The Retard Has A Teen Threesome Sex Stories 2024 – Y2Stories.Com

Two 16-year-old teens use The Retard’s cock to get the sex they’re sorely missing in their lives. They can’t deny it’s the best sex they’ve ever had.

“Stacy, bitch,” I called out. “What happened with you and Steve?”

She looked back, bothered. “Nothing.” She turned back around.

“That’s why he’s fucking Steph?”

“You’re a bitch.” She hissed back.

“I want to know.”

“We broke up.”

“Heard you’re a prude.”

“I am not!”

The teacher looked up from his desk at us with a stern look. I smiled at him. Satisfied, he looked back down.

“You weren’t fucking.”

“I wasn’t ready.”

“How about now?”

Stacy didn’t answer. Typical. She loved a cold shoulder.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I kept pushing.

“No. Are you?”

“What does that mean?”

“I know you’re a virgin.”

“So? I would have fucked Steve in a heartbeat.”

“I’ll beat your ass.” She said.

“Try it.”

“Leave me alone.”

“We both need to get fucked.”

“No, you need to get fucked.”

“You’re a virgin, too.”

Stacy ignored me.

“You’re a virgin.” I quipped. Nothing. “Virgin.”

“Am not.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

She looked back. Her face was a deep red.

“Somebody finally fucked the high and mighty Stacy Sweet?”

“No.”

“You’re a bad liar.”

“Finish your assignment.”

“We’re not done talking.”

When the bell rang, I followed Stacy out.

“Who’d you fuck?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh yes, it does. You wouldn’t fuck Steve. Who was the winner? Some dude from the football team?”

“I hate those guys.”

“Steve is the more sensitive type–you’re always so melodramatic.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Don’t lash out at me ’cause I found out your little secret, Stacy Sweet.” I wagged my finger at her.

She pushed me out of the way. “I’m going to class.”

I walked close to her ear. “We’re going to talk about this. If you’re getting fucked… Maybe you can help me get fucked.”

“And how would I do that?”

“I’m scared somebody will tell.”

“What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Maybe you know a guy.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Who’d you fuck?”

“Fucking leave me alone.”

Stacy walked into her class. I turned around and started pacing towards mine. In my pursuit of the truth, I had forgotten I had to be in math class, and I really couldn’t be late. That teacher hated me.

I bolted through the halls. My boobs were bouncing with each step. I knew boys had to be looking–I wish they were man enough to do anything about it.

I have a lot of fantasies–I couldn’t help myself. I discovered porn when I was young, and I still loved to watch it every day. I’d go home, then lock myself in my room and touch myself while searching for the right video. I’d take my time, push myself close to the edge, and stop. Oh, stopping was the most fun part. I’d think about how long I could keep myself going. The most I ever orgasmed in a day was ten times. I had the perfect video. I was home alone- and there was no reason to stop.

My fingers circled my clit for hours, and I sunk my fingers into my pussy, imagining a big firm cock fucking me. But imagination couldn’t be as good as the real thing. I wanted to be fucked. But I didn’t want anybody to know. I was supposed to be a good Catholic—a good virgin.

But then why had god given me these big tits and an hourglass body? To flaunt in front of the boys? I’m not a statue for sin. I’m a goddamn woman who really wants some sex.

Stacy may be happy being undersexed, but I’m not. That’s why I told her. I was frustrated one day and let it slip. That’s when she told me she was a virgin. I felt some solidarity then, but now she wasn’t, and I was?

It was impossible.

I sat down at my desk in math class. The bell rang as soon as I sat.

“Gwen, I’m glad you’re here on time for the first time in months.” My professor called me out even when I did the right thing.

“Yes, Professor Lovac.”

“Next, you might make it a habit to pay attention and learn something.”

I didn’t respond.

“Despite the fact you won’t,” He said. “Let’s start the lecture.”

I sat in class, silent, wondering who was fucking Stacy Sweet.

***

“Tell me.” I hissed at Stacy.

“No! I don’t know why you keep bothering me about this.”

“I want to know.”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

I walked in front of Stacy. “The Lord is watching.”

“The Lord *was* watching. We’re out of church now.”

“He’s here–everybody is here.” I looked into her eyes. “Is your lover? Does Steve know?”

We walked out of the church into the parking lot. Turning out into the street was Steve. I could see Steph was sitting passenger side. I looked back at Stacy. “Must feel shitty.”

“It feels like nothing.”

“That dick you got must be good.”

“What is your obsession with dick? You haven’t had any!”

My mouth dropped. “Don’t rub it in.”

“Stop bothering me about it.”

I saw Rafael come out of the building. The local retard. I groaned internally at my own thoughts. He was nice. He wasn’t even retarded. He was just a man of few deep thoughts. You could have a conversation with him only if you didn’t want an interesting answer.

We made eye contact, and I smiled and raised my right hand slightly. He did the same. He looked behind me and smiled at Stacy, who was still walking to her parent’s car.

I turned around. “What about Rafael?”

She turned around, shocked. “What about him?”

“Would you hit that?” He was walking to the other side of the parking lot. “He’s… He’s fit, not bad. It’s a shame he has no thoughts.”

He stopped by Mrs. Green’s car. He greeted her, and she hugged and kissed him on the cheek. She pointed to his parents, and he obeyed.

“I’ve never seen him talk to Mrs. Green,” I said. “Did you hear she’s getting divorced?”

“We’ve all heard it.”

“I know… So? Would you?”

Stacy shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“I would.”

“You would?” She asked, confused.

“Look at him. No thoughts? He’s honestly the perfect man for it. He wouldn’t tell anybody–he couldn’t, right?”

“That’s true,” Stacy said. “He wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“That’s what I want… I doubt he’d fuck good.” I sighed. “Not like they do in pornos.”

“You’d need a pornstar for that,” Stacy said. “I have to go.”

She rushed off. I watched her go and hop into her dad’s car. I need to find her mystery man. The only problem is I don’t know how.

—

The fifth shot tasted better than the first. I think that’s the nature of being drunk. Everything gets better slowly, then all at once.

I was balancing on my feet while talking to a football jock. He was big, and his muscles were swollen up. I might have considered him cute, except he kept looking down at my cleavage. That isn’t a problem if you’re attracted to a man. My trouble is a man who speaks kills himself in the arena of language.

“We were pretty close last week to winning the game.”

“Pretty close doesn’t count for much.” I ran my finger over the rim of my empty cup.

“Well–” He was surprised. “We could have done it. It would have been easy, but Michael’s fumbled.”

I sighed. “Like you’re fumbling this conversation?”

“Gwen–”

“Do any of your friends talk smarter?” I waved the question away. “You’re a football nerd–”

“–I’m not a nerd–”

“–You don’t know anything.”

He looked angry, but I was starting to have fun. “Are you going to join the math league now?”

“Why are you such a bitch?”

“Why are you so boring?”

“Whatever. Everybody knows you’re a slut.”

“You wish.”

“Fuck off.”

He walked away, and I was left cradling my drink.

I looked around the room. There was some awkwardness. One side of the house had Steve and Steph making out, while the other held Stacy Sweet and her kingdom of suitors—and adjacent girls.

Everybody knew she was single, and every guy wanted a shot. Virgins, in a religious town, were sought after. Every guy wanted to kill his first Virgin and as many after. Then he’d marry the real virgin he intended to keep.

One for fucking, one for keeping. I was a slut. Stacy was a virgin.

I still kept her secret. But I figured that even if she did fuck somebody, nobody would believe it. She was that kind of cute—pale, petite, a beautiful porcelain doll of perfection.

I knew what I looked like to the world. A slut.

Stacy was cradling a drink and bringing it to her mouth to sip a microgram of alcohol. She was talking to Holt. She was smiling, but I knew she had to be fuming. She hated Holt and his pretentious football shit. She hated it more than me. But he was attractive, and every girl wanted to talk to him.

I looked back and saw Steve toss Steph onto the sofa and climb on top of her. They were kissing. I grimaced. I didn’t think Stacy would mind. She seemed to be over Steve, but the rumors would be fun.

When I looked back, Stacy was sitting alone on the couch. I walked over.

“What you drinking?”

“Orange juice, mostly.”

“Let’s do a shot.”

She shook her head. “I’ve already had two.”

“I’m five deep.”

She responded with silence.

“You’re so boring,” I told her.

“You can’t get too drunk. Guys, take advantage.”

“Not of you.”

“You’re a virgin, too.”

I laughed. “Don’t ‘too’ me. I already know.”

“I misspoke.”

I rolled my eyes. “You got over Steve so fast that the drama hasn’t even settled.”

“He was a dick.”

I looked around before speaking. “Or you had a better one.”

“Let it go.”

“Only if you tell me who it was.”

“Why?”

“I want to fuck them.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

“You’re not dating–so it can’t be somebody at school. Nobody we’d care about. Or he doesn’t want anybody to know either.”

She took a long swig from her cup and threw it on the floor. “It was Rafael.”

I choked on my drink. “What?”

“Shut up.”

I dropped my voice so low she didn’t hear me the first time. “Who?” I had to repeat it.

“Rafael. I had sex with Rafael.”

“The retard?”

“Yes.”

“My god… Was he good?”

Stacy covered her face with her hands. “Yes.”

“Re–really?”

“He–I mean not emotionally. He mostly fucked me really hard and for a while. I didn’t cum, but there was no stress, and when he came, he was happy.”

“Did he–?” I felt lost. “Did you let him finish inside you?”

She didn’t respond.

“Oh my god.”

“I couldn’t help it. I forgot that’s what men did.”

“You forgot?”

“I’m a virgin!”

“Were.”

“Whatever. He sped up and fucked me hard, and then he was done.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“No, I bought Plan B.”

“Are you–have you done it again?”

She stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

“Stacy?” I called after.

In the kitchen, Stacy poured two shots. She pushed one into my hand. “Bottoms up.”

We downed it together, and then she poured two more. I was up to seven. She still didn’t talk, so we walked outside into the backyard. There was a circle of stoners on the other side of the yard. Me and Stacy walked into a dark corner.

“You did it again?” I questioned.

“Not yet.”

“Is he… Is he good?”

“He’s… Dedicated.”

“What does that mean?”

“I mean… He won’t stop too soon.”

“I didn’t really cum, okay? I laid him up against a wall and straddled him, and we fuck for like an hour. He was consistent, and I kiss him a little, but I’ve been scared to do anything else.”

“He’s getting more ass than some of these guys…” I mused. “Can he fuck me?”

“What?”

“I know–it’s crazy. I want to get fucked, Stacy. I’ve… I watch so much porn, and I can’t find the right person.”

“You can if you want.”

“I want you to be there,” I said.

“For what?”

“To feel safe.”

“I feel plenty safe.”

“You know Rafael better than I do,” I told her.

“No, I don’t. I had sex with him once.”

“And he was good enough to go back?”

She sighed. “Yeah. He didn’t care. He was happy to be there. We were sitting on his parents land and found a creek with his cow–”

“He has a cow?”

“–He has a cow, and Steve had just dumped me, okay?”

“I get it. I want it.”

“Well… I don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“If it’s a good idea.”

“Why wouldn’t it? Did he like it?”

“He said he did.”

“If he loves you, he’ll love me.”

“Why?”

“What guy doesn’t want to fuck two girls?”

Stacy looked behind me at the stoners. “I hope they can’t hear us.”

“Don’t worry–nobody will believe it.”

“I guess.”

“He won’t complain about two gorgeous girls with nice tits.”

“Where would we do it?”

“We can get a hotel room.”

“You want to take him into midtown?”

“Well, I don’t know. It’s an idea.”

“Where are you going to get the money?”

“I’ll steal it from my dad.”

Stacy started biting her nails. “You want to get fucked that bad?”

I smiled. “Don’t you think that’ll make it hotter? Having to steal?”

“Neither of us can drive.”

“I can.” I boasted.

“Not legally.”

“Don’t be lame, Stacy.”

“Then I can drive.”

“How do we get Rafael out?”

“We tell him to come out.”

“Do you think it’s that easy?” I asked her.

“He can follow instructions just fine.”

“So, you’re down?”

She looked around. “I think so…”

“Either sex is good, or his dick game is good.”

“It’s both, honestly.”

I smiled. “That’s exactly what I want to hear.”

—

I vaulted over my bedroom window. I closed the blinds and the window behind me. I looked around, and I couldn’t see anybody. I walked to the other edge of the house. I had left a ladder against the wall. I climbed down.

I was cold. I had on a tight blue crop top, a push-up bra, and leggings. My phone was in my bra. I rubbed my hands together and walked to the edge of the sidewalk. A few minutes later, Stacy pulled up and I hopped in.

She was looking good. Stacy was more petite than me, but her tits looked good in a tight shirt.

“We’re both dressed to impress Rafael, huh?”

Stacy looked down at herself. Her shirt was tight and her leggings even tighter.

“I guess.” She put the car back in drive and we left for Rafael.

We drove past his house. I looked back at it.

“Stacy?”

“I told him to wait by–where we met.”

“Where you met?”

“For sex.”

“Oh,” I said.

“He might be there with his cow.”

“Cow?”

“He talks to his cow. It’s like his dog.”

“I didn’t ask before… I’m not sure the answer makes much sense.”

Stacy laughed. “I know. It’s so fucking weird. this whole thing is weird.”

I had to agree with her.

Stacy came to a stop and hopped out of the car.

“Rafael?” She called out. “Where are you?”

She did it for a few minutes and nothing. There was no Rafael.

“Are you sure he’s coming?”

“I told him at 10 PM…” She sounded sad. “He has to come.”

In the distance behind us I heard a cow mooing. We both turned to look and in the pure darkness we heard,

“Hi!” In that simple tone we both know. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Rafa.” Stacy ran up to him and hugged him. “You’re only late. It’s okay. How are you?”

“Good.”

“That’s great. I’m glad.” She looked back at me. “This is my friend. “Gwen, you know Gwen?”

He shrugged.

“We’ve never talked.”

“She’s pretty though, isn’t she?” She asked him.

“Yes.”

“Good. She’s here to spend the night with us.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Isn’t that exciting? Gwen heard about you and really wanted to spend time with you. I told her you were really good at keeping secrets. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s so good.” Stacy threw her arms around him. “We’re all so excited. Are you ready to go?” Stacy looked around. “Where are your clothes?”

His face dropped. “Oh.”

“You didn’t bring any?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. You forgot?”

“Yes.”

“I should have reminded you.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “We’ll be back soon. Don’t worry. We’ll have fun.”

He smiled.

“Lots of fun.” She repeated. “I can’t wait.”

Stacy walked behind Rafael and ushered him into the backseat. I was back in the passenger seat looking back at Rafael. He was mostly staring forward. He didn’t have anything to say. I could barely imagine that this seemingly inanimate person could ravage anybody. I looked at Stacy. Maybe her idea of ravage was boring. I had overestimated Rafa and Stacy.

“This is Gwen.” Stacy broke into my thoughts. “She’s heard a lot about you.” She clarified. “She’s never had sex–like you!”

“Yes.” He was looking out the window. “No sex. I like sex.”

“I know… Me too.” Stacy let out a groan. “I’ve been thinking about you, since last time. How about you?”

“Me too.”

“You’ve been thinking about me?”

“Sex.”

“With me?” Stacy pressed.

“Yes. Lots of fun.”

“I think so too.”

“Fun.” He repeated.

His head was empty. “Are you going to fuck me hard, retard?” I turned around, looking at him. My index finger was an inch from his face.

He looked at me, then his eyes shot down to my tits. “Yes.” He seemed confident.

“You like these?” I questioned.

“Yes.”

“Dirty talk is simple with him, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Stacy replied. “We didn’t talk much. It was mostly me being fucked–Oh, and he doesn’t wear a condom.”

“He doesn’t?”

“He didn’t. I don’t really want to bother with it.”

“What if we get pregnant?”

“There’s Plan B.”

“That costs money,” I said.

Stacy groaned. “Gwen, I want to get fucked without a condom.”

“Fine.”

“Rafael, are you horny?” He didn’t reply. “Do you want sex?”

“Yes, please.”

“He’s a gentleman.”

The hotel parking lot was empty. We pulled in and checked in. Two gorgeous girls and a retard. There were two beds and one TV. The AC ran low. It was set to 65 degrees.

Rafael walked as lamely as he did into every room. He didn’t jump or cheer in joy. He was about to fuck two gorgeous teen girls–being twenty-eight, he should have. A lot of men his age would have killed to fuck girls like us. He was here being retarded.

He stumbled into the room, looked around without purpose, and sat back on the bed. His eyes cast up to the ceiling. He was wearing sweatpants and a grey shirt. The arms of the shirt ended around his biceps. They were fairly large. He worked on the farm with his family.

Stacy was in the bathroom brushing her teeth–I didn’t understand why. I was standing by the door staring at Rafael. Stacy popped her head out.

“Why don’t you talk to him?”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. Anything. You’re about to fuck him–you might want to get to know him.”

“He’s retarded, Stacy.”

“He has feelings–we shouldn’t call him that.”

“When he’s balls deep inside your pussy–I do not think he’ll give a fuck…” I thought about it. “I don’t think he gives a fuck now.”

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Fine, don’t. But he’s my friend.”

“He’s your lover.”

Stacy closed the door to the bathroom.

I looked at it before stepping forward. “Do you like TV?”

“Sure.” He said.

“What do you like to watch?” I walked to the bedside lamp table between the beds. I picked up the remote and hit the big red power button. The rubber was cool beneath my thumb. Channel five came on. The news.

Rafael’s eyes were fixed on it.

I sat next to him and pushed him over with my arms. “I want to sit here.” He moved over. We both watched the TV. There was a shooting, a robbery, and a stabbing. All in one week.

“What do you think about that?”

“Huh?”

“The robbery?”

“It isn’t good.”

“That’s true… Are you excited?” He looked around but didn’t answer. I repeated the question. “About fucking.”

“I like fucking.”

“At least you know that word…” I peeked past him to the bathroom door. It was still closed. I looked down between Rafael’s legs. “Is your cock excited?”

“I don’t know.”

I put my right hand down on his crotch. Rafael looked at me curiously.

“Do you know what a cock is?”

“My pee pee.”

“You do. Good job. Do you know what else it’s for?”

“Fucking.”

“That’s right, big boy.” His eyes were locked on mine. “Are you ready to use it tonight?”

“Yes, please.”

I put my mouth next to his ears and tightened my grip on his crotch. “You won’t have to say please as long as you’re fucking me. Understand?”

He said, “Yes.” But I thought the answer, really, was probably, “No.”

I segued from whispering in his ear to nibbling on it. Rafael didn’t move. He let me nibble and pushed my tongue into his ear canal. “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” He replied.

“I like you.”

“Thank you.”

I moved my hand up and down his crotch area. Rubbing on the top of his dick. I felt it start to enlarge in size.

“I need a good dick. I heard yours is good.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, cocky guy, huh?” I finally straddled Rafael. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I put my lips to his. He kissed back. Our mouths opened. Rafael grabbed my ass and pulled me close. His groin started trying to push up into me. “You’re excited.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“I want to fuck.”

“Anybody, huh?”

“Yes.”

I laughed. The retard was horny. He didn’t know how to sweet talk me–or lie. That was nice.

Rafael had me grabbed by the ass. I was grinding on his cock and kissing him. He was at full mast, the head of his cock was pushing up against my body, but he was covered.

“Gwen!” Stacy called out.

I stopped kissing Rafael. He was frightened.

“I’m sorry.” He immediately said. “i’m sorry.”

“No–” Stacy responded, sounding mortified. “You’re not in trouble, neither of you are. I’m surprised Gwen didn’t wait!”

“Jealous?” I kissed Rafael nice and long.

“Uh–no. Surprised.”

I looked at Rafael and pulled his head into my tits. “I bet she’s jealous.”

“Shut up, Gwen.”

I looked Stacy up and down. She had done her makeup and dressed up. She had been wearing a tight shirt and leggings. Now she was wearing a sunflower covered sundress and her makeup was done.

“You want to impress him, huh?”

“No. It’s just–it was easy to fuck him when I had a skirt on.”

“Oh, I bet. Made him take off your panties?”

“I took them off myself.”

“I’ll see what I have him do.”

“I wanted to go first…” She grumbled.

“Too late. My turn.”

Rafael’s lips were soft. He kissed back passionately and was desperate to ahve my close. His entire body was into our movement. I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled my crop top over my head. My tits fell out and forward. Rafael opened his mouth and stared at them.

“Do you want a taste?”

“Yes, please.”

I leaned over Rafael and felt his lips and tongue latch onto my nipples. He had a hand on one and suckled the other. The boy’s groin kept shooting up and down. I could hear him moaning beneath me.

I looked to my right. Stacy was standing in the alcove that led into the room. She hadn’t moved. There was a distant look in her eyes as she observed us.

“Jealous?”

“Surprised.”

“Stop standing there.”

“I’m watching.”

“Bring a chair over. You standing is making me nervous.”

There was a chair on the other side of the room. She dragged it next to the bed. She leaned forward and laid her chin on her fist.

I pulled my tits out of Rafael’s mouth and locked our lips together, then removed his shirt. I pressed our bodies together. He wrapped his arms around me as we kissed. His groin kept shooting up. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but his cock did. A tight and moist pussy for the good little retard.

I leaned over a little bit and reached beneath his sweat pants and gripped his cock.

“Oh…” He let out.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes…” He groaned. His cock was pushing up and down my hand. I wasn’t exerting any effort. He was fucking himself with my hand.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

He nodded. His breathing was deep and his voice more staccato and desperate.

“Do you promise to be a good boy and listen?”

“Yuh–yes!” He gasped.

I let go of his cock, placed my hand on his chest, and kissed him. I turned back to look at Stacy. “Don’t look away.”

“Why–”

“Don’t,” I instructed. Rafael’s chest was smooth with an adornment of hair. “Do you want to take it out?”

“Yes.”

“Stand up and get naked.” Rafael dutifully stood up and lowered his pants and underwear. He jumped to take them off and threw them aside. He stood naked. My ass was on the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to get naked?”

Rafael stupidly nodded. His eyes were wide, his cock hard and upright. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in obedience.

I stood up and turned around. I shook my legging-covered ass back at Rafael. He stared at it. I knew an animal part of him wanted to approach and touch me. He had been raised well. He wouldn’t touch me unless I told him how–or when. He had been admonished so many times. Most retards were. He was a good boy. But good boys were horny. I knew because so were good girls.

I was transfixed by the thought that his cock would be deep inside me. He would be losing his little retard mind and fucking me like I was the only thing in the whole world. My pussy would become everything, and his cock would fill me up. I wanted Rafael so bad, and he didn’t know it.

I lay my head on the bed, looked at Stacy, and hooked my fingers beneath my leggings and my panties. I pulled them down. Stacy stopped breathing. She covered her mouth with her hand. When my leggings were around my knees I could hear Rafael mumbling to himself.

“Gw–Gwen?”

“Yes, Rafael?”

“Gwen is pretty.”

“I bet you’re turned on, huh?”

“I don’t know if he knows that word.”

“Do you want to fuck Gwen?”

“Yes.”

“That means you’re turned on, baby.”

“Turned on.”

“You’re turned on?”

“Yes.”

His cock was hard and kept bouncing up and down. He was shaking his groin in anticipation. “Do you want to put your cock inside me?”

“Yes, please. Please. Please.”

“Do you hear that, Stacy? He’s horny. He wants me. So much.”

“I can tell.” She muttered. “He’d probably–”

“You’ll get your turn.” I lifted my left leg up, then my right, I threw my leggings and panties aside. My ass was still pointed up in the air. “Do you want to touch? You can. Walk forward.”

Rafael’s foot slapped loudly on the floor. I heard another step. I felt his long cock rest on my back. He put two hands on my butt. He pulled me back into him and humped the air. His hands kneaded my skin. He groaned loudly within thrusts.

“Remember,” Stacy interjected, “You can only touch me and Gwen like this when we give you permission.”

“Why are you telling him that now?” I asked, frustrated.

“What if he tries to do it to some other girl?”

I rolled my eyes. “She would be so lucky,” then focused on Rafael’s torso slapping against my ass. His hands explored and shaped it. He was playing with my skin like it was clay he was trying to shape into art. “Are you ready to fuck my virgin pussy?”

“Yes. Please. I want to fuck.”

“You want to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Say, ‘I want to fuck you, Gwen.”

A pause followed. Rafael was thinking–and hard. His dry humping had ceased. “I want to… Fuck Gwen.”

“Close. Do it.” I looked at Stacy. “Put his cock inside me.”

“Why me?”

“He has no idea what he’s doing.”

He had started slamming into me. The bottom of his cock was sliding up and down my back.

“Don’t forget to spit on it,” I told her.

She sighed and stood up. She put her hand on Rafael’s chest and stopped him.

“Stacy?” He said.

“Let me help you. You want to fuck Gwen, right?” He nodded.

Stacy grabbed Rafael’s hard cock. She jerked the head a little. Rafael looked at her lovingly. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her hand moving up and down the length of his cock. Rafael lifted a hand up and placed it against Stacy’s tit. He was fondling it as they kissed. I was still bent over. Stacy broke the kissed and led Rafael by his cock. She placed it at the entrance to my pussy.

“Make her feel good.” Stacy leaned over and made a noise, then spat out. Her spit coated his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and spread it evenly. Rafael moaned. Stacy kissed him one more time. “Push.”

Rafael knew how to listen.

He thrust forward and filled me up. He fell forward. His head resting on my back. Both his hands found their way onto my hips. He pulled out and, with the help of his hands, pounded into me.

“Yes.” He growled. “Gwen…” He was talking to himself. At least he knew my name.

Stacy had returned to her seat next to the bed. I had my hands spread forward, gripping the bedsheets. My thighs were being pounded against the bed frame. My head kept jolting forward and coming to rest. I was moaning. Stacy was trying not to make eye contact. Her fingers were ruffling the ends of her sundress. She would look at Rafael and back at me. I couldn’t make an expression other than opening my mouth wide to let out a moan.

I had never been fucked before, but I could tell Rafael was a consistent and *hard* fucker. Every thrust turned into a loud clap. He would occasionally fall forward, his hands sliding up my body to my waist, where he would dig into my skin. When fucking he had no sense of *me*. He was trying to reestablish his grip, and how that affected me didn’t matter. I could feel his nails dig into my skin. I thought he might draw blood, but with each consecutive smack of our bodies, I would forget that and focus on being dominated by a retard.

“This feels so good…” I moaned out. “Don’t stop, Rafael. Keeping fucking me. Keep fucking me with that retard cock.”

“Yes, Gwen.” He roared. He was shoving himself all the way into me with maximum speed. Rafael was stupid, but he seemed to know one thing. That the sooner he orgasmed, the sooner he would be done fucking my sweet body. He would go into a savage state before slowing it down and returning to a gradual pace. He was protecting his orgasm, and if I didn’t know better–I’d say he was edging himself with my body.

“What’s wrong–Oh–Stacy?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Cum and let me fuck him.”

“Are you–fuck–jealous?”

“He’s a retard. Why would I be jealous?”

“He was your retard. Now he’s *ours*.”

“Shut up.”

“You don’t–” He bottomed out inside of me. “Think so?”

“Rafael’s known me longer.”

“I don’t think he cares about that when his dick is all the way inside of me.”

Stacy broke eye contact.

I smirked. “Stop, Rafael.” He obeyed. I turned over and looked at him. His hard cock was wet and covered in my juices. His face was covered in sweat from his efforts in fucking my tight teen pussy. “Want to try something new?” I asked him.

“Yes.”

“Anything to keep fucking, right?”

“Yes.”

I laughed. I laid my back on the bed and signaled for Rafael to get close. My pussy and his cock were at the same height. I threw my legs up unto his shoulders. “Don’t worry. Wrap your hands around my thighs, and you’ll see how much fun we can have.” I grabbed his cock and aimed it for my pussy. “All you have to do now is push.”

Rafael pushed in slowly. He looked down at me from the gap between my legs. His hands dug into my thighs skin, and he pounded me quickly. I tossed my head back, opened my mouth, and looked into Stacy’s eyes.

“Oh–oh–oh god!” I moaned as we looked at each other.

Her eyes were wide.

I slid my hand from my tit down to my clit and started to rub. Rafael fucked me harshly. He groaned loudly and moved without pause.

“You’re doing so good.” I praised Rafael while I stared back at Stacy. “Your cock feels so good.”

“I bet it does,” Stacy grumbled.

I looked up. “Do you want to fuck Stacy?”

Rafael groaned out an answer.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like my pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like Stacy’s?”

“Yes.”

I placed my hand on Rafael’s torso. He kept trying to push in, but I stopped him. He groaned in frustration.

I turned and crawled on my knees to Stacy. I lifted her chin up and kissed her. Before I knew it Rafael had crawled behind me and gripped my hips. He inserted himself from behind me and started to fuck.

“Oh–no!–Rafael!” I screamed. I hadn’t been expecting him to become aggressive.

He grumbled under his breath and continued. My face bounced into Stacy’s. Our lips met repeatedly.

I gasped. “I’m… Sorry–I didn’t mean to–”

“Shut up.” Stacy kissed me back. She held my face. Rafael never once stopped to acknowledge either of us. His retard cock was unrelenting.

I moaned and lowered myself to the bed. “Fuck… It’s so good, Rafael. You big fucking retard…”

“I’m going to stop him.”

“Why?” I held Stacy close and looked deep into her eyes. “Watch me get fucked by your retard.”

“I want to fuck him.”

“Do you? Does watching me make you jealous?”

“…A little.”

Rafael slapped my ass. “Ah! He spanks now. Where did you learn that?” I demanded.

“Uh-uh–” Rafael moaned.

“Come on Stacy. Don’t you want me to cum?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Kiss me.” Our lips locked. Stacy ran her hand down my back and to my ass. She spanked me. “God!”

“Fuck her, Rafael. Fuck her for me.”

“Yes, Stacy.”

The retard sped up. He held onto my hips so tightly I thought his fingers would dissolve my skin. I was moaning and begging for more. Stacy kissed me. I played with my clit while being fucked. I felt the orgasm start in my lower body and vibrate through me. It was an overwhelming desperation to crawl out of my skin. I was moaning and begging all at once. I didn’t want Rafael to ever stop–but desperately needed to. The synapses of my brain were firing, and I was destined to live in this moment forever.

Until forever was over. I was face down, ass up. Rafael continued pumping in and out of me. I looked up at Stacy and smiled.

She lifted my face up, “Was that good?”

“So good,” I said quietly. “But it’s your turn.”

“Good.” Stacy walked to Rafael and kissed him. “You need to stop for now.”

He grumbled. “Why?”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Yes! Yes!”

She kissed him again. “Then you have to stop.”

Rafael understood this command. He pulled his cock out of me. Stacy made him stand on the edge of the bed again. She revealed her perky tits and took her leggings off. She didn’t make a big show of it–not like I had. Rafael was still hard. His hand jerked his cock back and forth. His hips thrusting up into nothing. He was *horny*, and he couldn’t control himself, not much.

She gripped his cock. Rafael pulled his hand back and watched her. Stacy got onto her knees and swallowed it whole.

“I’ve never seen you be such a slut.” I teased.

She didn’t respond. Instead she focused on Rafael. Her hands ran up from his balls and up to his chest. She ran her fingers in circles. He gripped her hand with his and looked down at her. He didn’t thrust into her mouth. He let her do all the work, maybe he didn’t know he was supposed to. Or he felt a delicate concern for Stacy.

Without realizing it I was fingering myself while watching. I was moving my hips up and down as my fingers went deeper and deeper. I used my other hand to prop myself up.

“Hold my hair, Rafael.” Stacy instructed.

He grabbed Stacy’s long hair and held it up for her. She finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and started sucking on the retards balls. He moaned. Then his eyes shifted to me. As Stacy sucked on his balls he gripped his cock and jerked it. I could see a sort of passion burning in him. He had fucked me–he wanted to fuck me again. Really, he wanted to fuck anything.

“He’s ready, Stacy. He doesn’t want to wait much longer.”

She looked at me. “What?”

“He’s got a horny look in his eyes.”

Stacy stood up and grabbed both his hands. “Is that true? Do you want to fuck?”

“Don’t be so delicate with him.”

“Yes.” He responded after a long pause.

“Fuck me, Rafael.” She kissed him and wrapped a leg around him. “Fuck me standing up.”

“A freak…” I muttered.

Rafael aimed his cock and pushed it into Stacy. She kissed him. They fell back into the hotel wall. He kept thrusting up into her like a pornstar.

“Yes, Rafael! Yes. Fuck me… With that big… Retard cock!”

I tasted my fingers. They were drenched. Absolutely soaking wet from watching the retard and my classmate fuck.

“Turn us around!” Stacy ordered. Rafael was good at following orders. “Fuck me hard!”

Rafael slammed her into the wall. With the position, and a stable anchor, she lifted her leg up and really gave Rafael access. He slammed into her from beneath harder than I had seem him do all night.

Stacy started to yell. “Fuck! Fuck! It hurts!”

Rafael slowed down.

She slapped him. “No! Don’t stop, retard. Keep fucking me! Keep going, please!”

Rafael didn’t need a second command. He pushed forward and sank his cock deep into her pussy. He held her against the wall and kept going until she was screaming so loud I was sure the entire hotel could hear her.

“Rafael! Fuck!” She fell forward, pushing Rafael back. She placed her hands on the wall. “Don’t stop–Don’t stop! I’m almost there!”

I was fingering myself closer to a second orgasm too. Hearing Stacy scream turned me on more. Watching our retarded bull move non-stop while gratifying his primal urges–it was everything I thought it would be.

Stacy had stumbled onto something hot–sexy, something neither of us could deny.

“Fuck!” Stacy started shaking. Her legs shook and she whimpered lightly. “Fuck…” She muttered. Rafael continued fucking her. She put her hand back. “Stop.”

Rafael took a few more pumps before stopping. He stayed imbedded in her.

“Pull out,” She instructed.

Rafael grumbled and obeyed.

“I can’t believe he’s still hard,” I told Stacy. “He really is like an animal.”

Rafael rubbed his cock on Stacy’s bare ass. His hard cock rubbed on her smooth skin.

“Look at him. He wants to cum so bad.”

“I want him to face fuck me,” I said. “Rafael, do you want to face fuck me?” I laughed. “He doesn’t know what I mean. Bring him over, Stacy.”

She looked exhausted as she stood up. She shepherded Rafael to the edge of the bed. I leaned forward and presented my mouth.

“Give it to me.”

Stacy gripped his cock and placed it in my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it. Rafael looked curious. Though he started to thrust intuitively.

Stacy watched him hopefully.

I was on face down, ass up. Rafael sped up while he fucked my mouth. He was careful not to hurt me, but he wanted to be satisfied. He thrust and thrust and it started to feel like my oxygen was running out. I could manage.

Lost in being used–suddenly, I felt a naked Stacy placing her palms on my hips.

“We can make this a little more fun.” She said.

Stacy kissed my ass before using a finger to rub my clit. She moved her mouth down until her tongue ate me out from behind.

I started to gag on Rafael’s cock. Being eaten out and face fucked as overwhelming.

Rafael took his cock out when he heard me struggling. He was willing to face fuck me–only so long as I didn’t sound injured.

“Oh… Stacy… Don’t stop.” I took a deep breath and gripped Rafael’s cock. “Go as hard and fast as you want. Understand?” I led him into my mouth.

He grunted.

Stacy’s tongue ran the length of my pussy. Her fingers rubbed my perfectly as I was being used in all directions.

Rafael had reached full speed. His torso impacted my face every time. Bouncing my entire body back into Stacy. Tears started to form in my eyes. He placed his hand on my back and held me down to the bed. His cock slammed into my mouth and before I knew it… I felt his hot retard cum gush out into my mouth. He jackhammered me a few times before coming to a full stop. His legs shook. He was gasping for breath.

“Good,” Rafael spoke for the first time.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a big smile. Cum and spit fell out and drizzled to the floor.

“Good… Boy.” I gasped. I moaned from Stacy eating me out from behind. “Yes… God… Yes…” A second orgasm rolled through me. I stayed up while Rafael observed me.

I wondered if the retarded enjoyed the view. He didn’t have the wherewithal to tell us.

“Rafael,” I instructed. “Get into bed.”

Rafael hopped in.

“I’m going to lay with him,” I told Stacy. “Let’s just make a dogpile.”

With Rafael in the middle, Stacy and I put ourselves on both sides of him. Both our legs tossed over his. We lay there, not talking about much. He didn’t have very much to add either.

We started dozing off. I woke up to Stacy going down on Rafael. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was taking deep breaths. I could see his groin shooting up into Stacy’s mouth. She was being a good little slut.

Her spit formed a puddle around his cock. She took it all the way to the back of her throat.

I heard Rafael’s breathing get deeper. His stomach fell in as he contracted his stomach muscles. He reached out and grabbed Stacy’s head. She tried to pull back but he held her in place. He fucked her mouth–skullfucked her like a slut should be skullfucked.

His cum fell from her mouth. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep. The last thing I remember hearing is desperate wheezing from Stacy.

“That was so hot…”

—

“Oh! God! Rafael.”

I opened my eyes to Stacy bent over the bed being fucked by Rafael. Stacy was wearing her crop top, but her leggings were next to her on the bed.

Rafael growled. “God…” I heard him mutter. “Fuck… Fuck…”

He was hopelessly lost in Stacy’s pussy. There was nothing that could take him away from cumming inside her pussy. I was sure of that.

When his body shuttered and he fell forward onto Stacy… I knew he had cum. Stacy smiled. She noticed me watching.

“I couldn’t help myself… I needed his cock one more time.”

I laughed. “You just want to be the favorite.”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t think he cares either way.”

“Maybe next time we can see who he wants to fuck the most.”

“You’re on.”