The house party

Looking at Jeffery's house, you can see that the party's already in full swing. There are several couples making out on the porch, and you can see a guy getting very handsy with his girlfriend where they're pressed up against the huge oak tree in the front yard.

You smile to yourself, thinking about all the possibilities the night holds for you.

Not wanting to waste another moment, you enter the house quickly. From the entryway, you have an almost-full view of the festivities. Before you can even think about which room to enter, you feel a sharp slap land on your ass, and whirl around to see your best friend, and regular fuck buddy, Poppy, standing there with a devious smile on her face.

"About time, bitch!" she yells happily at you, bringing you into an aggressive, but loving hug. "Before you enact your plans to turn this party into some giant orgy, I want dibs on you first."

You roll your eyes but smile either way. "Of course. What kind of best friend would I be to deny you dibs on this pussy."

Poppy just laughs and grabs your wrist, leading you through the crowded living room and up the stairs. She enters a room and it's surprisingly empty. You're about to ask her how she knew it would be, but decided to just leave it a mystery. It's Poppy, after all.

In a flash, she's crowding you against the wall and kissing up and down your neck.

"It's been so fucking long since I've had you like this," she murmurs against your skin.

You chuckle. "Babe, it's been, like, two weeks max."

"Two weeks too long," she whines, and suddenly she pulling you further into the room, then pushing you down onto the bed.

You look over her shoulder from where she's straddling you, and see that the door is half-open, leaving more than enough leeway for anyone to see what you two are getting up to.

"You want it closed?" she asks.

You scoff and pull her into a kiss. "You know I don't."

"Good."

The next long moments are spent kissing and stripping each other of your clothing until the both of you are finally, blissfully naked.

Your eyes fall closed as Poppy begins to suck harshly on your nipples, and when you open them a few minutes later, you see that your best friend suddenly somehow was slipped on a harness with a bubblegum pink strap-on. You groan.

"God, fuck, Poppy..."

She grins evilly down at you. She slips her hand down and runs her fingers through your folds.

"You're so fucking wet. You want me that bad, baby?"

Your hips buck up into her touch.

"Yes," you whine. "You know I always do."

Poppy's grin turns sharper as she grips your thighs and spreads them.

"I'm gonna rail you so hard and so good that even after you finish your little fuckfest, at the end of the night, you and your little pussy are still gonna crave me so fucking much. You'll be begging me to fuck you again before you finally go home."

You moan breathily, unable to form a proper response. You know Poppy's right.

With that, Poppy pushes her strap into you, bottoming out in one smooth stroke.

"Look at that, Dahlia, baby. Taking me so well already. Did you fuck yourself before you came here?"

Your answer dies in your throat as Poppy suddenly pulls out to almost the tip, then slams back in.

"Fuck!" Poppy's pace is brutal right from the start, and it's exactly what you want. Exactly what you need.

You go to claw at her back, but lightening-quick, the blonde grabs your wrists and pins them down beside your head. You moan even louder.

You look down to see the glistening strap-on being revealed each time Poppy draws back, and it only makes you wetter. You can't remember the last time you were this turned on, the last time you wanted someone to just pound you into a mattress this badly.

You look back up to see Poppy’s eyebrows knitted together, the corners of her small mouth curled downwards. So fucking cute. A quick chuckle escapes your lips.

“What’s so funny?” Poppy snaps immediately, her grip on your wrists tightening.

You almost laugh again at that.

“I’ll stop if you laugh again,” Poppy snarls.

You smirk. “Yes ma’am.”

Suddenly, Poppy’s hands leave your wrists and land on your hips, pushing you further against the mattress. That wipes the smirk right off your face.

“Fuck,” you moan. “Poppy…”

It's Poppy’s turn to smirk. “Good?”

“God, yes…” You're surprised you're able to speak a coherent word, let alone two.

“Do you want more?”

You simply close your eyes and groan.

“Look at me,” the blonde commands as she slows down her thrusts. You **** yourself to open your eyes, and try to cant your hips upward, but Poppy just pushes them back down.

“Do. You. Want. More?” she repeats, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

“Please, Poppy.”

You can't even bring herself to care that Poppy has you begging within seconds.

Poppy reaches behind herself and oh fuck—suddenly the strap begins vibrating inside of you.

Your back immediately arches clear off the bed as you moan in surprise.

“Oh god—Poppy—” Whatever else you have to say is cut off when you feel Poppy’s slick lips latch onto a nipple, sucking just hard enough that the sensation dances on that deliciously fine line between pleasure and pain.

“Poppy,” you moan again, helpless to do anything else.

The other woman releases your nipple with a pop!, her lips curling into a sinister smile that makes you frantically roll your hips forward.

“I love it when you say my name like that.”

You just moan again. This is all too much. Too much in the very best way.

Poppy begins to pick up the pace. Her hands are back on your hips, her nails digging into the soft skin. You two are quiet for a few moments, just listening to the obscene sounds your wet pussy and the slap of skin-on-skin as Poppy snaps her hips back and forth, her thighs coming flush to your ass each time.

You suddenly hear the creak of a door opening, but before you have time to process it, Poppy’s thumb nudges its way between your lips and into your mouth. You only have a few moments to suck the digit before Poppy pulls it out and begins rubbing your clit.

You gasp sharply. God, Poppy really knows what she’s doing.

You spread your legs wider, allowing Poppy to drive the strap-on deeper into you, and giving her more room to caress every millimetre of your clit. An obscene moan escapes from deep within you, causing the blonde to smile down at you triumphantly. Poppy fucking loves seeing you fall apart and being the reason for it.

“Harder, Poppy…” you plead.

You're surprised to hear Poppy moan. Then, like a jolt, it occurs to you that Poppy must be able to feel the vibrations as well. The very thought makes you clench down, and you swear you can feel more of your wetness flow down Poppy's strap.

Without any preamble, Poppy begins thrusting in earnest. The feeling is immaculate, other-worldly. The strap-on is curved perfectly, and Poppy is thrusting at such an angle so the strap's head reaches the exact place within you that makes your vision go blurry. The thumb on your clit is still there, rubbing your swollen nub in tight little circles.

In-out, in-out, Poppy shows no signs of slowing down. You know that the sheets beneath you are ruined. You can feel your wetness spilling out from you, could feel how it's smeared along the inside of your thighs.

“Poppy,” you moan again, your voice thin and needy, almost a whine, really. Your best friend always knew exactly what to do to draw this carnal, urgent desperation out of you.

“You close?” Poppy asks, her mouth open, panting.

You nod frantically. You begin to palm at a tit with one hand, twisting the sheets beneath you with the other.

“Do you want to come?”

You nod frantically once more. You pinch one of your nipples, roughly rolling the hard bud between your fingers.

“Then ask.” That commanding tone was back, the low timbre of her voice tugging at something deep within you.

“God, fuck—” You buck restlessly against Poppy, **** for release.

“I said ask,” Poppy repeats, her voice even lower. Fuck.

You are absolutely not beneath begging. The problem is that you seem to have lost all ability to speak. But somehow, you manage to **** out,

“Make me come, Poppy…please…”

Poppy smirks, then leans down and presses open-mouthed kisses around the other nipple you neglected earlier. After, she moves up to your neck, eagerly sucking at the unmarked skin.

Then finally, blessedly, Poppy begins driving into you even faster. You can feel the hard metal ring of the harness each time she bottoms out, and the roughness of it all only drives you closer and closer to the edge.

Poppy is no longer being quiet either. She's moaning into the crook of your neck, the vibrations borderline ticklish. Her thumb increases its speed against your clit.

“Fuck, Poppy—” You don't know when it got there, but your hand tightens in Poppy’s hair as you shamelessly roll your hips up to meet each thrust.

It all feels so good, too good—

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fu—” Your back arches off the bed as you cling onto Poppy, trembling as your walls squeeze down on the shaft still moving within you. You're vaguely aware of Poppy’s moans increasing in pitch, but it's hard to hear over the roar of blood rushing to your ears.

Poppy is relentless, not slowing her pace one bit as you continue to cry out beneath her, your voice raw and ragged. Suddenly, Poppy’s thumb catches the left of your clit in the most wonderful way and all that tension that has been coiling so tight within you finally reached its peak, and blissfully, you feel wetness gushing out of you as you begin to cum harder than you can ever remember.

"Fu-fu-fuck—" You're absolutely wailing now, drenching the sheets and Poppy's thighs and leather harness as you writhe under her.

"God, yes, baby! Come for me! You're such a good girl, squirting all over me," Poppy praises as she lifts her head high enough to watch you cum.

She stops thrusting and just starts grinding her strap deep within you, and you know she's just trying to grind her own clit against the bottom of the strap.

Despite your orgasm still going, you're somehow able to tug harshly on both of Poppy's nipples, and with a startled moan, Poppy immediately starts coming, her hips snapping jerkily against you.

"Fuck!" she cries out, her voice gravelly. "Good girl, baby, good girl for helping me cum."

Finally coming down from your high, you begin whining from oversensitivity as Poppy keeps on thrusting into you, but it only goes on for a couple more seconds until she finally slows down, then comes to a complete stop.

She collapses bonelessly onto you, forcing the air out of your lungs with a little oof!

"Fuck, Poppy, that was so fucking good," you manage to rasp out a few seconds later.

Before she can reply, you hear a deep voice come from the open door.

"God, that was so fucking hot!"

Poppy sluggishly rolls off of you, and you push yourself up onto your elbows to see that a few people are gathered at the door eagerly watching the show, with Jeffery being the one in front. He has his large hand wrapped around his even larger cock, his cockhead glistening with precum peeking out of his fist with each downstroke.

You smirk.