Drew Takes Over

The bass from the speakers thumped against my ribs as Julie swayed slightly, her gaze fixed on Drew. He was all cocky confidence—tall, built, the kind of guy who never had to ask twice. He leaned in, his voice rough and deliberate. "Someday, Julie, I’m gonna fuck you." She didn’t answer. Just let out a soft, involuntary moan, the sound barely audible under the music but unmistakable. Drew’s smirk deepened. "Next time I see you," he murmured, fingers trailing up her bare thigh beneath her skirt, "you better not be wearing panties." His grip tightened just enough to make her breath hitch. "Or I'll punish you right here in front of everyone." Julie’s lips parted, but no words came out—just another breathy sound, her hips tilting toward his touch. My cock strained against my jeans, the heat between them thick enough to choke on. Drew didn’t even glance at me. Just kept his hand high on her thigh, possessive, like he already owned what was under that skirt.

2 weeks later we were at another party and Drew walked in. Julie ran to the bathroom to take her panties off. He put his hand under Julies skirt to check if she did what she was told. He walked over to the host of the party and asked which room he should use to fuck Julie.

Drew’s fingers slid higher beneath Julie’s skirt, grazing bare skin. His grin was pure satisfaction. “Good girl.” She trembled—eyes dark, lips swollen from biting them—then ducked away toward the bathroom, quick steps betraying her eagerness. When she returned, Drew didn’t wait. His hand was up her skirt again, cupping her ass, fingers dipping between her thighs to confirm she was empty. “Fuck,” he growled, pulling her flush against him. Without breaking contact, he turned toward the host—a guy leaning against the kitchen island—and jerked his chin. “Which room?” The host smirked, nodding down the hall. “Last door. Lock works.” Drew dragged Julie with him, her breath ragged. She didn’t resist. Didn’t even look back at me.

Drew shoved her against the bed’s edge, hiking her skirt up around her waist. The arch of her back was sharp, skin flushed and exposed. He didn’t bother with foreplay—just unbuckled his jeans, pulled his cock free, and drove into her with one brutal thrust. Julie gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets as he bottomed out inside her. Wet heat clenched around him instantly, and Drew groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, pulling back only to slam in again, deeper. Her moan was ragged, thighs shaking as he set a relentless pace. Every snap of his hips pushed her forward, the bed creaking under their weight. She came with a choked cry, body tensing around him, but Drew didn’t slow—just fucked her through it, his own release building hot and heavy. “You take it so good,” he growled, fingers digging into her flesh. “Gonna fill you up.” Julie whimpered, but her hips rocked back to meet him, hungry for more.

After the host had also fucked her they brought her back to the party with cum running down her legs and made me eat her to clean her up

Drew pulled out with a wet slap, leaving Julie’s thighs glistening. The host didn’t waste time—he already had his cock out, pushing her face-first onto the bed before she could catch her breath. She barely flinched as he shoved into her, rough and deep, Drew watching with a smirk. By the time they dragged her back to the party, she was a mess—her skirt barely covering the sticky trails running down her legs. Drew gripped my collar, forcing me to my knees in front of her. "Clean her up," he ordered, spreading her thighs wide. The scent of them was thick in the air as I leaned in, my tongue dragging through the warm, salty mess. Julie shuddered, her fingers knotting in my hair, but she didn’t push me away—just arched into it, breathless. The others laughed, watching as I licked her clean.

Two weeks later Julie and I were hosting a party and someone asked if Drew was coming. I asked why and she said to fuck Julie of course. I said that was a one time thing and someone else laughed and said he has fucked Julie six times since then.

Julie smirked, swirling her wine as the guest’s words hung in the air. I stared at her, but she didn’t deny it—just licked her lips and adjusted the strap of her dress, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the fresh bruise on her collarbone. “Six times?” I repeated, voice low. Drew chose that moment to walk in, his eyes locking onto Julie like he owned her. She shifted, thighs pressing together, and I didn’t miss the way his gaze darkened. One of the guys clapped me on the shoulder, laughing. “Guess you didn’t get the memo, huh?” Julie’s fingers trailed down her own neck, stopping just above her cleavage. “You said it was just that night,” I muttered. She shrugged, never breaking eye contact with Drew. “Things change.” A murmur ran through the room as he crossed to her, not even pretending to hide the way his hand slid possessively over her ass. “Miss me?” he asked, voice rough. Julie’s breath hitched. “You know I did.” The guests were already gathering closer, drinks forgotten. No one was pretending this was just a party anymore.

I told someone to call Drew and tell him to come over. Julie was embarrassed and didn't want him to fuck her but I told him to do it out in the open while her friends watch as punishment for cheating.

Julie’s smirk faltered when she heard the words leave my mouth. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered, but the flush creeping up her chest gave her away. Drew just grinned, fingers tightening on her hip. “You heard him.” Her friends shifted, some gasping, others biting their lips in anticipation as Drew shoved her toward the center of the room. Julie stumbled but didn’t resist when he yanked her dress down, baring her tits to the crowd. “No hiding now,” he growled, dragging her back against him. I could see the tremor in her thighs as he unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink cutting through the murmurs. One of her friends let out a breathy “*fuck*” as he palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks right there in front of everyone. Julie whimpered when he pushed two fingers into her, wetness glistening under the lights. “Still tight for me,” he taunted, working her open slow and deliberate, making sure they all saw how easily she took him. Her nails dug into his arm, but she arched back when he lined himself up. The first thrust was brutal, her sharp cry drowned out by the crowd’s hungry cheers.

Drew chuckled, dragging Julie’s hips back against him as he pulled out, his cock glistening with her slick. Thick streaks of cum spilled down her trembling thighs as she gasped, knees buckling. The crowd surged forward, voices overlapping. “My turn?” one of the guys asked, already unbuckling his belt. Drew smirked, stepping aside with a slap to Julie’s ass that made her jump. She turned her head, eyes wide, but Drew just wiped his fingers across her bottom lip. “Don’t act shy now,” he muttered. The next man didn’t wait—he grabbed her by the hair, bending her over the arm of the couch. Julie moaned as he shoved inside, her slick making the slide effortless. Someone else gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open while another hand groped her bouncing tits. Her breaths came in ragged hitches, body rocking between them as more hands reached for her. Drew crossed his arms, watching with a satisfied grin. “Good girl.”

Julie's best friend was surprised as she watched Julie get fucked and Drew said it was time to fuck Julie's ass

Julie's best friend, Lana, bit her lip hard as she watched the next man pull out of Julie’s dripping pussy, leaving her gasping and spread. Drew grabbed a fistful of Julie’s hair, tilting her head back to meet his smirk. "Ass next," he said, voice low but carrying—enough for Lana’s breath to catch. Julie shuddered, but Drew was already dragging her up, shoving her face-first over the couch. He spat into his palm, slicking his cock before pressing the thick head against her tight hole. Lana’s pulse hammered as Julie whined, hips twitching when Drew pushed in—slow, relentless, stretching her open. One of the guys laughed, running a hand down Lana’s arm. "You gonna just watch?" Drew didn’t pause, driving deeper into Julie’s ass, her choked moans filling the room. Lana’s thighs pressed together, heat pooling between them as she watched her best friend take it. "Fuck," Julie gasped, fingers clawing the cushions. Drew chuckled, gripping her hips. "Exactly."

Drew pulled Julie’s hips back harder, sinking his cock deeper into her ass in one rough thrust. She cried out, arching as he bottomed out inside her, the stretch sharp and unforgiving. The other men didn’t let up—one still had his fingers in her mouth, another rolling her nipples between rough fingertips as she writhed between them. Lana’s breath hitched as she watched Julie’s body jolt with each of Drew’s thrusts, her own hand drifting unconsciously between her thighs. The guy beside her noticed, grinning as he slid his palm up her skirt. "You sure you don’t wanna join?" Before she could answer, Drew growled, snapping his hips faster, making Julie’s moans pitch higher. "Fuck, she’s tight," he grunted, eyes locked on Lana like a challenge. One of the other men stepped forward, unbuckling his belt. "We’re not done with this one yet," he said, dragging Julie’s head back toward his cock. Lana swallowed hard, wetness soaking through her panties as Julie’s whimpers filled the air.

Drew’s rhythm turned brutal, hips slamming into Julie’s ass with a wet slap each time he bottomed out. Her fingers twisted in the couch cushions, knuckles white as she took every inch, her body rocking forward when the other man fed his cock between her parted lips. Lana’s thighs trembled as the guy beside her slipped two fingers under the waistband of her panties, finding her soaked. "You’re fucking dripping," he murmured against her ear, circling her clit slowly. Julie gagged around the cock in her mouth, spit trailing down her chin as Drew fucked her harder, his grip bruising on her hips. "Look at her," he snarled at Lana. "This what you want too?" The third man stepped closer, unbuckling his jeans with one hand while the other tangled in Lana’s hair, tilting her head back. "Open." His cock slapped against her lips, already leaking. A choked moan escaped her as she obeyed, tongue darting out to taste him, eyes still locked on Julie’s wrecked expression. Drew laughed darkly, driving into Julie one last time before pulling out. "Switch."

The man in front of Lana thrust into her mouth without warning, his cock hitting the back of her throat in one rough stroke. She gagged, saliva spilling down her chin as he gripped her hair tighter, fucking her face with slow, deliberate thrusts. Drew shoved Julie toward the couch, her ass still flushed and gaping from his cock. "Your turn," he told Lana, jerking his chin toward the wet mess between Julie’s thighs. "Taste what I just fucked out of her." Lana’s pulse hammered—Julie whimpered, shaking as she spread her legs wider, fingers pulling her own pussy lips apart. The sticky sheen of sweat and spend glistened under the light, the smell of sex thick in the air. The man in her mouth pulled out, dragging his cock over her tongue before stepping aside. "Go on," he muttered, nudging her forward. She didn’t hesitate. Dropping to her knees, Lana pressed her mouth to Julie’s swollen cunt, licking deep. Julie arched with a broken sob, fingers tightening in Lana’s hair. Drew’s laugh was low, satisfied. "Good girl." He grabbed his cock, still slick from Julie’s ass, and aimed it at Lana’s parted lips. "Now clean me off." Lana moaned around Julie’s taste, eyes fluttering shut as Drew pushed between her lips, salty and thick. The other man moved behind her, yanking her skirt up fully. She gasped when his fingers dug into her ass, spreading her. "Fuck," he growled. "Someone take this one hard before she drowns herself." Julie’s hips jerked against Lana’s tongue, her moans pitching higher—no words left, just raw, shuddering need.

Lana wanted to blame Julie for getting her into this so she forced her whole hand into Julie's cunt. "This is what you need you whore."

Lana’s fingers curled deep inside Julie, her whole hand buried to the wrist in the tight, pulsing heat of her cunt. Julie’s back arched off the couch, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as Lana twisted her fist, knuckles stretching her wider. "This is what you needed, you whore," Lana hissed, voice rough with lust. Drew chuckled, gripping Lana’s hair and forcing his cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat in slow, brutal strokes. "Look at you—fucking her like you own her." Julie writhed, thighs trembling around Lana’s arm, her whole body clenching as Lana crooked her fingers inside her. One of the men bent Julie forward, shoving two fingers into her ass, stretching her open even more while she whimpered, overstimulated and shaking. The man behind Lana didn’t wait—she felt the thick press of his cock against her soaked entrance before he slammed into her in one savage thrust. Lana choked around Drew’s cock as she was filled, her free hand scrabbling at Julie’s thigh for balance. Julie sobbed, eyes rolling back. "More—" she begged, voice ragged. Lana snarled, twisting her wrist harder. "You’ll take *everything*."

Julie turned to me and said "dear husband if I knew it turned you on this much to see me used like a whore i would have let somebody fuck me a long time ago."

Julie's hips bucked wildly as Lana's fingers pistoned inside her, her voice breaking between moans. She turned her head toward Drew, lips trembling as she gasped, "Dear husband—if I knew it turned you on this much to see me used like a whore, I would've let somebody fuck me a long time ago." Drew's grip tightened in Lana's hair, his cock twitching against her tongue. "Look at you," he growled, thrusting deeper into Lana's throat. "Begging for it even when you're split open on her hand." Behind her, the man driving into Lana's pussy picked up his pace, each snap of his hips forcing a choked sound from her stuffed mouth. She could feel Julie's cunt clenching around her fingers, the slick heat gushing as Julie teetered on the edge. The other man leaned in, biting Julie's shoulder as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass. "She's gonna come," he muttered. "Fucking wrecked and still shaking for it." Lana twisted her wrist, grinding the heel of her palm against Julie's clit. "Then let her," she managed around Drew's cock, voice wrecked. "Let her scream." Julie did—a broken, sobbing cry tearing from her throat as her body locked up, shuddering around Lana's fingers, around the cock in her ass, around the pleasure wringing her raw. Drew smirked, pulling his dick from Lana's lips just enough to let her breathe. "Good girls finish first," he said. "Now it's your turn."

Lana gasped as Drew’s cock slid from her mouth—but only for a second before he yanked her head back, spitting on her lips and shoving himself between them again. The man behind her didn’t slow, his hips hammering into her so hard her tits bounced with every thrust, slick skin slapping against skin. Julie, still twitching from her orgasm, whimpered when the other man withdrew his fingers from her ass—only to feel the blunt pressure of his cock replace them. He gripped her hips and pushed in with a groan, stretching her even wider. Drew grabbed Lana’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. “You gonna come while he fucks you like this?” he taunted, dragging his thumb over her spit-slick lips. “While she watches?” Lana’s thighs trembled as the man behind her hit a brutal rhythm, his balls slapping against her clit with every snap of his hips. She could feel the heat coiling low, her own moans muffled around Drew’s cock. Julie let out a broken sob as the man behind her bottomed out, her body still oversensitive from her last climax. "Fuck—fuck, she's taking it all," he gritted out, fingers digging into Julie's skin. Lana’s breath hitched—she was close, so fucking close, and the way Drew’s grip tightened in her hair told her he knew it. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. *Come.*” The command ripped through her. Lana’s vision whited out as her cunt clamped down around the cock pounding into her, her scream lost against Drew’s shaft.