All of the events expressed below are as accurate as I can recall them. Considering my mind revisits what happened nearly every day, it feels seared into my mind. And while the dialogue may not be a word for word transcript, it isn’t too far off.
I’ve previously written about my ex-girlfriend Amy and how our very sexual relationship began. Amy was a 21-year old goth-light sexual muse who came on confidently for her age. I was nearly 10 years her senior and we had met at the gym. I was recently divorced, so when this pixie-faced, fit smoke show of a blonde with daddy issues took interest in me, my ego was stroked. I didn’t ignore the warning signs. Truth is, I was so enamored with the sex that I never even saw them.
Amy quickly began spending a lot of nights at my place and in my bed. For one-and-half-years she would open my eyes to what life with a nympho manic was about. With the consistency of a weather forecast, Amy was mostly elated with periods of toxic crazy. But I was happy to benefit from her overheated sexual libido which seemed a means to cope and soothe from a not so great family situation.
But I’m not writing to psychoanalyze why she was the way she was, rather a tale of one night and why she remains seared into my sexual memories.
I had been a season ticket holder to a big university football team and home game Saturdays were always an all-day affair of tailgating, hanging out with our friends, football, and alcohol. Our post-game tailgate parties would often last several hours until the game traffic cleared and we could get to a bar or eventually go home.
These details are important because it sets the window of opportunity when Amy decided to finally seduce (more like concede to) and fuck my married friend and workout partner and I in a three-way. It also turned out being her first time taking a black cock.
Cliche as it is, my friend James is black and yes, he is jacked. And not just below the waist. He was five years older than myself, an inch shorter than my 5’9”, and he used to have a bodybuilding pro-card and won his share of competitions. Many people joked that his physique looked like that of a comic book super hero. And again as cliche as it sounds, turns out he was hung.
He and I had been friends for seven years before Amy and I met. Throughout the first year she and I dated, Amy and James would flirt innocently enough, but there was definitely sexual tension there. Amy knew how to push men’s buttons. I don’t know if it was because she grew up with two older brothers, but she was fully aware that the male brain reacts to the promise of sex. And she playfully dangled that when they were out of earshot of others. As guys sometimes do, I had bragged to James of Amy’s bedroom manner and kinks, and even alluded to our previous three-way with a college buddy of mine. She would tell me that he was constantly giving her the “Down To Fuck” look and complimenting her low cut outfits.
I strongly suspected James had his share of women who were regularly spreading their legs for him. He was an educated guy, witty, and built like a truck. I’d witnessed him shutting down numerous women who made it to obvious they’d step out on their husbands or boyfriends, or even make them watch. And he had shared a few stories when he didn’t always turn them away.
But Amy had met James’ wife and while she admitted that she thought he was physically attractive and the interracial aspect was a turn on, she told me she tempered herself by not wanting to identify as a home wrecker.
All that changed one Fall Saturday. At some point during the tailgate, James confided that he and his wife had an agreement. While they didn’t define themselves as swingers by any means, he had the occasional pass in an otherwise open marriage. Amy’ tried to feign a slight surprise and indifference. She became much more quiet than her usual self the rest of the afternoon. And that is how I knew exactly what James had said hit her. So when our football team was being crushed early in the first half and out starting QB was hurt, the prospects of an interesting game were over. James, Amy and I had a decent alcohol buzz going on and at halftime the stadium fans were flat and Amy was bored.
“I’m bored and horny,” she whispered in my ear. “Let’s go home.”
James had ridden with us to the game so I thought it would require some diplomacy to ask him to leave the game early. Amy proved in that moment to be the diplomatic equivalent of the Secretary of State.
She turned to James and simply said, “This game sucks. Let’s go back to our place and we can watch something better.” Then she whispered something to him. He looked at her, smiled slightly and nodded slowly.
“Let’s go.” He said.
“What did you say?” I asked Amy, smiling. She just stood up and stepped past me and through the bleachers. I turned to James. “Bro. What did she say?”
“It’s cool man. Seriously. Let’s go to your place. She’s right. This game is done,” is all he would say. We then followed Amy down the stadium steps, to our car, and headed home. With zero game day traffic to deal with, we were home 25 mins later.
James and I headed upstairs to my bonus room/man cave which I had furnished with a leather sectional, built in recliners, a large flatscreen TV, and a pool table. We quickly turned on another football game and racked up a game of 8-ball. Five minutes later Amy walked in wearing a sexy referee outfit which entailed a black and white striped crop top that was deeply v-cut and looked too small to hold in her breasts. The bottom was a shiny black ruffled mini skirt that barely covered her ass. She had two bottles of beer in one hand was holding a freshly packed bong and bag of weed in the other.
She set the beer bottles down on the pool table next to each of us and then sat herself down on the couch, lit the bong and proceeded to take a hit. After several minutes and exhaling as many massive clouds of weed, she wedged herself into the corner of the couch, pulled her feet up, and let her knees fall open to show us both she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“You want to know what I told James at the game, baby?” She asked me. “I told him I wanted him to watch how I like my pussy licked.”
Now I was by no means shocked. This was life with Amy. But I was very cognizant how this was going to play out. Alcohol might lower her inhibitions, but weed fed her nymphomania. As far as I was concerned James was a close friend and I knew the two of them were both dying to act on their flirting and innuendo that had been going on for a year. And I loved sharing and watching Amy. She was my live-in pornstar.
“Well let’s see it.” James said to me. “Don’t keep her waiting.”
I wasted no time taking my place between her knees in front of the couch. I put her heels on my shoulders and proceeded to eat her pussy like the fine dish it was. My technique is to fasten my whole mouth to a woman’s pussy, flatten my tongue and lick from taint to top. I could feel Amy’s body begin to relax as she soaked in the early sensations of sexual stimulation. I heard James hitting the bong as she ran her hands through my hair and sighed approval of my ministration. Her honey hole was dripping wet before I even started so it wasn’t a minute before I slid two fingers in and began curling them on her g-spot. I wasn’t going to let her cum yet, but I was ramping her up fast. Then I withdrew my fingers and stood up.
For a moment Amy looked at me and looked…lost. I rarely delayed or denied her orgasms and she had been climbing towards what she assumed was the momentary relief she craved.
I grabbed the bong from James, sat on the floor and proceeded to repack the bowl. It was then Amy realized she wasn’t going to get any immediate gratification from me.
“You son of a bitch.” She was only half-joking. The ache that her entire body was experiencing was evident on her face. I just nodded and proceeded to take a hit. While weed relaxes my mind, it always seems to make my cock harder than steel.
James had been casually rubbing himself over his shorts and was looking from Amy’s spread legs to her pixie face and back.
Amy sneered at me. “Fine. If you won’t finish your job, maybe James will.” She looked at James. “You want a taste, don’t you?” she stated to more than asked. “Show me how much you want to lick it.”
I seriously expected him to take my place between her legs. Instead, he stood up, took of his shirt and shorts and stepped in front of Amy waving an 8-inch cock in her face. He palmed the top of her head and pulled her forward until her lips were an inch from what was the biggest plum sized cock head she’d ever seen in real life.
“Show me how much you want to lick it, “ he echoed her last words.
“Holy shit. I mean…I thought you might be big but…fuck.” Amy gawked as she put her hands on his oversized quads.
James repeated her words again, only this time he didn’t finish. “Show me how much…Awwww YES!” James moaned as I watched my girlfriend swallow as much of his cock in one try as she could. Without missing a beat she began working her throat back and forth as James wrapped his hands into her short blonde hair and began setting a pace to his liking.
I took several more hits from the bong and watched the live-action porn movie happening in front of me. After five minutes, James sat down and pulled Amy atop straddling his lap.
“I’ve wanted to suck on these titties for a long time,” he said as he pulled her top over her head and discarded it on the floor. I watched as Amy swirled her hips over his lap and held her breasts up and together for my buddy to maul and suck on. Her pussy was leaving a copious snail trail all over his lap and I could see him trying to shift his hips to get the angle and alignment right for his cock to enter her. But Amy showed one last moment of control, turned to me and said, “You ready baby? You two ready to wreck me?” My mouth went dry and I felt hot in the face. My little minx of a girlfriend lifted herself on her knees, reached between her legs and angled James cock up and just stared at me as she sank 1/2 way down, up again, 3/4 way down, up once more, then turned to James and drove her hips till her ass was on his thighs.
For the next several minutes Amy rode his cock cowgirl style while deep breathing like she was in a lamaze class. Where the two of them were joined looked like someone had poured an entire bottle of honey. I stood up behind her and began rubbing her secretions all over her asshole, then slid a finger deep inside. It was definitely a tight fit given James’ girth. And as wound up as Amy was, my finger lit her fuse and she went off.
“UNNNNGH. OH MY GOD! I’M FUCKING COMING!” Amy shouted. “I’M COMING ALL OVER YOUR BLACK COCK JAMES! FUUUCK MEEEEE!”
Amy’s body began shivering, then her muscles became strung tight as if she was a guitar string ready to snap. And then she pulled her hips up, dislodged James’ cock and squirted twice over his lap. She immediately grabbed his cock, placed it to her pussy again and drove her hips down until they met his wet thighs.
By this time I was ready for some action myself, so Amy repositioned herself with her back toward James and proceeded to give me a first class blowjob as she rode James reverse cowgirl. By this time I was higher than a kite and my body was buzzing from the weed and Amy’s ministrations. If she had kept up her efforts, I would have finished down her throat. But Amy wasn’t ready to let me off so easily. She went full pornstar mode and began running her mouth.
“Oh my god baby. Our friend has a really big dick,” she groaned. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. James had a firm grip on her ass and was working her hips up and down like she was his personal fleshlight. “I can’t take him in my ass baby. Sit down for us. Let me sit on you.”
I sat down next to James who looked uninterested in stopping the pleasure he was taking from Amy. She struggled a couple times to get to her feet but his grip was solid and he would pull her right back down unto his cock.
Finally she got to her feet, turned to James and sternly said, “Just wait a second big fella.” They were both panting heavily. “Give me just one second. I promise it will be worth it. For me anyway.” Amy grabbed the bong, took a fresh hit then passed it to James, who then passed it to me.
For the first time since James had taken off his clothes, he looked at me and smiled. “You lucky motherfucker. She is hotter than Georgia asphalt.” Then looking at Amy he added, “I’m not gonna lie. You feel amazing. No offense but you might have the best pussy I ever felt.”
“He calls it magic pussy,” she replied, referencing my pet name for her sex.
“Abra-fucking-cadabra.” James said, triggering a weed induced laughter amongst all of us.
Amy took another hit from the bong and it made another round.
“I need to be relaxed for this,” she said. With that, she turned her back to me and guided me straight into her ass until her asscheeks rested on my thighs. She sat there for a minute just squeezing me and adjusting, pulled her feet up, grabbed her own ankles and spread her legs wide, and looked right at James.
“You want to wreck me with that black dick, don’t you James? You want to show me why I shouldn’t have teased you. Do it! Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Jesus. You’re insatiable.” James laughed and shook his head while he stroked his cock.
“I’m a nympho manic and I love cock. Make me love your cock James.”
All I could feel was a ton of pressure as my friend pushed his 8-inch black cock into my petite girlfriends pussy while I sat underneath her lodged in her ass. I didn’t have room to move, so I played the role of the bottom post as James’ hips went into overdrive. For the next 10 minutes Amy simply moaned like a wounded animal. I’d have thought she was in distress had it not been for her occasionally grunting the words “YEEESSS. DON’T FUCKING STOP,” Her body repeatedly went taunt and her face locked in a silent scream followed by the bellow of a lamb being slaughtered as James reached under her arms and began pulling her down as his hips drove forward and up.
James was pretty much doing all the work and the sensations he was creating inside Amy triggered my impending orgasm. I could feel the ridged corona of his cock head as it pushed back and forth past my own in Amy’s ass.
I grabbed Amy by her hips and simply held on. James was undoubtedly fucking Amy, but he was going to make us both cum.
“Fuck. I’m close! I’m gonna cum,” I announced.
“You hear that?” James asked Amy as he stared intently at her? “We’re gonna fill you up! You ready for that? You ready to feel this black cock paint the back of your pussy?”
“YES! DO IT! FUCKING COME FOR ME. TAKE MY PUSSY! TAKE MY ASS! BOTH OF YOU. TAKE IT!”
James buried himself to the hilt and roared. I could feel both our cocks throbbing as we unloaded the payloads of our balls deep into Amy’s holes.
After a minute of each of us breathing like we ran a marathon, James backed his cock out of Amy, hissing to himself as her magic pussy released its grip. I immediately felt the remnants of her cream pie pour down past my balls and pool on the couch beneath me. James had thoroughly filled her up, and his thick cock left her gaped open.
Amy was limp. She half rolled, half fell to her side on the couch and made small cooing sounds as she rubbed her legs together and just stared at both of us.
We all sat there for 15 or more minutes, totally naked, making comments about how hot that was, how good it felt, and how amazing Amy was.
I couldn’t help notice James started getting hard again and he was slowly stroking his cock. Amy noticed as well and made it clear she was a hard no for another round.
“Those were the most intense orgasms of my life. I need time to process and possibly reboot. You two just fucked my operating system. My body and brain are crashed,” she joked.
I eventually helped Amy to the bedroom as James got dressed. After tucking her in for the night, he and I played a couple games of pool, watched the end of the football game that had been on when everything started, and continued to rehash the evenings activities with Amy.
There were four more games remaining that season, two home and two away. Amy invited James to come watch the away games at my place and yes, the three-ways repeated both times.
Amy and I broke up in March the next year. We never made it to another season of football games but never have James and I been at a game when he hasn’t asked if I’d heard from her. I am sure he wished that we’d get back together simply to make game days more satisfactory, win or lose.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r466hz/mfm_my_exf22_goes_full_pornstar_with_my_married
Fucking hot 😍 did you ever do DVP with Amy?
what goth has any interest in going to a football game/tailgate?