We Both Want What We Want, Pt. 2

My name is Emily, and my best friend’s name is Bridget. We are both in our early twenties, although I’m several months older than Bridget, and we’ve been friends since our sophomore year in college. We share a lot, one of which happens to be our taste in the sort of men we date and those we interact with in secret.

Our boyfriends are equally best friends. They play football, they’re both from wealthy families, and they spend so much time in each other’s company that you’re likely to presume they’re gay for each other. But that’s fine for Bridget and me since it gives us plenty of time to be naughty however we want. That’s a part of our life that neither our boyfriends know about, and hopefully they never will.

When we aren’t spending time with our boyfriends (and trust me, we give them as many excuses not to excise them from each other’s company), we’re partying about with our other boyfriends across town. Our secret boyfriends happen to be black.

You would assume it was me who seduced and compelled Bridget to secretly date a black guy, and you would be wrong for rather, it was the other way around. You would probably laugh when you hear how it came about.

A black man sat on my bed with his jeans down between his legs while Bridget bobbed her head over his pelvis.

Bridget stopped by my dorm apartment one afternoon and asked if she could make use of my place for several hours. I figured her boyfriend, Mark, would be coming by to keep her company; we usually trade dorm apartments equally when we wanted a change. I grabbed my books and told Bridget I was off to the library and wouldn’t return for an hour; hopefully, she would be done with whatever by then. I spent an hour and a half at the library before returning, figuring Bridget would be gone by then. Boy, was I wrong. 

Bridget was still in my apartment, but she wasn’t alone, and Mark wasn’t the one with her.

A black man sat on my bed with his jeans down between his legs while Bridget bobbed her head over his pelvis. Her back was towards me, and the first thing I saw was her butt sticking out of her skirt with her panties stretched over her butt, showing me her asshole and pussy; she was even fingering herself when I entered the room. Her mouth made succulent-type noise that comes with someone sucking a man’s cock. I watched in disbelief, stunned by what I was witnessing, and was even surprised when Bridget pushed her blonde hair from her face to smile at me.

“Hi, Emily,” she said while stroking the man’s cock inches from her face. “This here is Doug,” she continued. “Doug got here a little late; I’m sorry. But don’t worry, we’ll be done before you know it.”

“Like hell you will, bitch,” Doug replied. “You’re just getting started.”

Doug forced Bridget back to sucking his cock and didn’t bother glancing at me until they’d finished. I made sure to lock my door before pulling a chair, dropped my bag of books beside my feet and watched. I worried that at any moment, a knock would happen on my door, and it would be Mark, except nothing of such happened. Doug later came off the bed, shuffled behind Bridget, and inserted his cock into her vagina. Doug fucked my best friend like he wanted to hurt her. He pinned Bridget down face-forward on the bed, climbed on top of her and kept slamming down on her while she moaned a higher pitch. 

Doug climaxed, and it was a good thing that he wore a rubber; his cock was massive when he pulled out of Bridget.

There was something captivating about the aggressive manner that Doug fucked my friend. I’d never witnessed anyone have sex like this—rough and wild like he didn’t care how loud she screamed. At some point, he turned over on his backside, pulling Bridget along, and then she straddled him and spread her thighs to reveal his cock jammed between her legs with her panties pushed to the side. Bridget worked her hips and thighs while resting on her arms. Her face was animated with lust and pain. Yes, there was pain in her eyes, but it seemed like a fun type of pain. 

Their sex was wild and frantic, and they nearly broke my bed. Doug climaxed, and it was a good thing that he wore a rubber; his cock was massive when he pulled out of Bridget. Bridget peeled off his cum-soaked condom and upturned its content into her mouth. I watched in amazement as she swallowed every drop and then sucked Doug’s cock some more.

Doug wore back his jeans and left without a word. Bridget undressed and washed herself in the bathroom before returning to answer the load of questions I had awaiting her attention. As it turns out, I recognised Doug, who played defence for the same college team as our boyfriends. Bridget explained how she had attended a frat party weeks ago, though Mark abruptly left to attend to some business elsewhere, leaving her stranded. Doug had opted to drop her off in his car. They got to talking, and one thing led to another when Bridget, out of curiosity, demanded to see his cock. Doug parked in front of her apartment, unzipped his jeans, and presented her with the most fantastic cock she had ever laid eyes on.

“You saw how huge his cock was, didn’t you, Emily?” She asked me. “Don’t tell me you didn’t—it’s even bigger once you wrap your mouth around it,” she chuckled.

“Let me guess, you sucked him off that night?”

“No, I did not,” she answered. “But I did that two days later. Doug came and picked me up one evening. We drove to a quiet spot, and then I got to see his cock in all its majesty.”

“Did he fuck you then?”

“No,” she said while she dried her hair with my towel. “This is my second time fucking him. Mark told me he would be dropping at my place, and I didn’t want him to find out, so I invited Doug here.”

“Gee, how nice of you to get me traumatised by what I’d just seen.”

“You’ve never had a black cock before, have you, Emily?” She laughed. “My God, you’ve no idea what you’re missing. Black guys have the biggest cocks you can imagine. Your boyfriend Brad can’t compare.”

“Bullshit!” I snapped. “All guys’ penises are the same, Bridget. I don’t care whether it’s black or white.”

“I can prove it for you,” she said. “Doug’s got a cute friend named Jerome. I can introduce you to him, and you can find out for yourself if I’m lying.”

“Have you fucked this Jerome fellow, too?”

“Come on, Emily, stop being silly. Just go along with things and see if I’m wrong. What do you say?”

I declined Bridget’s offer, but that didn’t stop her from persisting. And boy, did she persist. She was like a mosquito in my ear, dogging me for nearly a week to agree to meet this Jerome fellow. Like Doug, he played football, but was a tight end. My boyfriend had equally introduced him to me once, but that was merely in passing; I’ve barely exchanged words with him before besides saying hello. Eventually, I agreed to meet him, which compelled Bridget to glee with success. 

Bridget and I sneaked away from our men to attend a party at a black frat dorm. We weren’t the only white girls there, but there were hardly any white boys around. I chatted and danced with Jerome while Bridget slipped away with Doug. We later found them frolicking in a room opposite Jerome’s; other white girls, several of whom I knew, were getting smashed in other rooms. 

Jerome lifted me off the bed, grasped my butt underneath, and kept shoving his meat further and further. I heard myself screaming my hurt.

Jerome put on hip-hop music in his room, and we pretended to dance while exploring each other’s body. I popped open my blouse so Jerome could attach his mouth to my breasts while I groped for his crotch. He later unzipped his fly, and my mouth flew open when I saw what he was packing—his cock was thick and enormous like his friend’s. One second, I was stroking it on my knees, and the next, I was choking on it as if for dear life. I sucked his cock with such aplomb, with such dexterity that it surprised me; Brad would have been amazed if he’d caught me at that moment.

Jerome pulled me to my feet, and we got out of our clothes and jumped into his bed. I got to suck his cock some more while he played with my kitty—my kitty being my pussy—until I was wet enough for him to penetrate. The instant he did, he snatched the wind from my breath literally. I hugged him tight and gasped like I’d suddenly fallen into a pool of water and was drowning. I hugged him for dear life while he went deeper and deeper inside me.

My body broke into a shiver—it felt like I had a fever, even though I knew otherwise. Jerome lifted me off the bed, grasped my butt underneath, and kept shoving his meat further and further. I heard myself screaming my hurt. My hurt turned into lust as I seemed to want him more and more. I couldn’t hold back from climaxing suddenly, yet Jerome was barely getting started. Jerome turned me over and fucked me doggy-style. I remember biting into the sheets, groaning aloud each time he rammed my kitty. I pleaded for him to stop. He responded by smacking my butt repeatedly, forcing me to yelp from the contact.

He eventually climaxed by ejaculating over my butt. I realised, to my horror, that I’d allowed him to fuck me without a condom—how stupid could I be? Yet I loved it. 

Bridget came to get me later, and we slipped out of the dorm building in the dead of night while everyone remained passed out in their rooms. Bridget and I had a long sleep when we returned to our apartment. We spent the following day comparing notes, and I then had to agree with her that I was wrong: black cock is way better!

Things haven’t been the same for us since. Our boyfriends presume us to be faithful and loyal to them, but if only they knew. Yes, if only they fucking knew.