Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 8.3

By stash I mean a few dozen magazines piled in the cabinet and in my current state, I couldn’t help myself from at least seeing what they were about. I mean I knew Zach for the longest time and in that time, I never thought he ever dated a girl let alone really cared, but I guess like a typical guy, he had to think about sex at the very least, girlfriend or not. The first magazine was pretty cliché, hot busty women posing, touching themselves, telling their dirty little stories, but as I dug through a few more they became more specific, alternative, punk, gothy looking women covered into tattoos, short hair and piercings, naked, masturbating, girls going down on each other, threesomes, gangbangs, it went from pretty normal to bondage and hardcore sex.

Too bad for me, the more I looked the more turned on I got, with each turn of the page I started to picture myself in the position of all of those women and that Zach was really masturbating thinking of me. I felt my shorts slowly slip completely down my legs, pooling at my feet as I had let go of them growing more and more interested in the magazines I found and the hand once holding my shorts up moved from my side, sliding over my leg going straight for my pussy. It was already wet enough as it was between the pot and my state of dress but this was just pushing my mind to new levels. The taboo dirtiness of finding my best friend’s porno mags and the fact that I was now looking at them and getting turned on.

I could only imagine him sitting here, mere feet from where I was standing, holding one of these and stroking his cock to these. I turned around obviously knowing that he was probably sitting on his toilet, naked, hand around his dick and I kept rubbing my clit watching him masturbating in my head. Like an out of body experience something new happened, I pictured myself walking up to him, he doesn’t even look surprised that I’m there, in fact he just smiles and looks at me as I get down on my knees in front of him and his free hand moved towards my cheek and into my hair as he guides my head towards his cock.

That was just too normal, to boring and I decided that instead of my cheek his hand went to my throat, through all the hardcore gangbang magazines. The gangbang magazines, just Zach alone probably wouldn’t fulfill any fantasy he may have since a lot of the new magazines were of girls getting gangbanged by multiple guys. Did he think about stuff like this often, did he think of me like that? I mean I was the one girl in a group of 5 and for the longest time I didn’t think of Carlos as any more than I dear friend to find out that not only was he in love with me but he had dark horny desires for god knew how long.

Maybe that’s what Zach really wanted, he wanted me to be the slut of the group, he wanted me naked, tied up and helpless as they all took their turns using me, ravaging me from head to toe and making it a regular thing, each and every time I came over. Maybe Zach was in on it as well, maybe they all were, maybe this was just one big trap to finally get me to be their little fuck toy.

I hadn’t realized it but the more depraved my own thoughts the faster my fingers had been going rubbing my clit and sending me closer and closer to orgasm until that wasn’t enough and started shoving in one finger after another as I imagined my friends shoving their cocks in me, down my throat, in my pussy and up my ass as if I was some whore and no longer the person they grew up with. For a second I thought, maybe this is it, maybe this is what I needed all along, they’re my friends, they know me, I trust them, maybe they could fulfill my desires my needs without my whole life crashing down around me. They wouldn’t have some crazy control over me, there wouldn’t be the constant threat of my parents finding out or everyone in town. I’d have 4 men, that if the other 3 were anything like Carlos, I would possibly be happily satisfied with just that.

I almost felt relieved at the thoughts, like I had found some out for this turmoil I was in and that this was the safe way to get everything I wanted when a knock came at the door and startled me back to reality, my hand that was once fucking my pussy now over my mouth out of fear that I had been moaning without realizing it and that they may have heard.

“The padawan get lost in the force?” Zach said obnoxiously through the door, sounding even more stoned when I had left them.

“No, just looking for some paper man, you’re all out, what a rude host.”

“Don’t sweat it, just check under the…”he paused, maybe realizing what else was under there or maybe because was out of it, I wasn’t entirely sure, “sink, in the back, just reach under, you’ll feel it.”

I heard him walk away, his feet slapping on the floor as he did, I wondered if he thought about what would happen if I found his stash, what I’d think of him, how awkward it probably would be after, but I couldn’t think about that and grabbed some toilet paper and wiped myself off, drying myself the best I could and fixing my clothes. Looking back at the mirror I still looked flushed, but figured they wouldn’t think twice with what we were smoking and went back to the room. The lights were off and the room was mostly dark except light of the tv screen.