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It was graduation night 1996 and Abbie was graduating. She got ready at my apartment and brought her new boyfriend, Davis, so I could meet him. I was babysitting her daughter and Abbie was going to stay the night so we could have a little celebration with a big bottle of Vodka after graduation. Davis didn't want to go to the ceremony so I said he could hang out with me. The three of us had a couple of Screwdrivers and chatted while Abbie got ready. When she was gone I put her daughter to bed and then went into the living room with Davis. He was sitting on the couch flipping through the tv channels trying to find something worth watching.

*quot;You want another drink?*quot; I asked.

*quot;Yeah. Less juice this time,*quot; he said.

A while later we were talking about him and Abbie when he said, *quot;She's better to fuck than to look at.*quot;

*quot;Davis, that's awful! She's a nice person ya know.*quot;

*quot;Fat chics are always nice. They have to be.*quot;

*quot;She's my friend; one of my closest,*quot; I said, just a little irritated.

I went and made us another drink. We'd had several by now, and were drinking mostly Vodka with a touch of orange juice. I brought the bottle with me when I went back to the couch.

*quot;If that's what you think of her, why don't you just break up now?*quot; I asked him.

*quot;She's a piece of ass and sometimes we have some fun. She's a little kinky too.*quot;

*quot;You're cruel. Just break up now before she gets emotional.*quot;

*quot;Maybe I should dump her. Maybe I'll give you a try instead.*quot;

I nearly choked on my drink when he said that. Before I could say what an ass I thought he was, he grabbed my long hair with one hand, yanking my head back before he crushed his mouth to mine. He pushed me back on the couch and moved his hand under my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra under my black t-shirt and he started massaging my C-cup tits. For a minute I couldn't think or do anything. All I could do was relish the way his hands and mouth felt. I finally came to my senses and realized my arms were around his neck. I slid my hands to his chest and pushed him away.

*quot;She's my friend,*quot; was I could think to say.

*quot;So what? We don't have to tell her anything,*quot; Davis said with a shrug.

I pushed him further away so I could get up. I went down the hall into the room where her daughter was sleeping to check on her and clear my head. Davis had made my head swim, and my pussy wet. I wanted him. Abbie had talked about fucking him and I knew he was amazing. I stood there thinking how much I wanted to fuck him, but she was my friend. My heartbeat finally slowed and I convinced myself he had to leave.

I went back to the living kuşadası escort room and found the lights off. Davis was on the couch wearing only his jeans, which he'd unbuttoned, with a glass of vodka in his hand. I stood in front of him and started to tell him to go but he interrupted me.

*quot;Have a drink,*quot; he said and pushed the glass at me. I took it and when I drank I felt his warm hands begin to rub my legs, moving up under my shorts to my inner thighs. The feel of his calloused hands on my skin gave me goosebumps and made me ache for more. That's when I changed my mind; he had to stay. I handed the glass back and pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor.

He lunged at me, grabbing my big tits; squeezing and kneading while his tongue flicked over my nipples. I couldn't suppress a moan as his hands and mouth set my skin on fire. I lost sense of time as I stood there being handled by him. When he stopped my eyes were closed, head thrown back, and my knees felt weak. Davis moved to the floor and pulled me with him, pushing me onto my back. His hands ran down my body, teasing me, while he kissed my lips and neck. He rolled onto his side, and I rolled facing him. He grabbed my tits again, squeezing, pinching, twisting and tugging. The sting and roughness turned me on even more. I could feel my pussy dripping. I kissed and bit his neck and chest as I tore his jeans open. I pulled his dick free and lightly stroked it. Davis pushed my knees apart, raising my leg up. He slid his hand inside my shorts and plunged two fingers into my dripping wet hole. He fingered me while his mouth devoured my tits. It felt so good but I needed more. I needed to have his cock in me. I rolled onto my back and Davis yanked my shorts off, then his jeans.

He shoved my legs apart with his knees, his fingers dug into my hips before I felt his long cock stab into my cunt. He fisted his hands in my dark waist length hair, pulling hard enough to make my eyes tear up. His teeth were nipping me everywhere; neck, ears, tits, and shoulders. I came quickly with his cock pushing deep inside me over and over. My whole body quivered with the intensity of it.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and leaned towards the couch behind him.

*quot;Don't stop. Davis, please...more,*quot; I begged.

My cunt ached from his size and roughness but I needed more, I had to have his cock. He ignored me as he reached for the vodka bottle. He drank from it and then passed it to me. I took a long drink and then set it on the floor near my head. Davis moved to me and kneeled over my tits, one knee on either side of my body. He slid his hand under my head, lifting it up. He pushed his still hard cock into my waiting mouth. I could taste my juices on him and eagerly licked and sucked. Davis's cock grew harder and I couldn't move away as he held me still, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. He thrust down my throat and I couldn't breathe as his dick swelled, shooting cum down my throat. He let my head fall back on the carpet and moved off my body. He sat between my legs, massaging my thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints. He stroked higher and higher until his fingertips were barely touching my pussy. The feather light strokes across my cunt made me ache for more. I could see his dick was still hard. I sat up, pushing him back so I could straddle him. His hands slid under me, squeezing my ass. I felt him thrust his hips up, his cock pushing against my dripping wet slit. Grabbing my ass tighter he rammed his dick deep inside me. I screamed with the force of it. I was holding onto his shoulders and started to move with him, using his shoulders to raise myself up so I could ride the full length of his wonderful cock. I felt like my cunt was being torn apart, but I had to have it. I needed the pleasure and the pain. After I finally came he lifted me off his dick.

*quot;On your hands and knees,*quot; he ordered.

I moved to all fours and could feel the cum dripping from my pussy. Davis moved behind me. With his hands on my hips I felt his cock teasingly brush against my slick pussy. I pushed back against him and moaned as he eased his dick into me. He pulled out and slowly pushed in again. His hands ran up and down my sides as he fucked me from behind. His cock was slipping in and out of my tight cunt slowly; too slow. *quot;More. Faster,*quot; I moaned. Each thrust came harder and faster. The force of it pushed me down and forward so the rough carpet was scraping my sensitive tits. His cock was pumping and pounding into me as I pushed back against him wanting to take every inch into my needy cunt. Even as I came I was begging for more. Before I could come again Davis pulled out and rolled me over, pinning me under him on the floor.

He forced my legs wide open, knees held to the floor. He pounded into my cunt. My screams echoed off the walls. He was savagely fucking me, ripping and tearing my pussy.

We heard the knock at the door then, and we both froze. *quot;Oh fuck, not now,*quot; I whispered.

*quot;Ignore it,*quot; Davis said quietly as he started to slowly fuck me again.

I decided I didn't care who was at the door; I just wanted him to fuck me all night. We were trying to be quiet so who ever was there would go away but after a minute the knocking started again. We ignored it, until it finally dawned on me who it was.

*quot;Shit, Davis. That's Abbie.*quot;

*quot;Fuck.*quot;

*quot;Let me up. Where the hell are my clothes?*quot; I asked as I struggled to get away from him. He grabbed my shoulders, holding me so I couldn't move away. His cock rammed deep into my pussy as he whispered, *quot;Let her wait.*quot;

*quot;Hurry, please,*quot; was all I could say as I felt his teeth on my neck.

He fucked me fast, slamming his cock into me. *quot;I'm going to cover you in cum, then you can open the fucking door.*quot;

The thought of opening the door to her, covered in her boyfriend's cum sent me over the edge. With my face buried in his shoulder muffling my scream I came. Seconds later he pulled out and I felt his hot cum on my stomach and tits. I wanted to just stay there with him, but I pushed away and found my shorts and shirt.

I waited at the door as Davis tugged his jeans on and sat on the couch.

With a deep breath I opened the door.

*quot;What the hell took you so long?*quot; Abbie said as she walked in.

*quot;I guess we fell asleep on the couch and didn't hear you. Sorry,*quot; I said with a glance at Davis. He hadn't bothered to put on anything but his jeans. I hoped like hell she didn't know that we'd just fucked. Abbie walked back to the bedroom and checked on Melissa before she sat on the couch beside Davis.

*quot;Is that my bottle of vodka?*quot; she pointed to bottle on the floor.

*quot;Umm, yeah. We had a few drinks,*quot; I said.

*quot;It's almost empty!*quot;

She looked at Davis and then at me and I knew she knew. I braced myself expecting her to blow up but she surprised me. She just walked to the bedroom and got Melissa, grabbed the baby bag off the table and went to the door.

*quot;You I expected this from,*quot; she said to Davis before turning to me. *quot;But you surprise me. We're supposed to be friends.*quot;

*quot;Abbie. I'm...we...I don't know what to say,*quot; I said.

*quot;Whatever. You can have him. Fucking is all he's good for anyway.*quot; She just walked out and didn't even slam the door.

I was standing there looking at the closed door when Davis walked up behind me. His hands were on my waist and I leaned back against him. I knew I should probably go after her but at the same time I didn't care. As Davis moved his hands under my shirt and started to play with my tits again I decided I'd call her the next day. I walked away to pick up the vodka. I sat on the floor and took a drink, empting the bottle. Davis sat on the floor beside me and took the bottle away. He put it against the wall and then pushed me onto my back. It didn't take him long to get me out of my clothes again. We fucked until my well-used cunt ached so much I cried and forced him to stop. The 6 months we spent together, most of the time fucking, was well worth her anger.