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My name is Jason. I met my girlfriend, Donna, almost six years
ago while in
college and was immediately hers. Although Donna is indisputably beautiful
at
5 foot 7 inches, 115 pounds, with ashen-blond hair reaching to just
below her
shoulders, a sincere face, a narrow waist, and full C breasts, her caring
personality is
the charm that renders her irresistible. Nonetheless, on my 21st birthday
we
had been
exclusive for almost two years and I was still unready to say the word
"forever" so I suggested we see other people. At the time,
I enjoyed general
success
with women and hoped a less committed relationship would let me "have
my cake
and
eat it too." Was I wrong.
Tearfully, Donna agreed to the suggestion but insisted on some
ground rules.
First, each of us would be required to describe in detail our sexual
relations with others. Second, each of us would use a condom if we had
intercourse with another partner whether or not a different method of
birth
control was being used (Donna has been on the pill since soon after
we met).
Third, neither of us would be permitted to date anyone in our common
circle
of friends. Finding her conditions reasonable, I eagerly agreed.
For several months, I casually dated other women. Usually,
these
relationships amounted to little more than a few encounters with some
kissing
or petting. Although I always told Donna who I was seeing and when,
we
rarely discussed the details and Donna seemed happy not knowing. In
any
case, I was having fun dipping my fingers into a wide assortment of
cunts and
sometimes even getting my cock sucked. What's that corny saying? "Variety's
the spice of life" . . . I sure thought so.
Donna was less pleased with the status quo. Though she was
constantly
pursued by other men, she rarely dated and when she did, it seemed to
be as
"just friends." Even better, I made sure to fuck her pussy
until it was good
and sore just before any of her dates. Sometimes I would show up at
her
apartment only a half hour before her date was expected to arrive and
interrupt her dressing, putting on her make-up, etc. by jamming my stiff
cock
into her unready pussy. It was wonderful! I'd stand behind her, pull
her
skirt or dress up to her waist, and bend her over the bed or couch before
lubing my cock with saliva and penetrating her. She'd quickly be fucking
back while I pounded hard and fast; we both came harder during those
sessions
than during normal love-making. When her date arrived, she would practically
run out the door hoping to escape before he noticed her mottled, flush
skin
or the sex-smell filling the apartment. While she was out, I would hang
with
the boys or maybe go on a date of my own knowing that my semen was trickling
from her damp pussy while she sat making small talk with some schmuck.
Somehow or another, we managed to keep our relationship open
for more than a
year before encountering a serious problem. Donna began to date a close
friend of mine, Anthony, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Well,
I
guess I thought it sucked but wasn't sure if I could persuade Donna
to drop
Anthony without sacrificing my own freedom.
On their first date, Anthony took Donna to the movies. I was
waiting for
Donna when she returned and challenged: "not in our circle of friends,
huh?"
She giggled, "Oh, come on, you know Anthony's intentions
are completely
innocent. We're just friends. We didn't do anything, not even a 'good
night' kiss. Besides, when we agreed that we wouldn't date our mutual
friends, I was talking about real dates. I'm not dating Anthony, I just
go
out with him to pass the time while you're out chasing high school floozies."
What could I say? I had anticipated this response but didn't
know how to
handle it. "If you say it's 'just friends', I believe you, but
I want you to
promise that Anthony knows it's 'just friends.'"
She countered playfully, "of course he knows; he's your
best friend isn't he?
You're being silly." With that she pulled her turtleneck over her
head
exposing the silk bra which smothered her round breasts. "Let's
go to bed,"
she suggested and walked into the bedroom. Noticing that her maroon
nipples
were standing erect, I followed, teasing "Yeah, alright, but that
better be
from the chill outside."
After a month or so of very limited dating, Donna seemed to
lose interest in
Anthony and started spending more time with her girlfriends, Stacey
and
Karen. On nights when the ladies hit the bars, I would hang with my
male
friends or play with some cute underclass toy. On these evenings, Donna
would come in sometime after one o'clock, feeling four or five draft
beers,
and teasingly demand that I eat her pussy. Usually, I was feeling my
own
buzz and would, with half-closed eyes, listen to her gab as she walked
round
the
bed peeling-off and discarding her clothes on the floor. Though we
eventually fell into a pattern where she would immediately climb onto
my face
and use my mouth to please her already sloppy cunt, I was surprised
the first
time she behaved so demandingly.
Though Donna was a good lover, she had never been particularly
aggressive and
preferred fucking to oral sex. She disliked giving head and felt
uncomfortable receiving because of the unspoken pressure to reciprocate.
Given this history, her new demands caught me off-guard and I asked
for an
explanation.
Straddling my chest while dragging her fingers through her
noticeably wet
pussy, she explained that sexual subjects had dominated the conversation
that
evening and went on to describe in detail some of the fantasies she,
Stacey,
and Karen had shared. As she finished her story, she said, "Anyway,
I know
you've been using your tongue to impress those freshmen and sophomore
bimbos
who spread their legs for you, its about time you started impressing
me,
too." With that, she used her strong legs to pin my arms against
me chest
and sides and forced her gooey box onto my face and into my mouth. "Hold
my
pussy open," she commanded, "I want your mouth to be completely
filled with
my sticky juice."
Conceding, I slurped my tongue through the pink folds and tangled
hair noticing that she was wetter and tangier than ever before. After
coming, she slid down next to me commenting that I should get used to
this
new routine. My cock was rock solid by now, and figuring that I was
about to
get mine, I started to mount her. Before I could get my cock inside
her,
however, she'd clamped shut her legs mumbling something about having
my turn
later.
During the next month or so, Donna went out with Stacy and
Karen on a regular
basis and repeated her demands each evening when she got home. Throughout
this period, I didn't get my cock into her a single time and had accustomed
myself to masturbating when she tired of riding my face. It may be hard
to
believe, but I didn't mind too much; I had never seen her strong side
and
kind of liked the idea of my girlfriend being a bit of a dominatrix.
Maybe six weeks after Donna's liberation, I was blindsided
by news of just
how liberated she had become. While having beers with three friends,
someone, I think Jerry, observed that Anthony was conspicuously absent.
The
comment seemed directed at me and I asked whether Anthony planned on
stopping
by later. My question triggered some uncomfortable chuckling around
the room
and Tim, another friend, suggested I ask Donna.
Well, I knew what this was about. I explained, "Look guys,
Anthony and
Donna dated a little but that was a couple of months ago and I know
exactly
what happened -- nothing!" I continued, "Donna tells me everything
and asked
for approval before seeing him. I wanted to see other women so I said
'OK.'
You all may be hypocrites but I'm not, and if I was going to date around,
how
could I ask her not to?"
"Nothing? That's not what we heard," Tim countered,
"Anthony says he's been
plugging her with his fat cock two or three times a week for over a
month."
Laughing, Matt added, "I've seen Anthony's cock; if he's putting
that thing
into her on a regular basis she'll be ruined for mere mortals."
Tim
finished, "I'd bet he's banging her right now."
I didn't know what to say. "You're full of shit,"
I challenged, only half
believing my own words. A sickening feeling was growing in my gut. "She's
out with Stacey and Karen. The three of them may spend a lot of time
talking
about sex, but they aren't fucking anybody."
Tim said, "Look, I'm just playing devil's advocate, but
Stacey told me she
was staying-in tonight. Why don't we give her a call and see?"
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What the hell? If I was
right and Donna was being truthful it would shut them up; if I was wrong
. .
. well, I needed to find out sooner or later.
Jerry dialed Stacey's number and clicked on the speaker phone. The room
was
hush as we listened to the electronic rings on the other end of the
line.
On the third ring, Stacey picked up, "Hello?".
"Hi, Stacey. This is Tim. What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. I thought I might study."
"Yeah, right. Some of us were thinking about grabbing
some beers at Peanut's
and thought we might persuade you to join us?"
Except for her agreement, I didn't really hear the rest of
the conversation.
When Tim hung up, no one spoke at first. After a minute, Tim said, "Well,
you heard her guys, we've gotta meet Stacey at Peanut's in a half-hour."
As
the group filed out of Jerry's apartment, Matt joked, "Hey Jason,
better buy
one of those vacuum pumps for your dick or start looking for a new
girlfriend."
I declined the invitation to get into it with him and started
for Anthony's.
As I left, Tim was serious for a minute, "Don't do anything crazy."
Not sure of my next step, I walked towards the liquor store
thinking that
whatever I ended up doing, another six-pack would make it easier.
Beer in hand, I considered my options. First, Tim was right
- I shouldn't do
anything crazy. Maybe, the whole thing was innocent. So Donna wasn't
with
Stacey; she could have a million explanations besides, "I was fucking
Anthony." In any case, the possibility that Donna was banging one
of my
close friends made me sick and I had to find out. Had she ever gone
out with
Stacey and Karen, or had she been fucking Anthony for the past month
as Jerry
said? The timing seemed right. I headed for Anthony's.
Anthony lived in an old apartment building which seemed to
permanently smell
of blackened fish; on the way up the elevator, my thoughts wavered between
cajun food and the sound of Donna moaning as her pussy stretched to
take
Anthony's hard dick.
Apartment 713. I knocked on the wooden door still unsure of
my plan. An old
Genesis tune slid through the cracks surrounding the door; he was home.
Finally, the bolt turned and the door swung inward.
Anthony stood there for a second, his hair wet and a blue bath
towel around
his waist. Seemingly unsurprised to see me, he invited me in.
"I was just on my way to meet you guys," he explained
as he headed for his
bedroom. "Go ahead and grab a beer while I get dressed."
Opening another of the beers which I had purchased earlier,
beers which
Anthony seemed not to notice, I watched him walk down the hall. I guess
if
Donna was going to sleep with one of my friends, he wasn't a bad choice.
He
was in good shape and had a hairy chest; something I didn't offer that
I knew
Donna was into. Matt had mentioned a big cock, too; I wouldn't find
out
about that til later.
When Anthony came back into the room, he was wearing only a
bathrobe. Sitting
down next to me on the couch, he casually asked "what's up?"
"You're fucking Donna, aren't you?" I blurted.
For a minute he just looked at me, then answered, "Yeah.
She loves my cock
and you obviously don't satisfy her at home or she wouldn't be here
all the
time. She just left."
I didn't know what to say. "You're lying," I responded.
"No, I thought about lying, but why bother? I'm not going
to stop fucking
her. Hell, now that you know, I may fuck her more often. Maybe everyday,
maybe in your bed, maybe in her ass."
I dove at him, spilling my beer, and we wrestled for a minute
before he
pinned me on the floor. I was on my stomach with my left arm pulled
painfully far behind my back. He was on top of me with one hand on my
left
arm and the other under my neck.
Gritting his teeth, he continued, "You know what Donna's
pussy smells like,
don't you?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"What about the taste? You know what it tastes like, don't
you?"
"Yes," again.
"Well, here's your proof," he exclaimed while rolling
off of me and jamming
something soft into my open mouth.
Jumping up, I pulled Donna's damp, cum-stained panties out
of my mouth. They
were smeared with her juices, his cum, and my saliva.
Holding the door open, he said "Get out of here. When
you calm down, call
me, and we'll work things out. Don't mention any of this to Donna. If
she
finds out that you know, I'll take her for good. If you don't believe
me,
just try to put your little prick in her; I told her to stop fucking
you over
a month ago and I know you haven't
been inside of her since."
This was too much. Clasping Donna's bunched panties in my hand,
I left.
That night, I waited for Donna as usual. When she came in,
she stripped like
normal and immediately straddled my face, rhythmically grinding her
wetness
against me while I probed inside of her with my tongue. For the first
time
in six weeks, I knew the true reason she was wet and why her juices
were so
tangy. Contemplating how to confront her while sucking her sloppy hole,
I
was
surprised when my cock grew hard. How could I be hard knowing that another
man's
cum was dribbling out of my girlfriend and into my mouth? I began
concentrating on
the taste, trying to distinguish her from him. As her legs began to
tighten
against my
temples and her breathing became gasping, I felt my cock begin to twitch
and
soon my
own cum wasoozing out of my pulsing cock.
Donna didn't notice until she laid her hand on my belly as
she cuddled
against me. She sat up and put a finger to her mouth. "God! I must
have
tasted really good tonight. You came just from eating me!. He told me
you'd
come around eventually."
"'He' who?" I asked.
Catching herself, she gave me a puzzled look "I didn't
say anything about
'he'." Satisfied, she gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek and
was soon
asleep.
I, however, couldn't sleep. Had I cum without touching my cock
just from
knowing that I was eating Anthony's semen out of Donna's box? I had
intended
to confront Donna and demand that she fuck me but now I was limp and
wouldn't
be able to get into her sloppy cunt even if she wanted it.
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