It’s taken me a while to get this next part written, in part because these memories were hard for me to relive. I think we all have episodes in our lives we’re not proud of, or that left us with mixed emotions. This was one of those times for me. If you haven’t caught up with the previous account, it’s [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y3zgou/my_nerdy_girlfriend_taking_it_to_the_next_level/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf). And this is a long story, but if you’ve followed this so far, you’ll appreciate reading the details. This chapter starts off exactly where the last one ended.
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“Hey Girlfriend,” I said.
“Hey Boyfriend,” Beth replied. It was the happiest I’d felt in my life, and at that time I thought nothing would ever change that. I was high on the connection we felt with each other. It was new, it was special, it was exciting.
We cleaned everything up, hopped in the shower together, then got into her bed naked. Beth laid there under the covers on her side up against me, with her head in the crook of my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I was on my back with my arm around her and my other hand on hers. She fit so perfectly up against me; it was like we were sculpted to fit together exactly like that. We were tired from a long day and a wild night. We drifted off to sleep, both of us happier than we ever thought we’d be.
I woke up to the sun beaming through the windows, preceded by my stiff morning wood, but barely covered by the bed sheet. Beth had rolled off me at some point during the night and had stolen all the covers. I smiled and laughed – it just seemed like something a girlfriend would do. It was cold, though, so of course I pulled the covers back to my side to at least get myself a little bit of warmth. Then I slid over to her side of the bed and pressed up against her. What better wake up call than my boner poking her ass cheeks, right? I spooned up against her, reached around and played with her nipple. She started to wake up as I kissed her neck.
“Mmmmm…,” Beth purred. With a yawn, she stretched her arm above her head, which allowed me better access to play with her boobs. Squinting from the sun coming in the window, she said, “oomph, I was tired. Why’s it so bright?”
“We were both tired,” I told her. “The sun’s been up for a while.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
I checked her clock across the room. “Nine-twenty-two,” I said. “Now nine-twenty-three,” as the clock changed.
Beth sat straight up in bed. “Shit shit shit!” she shouted.
“What is it?” I responded.
“My flight’s at eleven!” she panicked. “I didn’t finish packing yet! I’m supposed to be at the airport already!”
“Okay, let me help you – you get in the shower, I’ll grab the rest of your things, just tell me what you need.”
We sprang out of bed, got the shower going, and Beth grabbed some clothes to put on. I slid back into my jeans and shirt and threw on a hat. She hopped in for a quick shower and started giving me instructions for what else to pack. Shoes from her closet – check. See if she’s already packed socks – some, ok grab a couple more pairs – check. Her toiletries were all there in the bathroom – check. Oh, get her gloves and hat, since it’s going to be cold – check. The book from the table in the living room – check. Sunglasses and lip balm from her nightstand drawer – I grabbed the sunglasses but couldn’t find the lip balm at first.
“You said the lip balm is in the nightstand?” I shouted from the bedroom.
“Yeah, it’s in the drawer somewhere,” she replied.
I fished around trying to find it. There was a lot of stuff in there. Some shoelaces, a pair of scissors, a silver bullet vibrator – interesting, I knew I’d have to remember that. I finally found the lip balm, which had rolled to the back. As I picked it out of the drawer, I also noticed a letter of some sort. It was hand written on nice stationery, and I noticed it was signed, “Love, Philippe.” I glanced at the body of the letter, something about how long it’s been, missing you, and “cannot wait to see you.” I felt my hackles stand up. What the hell was this? I looked at the envelope it came in, which matched the stationery. International postmark, dated about a week before, the stamps indicated it was from France.
The shower turned off and I heard the curtain slide open. “Did you find it?” Beth shouted from the bathroom.
I quickly stuffed the letter back in and closed the drawer. “Yeah,” I replied. “Anything else?”
That was everything. Beth quickly got dressed and we stuffed the last few items in her suitcase. Out the door, down the stairs, and I broke all the speed limits driving her to the airport. On the painted curb, it was time to say our goodbyes. Beth threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. We stood there enjoying each other’s tongues for what would be the last time for a few weeks. She pulled back and smiled at me. “I’ll see you in…” she looked skyward while she calculated it in her head, “four weeks, two days, and…” she had to think, “seven hours.”
I smiled back. “You’re so precise!” I said. “Enjoy France.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll miss you!”
One last peck on the lips and she turned to go inside. I watched her walk to the door. God, I loved to simply watch her move, knowing what her body looked like under those clothes. She turned around just before she got there, smiled and waved.
So that was it for the next few weeks. I hadn’t been looking forward to this. I was really into Beth and wanted to spend all my free time with her. And of course the sex was incredible. I drove back to town and headed to my apartment. David was there packing his things for winter break. We chatted a bit as I explored the fridge for something to eat. I had been thinking about that letter I found in Beth’s drawer. So I told David about it.
After describing what I’d seen in those few hurried moments – the nice stationery, the “miss you” and the “Love, Phillipe,” and that it had come recently from France, I said, “what do you think that was all about?”
“Well,” David thought about it. “She’s going to France with her family, right?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Does she have relatives in France?”
“Not that I know of,” I replied. “But there’s a lot I don’t know about Beth.”
“And you’re sure it said it had been a long time, ‘I miss you,’ and ‘cannot wait to see you?’” David asked.
“Yeah,” I said again.
“And it was signed, ‘Love, Phillipe?’”
“Uh, yeah.” I said worryingly.
“Hmmm.” David said.
Long pause. “Hmmm what?” I insisted.
“Look dude,” David replied, “it’s probably nothing. He’s probably just some friend of the family or something. Aren’t the French all lovey-dovey the way they talk every day? Don’t worry about it.”
That didn’t make me feel any better. “Don’t worry about what? You think she’s into this dude?”
“You’re getting jealous already and you don’t even know why,” David said. He was right of course. “Look, don’t dwell on this for the next month, man. Just enjoy Christmas break and ask her about it when she’s back.”
“Or maybe I can call Laura,” I said. “Maybe she knows who this guy is.”
“Dude!” David scolded me.
“Fine,” I conceded. “You’re right.”
So we changed the subject, David finished packing, and a little while later he headed out for home. I was going to hang around and leave for home the next day, so I ran a couple of errands and then headed to the gym.
The gym wasn’t very crowded since most of the students had already left town. It was leg day for me, so I got set up by the squat rack and started my routine. I was on my second set when in the mirror I saw a gorgeous blonde walk up to the dumbbell rack. She was wearing gym shorts and a cropped top that strained to hold back her huge tits. She had a tight waist and just the hint of an outline on her abs. Her legs were nicely toned from her heels to her ass. I felt myself getting a semi right away. “Damn,” I thought to myself. “Beth has only been gone a few hours and I’m already this horny.” Gym Girl was working through a set of incline presses with some rather heavy dumbbells. I finished my second set and sat down to rest. With my back to her, I watched her in the mirror. She had impressively defined biceps – not too bulky but clearly there, very sexy. As she pressed up, her tits squeezed together and pushed out. I felt my dick get harder – it was gonna be a minute before I could try my last set of squats. Then, on her second set Gym Girl started to struggle pressing the dumbbells overhead. I was too busy staring at her tits, but the guy on the bench press next to her hopped up to give her a spot. I could see her smile and thank him, then he helped her for a while. They kept talking, and though I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I could see the flirtation. He stuck with her and was clearly working his game. It made me super horny. “Shit,” I told myself. “This is going to be a long month.”
Over the next 40 minutes or so, I went through the rest of my routine. All the while, I was watching Gym Girl and Gym Guy doing their flirtatious mating dance. I watched him brush against her ass when she bent over. I saw her spread her legs a bit too much on the leg press. I got a good look at her hard nipples poking through her top. Gym Guy was getting her attention. “Damn, this guy seems smooth,” I thought. It sure looked like he was going to get her number. I finished up and went to the locker room.
I sat on the bench in front of my locker for a few minutes, just resting after the workout. I started thinking about this Philippe dude again. Maybe he was some guy at a gym who gave Beth a spot on the incline press, and now he’s got Beth’s number? “Jesus, man, get a grip,” I told myself. I got up and stripped down, then headed to have a shower. As I was walking across the locker room, I spotted Gym Guy in the next locker bay, wrapping a towel around himself and heading the same direction.
This was back in the day, mind you, when men were men and showers were open. Ten shower heads and a tile floor was all you got. There was another guy in there, so I followed Locker Room Rules and chose the shower head that maximized the distance between me and him. Then Gym Guy hung up his towel and walked in. He also followed the rules, which put him three shower heads down on the same side as me. Now in this situation, guys always check each other out. They just do it discreetly. So as I turned around to rinse off my back, I took a peek at Gym Guy, who was facing away from me at the moment. Dude was chiseled. He was certainly in better shape than me – about the same height but much better definition on his arms, legs, and back. I told myself that I need to spend more time hitting the weights. I stuck my head under the water to rinse my hair, the. turned back around, and this time Gym Guy was facing me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This dude was fucking hung. I mean, I was proud of my body, but damn this guy had so much more to work with. He was hanging there soft and must have been twice as long as me, and definitely thicker. I know I’m a grower not a shower, but shit. I was impressed to say the least. At that moment, I became aware that my eyes had lingered too long and I was violating Locker Room Rule #1 – Keep Your Eyes Up High. Gym Guy must have noticed, because I saw him grin a little. He turned back to face the water and so did I. I could still see him out of my peripheral vision as he grabbed the soap and started lathering up his massive dick. I felt myself starting to get a bit swollen. I kept my eyes facing forward as he turned slightly toward me, stroking his dick with the lather, pretending just to be getting cleaned up.
The first guy in the shower walked out. Then Gym Guy spoke up. “Hey dude,” he said.
What the fuck? He was violating Locker Room Rule #5 – Do Not Speak In The Shower to Dudes You Don’t Know. “Uhh, hey,” I replied.
“I saw you looking at that chick,” he said. “Smoking hot, isn’t she?” He continued to stroke his massive, soapy dick. I continued to pretend not to notice.
“Hell yeah,” I said. “Nice job giving her a spot.” My dick was swelling, making it more difficult to pretend not to notice.
“Yeah, man. I’d really like to bone her.” He was totally hard now. Probably 8.5 inches and thick. Stroking and talking to me. This was really awkward, but it also made me horny thinking about this guy fucking her.
The pretense was over now. “Shit,” I said, “with the size of your equipment, you’d ruin her for the rest of us.” I was completely hard now and stroking myself.
“Dude, you’ve got plenty of your own,” he complimented me. “I could see us doubling up on a chick like that.”
“Fuck, that would be hot,” I said. Both of us were rock hard and stroking. We both stood there for a minute, watching each other stroke our hard cocks. I imagined what it would be like to have his extra length and girth, feeling the weight of my own cock in my hand. I decided I wanted to cum and was going to if Gym Guy did.
Just then, an old guy came walking into the shower room. Gym Guy and I both quickly turned our backs to the newcomer. My hard-on subsided quickly, and I rinsed myself off and grabbed my towel. I got dressed and headed out to my car. Gym Guy was back at his locker by then and gave me the ol’ head nod on the way out. “See you around, man,” he said. I gave the head nod back and walked out.
Driving home, I replayed images in my head of Gym Guy’s huge cock, imaging the two of us with Gym Girl, bending her over the weight bench and taking turns railing her doggystyle. It also made me think again about this Phillipe jerk, wondering if he had a massive French cock he’d be ramming into Beth from behind. I was so conflicted – horny and confused, not sure what I was jealous of, not sure what was turning me on. I got home, sat on the couch, and rubbed one out. It was Gym Girl and Gym Guy and me that I pictured. But as I blew my load all over my chest, I saw Beth, intense passion on her face getting fucked hard by some tan asshole with an accent. “Damn you are seriously twisted,” I told myself, as I grabbed a beer and settled in for the evening.
One beer led to three as I watched some old sci fi movie on TV. I couldn’t get the images I’d invented out of my head – Beth on her knees sucking some big uncut French cock; Beth on her back, legs spread pulling some big uncut French cock into her waiting pussy; Beth on all fours getting rammed doggy style by some big uncut French cock.
“Dammit,” I said out loud to myself. “I’m calling Laura.”
I fished around in my kitchen drawer for the paper Beth had written phone numbers on. It had Laura’s number at her parents house – not sure why she’d left it but I knew it was there somewhere. After a few minutes, I found it. I paused. Was this a good idea? I didn’t know. But I knew I was going to continue to stew about this Phillipe motherfucker for the next four weeks. And it was a long distance number, so calling it was gonna cost me a couple bucks.
Fuck it. I dialed the number. It rang a few times and a woman answered. I guessed it was Laura’s mom. I told her who I was and asked for Laura. I a few moments I had Laura on the phone.
“Hey you,” Laura said suggestively. Damn, she always talked to me that way. I loved it. But I had to stay focused. “I didn’t expect a call from you? Feeling lonely already?” she asked with s sexy giggle. Dammit, stay focused.
“Hey Laura,” I started. “Yeah, I suppose I’m already missing Beth,” I admitted. We chatted for a few moments before I got straight to what was on my mind. I didn’t tell Laura about the letter. Instead, I asked her, “is Beth visiting anyone in particular while she’s in France?”
“Uh, I’m not sure what you mean,” she said.
“Like, I was just wondering if she has family in Paris, like a cousin or something,” I explained.
“Not that I know of,” she said. But it seemed she was holding something back. “Why do you ask?” Yep, her tone was cautious now.
I went straight for it. “Do you know anything about a guy named Phillipe?”
Silence on the other end.
“Laura?” I called out.
“Umm…,” she hesitated. “Didn’t Beth tell you about him?” Now I was really concerned.
“Tell me what?” I pleaded.
More silence.
“Laura, what the fuck is this all about?” I demanded.
“Shit,” she said. “I thought she was going to tell you.”
“Fucking tell me what?” I was getting really worked up.
“Don’t get pissed off at me, dude,” she said in a raised voice.
“I’m sorry,” I calmed down. “Can you please just tell me what this is all about?”
Laura hesitated. “Alright, look. I shouldn’t be the one to tell you this. But I suppose I still owe you for sticking up for me with Steven.”
“What’s going on?” I pleaded.
Laura explained. “So this guy Phillipe is from somewhere near Paris. He was an exchange student visiting the U.S. and Beth’s family hosted him for a few months back when Beth was in high school. He’s a couple years older than her.”
“Go on,” I said.
“Phillipe was her First,” Laura explained.
I was silent for a moment. “I see,” I said finally, starting to feel emotions that I couldn’t really identify.
“Apparently they slept together several times while he stayed with them,” Laura continued. “I don’t think I should say anything else.”
“Come on,” I said. “So she’s going to see him on this trip?”
“Well,” Laura said. “Her family went to Paris over the summer between high school and college and they slept together again. They’ve stayed in touch for a long time. That’s what she told me anyway.”
“So she’s going over there to fuck him?” I blurted out.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Laura said, with genuine conflict in her voice. “Beth told me she heard from Phillippe recently and they were going to meet up. That’s really all I know.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t say anything.
“Look,” Laura continued. “Beth is really into you. I don’t think she’s going to do anything to jeopardize that. Phillippe might have been her First, but from what she’s shared with me, you’ve totally rocked her world.”
Laura’s attempt to soften the blow to my ego didn’t work. I was raging with jealousy and heartbreak. How could Beth do this to me? I pictured her in his bed, in his arms. I pictured him, chiseled and tan like Gym Guy, with Gym Guy’s huge cock.
“Thanks for telling me, Laura,” I said. “Have a good break.”
“Hey,” Laura said. “Please don’t do anything you’ll regret. You’re both very special to me and I want the best for both of you.”
I said thanks and goodbye, then hung up the phone. I was boiling with emotions. I was jealous of course, but also angry and confused. I wasn’t sure what to think about what Laura told me. I tried to rationalize it all and understand why Beth didn’t tell me about Phillippe. But despite everything I came up with to try to explain it, I was simply hurt. Very deeply hurt. And that made me even more angry and jealous. I grabbed a beer, cracked it open and chugged. I knew it wouldn’t make me feel better about the situation, but it was an escape. I grabbed another one and took a big swig. Five beers in about an hour was a lot even for a well-conditioned college student. I fell asleep on the couch at some point.
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and hungover, but maybe a bit clearer. Of course I was still feeling emotional about Beth, but I convinced myself to treat it like a break up. I was going to go home over the holidays and enjoy myself as much as possible without thinking about Beth. Whatever happened when we got back to school, I’d deal with it then. I packed my things and headed out.
But I didn’t just put Beth out of my mind. In a way, I thought about her more. Because while driving home, I hatched a plan. I was going to see Annie.
Oh, Annie. Same age as me, we’d known each other since we were little. When we were still in elementary school, we were each other’s first crush. We held hands and eventually had our first kiss. It was all rather innocent back then. As we grew up and made new friends, I’d had other crushes and officially dated some different girls in middle school – nothing serious there, some kisses and over-the-clothes feels. But Annie never did have another crush. It turned out she was pining for me that whole time, while I had moved on. We ended up at different high schools, and I hadn’t known that she’d continued to have a crush on me for all those years. But by sophomore year we had reconnected and started dating for real. And we were each other’s First. We dated for a few months until someone at my own school was more interesting to me, then I broke up with Annie and slept with one or two girls. In those droughts when I wasn’t dating someone at my own school, though, I would reconnect with Annie and she was always waiting for me. She never dated anyone else as far as I knew. So I basically used her for sex and cast her aside before coming back to her again.
I’d try new things with her and she was always willing – different positions, different places we’d do it. I practiced on Annie and perfected my oral skills that Steph taught me (see that post if you haven’t already). She was the first girl I tried anal with (it was unsuccessful at first, but she was willing to try anything with me and eventually we made it happen a few times). This continued until after the first semester of my sophomore year of college, so it had been a year since we’d been together. At that time, I had finally acknowledged the manipulative way I treated her and decided to simply stop coming back to her. But we had never discussed anything openly.
So I knew she’d still be there if I called. She always was. And that was my plan.
I called her up after Christmas and we got together for coffee. Annie was a Plain Jane – she was pretty but not in a made-up kind of way. Soft features, smallish tits, thin with a flat ass. When we met at the coffee shop it was late afternoon and we got to taking right away. We’d known each other so well and for so long that our familiarity was never lost. There were inside jokes, references to old times, and heavy flirtation. Pretty soon we headed out, went for a drive around town to see some of our old haunts, and ended up back at her parents’ house.
Standing on her front porch, I wasn’t sure if I was going to go further. My guilt over having been so manipulative with her was weighing on me. Annie put her arms around my neck and looked me right in the eyes.
“Why are you hesitating?” she asked. I didn’t answer but just stared back at her. She closed her eyes and planted a deep, wet kiss. Damn I was horny. “My folks drove up to my Aunt’s house,” she continued. “We’re all by ourselves and can make as much noise as we want.” Oh hell, I was already getting hard. Fuck it, I needed this for so many reasons, most of them the wrong reasons. I kissed her back, hard, thrusting my tongue into hers, while I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. “That’s more like it!” she said with a smile.
We hurried inside to her room. The lights were on, and I could see that she’d thought about this. She remembered some of our favourite encounters it would seem, since she had a bottle of lube on her nightstand, a vibrator and a small silicone dildo were next to it, along with a couple of cock rings. When I saw all this, I grinned at her and said, “you’ve gone shopping.”
“Shut up,” she said jokingly, and she went straight for my belt. She deftly unfastened everything and slid my pants and boxers down in one motion. My cock was instantly hard. Annie got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth as far as she could. It was about halfway in and she held it there, swirling her tongue and sucking firmly, then bobbing back and forth. I grabbed her hair in my fist and pushed her head further toward me, holding it there. She gagged hard so I let her go, and she coughed and gasped for air. She hadn’t deepthroated me before, so I thought maybe it was too much too fast. But Annie, always eager, got right back on my cock and thrust her head as far down as she could. I grabbed her hair again and pulled her back and forth, pausing on the downstrokes for a moment each time. I caught her teeth, but we didn’t stop. It was all spit and drool and gagging and teary eyes, and I was climaxing quickly. In all of five minutes total, I let out a loud moan and shot what felt like a huge load of jizz down her throat. Annie gagged more as electricity shot through my body and down my legs, which started to shake. I shouted “oh fuck!” as she swallowed every drop and then sprang to her feet.
Annie didn’t waste any time. She pulled my shirt over my head and I tugged hers off as well. She slipped her pants off quickly and came in for a deep kiss. I could taste my own cum on her tongue. I shoved Annie down onto her bed, and she instinctively spread her legs for me as I dove in. There was no gentle kisses or teasing, I went straight for her wet cunt. I thrust my tongue into her hole while she moaned. I moved up to her clit and sucked and swirled. She was wriggling and moaning with pleasure as I worked on her. I reached my hands under her knees and pressed her legs up to her chest. I moved lower to take another turn on her hole, when I noticed it. Fuck, she was wearing a butt plug. I stopped when I looked at it.
Annie put her pinky finger in her mouth, smiling from ear to ear. “You found my surprise!” she teased. It was so hot, and I was already getting hard again at the sight of it. I was speechless, so I just dove back in with a lustful ferocity. I ate her pussy like it was a death row meal. I flicked and sucked and tongued her pussy while I tweaked the butt plug with my hand. I skipped the one- and two-fingers and went straight in with three, stroking that g-spot and feeling the pressure of the butt plug beneath my hand. After that, Annie came quickly and hard. She screamed loudly, and bucked her hips, squeezed my head in her thighs like a vise, and she shook so hard the whole bed vibrated. When I released her, she was panting, out of breath, with a huge smile on her face. I didn’t pause for the next round.
I roughly picked her up and kissed her hard and deep, sharing the taste of her juice with her. Then I spun her around and pushed her face-first onto the bed. She dutifully slid up and got her knees under her. I knelt behind her and plunged my cock all the way in. She was tight but so wet that I was instantly balls deep in her. Annie gasped as I pulled out and thrust back in. I pounded her from behind for a couple of minutes. That’s when I saw Beth. I imagined it was Beth’s pussy stretching out around my thick cock. And I imagined that I was a big cocked French son of a bitch.
I pulled out for a moment and grabbed the lube and small dildo. I tugged on Annie’s butt plug, stretching out her asshole until it snapped shut again. I lubed up the small dildo and pressed it back in. It went in slowly to the sound of Annie’s loud moans. It stretched her out more with each inch, until it was finally all the way in, bigger around than the butt plug but not nearly as thick as me. I pushed back into her pussy again and pumped away. Each thrust pushed my pubes against the base of the dildo, and she whimpered at the motion of it in her ass.
I fucked her like this for a few solid minutes, seeing Gym Guy’s dick instead of my own, seeing Beth’s ass stretched around the dildo, seeing Gym Girl’s pussy wrapped around my cock, being a smug French motherfucker stealing Beth from me. Annie came with a vengeance, she screamed loud enough to wake the dead and shook even harder than before. I let her come down from her climax but wasn’t done yet.
I placed the vibrator by Annie’s side, reached for the lube again and smeared some on my dick. I chose the bigger cock ring and slipped it on. It was really tight and made my head swell and my veins pop. I knelt back on the bed and pulled the dildo out of Annie’s asshole. It tightened up but was gaping a little bit, ready for me. I added some lube to her hole and worked it inside with my fingers. Annie moaned loudly again.
Once again, I was Gym Guy, and French Guy, and it was Beth beneath me who needed to be assfucked. Annie pressed her face into the bed as I lined up my cock and pressed it in. I met resistance. I added some lube and pressed in again, steadily, and the tip of my dick slowly stretched out her tight asshole until it slipped in. Annie groaned, Beth groaned. I pressed in deeper as my shaft slid in. Annie shouted, “oh fuck!” and so did Beth. Gym Guy thrust his cock into Gym Girl’s asshole and Philippe slid into Annie. My head was spinning. I slid in all the way and paused. I could feel Annie’s ass muscles spasm as she got used to my girth. I saw Beth beneath Phillippe moaning with pleasure. I slid outward and slammed my cock back in, hard. “Yes!” yelled Annie and Beth and Gym Girl. I slowly slid out again and back in, out then hard back in.
Annie grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and held it to her clit. She moaned and said “oh fuck.” I thrust again and she screamed. She was already about to come. I slid back, just before the tip of my dick would pop out of her asshole, and I held it there. Annie slid the vibrator up inside her wet pussy. She moaned and squirmed. I slammed my cock back into her and held it deep inside. I could feel the vibrator like a steel cock inside her. I slid back again and held it there for a moment, teasing her. Annie moaned and whimpered. I could tell she was about to come again. I thrust harder and faster then, getting up a rhythm.
Annie screamed with each thrust. I grabbed hard onto her hips as I pumped faster. I still pictured Beth as I rammed my cock into her. Annie was gasping and screaming with each thrust. She was working the vibrator in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. I pounded her ass and started to feel my balls tighten. “Oh my god!” she yelled. I could feel how swollen my cock was, the ring making it as thick as it had ever been. I kept pounding her asshole and she yelled “oh god, fuck my ass!” That put me over the top, and I knew I was about to bust.
“Oh fuck,” I said, “I’m gonna cum!”
Annie’s legs were quivering again, and she was moaning and screaming with each thrust of my cock. “Cum in my ass” she shouted. A few more thrusts and I blew the biggest load ever, shooting it deep into her ass. My cock must have spasmed for over a minute as I held it there while Annie squirmed and moaned. I pulled out and she collapsed on the bed, breathing hard as she came down from her climax. I took off the cock ring and collapsed next to her.
We laid there catching our breath for a few minutes. That’s when I really started thinking about Beth. I was still angry and jealous and confused and hurt by what I knew, and by what I didn’t know, about Beth and Philippe. And to add to that, now I felt guilty – guilty for using Annie like this once again, guilty for doing this behind Beth’s back.
Annie and I crawled under the covers. She snuggled up against me and breathed contentedly. I felt Annie’s warm body and closed my eyes. I imagined it was Beth next to me. I wished that it was. As Annie traced her fingers around my chest, I imagined it was Beth. As Annie started to doze off, I wished I could wake up in the morning next to Beth.
At that point I didn’t know if I’d ever be with Annie or Beth again.
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