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"Yes Jenny, I do want to try new things and I trust you. I'll do what you want."

She grabbed my neck and pulled me over on top of her. We kissed and hugged, she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

I belonged to Jenny

* * *

Jason and I left the Monday lecture together. I hadn't seen Jenny on Sunday nor had we exchanged any messages. I did need to concentrate a little on my course, even if it was only something to do to delay getting a job. Art history wasn't exactly something I cared for. Jason however was very much into it and kept going over some of the things we had just learned. I wasn't really listening. We made it to the end of his road before I snapped out of my daydreaming. And for once it wasn't just about sex, it was what I had agreed to.

"I take it you're coming to mine then?" Said Jason stopping. I bumped into him.

"Oh," I looked around, realising I had just been following him. "Er..."

"You can if you want." He laughed. "You've been somewhere else all day." He started towards his house again and I followed.

"Yeh sorry, just thinking about something."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Doubt it. It's a bit, er, personal." He shot me an amused quizzical look. He knew it had to do with 'the girl'. I hadn't even told him her name.

"Is it serious?" He asked.

"I don't really know."

We made it to his front door and I waited while he fished his keys from his bag. Once inside he made tea and we went straight to his room. Bags got dumped by the door, shoes left where they landed after being kicked off, and we both sat on his bed, backs against the wall. He broke the extended silence.

"So come on then Tom, what's eating you?" An interesting choice of words I thought. Jason was the only one of my friends with whom I spoke about personal stuff, and I did trust him, but this might be a step too far. He might think I was going funny or something. I made the decision to say something.

"It's really personal Jas, and a bit embarrassing. You can't laugh at me or tell anyone."

"What the hell Tom?" He flashed genuine annoyance. "When have I ever told anyone about anything? Especially the pregnancy scare." He had a point. After a drunk night I'd pulled this girl who had been trying to get me for ages. We'd fucked in the park without protection. That was the longest three months of my life. So far. Jason had been brilliant and it was true, he'd told no one.

"Yeh, I'm sorry. Okay. Um..." I took a deep breath. "When you, um, play with yourself, do you ever... you know." I made a show of parting my legs a little and prodding my jeans with my middle finger. He looked confused at first and then realisation dawned. He laughed.

"You mean do I finger my ass when I wank?"

"Yeh." Heat engulfed me.

"Ha ha, you've gone red!" Jason teased, then leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders. "Seriously though, is that it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought you'd killed someone or fucked a dog. Jesus!" He patted my shoulder. "And yes I do, all the time. Love it."

I hadn't realised I'd tensed up so much until that moment. His blasé admission deflated me and with a sigh I relaxed. Then I snorted a laugh.

"Fuck me I've been worrying about it for ages." Jason's incredulous look made me feel like an idiot.

"Why?"

"In case it made me, you know. Gay." Jason now burst out laughing and bent forward, pulling his arm away from my shoulders.

"You fucknut!"

"What? Why?"

"Being gay makes you gay you fucking titwank. Enjoying prostrate stimulation is perfectly normal, for all men." I paused while he recovered himself.

"That's not all though." He maintained his smirk but I could see he was interested.

"Go on..."

"Jenny, my girlfriend..."

"Oh girlfriend now huh? That was quick."

"Yeh, well, she wants us to have a threesome. With another guy." He nodded at me, an odd look passing across his handsome face. It was gone in a moment.

"Do it, you'll love it."

"Really? But I mean, with another guy. Naked. Together."

"Tom, I've known you many years. You are a dirtbag that has yet to fulfil your desires, god knows what they all are. Try it, go all in and see if it's for you. If not, don't do it again." He patted my thigh like a physical full stop.

"But what if I like it?"

"Do it again."

"But doesn't that mean, you know, I like guys?"

"Oh for fucks sake Tom." He bounced off the bed, frustration obvious. I knew then I was being a bit of a dick. "You're nineteen. Who gives a crap if you like men or women?"

"You wouldn't care?" He stared at me for a moment, that odd look flashed again.

"No Tom. I would not."

"I'm just, not sure. I might like it."

Jason jumped on the bed and straddled me. He gripped my face with both hands and planted an extended kiss on my lips. I froze. I was used to Jason being touchy feely, we hugged all the time, but this was excessive. Pulling away he returned to sitting beside me. He put his arm back around my shoulders and turned my face to look at him.

"Right then dickwad. Are you gay now?"

"No! 'Course not."

"There you are then. Have your threesome and enjoy it. Suck cock. Who cares." I was unsure why he seemed so annoyed. He got back off the bed and busied himself searching through his PS4 games. I frowned.

"Ever had one yourself?"

"Yep."

"Enjoy it?"

"Immensely."

"Why are you pissed at me?"

"Cause your treating this like a major disaster. It's sex, awesome sex. You are very lucky to have someone who wants to do these things. Many guys can only dream of these things. You're a twat."

"Very fucking thanks." I felt like sulking, then realised how stupid that would be. Jason was right. Of course he was right. "I'm sorry I'm such a pussy."

Jason turned and smiled at me. He returned to the bed and wrapped an arm around me, again.

"Tom, unless you want to spend all your life with a guy you are not gay even if you have sex with men. In fact, being in a relationship with a guy doesn't even make you gay. You are gay if you say you are, period. You like pussy, so if you want to label yourself, you're bi. Which annoys me because bi people have the widest selection." With a squeeze of my shoulders he returned to the console games, selected one, and fired up the PS4.

I stayed at his for the evening finally leaving at about eight. We didn't discuss it again and returned to our normal inane babble. Jason had given me a lot to think about, which is all I did while we played GTA, and on the walk home. Sat on my own bed my curiosity got the better of me and I searched online for MMF threesomes. Jason was right; they looked a lot of fun.

* * *

I returned to Jenny's on Tuesday evening. She had her own two floor apartment and forgetting for the moment the awesome sex, filthy acts, and hot girlfriend, having a place away from my parents and sister was great. I could relax properly. Jenny had this rule that if it was warm enough, and we were alone, then we had to wear only underwear. I thought this was unfair as my nipples were on show while hers were not, and after a hot and sweaty bout of normal vaginal sex, this was the discussion. It was difficult to concentrate because she sat there in a pair of tiny black and white cotton panties and a tight crop top that squashed her B-cup breasts. This only heightened her erect nipples. She knew this of course. The discussion had gone on for several minutes when she decided to break the stalemate.

"Okay, I have a deal for you." A naughty smirk plastered across her face. She twirled her long brown hair with a finger.

"I'm listening..."

"I'll go topless if you wear a pair of my panties."

"Ha! No Way!" My cock twitched.

"Go on, it's just us."

"I'm not wearing your panties babe. I'm not a sissy."

"Oh Tommy it doesn't mean you're a sissy. I'm not asking you to wear stockings and a skirt. Just panties. I like cute guys in panties."

"No." Despite my denial, I did begin to wonder what it felt like. Just a little innocent curiosity. "Since when do you like guys in panties?"

"Since ever hot cock. I've got loads of pictures in my porn collection." She smirked. "It makes cute guys cuter."

"You have a porn collection?" I asked, disbelief quite evident in my tone.

"Of course." She responded in a matter of fact tone, as though I were the idiot for questioning this state of affairs. "Every self-respecting cock slut has a porn collection." I was astonished. For some reason I never considered girls having porn collections. I thought they were all about the mental fantasy, not the visual.

"Can I see?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"You'll run a mile baby." She looked like she now regretted mentioning it.

"I promise I won't."

"No." That was final. We'll see. "Now stop changing the subject. Wear my panties and look cute for me." I grinned. Got her.

"I will with two conditions." She raised her eyebrows while I continued counting them off on my fingers. "One; you are naked the whole time I have them on, and two; you show me your porn collection. Unrestricted." She remained silent and I knew she was considering it. I'd see how much she wanted me to wear her underwear now.

"I get to choose the panties." She said at last.

"Done." I'd got access to her porn collection. I won.

She ran from the room and returned carrying something small and pink. She stretched them out for me to see. My smugness at winning dissipated. She held out a pair of what she called 'boy shorts', boxer short like panties but much smaller. They were pink cotton with a wide white waistband on which was printed small pink hearts. Over the groin in script style white font they said 'lil princess'. I had to admit they looked cute, on her. I couldn't see how they would look good on me with my sizable bulge and yet I was getting several twinges from my cock. And my mild curiosity at how it would feel was still present. I sighed, stood and removed my black boxers. My dick was already at half-mast, which of course she noticed.

"Oh, I think someone might be hiding a fetish." I made an unamused face at her, snatched the underwear, and pulled them on. They were strangely comfortable. The realisation hit me like a train and I just stood there while Jenny walked a circle around me. It was clear her appraisal was positive.

"Mmmmm baby. You are fucking cute." She pulled her top off and thrust her own panties down over her knees, letting them drop the rest of the way. She grinned at me and held her arms out presenting herself. "There."

My dick continued to stiffen and I rearranged myself, pointing it to my left hip and tucking it in. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, positioning me in front of her wall mirror.

"Check yourself out cutie pie." I did. I looked odd and yet somehow, sweet. Sexy in an innocent, forbidden kind of way. I turned and saw them covering only half my ass cheeks, the lower half available to be slapped. It's why I liked this kind of underwear on girls. I caught myself enjoying them moment. Stop it you stupid fuck. I told myself, then stared at Jenny.

"Well?" I prompted. She stared at me in confusion. "Porn?"

She folded hers across her breasts as though to challenge me, so I hooked my thumbs into the panties and started pushing them down.

"Okay, okay." She held her hands up and fetched her laptop. I stood there while she started it, typed in her password, and located the folder. She threw it on the bed and I could tell she was angry. "There. Enjoy. I'm going for a shower and I hope you're still here when I get back."

What? Surely it couldn't be that bad could it? I sat down resting against the wall, pulling my knees up and resting it there. Her collection was huge. I was gobsmacked. Folder after folder, all catalogued into different subjects or sex acts; Anal, boys in panties, men fucking girls, men fucking guys, one girl and two or more guys, oral (both gay and straight), solo men, it went on and on. The lesbians folder was a bit bare, just twenty or so pictures and two movie clips, which of course I watched. The gang fuck folder was split into three, a girl taking it and a guy taking it, but by far the fullest folder was girl and guy taking it from a big group. There were over a thousand pictures and videos. I watched a few and my hardness started throbbing. One showed a girl and a guy in the 69 position, her on top, while a large group of men took it in turns to fuck them in the ass. Another had the guy sat in a chair watching his wife get spit roasted. As they both ejaculated on her face she looked over at the guy and told him to lick it off before it was his go.

I couldn't believe what she was into. Then, once I'd thought about it, about her original advert that attracted me, what we had done since, I did believe it. I was now confused about what made me contact her. Was it her hot body or the possibility of bi sex? It must have been her body, surely? I'd never thought about guys in my life. Now here I was rock hard to what was essentially gay porn.

Like a driver can't help rubber necking an accident I continued to trawl through. A pissing folder had mainly videos of boys and girls getting covered in, and drinking piss while a large bukkake folder showed both women and young men covered in cum. One video showed a Japanese boy receive 100 cum shots, I know this because it had a counter. Another folder showed insertions, all sorts of things pushed into pussies and asses including; candles (lit), vegetables, dildos, Coke bottles, broom handles, even a lava lamp. A bondage folder included bound boys and girls, either being whipped or otherwise beaten, or fucked. Candle wax dripping and nipple clamps seemed to be another favourite. Collared boys was a huge collection. Some had plastic contraptions on their cocks but all had one thing in common; the woman was making them do gay stuff. She had a folder containing pictures of girls with cocks. Not just lady boys, really convincing girls with big dicks.

The final two folders, xx my guys and xxx my baby, contained images of amateur guys and all the pics I had sent her. I presumed the other guys were previous conquests which a random selection confirmed. One seemed familiar somehow and I assumed I'd seen him online, but I couldn't place it. I found a series which showed her being nailed in all three holes at once, and someone else was taking the pictures. And a video. I played it. She straddled a guy laying on this very bed, his cock in her pussy, another behind her pounding her ass and her sucking on a third standing on the bed in front of her. She took the dick out of her mouth only to scream in either pleasure or pain, beg for more, and gobble down on it again. Other pictures showed men wearing her underwear or getting fucked by her with a strapon.

I had a disgusting cock hungry whore for a girlfriend. I was so turned on I could feel and see the pre-cum wetting the panties. My cock throbbed and my ass tingled. I ran for the bathroom, both angry and in a state of incredible horniness, like a drug high. My heart thumped and my cock throbbed. All my fantasies flashed through my mind at once and became mingled with the porn pictures. Me on the floor servicing a guy. Jenny with a real dick up my ass, me licking a girls' pussy while fucking Jenny. Her drinking my piss. I was panting by the time I reached the top of the stairs and lost in a cocktail of aggression and enormous arousal I burst through the door.

She had a walk in shower and she didn't even look up as I stomped into the cubicle. She turned and I slapped her face sending her head flying around. I grabbed and handful of hair and hooked my foot behind her knee, yanking it forward. She fell to one knee and I used her hair to force her face to the ground. With my spare hand I hooked the panties under my balls, moved around behind her, and forced my cock up her asshole. She cried out and I didn't care if it was in pain. I pounded her, slamming home as hard as I could, ignoring my own initial pain because of a lack of lubrication. She struggled for a bit under me but I gripped her neck and held tight, pulling her head back with her hair. She stopped struggling and wailed, then grunted.

"Like fucking cock do you slut?" I shouted, ramming home with such force we jumped across the tiled floor. "Do you, you fucking dirty cunt?"

"Yes!" She screamed.

"Fucking say it! You're a nasty fucking whore!"

"I'm a nasty fucking whore!"

"A fucking cock starved slut cunt!"

"Yes... yes... I'm a cock starved slut cunt! FUCK ME!"

I slammed and pounded, the water pouring over my head on onto her back. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere I let go of her neck and hair and gripped her hips.

"Wanna make me a fucking cock slut too don't you? DON'T YOU?"

"YES! Yes I do!" My hips slapped into her ass and I watched those pert cheeks wobble every time I drilled home.

I couldn't last long. This was the worst and hottest thing I'd ever done. Rape crossed my mind but I couldn't stop. I was building fast.

"Admit it, you want to make me love cock? SAY IT!"

"I do! Uh...uh... yes... I..uh... admit it. Aaaahhhh! Oh, oh , oh. FUCK, FUCK! AHHHHHHH!"

I came, firing powerful jets of spunk into her ass. Five, six, seven thrusts decreasing in severity, and with every one my realisation at what I had done increased. The high of orgasm fast turned into guilt and shame. Panting I slipped out of her ass and sat back against the wall, the hot water pouring into my lap. Jenny collapsed face down on the tiled floor. I wanted to cry and beg her forgiveness. I was a complete shit. A real nasty fuck. I'd go to prison, I knew I had done wrong and I deserved it. I was about to say something when she rolled over, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She looked drunk.

"That. Was. Awesome!" She scrabbled across the slippery floor and buried her head in my groin, sucking my flaccid penis into her mouth and sucking it.

"W...what?" I pushed her head away. "You liked it? But I basically raped you. I'm so sorry. I'm..."

"Fuck off Tommy. That was an awesome ass fuck." She stood and switched off the shower. "Not the longest of course."

"You... I... what? You came?"

"Yeh, didn't you feel me spray?" I hadn't. I guess the hot water masked that.

"I'm sorry Jenny." She offered me a hand and helped me stand. Then she slapped me hard leaving a red and stinging cheek.

"Don't ever apologise for fucking your fuck toy." Then she kissed where she slapped, grabbed a towel, and started to dry herself. "Holy shit my legs are shaking!"

I remained leaning against the wall watching her. Did she really enjoy that? Was she pretending because she was afraid and would report me when I left? My eyes were staring at her breasts but my mind was whirling with doubts and shame. It was when she started drying me that I realised I was in a trance, but it didn't stop. I couldn't get the fact out of my mind that I had raped Jenny.

"Take the panties off baby, we'll get some dry ones." I complied without question. She finished drying me and led me to the bedroom, taking care to help me downstairs. Once there she picked a pair of yellow and blue girl briefs and helped me into them.

"What was it that angered you?" She asked. When I didn't respond she grabbed my chin and lifted my head. "The porn Tommy. What was it that angered you?"

"I deserve to be punished. I'm so sorry Jenny." I couldn't stop. I had never attacked a girl in my life. I wasn't even that sort of person. Violent porn had never turned me on. I did deserve to be punished somehow. Holding my face she tried to get me to look at her but my vision was misty. She nodded.