"I bet a friend of mine a little something." He has to buy me drinks for a whole year if I let him use me for 24 hours. He said he bet I wouldn't do that after I told him I was a big slut who would try anything. I wanted to show him he was wrong, so I did. He was sure that his libido was stronger than mine and that I would give up after a few hours.

That being said, I really am a big slut when I say that.

We set the alarm at eight in the morning when we went to his house. I believe he only wanted to fuck me. This friend and I had never messed around before, and he looked really happy. He told me he'd be gentle at first (lol), and we began in his bed. In all honesty, it was pretty mild. We slept together for a while and got over how weird things were at first. He put his fingers between my legs and thought that the fact that I was wet was a win for him. He messed up here because he got ahead of himself and stuck his cock in me right away. It wasn't even eight in the evening yet!

I already knew I had a nice pussy, but this proves it even more. He was grunting so badly that I could see sweat running down his face. I could tell he was having a hard time controlling himself. I didn't have to do much. I locked my legs around his waist and rolled my hips into him. Then, boom, he came.

"What were you saying?" I made a joke. He got out of bed and laid there looking at the ceiling while he thought about his whole life again.

He told her, "You never said your cunt was that good."

"You didn't tell me I had to."

The best thing then took place. He became angry. He took his time getting better, and there's nothing I love more than being yelled at by a guy who is mad. He went to the bathroom and when he came back, he flipped me over and grabbed my hips. I felt like I owed him money when he pushed me hard and really gave it to me. Being honest, it felt really, really good. As he teased my clit, I let myself lean into it, and I got all over his cock. He pushed through and fucked into me for a little longer before spilling out.

He looked like he was done for the day, but he wanted to keep going. He laid down next to me and fingered me until I came back. He pressed his fingers into my wet pussy.

The moment I woke up, I told him, "You're not going to win."

"What do you think?"

I got up and put my arms around his hips. It took a little while longer for his poor cock to get better after it tried to jump to life.

"I understand."