I got off late from work one night. A couple of old friends dropped by and fetched my sorry ass. Clarice and Aaron. We went back to Aaron’s place, ate some pizza, and laughed through a cheap horror screen. Aaron went to bed and left Clarice and I on the couch. She had gorgeous tits. I pulled one out of her shirt and she giggled. Our clothes came off and I was soon sinking her pink with my flesh torpedo. She was small but chunky soft—ass for days. She cried that it was some of the best cock she had ever had. Her phone went off. It was Aaron. He said my pussy pounding was keeping him awake. We told him to come watch if he wanted. He was in the living room before the phone was hung up, the horny bastard, the thirsty fuck.

I fucked Clarice on Aaron’s leather couch for what seemed like hours to the rhythm of a skin flick Aaron had switched on. Over Stimulation.

     “Dude, I’ve been trying to fuck that cunt for ages!
           How’d you do it?”
     “I don’t know. I just kinda did.”
     “Shit man!”

I told him to join in, but Clarice wasn’t having it. Something about Aaron seeing her celibate cousin and fellatio being sacred or whatever. I guess her ass wasn’t on the menu. We moved to Aaron’s bed and I put his hand on her breast, which made her cranky. I brutalized her cunt with my hammer and she cried for my cum. So, I gave it to her. After that she went back to her lesbian lover. Clarice was a sub. Tych the dom. Tych was chill but she was a misandrist, so I didn’t come around after that.