Brandon worked his way through the drunken crowd, the rumour of a train being run on some “slut” upstairs pulling him. He found the bedroom in question, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the girl’s breathy cries spilled into the hallway. Through the open door, he was shocked to see his best friend’s girlfriend, on her hands and knees while some cocky jock pounded into her from behind, her face buried in the sheets to muffle her moans.
He was frozen with shock, while at the same time a dark curiosity was warring inside him. He stood there, wondering if he should bust up the party or grab his phone and call his best friend to tell him what a whore his girlfriend is, when a heavy hand shoved him from behind. “Go on, man, you’re next,” a voice grunted, propelling him into the room.
Brandon’s gaze was locked onto the glistening, pink flesh of her exposed cunt. All loyalty disappeared as he fumbled with his jeans, his already hard cock springing free as the guy who had just finished gave him a nod. Sinking into her tight, already well-used pussy, her slick walls gripping him as he gripped her hips and began to move with a desperate, punishing rhythm.
Jenna, her mouth now full of another dude’s thick shaft, never even noticed Brandon behind her as he drove into her, the sound of his flesh meeting hers barely noticeable in the crowded room.
Only hours ago, he’d seen them in the hall at school, Jenna and Jason, her head resting on his shoulder as they walked, their hands locked together like they were the only two people in the world.
Now, as she eagerly sucked cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep. She moaned as Brandon slammed into her from behind. She was a willing piece of meat. A cheating slut at a party.
He tightened his grip on her hips, his own need taking over completely, as he slammed into her harder, watching her body rock forward with each powerful thrust, forcing the dick in her mouth even deeper down her throat.
He watched the guy in front of her grip her hair, holding her head in place as he drove his dick deeper into her throat. Jenna gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, her body a conduit for their pleasure, a willing vessel. A dark thrill shot through Brandon, a possessive, ugly satisfaction. This was her truth, not the quiet girlfriend he knew, but this insatiable creature who craved being used. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the familiar pressure building as he watched her submit completely to the guys in the room. Brandon gripped her hips harder and fuck her faster.
With a final, deep thrust, he pulled out and aimed his cock at her perfect, upturned ass, painting her pale skin with thick, white ropes of his cum. He quickly tucked himself away and slipped toward the door just as the next guy in line was stepping forward to take his place. As he shuffled back into the hallway, he glanced back to see that the line at the door had grown, now three or four guys deep, all eagerly waiting their turn with his best friend’s girl.
