A couple fuck a semi-conscious friend, and a teen gets a blowjob as a thank you!

My best friend gets used by me and my guy, in a blackout threesome. Then I thank a 16yo by blowing him while his 20yo brother fucks me.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
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The following story is another shared experience from a reader named Jackie. Her memories are deliciously captivating, and I felt they deserved to be shared. I hope you enjoy this one too.
Her last story 'From Mommies Girl to Daddy’s Little Girl', tap my name to find it if you haven't already read it!

As I share these stories, so many events and small moments flood my mind, making me so horny. I have lived a life filled with sexuality and debauchery and pleasure – sampling the normal and the taboo alike. Here are two stories from my well-lived young life.

One particular night;
The cheap beer in my hand was sweating, making a ring on the scuffed coffee table. Outside, the city hummed with a restless Friday night energy, but inside my small apartment, the air was thick with the sweet, skunky smell of weed and Tammy's post-breakup melancholy. She was curled up on the opposite end of my worn-out sofa, hugging a pillow to her chest like a life raft.
"You're shameless!" I jibed, trying to cut through the gloom that had clung to her since Mark left. She was ticking off a list of our male acquaintances, her eyes scanning the ceiling as if their faces were projected there. "You're just looking for a warm body to make you forget."
"Well, Allen is single? Isn't he?" she took a long drink from her beer, her voice flat, but the way her leg bounced betrayed a nervous energy. She wasn't just sad; she was coiled and restless, a predator with no prey.
I snorted, a real laugh bubbling up. "You put Allen in the friends category a year ago. And honestly, I think he may be with Derek now." The thought was so absurdly true, it felt like a cosmic joke.
Tammy's head snapped toward me, her eyes wide with mock horror. She dropped the pillow and struck a dramatic pose, her hand flying to her chest. "Gay Derek?… Please tell me I didn't push such a cute guy over to the dark side?" Her pout was so perfectly Princess Leia that I lost it, a loud, genuine laugh that made my sides hurt.
"Okay, okay, no more talk about our friends," I said, wiping a tear from my eye. I leaned over and playfully slapped her knee. "It's vibrator or find a new man. Your call."
We fell silent after that, the weight of her situation settling back in. We curled up against one another, a tangle of limbs and shared body heat, and drank in the quiet. The silence stretched, comfortable but heavy. And then, the thought, reckless and born of smoke and beer, just tumbled out of my mouth before I could catch it.
"You could join Eddie and I?"
The words hung in the air between us. I couldn't believe I'd said it. What the fuck was I thinking? I felt a hot flush of shame, but beneath it, a darker, more thrilling current of desire. Tammy wasn't just my friend; she was beautiful, all soft curves and sharp wit, and the thought of her with Eddie, with us, was a lightning strike to my system.
Tammy went perfectly still. She slowly lifted her head from my shoulder, her eyes, which had been dull with sadness moments before, now wide and searching. A slow, brilliant smile spread across her face, lighting her up from the inside out like a Christmas Tree.
"Really?" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. She took a triumphant swig from her beer, her gaze locked on mine. "You're on!"
We finished off a few more joints before we hit the road to meet Eddie. The air in his truck was thick with smoke and unspoken tension. Tammy was wedged between us, her head lolling on my shoulder, her breath warm and hazy against my neck. Every bump in the road made her giggle, a soft, drunken sound that went straight to my clit. Eddie's hand rested on the console, his fingers occasionally brushing my thigh. I caught his eye in the dim glow of the dashboard and saw the same raw hunger I felt.
"Hey," I said, my voice low. "Remember what I asked you before?"
He glanced from me to Tammy, then back, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "You serious?"
"Dead serious," I whispered, leaning closer. My hand slid over Tammy's stomach, feeling the soft cotton of her shirt. She stirred, murmuring something unintelligible. I looked right at Eddie. "We're all yours tonight."
Tammy's head lifted slightly, her eyes half-opened and glassy. She looked at Eddie, then at me, and a lazy, fucked-out smile appeared on her lips. She gave a slow, deliberate nod of agreement before her head fell back against my shoulder, completely gone.
That was all the permission Eddie needed.
By the time we got her to my door, she was dead weight. We had to carry her, her arms draped limply over our shoulders. Eddie kicked the door shut behind us and didn't waste a second. He stripped off his shirt, his muscles tense in the low light of my room. He laid Tammy on my bed like a sacrifice.
"God, I've wanted to fuck that sweet pussy since I met her," he growled, his eyes raking over her unconscious form. He looked at me. "You sure?"
My own hesitation was a flicker, quickly extinguished by the ache between my legs. "She agreed," I said, the lie feeling a little wrong – but that was the turn on. "She wants this."
Eddie was on her in a second, yanking her jeans down her legs. I knelt on the bed, my heart pounding. I leaned over, my hair falling across her stomach, and pressed my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, yielding. As I kissed her, tasting beer and weed on her breath, I felt the bed shift as Eddie positioned himself between her legs. He spread her thighs, and I heard his sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck, look at that," he groaned.
I pulled back from Tammy's mouth to see. Her panties were gone, and her pussy was bare, glistening and slightly parted. It was a beautiful, vulnerable sight. Eddie ran a thumb through her folds, and she let out a soft moan. That was it for me. I ducked my head and buried my face in her cunt.
She tasted divine. I licked her from her tight hole to her clit, circling the little bud with my tongue. She was so out of it, her body only responding on a primal level. Her hips twitched as I ate her, and I felt Eddie's hands on my ass, pulling my own shorts down.
"Get ready, baby," he grunted, and then he was pushing into me with a single, deep thrust.
I cried out, a sound of pure, unexpected pleasure. Eddie started fucking me, slow and deep, his hips slapping against me. I kept my mouth on her clit, sucking and licking as he used my body. It wasn’t long before my tongue had her arching off the bed, her hands fisting in my hair even in her stupor.
She wasn’t as gone as we thought. A wicked smile spread across my face as I loved the feeling of Eddie's deep strokes into my pussy while she writhed beneath me.
After a few minutes, he pulled out, slick with my juices. He grabbed me, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. He slammed into me from behind, his cock filling me perfectly. The force of it pushed my face back into Tammy's pussy. I ate her with abandon, my own orgasm building as Eddie pounded into me. He reached around and rubbed my clit, and I shattered, screaming into Tammy's cunt as I came.
He pulled out of me, his cock throbbing. "Switch," he commanded.
He lay on his back, and we maneuvered Tammy's limp body over him, guiding his cock back into her pussy. She was facing me now, her breasts swaying with his movements. I straddled Eddie's face, lowering my wet slit to his mouth. He ate me hungrily as he fucked up into Tammy. I leaned forward and sucked one of Tammy's perfect nipples into my mouth, rolling the other between my fingers.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Eddie grunted, his voice muffled by my pussy.
He pulled out of Tammy at the last second, and I was ready. I scrambled off his face and took his cock, slick with both of our juices, into my mouth. I sucked hard, bobbing my head, my hand pumping his shaft. With a loud groan, he exploded, flooding my mouth with his hot, thick cum. I swallowed every drop, milking him until he was empty, then licking him clean.
The next morning, Tammy woke up with a groan, holding her head. "What the hell happened last night?" she muttered.
I looked at her, my expression perfectly innocent. "You got really drunk, Tammy. You were begging Eddie and me to have a threesome with you. You were pretty insistent."
Her eyes widened, then a slow blush crept up her neck. "Oh my god. Really? I don't... I don't remember that at all." She looked from me to Eddie, who just shrugged with a small smile. "Wow. I must have been more wasted than I thought."
She wasn't upset. Just embarrassed. She had no idea she'd been barely conscious, her body used for our pleasure while she floated in a blackout haze. And I wasn't about to tell her.

God, some days I just have to laugh at myself, as I think about the myriad of experiences I have had. There is one story that brings a sense of respect and hope to me, it was about two good young men and their respect for a woman.
The Two Brother’s
I was on a long haul, just crossing state lines to visit a friend, and I’d stopped at one of those roadside diners that smell like coffee and desperation. You know the type. I was just shoving a greasy plate of fries into my mouth when I felt it. Eyes on me. I glanced up and saw him. Adorable couldn't even begin to cover it. Maybe sixteen, with a shock of blond hair falling into his eyes and a blush that was already creeping up his neck. He was trying so hard to be subtle, but every time I looked up, he was looking right at me.
It made me smile. A real, genuine smile. Here I was, road-weary, hair in desperate need of a salon, squeezed into jeans and a simple crop-top, and I still had it. I still made a teenage boy forget how to eat his burger.
Then his brother appeared. I saw the likeness instantly—the same jaw, the same eyes—but he was older. Maybe twenty. He sauntered over to the table, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud when he swatted the kid with his baseball cap, nodding pointedly in my direction. The teen straightened up like he’d been zapped with electricity, his face burning, and focused on his plate.
But the game was on. Because as they ate, it was the older brother’s turn. His glances were less frantic, more confident. A slow, deliberate sweep of his eyes that made my skin prickle. I felt myself blushing, the heat spreading across my chest. Looks really did run in their family. He was hot. And he was making me wet.
"Get a grip," I muttered under my breath, throwing my napkin onto my plate. I flagged down the waitress, left my cash and a generous tip, and made a beeline for the door. The cool night air was a shock. I was fumbling for my keys, telling myself I was being an idiot, when I heard a voice.
"Hey! Wait a minute!"
I turned. It was both of them, jogging across the parking lot. The older one spoke first, his voice smooth. "Hi, sorry to bother you. Could we have a minute?"
I crossed my arms, leaning against my SUV door. "What can I do for you?" The younger one was practically vibrating, a giddy, embarrassed energy rolling off him. His look was pure, unadulterated appreciation.
"My brother wants to apologize for staring you down back there," the older one said, and he was being genuinely sincere. "It was embarrassing."
I couldn't help but grin. "It was flattering, actually. To have such a cute young man interested in a woman probably twice his age." I smiled right at the teen, who suddenly found his shoes fascinating.
"I am sorry," he stammered, finally looking up. "You're just so beautiful, and… you seemed so… approachable. Not stuck up. That’s rare, you know? Do you understand what I’m saying?" Our eyes met, and his were questioning, vulnerable. Was he wrong?
I saw my own reflection in his wide, hopeful eyes and something in me just broke. I stepped right up to him, hooked my finger under his chin, and bent down to kiss him. I put my hands on his shoulders, and reflexively, his mouth opened. I slipped my tongue in, and after a second of shock, he kissed me back, all clumsy eagerness and raw emotion.
When I pulled away, he looked like he was going to melt into the asphalt.
"I am," I whispered, "thank you for thinking that of me." I looked over at his brother, who was standing there, utterly stunned. "You too. You're both such sweet guys…" I turned back to the teen, who was still in a trance. "Don't ever lose that. Another hot girl will appreciate it someday."
I don't know what possessed me. I really don't. But I didn't leave. I crossed the asphalt to the older brother. He didn't wait for a cue. He took my face in his hands, and I looked up at him as he bent to kiss me. This was different. His mind was way ahead. His hands were all over me, sliding down my back to grip my ass. In one smooth motion, he lifted me right off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist to steady myself, and that's when I felt it—his hard cock pressing against me through our clothes.
I pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air as he held me effortlessly. "Are you just passing through? Or local?" I managed to ask.
"Passing through," he said, his smile infectious. "But we have a room in that motel over there for the night!"
I was so wet for him I could feel it soaking my jeans. I glanced over and saw the younger brother leaning against a car, watching us with an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. I saw their bond in that moment, and it moved me.
"Take me," I said. He looked around, confused, and I laughed. "No, handsome. Take me to your room. Both of you." I looked over at the teen, whose expression was priceless—a perfect, explosive cocktail of pure excitement and sheer terror.

The motel room was cheap and smelled like lemon-scented cleaner. "You two, grab a seat," I commanded, pointing to the rickety chairs by the small table. I put the little radio on, found a station with a decent beat, and started to move. I did a slow, deliberate striptease for them, peeling off my crop-top, then my jeans, swaying my hips to the music. When I was down to my bra and panties, I told them to strip. It was a testament to sibling rivalry, watching them scramble to see who could get naked the fastest.
And what I witnessed was a continuation of their blessed genetics. Both had magnificent cocks for their respective ages, and both were hard, almost vertical. I stepped over to the teen first. This time, there were no tentative kisses. He opened his mouth, a little too wide, and I giggled, tapping his cheek gently. He got the message, and we fell into a clumsy, passionate kiss. As we made out, I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot and silky, and he immediately stopped kissing, his breath catching in a sharp hiss of pleasure. But because I didn't stop stroking him, he started to move with me, his hips thrusting slightly into my fist. I pulled back, and the disappointment in his eyes was so cute it almost hurt.
"On the bed. Lie down," I told him. As he scrambled to obey, I turned to the older brother. We kissed, a deep, hungry embrace of tongues and arms. I reached down and stroked his thick cock as we kissed, and I loved the low, guttural moans that vibrated into my mouth.
I pulled away and crawled onto the bed after the teen, settling between his legs. I kissed the head of his cock, watching his face as he became mesmerized by the sight of my mouth on him. I threw a look over my shoulder. The older brother was standing by the bed, slowly stroking himself as he watched.
"Hey," I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "My pussy's not going to fuck itself!"
His eyes sparked, and he was between my legs in no time.
I took the teen's cock into my mouth and went to work, first seeing if I could deepthroat him, testing his length. After a few bobs of my head, I had it, enough that I could feel him hit the back of my throat as I swallowed him whole. His hands flew to my hair, and he was moaning like crazy. "Fuck yeah, you're amazing…" and then he just devolved into a chorus of desperate sounds.
His brother started slow, his cock sliding into my pussy, stretching me in the most perfect way. I was getting wetter with every inch. Then the sweet slowness vanished. He started hammering into me, hard and deep, and I was the one moaning around a mouthful of cock.
One brother fucked me into oblivion, lasting long enough to send me through multiple, shattering orgasms. And I made love to the younger brother's cock with my mouth, swallowing him deep. He didn't last long—being a teen and all—but he pumped one hell of a load down my throat. I swallowed it all with a smile. Then I felt the other cock begin to throb inside me. The older brother pulled out and painted my ass and lower back with his hot cum.
I kissed them both, passionately, before using their shower. When I came out, I dressed in silence as they watched. I said my goodbyes and was back on the road, the neon of the motel sign shrinking in my rearview mirror.
"Your apology was appreciated," I whispered to the empty car, and laughed.

Jackie - 2
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