I asked. 

“Oh, I’m mad. I’m livid. It’s just I’m more horny than I am mad. In fact, maybe you can call Allen back over here. I was enjoying watching him fuck your ass,” he told me. 

“Seriously?” I asked. 

“Seriously,” he answered. 

“Okay then,” I said and I grabbed my phone and texted Allen. Life was full of surprises, and my husband had absolutely shocked me. It was going to be difficult to get Allen back over here after having been caught by my husband, but I was going to try. And if I couldn’t get him I had 39 other stupid little boys to choose from. 

The best night I ever had was the night that my parents went out…

The best night I ever had was the night that my parents went out of town and left me by myself in the house. I had just turned twenty a few nights before that and I was still celebrating. I had all my hook-up apps going when I ran into this guy named Christian. He was hot and he had a big cock, but the best part about him was that he had a twin brother. 

“I’ll fuck you right now if I can fuck you both,” I typed into the app. 

“Where can we go?” he typed back. 

“I’m home alone right now,” I told him, which is so stupid, looking back. I could have been killed! But I wasn’t thinking about being killed, unless you count getting drilled by cock as a killer, which I do. 

Instead they came over, and true to their word they were identical twins with identical monster cocks. I couldn’t have been more thrilled. I instantly turned into a slut, dissolving into a puddle of sluttiness all over their cocks. I sucked their dicks like a horny, little bitch. I couldn’t get them far enough down my throat, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Their big, twin cocks made me feel things I’d never felt before.

I let them fuck me too, at first one at a time but as I got more comfortable they began to work together. I had one twin cock in my pussy and the other one in my ass and it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced. It was all I’d ever wanted in my entire life. I screamed with joy and ecstasy, The reverberations of my heart through my veins shook me to the core and I found myself hopelessly lost in wave after wave of pleasure. I felt like I was being torn apart by their cocks, but it hurt so beautifully that the ache turned into something perfect, something I will always cherish. 

They dumped loads of cum in every one of my holes, all over my face, my tits and my ass. I let them use me, not caring about anything but the moment and the next orgasm they would bring me. It was so primal, so perfect. They were a perfect pair. They fucked me until the morning and I had to send them on their way. I’ll never forget the way my parents looked at me that day when they came home. 

“We watched the video surveillance footage,” my mother said in a quivering voice. “Who were those men and did they rape you or did you let them do that?” she asked. She was crying like she was worried and I didn’t know what to say. I mean, how do you tell your mom you let two twin strangers into the house to fuck you however they wanted to? 

I still remember how I caught her. She told me she was working…

I still remember how I caught her. She told me she was working late and would meet me at the club later. I knew she was cheating, which was why I installed the fucking cameras. I had access to the whole security system from my phone and I opened the app, thinking that I might have left the front door unlocked when something on one of the live cameras caught my eye. I looked closer and it was Bethany, my girlfriend! It wasn’t just her, though. 

Bethany had her legs spread and there was some naked, hot girl licking her pussy and shoving what looked like a toy in and out of Bethany’s pussy! I was so fucking mad! I started to freak the fuck out. I stood up from my table and made my way to the bathroom. I locked myself in one of the stalls and I watched the live feed to my living room couch. There was no sound but I could see that Bethany was cumming. She was screaming and her body was twitching and bucking as the girl licking her pussy worked her clit. 

I wanted to call Bethany and scream at her, to call her names and slap her fucking slutty face, but I didn’t call her. I didn’t want to stop watching the feed and I knew that if I made a phone call I might miss precious minutes of Bethany cheating on me with this bitch I’d never seen in my life. Bethany had lied to me! She had told me she was at work! Now I knew the truth. She was still working, all right. She was working that bitch’s tongue in and out of her pussy. 

I knew what I needed to do. I needed to drive home and stop this from happening. I tried to leave the bathroom, but when I walked out the door the wifi quit on me and I lost the signal! I hurried back to the bathroom. I had missed something in the video. Now Bethany donned a strap on cock and she was fucking the girl in the pussy with it. Oh my God! I couldn’t believe it! Bethany was fucking a bisexual woman! I was a lesbian and she was always bitching about how I wouldn’t have anything to do with a cock! Now I understood why she was cheating on me. She wanted to fuck someone else with her plastic cock because I wouldn’t take it. I gasped and tears stung my eyes. 

I could see the other girl’s face as Bethany fucked her. I saw her orgasm face as it twisted, her eyes rolling back into her head. It was so hot to watch Bethany take control of another woman like that. So much so that I pulled my pants and panties down and shoved a few fingers down to my clit. I rubbed myself as I watched my girlfriend ravage the shit out of the stranger’s pussy. I made myself cum as I watched the concentration on Bethany’s face and then the smile as she made the girl cum on her plastic cock. 

I wanted to be that girl. I had been wrong to deny Bethany something that was so clearly a part of who she was. I had no one but myself to blame for being cheated on, and for some reason this made my pussy very fucking wet. I came hard again on my fingers as I continued to watch them, as Bethany made the girl suck all her pussy juices from the plastic cock. I took my shaking finger and pressed the single button it took to call Bethany. I watched the feed as her head turned to her phone just before she answered. 

“Hi honey! Don’t worry. I’m at home. Just changing. I’m naked right now,” she said seductively. 

“Are you alone?” I asked her. 

“Yes,” she lied. 

“Okay. Well I’m waiting for you at the club. Why don’t you bring your little friend that doesn’t exist,” I said with a smug smile. 

“What? What do you mean?” she asked, not sure if I was calling her out. 

“I didn’t even know you owned a strap on,” I added just so she would know I saw her. 

“Oh my God, do you have cameras set up here?” her voice rose in anger. “I can’t believe this!” 

“Don’t worry, Bethany. I thought it was hot. I would love to get to know you and your little friend better if you’ll let me. Come, let me buy you two drinks.”

“You’re not mad?” she asked. 

“I’m hurt you didn’t think you could tell me. But I understand why. Will I see you soon?” I asked, and I tried my best to let her know with my heart that I still loved her. 

“Okay, we’ll be there soon,” she said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said, and I did. I meant it. I loved her and I wanted her to be happy, and I just wanted to be a part of whatever fun she wanted to get into. I smiled to myself as I thought about how she’d looked when she was fucking that girl with her strap on. She looked empowered and happy, and that was all I ever wanted for her. 

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