Chapter 3: That Bastard... That wonderful bastard.
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Before I continue with my story, I should point out that when I was 19, I was very thin but my ass has always been the first thing about me to be complimented. Many night stands, boyfriends, lovers. Getting fucked doggy-style was just something I got used to, it's what guys want. But once they are fucking me from behind, I stop being a person with feelings, I get fucked the hardest, I don't get much pleasure myself from it, it's something that I just endure. I don't have big breasts, so I always give them my ass.
It's what men love. I can't blame Hector too much, I love making cocks happy. A tight pussy and a tight ass, right? I was on all fours, my small tits swinging under me like pendulums. Kim's hips were swaying, grinding her pussy against my mouth. It wasn't a conscious decision, I just ended up wiggling my ass, a blatant signal, an invitation that Hector couldn't ignore.
I can't say what was happening behind me, I felt the bed move a little more, it was more than Kim squirming. But I can tell you, I felt Hector's hands on my ass, I froze like a deer in the headlights. It was just a flurry of emotions, the tip of his cock opening my pussy, I don't even remember breathing. It was like lighting up my spine, I was super wet, still aroused from Kim's loving, and Hector's pre-cum from jerking off for so long. It was done in less than a heartbeat, a man was fucking me, Kim's husband was fucking me. I had a cock inside me, and he never had my consent. But I couldn't snap out of my shock to stop him.
Hector's thick cock pushed forward, stretching me open in one rough thrust, his balls slapping against my clit as he bottomed out inside me. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my fingers clawing at the sheets as Kim’s hips stuttered against my mouth. She gasped, her breath hitching as Hector’s cock pistoned in and out of me, his rhythm brutal and unrelenting.
*"Fuck—Rachel—"* Kim’s voice was a broken whisper, her thighs trembling as she watched her husband fuck me with raw, possessive force.
Hector’s hands gripped my hips, there was no escaping, even if I think of it, his breath coming in ragged grunts as he took what he wanted. Kim looked at me and I looked at her, waiting for the other to tell Hector to stop.
My brain just shut off, the room filled with his grunts and hips slapping my ass, a loud thwacking sound, again and again. Finally, my body spoke first, an awful gurgling moan, I wanted to cry but I could only whimper, like the women in Japanese porn. I shut my eyes, I didn't want to remember anything, but Kim stroked my hair, comforting me, but allowing her husband to defile me, to make me his.
Hector's cock felt like a battering ram, his balls swung wildly, slapping against my clit with every rough thrust, and I could feel my own arousal dripping down my thighs. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be Kim's, only Kim's. But the alcohol, the exhaustion, all of it made me feel like I was watching from a distance—like this wasn't really me, like Rachel wasn't really here, like the woman getting fucked like a cheap whore wasn't *me*.
I felt Hector's cock swell inside me, his grip on my hips tightening painfully, his breath hitching as he started to lose control. My pussy wrapped around the shaft of his cock, it felt like my vaginal walls would tear away, despite the rough fucking, my body was loving it, the subtle shudders of an on-coming orgasm started, I started begging to Hector to keep fucking me.
“Harder Hector, please!” My voice was hoarse from all the screaming I did tonight. His cock fucked me like a two-dollar whore, raw, and unrelenting, the bed creaking underneath us, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, mixed with the sounds of heavy breathing, animal grunts, and the wet, squelching sounds of his cock stretching my tight little cunt.
Hector groaned, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he fucked me harder, deeper, his cock hitting spots inside me that made my back arch, my hips jerking back to meet his thrusts.
Kim’s hands slid down my back, her nails raking over my skin, leaving red welts in their wake. She dipped her head, her lips pressing against the back of my neck, her tongue licking a wet trail down my spine as she whispered, *"That’s it, baby… take his cock like a good slut.
You love this don’t you?"*
I couldn’t lie—not when Hector’s cock was buried so deep inside me it felt like he was splitting me in half, not when his balls were slapping against my clit with every brutal thrust, not when every inch of me was trembling with need.
*"Y-yes!"* I gasped, my voice breaking. *"Fuck, I—I love it!"*
Kim’s fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, her mouth crashing onto mine in a wet, sloppy kiss. Her tongue slid past my lips, swirling against mine as Hector’s cock pounded into me from behind, his grunts growing louder, more erratic.
Getting fucked without a condom was the last thing on my mind, his cock felt so good. I never announced it before, I never saw it in porn, but I wanted Hector to know.
"Oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck me, fuck ME!" I screamed.
I didn't know it at the time but Hector was already unloading his sperm inside me, the last violent thrusts sent me into hevan. I will confess here and now, until I met my husband, a cock has never made me come.
Never. Not once. I was the girl who faked orgasms to make my boyfriends feel good. I was the girl who would rub my clit with my toy until my thighs shook and my vision whited out, but when a real cock was inside me, no matter how good it felt, I could never finish. I think a part of me always believed that if I let a man inside me, I’d lose something—I’d become less of a woman, less of a person. That’s why I stuck to women. At least with them, I could control the pleasure, the intimacy, the whole damn thing.
But Hector?
Hector changed that in less than five minutes.
I collapsed on the bed, I was out of breath, gasping and moaning. I could swear I head a wet slopping plopping noise as Hector pulled out of me. So sensitive, I moaned as I felt my pussy contracted back to normal. As I regained my senses, I heard Kim getting angry at Hector.
"You asshole, you fucking came inside her, you were suppose to pull out!" Kim's voice was shrill and sharp as a knife.
"Isn't Rachel on the pill?" Hector's voice was rough and thick, dropping his head slowly looking at us, the cum dripping down his cock. It was too late, I couldn't change what just happened now.
"You cum in me and no one else!"
I stayed for a couple more weeks, Hector fucked me every chance he got, always filling me with his come but when Kim found out we were fucking without her, it was time to get my suitcase ready. The final straw was Kim inviting me for another threesome with my ex-boyfriend Chris. Kim is not the kind of woman you want to be around when she doesn't get her way.
She will fight you, she will shame you, she will make you feel like shit. She is not scared to call you every name in the book, in her head at least. Kim's green eyes were burning with fury, her face twisted into a sneer of disgust.
"You fucking asshole Hector! You cum in her? Right in her? You want to get her get pregnant? You want to replace me already?!"
Hector stood above me, his cock swinging like a pendulum between his legs. He tried to calm her down but Kim wasn't having it.
"Calm down Kim, we talked about this. We agreed on being open. You're fucking Chris and I have Rachel. She doesn't have a fucked out loose hole!"
I sneaked away as the screaming continued, I was already living in an apartment that Hector paid for. It wasn't love, I had no real reason to stay, other than to be Hector's fuck toy. And to be honest, I had changed, I learned to love getting hammered, and pounded, fucked hard. I learned to love cock again, and Hector was old, and I felt needs and wants in between his visits. It was time to move on.
I guess my next confession is going back to my Ex, Chris, that big fucking cock of his. I wanted to ride that monster again, I was sure my pussy would make him addicted to me.
The End