EroticReverie

Angel Avery

I text him as soon as I return back to the party. No response. 

I text him the next morning. No response. 

“Fucker!” I throw my phone on my bed as I think about the night in the woods. Thinking that after I’d sucked him off he’d give me a repeat of the other week at the party in the closet. I wanted his fingers inside of me so badly. And he’d gotten off , making me swallow his cum. Cum that tasted cleaner than any other I’ve ever tasted. The most pleasant of all the cum I’ve swallowed. As if he didn’t share the same diet of energy drinks and trash food that all the other men I’ve gotten off with my mouth must have. 

Whoever he is, he’s a fucking asshole. An asshole that has me wet, even twenty four hours later. He’s cruel and mean and a fucking prick. But my pussy doesn’t care. Neither do I. Because I’ve never cum as hard as I did in that closet. Never gotten so wet from sucking cock as I did sucking his the other night. The way he’s used my mouth. My throat. Made a fucking mess of me, a mess of my panties. Soaking them through, just by having his cock roughly fuck my mouth. 

He called me so many things.  But “pathetic” is the one that sticks in my mind right now as I take a video of myself , fingering my pussy, masturbating , showing him how fucking wet I am …for him. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. But it doesn’t stop me from sending him the video. 

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Two days later….

I spend everyday in school looking at the guys. Looking at the frames of them , the builds , listening to their voices. None of them matching the deep timber and gravel like tone of the skeleton fucker who has my wet panties in a fucking twist everyday. 

As I’m walking down the hall, not watching where I’m going , I bump into something. Someone. 

“Watch it!” I yell. Not caring that it was my own fault. I look at the person I bumped into as I pass. Glaring at him. 

“Fucking freak” I hiss at the tall outcast. Dylan Draven. He just stares as I glare at him and keep walking. His eyes falling down to my ass and legs and back up and I make a sound of disgust. 

“You fucking WISH” I hiss as I flip my blonde hair over my shoulder and keep walking. The guy was a total creep show. Not unattractive , but highly fucking weird. I don’t think anyone has heard him speak even once in all the years since middle school. He’s a friendless loner and fucking loser , and gives me and everyone else the fucking creeps. 

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After school I go over to Malcom’s , one of the guys on the football team, to “hang out”. But I know what hang out means in boy terms. Especially when I have a reputation. Again, I don’t care. Cause I’m going because I want to. Doing what I want to. With whoever I want. Malcom doesn’t need to know , and wouldn’t even care if he did know, that I’m only choosing to fuck him because he’s tall and his body type reminds me of the guy in the skeleton mask. But I know it’s not Malcom. Because even though his voice is deep, he went as Post Malone to both parties and was with his girlfriend Adrienne both nights. 

“You can’t tell anyone” he says as he slips a condom onto his decently sized dick. 

I roll my eyes. “I’m not telling anyone” I say. Because I never do. The only way anyone finds out is when guys open their big fucking mouths or when I hook up at parties and don’t give a fuck if people see me wander off with one or two guys. 

Malcom fucks me in missionary. His thrusts are lame and not at all enough to get me off. So I take over. Pushing him onto his back. 

“Mm yeah, get ontop” he groans and grabs my waist as I start to ride him. 

“Oh fuck, damn girl, easy” he groans as I roll my hips and swivel them as I come up and down on his cock. 

“Fuck, slow down Angel” he grunts as I keep going. 

“Better than your girlfriends pussy?” I pant as I ride him harder. 

“Fuck!” He groans. Cumming with a loud grunt and his fingers digging into my hips. “Shit”

His hisses and I roll my eyes as he stills me and pushes me up off his cock and pants heavily 

“Shit girl” he chuckles. “Fuck”

“Eat my pussy” I say as I climb up his body and  hover over his mouth and he laughs. 

“Fuck, cmere” he groans and pulls me onto his mouth. 

I wait, letting him show me what he’s capable of. Which is…not much. 

I bet the skeleton guy can eat the fuck out of a pussy, I think to myself as I grind on Malcom’s mouth. Riding his face and letting my pussy take what it needs since her can’t give it to me on his own. 

“You almost there?” He asks when I’m only a minute into riding his face. 

“Shut up” I pant. Grabbing his hair as I sit on his mouth and grind myself against it. 

I take my orgasm a few minutes later, cumming on his mouth. 

“Mm you like that?” He grins, with pride he doesn’t deserve. As if he’s a pussy eating champion. I say nothing as I get off him and then the move and straddle him in reverse. 

“You need some more of that good dick, don’t you baby?” He asks as he slaps my ass. Hardly smacking it at all. 

Good dick? Mediocre at best, I think to myself. If you knew how to use it, your poor girlfriend must be so fucking unsatisfied. 

I roll the condom from his cock and then place a new one and then take my fucking seat and ride him slower this time. Wanting it to actually fucking last. 

“Shit , you fuck that dick so good Angel, fuck, yeah baby, ride that dick” he groans as I rock slowly on his dick. Leaning forward , his hands on my ass. I place my hands on the bed between his legs and lean forward further and let my ass bounce, twerking with his cock in my pussy. 

“Oh fuck, hell yeah” he groans and grabs my ass. Slapping it a few times. But never even all that hard , as if he’s afraid to hurt me. 

“Spank me harder” I moan. 

“Yeah? You like the way I smack this ass?” He groans. 

I roll my eyes. No. I don’t. That’s why I’m telling you how to do it you fucking moron , I think to myself. 

He slaps my ass again. Still weak. 

“Harder!” I fucking whine and bounce my ass faster, harder. 

“Oh shit, shit, fuck yeah baby” he groans and thrusts into me now. Ignoring my request to be spanked harder as he grabs my hips and grunts. He gets in about four fucking thrusts before I listen to the sound of him groaning and feel his hips jerk as he finishes again. 

I exhale loudly and roll my eyes as he groans and I slip forward. Letting his cock slide from my disappointed pussy. 

“Fuck girl” he chuckles as I crawl to the end of the bed and slip off. 

“They’re right about you, damn” he laughs. 

“Where you goin?” He asks with a smile as I grab my skirt and shirt from the floor. 

“I’ve got somewhere to be” I lie. 

“Damn, it’s like that?” He smirks. 

I roll my eyes as I pull my shirt over my head. 

“Did you need me to stay and cuddle you Malcom?” I say sarcastically and he laughs. 

“Nah. Guess not. But thought maybe we could hang out and chill..then you know …I could lay it down for you again” he winks with a smirk of a cocky bastard that has no idea just how unsatisfactory his “laying it down” is. 

“Hang out with your girlfriend” I say and he sucks air through his teeth. 

“You jealous or something?” He asks and I scoff with a laugh. 

“Not even close” I say as I pull on my skirt. 

“Adrienne doesn’t know how to ride dick like that” he says. 

“Youre the one I should be datin” he says and I give a little laugh. 

“I don’t date” I say. 

Did I feel bad fucking other girls boyfriends? Yes. But the way I see it, I’m only doing them a favor. While I wouldn’t tell anyone I fucked Malcom, he’d surely open his mouth to his friends and then word would spread and his girlfriend would find out and if she was smart, break up with him. I was doing a fucking service for these girls, showing them what unfaithful fuck boys they were messing with. 

“Greg don’t even like you like that” he says and I pause and look at him. 

“He talks shit on you all the time” he says and I just shake my head. 

Greg is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a boyfriend. But we’re just fuck buddies. And I don’t want to date him anyways. I like doing what i want, who I want , when I want. Greg is the one who thinks we’re something we’re not. But I’ve known for awhile that he spins out “relationship” to make it look like I’m the one that wants more and makes himself out to be the one that just wants to fuck, so he can make himself feel better. 

“Me and Greg aren’t anything, and that’s the way I want it, no matter what shit he talks” I say and pull on my panties. 

“You need a man Angel, let me be your man” 

I scoff. “No thanks”

I grab my purse and throw it over my shoulder. 

“It’s gonna be like that then?” He asks. 

“Mhm, see you later Malcom” I say as I leave his room and he sucks his teeth as I let myself out.