It's your anniversary with your girlfriend, and you decide to make it special for her. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, both of you dressed to the nines. You reminisce about all the good times you had together, drinking enough wine to get a little tipsy, but still make your way home safely. As soon as the door closes, you are on each other, kissing, groping, moaning. You shuffle her to the bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off. You let her push you down and climb on top of you, her body soft and deliciously warm on top of yours. You wrap your arms and legs around her, holding her close, feeling her curves meld with your own, an exquisite friction giving way to sweaty slick fun.

And that's when I come in, your chubby, creepy neighbor. You should have gotten any other man to participate in this surprise threesome, but on such short notice, I was the only one who agreed. You might not like me much, but your girlfriend hates me. I always stare at her when she goes jogging around the block. She once caught me jerking off in the bushes between our backyards, watching her sunbathing in a sexy bikini. Needless to say, we don't get along. But you have long suspected your gold star lesbian girlfriend was actually bi, she just needed to explore her sexuality a bit.

I walk silently into the bedroom, naked and erect. Your girlfriend's pussy is wet from all the foreplay and cuddling, and I waste no time in grabbing her hips and thrusting into her, hilting in one stroke. She yelps in surprise and alarm, turning her head to look behind her. She glares at me, struggling to get up while threatening to call the police on me. But you don't let her. She slowly turns to you, horror and confusion setting in as you hold down while I rape her. You can feel my every thrust jolt through her body, hear every slapping sound as I slam my hips into her.

She begs you to let her go, to stop this. But you can't, not until she has the full experience of getting fucked by a man. You tell her it's for her own good, but she doesn't seem to understand what you're saying. Her tears fall into your face as I pound her pussy with animalistic grunts. My hands wander, grabbing her ass, groping her tits, squeezing your own tits while I'm in the area. That wasn't the deal. I had agreed not to touch you, since you were absolutely sure you are 100% a lesbian. But in the heat of the moment, you let it slide. It still makes you uncomfortable, but you're letting me rape your girlfriend, and some part of you feels you deserve to be taken advantage of too.

You feel vindicated when you feel your girlfriend start to shudder and writhe as she cums on my cock. You always knew she would love it. But you know what's next, the part I insisted on when agreeing to this whole trainwreck. I thrust as deep as I can and start spurting cum into your girlfriend's raw pussy. You're pretty sure it's a safe day for her, right? Right. But I'm not done. I pull out of her in the middle of my orgasm and thrust my twitching, surging cock into your own pussy to fire off the last few rounds of cum. You freeze, gut churning at the violation, still shocked and confused at what happened. You feel me soften inside you, your girlfriend collapsed and crying on top of you. You begin to realize that you made a huge mistake, but it's too late now. A quiet, suppressed part of you thinks that if you were going to get a creampie anyways, you would have wanted to see what it was like to get fucked by a man. An even more quiet part of you starts thinking of how soon you can make that happen.