Summary of this Story:
Ryan’s obsession with his girlfriend Sarah sleeping with his best friend Jake explodes after their first hookup. Both send him explicit texts detailing the raw sex, from deepthroating to bareback pounding on Jake’s twin bed. At Jefferson High, Ryan battles agony and arousal through classes, fixating on dry-erase squeals and gum-wad scars on the sidewalk off Elm to cope. Monday’s play-by-play from Jake describes Sarah’s howling orgasms and “thank you” gasps, cranking Ryan’s horniness despite the sting. Their five-night streak fuels his cuckold thrill as school seniors.
Why this story will hook you:
Dude, picture getting Jake’s text at 10:03 PM about Sarah hanging her head off his twin bed, calling her mouth “throat pussy” while she swallows all eight-and-a-half inches—your own girl’s never done that. Ryan’s gut twists reading it in his gym shorts, nub tenting pathetic, but he begs for more ’cause the hurt jacks him harder than any real fuck. That mix of stab and explosion? Can’t look away.
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Shit! My world was flipping upside down—and quick. I’d kicked the whole damn thing off myself. So yeah, I had nobody to blame but me. Couldn’t quit daydreaming about my big-dicked best buddy pounding my girlfriend after he admitted he’d dig it. Just couldn’t shake it. Then I nudged things along by chatting up Sarah about huge cocks the right way. Cut to the chase—Emily’s out, Sarah’s in now—and Sarah and my best friend Jake had just banged for the first time. (Folks, kick off this series from the jump.)
Yeah, my girlfriend and my best friend had fucked. Both spilled the details to me. Texts from each one raving how mind-blowing it was. Feelings all jumbled up. Kinky as hell or not, I felt damn lucky. Lucky as shit. Main thing? Whole mess cranked my dial to eleven. Massive turn-on. Not just that one quickie—their first go—but Sarah and Jake swore they’d do it five nights running. Sunday night kickoff, straight through Friday, school be damned. (We’re eighteen, high school seniors grinding out those last months.)
Days that week dragged like wet boots through mud. Endless eye blinks, each gap packed with agony. Pushed through classes zeroing in on dumb shit: dry-erase squeal on the board at Jefferson High, rubbery Salisbury steak in the lunch line, gum-wad scars on the sidewalk to my street off Elm. Brain trick to dodge the loop. Kept their sex replay from owning me. (Yeah, sex—not raw fucking. Clear they dug each other plenty.) Bedroom door clicked shut? Buzzer beater lost. I’d stare at the clock, gut twisting for that ping. It wrecked me even as it rocketed me to filthy peaks. Horniness buried any hurt. Thank Christ.
Knew one or both would hit me up every night. They’d sworn it. “Least we can do, Ryan,” Jake said. “We’ll loop you in. Tell you how much we dig banging. Stoke that cuck fire—and the boner part too. We got your number, dude. Know this shit’s your jam. Or you wouldn’t have lit the fuse.” Nice to be seen. Group chat, I shot back thanks. Hurt and shame? Cost of admission. Filthy payoff? Jackpot.
Monday’s report—their second round—waited like a knife edge. School crawled, nerves strung like over-tight guitar strings. Evening homework and Fortnite runs bombed. Wound up like a cheap watch. Then 10:03 PM, phone jumped. Jolt shot south. Grabbed it, thumbed open Jake’s message.
“Dude. Just… holy fuck. Words gone. You weren’t bullshitting. Sarah is… damn. Just damn. Thanks, man. For real.”
Thumb froze. Throat lumped. Shaky “Yeah?”
“You undersold her bad, dude. Knew she had that cheerleader-next-door thing. No clue. Zero clue how wild she fucks once revved. Total shock. Shit. Didn’t think chicks could get that nasty. Thought last night topped it—tonight blew past.
“And dude, she deepthroated me tonight. Said never tried it on you ’cause you’re so 🤏. Locked eyes. ‘Wanna make you first, Jake. Cum right down my throat.’ You cool with this? She’s straight-up different with me. Stop now?”
Hit back fast. “Hell no! Keep going! Gotta hear! PLEASE!”
“Good call, Ryan. Glad you’re in. Surprised your girl’s throat took all eight-and-a-half thick inches. WOW. Must’ve drilled on a dildo. No way your little guy’s prepping her for that.
“Sarah flopped on my twin bed, head hanging off the edge. Waved my hard cock in. ‘Slide it slow, big guy. Ramp it up. Use my face like throat pussy till you bust.’ Gagged first pushes. Nailed it fast. Swallowed whole.
“Damn, Ryan. Raunchiest chick ever. Fuck. Who calls her face a throat pussy? Shit. Your girl’s prime slut material. Where’d you stash this freak?”
Wasn’t sure if he meant it. Jake hung, so I typed. “Honest? No clue. Fuck no clue. SHIT. You drag it out of her. Just like I figured. Damn hot!”
“Thanks, man. Stoked you dig it. Sucks hearing it too, bet.”
“Does. Yeah, rough. But way hotter. Fuck yeah!”
“Cool.” Beat. Letting it land. “Then what?” I poked.
“Then we railed like animals. Obvious. Couple hours, she had me up three more times. Banged nonstop. Lost count on her orgasms. Or hell, she mine now?
“Sarah had these huge howling cums—not quiet ones. Never pictured a girl popping off that much. Finally she locked up. Epic shaking orgasm. Flopped wild, yelled how good. Then tears after—happy kind? Trembled hard crying, so I hugged her close till it passed. Insane.”
Beat. Jake pacing it. “Keep going, dude. Hot as hell for me. MORE.”
“Fine, Ryan. You asked. Kissing, man. Holy shit. Never said she’s killer at it, asshole. No idea if she lays it on you same. With me? Full contact. Fingers in hair. Legs clamped, hips bucking like she needs to burrow in. Crazy intense. Like she’ll eat me alive.”
Stared. Five-inch nub tented my gym shorts. Pathetic stiff salute. Nothing like how Sarah ever handled me. Faint echoes of my shit. Her fire with Jake? Light years out. Frenching me felt hot. Not this animal shit. Cums with me? One okay pop a night—no howls, no chain.
## Monday’s Raw Details
“She kept gasping ‘thank you.’ Over and over. Between blasts, she’d wheeze it. ‘Thank you… thank you.’ ‘Thanks for real dick feels like.’ ‘Ugh. So good with a guy who knows his tool.’ Word for word, swear.
“For real, Ryan. Thanks. Best damn gift. Tasty girlfriend tops everything. Best bud, king of hookups.”
“Uh.” Choked. “Welcome, I guess?”
“Oh yeah. One more. Gotta say it. Not sure on you, but you need it. She pushed raw fucking. Diaphragm in, ditching the double-up you two do. Craved bare skin. Never gave you that. Sorry, man. Hope it jacks you. Switching pills for sure, but hooked on raw feel now—no rubbers. Hope that’s fuel.”
Blank. Horny twist, stab of backstab too. “Karma,” I figured. Typed it. “Right on, dude. Night. Sleep.”
“Night.”
Phone hit the comforter. Nub throbbed, veins jumping. Precum slicked the slit fast. Turned on bad. Insane load of dirty. DAMN. Sarah flipped full whore for best friend and fat cock overnight. Deepthroat. Raw and locked in raw. Nuts. Peak hot. Quivered me thinking how she dove headfirst into him, balls out from go. AY-MAZING. Killer rush. Ungh. Lucky I nailed it: Sarah’d crave Jake’s dick, I’d crave the play-by-play.
Squeezed eyes. Shake hit. Fingers barely grazed. Under a minute, monster cum exploded. Quake—Richter 9 easy. Jerked full body. Wheezed, spent, buzzing high. Lame maybe. T-shirt soaked ropes to my chin, splats on cheek—that fired me. “Yes!” Mind yelled. “Perfect match. Them together hits her harder than I ever could. Like I dreamed.”
Giving my girl peak sex ever. Beyond her wildest. Ultimate love move. Cranked me stupid. YEAH. Jerk-off blast post-Jake smoked any real fuck with Sarah. God-tier load, sex wizard cum. Sarah and Jake? My dirty canvas. Whacked a second load before crashing. Imagined their sweat-salt tang on my tongue. Wait done. Tonight.
Tuesday felt smoother, but edge sharper. Monday haze faded. Leftover horn-dog jitters. Fluke? Overhype? School hallways, bumped Sarah between bells. Short words. Quick looks. Chest jumped each pass. Her smirks backed it. “Yup—fucked good. Jake didn’t lie.” Under the grins, glow I’d missed before. Steps light. Back straight. Nobody’d clock it. I knew her scent, her walk. Tiny shifts screamed fresh ego. Hot young thing freshly railed supreme. “Right on. She earned it.”
Pals spot it? That post-fuck stride? Bet Jess knew I’d been cucked by Sarah and best bud. She sniffed it early. Idea twitched my dick half-up. Filed that. Jess knowing meant probably Katie, Mia, Brooke, Lauren too—two days flat. Whoa. Those cheer girls knew I got cucked. Boner full in AP English, desk hid the tent.
That night I didn’t wait. Pushed it desperate. Paced carpet in Nikes, phone glued to palm. Sarah’s texts 10:45 PM, mid-stare at trig sheet. Book thumped floor.
“Hi Ry ❤️”
“Miss you!”
Fingers fumbled. “Hey babe. Good?”
“Better than, love. ❤️ Way better.”
“Tonight blew minds again, heaven 🌸🌸🌸. Jake’s unreal 🪐. Dick Ɑ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞ ͞ ͞͞
