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The next morning I called Anthony and asked if we could get
together to
discuss the
situation. He agreed, and we arranged to meet at his apartment later
that
evening.
As I traveled through the foyer to his living room, he followed
asking, "So.
You didn't try
to fuck her?"
I turned and looked at him.
"It's probably for the best," he continued, "Donna's
completely loyal to me
and I
wouldn't want you two to fight. You should get used to the idea that
from
now on she's
going to fuck only the people I tell her to. As I mentioned last night,
maybe
you and I can work something out."
I knew I wouldn't be able to get the upper hand, but I figured
I should try
to get back
onto the playing field with him, so I lied: "First of all, I fucked
her good
and hard last
night, and, second, she's promised to stop seeing you."
"Really?" he taunted. "Donna stopped by to suck
me off earlier today and had
a
different story to tell. She said that last night was just like every
other
night: she sat on
your face and let you eat my cum out of her well-fucked pussy. Oh, she
did
day there
was one difference; she said you came just from eating her. What could
have
caused
that? Besides, you didn't tell her anything. If you had, I wouldn't
have
agreed to see
you."
"She gave you head?" I asked.
"Don't get hung up on details. She wouldn't blow you even
before I stuck
her. Grab
some beers from the fridge and come into the living room; I have something
to
show
you."
I took a seat on the sofa while he messed around with the TV.
"I wasn't sure you knew just how devoted she is to me
or exactly what I do to
her, so I
decided to video our session this afternoon. However, I don't want a
repeat
of
yesterday, so I'll only play it for you if your hands are tied. Just
agreeing
not to get upset or violent isn't good enough; who knows how you'll
react
when you see
a real man making your girlfriend squirm."
What the hell? He was clearly in control and I really wanted
to see the
video. Rather
than grovel, I held out my hands so that he could bind them with my
own belt.
Anthony aimed the controller and clicked on the VCR.
I had expected the scene to open in his bedroom. Donna wouldn't
have agreed
to let
him tape her sucking his cock, so I assumed he must have lured her into
the
bedroom
where the camera was secretly set-up in a closet or something. Instead,
the
couch I
was now sitting on came into focus. Donna strolled into the room and
sat in
the exact
placeI was sitting now. Donna is a funky dresser and looked great. She
was
wearing a
short, form-fitting, suede dress with white, cotton, waffle tights and
groovy, square-toe,
brown leather shoes. In the tight dress, her breasts looked larger and
rounder than I
remembered. It was strange to see her sitting in the same place I was
sitting now. I
scanned the room for possible camera hiding places; there didn't seem
to be
any.
Realizing what I was looking for, Anthony answered my unasked
question: "I
set the
camera on a tripod right in the middle of the room. This isn't the first
time I've filmed
your sweetheart taking my cock. Once, I left the camera zoomed in on
her
cunt and got
a great close-up of her slit stretching to accommodate my fat prick.
After
I filled her
with semen, I slowly pulled out, leaving her pussy a sloppy, gaping
hole. On
the tape,
you can actually hear the sound of a bottle being uncorked when I pop
out of
her. She
watched that one over and over again, unable to believe how much her
pussy
could
stretch and how it was unable to close itself after I finished with
it. I'm
surprised you
haven't seen it, I gave her a copy."
My prick began to fill as I intently visualized the scene he
was describing.
My attention
was soon pulled back to the video by the sound of Donna's voice, however.
While my thoughts were on Anthony's story, his video counterpart
had entered
the
room and was sitting on the couch listening to Donna speak in a smooth,
comfortable
tone: "He actually came last night while sucking your come out
of me. I was
worried
that he might be getting fed-up with our little routine, but it seems
he
likes it better now
than ever before. How did you know he would like the taste of your sperm
so
much?
Just think if he knew. He'd probably be physically ill."
"Maybe, maybe not," he countered. "I bet he's
sucked a cock or two in his
time."
I glared at Anthony.
"You obviously don't know him like I do," Donna asserted
in my defense.
"You didn't let him fuck you?" Anthony asked.
"Of course not. I'm not sure if I'd even feel his little
dick inside of me
now that
I've grown accustomed to your monster." Emphasizing her point,
Donna leaned
closer
to Anthony and placed her hand on his denim covered crotch as she finished
her
sentence. "Besides, you told me not to fuck him, so I don't."
The video-Anthony stood up, "So, how much time do you
have?"
"I need to be back in an hour," Donna answered.
He was now standing directly in front of her, his crotch just
an inch or so
from her face.
"That's not a lot of time; maybe you should get started."
Without hesitating, Donna unsnapped and unzipped his jeans.
She pulled them
down
off his hips exposing a prominent bulge in his striped boxers. Reaching
a
hand up
through the loose fitting leg hole of his underwear, she grasped his
cock
directed it
through the open fly. Seven or so inches of his semi-erect cock was
now
visible. As
she grasped the base of his exposed dick with her right hand, she began
needing his
balls with her left (still in his underwear). His cock continued to
swell and
was now
jutting from his underwear at a 45 degree angle, completely hard. I
guess it
was about
nine inches long (Donna now had both of her hands wrapped around it,
holding
it like a
baseball bat, and the entire purple head was still visible) and not
quite as
fat as the
beercan I was holding (though just making that comparison is a compliment).
In any
case, it was MUCH bigger than my skinny six inches.
Donna had begun to slowly stroke it with her right hand while
flicking her
tongue all
over the head and in his piss-hole.
"What do you think?" he asked me.
I answered truthfully, "I've seen large cocks on video
before (though never
belonging to
a close friend or in my girlfriend's hand); it's not all that impressive."
"Hmm," he responded. "Donna seems to disagree."
"God, I love your cock! It's all I can think about. I
love to touch it, to
have
in me," Donna murmured as she rubbed the damp head and
hard shaft against her cheeks, mouth, and even forehead.
"It's a shame we don't have more time," he commented
to her. "I'd let you
rub it over
your entire body before you make me come with your mouth."
Taking the huge prick out of her mouth for a minute, she looked
up asking
"What are
you doing tonight?"
"Be here at 9:30," he answered as she began working
more feverishly on his
blood-
filled tool.
He plunged his hands into her hair and started to slowly fuck
her mouth. She
looked
almost surreal as she struggled to keep her mouth opened wide. Her face
had
grown mottled and flush, evidencing her own arousal, when Anthony suddenly
stopped
moving and white semen became evident at the corners of her mouth (at
the
time, I
had no idea how much she had swallowed).
Anthony raised the remote and hit 'stop' on the VCR.
The video over, I became keenly aware of the uncomfortable
bulge in my pants.
Because my hands were bound, I was unable to adjust the position
of my cock
as it had
become rigid so that it could lay flat against my belly. Instead, it
was
very obviously
trapped against my right thigh.
Anthony had noticed as well. "You seem to have enjoyed
the show. I guess I
didn't
have to worry about your getting upset. Let me see if I can help make
you
more
comfortable."
As he leaned towards me, I thought he intended to reach into
my pants and
adjust my
prick for me. The thought was exciting. Instead, he simply untied my
hands.
Relieving my discomfort as best I could without completely
embarrassing
myself, my
thoughts turned to the immediate future. What was coming next? How were
we
going
to resolve the problem? Maybe we'd discuss the "arrangement"
to which he had
twice
referred.
He finished his beer in one extended swallow and stood up.
"So you weren't
impressed? Maybe you need to see it from Donna's perspective."
Duplicating the actions of the video-Anthony, he positioned
himself in front
of me
exactly as his TV counterpart had stood before Donna. Beginning to
understand what
he meant by "Donna's perspective," I made a half-hearted attempt
to get up
and leave.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, he forced me back onto the couch.
In the same provocative tone that he had used earlier with
Donna, he quoted
himself:
"We don't have a lot of time, maybe you should get started."
I just sat there.
"Come on, Donna," he said to me, "show me how
much you love my cock."
Just twelve hours earlier I had considered sucking a cock for
the first time.
Now I was
being given the firsthand opportunity to find out what had made my girlfriend
betray me.
Without thinking on it further, I placed my hands at his crotch,
just as my
girlfriend had,
and unsnapped his jeans. He helped me to lower his jeans and his boxers
and
waited
for me to continue.
I had lied earlier. I was impressed. Never before had I been
this close to
another
man's cock and I was intrigued by the way it pulsed as it filled with
blood.
Half erect, it
was already an inch or so longer and wider than mine. He was much hairier
than I am
and his scrotum seemed as if was straining to hold his very large, oblong
balls. The
left hanging just a little higher than the right.
Leaning forward, he nudged the head of his still growing prick
against my
face. I
imagined my face was flush with desire just as Donna's had been when
she sat
in my
place. Unlike the cock I had seen on video just a few minutes earlier,
this
one had a
strong sweaty smell. Actually, the scent was not so different from the
now
familiar
smell of Donna's well-fucked cunt. It drew me in closer.
"You'd better hurry, Donna" he urged, "a friend
of yours is going to stop by
in a bit."
Obviously, he was referring to the real Donna and he was right
-- Donna was
open-
minded about homosexuality (in the abstract) but would probably be pissed
if
she saw
me with a fat cock in my mouth.
Well, I figured, it's now or never. I started by licking and gently
kissing
at the swollen
head. His cock twitched a little at my first touch. After a minute,
I
opened up and let
Anthony force his bat into my mouth.
I've often heard the heads of fat dicks described as "plum
size." I remember
thinking that such a description seemed applicable to the huge cock
that I
was sucking,
but that it didn't really communicate just how full your mouth feels
and how
difficult it is
to keep from nicking the sensitive skin with your teeth as the flesh
pumps in
and out of
your face. I had never stuffed a whole plum into my mouth while trying
not
to scratch
the skin. After sucking his cock that evening (and many, many times
since) I
went out
and purchased a large plum to test the veracity of the comparison. Pretty
accurate.
Massaging his sweaty nuts with my left hand, I stroked the
huge pole with my
right as I
assumed my girlfriend's role.
"You've never had anything like this before, have you
Donna?"
He pulled his dick from my mouth for a minute to let me answer.
"No. I've sucked little pricks before, but never a real
cock like yours," I
answered in
character.
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He continued, "tell me how much you love my big dick."
He rubbed the slippery stick over my face as he had done to
Donna earlier.
"I love
your cock. I'm a slave to it. Jam it into my mouth; rub it all over
my
face; fuck my
pussy, my ass. Cum in me, on me, I don't care." I couldn't believe
what I
was saying.
As I finished speaking, he grabbed my hair and began to plunge
into my mouth
more
vigorously. After a stroke or two, I was gagging and tried to push him
away
from me.
Holding my head firmly, he just kept thrusting in and out, in and out.
I was
sure I would
vomit if I didn't suffocate and was now struggling with all my strength
to
get away.
Finally, he pulled out.
I gasped for air as his fat cock, dripping with my saliva,
erupted all over
my face. His
semen was on my mouth, cheeks, throat, and even in my eye.
Anthony released my head and I fell back onto the couch.
Laughing, he commented on my performance: "God, you made
me come hard. Maybe
you really have sucked a cock or two before? I may take you up on your
offer
and fuck
your 'pussy' some day. You' re a hot little bitch. Now go to the bathroom
and clean up;
Donna will be here in a couple of hours and I have some errands to do
before
she
shows up."
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I was in bed, but wide-awake, when Donna came in at 11:30.
She clicked on
the light.
As my eyes adjusted, I wondered what was wrong. My God, had he told
her?
Without undressing, she climbed into bed and began kissing
me fervently.
Soon, her
kisses were bites and I turned my head this way and that trying to avoid
her
teeth.
She stood up and stripped down to her beige, silk underwear.
It was the
first time in
weeks I had seen her bare, tan skin in the light. Her panties were
noticeably damp and
there were crusty white stains on her belly and inner thighs. Reaching
behind her in
that way women can, she unhooked and removed her bra, fully exposing
her
cream
colored breasts.
I blinked, unsure if my eyes had completely adjusted to the
brightness. Both
of her
nipples were dark and swollen and surrounded by small violet bite marks
and
bruises.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I was in shock, and although I managed to sit up, I didn't
say anything.
"That was my reaction when I saw your mouth full of cock
and heard you beg to
be
fucked in the ass," she went on. "Then I cried for a bit.
Then I let Anthony
fill my cunt
with hot, gooey, sperm just as I have everyday for the past month in
a half.
He's a real
man . . . and you're the faggot slut he said you are. How many other
cocks
have you
had in your girl mouth?"
"I shouldn't have sucked his dick. But it's not like you
think!" I blurted.
"I never sucked
a cock before today and I only did it because he urged me to pretend
I was
you. I had
to know what was so great about his dick that you would fuck and even
suck
one of my
friends without a rubber and without telling me. You're the one who
completely
ignored our agreement."
Unconvinced, she continued to berate me: "God! You're
still lying to me!
You stupid
cunt! I saw the video. I saw you beg to lick and suck his big dick.
I saw
him spray
strings of white jism all over your face. What was it you said, 'I've
sucked
little pricks
before, but never a real cock like yours . . . Jam it into my mouth;
rub it
all over my
face; fuck my pussy, my ass. Come in me, on me, I don't care.'"
Video! I was such an idiot; that bastard had filmed the whole
thing.
"Look," I tried to explain. "I didn't intend
to give him head and I've never
done it before.
I wanted to talk to him about your affair. Instead, he showed me a video
of
you blowing
him at lunch time today. I didn't mean any of the stuff I said. I was
pretending to be
you. He told me it was the only way I would understand why you were
doing
this to
me. You saw the video; you must of heard him prompting me."
"I didn't hear anything but the sloppy suck noises of
his dick plunging in
and out of your
mouth. He didn't say anything the whole time you were lavishing attention
on
his
cock." She started to cry.
I was a fool. He had set me up and evidently done some creative
editing as
well. I
didn't know what to say. "Please stop crying and come to bed; I
love you," I
begged.
"Oh, I will. I'm not going to leave you. I love you, but
I am going to
start treating you
like the cock-sucking princess you are."
Bending gracefully at the waste, she removed her panties, "Lay
down. I have
something for you."
I did as she asked.
She straddled my head but kept her twat four or five inches
off my face.
"You know,"
she went on, "up until tonight, I always sat on the toilet and
tried to
squeeze all of his
semen out of me before making you eat me. I would also wipe my pussy
with a
washcloth so that my bush wouldn't be crusty with his cum. If I had
only
known how
much you'd like seeing his gooey spem in my pussy and in your mouth.
Well,
tonight I
did my best to save all of his jism for you, sweetie, and I'm sure you've
noticed the
white stains on my inner thighs. Now, be a good girl and open wide."
I opened my mouth as she lowered her pussy towards my face.
Stopping just an
inch
or so from my open mouth, she used her hands to spread her puffy vaginal
lips.
Grunting a little, she contracted her sex muscles and Anthony's goo
began to
trickle
into my mouth.
Because the lights had always been out in the past, I had never
before seen
her pussy
after he had fucked her and was amazed by the wear. It was red, swollen,
and
stood
slightly open even without her helping fingers.
Aroused and humiliated, I set out to please my brazen girlfriend
as best I
could.
***** Chap 3 - Our First Date *****
When I awoke the next morning, a Saturday, my face was still
pressed against
Donna's
silky bush. When Donna had finished feeding me her lover's semen, she
had
commanded that I lay between her legs and gently lick at her sore pussy
until
she fell
asleep. Eventually, I had fallen asleep, too.
Without moving, I watched her breasts rise and fall as she
breathed. The
soft morning sunlight accentuated the dark hickies covering her otherwise
milk-white
breasts. Wanting to kiss them, I slithered up her smooth body. As I
touched
my lips to
her right nipple, I became very aware of the dry fuck-juices which still
coated my
cheeks and made my skin uncomfortably taught.
She awoke and pulled my mouth to hers. As we kissed, she grasped
my morning
hard-
on and guided it into her still slimey hole. As I made love to her for
the
first time in six
weeks, she spoke to me in a pleasant, genuine tone, "Jason, I don't
know
exactly what
happened yesterday, but it's clear that things between us have changed.
No
matter
what you say, it's obvious that you love sucking cock and want Anthony
to
fuck me as
much as I do. Maybe you know your little prick can't satisfy me and
want
other men to
fuck me becasue you want me to be happy. Maybe you're just a cock-pleasing
sissy
and want to live vicariously through me. Whatever the reason, I'm glad
you
don't mind
my fucking him because I'm not going to stop. I want and plan to stay
with
you, but I'll
never be able to respect you as I once did; already, you seem more like
a
close
girlfriend than a man who knows how to take me. You'll never be a
satisfactory lover
again. So make love to me one last time. Anthony told me not to let
you, so
it will have
to be our secret, OK?"
In answer, I simply pumped in and out of her; she hardly seemed
to notice and
I knew
that all of her humiliating assertions were correct.
"Come on, come inside me little girl," she urged.
I came after only a minute or two and collapsed on top of her.
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The ringing telephone woke me about an hour later. Donna, already
up and
about,
answered it in the other room. Though I couldn't make her words out,
she
seemed
pleased to hear from the caller. After a minute, she hung up and strolled
into the
bedroom,"That was Anthony, he's coming over for an early dinner;
then the
three of us
are going to meet some of your buddies for drinks."
"You made plans for us to go out as a threesome?" I asked.
"You know, Matt,
Jerry,
and Tim all suspect."
"I know," she said very casually. "Anthony likes
to brag. Besides, I told
both Karen
and Stacey; they were bound to blab sooner or later."
"You don't mind?" I asked in disbelief.
Without giving her time to respond, I answered my own question,
"I do! I'll
be a
laughing stock."
She walked over and kissed me softly on the mouth, "That's
cute, honey, but
you need
to start getting used to your new role in my life. You can't expect
me not
to have
boyfriends, can you? I don't expect you not to have boyfriends, though
I do
think it's
time you gave up the younger women. You can't satisfy one woman; how
could
you
possibly satisfy more than one?"
Around three that afternoon Donna called me into the bathroom.
"Why don't
you help
me get ready for our date? What do you think I should wear?" she
teased.
I didn't answer. I still hadn't accepted that she was going
to go through
with it.
The tub filling in the background, she went on, "think
about it while you
help me bathe.
I'm going to like telling Anthony that you shaved my legs and under
my arms
so that I
would be smooth for him. God, Stacey will get a kick out of it, too!
Though she'd deny
it, she's had a crush on you for years. I wonder whether it would make
her
wet or sick
to see Anthony's big cock sliding in and out of your mouth? Should we
show
her the
video? Now that you've shown your true colors, I don't think I'll be
jealous
if you and
she spend some time together. As long as she knows you're just going
out as
a couple
of chicks, I may even let you date my big tittied friend. Maybe the
three of
us and
Anthony can all go out together."
Donna winced a little as she climbed into the steaming water.
She was so
beautiful;
how did I lose her? Well, I hadn't really lost her, I just had to share
her,
and sharing
wasn't so bad. Whatever my "true colors", I had to admit that
the thought of
Anthony
pounding my girlfriend with his giant cock made my prick grow. And more,
what was
that Donna had said about me and Stacey? I loved the thought of that
too.
After soaking for a minute, she handed me the soap and her
razor then raised
her left
arm. One day's stubble was just peeking through the soft skin. "Well,"
she
asked?
In answer, I rubbed the soap against her pit and, using the
razor, began
readying my
girlfriend to meet her lover.
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