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I nod. That is how I felt this morning.
He stutters, "B-but it-it was bad, and I-I I'm gay."
I nod again because it was bad, and he is gay. However, his sperm didn't care, and neither did my egg, so now we're a broken-up best-friend couple about to bring a baby into the world, and we have no idea how to parent. And we haven't even told our parents yet.
We're so screwed.
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Smokey – 26 Years Old
I grunt as I slam my hips forward, Cherrie moaning as I stretch her little ass while Hairy pulls out of her cunt.
She's straddling him while I'm standing behind her, my hands gripping her hips. Hairy leans forward, taking her nipple into his mouth, biting it, while I wrap my arm around her, placing two fingers on her clit, strumming it hard and fast as my hips assault her hard, as Hairy pushes in every time I pull out.
"O-Oh god, yes, more, more, more," she moans. I thrust me hips faster and Hairy thrusts up into her harder.
"That's it, slut, take our cocks," Hairy grunts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. I can feel her ass starting to tighten and pulse around my cock, making my spine tingle, so I pinch her clit hard, forcing her orgasm as she screams out in pleasure.
Hairy groans. "Fuck, she just squirted all over me."
I grin as he comes inside her, and my balls tighten. I quickly pull out, not one to come inside a girl after my ex's bullshit, even in the ass, unlike the idiot beneath us who didn't even wrap it up.
I grab my cock, removing the rubber before squirting my cum all over her ass, painting it, and groan in pleasure. I grunt. "Fuck.” I slowly squeeze my dick, ensuring all the cum is expelled, before standing back and grabbing my jeans.
I get dressed as a moan sounds behind me. I look toward Hairy and Cherrie. He's moved her onto the bed, her ass in the air, licking all my cum off her ass while his fingers thrust inside it.
Shaking my head, I turn and grab my shit, wanting to leave Hairy's room, happy I got my dick wet but not willing to stay for when it gets crazier. I’m already freaked out that he just ate my fucking cum from Cherrie's ass. I shudder as I place my feet into my boots and grab the doorknob. The last time Hairy and I shared a woman, he wanted to fuck my ass, or have me fuck him while he fucked the woman. You can bet I ran out of there like my ass was on fire. Apparently, he's tried it with several brothers, so now, if we share a woman, I always leave after I've come, instead of going back for more.
Though, this is the first time he's eaten my cum off a woman.
It's like the fucker gets lost in lust, and if that's what he's into, then I'm happy for him, each to their own and all that, but that's just not for me.
I hear Cherries, "Smokey..." whine as I shut the door, making me chuckle as I head to my room at the club. Since my divorce, I've sold the apartment and everything in it, and now spend most my nights here. I have my house, but I don't find it homey.
I enter my room and go to my shower to wash the sex off me. I promised Snake I'd pick up some cakes from Baked Goods for the BBQ because he didn't have time to make any, now that he's Prez. I've taken over as Road Captain from my father, and I love the title. I get to go on each road trip, while enjoying all the pussy I can handle, now that I'm no longer tied down. It doesn't stop Kallie from still trying to contact me, though.
Last I heard, Travis met someone else and married her, much to Kallie's displeasure. Travis and his wife even adopted. Now, my ex-wife is hoping to win me back.
Never going to fucking happen.
With a sigh, I climb into the shower.
Half an hour later, I'm pulling up outside of Baked Goods. I look in the window and notice Florence and automatically shiver in disgust. Every club party we have, she's there, hoping to become a club whore.
Like that would ever happen; the woman is a nut, though, she seems right up Hairy's alley.
Sighing, I climb out of the club's SUV, placing my sunglasses on my head, my fingers itching for a smoke. But I push the urge down and head inside the shop. Florence’s honey-colored eyes light up as soon as she sees me. She stands, flattening her dyed red hair before pulling her already low-cut strappy top down. I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"Hey, Smokey…" she coos as I get near the counter.
I reply with what I hope to be a normal, ‘I am not flirting with you smile,' before I state, "Here to pick up an order for the club, please, Florence."
She narrows her eyes, pulling her top down further—so much further that I'm surprised her nipples haven't popped out. She huffs in frustration when I just give her a bored look, handing her the order form.
She looks down at the paper and sighs. "Our baker, Olivia, made all this today before she clocked out. I'll go get it."
I give her a nod. Apparently, this Olivia is one hell of a baker; the women in the club love her cakes.
