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ONE

Topanga had done me wrong, she knew it.

Worst of all, I did too.

She said she’d cheated on me, with a handsome dick of a guy who moved in the same circles as us, and everyone would soon know about it.

I was hurt, and I was angry, but what could I do?

People cheat all the time.

Hell, I’d cheated not long before on a weekend out of town, when I’d ended up in a strip club and found out you could get 20 minutes of head for $100 in the backroom, and I got her down to $50 for 10.

I’d come home and told Topanga about it while she was giving me a blow job.

It had really turned her on.

Now she’d cheated, so she said, and begged me to forgive her.

I told her I’d consider it, under the usual condition: an evening of unhinged sex and drugs.

TWO

Topanga came to my place early, when I was still in the shower shaving my balls, but she let herself in, fixed herself a cocktail and fired up the bong, and when I came out of the bathroom she was already chopping lines of XXX-fly on a digital copy of the iChing.

“That stuff fucks me up,” I said, “you sure it’s clean?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I did some the other day with this guy. It’s good to go, look,” she did a line, put her head back and swallowed the drip. “You can stick some up my ass, if you want.”

She winked, and a little too cavalierly, I thought. Because with some triple-x inside we were going to go fucking mental, and I was glad I’d bought a couple of towels into the room, along with a big vibrator, some vodka, and a few bottles of chilled water.

Oh, I’m going to wreck-em your rectum, honey, I sing-songed to myself as I leaned down and did a line of the notorious sex-drug that Topanga had brought into my home and offered in exchange for cock.

I came up eyes alive, like in a vampire movie, and the sing-song had transitioned to a fearful boogie, something I had deep in the blood. We were in a quiet room but the music blasted in my head, and then when I got my vision back there was Topanga, connecting her phone to my speakers, and going straight into a DJ Trippy2am set that we liked getting off to.

“Hey,” she said, turning down the lights, moving to the music, lighting a blunt. “I’m ready.”

“Good,” I said, “then best you suck my dick while I get high and then you can tell me all about your dirty adventure.”

I sat on the couch and undid my bathrobe, opened my legs and waved my half-erect dick at my increasingly fucked-up girlfriend. She handed me the blunt and I inhaled like it was life, wanting to get wherever she was fast. The triple-x was roiling now, and my dick felt ready to start a religion.

Now I should probably say more the object here, the focus of so much attention, so you can paint a picture in your head, but I want to keep things brief. So all I’ll say is that Topanga was brown all over, born with a permanent tan, and her ass was absolutely spectacular. The Platonic Ideal. The Ass that Won Google, or Came Close.

Yep, my girl had the mouth and ass that could that drain the balls of any guy she wanted, and sex and drugs were kind of what she lived for, that and her career as a weaponized meme producer.

“Get this nice and big,” I said, bopping her on the face with my long dong and treating her like the cheating bitch she was, “and I’ll stick it in your ass.”

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THREE

Topanga smiled as I hit her with my dick, then grabbed the pole, took control, and rubbed her pretty face against it.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned, “I love the smell of dick. It’s my cocaine.”

I watched as she enjoyed it like that, and knew it was true.

My girl was a hose monster, size queen and roleplaying slut, and she’d loved the dick a long time, the feel and the taste and the smell, quite apart from any guy attached to it. So when Topanga looked at porn it was gangbangs and blow bangs – the more cocks, the better. And that’s how she learned what she liked, by going online and watching porn for hours on end, until she came up with stories like the one told now, as she blew me and prepared to get her cheating ass fucked.

FOUR

“I was naughty,” she said, licking my dick from the balls to the tip. “Like I said, I blew a guy the other day. Met him in a bar. He was cute. Lived nearby. Went back to his place and got high. He washed his cock in the sink, and I sucked him off sitting on the edge of the bathtub.”

“What did you do with the cum?”

Topanga smiled, put my dick in her mouth and let the drool work up, then pulled back so it has hanging from her lips and running down her chin.

She blew a bubble and it popped.

“I let him cum all over my face,” she said, then scooped up some of the drool on her tits and swallowed it. “Then I let him take a picture and send it to his buddies.”

I shivered.

I felt awful, and great.

I got two bunches of Topanga’s hair, pigtail style, and held on as I directed my dick back into her mouth and then started fucking her face. She gagged, but that was cool, I knew her limits, and my own, and also knew the drug would let us cross them.

I held my girl’s head firm as I thrust my hips until I got passed the gag and the whole length of my pole was in her mouth, the head an inch or two down her throat, my balls resting on her chin. Because sometimes Topanga liked to be dominated, so all she could think of was dick and her strange addiction to it, her need to submit to the basest desires in order to get off, her need to be objectified.

It was something that I understood and nurtured, as she worked on my own desires to be humiliated and mocked.

I reached for my phone and took a picture of Topanga with my dick down her throat.

“I’ll post this later,” I said, and she groaned.

I pulled her head up and my spit-soaked dick popped out of her mouth and tapped her on the nose. She got her breath back then started slurping up the mess and making plenty of noise, light-headed, high as fuck, anxious to be used.

“I need more,” she said, drooling like a mad dog and squeezing her nipples.

“More what?”

She wiped her lips, reached for the still smoldering blunt and took a long, deep hit.

She held it in, eyes closed, until the smoke popped out of her ears. Then she put her head down and did another line of XXX-Fly.

“Now give me the vibrator,” Topanga said, getting on her back and spreading her legs wide, stroking her cunt and fingering her butthole, “then fuck me in the ass.”

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FIVE

I plugged in the Hitachi Magic Wand, a beast of a “massager” that you’ll know from Japanese porn or a satisfied user. It’s maybe the best vibrator on the market, able to bring off the dead and raise thrills from a stone. Male or female, it’ll make your sex life better.

Case in point: Topanga Lee, my own sex toy and focus of this story, loved it when she had this wand working on her clit and I was fucking her mouth, pussy or ass. She loved the idea of two or more guys at once, even though she’d never done it, so she said, and only fantasized about it every time we made out.

Just like I did, to be honest, and seeing her face-, cunt- and butt-fucked by hordes of men, anonymous and known, turning her into a whore and me into a cuck. Or maybe the two of us and one of her friends, a big-boned party girl or petite Asian, I really didn’t care, as long as it was something spectacular.

I handed the vibrator to Topanga, put a condom on that I covered in lube, and did another line of XXX-Fly. As the drug hit I felt in sync with the buzz of the machine, and I looked down as my girl was already holding the fat head against her clit and lips, the force of it making her tits shake. Her free hand was back to toying with the rim of her anus, teasing the ring, and I reached out and rubbed some lube there too, and both our fingers slipped inside her butt, getting things ready for a full-on phallic invasion with nasty role-playing intent.

“Put it inside,” my girl said, as I pulled my finger out and put my dick up against her asshole instead, “and I’ll tell you how naughty I’ve been.”

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“I cheated on you,” she said, “and it wasn’t the first time. Not even close.”

The head of my dick went into my whore of a girlfriend’s tight ass, and she gasped.

“Tell me about it,” I said, as I pulled out again, teasing her before the deep anal fucking she was due, the drugs churning in my system, as I took shot of vodka and felt it kick in my toes, handed her the bottle and saw her take two wide glugs that must have made her throat burn.

She put the bottle down and shook her head as the alcohol flooded her brain and made her anus tighten and then dilate. Then she straightened out, found that blunt, took a hit, and passed it to me as the tip of my dick still toyed with her backdoor, the whole length alive to the thrills of this transgression.

“It’s true,” she said, as I inhaled and got even higher. “I really did it this time. No joke, for real.”

I put the head of my dick back in Topanga’s brown butt and kept pushing until it was almost all the way in, keeping a little in reserve, watching her sphincter stretch out and then looking up at her painal grimace, taking things just a touch further than needed.

“Tell me all about it,” I said, “and be honest, or I’ll –”

She giggled.

“You’ll what? Hate fuck me in the ass?”

I took another big hit from the blunt, held it in, then kissed Topanga while she inhaled.

Oh yeah, I thought, as a huge wave of weed calm broke over me, you’re about to get wasted.

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SEVEN

My high as fuck and maybe unfaithful girlfriend moaned and groaned as I worked my long, fat cock with a head like a fist in and out the first four or five inches of her ass. I moved round and round, going slowly and making sure Topanga was getting warmed up for the main act, when I’d be going balls deep and calling her names.

And that didn’t seem too far away now, to be honest, as I felt myself getting close to the edge, and much too early, but my girl’s ass had that effect, along with all the drugs. Still, I always got the job done before I came, and the second and third times were much longer. For her part, Topanga liked to get off the same way whenever we played this game – that Magic Wand vibrator held against her clit while I took her over the waterfall with my dick in her ass and then fucked her hard, really hard, all the way through her orgasm, calling her a whore, slapping her tits, spitting in her face and pulling her hair just enough to feel total disgrace, enough to make her totally surrender.

“I did it with Andy,” she said, and as the words sunk in I had to pull out and hold my dick not to cum while my girlfriend’s ass gaped and she begged me to fuck her again.

Andy was the guy I hated most in our group, a good-looking douche bro who pushed all my buttons and knew it, a real bully who had a new girl every other week and an endless supply of good times.

And my girlfriend just said she’d sucked his cock and fucked him unprotected.

I spat in her ass then put my dick back inside, and thus lubricated pushed it all the way in, right down to the balls, with only the angry inch left in reserve.

Topanga squealed, put a hand on my chest and looked up at me, snarled that she’d cheat again if I didn’t make her cum soon, said I wasn’t making much of an impression, that I really wasn’t much of a man.

“I really crossed the line,” she gasped, as I began to sodomize her with a growing anger, her breaths getting shorter, words more like sobs. “I mean, humiliated you. And I loved it. Andy’s much better.”

Pain

Suffering

Pleasure

It was difficult to explain why I liked this so much, why Topanga got off on it too, but both of us were practically tripping, slightly drunk, and possessed by an all-consuming lust for sensation.

I leaned back and turned on a little globe I had on the coffee table that shone out disco lights in time to the ambient noise, so they bounced around to the music but also our fucking.

“You want to hear what I did?” Topanga said, as I grabbed her by ankles and pushed her legs in the air, getting a little deeper in her butt and her once tight hole that much closer to busted.

“Tell me everything.”

“It was nasty. Andy doesn’t like you. Thinks you’re a jerk. Can’t say that surprised me. You’re different, aren’t you?”

“Damn right,” I said, going deep and working the head around, stirring things up with the shaft, trying to make her forget this other guy.

And Topanga liked it, that’s the point.

Liked fighting against the feelings until they overwhelmed her and she was swept away.

Liked being a bitch until she was broken to a slut.

“I mean, he’s tall, good looking, confident, funny, got a great job, loves fucking me.”

I pulled out and slapped my dick against Topanga’s cunt until the precum jitters passed, pulled off the condom and then slipped inside her pussy for a few strokes, enjoying the vibrations from the Magic Wand, then pulled out and swung my cock in her face while she was still telling me how awesome this Andy was and how he’d made her cum so hard she blacked out for a moment with his cock in her mouth.

That gave me an idea, and sure enough my loving girlfriend shut right up when my dick was in front of her. She just parted her lips nice and wide, and I rubbed it on her tongue a few times, reminding her that this had just been up her butt. She grabbed me by the shaft and jerked me off as she started to orgasm right on that, the idea that she’d gone ass-to-mouth with a guy she’d just called a loser.

That’s right, Topanga was sucking my dirty dick as she came, cheeks hollow, then she pulled me out of her mouth and caught her breath as the orgasms kept shaking her body, that vibrator making her tremble 64 times a second.

I grabbed my dick and stroked it, pushed my balls into her open mouth and said some terrible things. I felt her lips close around my sack as that rant set her off again and she made herself gag sloppy on my nuts.

Then she pushed me away, rubbed the spit from her lips over her tits and told me it was time to cum in her face, that she needed me to man up treat her like a bitch.

I reached over to a side table, ran two fingers through a pile of triple-x then sucked them clean and saw white melt to gold melt to fuuuuuuuuck.

As my vision cleared and I could feel my balls fit to burst I reached back, got another healthy dose of triple-xxx, and then pushed my fingers into Topanga’s just-fucked ass until they went down to the knuckles.

Her face popped like an electric shock, and she turned that vibrator up and gave a strangled scream as every muscle in her body grew tight and strained for release.

This was the grand tsunami, the orgasm that almost dislocated her hip and broke my fingers off in her butt.

But I held on for dear life as I furiously stroked my dick to the full release and drug-fueled facial my dear Topanga was now begging for, desperate to feel and taste my jizz and take things to another level with my fingers probing the depths of her ass and the Magic Wand tapping her clit like a hummingbird’s wings.

Butt-fucked, sweat-soaked, mouth-violated and now getting spattered with cum, my girlfriend screwed up her eyes as I came on her face and finally let go of that vibrator and let it jump all over the floor, bouncing around like a freak.

Topanga couldn’t cum any harder now if she’d wanted to, and all that life was to her was orgasming and taking my jizz in her face, feeling its warmth being rubbed into her skin, and surrendering to my dick in her mouth.

Yeah, we had a lot of fun in the time we lost to the world in those days, doing all those porno things you think about but never do, blaming it on the drugs and music.

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EIGHT

When it was all over, all of it for that time, Topanga opened her mouth with a smile, strings of my jizz and her spit breaking between her lips and popping on her tongue, the music going with the lights, and vice versa, the drugs levelling off now at a nice plateau, good enough for another two or three hours of lazy fooling around, interspersed with more anxious fuck sessions going to some darker places,

“I love you,” she said, taking the cap off a bottle of water, “you know that?”

And then we fucked again.

THE END

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