Overall, she wasn’t very kinky. I had been dating her for over 3 years and we had fucked enough for me to know how openminded she was. I figured since we were seniors in high-school that her kinkiness might change. One thing Melissa didn’t lack was drive. She wanted her ample ass pounded from behind thoroughly and virtually daily. At 5ft 2 and about 150Ibs, she had a slim waist, but curvy thighs, hips, and of course a bit more than a handful of an ass. Up top her tits were just enough to fill a C-cup with delicious nipples that sprung out to about a ¼ inch if you slid your tongue across them. Her pussy was tasteless and gushed the deeper fondle. She typically kept it shaved smooth, which I hated, but would occasionally give me a dark thick landing strip to work with.
We started dating after I saw her ex-bf grab her by the arm aggressively in the hallway one afternoon. In just a split second, he was looking up at the bright neon lights and feeling the cool tile floor beneath his head. However, for years I couldn’t help but think that he would get the last laugh. I knew how much Melissa liked to fuck and I often wondered if the rumors around school were true and she was sleeping with him covertly. I would lay in bed at night fuming, revisiting the text messages I discovered in her phone, or pictures in “hidden” files. Oddly, I realized the idea of her riding my enemy’s tiny and left slanted dick aroused me. I slowly gripped my shaft and felt my cold fingers tighten, as I pumped to all the fantasies that filled my head.
I had a couple of kinky female confidants that I enjoyed on the side of my high-school relationship. Part of the fringe benefits of my interactions with them was learning of the kinkiest of gossip. I learned that one topic of discussion between a few of the girls in my grade and below was my father’s very visible bulge that he sported while wearing jeans at football games. Apparently, the topic had even been brought up in conversation with my girlfriend. After some prodding they let me know that she too had engaged in the chatter about his possible length and girth. Similar to when I initially heard about her possible sneaking around while I was at practice and getting dicked down by my enemy, I was ticked off. After the anger settled and even more oddly than before, the idea of my girlfriend casually wondering aloud about the size of my father’s cock began to make mine grow. I had often carried on full conversations with him while he showered. We would chat football or news of the day as he coolly soaped his rather large scrotum and long dick, towering over me at 6ft 4 with a hairier chest and legs. Even flaccid he was larger than me and I wasn’t little by any stretch. He was a borderline sex addict and his room was positioned directly above mine, so I often heard him whipping and humping away late at night, then I’d catch a glimpse of them as they made their pre-dawn escape. I often shared naughty pics with dad of my side escapades, but held back from showing him any of my girlfriend. That changed after talking to my confidants. The very next morning could see his cock throbbing though the thin material of his pajama pants as I casually flipped through a few pics of Melissa’s luscious ass and a few frontal selfies showing her tits. I touched myself at the thought of him wanting to fuck her in that moment and knowing she had some interest in seeing what he was packing.
One-night Melissa was sleeping over when we were awoken by rhythmic thumping above us. I acted as if I couldn’t hear it and the sounds began to change as the minutes ticked by. The thumping continued, but I could hear moans and pleading. With an arm of Melissa spooning, my dick was firmly pressed into her curvy ass. I could feel it begin to harden and before long I was at full staff. I decided to move my hand just a bit to feel her pussy… and sure enough it was sopping wet! I parted her lips with my index and middle fingers and whispered into her ear “you know he’s bigger than me, don’t you?” She lightly nodded and I pressed deeper inside her with my fingers. “I showed him pics of you naked earlier today, I watched his dick get fully hard by the time I got to the one of you bent over your bathroom counter.” Typically, she would have been infuriated by such an act, but this time I felt her hand push mine immediately shoving my two fingers into her dripping cunt as deep as they would go. I continued whispering “I am sure within the last 30 minutes of them fucking he’s thought about destroying your little pussy, you’ve though about that very thing before haven’t you slut?” She nodded again.
Part II coming soon…
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