What was unusual was waking up in your roommates bed naked. With him there next to you snoring and also naked. As you washed flashes came back. A group back at the apartment. Drinking games. Stripping. How had it ended up just you and Rance here this morning in bed together, naked was not coming to you.
More flashes came. Drunk and stumbling. You passed out in Rance’s room. But you’d been alone and the party was still going. And then the quiet. And barely waking up to feel weight on top of you.
Ragged breathing on your neck. Hands rubbing you. Strong hands. Holding you down. And pressure. Insistent pressure on your asshole. And resistance. You had resisted, hadn't you? Surely you’d tried to keep your legs together. To protect your virgin asshole. Your very manhood.
But then the worst flash of memory. The surrender, the moment you gave in. The moment you relaxed and let Rance shove his fat dick into your virgin hole. And his sigh of contentment as his balls hit your upturned ass for the first time. And then the power. The power of his strokes as he held you in place and fucked your manhood away. Whispering in your ear how great you felt. How tight your pussy felt.
How he’d always known he’d fuck you one day. How much he’d been looking forward to breeding your pussy. How you were going to be his personal cum dump from now on. Taking all the loads his balls could produce deep inside your twat. His new pussy. How full you felt. How content. How right it felt to be his bitch. And how satisfying it felt when your ass pushed him over the edge and you felt a man’s cock unload in you for the very first time.
Falling asleep with his hard cock still in your new pussy. His weight on top of you. His breathing in your ear. And now as you stood in the shower remembering that you were now Rance’s bitch, your dick began to stiffen. You reached back to feel your ravaged asshole. Rance’s new pussy. It was sore and swollen. And felt so empty.
Half of you hoped he was as drunk as you and that he’d never mention this again. The other half hoped he woke up horny and ready to make sure you knew your place moving forward. Under him with your cunt in the air. Then you heard something. A cough maybe? You peeked around the shower curtain. To see Rance in the doorway, naked, erect and proud.
“Pull back the curtain and show me how that pussy’s holding up, baby gurl.”
That one sentence told you which way your life was headed. And you’d never been more excited to be pussy up.
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