Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... hoped you'd save it for her."

Davin didn't say anything.

"What the fuck," I hissed in Heather's ear. "I sound like a total psycho."

"Because she's a slut, not a creep," Heather clarified.

I was sure we'd blown it. Davin would kick us out now. The only question was how quickly the news that I'd tried to baby-trap a second tier wrestler would spread around campus.

But with my not insignificant experience, I should have known better. I felt Davin's hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them. Which was, by the way, totally unnecessary, I was arching my back like a good little hoe, completely exposed.

His cock rubbed, hot and slippery, over our pussies. I adjusted slightly, anticipating it. I was horny as anything, but without any penetration to warm me up, I knew doggy would be tight.

Davin's cock positioned. I braced myself. Wiggled back on it. Felt the tip spreading me. Lined up just right.

But he didn't spear me. "Her pussy, or?" He asked.

"Pussy!" Heather and I yelled together.

"Jeez, I was just checking," Davin mumbled.

I was about to say something kind and reassuring—since the confusion was Heather's fault, not his—when he took me.

Davin plunged into me. He was slick from Heather's wetness and now my own, so no friction discouraged him from driving into me all at once. Whether he realized it or not, he simply forced the issue of his accommodation. In the time it took him to pull back again, I'd already transformed from desperately horny to ...

... properly fucked.

"Big, right?" Heather laughed at me. Which I think only encouraged Davin. "C'mere," she said and pulled my head down to bury my face in her neck.

Her skin smelled like cocoa butter and drying spit. It was overwhelming. I'd been chasing whiffs of her and now it was the only thing I breathed. My whole world, or it would have been, if Davin's cock wasn't back there reminding me how god damn full I was every time that thick taper stretched me again.

My mouth opened in sympathy with my vagina. Heather's skin filled the void between my lips and teeth. Shit, I was pressing my teeth against her. Did that hurt? I didn't seem to have the wherewithal to pull away.

"C'mon, rail her," Heather goaded.

Davin's rhythm changed. Not harder, though. Slower. Like he was savoring me. His cock pulled back, careful, deliberate. What was he doing back there?

The bed creaked. Davin's cock, now barely holding me open, shifted. He was pointing more down now, the wrong angle to fill me, but the right angle to—

I cried something unintelligible into the hollow of Heather's neck as Davin's cock, brutally hard, stroked along my g-spot.

"Oh, she likes that," Heather giggled. "Give it to her!"

I didn't think Davin needed the encouragement. He was already setting up a steady rocking that squished my spot between his cock and my public bone with each oscillation. Someone taught him how to do this, an old girlfriend maybe, I thought distantly, before the pumping got too ...