Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 48

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=== ***Bella*** ===

Looking at us, a person wouldn’t think we’re somehow in this type of a relationship. Polygamy. Yeah, it’s illegal here in America. I thought it was founded on religious freedom, but I guess not. We’ve skirted the issue, Chris and I will marry while the others will stay as our “roommate”.

“Let’s get tattoos,” I said out of the blue and the three of them just looked at me and cocked their heads.

“Tattoos are permanent, remember that,” Alana chimed in with a skeptical look, “and why?”

“Just to commemorate what we have, you know. I’m thinking we get a tattoo of a number next to a heart. Obviously, I’m number 1, Alana is number 2, Roxxy you’re 3 and Alexa is 4.

They’re kind of receptive to the idea. It’s like we’re basically branding ourselves. Personally ,I don’t know what Chris’ stance is on tattoos, but when he saw how much Jackie has on her, I think he was turned off.

So, like a good girlfriend, I gave him a call to ask for permission.

“A tattoo? How big?” He asks, and I can hear him typing away.

“Not big, a small cute one. It’ll be on our butts.”

“Uh… yeah, alright babe. For future reference, I’m alright with tattoos; but in my opinion it just takes away form the natural beauty. Its your body you can do what you want, though.”

“Alright then, thanks! I’ll see you later!”

He says those words, but I can read between the lines. It’s my body, of course, but he also has the choice of walking away from our engagement if he see’s that I basically fucked up my entire body with tattoos. I hear you, I hear you loud and clear.

Of course the mall has a tattoo shop, and it’s basically the best in the city. The owner, Cindy, is Alana and my school friend. We hung with her after Laura got banished, and she’s been running a successful parlor.

“Big Bitch!” she called out to me as soon as I walked in, “and of course your little friend is with you. What’s up Alana, looking tasty as usual and you ain’t change either, still looking fine!”

Cindy was on the volleyball team with me in high school. She’s the libero, the one who can block, position and set the ball and I was the spiker because I was tall and had a good vertical climb. Cindy is a little shorter than I am, at 6 foot. She’s a black girl and for someone who owns a tattoo shop she barely has one. Only a tattoo of a heart with Alana’s name on it, which is so embarrassing for Alana. A lot of guys wanted her in high school.

She’s also the most obvious lesbian I’ve ever seen, but she’s not a butch. It’s just how she acts, like a frat boy, and when we were teens she would always hit on Alana. She wasn’t interested in me, even after seeing me naked in the showers. Maybe she has a thing for shorter girls.

“Ugh, Cindy can you please? We haven’t seen each other in years and you’re already hitting on me.”

“You’re such a fucking tease! Anyway, what can I do for you guys?”

I discussed what we wanted with her, about a tattoo of a black heart. She grinned and looked over at Alana. “I finally get to touch that ass,” she sighed longingly, “I’ve been wanting to do that for 10 years, you know.”

Alana groaned as she rolled her eyes.

It was an easy tattoo, each one barely taking more than 20 minutes. She placed a plastic cover over it, and basically told us to not put pressure there for at least a week or so. She took more time doing Alana’s, rubbing and touching her ass.

Roxxy found it hilarious.

“How you doing, brown sugar?” Roxxy teased as she brushed Alana’s arm.

“Stop,” Alana whined, “I don’t like how y’all didn’t even defend me back there. That was basically sexual harassment.”

We stopped laughing. Roxxy, I guess realizing that Alana is right, hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, babe.”

I guess we, as a society, don’t really see women’s sexual harassment as that, sexual harassment. I mean, look at the news. When a female teacher has sex with a student, it’s not labeled as “rape” but as “inappropriate relations” or something along those lines. But when the gender is switch, *wa-bam* the news labels it as rape.

“Ugh, I’m used to it from her. Four years of her hitting on me, and did you see that tattoo she has? With my name?”

“Do you guys ever wonder how our sex life would be like if there’s another guy?” I asked aloud. It got really quiet, like deathly quiet.

“Belle, you’re not serious are you?” Roxxy asked in the most serious tone, “Chris already said that he doesn’t want other guys in the relationship. We tried with Victor and they both didn’t enjoy it.”

“Yeah, Izz what’s this? You two just got engaged, what’s happening with you?”

Alright, I need to reel this in before that nightmare actually manifest. Stupid, Bella, stupid, stupid. “I-I’m just saying, you know, if there’s another guy would it be different?”

“It will be different,” Alexa answered, “for example: Chris won’t be in the relationship.”

“Alright, alright drop it, forget I asked.”

“No! No, we can’t just forget it, Belle! What made you think that? Is Chris not enough? Because we can ease off of him if you want.” Roxxy kept pressing, demanding answers.

“No! No, that’s not it! I’m just… I’m just wondering.”

“You mean fantasizing, Izz. Be real with us, you’re hankering for a repeat of New Years!” Alana pressed, and frankly I’m getting anxious. Why did I ask such a stupid thing, now they’re going to think I’m bored of the relationship or something. Which I’m not. I’m far from bored, everyday is exciting with him.

“I’m just… I’m just thinking that maybe I’m wearing him out. Like, we have sex so much, so much, that if he has someone there to share the action with it wouldn’t wear him out.”

“Wear him out? Have you seen him? Are we even looking at the same person? Dude’s jacked up from all the sex he gets! Do you see him when he wakes up? How much he smiles? He actually sings while taking a shower, he didn’t do that before. Stop being ridiculous, Izz, or you’ll end up getting that ring taken away.”

I looked at the ring currently occupying my left hand, how it glistens under the sun’s golden ray. She’s right, I’m being crazy. I shouldn’t be having any doubts right now.

Am I scared of being married? Of the commitment? Is that it? Why am I afraid, though?

I spent the rest of the day holed up in my room, thinking about everything and coming up with no answer. Chris came into the room slowly, like he’s trying not to scare a small animal away. He laid down next to me and took my hand.

“You alright, babe?” he asked, his tone is soft but he senses something wrong with me, “look, if you’re having second thoughts about the engagement I -”

I pulled my hand away and clutched the ring defensively. “No! No, I… I’m sorry,” I said while giving my hand back to him. For a moment, I felt like Gollum there, clutching the ring so tightly like it’s going to grow feet and walk away.

“Then what’s wrong?”

I sighed heavily, like a weary sigh. I don’t have a reason to be sighing like that! I don’t work, I don’t have a lot of stressors in my life, I hardly have any bills and I’m pretty damn well off. So what I am so stressed out about?

“Am I enough?” I asked, “in the marriage, I mean. I’m scared that I won’t be the same woman you fell in love for the second time, that the marriage will just kill our romance.”

“You’re scared about that? We’re practically living like a married couple. We don’t argue, we have a phenomenal sex life, and we communicate really well.”

“That’s the thing: We don’t argue. I don’t know what sets you off, and you don’t know what sets me off, or at least *I* don’t know what sets you off.” I reasoned and he gave me a kind of a crooked smile.

“So you want us to argue more?”

“No! I mean, it’s just… we don’t know a lot about one another. What if, 5 years down the road you just suddenly decide you don’t like me anymore, our lifestyle and what we built together.”

“Bella, look at me. Look at me. I’m a socially awkward nerd who can barely talk to women as beautiful as you. I’m not particularly handsome or anything, and I’m not stylish. Do you think I have another chance with someone else out there?”

“Chris, you need to give yourself more credit.”

“Bella, come on. I know I’m not handsome, I know you know I’m not handsome. I know that the other girls know I’m not handsome. Face it, if it weren’t because I have a big dick I wouldn’t even have four girlfriends.”

“Chris, really you need to give yourself more credit! You’re handsome, stop saying you’re not! Sure you’re not early 2000’s Brad Pitt or George Clooney, but you are handsome and a beautiful soul! I’m glad I’m your girlfriend, and I’m damn sure the others think the same way.”

I crept closer to him and hugged him, kissing his forehead and cuddling tightly against him. When he gets like this, he becomes more withdrawn and depressed, then he’ll become quiet and then he starts isolating himself.

“Maybe *I’m* not enough. Maybe I’m the one who needs to look inside myself and have a conversation on if I’m ready. Maybe I’m forcing this engagement, forcing myself to you. I don’t even know if you’re ready, I mean we’ve only been dating for almost three years. Maybe… maybe I need to work on myself some more. Maybe… maybe I need to be… to be alone for a bit. Maybe I need to… grow up.”

I felt him pull away for a second but reached over and pull him against me. “No! Chris, stop! Stop, okay, you ARE enough, you’re MORE than enough! I’m just scared, alright! Scared of the future, scared of what might happen! I need you the way you are, I like how you’re a bit childish. I like how you play video games, but you’re not overly obsessed with it. I like how you can laugh at my silly jokes, even the very bad ones. I love everything about you!”

“Then you shouldn’t be so scared, and you should trust in us. I believe in us but if you’re having doubts, any doubts, then I need to know. Because I can’t give 100% of me into our engagement and you’re giving me 50%, alright? I don’t want you to wake up five years from now and then suddenly realize that the marriage was a mistake, because I’m with you all the way. I need to know if you’re with me.”

===

A couple of weeks have passed since that discussion, where I’m having my doubts in myself concerning the engagement. He’s been incredible with me, with us, and he hasn’t changed for the worse or anything. His test from the hospital came back negative, nothing extraordinary with his blood works and the scans told us nothing, although there is an increase level in testosterone. That could be from his daily exercises and diets, not necessarily because of the pills. From what the doctors can guess, it’s a mild reaction to one of the ingredients in the pills, which one it is we’ll never know.

He still cums like a god damn firehose, I don’t think we need Fireman Special anymore. Honey Dude, however, might be something we’ll try again.

But today is a special day for Chris and I: We’re going on a date! We haven’t gone on a date in long time, a very long time, and we’re overdue for one.

“So I’ve got the tickets for the movies, and then we’ll have dinner afterwards. Now, if you want we can go to a nightclub or a paint night. It’s up to you.”

“Oh, I love both of them. I haven’t gone to a club in a really long time, but at the same time I like painting.”

I want to dance again, I haven’t gone to the club since college, but my artistic side is aching for me to go and paint! On one hand, Chris is willing to go to the club even though he hates it, and on the other hand I can stretch my artistic fingers once again!

“Let’s do the club. We can always do paint night some other time, even if it’s all of us.”

He nodded in agreement.

===

Dinner was great, and the movie was alright. It’s my fault, I didn’t specify what movie I wanted to watch so he took a stab in the dark. Really, there wasn’t any movie that came out that interested me, so he thought I would enjoy this romantic movie, but I wasn’t feeling it.

Maybe it was because we were supposed to go to the club and I was more excited for that. He’s dressed in his best looking clothes, while I have on a pair of leggings, sneakers and a long sleeve crop top that’s pretty tight up top and it greatly exposes my midriff.

As we drove up to the club, it’s about 10:30 PM, I can tell it’s packed already with the way the line is super long. Chris didn’t look worried at all, in fact he’s all smiles as he held my hand. When we parked and got to the back of the line, he tugged at me and we kept walking past many onlookers. We got to the bouncers and I see one of them look down on them, big dudes and even taller than I am.

He gave them a golden hundred dollar bill, obviously fake, but as soon as he took it out and held it up for him to grab, he smiled and stepped aside and welcomed us in.

“VIP pass,” he smiled at me and as soon as I went into that room I felt the music just blast through my very being. Loud, booming, club music just pumping and booming. I could feel it all over my body, and I felt excited. I looked over at him and he’s wearing an uneasy smile but he urged me to go in.

One of the staff greeted us and leads us towards a cordoned off area of the club, with bottles of alcohol already waiting for us. Two men stood by and looked at us, smiles, and takes the velvet rope off and waves us in. Good lord, I feel like royalty and as I sit down and I continue to get bombarded with that music, I felt a feeling I haven’t had since I was in my teen and early 20’s.

The dance floor is littered with people, most are as young or younger than us but I can see a couple of older couples. I looked to him and pulled at his arm and he just nodded as we went off towards the dance floor.

For a good twenty minutes we danced. Now, I never took Chris for the type of person to dance, but he looked awkward trying to match my energy. I can tell he’s starting to get frustrated, mostly with himself being unable to get with the groove of things but I told him it’s fine for him to move on his own pace.

“I’m… I’m going to grab a drink,” he shouted over the music as he gestured towards the bar. I smiled and nodded at him, but I kept on dancing, enjoying myself.

The music really got to me and I got lost in it. I felt hands all around me, touching me and it didn’t even register in my head what was happening. The only reason I even snapped back to reality was when I heard a voice, a deep voice, next to my ears.

“Damn, baby, you got a fine looking ass.”

And that’s when I looked all around me to find myself surrounded by people who’s face I didn’t know. And the one person I did want to see wasn’t there. I pushed them away from me, pushed myself through the crowd and finally got to the bar.

Chris is sitting there with a pale brown drink in his hand. He’s got his head down. I called out for him, but the music was far too loud for him to hear me, so I started walking up to him. That’s when I see this bubbly brunette approach him. She twirled her curly hair on and around her finger, bit her lips as she talks to him and made sure to flash her doe eyes. Chris, in kind, replied and talked to her as well. He raised a finger up to the bartender who nodded, then moments later he comes back with a drink and slides it over to her. Afterwards, the two of them shared a toast.

I’m fuming. This is supposed to be our night, what is he doing buying another girl a drink!? I stomped by way to him then tapped his shoulder.

He looked up at me, swallowed his drink, waved her good bye and we left.

“I want to go home,” I told him and he nodded in agreement.

===

He was silent during our walk to the car, and he was silent getting in and driving away.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked him a few minutes later when we’re already on the road.

“What was what?” he replied, keeping his eye on the road, his tone lacked that jovial quality to it and instead he sounded slightly upset.

“This is our night together. You’re not supposed to be buying girls any drink.”

“Yeah, you’re right. This was supposed to be our night together and you’re not supposed to be dancing with random men and having their grubby hands all over you.”

I’m taken aback. “What? What do you mean?”

“I saw what was happening. When I came back, you were dancing with at least three guys. Three guys were all over you, grabbing and rubbing and just… all over, and that’s only what I saw when I came back. Who knows what happened while I was away.”

“What? I wasn’t dancing with random men, what are you talking about?”

“Bella, I’m not drunk, alright, I drank ginger ale the entire night. I know what I saw. Big beefy guys, all of them taller than you, better looking than I am that’s for sure.” He scoffed. I noticed his nose crinkle a bit, obviously he’s upset. “not my fault I’m fucking ugly, or that I’m a fucking dwarf compared to you.”

“Chris, what are you talking about!? I… I didn’t know I was dancing with them, I was lost in the music and I was just dancing. I thought I was dancing by myself.”

“Hmm, yeah, alright. Then I was lost in the music too and drinking in the bar by myself when a girl came up to me, showed me interest and I still had the presence of mind to decline her.”

“That’s not the same thing!” I hollered at him.

“Yeah, it’s not, you’re right. Yours is actually worse.”

He sighed again, heavily and I can see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. His lips tightened, he’s breathing in slowly and steadily but ultimately he’s trying to calm himself down.

But I can tell it’s not working. He’s far too worked up for his usual methods to work, but thank god we’re near the house.

He’s angry, but he hasn’t stopped being a gentleman. As soon as we parked he got out and opened my door for me. Then he opened the front door for me to allow me to get through. But he did walk faster ahead of me and into the bedroom.

He sat on the bed with his head in his palm, breathing deep and long and exhaling slowly. I watched as he, again, tried to calm himself down but it’s not working. He’s really angry, too angry to even know what to do with it.

Usually, he would have sex with us if he’s angry like this but he hasn’t been angry AT us. Alana, Roxxy and Alexa are already asleep and Chris isn’t the type to wake up anyone for his indulgence.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, trying to break the silence. Chris looked up and at me, his hands clenching tightly and relaxing.

“I just want to know why? Why couldn’t you have known I wasn’t there. Why couldn’t you have known that those hands aren’t mine?”

“I told you, the music just… just got me into a trance. It’s my fault, I should’ve told you I get like this when I go into clubs, but we’ve never gone to one together and I thought we wouldn’t even go to one. Obviously it was fine during my college days, but now, well now it’s not. I’m sorry, and I swear I did take myself away as soon as I got ahold of myself. You can even ask Alana, she and I used to go clubbing!”

He looked at me skeptically but then gave a heavy sigh. “I’m still anxious. I can’t sleep like this. I believe you, Bella, but I don’t want to go to sleep angry because mom taught me to never do that. I need to calm down.”

I started taking my shirt off but he grabbed my hands. “Bella, no you don’t have to.”

“I want to. I’m angry too, angry at myself because I allowed that to happen. I should’ve known better, I should’ve gone with you to the bar. Instead, I let my head get lost in there. Damn it, I should’ve picked paint night instead.”

I crawled up to him and we kissed, and it seems that all of his worry is melting away with each passing of our lips. He grabbed me back and ushered me further up to him, moaning as we kissed. I started taking my leggings off but he stayed my hands. “Keep them on.”

I stood up before him as he looked me over up and down. ‘Bend over,” he said and so I did. I bent over by the waist, reaching for my toes, and I felt him peel my leggings off of me. “G-String tonight. You wanted your ass to pop out, didn’t you.”

“I was doing it for you, if you’re trying to insinuate anything,” I corrected, “I’ve been loyal ever since we were official even before we broke up.”

“I’m just saying you wanted them to pop,” he said flatly, “you’re the one adding everything else.”

This son of a bitch.

He rubbed and massaged my ass, pulled my G-String up roughly so it rubbed my pussy. “Your body really is built for fucking,” he said with such a harsh tone. He’s never talked to me like this before, is it because of the anger?

“Chris, please don’t say words like that,” I said to him but he only slapped my ass, “Chris, I’m serious! Please, be a bit more respectful.”

He gave a soft grunt as he sets my G-String back down, slipped my leggings back up and stood up. “I’ll just… go and play some video games right now.”

Wait, what? What? What!? Oh no, not this shit again. He hasn’t pulled this stunt with me in a long ass time, and now he’s going to fucking rile me up and then just not follow through!?

So I grabbed him by the arm and pushed him onto the bed. I climb atop him and looked down on his somewhat calm face. “No, you fucking won’t. You’ve been acting like a moody bitch since the club, and I know it’s because of me but I’ve apologized for it already. But you turning me on and then not playing with me? That is NOT ok.”

“Bella, I’m angry. I’m STILL angry, and I don’t want to do anything tonight that I’ll regret tomorrow.”

“Like what? Like hurting me? Babe, you know you can channel that into sex, right? Come on, be rough with me. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

So he grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me over to my stomach then climbed atop my legs, gathering my hair within his palm and pulling. “I can be rough,” he said, and I could feel him taking his pants off. “I can be rough,” he growled as he pulled at my leggings, pulling it tight and then grabbing at the stretched material with his teeth and tearing it. He ripped a hole through my pants and shoved his fingers inside my already wet cunt.

“Now, put your face down and ass up. Don’t say anything,” he said firmly as he slapped my rear and let my hair down around me. I did as he ordered and I felt him rip a huge hole on my legging. “Look at this ass, and you’re still jealous of Raissa? I mean, your ass is fat and soft, why are you still jealous?”

He slapped a cheek and then the other, and again and again until I was begging for him to stop hitting. “I said don’t say anything,” he growled as he slapped my ass again, a bit harder than before. True to Chris’ fashion, he slid my G-String aside and stuck his face on my mound, breathing deeply while sucking and licking me up.

“Already fucking wet,” he examined, “not even five minutes in and you already want it bad.”

I can hear his slurps, how he licks my pink insides and plays with my clit. He’s got me wanting him more and more, and I had to bite the fat of my palm just to stop me from moaning.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over so I’m facing the edge of the bed. He grabbed his cock, lifts it up and rests it against my cheek. “Don’t touch,” he said with a wag of his finger. He reached down and fondles my tits, all the while his dick is literally a half-inch away from my mouth. I can smell the musky stench, how it’s starting to get me drunk. My mouth salivates for it, and it’s leaving a film of precum across my cheeks that smells even more manly.

Then I noticed his balls, somewhat large. “D-Did you take… did you take a Fireman Special?” I asked and he looked at me and pressed a finger against my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he said and finally the moment I’ve been waiting for. So I opened my mouth and he slowly stuffed it with his meat, letting me savor the beautiful taste. For a few minutes he stayed there, with me bobbing on his cock and trying to take him deeper down my mouth.

“Now, you better open wide,” he said and with only a couple second’s passing he started really, really shoving his man-meat inside my throat. He would rear his hips back and then thrust it down into my throat, over and over.

He’s tearing my throat up! Every time he thrust in I can feel it widen to accommodate his size. But my god does it get me even more wet, with my usually laid back and quiet boyfriend being so rough with me.

After five minutes of him fucking my face, he finally slowed down, “on your back, now,” he commanded and so I did. I got on my back, spread my leg for him, and waited. But instead he straddled my stomach and slapped my tits with his meat, then slid it in between. I pressed my tits together while he sawed in between, jabbing my lips with his thick head. He grunts and moans and then shoved the head into my mouth. Faster and faster he went until he gave me a deep, groan and unloads a big cum dump into my mouth. Every shot from his cock is a mouthful of deep, rich cum that I struggled to swallow since he kept cumming and cumming.

“Oh god, oh god my stomach is so full of your cum,” I groaned as he finally took his cock out from my mouth.

For the first hour and a half he fucked me good and hard. He wasn’t kind at all, he was extremely rough with his thrust. I begged him to slow down, but he shook his head and kept fucking me hard. He came inside me finally, but then he wasn’t done. He shoved that big dick of his inside of my mouth and fucked my face again. I damn near vomited if it wasn’t for him letting me breathe every couple of minutes. Again, he unloaded his delicious cum inside of my stomach, shot it directly down my throat.

On the brighter side, I finally took him down my throat, all the way.

“L-let me… let me rest,” I begged again but he dragged my leg over to the edge of the bed. “This is your third orgasm, don’t you want to rest!?”

“I’m not done with you,” his tone low and menacing, “I’m not done punishing you.”

He slides it in easily since he’s been fucking me for the past two hours, but god damn does it still feel fantastic.

“Fuck me harder, slam that cock into me!” I screamed at him. I’m hoping that if I can get him to give me a bigger burst of that sweet, sweet cum, he’ll finally let me sleep. I’m so fucking tired, but I’m still horny and I want to be fucked more.

“Stretch me out, mold my pussy to your cock,” I muttered against his ear as he lowered himself. I’m starting to feel him calm down, since he started kissing me again, and it’s a welcomed change.

“I’m feeling better now,” he whispered, “I’m sorry, I’ve been acting out.”

“Oh baby, you can angry-fuck me any time you want.”

That certain roughness he showed me, the vigorous, emotionless thrust and claps and penetration, it’s like he didn’t care about my feelings, or if I’m hurting. All he cared about was getting off, his own orgasm. I found it hot. I found it erotic and even more attractive since he’s not usually like that. While I love his carefree demeanor, how he puts his women before his needs, sometimes I think he needs to be a bit more selfish.

I want to be more to him, more than his fiancé. I want to be his wife, for as long as possible, and so if I’m going to do that I cannot be doing stupid shit like this night. His touch is so gentle, his kisses are plenty, and he fucks like a god damn madman. I didn’t think there was a perfect man until he came along, and I almost lost him twice.

“Im going to fill you up,” he grumbled as he got on his knees and pulled me over so I’m resting over it then pulled me up so I’m straddling him. Deeper into his cock I went, and I couldn’t stop cumming just from feeling his meat whacker flutter and bulge inside of me. I set myself up on my felt and bucked against him, holding him tightly while our lips osculates. I watched as my pussy lips latched at him tightly as I rose up.

I wanted his cock. I wanted it hard. So when I draw myself up, I went all the way to the tip. His cock is so long that Im nearly at a right angle.

Then I slammed myself down on him with a loud, wet, thud.

The intensity of that, just the speed that he went inside me, it made me loose consciousness for a couple of second as the intensity of the pleasure I got was too much. Of course I wanted more. Of course I needed more, my pussy yearns for it now that it had a taste.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!!!” I roared as I went on, slamming myself down harshly on him with wild abandon. Every cervix kisses gave me a much wanted orgasm, that body shaking full body orgasm and I still didn’t stop.

“S-Slow down,” he gasped as he grabbed my ass so I wouldn’t veer off. “I-I’m gonna-“

Then he held my ass down against himself and pushed himself up. He pumped his liquid dna into me roughly, I could feel the pressure alone just squirting into me. Dear god, how much did he put in me!? The damn pills certainly my worked, he put out so much when we started, and I thought it would lessen.

But I’m still hungry! I want more!

“Fuck my ass, Chris,” I hissed against his lips, “fuck my ass and own me forever.”

“But… but we haven’t done it since New Years? Are you sure?”

“I don’t care. I want you to fuck my ass.”

He nodded as I lift myself up and off of him, a stream of his cum flowing out from my spent pussy, then I looked down and poised my asshole over him.

I bit my lip and lowered myself. I want it. I want him to really own me.

His head pushed into me until it crowned and that intense pain shot up all over my body. God damn it feels like the first time all over again. Slowly I pumped myself on just the head alone, letting my ass get used to his size.

“S-Slow down babe,” he crowed, “you’re so f-fucking tight!”

He says it often but it never gets old.

The cum from my pussy started dripping down my taint, providing extra lubrication, but as more and more of him goes in, I noticed more and more of his white goodness is spilling out. His rough thickness just spreads me so good and I couldn’t hold my moans back. I rode him, bouncing my ass on his thick cock while he spreads my cheeks apart and sucked on my tits.

That pain, while great, still lingered. But as time went on and I adjusted, it started feeling so good again, like how I remembered, but with the added girth and length it sent me over the moon. While I rocked back and forth against him, I can’t remember how many times I came. While I rocked, I felt the cum he pumped into me spill out and stain his crotch.

More and more we fucked, neither one of us looking away, just letting our minds swim in each other’s eyes. His hazel eyes, like a perfectly mixed morning coffee with two sugars and cream, just the way I like it.

“I want you from behind,” he softly said, lust dripping off each word. I nodded and got off of him and on all fours, looking back to him.

He squeezed and played with my ass, “baby you have such a fat ass,” he said as he gave it a light tap, “I can watch it jiggle all night.

“Oh yeah?” I said with a grin as I bounced my ass for him, “like that? You like watching it bounce for you?”

“Ah shit,” he groaned as he grabbed my ass firmly and scraped his teeth against it. He gave it a few kisses and licked it, then went back up and rubbed his erection against it.

Then I felt him enter me again. That furiously slow pace of him stretching me wide as he bottoms out, finally.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” he gasped as his pelvis kissed my ass.

“Come on. You wanted to make my ass shake, then make it bounce for you, daddy,” I taunted, “come one, you know exactly what to do.”

“Don’t pull out too rough and hard now, I still want to keep a nice looking butthole.”

I’m afraid of some of the anal porn videos I’ve seen where their assholes are mangled up. I don’t know if that’s from the actor fucking the actress too hard and fast, or from something else.

Chris stayed inside me for a bit, just breathing in slow and steady while my chocolate starfish clenches him tightly. He finally pulls back a little bit only to slam into me hard and fast. “Fuck, baby!” I screamed as he grabbed my hips a little bit more tightly. He pulled back again, slowly and letting that thick helmet of his rub against my insides. Then, he slammed it in hard again.

He kept this tempo of pulling back slowly, letting that intense pressure slowly ebb away, but only for it to come back in a furious manner. He’s got my arms weak and I ended up falling over to my face, drooling and orgasming so hard for him.

It’s such an intense feeling too. His dick is so fucking big and thick, that every time he slams himself into me, I would have mini orgasms.

But the big one, the big orgasm came when he fucking went all the way back and slowly slid it in, and then halfway through he threw his hips towards my ass.

My stomach fell to the bed, along with him on top of me. I’m biting the sheets, trying not to scream so loud but he kept on fucking and fucking, just without any regard to my own feelings.

Then, he laid down against me, brushed my hair to the opposite side. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered into my ears as he nibbled on its tip.

“Fill me up, babe. Fill me up with your hot load,” I whispered back and his thrust eventually came in short burst. Finally, he gave me a long roar as he drummed my ass several times and I felt his cock expand and then contract, letting loose a volley of hot ropes inside of me. I could feel it splash against my insides, several warm loads just costing me.

“So fucking warm!” I screeched as I grabbed at thin air, hoping to catch ahold of something, but he held my hand.

“F-Fuck!” He gasped, “fuck your so hot and beautiful!”

I didn’t feel him soften; he’s still so fucking hard! As he retrieves himself from me, he laid next to me. “Oh god, that was so fucking good baby. Did those guys make you jealous or something?”

“Of course I was jealous! You know I can’t dance very well, and seeing you dancing with them, yeah you can say I was jealous. Did that girl make you jealous?”

I crawled next to him, not wanting to spill the hot cum inside my asshole. He gave me a kiss as he embraced me.

“Yeah. Yeah, I was jealous. You belong to me, Alana, Roxxy and Alexa.”

“And you belong to me,” he replied as he rubbed my lips, “let’s get cleaned up before bed.”

It felt like I had to take a shit when I stood up, I had to walked with a clenched asshole, otherwise I’d be leaving a trail behind me. But when I got inside the shower, well it flowed out of me easily, sliding down my thigh. He washed his cock, still hard, and his large balls softly and carefully.

Then I grabbed him again and pulled him close to me and we shared another kiss as I helped to make sure it’s clean. Alana did tell us that we shouldn’t have vagina or oral sex after anal, as the risk of getting an infection is present no matter how much I clean myself.

But we couldn’t help ourselves. I kneeled down and sucked him off again, trying to get him down my throat as far as I could. The earlier throat fucking didn’t help in loosening me up for his cock, because without him forcing it down my throat, I could not do it.

But it was enough for him. He never ask for more than we can give. Looking at his body, how his muscles have grown and he now has a well chiseled frame, how the water cascades off each bump and crevice. Oh god does it make me want him.

He fed me more cum! Dear god, he already came so much but I guess the pill worked really well for him and his cock don’t expand like we thought it would. I don’t think we’d want him to be carrying a foot long package in there, that’s far too much in my opinion.

Honey Dude is also working. He didn’t taste sweet when we started, but now I can taste it really well. I made sure to suck up the rest out, and he gave me a lasting gasp when I finished.

But when I stood up, he lifts up a leg of mine and stuck his STILL hard cock inside of me!

“Again?!” I gasped as I felt his hard cock penetrate me, pushing into my freshly rinsed pussy, “if we keep this up, we’ll never get out of this shower.”

He held my hip while my leg hooked over behind his right hip. “I’m still… I want to cum one more time,” he said.

“Go ahead, use me baby. Use my pussy,” I cooed as I rubbed his chest, “fuck me until you cum again.”

My legs felt weak, and he sensed that. He picked me up, and I’m glad I’m able to do this with him. He’s actually strong enough to carry me now, and for once we’re seeing eye to eye. I felt beautiful. I felt cute and petite. I wrapped my leg around his hips while he cupped my ass, and he fucked me while we kissed.

Then he gave me a howling groan as he unloaded another massive burst into me. The feeling of the cool water and the hot cum seeping into me was a great contrast, and I dipped my head against his shoulders. “Oh, baby…” I groaned as my hands grabbed at his back muscles. I can still fell his fat cock cumming, freshly baptizing my insides with his seeds.

Afterwards he sat me down slowly, letting my shaking legs rest against the cool marble floor. He sat with me after grabbing the detachable shower head and washed out my insides. His cock is still hard, still wanting more, but he confessed that it felt a little sore.

“Hah, only a little sore?” I laughed and he joined me as our foreheads rest against one another. He rubbed my pussy as he washed it, but then he started rubbing and playing with my clit. I stared in his eyes and he stared into mine as he pinched and twisted my clit, sending me into another massive orgasm as my face contorted in pleasure. My whole body convulsed and contracted and I whimpered and shriveled into an orgasmic mess.

Like a true gentleman, my boyfriend picked me up princess-carry style and took me to bed after drying me off. He gave me another kiss as he settled down next to me.

~ End of Part 48 ~

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