Susie Discovers Another Kink

So, you know those porn videos where we-- as in we women--get our hands stuck in the kitchen sink or we get ourselves stuck in the laundry machine and then the super smart and helpful guy comes along and fucks us from behind? We're such feather brains, you know? And then you know how some of us accidentally lie down in the wrong guy's bed and get spooned into a creampie?

Like that ever happens.

So what's my excuse? It was one of those vacation getaways where after wine and weed, everybody just sort of falls asleep higglety-pigglety, on the floor, on couches, on beds that aren't theirs, and then there's the whole issue of it being night, and you're in a strange place, and you don't want to turn on the lights and wake everybody up. The living room is sort of like a big screened porch. There's grasshoppers and toads singing in the weeds and swamp--it's Georgia. So I lay on the couch with who I thought was my boyfriend, and I'm drunk and high. We're all drunk and high. There's not much room on a couch, so we're spooning. My back is pressed against him. It's hot, so I'm wearing a one piece short mini-dress, the kind that barely make it over my hips.

In the middle of the night, I guess, The guy who I think is my boyfriend, gets a boner, and then it's like he figures out there's a girl pressed against him. He's palming my hips, my waist, my stomach, like he's checking if its flat and ready for a baby, and then he's pinching my nipples, making me open up for him. The next minute his finger is in my mouth and his cock is sliding into me from behind. I won't go into too much detail. I maybe should have known it wasn't my boyfriend when his cock was knocking at a door my boyfriend never knocks at, and that it opened for him, making my eyes roll, making my toes curl, making my back arch so that all that spunk went inside. I didn't even know it at first, not until he shrank and a girl feels all that syrupy heat inside her.

But that isn't the hot part of the story.

The hot part was waking up and realizing what happened.

My girlfriend was making coffee in the kitchen. The kitchen was basically the same room. She says to me: You look like a hungover freak. I've got dried cum all over my thighs, the crack of my ass and you'd think my cunt would be empty, my insides, but I feel the first drip of cum running down my thigh. I felt like a freshly fucked ewe. If I'd bent over it would have been obvious I'd been freshly fucked, deeply and thoroughly, but then in comes my boyfriend, from some back bedroom. He's stretching and all happy to see me. And then Susie Suede discovered a new kink. All of a sudden all that spunk that was inside my womb, smearing my pussy and thighs, felt like it was just as hot, body temperature hot, as come straight from a guy's balls. Let's call it shame.

I started feeling it in my uterus too. Shame.

A hot and scalding shame that was smearing my cunt and my thighs. My boyfriend came me a hug while another man's cum was working hard inside me. There was, like, another man's ball of cum, a hot syrup of shame coating my reproductive system, and I was hugging my boyfriend. I felt all biological, like a female who let herself be fucked because--you know--female. We can't help it. We're made this way. It's instinct. We get our hands stuck in kitchen sinks. We're just--so weak. We're made for cock and when one shows up, biology takes over. In other words, Susie discovered a new kink--the kind that makes you go brain-dead.

Anyway, all day long this goes on.

The thighs of shame. The cunt of shame. The womb of shame. Even after I clean up. Meticulously. I can't hide the sin, guilt and shame inside me. I guy can just wipe off his dick and balls, but a woman can't do anything once the "wrong" guy has claimed his territory inside her. She belongs to his cum, if you know what I mean. And that's the way I felt. I was with my boyfriend eating breakfast, driving home, eating lunch with him, rock climbing with him. And that whole time I was with him, my cunt, my womb, my fallopian tubes belonged to the guy that took his chances. The shame. Knowing the "wrong" man is still between your legs. And it made me horny as fuck.

I needed boyfriend to fuck the wrong guy out of me.

I needed boyfriend to take control of his female, to fuck the other man out of her, to show me who my thighs belonged to. And he did. I made sure I was on my hands and knees. I made sure my back was arched for him. I made sure he fucked me from behind, that that when he came I could almost taste it. And I made sure I squeezed his cock and all the cum coming out of it with my own, begging-for-forgiveness, orgasm. Boyfriend said he'd never seen me so hot, "so female" as he put it. Like I needed to rut.

Now what am I supposed to do with this new kink? Do I let another rando fuck me? Like a care about the rando. He's just a means to an end, to that shame that makes me all needy. I need to sin so I can be forgiven again.

I don't know, being female is so hard. I'm gonna go clean the kitchen sink.