Am I the Asshole?
Copyright© 2025 by RickSands
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - A young man looks back at his life and lusts. Considering each of the girls and women he's known, he smiles as memories come to mind, relishing the connection and ecstasy that came with each conquest and every ounce of semen he poured between their legs. And so as his past relationships are recounted to himself and the reader, he only slowly comes to realize that maybe he really is the problem after all. Codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Brother Father Aunt Light Bond Gang Bang Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Water Sports Teacher/Student
I was living in a desert, dry and with everything worth living for denied to me. Joyce gone, Mindy visiting a relative and then off at some camp. Kendra ignored my occasional text, and even that slut Jasmine had turned away from me. Things picked up, of course, or I’d never have lived long enough to write this.
Life sucked for that short while in mid-summer, but for the fun of it I should bring up a couple of small but significant events that happened.
The first was over at Don’s place. This brings in another player in the Don and Lonnie saga who I had the misfortune to butt heads with later. Other things happened before and after this, so this thing with Karen needs to be mentioned.
Not all of Don’s friends were as quality as he was, Lonnie being maybe the best example of street-level riff-raff you could come up with. Trailer-trash or white-trash is a term my dad would throw around. Met a bunch of them while hanging out at Don’s, like when working on a car or at a party.
Except for Lonnie and then Karen, I never really connected with any of Don’s many acquaintances. Don remained the center of that part of my life. It felt really good to know I was welcome at Don’s, for both work and play. I was smart enough to know that I was just a kid, a wannabe, but still felt good about having him throw his chin up and tell me to bring some chips or soda to a get-together her was planning.
I’d dropped by when my boss told me there was no more work for me that hot summer day. Found Don and Lonnie and a couple of guys back in the kitchen, hanging out and smoking a pipe. Not so surprisingly a young but grown woman named Karen was there. She was the only woman I knew to be a friend of Don’s who also remained only a friend.
At Karen’s side was a girl I’d never seen before. She was young, maybe about my age. Found out later she’d only just finished her sophomore year at my old high school. She was pretty, with long brown hair and shapely thighs her shorts couldn’t hide. I didn’t really talk with her much and can’t remember her name, so I’ll just refer to her as Ellen.
I walked into the smoke-filled kitchen, was handed a pipe of herb, and ten minutes later I had trouble concentrating on being able to see anything beyond my own nose. Lonnie handed me a beer and, though I was only just getting used to the stuff back then, the cold liquid did help in cutting the dryness of my throat. Lots of talk and laughter and bullshit, and mostly I just stayed in the background and enjoyed the scene.
Karen had gotten up to wash her hands for some reason, but then turned around to the group of us with an ounce or two of dish detergent in her palm.
“Look at this,” she said with a chuckle. “What does this remind you of.”
We all leaned over to look and laughed out loud. The stuff was kind of white and viscous and gooey and looked like some guy had just jacked off into her hand. It could have ended there, but Karen went a step further, saying, “You know, I’ve seen guy’s cum, but I’ve never actually seen a guy cum You know, like blowing his load right out in the open, in front of me. In me and on me, tits and thighs and everywhere, but never where I’ve seen the stuff leave his dick.”
Everybody laughed, even Ellen, and to nobody’s surprise Lonnie volunteered to show Karen what she’d been missing. Karen smirked, said “Sure. What the hell, and without any sense of self-awareness or embarrassment, Lonnie opened his jeans and pulled out his half-hard dong,.
“Hell. I’ll give you a show worth remembering.”
One of the other guys followed, pulling his dick out and challenging Lonnie to a race.
I was kind of astounded at what was going on, right there in the open. Ellen’s mouth had dropped, her eyes wide, but generally we all laughed and cheered the two on.
Lonnie and friend had started hardening their members up with some appropriate hand action until Don spoke up.
“Not on the floor, dammit. And not the sink, either. Go out back if you two dickheads want to blow your nuts.”
Kind of killed the mood but this only led Lonnie to looking right at Karen and asking, “You wanna see a man really let go into the open? How about providing us with a target?”
“You asshole,” answered Karen with her characteristic smirk, “but okay. Let me give you two.”
And right there she pulled off her tube top and bared her breasts. They looked pretty fine to a young guy like me, though in my mind Lucy’s tits remained the finest in the land. Karen’s were pale white and shaped like perfect conical volcanoes with cherries on top while Lucy’s were more like firm grapefruits. Didn’t really matter. Tits were tits and Karen’s pair hardened me up in an instant.
So, Karen sat down on a kitchen chair and while she slapped away Lonnie’s hand when he reached in for a feel, she proudly bared her chest. Lonnie and friend brought their cocks out and began fisting their straining dicks like they were in a porn movie. The details here don’t matter, except that Lonnie’s friend let go first, shooting a nice half-dozen strings of gooey white cum onto Karen’s tits and neck. We all let go with a cheer and Karen laughed, but Lonnie’s load was something of a letdown. Only a quick jet of cum followed by a slow dribble of white gunk, covering his fist and dripping down to the floor.
“Damnit, Lonnie. Clean that up,” growled Don. “No way you’re going to have kids if that’s all your balls can pump out.”
“Screw you, Don,” replied Lonnie as he cleaned himself off with a paper towel. “I had a busy night and haven’t recharged yet. Didn’t see you showing your wares to the crowd.”
“Fine,” said Don, giving a long glance at Karen.
“Hey. I’d be happy to,” said Karen with a laugh, quickly picking up on what Don was hoping for, “but I hate being the one getting all the attention. Come on girl,” she said, referring to Ellen. “Give Don something to think about while he shows us what a real man can do between a woman’s legs.”
Ellen misunderstood, pulling her knees together and looking up at Karen in surprise.
“Wait. What? Here?”
“Not there, silly,” said Karen. “Like me. Just your top. Give the man something to think about and aim for. Come on. No time to be shy. Pretend its just us going topless in the river like last week.”
I could tell Ellen was unsure if not totally unwilling, but it was also obvious that Karen had some influence over the girl. Maybe Karen was to Ellen the way Don was to me, like an older mentor or model for how to get through a screwed-up world. If so, Ellen really should have picked a better role model.
With a smile and wave of her hand Karen somehow had Ellen pulling her blouse and light undershirt off. She blushed, fighting her urge to cover her breasts with her hands and arms but Karen was there, doing what we men couldn’t, putting a hand under each of Ellen’s light brown breasts, giving them a squeeze and light rub before stepping back and declaring Ellen ready for action.
There was a slight pause, a silence as the room of men got a long clear look at Ellen’s tits. Not quite up to Lucy’s or Kim’s perfect form but nicer than Karen’s in every way. Like small melons and just as firm, the girl’s pink nipples sticking straight out and pointing to the wall. I had to fight myself from reaching out for a feel and I’m betting every other guy there felt the same.
We all let out a sigh of contentment, knowing the peace of a true womanly form residing in the body of a hot young girl. I think we would have all been happy to sit and stare at Ellen for another hour but Don then stepped up and dropped his shorts and boxers. The man’s dick snapped out, standing to attention with a few bounces, held back by one hand while being attached to a large hairy ball sac at the base of his stomach.
Don’s pole was easily a couple of inches longer and perhaps an inch wider around than the two other guys and I have no doubt that Lonnie felt dumb for challenging Don to a beat-off. I’d just witnessed Don’s sex appeal and abilities a short while before when I’d taken Jasmine to his place for a quick fuck. That turned into a long afternoon of sexual depravity but Don’s abilities to fuck and fill a girl intimidated me. Never took Jasmine back, worried that he might steal her away. Jasmine wound up walking off on her own a few weeks later, but the sight of Don’s long and throbbing tree-trunk reminded me to never introduce another girl to him.
Karen let out a chuckle when Don pulled out his piece and one of the guy’s threw out a “Holy shit.” I could see Ellen’s eyes go wide, her head pulling back when Don stepped forward, the fat blunt tip of his cock coming even with her mouth. Ellen looked at Karen, as though asking what she’d gotten herself into, but Don just smiled and said, “Just wet it for me. Just a kiss. Do that for me, won’t you?”
A nod from Karen and a pull in on the back of her head by one of Don’s hands made the decision for Ellen. She looked like she really was only going to kiss the bulbous tip of Don’s pole, but he pushed in and his hand didn’t allow Ellen to pull her head back. In a second that round knob of flesh disappeared into Ellen’s mouth. Her eyes went wide and I’m sure she thought Don was going to have her blow him right there. After only a few shallow pumps into Ellen’s mouth, Don pulled out, allowing Ellen a chance to gasp for air. Speaking as though they weren’t doing anything they hadn’t done every day for a year, Don then told Ellen to kneel on the chair so that he could better aim for her tits.
Actually, Don referred to Ellen’s tits as “most beautiful breasts” while giving a massage to each firm mountain of flesh with his hands. He was good at making his sexist comments sound good and Ellen seemed almost happy to rearrange herself so that she was kneeling on her kitchen chair, her two high points of feminine allure being perfectly aligned with Don’s crotch.
It started off in standard form, Don putting his left hand in fist-formation while using some obvious pre-cum mixed with Ellen’s saliva for lubrication. Did that for a minute before he stopped, put a hand behind Ellen’s head, and asked her to again moisten his cock. He really just said, “Kiss it, girl,” but when she lowered her head to spit, he pushed into her pouting lips forcing Ellen to once again give an unintentional suck and swallow.
Lonnie muttered something about Don cheating, but nobody cared. The sexual tension in the room was intense. Don only gave a short and shallow fuck of the girl’s mouth but still longer than before, maybe for a minute, all the rest of the room quiet but for the slurping sound of Ellen’s mouth-job. On pulling out, Don continued his solo hand job but with Ellen becoming an active participant.
This is when he stepped in and began a slow fuck of Ellen’s tits. First he just moved the hood of his cock through the tight valley between the cherry-tipped mounds, but then Don pulled her up onto her knees and really began fucking her chest. That long lust scene lasted a good five minutes, Ellen’s chest being fucked, her face showing shock and disbelief as Don had his way with her, and all right there in front of us. Thing is, with every few dozen or so pushes of his hard length of flesh through her mounds, he’d stop and pull down on Ellen’s head and push up with his cock, doing another shallow fuck of her mouth before returning all attention to her tits.
Instead of complaining on behalf of her friend, Karen pulled one of Ellen’s hands up and told her to help Don along, essentially telling the girl to give him a hand-job while he got off on her bouncing breasts. I think Karen got off just as much as us guys, maybe more so since she kept one hand on Ellen’s shoulder and another down on her ass. Ellen didn’t say anything, her mouth open and gasping for air, her body trembling, and all the rest of us just watched in amazement as the show continued.
That went on for maybe five minutes. Best porn show ever. At the end, Don was kneading Ellen’s tits with his hands while also getting off in her cleavage. Yet as he began to groan and quicken his tempo, Don used one hand to grab a fistful of hair and pulled down on Ellen’s head. A jet of cum suddenly flew out into the air, much of it hitting Ellen in the face. The second jet splattered onto her lips, and then Ellen’s head was forced all the way down to Don’s crotch, her mouth taking in the fat hood of Don’s cock, the remains of the man’s visceral release being sucked down by the girl.
You might think it was Don who pulled down Ellen’s head and forced her into swallowing the following flood of cum. No. It was actually Karen. She was as overwhelmed as the rest of us guys by the scene unfolding in front of us, and when Don’s first stream of cum flew up, Karen used a hand to join Don’s and pushed down on Ellen’s head. We could all hear her whisper, “Go ahead. Suck him off,” and Ellen went along with the command.
Nothing else existed at that moment in time but the sight of Don’s cock pushed into Ellen’s mouth and the sound of her sucking and swallowing down the quart of cum I knew for sure he was pumping into her. It was a violent minute of hard sexual play but one every one of us other guys wished we were in the center of.
Just as I thought Don would ease up on Ellen and allow her to pull back, he actually leaned over her kneeling form and pushed her head and mouth even further down the long thick trunk of his cock. She choked a bit, but Don didn’t seem to care and Karen just stepped back. This is when Don’s hands pushed down to Ellen’s hips, pushing her shorts down to her lower thighs, his fingers pulling up on her newly bared ass cheeks while forcing ever more of his cock into the girl’s mouth. That lasted an incredible minute until Don pulled his hands out from between Ellen’s thighs and straightened up, allowing Ellen to finally pull her throat and mouth off of Don’s half-hard dick.
By the time Don took a step back and pulled out of Ellen’s mouth, the girl was a shaking mess. At first Ellen just held on to the back of the chair and fought for breath, gasping for the oxygen she’d been denied while Don’s long length of flesh had filled her throat. Even then she was shivering, as though cold in the summer heat, her eyes wide and staring at the somewhat softer dick she’d just given oral blessings to, a long string of Don’s cum dripping from her mouth. Her tits had cum dribbling down from her cleavage, but all I could focus on was how Don had pushed her shorts down, essentially undressing Ellen for all the rest of us to view.
Ellen’s fine pert ass and trimmed golden triangle of crotch fur would have excited me any night of the week, but the girl looked especially sexy and downright fuckable as she knelt there on the chair. Hair a mess, cum dripping from her open mouth, naked and ready to be leaned over the table for all of us to fuck and fill for the next hour. We were all ready to cross that line.
This is when Karen could have stepped in, but instead it was Don who pulled up Ellen’s shorts and helped her off of the chair, saying, “Come on. I went too far. Sorry about that. Let me help you get cleaned up. Excuse me everybody.”
After Don and Ellen disappeared, Lonnie and friends started talking about the X-rated show we’d all been a part of. Lonnie was pissed and complained that Don had gotten a lot more stimulation from Ellen than he had from Karen. Karen told Lonnie to shut up and let him know he was lucky to have had her even show her tits to him. There was a bit more back and forth before Karen left the room to see what was keeping Ellen. She returned only seconds later, picking up her bag and heading out the back door.
“They’re taking a shower and I’m betting they’re going to be at it for the rest of the afternoon. Be sure Don gets our girl home before her curfew.”
She left with a laugh and while the rest of us nodded in appreciation at Don’s mix of luck and talent, we were all openly envious at how he wound up with the hot young girl while the rest of us had to make do with solo hand jobs.
I was still just a naïve kid barely out of high school, but I was smart enough to pick up on what really mattered here. Sure. Don had sexual charisma up the wazoo. More importantly I saw that Karen was a manipulative bitch. She was good at getting people to give her rides, buy her lunch, and even steal things for her. This event with Ellen showed me that Karen had a bit of a sadistic streak in her, pushing others into sexual play that ended only when Karen was happy with the show. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Karen with a much younger girl under her wing and, sadly for me, it wasn’t the last.
As for Ellen, I saw her from time to time. First at a party at Don’s place, hanging out but unavailable, willing to talk but mostly just waiting to meet any of Don’s needs. Then a few times over at Karen’s. A nice girl, and just in high school, but used in every which way by these older people she and I had somehow become attached to.
Just after that titty-fuck in the kitchen, something bizarre happened that affected more lives than just my own. It’s difficult to bring this event up without also talking about the repercussions, but that’s how history is.
The first event that led to others in the fall of the dominos was my meeting Lucy and most unexpectedly learning about and then making use of her very special relationship with Fortis. He was a very special dog with very special abilities that Lucy made good use of. I was lucky enough to enjoy that relationship almost a dozen times, watching and even participating as Fortis relieved himself inside of Lucy while she achieved no small number of boner-induced orgasms.
When Lucy left to join her fiancé, I thought all such fun was over. It was my own lust-filled imagination that had me go by Lucy’s place to borrow Fortis for an afternoon with Jasmine. That had been an incredible time, the dog’s fucking and filling of Jasmine’s very enthusiastic pussy reminding me of what girls were really for. There’s no doubt in my mind that Jasmine fucked Fortis at least as much as he made use of her. If she’d been on her back, she would have wrapped her legs around the dog’s back and not let go until he’d completed a second round with her.
I thought that would be it. With Jasmine telling me goodbye, I had no further need of Fortis. Then, by some weird coincidence, Fortis came back into my life. No, not because I picked Ellen up on the street and took her back to my place for a fun afternoon with Fortis. That had passed through my mind, but only as a kind of fantasy for me to jack off to. Instead, just days after that party in Don’s kitchen, I received a call from Lucy’s father. He remembered me taking Fortis out for a walk with Jasmine that time a couple of weeks before. He said he had no interest in keeping Fortis, and when he told Lucy that the dog was destined for the humane society, she gave him my number.
She wouldn’t talk to me but felt it necessary to rub my face in our illicit past by offering me Fortis. For all the fun we had together as males who enjoyed the lusty flesh of the same human girl, I really had no interest in Fortis. I’d never been allowed to have a dog of my own, so I grew up without any sense of connection with dogs or, more importantly, any interest in walking and picking up after a dog. If Lucy didn’t come with the package, I didn’t know what I’d do with the dog. Sure, keep him around so he could bone and pump his cum inside of girls like Jasmine, but I thought it unlikely that there were many more like Jasmine or Lucy left in the city. Without a girl for Fortis to empty himself into, a dog seemed like a lot of unnecessary work.
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