I was drunk, probably beyond drunk. I had a beer in one hand and a stranger grinding on my ass. I didn't care to look back, but by the protruding lump in between my ass, I knew it was a guy.
"So are we gonna fuck or what," the guy behind me asked as he felt me up.
It took a while to process through my muddled mind. He took his time to take his hands from my waist to my ass. He was so soft with it either, especially as he went up to my breasts. Squeezing them entirely too hard and humping my ass as he went.
This certainly sobered me up enough. "Back off, I don't do that kind of thing." I told him in my strongest voice, but my words were slurred. Suddenly, my voice was gone. This guy wasn't someone I didn't know, quite the contrary, he was someone I've known my whole life. He was my tormentor in school and at home. He was a bully. He was a 6 foot, 175 pounds of milk chocolate with a lean, athletic build. He was every girls wet dream in high school. Even in college, his reign of torment won't end. He's my brother's best friend, Marcus.
I gasped, my only thoughts were that this couldn't be happening. I was in total shock.
"I didn't ask you for your opinion, slut." He dominated my 5 foot 2 inch frame. I might be what they call thick with a 34D cup and a large butt. However, even with my drunken stupor, I knew he could easily overpower me. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and a tingle to my pussy.
He grabbed my arm and led me out of the party. I stumbled behind him with my lack of coordination. When we got outside, it was muggy and sticky as the Louisiana air could be on a September night.
"Where's your ride," he asked me. The look in his eyes spoke volumes of fire, lust, passion, and a hint of anger.
"Well," I started. "I had a boyfriend, but he went with that slut bucket Janice. I caught them in the bathroom, fucking on the sink. They were just going at it like she wasn't my best friend and he wasn't my boyfriend. Looks like those bitches don't have a ride home tonight."I giggled and just went into a full on laugh.
Marcus just looked at me like a crazed person. So I gave him my keys and told him that my car was about a block down. It was a silver 2003 Chevy Malibu.
I was stumbling, trying my hardest to keep up with him. Suddenly he just stopped, turned around and picked me up. Impresses by his strength, but the I felt a slight breeze on my ass. I don't think Marcus knew it, but my already short skirt had rose up. Not a small part of my ass was showing, like it was when I was dancing. All of my red lace panties are showing for the world to see.
Upon reaching the car, he put his hands on my hips to steady me on the ground. While steadying me, I could feel his hardon on my stomach. My skirt was still up and over my ass. he gasps as he got a full view of the front of my body. I have never had a sexual thought about him, but this moment is having my mind scatter to thoughts unimaginable. My panties were starting to moisten. My conscious had already made up my mind, the only thought was that we're fucking tonight.
My hand brushed across his crotch and a moan escaped his lips. His hands were suddenly everywhere, on my breasts and slowly they were going down. Everything stopped when I heard my keys jingle.
"You're such a tease," I told him. I stuck my tongue out at him as I got in the passenger side of my car.
"You have no idea." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Where's your apartment, Melly?"
I was surprised, I hadn't heard that nickname in years. As I told him the instructions, he began to drive. After about 10 minutes of small talk, he turned on the radio. He started to change the station and I smacked his hands away.
"Don't. Don't you ever touch my radio again." I was defensive about my radio, I hated it when someone changed it. It was an R&B station that played some great old school.
We arrived at my apartment in one piece. I took my keys back to unlock the door, I felt a little giddy and awkward from the beer and because no one had ever been in my apartment since I moved in.
"Well aren't you going to show me around?" He asked.
I glared at him, there wasn't much to see. My apartment was open and all the rooms flowed into the other .
"What we just walked into is the living room." I explained. "The dining room is to the right, behind those pocket doors and the kitchen is behind that. There's a half bathroom on the first door to your left and my bedroom is the last door to your left."
"It's a nice place you have here. It's not something that I thought you'd have more pink and panda bears everywhere," he teased.
I grimaced, he couldn't be talking about my room back at my parents' house. I instantly wished I could turn into a puddle.
"How do you know what my room looks like? Are you a stalker or something?" I questioned.
"No, I just spied on the chic who's window was perfectly aligned with mine for years."
I could do nothing but stare. I was confused, 'okay maybe it's the alcohol. Or maybe I'm just dreaming,' I thought. I turned to head to my room.
"I'm going to go shower," I called behind me. 'I need to mull this over in the shower,' I thought silently. I smelled like someone had a frat party on top of me.
I wasn't exhausted as I'd thought when I stepped into the shower. The hot water cascading off of my voluptuous body. 'Time to deal with my thoughts,' I told myself. 'First off, I have my worst nightmare in my apartment. He called me a slut but then he was concerned for my well being. That is so confusing, contradictory. I don't know but whatever it is, it's turning me on. Lastly, there is my ex best friend and ex boy friend, fuck those bitches. They didn't care for me while they were fucking like rabbits.'
I broke my train of thought when I saw Marcus stripping in my bathroom.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," I shouted at him. Oh yes, I am pissed and he had invaded my thinking time.
"Coming to save you, you've been in here for a long time. I almost thought you'd drown in here." He joked with me while taking off his boxers.
There he was in all his glory and I'm here praising him with my eyes. I studied his features from head to toe. Then I notice the giant between his legs, it had to be at least 10 inches and about as thick as my wrist. I was almost salivating as he stepped into my shower.
He took the soap from its container. a towel from the rack, and starts to make bubbles. Then he started rubbing down my body with the towel, small bubbles and suds are everywhere. They're on my neck, my breasts, my legs, my ass. It was so sensual and almost caring.
I had to return this favor.
I made him turn with his back to me. I finally got to see every detail of his body, starting with his back of course. Then I go down to the back of his thighs and calves. I tapped his shoulder to signal him to turn around. I am greeted with his dick poking directly into my belly. Focusing on my task at hand, I started with his neck, down to his well sculpted chest, further towards his abs. I skipped his Johnson and kneeled to do his legs and finally his penis. I took great care in washing it and I do so as slow as possible. He groans Out loud. Taking the towel and wringing it out, I pushed him under the shower head. Its not as hot as when I'd first stepped in. I rinsed his body off, taking more time to see that there are no bubbles present on his body. Then I cut the water off.
While towel drying my hair, I grabbed for my robe. Marcus' hand grabs mine and the look in his eyes said that I won't be needing it at all tonight.
We're still in the bathroom, Marcus opened the door first and leaves out of my room. I am there left without any release . I needed it, I craved it. So I lay on my bed and let my fingers get to work. Skillfully, I put my index and middle fingers in my cunt while my thumb rubs on my clit. My body was on fire and nothing will stop me from getting my release.
My moans fuill the room and I'm not sure if they drift through the rest of the apartment. But Marcus came back and found this erotic scene unfolding. I was in total bliss and oblivious to him.
Until I feel an extra set of hands coming up to my inner thighs. I stopped everything and gaze into his eyes. They burned with lust and as Marcus is still watching my eyes, I lift my slick fingers that had been in my pussy. His eyes drifted to my fingers. I lift them to my mouth and sucked. 'damn, ' I thought. 'i taste great.'
Then I whispered, "Fuck me." It was barely audible but he got the message.
My butt was already on the edge of my king sized bed. I tried to slip to my knees and give him a blow job, but he denied me. I wanted to say that I wish to please you.
In his deep voice, "If I wished for you to use your hands and mouth, I would've asked."
Now Marcus went back to work as I get positioned back on my bed. He admires my body for a second.
Soon he's coating his cock with my juices. I'm anticipating the intrusion in my body, but he kept teasing me by rubbing his cock on my slit. I moan each time while jolts of electricity surged through my body.
Finally, he aligned his cock with my pussy. Marcus pushed and ended up balls deep in my cunt. We groaned in unison. I feel so full and his cock was rubbing against my cervix. This added to my pleasure.
Pretty soon we had a rhythm going, it was slow and sensual almost like our pelvises were grinding together. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me!" I ordered you. "Fuck me so hard I won't walk in the morning." Marcus thrusted and I gasped. He kept going with so much stamina and gusto, that my moans turned into to screams and pretty soon I'm cumming. My pussy tightened around his cock like a vice, my juices were flowing freely, and I have spasms. I cursed like a sailor and he was loving every moment of it.
Marcus was still thrusting in and out of me. Involuntarily. my pussy clenched and unclenched with the aftershocks of an amazing orgasm.
We switched positions, so that now we are doggy style. His cock felt bigger and I felt my self on the edge of cumming again. A sheen of sweat coated the both of us. His balls slapped against my clit repeatedly.
Marcus must've known, "Don't you cum." He demanded. I tried to hold it off, I waited for what seemed like an eternity before Marcus said, "Babe, I'm gonna cum in your tight cunt. Cum with me!"
Then he put his hand on my clit and stimulated me further. I was over the edge now and I came. It was harder than before. Next thing I feel is Marcus' hot spunk flooding my cunt. I rode out my orgasm, I was beyond satisfied.
I felt Marcus' softening member slip out of my pussy along with some of our mixed juices.
I laid on my stomach in the middle of the bed. Marcus, however, laid on his back beside me with a hand on my ass. I turned to look at him and he said, "this was great. We should do this again sometime."
He playfully smacked my ass and with that he kissed my forehead. I drifted into oblivion. He'd told me something else, but I was to far into my sleep and I just nodded my head and said "mhmm."