The Group Chat
A Fictional Story by CamWhore1.
I hadn’t planned on going home with anyone. But three months of single life, three months of unsatisfying vibrator sessions trying to chase something I’d never quite found with Rodney… I was ready for something real.
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His bedroom was small, but I barely noticed. What I noticed was the way he kissed me—deep, demanding, nothing like Rodney’s tentative pecks. Luke kissed like he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was me.
“Take this off,” he murmured against my mouth, tugging at my dress.
I pulled it over my head and stood there in my bra and panties, suddenly aware of how wet I’d already gotten just from kissing. My nipples strained against the thin fabric.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Luke’s eyes raked over me, and I felt beautiful in a way Rodney had never made me feel. With Rodney, sex had always felt like he was doing me a favor. Like I should be grateful he was willing to fuck me at all.
Luke unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, then bent to take one nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled hot and wet around the peak while his hand found my other breast, squeezing gently. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He switched sides, giving my other nipple the same attention, and I felt moisture pooling between my thighs. When he finally pulled back, I reached for his shirt, desperate to see him.
He was fit—lean muscle, a light dusting of hair across his chest, a trail leading down into his jeans. I ran my hands over his abs, feeling them flex under my touch.
“Your turn,” he said, hooking his thumbs into my panties and dragging them down. I stepped out of them, now completely naked in front of him. “Get on the bed.”
I did, settling back against the pillows as he undid his belt. The metallic sound made my pussy clench in anticipation. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down together, and—
Oh.
His cock sprang free, hard and thick and long. Not just long—nine inches of solid, gorgeous cock, with a slight upward curve and a head that was already glistening with precum.
“Holy shit,” I said before I could stop myself.
Luke grinned. “Like what you see?”
“I—” I swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
He stroked himself once, slowly, letting me look my fill. “Come here and show me how much.”
I crawled to the edge of the bed and took him in my hand. My fingers didn’t quite touch around his girth. He was hot and hard, pulsing slightly in my grip. I leaned forward and licked a stripe up the underside, from base to tip, tasting salt and skin.
Luke groaned and buried his hand in my hair—not pushing, just holding. “That’s it. Good girl.”
I took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge, and he made a sound that shot straight to my clit. I’d never enjoyed giving head with Rodney. His three inches had barely reached past my lips, and he’d always come within thirty seconds, leaving me unsatisfied and vaguely embarrassed for both of us.
But this—this was different. I could actually feel Luke in my mouth, could feel him stretching my lips, could take him deeper and deeper and still have more to go. I bobbed my head, taking as much as I could, using my hand on what I couldn’t reach.
“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” Luke said, his voice strained. “But I need to be inside you. Now.”
He pulled back, and I let him slip from my lips with a wet pop. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on quickly, then pushed me back against the pillows.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I did, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. He settled between my thighs, and I felt the head of his cock notch at my entrance.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it. Please.”
He pushed forward, and I felt myself stretching around him—really stretching, a slight burn that made it clear just how much bigger he was than anyone I’d had before. Rodney’s three inches had barely made me feel anything. Luke’s nine inches made me feel everything.
“Oh god,” I moaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressed against mine.
“You okay?” He held still, watching my face.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a steady rhythm that had me gasping. Each stroke hit spots inside me I hadn’t known existed, and I could already feel something building—something I’d chased for eight months with Rodney and never once caught.
“You’re so tight,” Luke groaned. “So wet. You feel incredible.”
“Faster,” I begged. “Please, faster.”
He complied, driving into me with more force, and the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he shifted angles slightly so that every thrust dragged against my clit.
That was all it took.
My orgasm crashed through me without warning, my pussy clenching around him as I cried out. Stars burst behind my eyelids and my whole body shook.
“That’s it,” Luke said, still moving through my contractions. “Come for me. I want to feel you come again.”
“I can’t—” I gasped. “I’ve never—”
“You can.” He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, then entered me from behind in one smooth stroke.
Doggy.
The position let him go even deeper, and I felt the head of his cock hitting my cervix with each thrust. Not painfully—just intensely, a sensation I’d never experienced with Rodney’s tiny dick barely reaching past my entrance.
Luke’s hands gripped my hips as he fucked me, his pace relentless now. I was moaning continuously, sounds I didn’t even recognize as my own.
Then I felt his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look to the side.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
I did—and saw his phone in his other hand, the camera pointed right at my face, at my body being fucked from behind.
“Luke—”
“Look at the camera,” he said, still pounding into me. “Let me see that pleasure on your face.”
I should have stopped him. Should have told him to turn it off. But his cock was hitting something incredible inside me, and another orgasm was building, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel—
“Say my name.”
“Luke,” I moaned. “Oh god, Luke—”
“Louder.”
“LUKE!” I screamed as my second orgasm hit, even harder than the first.
He fucked me through it, then through a third that had me sobbing into the pillow, before he finally buried himself deep and came with a groan.
—
We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard. His cum leaked out of me around the condom when he pulled out, and I felt deliciously used in a way I never had with Rodney.
Then I remembered the phone.
“You videoed us,” I said, not quite an accusation.
Luke tossed the phone onto the nightstand and pulled me against his side. “Yeah. Sorry, should have asked first. You were just so fucking hot, I wanted to capture it.”
I considered being angry, but… I wasn’t. Not really. “Did you post it somewhere?”
“Sent it to the boys’ group chat.”
I sat up, staring at him. “The group chat? With—with Rodney in it?”
Luke grinned, unrepentant. “Yeah. Six guys, all friends from college. Rodney’s in there too.”
“And you sent them a video of us fucking?”
“I sent them a video of you enjoying yourself. Something Rodney never managed, from what I hear.”
I felt a thrill run through me—vindication, maybe. Or revenge. “Can I see what you posted?”
Luke handed me the phone. The video was saved in the chat, along with his caption: “Did you ever hear her moan like this, Rodney?”
I watched the video. Watched my face contorted in pleasure, heard myself screaming Luke’s name. Watched the way my body moved with each thrust, clearly loving every second of it.
The comments were already rolling in.
From a guy named Chad: “Your girl looks happy 😂”
From someone named Ben: “You just gonna take that, Rodney?”
From Tyler: “Damn Nancy, didn’t know you had that in you”
From Connor: “Luke’s destroying that 😂😂😂”
And then Rodney’s response, pathetic and clearly defensive: “Trust me, she was like that every night with me. I fucked her good!”
I stared at the screen, heat rising in my chest. Eight months. Eight months of unsatisfying sex, of pretending to enjoy it, of never once coming on his pathetic three-inch dick. And he dared to claim he’d made me moan?
“Give me the phone,” I said.
Luke raised an eyebrow but handed it over.
I opened the camera and positioned myself—still naked, still dripping with Luke’s cum, my hair a mess and my pussy visible between my slightly spread thighs. I made the small dick sign with my hand—thumb and forefinger close together, pinky extended—and snapped a photo.
Then I typed: “I don’t think you made me moan once with your babydick.”
I hit send before I could second-guess myself.
The responses were immediate.
Chad: “WAIT”
Ben: “BABYDICK??”
Tyler: “Rodney bro you gotta respond to this”
Connor: “How small we talking?”
A guy named Ryan: “Nancy just ended you 😂😂😂”
Another named Austin: “Post proof or it didn’t happen”
I laughed, handing the phone back to Luke. “They didn’t know?”
“About his three inches? Nah. He’s always talked a big game. I figured something was up when you two were together, though. You never looked satisfied.”
“I wasn’t,” I said flatly. “Not once. He’d stick it in, pump a few times, and cum. I spent eight months faking it and using my vibrator after he fell asleep.”
Luke winced. “That’s rough.”
“It was miserable. I thought something was wrong with me for a while. That maybe I just couldn’t orgasm from sex.” I gestured at my still-sensitive pussy. “Turns out I just needed an actual cock.”
The phone kept buzzing with notifications. Luke scrolled through, reading some of them out loud.
“Rodney says: ‘She’s lying, I’m totally average. Nancy is just being a bitter ex.'”
“Average,” I scoffed. “Three inches hard is not average. And soft? It’s basically an innie. Like a little mushroom poking out of a bush.”
Luke snorted. “An innie. That’s brutal.”
“Want to know the worst part? He refused to go down on me. Said he didn’t like the taste. But he expected me to suck his little thing constantly.”
“Jesus.” Luke shook his head. “How did you last eight months?”
“I don’t know. Stupidity, maybe. Hope that it would get better.” I stretched, feeling pleasantly sore. “It never did.”
The phone buzzed again. Luke glanced at it and started laughing.
“What?”
“Rodney’s trying to claim you’re exaggerating. So Ben asked him to post a dick pic as proof.”
“And?”
“Rodney’s gone very quiet.”
I grinned. “Yeah, he’s not posting that. Three inches would end him completely.”
“Want to see what everyone’s saying now?”
I scooted closer to look at the screen. The group chat had exploded.
Tyler: “Rodney, if you don’t post proof, we’re all gonna assume Nancy is telling the truth”
Ryan: “Babydick Rodney has a ring to it 😂”
Austin: “Can’t believe you let this girl go, bro. She’s clearly a freak, and Luke’s the one benefiting”
Connor: “Post the D or take the L”
Chad: “He’s not posting it. Nancy definitely wasn’t moaning for him 🤣”
Ben: “Rodney, you still there? Or you crying in a corner somewhere?”
I watched Rodney’s typing indicator appear and disappear several times. Finally:
Rodney: “You guys are assholes. Nancy, you’re a fucking liar. I made you cum plenty.”
I grabbed the phone from Luke and typed: “Name one time. One specific time I came on your dick. I’ll wait.”
The chat went quiet for a moment. Then:
Tyler: “Damn. She’s not playing around.”
Ryan: “Rodney’s cooked. Fully cooked.”
Ben: “Bro, just admit it. We won’t judge. Much.”
Rodney: “Fuck all of you. Especially you, Nancy. You were a terrible lay anyway.”
I laughed out loud. “A terrible lay? Because I didn’t react to his three-inch pity poke?”
Luke was grinning. “This is the best entertainment I’ve had in months.”
I typed again: “Rodney, baby, I came three times in twenty minutes on Luke’s cock. You couldn’t make me cum once in eight months. Maybe the problem wasn’t me.”
The responses were brutal.
Chad: “THREE TIMES??”
Connor: “Luke, you animal”
Austin: “Rodney, I think it’s time to accept your fate”
Ben: “The babydick allegations are confirmed by lack of denial”
Tyler: “Should’ve gone down on her bro. Might’ve saved you”
Ryan: “Nancy coming for blood and I’m here for it”
I handed the phone back to Luke, feeling lighter than I had in months. “That was incredibly satisfying.”
“Feeling better?”
“Much.” I stretched again, my body still humming from the orgasms. “Though I might need another round to really drive the point home.”
Luke’s eyes darkened with renewed interest. “I think that can be arranged.”
His phone buzzed one more time. He glanced at it and smirked.
“What?” I asked.
“Rodney left the group chat.”
“Did he?”
“Yep. And Ben changed the group name to ‘Rodney’s Babydick Support Group.'”
I burst out laughing, the sound genuine and free. “Oh god. That’s terrible.”
“It’s perfect.” Luke set the phone aside and pulled me toward him. “Now, where were we?”
I straddled his hips, feeling his cock hardening beneath me. “I believe you were about to make me cum again.”
“That was the plan.”
I reached down and positioned him at my entrance, then sank down slowly, savoring every inch. Nine glorious inches that reached places Rodney’s sad little three-inch nub had never touched.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“That’s it,” Luke said, hands settling on my hips. “Ride me. Show me what you couldn’t show Rodney.”
I moved, rolling my hips, finding the angle that made sparks shoot through my body. Above him, in control, taking my pleasure for once—I finally understood what sex was supposed to feel like.
And somewhere out there, Rodney was staring at his phone, knowing that every one of his friends had seen the truth: that his babydick had never made me moan, never made me cum, never made me feel anything but disappointed.
Good, I thought, as another orgasm began to build. Let him know exactly what he lost.
The End.
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