Fucked over the bathtub during a party by my friend's brother | 2016

"I'll show you," Robert said. I had asked where the bathroom was, in order to get away from the loud music of the party for a moment, and Rob volunteered. We had been flirting all night. He was my friend's brother and I knew him going on two years now, but we had never flirted before, or drank together, or smoked, like we had been doing all night.

He got off his stool at the table of boys and we walked out of the kitchen together through the people. A few of my friends and waved but didn't stop us from leaving. I needed to fuck someone tonight.

I glanced at Rob as we walked into the quiet hallway and he was looking back down at me. I felt a tightening in my chest and knew what that look was, but also knew I was looking at him the same way.

We came back to the staircase and he motioned up, so I jogged up first. and waited at the top with my arms crossed on the bannister.

"Took you long enough," I said when he got up. He looked at me again with the same face as before and I smiled back, feeling a small blush form on my face. "What?" I asked.

He put his hand near my elbow on the bannister and leaned in.

"I heard you were, ah, looking to date again," he said.

"Really?" I said. It was a bad conversation starter on his part, but I didn't mind because I knew what he was trying to say and I felt giddy at the thought of finally fucking him.

"Ah, yeah," he said. "I heard that."

I straightened up from the bannister. "You heard that?" I said. I was taking a leap here, but I wanted him badly and was willing to take the chance. "I hate these games, Rob. Are you trying to ask me to fuck you? Because I would say yes."

He blinked and wrung his hand around the bannister. "Are you joking?"

"Absolutely not."

He looked back down the stairs. He let go of the bannister and walked around it to me with a nervous laugh. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, while he stepped closer to me. "You're not drunk or anything, are you? I wouldn't if you're drunk."

"I'm nowhere near drunk. If I was drunk I'd be huddled by the tv, laughing at reruns, not asking a guy to fuck me."

"Oh, so you're asking me?" he said after a second with a cocky smile.

I placed a hand on his thick arm and pressed my fingers into his shirt to feel his forearm. "I don't care what you say, as long as you understand that I'm ready to be fucked in the bathroom by you."

My words took a second and then his face lost the smile and he became serious. He took ahold of my own arm, causing me to lose my grip on his, and we went down the hall from the stairs, watching one another. I looked over his body. He had a gut that stook out a little under his jersey, more from the party food and drink, than chubbiness, and his face had the shadow of a beard and it made him look strong and good-looking in a rugged way.

We came to a stop by the bathroom and he moved away to open the door. We went inside, but he paused on the threshold with mischievous eyes.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asks. "Then say it."

"I said it already."

I didn't want to bother with any game like he did, so instead I motioned for him and he came inside and locked the door. It was a large polished bathroom, with a thick bath rug on the bath tub's side and black- and white-tiled walls.

I leaned against the sink's basin and watched Rob. He walked to in front of me and pressed against my pelvis with his thighs, his own pelvis hard on my stomach.

I dug my nails in under his jersey and felt his skin smart with sweat, while he fondled my breasts. The touch from him made my hands and mouth furious and I kissed him harder and grabbed at his body, his shoulders, his back, his tight ass. He grabbed my own and walked me all around the bathroom until we knocked against the wall and his hands slipped down my jeans and kneaded into the backs of my thighs until he had me moaning. Then he caught my top and slid it off up over my head and bent to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.

After a few minutes of feeling each other up, I kneeled down on the tiled floor and tugged at his briefs. His cock sprang out, thick and straining to move closer to me, into me.

It looked wonderful and I took my time examining it, but I took too long.

"Christ, don't make me wait," he said in a low voice.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his frustration and impatience. I looked up into his eyes. I had an idea for a long time now, and I wanted to give it a shot.

"Make me," I challenge him. I opened my mouth a little and teasingly blew air onto the head of his cock and all the while I kept my eyes on his. "Make me," I repeated.

Rob was a quiet guy in general, but I heard he was into certain scenes, into rough stuff. I was begging him to make me do what he wanted, and it took him another moment to figure it out and he nodded slowly at me. "Ok, Jen. I'll make you."

His large hand gripped the back of my head suddenly and I let out a strangled noise as he hauled me up onto my feet.

"I'll fuck you and make you love it," he growled, pressing my body back against the wall. I felt tiny between the wall and his hard body. "That's what you want right?"

I nodded, still unable to trust my voice.

He didn't wait for a reply, and he hauled me over to the bath tub and bent me over its thick side. My midsection propped me up on the side of the tub where a soft rug was draped over, and my hands clawed at the bottom of the tub to steady myself more. He had my legs up in the air behind me by gripping the ankles and I felt it as he ripped my panties down easily and off from about my ankles, and shoved my skirt up over my back. Then he spread my legs out and the cold air was a shock on my hot skin.

"Lock your ankles behind me," he ordered.

I did and my heels pressed into the small of his back. I stared down at the bath tub underneath me, waiting for him. I breathed hard through my nose and I could smell myself, my desperate smell and I knew he could smell it too. I was soaking already and the muscles in my thighs trembled as one of his hands squeezed each of my ass cheeks and slapped them lightly a few times. I then felt a thick finger trace down between the cheeks to only stop before coming to my pussy and I groaned.

"Oh god," I said. "Please fuck me. Just fuck me."

The finger brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and I was about to say something to hurry him up when he said, "You tease me and I'll tease you, Jen."

"Oh come on," I pleaded and the bathtub echoed my voice a little. His finger reached down and pushed an inch inside me, then left just as quick.

Suddenly, I was forced forward as he plunged his thick cock into me. It hurt for a moment and I cried out, until he pulled back and my pussy ached from it, empty now. I readjusted my hands to keep me steady, and he had a tight grip on my hips. He moved his cock back inside me and it was slower this time. It was gentler and a hum came from the back of my throat as his cock slowly filled me entirely and spread my pussy out.

"You think I'm nice like this?" he asked. "I won't be nice to you. This is just for comparison so you remember exactly how hard I fucked you tonight."

I grew even more wet at his words and I throbbed around his cock as he pulled out again. He gave my ass a slap, before shoving back into me abruptly. He began to fuck me, quick and hard, pushing my body forward over and over again as I strained to keep steady on the side of the tub and stop myself from yelling.

My body strained against his violent thrusts and his hand moved underneath me to rub at my clit. It was a harsh rubbing and I was too sensitive at first, but he kept rubbing my clit and pounding me from behind that I started to writhe and jerk around from the stimulation. I let out a scream when he pinched my clit, and then he eased off and just circled it and flicked it in a lazy way. His cock continued to shove in and out of me and the pleasure was building and making me feel like I would burst.

I wanted to scream again as he pounded me and rubbed my clit, but I couldn't. Instead, my teeth clenched together and my body crumbled into spasms. I came hard, thrashing in his hands and moaning low into the cold bath tub.

He pulled out too soon and left my legs back down. I collapsed down onto the floor with my back pressed into the tub's side, breathing heavily, and watching as he jerked himself.

"Let me," I said. My voice was hoarse and oddly deep. I felt drunk.

I raised a hand to get his attention, and once he looked down at me, I opened my mouth for his cum. I felt a moment of nervousness in case I didn't like it, but I put the thought aside. He stepped closer and bent over a little to place the tip of his cock by my mouth. With a long moan, he jerked his cock and pumped his hot cum into my mouth. I watched his eyes as he did it, and he stroked a hand through my hair afterwards.

"Good girl," he said. Then he pulled away and moved over to the toilet, where he closed down the lid and sat with a satisfied sigh, relaxing.

I moved over to the waste basket and spat the cum into it, then sat again on the floor and caught my breath.

After about a minute of silence, I looked over at him and he looked back at me. I could hear the music from downstairs from the party, where our friends were, drinking and chatting. He must have thought the same thing because we both ended up laughing.

Afterwards, we left the bathroom, and I went home with my roommate, while he stayed. We began dating a week later. This only happened last month and I'm still a little fuzzy from it, haha. If I have anymore particularly unique tales, I'll let you guys know.

(Also sorry about the length. I had already cut some stuff, but couldn't find a way of getting rid of more without cutting into the necessary bits)