Task 10.5– Friend Reunion

That’s when the climate changed in the room, this wasn’t about my pleasure to them, wasn’t about their friend and the sexual connection we had all suddenly made, I was now to be used. It couldn’t have been more obvious when two hands found the back of my head and a cock was thrust into my mouth and down my throat. It would have been more pleasurable if my jaw didn’t feel so tight, but the burning sensation in my throat by being face fucked that most girls probably complained about, fueled the fire between my legs that was now getting fucked for the second time in my life.

“So, fucking tight,” was what I thought I heard, still unable to tell one voice from another, I had no idea who was now underneath and who was using my throat.

Large, smooth, firm hands grabbed my ass and pulled me down harder and harder onto the cock I was impaled on, hitting new spots inside of me that I never knew existed. I had no idea how something so big could fit in me and had images of being stabbed by it, hitting and piercing my insides. That’s when I felt hands firmly grasp my waist, hands that felt so big that they felt like they wrapped around me entirely with thumbs digging into my back and fingers into my stomach, I felt like a tiny child in comparison.

“Fuck that slut’s ass,” words that should have shocked me, words that came from a dear friend that knew me all my life and how religious and innocent I was raised.

Maybe it was all the drugs, my writing, my experiences until now, maybe the hardest part to really realize even now with words like that were, it’s true. I feel now looking back more regret if it hadn’t happened then it did. How many people can say they lived out their sexual fantasies, even the most extreme and unlikely ones that they could only sit at home and masturbate to the thought of never having the chance to even come close to trying.

The real proof, the one thing that “sealed” the deal was when I felt the tip of a third cock press against my ass. It didn’t make it at first, no matter how it tried and my moans of pain or possible pleasure, or both, it was hard to tell at the time made it sound like I just wanted it more. That disgusting sound of spit as I could only imagine someone spitting in their hands, putting it all over their cock and pressing in with all their strength made me feel like a whore.

The dick now trying to fuck my ass pushed me forward and backwards onto the other two while it roughly took me. That’s until I started to push back to meet it, now I went from the use fuck doll to the slutty participant. Eventually the cock in my ass slid in and out with ease, every hand from the ones grabbing the back of my head, fingers digging into my ass and gripping my waist tightened and their cocks thrust harder and deeper. If you look at it from the guys perspective, they were now using me to get their rocks off, but for some strange reason I felt like they were putting in all their effort to pleasure me.

“God I’m going to fucking cum,” I wasn’t sure which was about to, I was on the pill, but I wasn’t sure if they knew that.

The cock fucking my ass drove in deep and held there, I could feel it twitching inside of me as I felt a warmth fill my ass and grunts echo through the room. The cock in my pussy began to fuck harder and faster as if it was trying to catch up, you could feel the slaps of our skin coming together and I thought he was going to be the next to cum when the dick in my mouth shoved in just as hard and as deep as the one that just came, I thought they were trying to see if they could touch tips for a second.

His fingers gripped and tugged slightly on my hair as I felt him start to unload down my throat. I breathed the best I could through my nose but my heart was beating so fast that I thought I would black out from the lack of air, until he suddenly pulled out and I gasped. Moans following behind each gasp and with firm hands gripping my ass pulled me down firmly until I was thoroughly sitting on the boy under me, his dick so deep, I thought he was in my stomach.

With a cock still firmly hard and plugging my ass, I felt so full and could feel every shot of cum that came out of his cock, the idea that he may not know I was on the pill sent me into a degrading, spiraling orgasm at the thought of him trying to breed me. A hand grabbed the back of my head again and I prepared for another cock to fuck my mouth, but instead I was pulled down and kissed deeply. It seems all worries of sharing fluids whether they be guy or girl went out the window.

For what felt like hours, each of my holes was filled, sometimes right away, sometimes time would pass as I laid limp and exhausted on Zack’s bed and someone would grab the back of my head and fill my mouth or come behind me and start fucking my ass or pussy until they unloaded in me. Eventually I was sober and clear headed enough to get up, take the blindfold off and get dressed.

When Carlos and Anthony were fast asleep, Matt was nowhere to be found, probably in the bathroom and Zack was playing a game on his xbox without even realizing I was up. That’s until I stepped in front of him and get sprung up, I was worried he was going to try to fuck me again and I was never going to leave.

“Are you ok?” was what he asked me sounding concerned.

“Yeah,” I fell back to the meek little girl I always felt around him.

“Ok, just making sure we didn’t go too far, or hurt you, we were all kind of fucked up.”

“I know, I wanted it, this is me.”

He leaned over and gave me a hug, not one of his usual, crazy, pick me up bear hugs, it was just a loving hug.

“You know I love you right?” for a second, I thought he said it, but the words came out of my mouth.

“I know.”

“Yeah…” with that awkward answer, I walked out without making it even more awkward.

“Hey Maggie, long time no see,” it was Zack’s father.

“Yeah, Covid and life, right?”

I was definitely sobering up, my mouth was dry and my jaw felt sore as fuck, not to mention the other parts of me, other parts that felt like they were slowly leaking cum that I was hoping my shorts were catching. I was leaking cum of four guys that fucked me for hours in front of one of their fathers. I bit my lip thinking if he would like to be the fifth guy to add a load, not to mention the idea of having someone’s father fuck me was an awfully big fantasy as well.

It was weird to think that all the rumors in high school that I only hung out with these guys was because I let them take turns fucking me was now actually true. Guys I considered brothers to me, now were the first notches on my “belt” of sluthood.

“Need a ride for old times’ sake?”

A ride? I don’t think he had ever offered me a ride in the past, I usually only took my bike, “no that’s ok, I live by UCF now, I drove here.”