coating her glistening lips in my hot seed, some of it shooting up to her stomach.
I sat on my knees, totally spent, panting for air. Her ass lowered to the bed and the pillow slowly moved from her face. She stared at me, a look of satisfaction on her face. It quickly turned to a frown.
"You're a real motherfucker."
"What?" I gave her a puzzled look.
"Jesus, I've never been so fucking hot in my life. Where the fuck did that come from?"
I shrugged.
MARK
I had let some time pass and still hadn't heard from James. I couldn't help it. I had to go find her. Beg for her to come back.
I had checked every door and came up empty. I walked to the next and twisted the locked door knob. What the fuck? Doors were never locked at the house. I heard a voice that sounded like Chloe's. Then I heard a male voice. Rage boiled in my veins. I leaned down and hammered my shoulder through the door, sending it flying open. I looked up to confirm my worst nightmare. James was sitting there, Chloe naked.
I glanced to her stomach and it was covered with come. James sat there, staring, his cock still half mast.
"What the fuck?" It was a horrible dream. It was the only explanation. He was supposed to be my best friend. Pain ripped through my palms as my nails dug into them.
"Look, just calm down—"
"Calm down? Fuck you! You just fucked my girlfriend! You're supposed to be my best friend!"
"Yeah, well you knew I wanted her and you took her. Just like you've done our entire life 'mister I get whatever the fuck I want'."
"It's not my fault you're a little pussy who didn't ask her out. Not my fault she wanted a man and not some little fucking computer jockey who can't seal the deal."
"Yeah, that's why she told me she's never been fucked so hard in her life."
I looked to Chloe. "Did you tell him that?"
She shrugged and looked away. Confirming it without a god damn word.
Before I knew it there was a James sized hole in the wall and I was on top of him, my hand clutching his neck.
I had expected to hear Chloe scream. She wasn't a fan of violence. Her silence was the only thing that stopped me. I pulled James up by the throat and we both looked over to her. She was on all fours, watching us fight over her. I'd never seen her look that way before.
"Are you boys done yet? I have needs over here."
She palmed her tits at the sight of us. I was living in the twilight zone.
"What the fuck?"
She looked at James. "Do you want to tell him?"
James looked as perplexed as I did. What the fuck?
CHLOE
Watching them fight over me on the ground sent waves of pleasure into my clit. It was so fucking hot. My god, I couldn't believe how hard James fucked me. How good he ate my pussy. I hadn't come that hard in a long, long time. Sometimes the underdog comes out of nowhere to pleasure the girl.
These two fucking dummies had fallen for it though. The innocent, small-town girl routine. James caught on a little, but even a brilliant mind like his didn't know the end game. I didn't mind.
"Go on James. Tell him what happened between us. Don't spare any details, lover." I circled my clit and could still feel James' mouth on it. Fuck, that boy can eat pussy.
"I-I, umm."
I giggled. "James here, went in and changed my grade in our computer class. Used it as leverage to get inside little ol' me." I leaned to my back and played with myself in front of them, circling my clit and sinking a finger in as I moaned to the ceiling. The thought of both of them fighting over me and then fucking every hole in my body sent me to the clouds.
Mark glared at James, but my display kept his anger at bay. He was still confused, made truth of the phrase 'dumb jock'.
"You see, but what James there didn't realize, is that there is software that can trace IP addresses, if you really know what the fuck you're doing. His sloppy hacking was the shit little kiddies are made of. I certainly hope his sub routines aren't as piss poor in his advanced classes as his worthless little
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