How I became a Monster (Part 2) | 2016

Continued from Part one (Here) read that first. Seriously, do!

I hear my Girlfriend (Grace) outside the bedroom door. Listening. Listening to the rhythmic sound of Me (Mike) thrusting her best Friend (Fiona). Then, Fiona can't take any more, and moans my name, tells me to come inside her. And I do. My whole body shakes, I feel electricity shoot through my body. I collapse on top of her both of us panting.

My heart was beating in my ear.

Just come in already and get this over with.

But instead I heard footsteps quietly walk away into the bedroom down the hall.

Fiona and I got dressed and followed her. But she wasn't in her room. I must have gone mad. We go back to the kitchen and have another beer to calm the nerves.

We hear a key unlocking the front door. Again! Grace meets our housemate in the hallway.

Housemate: "Ah, what are you doing here?"

Grace: "I fucking live here!"

Housemate: "No, eh, I mean, I heard from your room, a girl's voice . . . talking"

Grace: "That'll be Fiona, she comes this time every week, she practically lives here!"

Mumbles under her breath: "Fucking simpleton"

Grace entered the kitchen with two bags of shopping, "sorry I'm late had to stop at the shop and get more stuff". An excuse I would have believed a week earlier. Fiona was so natural talking to her friend. Grace handed me another drink and told me to relax that I looked tense.

All I could think of was the fact that I had sex with her best friend twenty minutes earlier. She was probably fucking some guy twenty minutes earlier as well. Acting normal was easier than I expected. Too easy to lie to her face.

For the next week I was so paranoid. Waiting for Grace to find out. What if she saw the come stains on the bedclothes. Every person talking in whispers could be someone discussing my infidelity. A week passed and no one found out, and why should they Fiona wasn't going to tell anyone.

As easy as it was to get away with cheating on her I vowed to myself that I wouldn't do it again. All I had to do was build the courage to break up with her.

But just being with someone was too easy, and the awkwardness of still living with her, and trying to find a way of me finding out about her cheating without her knowing I looked through her computer. It would have been better for everyone if I just broke up with her, but I didn't have the balls.

The next house party was being hosted at our house. About a dozen or two people packed into our kitchen/ living room but the only one I could talk to was Fiona, Grace and I had become quite distant. I bitched about my girlfriend and she bitched about her boyfriend. I hadn't felt that close to another person in years.

It's like I was fifteen again, playing footsy under the table was actually turning me on. I started to grope her leg under the table.

She asked to use my en suite, since there was a queue for Graces (and all of the other bedrooms were locked so only one toilet needs to be cleaned in the morning). After both of us went to the toilet, we continued talking with more peace in my room.

She was feeling the bulge in my pants, we started making out. Then I told her that I am not going to fuck anyone again until I break up with Grace.

"It doesn't bother her she fucks loads of people, like your friend Alex" she said seductively.

My best friend! worst of all he never told me, why would she do that, why would he do that, how had I not known that everyone is fucking everyone. I felt so angry and betrayed, and even a bit of fear, and I don't know why but slightly aroused. She could feel it. We started making out. She had won. She knew once I decided to fuck her I wasn't going to "whine about my bitch".

I'm so angry my hands are shaking. I'm going to explode. The door is unlocked. Don't care. Hope I get caught. I push her on to my bed and don't even bother to strip her, just lift her dress and rip off her thong. I have her hands pinned down. She keeps telling me who Grace fucked. I can't take it. I grip her neck so she can't talk. She is fucking loving this. Eyes wide asking for more, harder faster.

Her face turns red, I switch back to pinning her hands, and biting her neck. She begs to be chocked. I roughly flip her over and fuck her doggy. Spank her ass so hard I see my hand print in red. I'm close. I keep going until she starts to moan, puts me over the edge, I moan as I release my load inside her. I watch my penis penetrate her, her vagina pulsating. I pull out, followed by a flood of raspberry ripple. She is on her period.

After we got dressed we chatted in the room for a while. I told her that I was feeling kinda shitty for doing it again. And what she said will haunt me for the rest of my life "It gets easier every time." It had gotten easier! I didn't feel nearly as bad as the first time I did it. And if I did it again I might not even feel bad at all. That kind of scared me in a way. I could just become a remorseless monster.

Fiona told me to wait in the room for ten minutes to avoid suspicion. I didn't talk to her much for the rest of the night but she is all that I could think about.

After another few days of ball-less inaction I still hadn't broken up with Grace. I decided I was going to do it. I didn't know what I was going to say but I was going to say something. I was waiting for her, when she came in I told her we need to talk. But she wasn't listening. Then Fiona came in after her. "We are celebrating Fiona passing (some exam)".

In Graces bedroom with her on the chair at the desk between her and me on the bed. Fiona sat beside me. The bed was very low so Grace couldn't see Fiona feeling my thigh. Drinking and chatting, Grace put on some music. Fiona complained about her boyfriend. Grace oblivious to our footsy. It was so exciting her right there not seeing us. Over the next few hours my hand reached further up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. And was very wet.

Shit, I'm looking right at Grace, and she is looking right at me, and I have my finger up Fiona's pussy, she doesn't know. I want to fuck her. I look at Fiona, she wants to fuck me too. Why don't I do it? It's what I want. Her to see me fucking her best friend. She unbuckles my belt. I'm uncomfortably hard. Fiona pulls out my penis. What are you doing. She strokes it. Grace is getting suspicious. We are going to get caught. Fuck it. Fiona leans in towards me. I lean in, start making out with her. She wasn't expecting that.

Both girls are stunned. Shit, can't back out now. Both girls staring at me. I can only hear my heart beat. Pin one hand to the bed my other around her neck and start making out, she reciprocates.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Grace is livid. Standing, ready to attack.

Heart is racing, I'm terrified. Why the fuck did I do this.

"I'm fucking Fiona! It's not like you never fucked anyone else!"

Angry. She can't form a coherent response. She is going to hit me.

"I hate you. I hate both of you!" tears were forming in her eyes.

Storms out of the room slamming the door.

I have a sinking feeling inside my chest.

Look down at Fiona, she is very aroused, she loves being dominated, we continue making out. Start to fuck her, she is already half way there, she doesn't hold back the moans despite the walls being paper thin. I come inside her again, it feels so good, I needed that.

Afterward we lay in bed for a while cuddling. Then she got on top, cowgirl, and slowly gyrated her hips. It felt good. Relaxing. Her phone rang. It was her Boyfriend (Bobby). Without getting off me she answered it.

"Hey darling,"

"Oh my god, what the fuck happened, are you ok!? Stay there, I'm coming to pick you up."

"Relax, slow down, nothing happened, I'm fine."

"Grace just rang me and told me that Mike raped you. What the fuck happened?"

I felt her legs around me tighten, an anger in her eyes that didn't come out in her voice.

"What the fuck, who does that! Mike broke up with her 'cos he found out about all the guys she has been fucking, and she hasn't taken it well, she thinks I told him."

"Well he was bound to find out sooner or later."

Does everyone but me know she is a super-slut!

"I'm coming to collect you."

"No don't, she is really upset I need to stay with her in case she tries to hurt herself."

"OK, I love you babe, I'm glad we are not like them."

"Love you too, see you tomorrow."

She was slowly fucking me through the entire conversation. He hadn't a clue. I was like him once, but now I'm on the other end. And it did get easier. I didn't feel any guilt. Just a little fear, fear that anyone could so easily become a monster who feels not guilt.

She hung up the phone, and threw it across the room against the wall, the battery falling out, screen cracking. I had never seen her angry, but this was rage.

"She fucking told my boyfriend, who does that."

She grabs my neck, and starts violently having sex. Biting my neck, scratching my chest. She draws blood. I overpower her and get on top. Pinning her hands for my safety. Furious. "Hurt me. I want you to fuck me so hard you hurt me." I fuck her doggy, and spank her hard. She loves that asks for more. I take the lube from the shelf, and cover myself in it. I start teasing her butt hole. "Not in the ass."

I grab her hips firmly, and slowly enter. She moans in pain and pleasure. I continue to fuck her till I come inside her. I collapse beside her, thoroughly spent. Her mascara run down her face from tears of pain.

"Oh, I fucking needed that."

"So did I."