I woke up to the feel of my girlfriend squirting on my face. A beautiful woman was screaming above me, leaning her flushed head on the wall. My previous bully was behind her, continuing to drive himself against her climaxing pussy with a smirk as he looked down at me smugly. Her eyes locked with mine. She gritted her teeth as she groaned, "It's an accident, baaaby!"
I laid there frozen on the bathroom floor, entirely unbelieving of this ludicrous scene in front of me. It was so bizarre and fucked-up that I was having trouble finding out if it was real or not.
Because if this was a dream, I'd smash my own brain as a punishment for coming up with this. I held my temples. I was strewn on the cold, bathroom floor, completely clothed, much unlike the two people in front of me. I remembered passing out. Maybe I drank too much. I started sorting out the fragmented night.
I brought my girlfriend to a high-school reunion of mine. I thought it would be fun. It was until I saw Josh, my previous bully in high-school. He was just as big as I remembered, despite me being way taller than I was back then.
He also came with this beautiful woman. She owned the car, but she seemed completely subservient to Josh--a detail I wasn't much fond of.
He was always a lady's man, but he was a horrible person through and through. Josh's multiple girlfriends during high-school didn't care about that though. They didn't care about the people he played around with for entertainment. They didn't care about me. You could see why I was irritated to see him exactly as he was back then--charming, handsome, and judging from his clothes, pretty well-off.
But I felt I've grown enough. Shouldn't I just be the bigger man and drop the shit between us? Pursuing it now wasn't going to get me anywhere. I'll just end up ruining the atmosphere of the party.
Plus, they wouldn't be able to relate being under the black man's tyranny.
The thought of having to let my grudge go left a bitter taste in my mouth, but I decided to try during the party regardless.
I needed a couple of shots for that to happen though. Turns out removing my inhibitions was quite possible the worst thing to do.
I asked him if he remembered how he tormented me. The cheery atmosphere suddenly froze. The extroverted jokesters went silent and the others looked on with interest. What really pissed me off, however, was my bully's reaction.
Confusion filled Josh's face as he looked at me like he didn't know me. As if he didn't know what I was talking about.
As if he genuinely couldn't remember how much he tormented me for his own twisted pleasure because I was that irrelevant. I wanted nothing more than to punch him in his face. Sure, I was doing well all by myself now. I've got a job, a beautiful girlfriend, an apartment.
But why was he doing great too? Wasn't it unfair to see him so untouched by life's hard lessons when he was a horrible person at heart?
Then I saw his face dawn in realization as he laughed. He said, "Oh, that's you! I didn't recognize you."
After chuckling for a while, he noticed my girlfriend beside me and said, "Oh, the sissy landed a hot girlfriend now. Daaamn, what those cheeks do, baby?" He openly flirted with my girlfriend right in front of the woman he was with. I was more than surprised to see that not only was she completely unperturbed, the woman even found it very funny and chuckled as if she was used to Josh's sexist remarks; as if it was common occurrence with him.
When her soft laughter diffused around the silence, several other started to laugh as well. It all sounded like mockery to me.
I remember clenching my hand then. I wanted to hit him, but my girlfriend held me back. She said, "They're just kidding, Zach. No need to take it all seriously. This is how boys probably greet each other, right? They're just being men." She then joked around with Josh as if they were buddies. The two occasionally flirted once in a while too. My girlfriend even directly complimented his broad shoulders and his beautiful physique once. He partially lifted up his shirt to show her his extremely well-defined abs, chuckling over my girlfriend's obvious curiosity. The other women in the party were secretly glancing up at him after that.
That only seemed to piss me off even further. I never exactly told her about Josh, but that was pretty irrelevant, right? I was her boyfriend and she was openly flirting with another man in front of me.
I secretly asked her to stop and she reassured me she was just kidding.
So I believed her. I was a trusting boyfriend after all. For some reason, Josh was irresistible with women, but I trusted my cool girlfriend more than his charms. She wasn't going to be swayed with things like that. She wasn't shallow. I loved her for that. The way she didn't judge people for their appearances. The way she didn't treat people differently, regardless of status, money, fame. The depth of her beautiful mind.
"This pussy's got depth, bitch! You're fucking built for big dick...! Fuck! Yeah, bounce on that dick!"
So what was this "dream"? My girlfriend looked completely unlike herself. I didn't even recognize her. She was sweating, her face contorted out of pleasure while she moaned dirty, nasty words about how big and hot he was. That wasn't her. It wasn't my girlfriend at all to praise someone for things they were born with. She saw people for what they were, for their ideals and aspirations.
For their hard work.
Instead, this woman I barely knew just screamed about how big my bully's cock was while driving her peachy ass harder against him. I could see my bully's balls practically slapping her swollen clit as his cock speared right through her mean grip. A small amount of her pussy juice was still dripping on me. It spurted out of her rhythmically with every thrust of his that she met eagerly. She made a brief eye-contact with me before shutting her eyes tightly in ecstatic euphoria, her taut legs convulsing.
"Oh, fuuuck! You're awaaake! Fuck, baby. He's inside me! He feels so b-big and waaarm. So....different from you, sweetie. Fucking h-hell. Jesus! You're pounding me too haaard, Josh! S-shit! Shit! I'm cumming agaaaain...! FUUUCK--"
Despite my erratic breathing and my painful vertigo, I saw every pore of hers, felt every detail of this sordid scene burn its way through my eyes.
And for the first time, I had a sudden hunch that this was for real. How else would I see it in such extreme detail? I could never dream of something as absurd as this, right? I was a lucid dreamer, but most of my dreams were vague. None came close to this.
Not a single one were as clear as this moment was to me. I don't think the alcohol that I fainted from was enough to cause this.
I would probably need a huge amount of drugs inside my blood to hallucinate so effortlessly.
I could see her eyes struggle to keep me on their gaze as her pupils dilated to an abnormal degree. She probably wasn't even seeing anything right now. Meanwhile, Josh was still thrusting inside her, holding a handful of her hair with both of his hands as he turned her beautiful, precious hair into a messy pigtail and used it as a leverage to fuck his cock deeper inside her. I could see the way their bodies connected from this angle. I never connected with her like this.
I could see him too. He was massive. Way bigger than me.
But her pussy was swallowing him completely. Once again, I felt the inequality and injustice hit me in the face. He was an asshole to me. He played with me for some twisted, temporary fun during high-school and yet somehow, he was fucking my girl and she was enjoying it. Wasn't that supposed to be the other way around? He ruined my life as a teenager! I'm supposed to be the one who gets revenge on the reunion. I was supposed to be the one who fucks his girl instead.
Not that I planned or wanted to, of course. I loved my girlfriend. I would never do that to her.
But why was this happening to me and not the other way around? Were the differences between us that severe?
"I'm gonna fucking cum, bitch. Where do you want it?"
"Inside me, Josh! Shit, fuck...! Cum inside my pussy. Empty your big, black balls inside m-me."
