Spanked and Stretched: Ava’s Party Betrayal

Hey, I’m Lucas, and today I’m sharing a story about my girlfriend, Ava, and the night she got wild with one of her friends at a house party for a birthday.

It all went down a few months ago. Ava told me she wanted to go to this big party with her crew – friends from college, some guys, some girls. I was cool with it and told her to have a good time.

On the night of the party, she picked out a skintight, emerald-green dress that clung to her body like a second skin. It was short, barely covering her thighs, accentuating her long legs, and the plunging V-neck showed off her full breasts, practically spilling out. She looked like she was ready to turn heads.

When it was time to leave, I drove her to the place-a massive house in the suburbs. I kissed her goodbye and watched her strut toward the front door. As the dress shifted, I caught a glimpse of the tiny black thong she had on underneath. My girl was dressed to kill, and something about it gave me a weird vibe.

The house was packed, music thumping, and I knew it’d be a chaotic night. Call it a hunch, but I decided to hang around nearby, planning to slip in later when the party was in full swing and people were too drunk to notice.

A couple of hours later, Ava texted me, all bubbly, saying the party was “so much fun” and she was having a blast. Figuring most of the guests were probably tipsy by now, I made my move. I pulled on a hoodie, popped a baseball cap on low, and slipped inside. The place was a maze of bodies-nobody cared about a random guy walking in, so I blended right into the chaos.

The living room was a scene: some people were grinding on the makeshift dance floor, others playing a rowdy game of spin the bottle in a corner. I scanned the crowd but couldn’t spot Ava anywhere.

I wandered through the house, weaving past drunk couples and loud conversations. Eventually, I caught sight of her stepping out of a bathroom, her cheeks flushed, laughing as she joined the spin-the-bottle crew. The game was heated – dares were flying, people making out on the spot or disappearing into rooms for “private challenges” that lasted way too long.

The bottle spun and pointed at Ava, then landed on the birthday guy, a dude named Mason. He grinned and dared her to go upstairs with him to a bedroom. My stomach dropped when Ava, giggling, said yes. As they stood, Mason slid his hand over her ass, squeezing it blatantly, and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. The group hooted, chanting for them to “take it upstairs.” I was near the staircase leading to the second floor and had to duck into a hallway to avoid Ava spotting me.

Heart pounding, I slipped into a random bedroom and found a walk-in closet with slatted doors, giving me a perfect view of the room. I squeezed inside, barely breathing, and – of course – they walked in, Mason shutting the door behind them.

They didn’t waste time. Mason pulled Ava close, their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed her body, and he growled, ” – You’re such a dirty little tease, cheating like this – .” Ava moaned softly, pressing herself tighter against him, clearly turned on by his words. Her hands tugged at his shirt, and the air in the room felt electric.

They kissed for what felt like forever, tongues tangling, hands exploring. Ava climbed onto his lap as they sank onto the bed, straddling him. Mason’s hands slid under her dress, gripping her ass cheeks firmly, and he delivered a sharp spank that echoed in the room. Ava gasped, her moan low and needy. He spanked her again, harder, and I could see her body tremble with each smack, her thong barely covering anything as the dress rode up.

Mason’s fingers traced the edge of her thong, teasing her skin before he yanked the dress up to her waist, exposing her completely. The black fabric of her thong was visibly soaked, clinging to her. He hooked a finger under it, pulling it aside, and started rubbing her slowly, his fingers circling her clit before dipping inside her. Ava’s head tipped back, her moans growing louder, her hips rocking against his hand. He kept spanking her, each hit making her ass jiggle, the skin turning pink under his palm.

I was frozen, torn between shock and something else I didn’t want to admit. Part of me wanted to stop it, but I couldn’t move. After a while, Ava slid off him, standing like she might leave, but Mason wasn’t having it. ” – You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had all of you – ,” he said, grabbing her hair and pulling her back to the bed. He pushed her face-down, and Ava didn’t resist-she arched her back, practically begging for it.

Mason positioned himself behind her, hiking her dress up further and tugging her thong to the side. He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock-thick, veined, and easily twice the size of mine. Ava, still catching her breath, murmured, ” – Please, use a condom – .” He smirked, saying, ” – Already on, baby – ,” but I could see he was lying, his bare cock glistening with precum. Ava, too caught up, didn’t check.