Amy and I continued to have a strong relationship through our freshman year, and we even shared an apartment over the summer as we’d both landed internships in New York. Once our internships ended, we went back home to our respective hometowns.
While back home, I met up with my best friend from high school, Andrew. Andrew and I had gone to the same school since 2nd grade, though we didn’t really become friends until middle school when we found ourselves in the same classes – a trend that would repeat every year until we graduated from high school. We’d kept in touch during our first year of college, but being in person we started catching up in greater detail, in particular talking about our sex lives. I told Andrew about Amy, including the details about Josh and Alice.
“So you’re a cuck then,” he stated.
“A cuck?” I was unfamiliar with the term.
“Yeah. Cuck. Cuckold. Don’t you remember from Mr. G’s English class when we had to read Shakespeare? Tina got sent to the principal’s office when she asked Mr. G if he was a cuckold.”
I did remember. Tina was a bold girl.
“Yeah I guess I am? I dunno man. It still feels weird to me to talk about how I watched Amy and Josh fuck, but it turns me on so much, so I’m pretty sure I like it.”
“Hey man, that’s cool. Whatever floats your boat. Maybe I can get a turn with that ass some day too,” he added with a smirk.
I punched his arm. “Oh yeah, of course” I added with heavy sarcasm, trying to chase away the image of Andrew fucking Amy that was sneaking into my mind’s eye.
I texted Amy about my newfound knowledge, and to my surprise she already knew what cuckolding was. Apparently Josh had once asked her whether she and I were into cuckolding, and so she’d looked it up. We texted about it for awhile.
“what do you like about it?” I asked.
“mm…the desire. i think its hot that your friends want me, and that i fuck them. i like that youre watching too”
I hadn’t specified cuckolding with one of my friends, but I guess Amy had other plans. Aroused, I made sure my door was locked before freeing my dick and stroked it slowly as I texted back.
“which of my friends do you want to fuck?” I ran through a list in my head, briefly imagining each of my friends fucking my girlfriend in various positions.
I saw that Amy was typing a response. Then she deleted it. Then typing again. Then deleted again. And then, “Kyle”.
I raised an eyebrow. Kyle was one of the brothers at Delta, as the majority of my friends were, who was two years older than us. I was a bit surprised that Amy would choose him, since I hadn’t really seen them hang out together much. He was two years older than us, and as a junior last year had been pretty busy interviewing. I’d gotten to know him through the pledge events, but could only remember seeing him at one party all of last semester. I had a guess as to why she might have chosen him, but I decided to play it safe and ask why.
“well…you know the rumors about black guys,” she replied.
I was right. She wanted to fuck a BBC.
“yeah, i do. do you like big dicks?” I shot back.
For the second time, I watched as she typed and deleted repeatedly. Her reply was just as short as her last.
“yes”
My heart skipped a beat. I had known since our threesome with Josh that Amy thought my dick was small, and I’d clearly heard her praise Josh’s size while they were fucking, but I had thought she was just trying to motivate him to fuck harder. Was she actually a size queen? If so, was she satisfied with me? She started typing another message.
“im touching myself. im so wet”
I came. I’d been masturbating this entire time, and imagining my girlfriend touching herself while thinking about fucking Kyle’s BBC drove me over the edge.
“i just came,” I replied.
I saw that Amy read my message, but she didn’t reply. I figured she was too focused on masturbating and went to the bathroom to clean up. With post-orgasm clarity, I wondered if I really wanted to see Amy fuck another guy again. I thought about how Josh had fucked her, and imagined Kyle doing the same. My deflated cock throbbed weakly, exhausted and yet excited by the prospect, and I knew I had my answer.
After a couple of short weeks and a six hour flight, I was back on campus. It’d only been a year, and yet the school suddenly seemed so much smaller. Everything was familiar, I was no longer worried about not being able to find classes, and I felt like I’d found my social circle for the rest of college.
It was also great to see Amy again, even though we’d only been apart for a few weeks. Amy was living in a dorm across the street from the Detla house, but she moved into my room at Delta since my roommate was abroad for the semester. A lot of my friends had joked at the beginning of summer that we were going to hate each other after living together, but we had no problem with it. We understood the need for personal space and time, but also spent a lot of time together – and a lot of that time was spent having sex. It almost felt like we were going back to our summer routine, just with classes instead of internships and a lot more partying. Our sex life also continued to be great, but our discussion of cuckolding never escalated beyond drunken dirty talk.
That would all change on Halloween though.
For Halloween that year, Amy and I dressed up as a sexy pencil and eraser. What makes a pencil and eraser sexy, you ask? Well, I was dressed as a yellow, wooden pencil, complete with a pink eraser-tip hat, but I also had a massive, yellow strap-on hanging from the front. It was also conveniently hollow so that I could put my actual penis inside of it. As for Amy’s costume, it was modeled after one of those regular pink erasers, but had massive plastic boobs and ass. We thought we’d done a pretty good job with our costumes, and were excited to show them off.
There was a knock on the door, and a few of Amy’s friends and my pledge brothers came in. We pregamed together before heading down to the party, which had yet to really get going. There were only around 20 or so people standing around the living room, and nobody was dancing. Well, with the roughly dozen of us added, the room started to fill up, and when we started dancing, people around us began to move as well. The main door kept opening as more people came in, and soon we had a rager going.
I was starting to feel an itch to smoke, but Amy said she was okay, so I went out back with a couple of brothers and burned a joint. We quickly headed back in to escape the cold, and I walked back towards Amy and her friends. Except Amy was no longer there. I asked them where she’d done, and they looked around as if just noticing that she was no longer with them. I scanned the room for a few minutes before seeing her all-pink costume, talking to someone standing in a corner that I couldn’t make out well from where I was.
I walked over and upon getting closer, I realized she was talking to Kyle, who was dressed as Chef from South Park. To be honest, it wasn’t the greatest fit. While both he and the character were black, Kyle had a great build as he competitively powerlifted, completely unlike Chef’s rotund cartoon body. Definitely no pencil with a boner. I tapped Amy on the back when I got close enough.
She spun. “Oh hey babe! There you are! I was just talking to Kyle!”
I nodded at Kyle, “what’s this? Has the great Kyle decided to bless us with his presence for once?”
He laughed, “I’ll be blessing you a lot more from now on. Goldman just offered me a job!”
“Holy shit dude, Goldman? Congrats!!” I put my hand up for a high five. “We need to celebrate. Shots??”
He swung for my hand and missed completely, freezing for a second before turning to Amy and me with an embarrassed grin, “Let’s pretend that went differently. Shots!!”
We all laughed and headed over to the bar. Once the brothers at the bar heard us toasting to Kyle’s job offer, they wanted to do a shot with him too, so Amy and I naturally ended up taking another. This happened once more, and by then the effects of the first shot were already kicking in. I turned to look at Amy, and I noticed that she was turned towards Kyle, laughing at something he’d said. I knew the look she was making. She wanted him.
My face flushed from more than just the alcohol as I imagined Kyle fucking Amy. I’d never seen his penis before, and I knew that “BBC” was just a stereotype, but I still imagined it being larger than any I’d seen before. Well except maybe Josh’s. I couldn’t even imagine a penis larger than his – I knew that a lot of porn relied on camera angles, prop furniture, and tiny actresses, but Josh’s had been the real deal. I looked at Amy again, who was now lightly touching Kyle’s arm, and I knew what I was going to do.
I waited until Kyle turned away from Amy as someone tried to get his attention, then came up behind her and whispered, “do you want to fuck Kyle tonight?”
She turned towards me, a look of surprise mixed with arousal on her face. She looked in my eyes for a few seconds before kissing me deeply. She pulled away and looked straight at me. “Yes.”
I nodded. This was it. I was about to ask Kyle to fuck my girlfriend. I stepped over and tapped him on the arm. He turned and leaned in when he saw me gesture to come closer.
“Hey, wanna do some more celebrating tonight?” I asked.
He gave me a curious look.
“Want to fuck Amy?”
His eyebrows shot up. “You fucking with me?”
“No.”
He hesitated for a second, “So what, like a threesome?”
“Kinda,” I replied. “Or you know, you fuck her while I watch.”
“So like cuckolding,” he shot back.
So he knew about cuckolding. Well, that made things a lot easier. “Yeah,” my voice trembled with nerves. Shit, was I sure about this?
He looked over at Amy. “She’s down for this?”
I nodded.
“And you’re really not fucking with me,” he tested once more.
“100% not fucking with you,” I assured him.
He paused for a second. “My room,” he stated tersely before walking towards the door.
I immediately walked over and grabbed Amy. “Kyle’s in. Let’s go.”
Amy didn’t say a word. Instead, she grabbed my hand and started leading me towards the door. I led her up to the third floor to see Kyle nearly across the hall at his door. I’d forgotten that he was living in Josh’s old room. Amy and I passed by a couple of other brothers and their friends, who were congregating in the hallway outside of the bathroom, and we exchanged nods and high fives as we passed by them. I didn’t turn, but I felt like some of them were staring as we walked past, wondering why we were following Kyle into his room
The sounds of the party were muted by the closing door, but I could still hear the noises of people outside. I stood there awkwardly, looking at Amy and Kyle in turn, wondering what to do. I noticed the room was laid out almost exactly the same as how Josh had had it. I wondered if Amy noticed. Then Kyle spoke up.
“Show me your tits,” he commanded.
Amy immediately began taking her costume off until she was in just her bra and panties. She turned her head and gave me a quick smile before undoing the clasp in the front of her bra. Her tits bounced out, and Kyle gave an approving nod.
“Beautiful,” he said. “I love Asian girls with big titties.”
Amy smiled and pushed her breasts together suggestively.
“Come suck my dick,” Kyle demanded.
Amy got on her knees in front of Kyle and fumbled with his belt, intensely focused on the task in front of her. I started pulling my own costume off, eager to free my erection. And as I was pulling my shirt over my head, I heard Amy gasp.
“Jesus Christ.”
I rushed to pull the rest of the costume off of me, and couldn’t help but exclaim myself at the sight in front of me.
“Jesus Christ.”
Kyle’s cock was gigantic. It was easily the size of Josh’s, maybe slightly thicker, but it’s dark tone contrasted so sharply with Amy’s hands, which were already wrapped around it, such that it looked even larger.
Kyle smirked, then placed a hand behind Amy’s head and pulled her in. Her mouth opened, then stretched wider as she struggled to get his thick cock in her mouth. She didn’t even get the head fully inside before she backed away.
“Wait a second,” she said, rubbing her jaw. “I need to stretch a bit.” She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, occasionally making a weird face with her mouth stretched wide. “Ok, ready!” she smiled.
She regained hold of Kyle’s cock with one hand, her hand failing to reach all the way around its immense girth, then placed her mouth over the head again. This time, the head of his cock fully disappeared into her mouth, and she looked up at Kyle proudly. He smirked back down at her before gently pulling her in closer. Inch after inch disappeared into my girlfriend’s mouth, but there was still so much left to go. With clearly more than half of his penis still outside of her, Kyle seemed unable to pull Amy in any further. I could hear her struggling to breathe with his cock in her mouth, and then she began gagging before pulling away, tears streaming from her eyes.
She coughed, “fuck. It got bigger.”
I hadn’t noticed until she pointed it out, but she was right. Kyle’s cock was even larger than it had been just moments ago. It was now clearly both longer and thicker than Josh’s had been, and my cock throbbed at the sight: big, black, standing at full-mast, Amy’s spit dripping down the shaft. His balls, which had somehow escaped my notice until now, were proportionally large, each looked to be twice the size of mine.
My throbbing cock brought me out of the moment though, and I realized that I was still just standing there, shirt in hand. I dropped the shirt, pulled the nearest chair to me, and sat down. I started stroking my cock as Amy resumed sucking Kyle’s cock. She had both hands on it and was working the head in her mouth, before pulling away to lift his heavy cock, resting it against her face as she sucked on his balls.
“Fuck yeah. You little Asian sluts love sucking on big black cock, don’t you?” Kyle moaned loudly.
“Yeah daddy, I love your big black cock,” Amy continued to pump his cock as she spoke. I was surprised to hear her call him “daddy”; we’d previously watched some porn together where the girl was calling the guy “daddy”, and she’d commented on how awkward it sounded. Meanwhile, I’d already taken my hand off my cock. I knew even the slightest touch would make me cum; I was so incredibly aroused as I watched my girlfriend suck my friend’s BBC.
This continued for over ten minutes. Amy never blew me for more than a couple minutes; she’d usually get so horny that she’d ask me to fuck her. But it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of Kyle’s cock. She hungrily devoured it, now making attempts at deepthroating more and more of his impressive member. On one particularly ambitious attempt, I saw her mouth and throat bulge as she crammed more and more of his cock down her throat. And yet there were easily 2 or 3 inches of thick, black cock left, despite her best efforts.
She pulled away with a gasp and coughed and spluttered as she regained her breath. Kyle took a step forward and placed his cock on her face with an audible splat. It covered more than half of her face as she looked up at him.
“You ready to take this cock now, slut?” he asked her. I couldn’t hold back anymore, my cock was begging for attention, and I grabbed it again.
“Yes, daddy. Give your little slut your big black cock.” I was shocked but so aroused by Amy’s words and actions alike.
Kyle continued to look down at her. “Make Mike ask for it.”
Amy turned to face me, and Kyle’s cock fell to the side. “Baby, ask Kyle to fuck me. Please,” she added after a short pause.
My face burned, but I would’ve said anything at this point to watch Kyle fuck my girlfriend with his thick, throbbing member. “Please fuck my girlfriend Kyle.” I blurted out.
He smirked.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered her.
Amy got up from her knees and jumped onto my bed, where we’d been sleeping together nearly every night for the past few months. She lay on her back, legs spread wide, and reached out to Kyle with his arms. Kyle got on top of her, pulling her panties off before bending and lifting her legs slightly by placing each leg in the crook of each of his arms. He grabbed his cock in one hand and began rubbing it against her lower lips.
“Ohhhhhh,” Amy closed her eyes and moaned loudly. “Put it in me, daddy. Stretch me out and pound my pussy!”
Kyle took the invitation and pushed forward. The head of his cock disappeared into Amy’s pussy; her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, and soon she was no longer begging him to pound her. “Fuuuuuuck that’s big. Ohhhh fuck that’s big, daddy. Go slow please, you’re so big.”
The sight of her pussy stretched around his massive black cock and her words drove me over the edge as I came, splurting wave after wave of cum on the ground in front of me as I continued to furiously masturbate. I grunted and groan as I came, then leaned back in my chair and breathed deeply to regain my breath.
Kyle looked over at me, his mouth moving into a cocky smile when he saw what had happened. Amy also opened her eyes and looked over.
“Awww, did you cum already baby? Did watching your girlfriend fuck this BIG, BLACK COCK make you cum?” she teased me. Her face was flushed with desire, and I could see the horniness in her eyes.
She turned back to face Kyle. “Fuck me, daddy. Show Mike how a real man fucks with your big cock.”
Kyle leaned in and kissed Amy deeply. I saw her eyes briefly widen in shock before they closed and she began kissing him back. Then they shot open again as he pushed deeper inside of her.
“OHHHHHHHH,” she pulled her mouth away from his to scream. “FUCKKKKKK”. Amy’s voice jumped to a new high before she fell silent, mouth agape.
I noticed that it was suddenly oddly quiet outside the door. While I’d continued to hear the sounds of people mingling outside the bathroom, which was just two doors down, those noises had abruptly ended. Had they heard Amy’s moans?
Kyle pulled his cock out of Amy, and she came back to life. “Ohhhhh, daddy, your cock is so big. Make me your little slut, daddy.”
I heard laughter and a whoop coming from outside, and I knew that they’d heard all of that. Kyle also turned at the sound of the laughter, then caught my eye.
“Who’s pussy is this?” he turned back to Amy to ask as he slowly moved in and out of her.
“Yours, daddy,” Amy crooned back.
*SLAP* The sound of Kyle’s hand meeting Amy’s face echoed throughout the room. The laughter outside was abruptly replaced with silence. “WHO’S PUSSY IS THIS?” Kyle yelled at her.
“YOURS, DADDY!” Amy’s entire face glowed red, though Kyle’s handprint was still clearly visible. “MY PUSSY IS YOURS, KYLE!”
The laughter returned, so loud that it nearly drowned out any cheers. My face burned, but my cock grew hard again. Everyone outside had to know what was going on in here. From their perspective, I was either being outperformed by Kyle in a threesome with my girlfriend, or I was being cuckolded by him. I wasn’t sure which embarrassed me more. But my embarrassment fueled my arousal, and I found myself stroking my cock again.
Satisfied with her answer, Kyle really began pounding Amy’s pussy. She began moaning and screaming uncontrollably, all considerations for volume gone and even language starting to fail her. The noise outside seemed to have stopped again, though I wasn’t sure if it was because the sounds of Amy’s screams were drowning everything out.
Within minutes, Amy began spasming and shaking on Kyle’s cock. He slammed his cock all the way inside of her, holding her down as she continued to shake and cum. She sank deeper into the bed as her orgasm subsided, but Kyle was nowhere near done. Instead, he picked up the pace, soon reaching a furious rhythm as he destroyed her pussy. This time, Amy didn’t even seem to have the energy to scream, and simply lay there, taking every inch of his massive cock. I came for a second time, somehow managing to shoot a considerable load given it was my second of the night.
And Kyle kept going. It must’ve been another ten minutes of nonstop penetration before he pulled his cock out of her with a loud squelch and kneeled over her face. “UHHHHH,” he came with a loud groan, and a massive explosion of cum landed on Amy’s face and my pillow. A second shot, nearly as large as the first, quickly followed, and then a third, fourth, and fifth. Soon, her face, neck, and tits were covered by his thick, white seed. A small amount of cum squeezed its way out of his cock, and he placed his cock head in front of her mouth. Amy opened her eyes weakly before closing them and opening her mouth to suck what cum was left out of his cock.
Kyle pulled away satisfied. He turned to me. “Is that what you wanted?”
I nodded. “Yeah- yes. Thank you.” I stumbled over my words.
“And she looks satisfied,” he added, looking down at Amy, who was lying underneath him, eyes closed, still trembling lightly. She gave a quick thumbs up to confirm.
“Well, let me know if you want to do this again.” Kyle got off Amy, then stood at the foot of his bed. His tone made it clear he wasn’t looking to cuddle.
“Oh. Um..” Amy struggled to get up, unable to open her eyes due to the copius amount of cum covering her face. She reached around the bed blindly until her hand found her panties, which she used to wipe her face.
“Ugh. I forgot I was wearing a costume. I really don’t want to put it all back on just to immediately take it off again.” She got up as she spoke. She grabbed her bra off the ground and put it back on. I was already halfway back into my costume, when I heard her cuss. “Fuck! This bra is broken. Guess I’m going braless.” Her bra fell to the floor as she pulled the lower half of her costume, pink leggings, on.
“Um, babe.” I nodded at her crotch. Not only was a cameltoe clearly showing, her pussy was still incredibly wet and already soaking the thin material of her leggings.
“God dammit! Well, I can’t put these panties on,” she waved the cum-soaked panties in one hand. She stared at the top half of her costume still on the ground. It was more complicated than the bottom, as we’d added some colored styrofoam and cardboard to really give her that eraser bod. “Fuck it, babe, your room isn’t that far. I’m just going to cover up with that and walk back.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Uh..you sure babe? I think there are people outside.” I mean, I was pretty sure everyone outside had already heard what had just happened, but going outside half-topless, visibly wet still seemed a bit much.
“It’s okay,” she shot back. “They were probably waiting for their friends in the bathroom. Everyone will be downstairs at the party right now.”
I shrugged and put my shirt back on. My hat had fallen somewhere, but I figured I’d get it later. Meanwhile, Kyle had put his clothes on, though he’d opted for jeans and a shirt over his Chef costume.
“We good?” he asked. I wondered if he was going back down to the party. I wondered if he’d be fucking another girl that night in the same bed that he’d just fucked my girlfriend in.
I followed behind him, looking back to make sure Amy was following. She stumbled a bit; she seemed a bit shaky on her legs. She exhaled loudly, “hooooo shit. I’m sore. Ohh yeah I’m gonna feel that tomorrow. Geez Kyle, maybe treat me a little more like a lady next time,” she chuckled.
Kyle turned back and gave an apologetic smile, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, next time,” he gave me a look as he emphasized the last two words.
Amy held one of my hands and lightly leaned against me for support, and the three of us exited his room.
Applause and general fanfare greeted us. A small crowd had gathered outside of Kyle’s door. The bathroom crew that had been there since the beginning was still there, but I also saw a number of brothers and their friends that hadn’t been there before.
Kyle broke out into a wide grin with a touch of mock embarrassment, and I gave a weak smile as I felt my face glow. We followed behind the crowd as they cleared out of the hallway, some heading back downstairs and others standing on the first few stairs leading up to the fourth floor.
“Hey Aimes,” a brother on the stairs called out. “You got a little something here,” he gestured to her chest as he spoke.
Amy looked down and squeaked. She’d been holding her costume in front of her, but slightly lower, so that the costume covered not only her naked breasts, but also the sizeable wet spot in the crotch of her leggings. However, this meant that the tops of her breasts, upper chest, and neck were all visible. And, in her hazy, post-orgasm state, Amy had only cleaned the part of Kyle’s load that was on her face. In fact, upon closer inspection, I could see that she hadn’t even done the best job there, as there were still bits of cum distributed around her face here and there. She pulled her costume higher, to cover up to her neck, and luckily everyone was too busy laughing to notice the now-exposed wet spot between her legs.
We started going downstairs to the second floor, when someone yelled out, “nice cameltoe, Aimes!”
Amy squealed and turned around, looking down to see how visible the wet spot was from behind. She brought her bunched-up top behind her, so that it was now covering her ass and thighs from view. I’d turned at the noise and was now staring straight at her cum-covered tits.
“Umm…babe…” surely she had to know that her tits were exposed.
“Just hurry!” she squeaked, as she pushed me forward, getting some cum on my arm.
“Okay okay,” I started down the stairs again as Amy hobbled behind me unsteadily.
We made it down to the second floor and made a quick U-turn to the hall that led to my room. Lucky for Amy, this hallway was empty. I started down the hallway, hoping none of the doors along the way would open. As I passed the first door, I heard noises coming from downstairs. Shit. People were coming upstairs. I looked at Amy and knew she’d heard them too.
I ran down the hall to my door and tried to unlock it, fumbling with the key in my hurry. I heard Amy pick up her pace behind me, her stilted walking making it sound as though she were walking with a peg leg.
“Whooooo! AY-ME! Wow you got some great tits girl, where’s Mike?” I wasn’t sure I could identify the voice through the other cheers and laughter, but I didn’t bother turning to look, focused instead on the lock.
“Oh hey Mike!” the same voice called out. Dammit, couldn’t ignore it now.
“Oh hey Steve!” I quickly scanned the crowd he was with – a few other brothers and a couple of pledges, all straining their necks to get a glimpse of Amy’s boobs. I saw Kyle near the bottom of the stairs, walking back towards the party, and I could swear I saw his shoulders shaking with laughter. Most of the guys were standing at the top of the stairs leading up, but Steve was leaning against the bathroom door, separating Amy from me.
“Looks like y’all had a good night,” Steve remarked as Amy moved around him, her top now back in front of her breasts again. I noticed that the others still on the stairs were now looking up and pointing out her wetness.
“Yeah,” I mumbled weakly. “You could say that.” My brain was telling me that I should be humiliated by the night’s events, and yet I was so aroused I felt like I could fuck Amy as soon as we made it into my room.
I finally got the door open and went inside. I felt along the wall for the light switch and hit it on, and when I turned, the look look in Amy’s eyes said it all. I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, feeling the sticky cum still on her face. I pulled her over to our bed and threw her down before pulling her top out of her hand and unceremoniously tossing it behind me.
I kissed her lips again before kissing my way down to her chin, licking up any bits of Kyle’s cum that my tongue came across. I’d tasted my own cum on various occasions, and honestly I didn’t really like the taste. Kyle’s tasted different, I would say worse than my own had, yet at the same time I felt my dick straining against my pants as I ate his cum off of her. I continued kissing my way down, licking all of Kyle’s load off of her neck, then each breast, before finally kissing my way down to her pussy. All the while, Amy moaned loudly and ran her fingers through my hair.
I paused in front of her pussy. Her once tight pussy was now visibly gaping, having been forced to accommodate Kyle’s enormous girth. Her pussy lips also showed the effects of his furious pounding, as they looked raw and sore. I licked up their entire length once.
“Ohhh,” Amy moaned. “Be gentle, babe. Kyle fucked me so hard.”
I pulled my pants off and got on top of her, moving into the same position that Kyle had just been in.
Amy purred, “yesss baby, fuck me just like Kyle did.”
I lined up my cock as best I could then thrust forward.
Was I in?
I hesitated, unsure. I looked at Amy, and I could tell she had the same question. I leaned back slightly to look.
“Umm…I think I’m in, babe,” I murmured, still looking down.
“Oh…” she trailed off.
“I um..think Kyle might have stretched you out too much so that you can’t feel me.” A wave of embarrassment hit me, but I felt my cock grow harder and throb nonetheless. “But it’s probably just temporary!” I added hastily.
“What if it’s not?” I felt her looking at me as she asked.
I hesitated, then looked up. “Then I guess I’d have to ask Kyle to fuck you again.”
Amy pulled me in for a deep kiss. As she did, I felt my cock begin to spasm, and I came. My third load of the day was substantially smaller than my others, but I felt the cum dripping out of her loosely stretched pussy.
“Baby, did you cum?” she asked.
I nodded my head. “Did you?”
She laughed, “oh no I didn’t even feel anything. But it’s okay! I already came enough for the night.”
“Oh, that’s good,” I mumbled.
“Well I’m beat,” Amy said. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. You can go back to the party if you want dear. Thanks for tonight by the way, I hope you liked it as much as I did. I love you.”
“I did. I think. I love you too,” I replied. I got up to turn off the light for Amy before taking my shirt off and getting into bed beside her. She’d already fallen asleep, so I closed my eyes as my head swirled with thoughts of Amy, Kyle, and Josh.
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