TITLE    : Billy Ch. 03
STORYID  : billy-ch-03-2
SUMMARY  : Hot coed pursues boyfriend's muscular ex-roommate.
AUTHOR   : openyoureyes@lit
DATE     : 2015-02-24
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |college|cheating|huge cock|threesome|blowjob|submission|girlfriend|lesbian|muscles|anal|


After Billy left the locker room I stayed there on that counter for a moment -quaking with emotion, naked and wet, processing the fact that I now had another enormous load of his cum inside of me. My head was spinning. I was still in shock that he would just take me like that, and force his hugeness into me - using me for his pleasure like some sort of sex toy. He'd taken me, and he'd pumped his fluids into me, like there were no potential consequences. He assumed, I guess, that I had birth control covered - if he even considered that. (As it turned out, I did, having started taking the pill as a precaution - but he didn't know that. And neither did Kieran.) 



At the same time, I knew that no jury in the world would convict him, if they knew the full story: that we'd had sex before, that I had pleasured him on several occasions, and that, at the time of the incident, I had been touching myself for his visual enjoyment, naked and alone with him in the shower, seemingly begging for him to do what he'd done to me. No, Billy had just owned me, and there was not a thing I could do or say about it. This is what went round and round in my head as I struggled to pull some clothes on, and slink out of the now empty gym.



Of course, I also had to admit that, physically, and maybe even emotionally, it's what I'd fantasized about, and he'd just brought me to a series of orgasms far beyond anything I'd ever imagined possible. On some deep level that I really wasn't comfortable with, I apparently enjoyed having no choice, and being manhandled. And of course, his size meant that he touched me in places that no other guy ever could, and probably ever would. Both his length and his girth created physical sensations in me that were just beyond reason, and it had been even more intense, somehow, than our first time together. 



So this was the seesaw of emotions I felt in the days that followed. I hated him on one level, but on another, I had to admit that I wanted him again, despite everything that had just happened. Or maybe even because of it. As terrible as it was, and I know it is, I found myself actually daydreaming about the incident in class, or on a run, and finding myself moistening. It was like my own body was betraying me, and preparing itself to take Billy's enormous cock again someday - and maybe willingly this time. 



As I had sex with Kieran - who lately had been the beneficiary of my increased erotic drives - I found myself fantasizing about Billy, in spite of myself. I had to admit it was harder to be as excited and satisfied by Kieran's caring, respectful, "normal guy" fucking, when I had been repeatedly taken to earth-shattering mega-orgasms by a cock twice as long and thick as his - not to mention that gorgeously jacked body, that arrogant mouth, and those cold eyes... 



At first I felt guilty about all this, but eventually I said to myself, why should I? It wasn't entirely my fault. These were like animal instincts and urges I was dealing with. It didn't mean I'd see Billy again, and really, Kieran WAS benefitting. He didn't ever have to know. At least, that's what I told myself for the first couple of weeks. Then I found myself starting to check the secret Billy email account, just in case he decided to reach out, check in, maybe even apologize.



Nope. Nothing. Did this mean he'd finally had his fill? Was that all he wanted from me? Or did he maybe feel guilty - or concerned about the repercussions of what he'd done, and thought it best to steer clear of me?



There was no way to know. But the more time went by, the more I felt an emptiness in my life (and yes, my body) that Billy had filled, which nothing else quite could. I toyed with the thought of trying to fix that. Maybe I could just have a physical affair with Billy, I reasoned, one where I'm not so tortured about the whole thing, but instead wilingly participating, just every once in a while, without changing anything else about my life. Would that be so horrible? Don't men do that all the time? They have a wife, and then some mistress where it's just about sex? Why couldn't I? I'm sure Billy would be up for it.



Eventually I realized that I would only ever see him again, if I reached out So I sent an e-mail. 



Subject line: "Hey." 



Body: "How are things?" 



I didn't want to put myself out there too much. I was still the girl here. What he did was wrong. And I had SOME pride left. But maybe this would let him know I wasn't still mad, and open the door for future communications.



But nothing. He didn't respond. Was he serious? Was the fact that he had fucked me twice really enough for him? I hate to sound braggy, but that was hard for me to believe. You don't realize how much guys normally obsess about me, and chase me. If I told Kieran about all of them, he'd be so paranoid, he'd want to never leave my side. I have guys hitting on me CONSTANTLY - following me, emailing me, trying to get me to have coffee with them, etc.. But Billy was done, already?



I decided to give him one more chance. I sent another e-mail. I couldn't just be neutral this time. I had to make it clear that he was basically forgiven, and I wanted to see him again. God, did I? Was I sure about this? What would happen next? My hands were literally shaking, as I typed, "What happened was intense". I knew I could just delete it all, and I probably would, which made me a little bolder "And I realize that I kind of asked for it." Did I really just write that? My head went crazy with protests. "No, I didn't ask for it!" So I added "Kind of," and underlined it. Shut up, mind, I'm probably not going to send this anyway. Then I decided to just throw it all out there. I finished with: "And I want to cum like that again." Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed Send.



I immediately regretted it. How could I admit this to him? He had essentially ignored my "no," and I'm telling him I want more? Where was my pride, my rights as a woman, my ability to say "no" and have it be respected, no matter what? He'd surely be showing this to his friends within seconds. They'd never believe his story of what happened, and especially that I responded to it like this. But it was all true.



I kicked myself about this as I refreshed my gmail page, over and over that night, waiting for a response. Finally I got it. Seven words: "It's a really busy time for me."



Yeah, whatever. He was playing mind games now. There was no way on earth he was over me. I'm sorry. Maybe he gets a lot of hot girls, I'm sure he does, but no guy treats me like that. No guy has EVER treated me like that. They're either scared, or overly worshipful, or else full-on seductive. They're never disinterested. He could play like he didn't care, with me at a distance, out of sight, maybe even out of mind. But there was no way Billy could resist me in the flesh. Of this, I was certain.



And of course, I still had a key. Yes, I had tried to throw it away, several times, but somehow I still had it. I could go over there any time and show him what he was missing. I was more than confident in my ability to get a guy's attention, including this guy, and I had more clothing options that it was safe to say would be boner-inducing. 



His nonchalance became a challenge for me. With each passing day, my resolve to show him he wasn't over me strengthened. I began to fantasize about what I'd wear for my eventual return to the scene of the original crime. The outfit I finally decided on was a little cut-off half sweater that was meant to have a dress shirt under it, but instead, it would be my entire top. It showed off a crazy amount of cleavage and my entire tight little torso. I'd throw on some tiny bikini bottoms, and of course, be fully waxed for the occasion. 



Was I serious about this? Was this really going to happen? I asked myself these things as I put on this outfit, on the day I'd decided that maybe, just maybe, I'd wander over to Billy's suite. I looked at myself in the mirror, strapping on six inch heels to complete the picture. There was no way I could be this slutty. Or could I?



I knew one thing - if I showed up looking like this, Billy was going to fuck me. I was giving it to him on a platter. Of course, that was what I wanted, I told myself. I needed to get this out of my system. Try this new approach out. Kieran was busy studying all night. This was the day to do it. 



So I did. 



I got lucky. Billy was there, and he was alone. I'd decided to strip down to "the outfit" just before putting the key in the lock - first impressions matter, right? I found him playing Xbox on the couch, in a muscle shirt and cargo shorts. Ah, that couch. Scene of our first kiss, and our first fuck. If he really wanted to feel his massiveness blasting its fluids into me again, well, this was his lucky day. Baby had come to play.



He didn't even turn to see who had come in. He probably assumed a roommate. What a surprise he got, then, when I sauntered into his field of vision, in my ridiculously sexy little outfit. I stood there, a hand on one hip, which was cocked seductively, letting him drink in the amount of flesh on display. He glanced over for about a millisecond, then continued with his game. Saying nothing. 



Mother fucker! 



But that was okay. I came expecting anything, and nothing - and willing to go with whatever transpired. And most of all, to keep my cool. Whatever happened was going to be my choice this time. Although that might ultimately mean giving up my choice, if it came to that. If he decided to manhandle me onto the floor again, force me to suck his cock, slam me against the wall while entering me, well, I suppose I'd roll with it. Maybe it was even how I wanted it to play out. But I was also a little scared, seeing him there in all his masculine power - those huge shoulders and arms, his muscular calves, bare feet, and a day's stubble... God he was sexy. And I was truly just a plaything to him, a toy to pull down from a shelf when his manhood felt like dancing - a conquest rendered sweeter, perhaps, by the fact that the hot little body he was filling with cum was his ex-roommate's girl. Otherwise, I was nothing. Or so it seemed. I weighed my next move.



"Is there room for me on your lap?" I grinned, remembering fondly how our first fucking had begun. 



He paused a second, still playing his game. "Not really."



Okay, he was going to play this the hard way. But I knew he had to be getting aroused by my presence, even if he was trying to avoid looking at me directly. I mean, I was sex on a stick, and he had to know that me showing up there meant "game on", to a most extreme degree. His hot little blonde plaything was asking to take his cock, asking to be fucked - for the first time, really. He had to register that my presence there meant he would soon be feeding his thick hardness into my sexy little body again, and I would be a passoinate, willing recipient this time. Surely it was already warming up to the dizzying excitement of that, even if he was acting aloof.



So I sauntered over to him until I was blocking the television view, forcing him to take in my hotness. I knew it had to be beyond distracting. Then I lowered myself to my knees. He kept playing his game as I moved into position to unbuckle his shorts, and unzip them. At least he didn't stop me from doing that. I proceeded with a sense of purpose. I would find the hard-on, and it would be game over. Don't tell me you're not turned on.



But as I slowly pulled his shorts down over his hips (nope, no underwear), what I was met with was a soft cock. Still a pretty amazing sight, size-wise, but hanging down flaccid - as if the sexiest girl on campus (or so guys kept telling me) wasn't acting like she was about to give it a tongue bath. Okay then. I took a beat. Rather than take it in my hands and see if I could rectify the situation, I decided to stand back up on my towering heels. I stepped slightly to the side so he could still see his screen, but he could also choose to feast his eyes fully on what I was doing. I was going to get him hard without touching him first. Of this, I was sure. 



I began moving my body, slowly, in what I hoped was a hypnotic fashion. I played with my hair, tossing it back and forth. I pranced around in little circles, so he could see how tight my ass was in a thong. "I liked seeing you get hard watching me in the shower, Billy. I liked teasing you. It was such a turn-on..." I moved my hands up to cup my breasts as I circled my hips. I saw a twitch in his mighty organ. I was having an effect. "Do you like how my body looks, Billy? Does the thought of it being yours to enjoy again turn you on?" 



I continued dancing. How hard was I going to go with this? As far as I needed to, to get him to admit he still wanted me, to demonstrate my power. My words might seem like they were about his power, but this was my ultimate goal. So I laid it on thick. "You reached places in me that nobody else can ever reach. And you pumped so much cum, so deep inside of me... It was... hotttt..." His hugeness was definitely on the rise now. He was still focusing on his game, but he would glance at me from time to time, as if bored and disinterested.



"Your cock is the biggest I've ever had, Billy," I gushed, as I unbuttoned the three buttons on my half sweater. "It's the longest, the thickest, the hardest, the most powerful..." I was just going for it now, saying whatever I knew would turn him on the most, but it was all true. I reveled in the sight of that incredible organ lengthing, thickening, rising... for me...



I pulled open my half sweater. My tits were free and proud for him, nipples engorged and distended. He finally turned to gaze at them, his manly weapon now arching into its full outrageous erection. I pushed my chest out in his direction as I continued slowly moving to some imaginary music, trying not to focus on the video game's violent sounds and driving rage metal. 



He finally spoke. Three simple words that changed everything: "Still with Kieran?" 



I kept moving to the music, not sure how or whether to answer this. My mind was racing. Was that it? He wanted me for his girlfriend? And the thought of me still being with someone else was what had kept him from engaging? I thrilled at this idea. Even if I still couldn't see us as a couple, I loved thinking that not only wasn't he over me, but he wanted me more than any other girl. 



But a part of me was worried that the wrong answer would mean I would leave there having failed to get what I came for, and even shown the door. He'd proven he could hold off in situations no normal man ever could. So I decided not to answer. Instead, I took the half sweater completely off now - slowly, for his delight, arching my back to pull it slowly off my shoulders. I tossed it on the couch next to him. And I got back down on my knees between his legs. 



So maybe I was just one of those girls who wanted him for his body - and maybe that really did bother him. But at least I could set myself above the rest, in his eyes, so there was no way he could stop seeing me, if that's what I wanted. And I knew how to achieve that. I would pleasure him like nobody had ever pleasured him. I would worship that mighty organ of his longer, more enthusiastically, and more creatively than any girl ever had. Billy was about to get the blowjob of a lifetime.



I started by planting a big wet kiss on the underside of his thick shaft, about halfway up it. With one hand, I gripped the base of his pole and tilted it upward a little to allow this. Then I planted another kiss, then another, each one wetter and with more tongue than the last, moving up and down the bottom side of his cock. And I made a lot of noise as I did so, noises that said this was the most delicious and exciting thing I had ever experienced. And it kind of was. Because this time, I had a goal, and I was going to achieve it. He was mine.



I kept up my wet kisses for quite some time, going up and down his shaft, stopping before I reached the crown every time. Eventually, he let out a sigh. I knew I had him. He was actually still playing the game, or pretending to, but when I glanced up at him, I caught him looking down at me. How could any guy resist gaping at the sight of this sexy topless blonde covering his massive cock with kisses? Of course, what he instinctively wanted was to get his huge crown past my lips, but that would have to wait. Oh, it would happen, but first, I was going to paint that thick shaft from top to bottom, and I was going to take my time...



I ran my tongue, ever so slowly up it, from his balls all the way to the crown, though again, careful not to touch that. His cock jumped in response. I did my best to wrap my tongue around his thick pole, just slathering it with my girlish affections. I decided right then that I was going to take him up and down, get him so close to cumming and then slow it down again, so many times, that I was going to drive him insane. That is, if he could take it. There was a chance he might get impatient, relieve me of my bikini bottoms, and show me who's boss again. Which I decided would be a win-win.



But it turned out he was a patient man, and perfectly willing to see how much time I'd be willing to spend using my lips and tongue on every inch of his glorious spear and huge nuts. The answer, as it turned out, was well over an hour. Close to ninety minutes, actually, of licking and kissing and suckling him. After the first half hour, he gave up all pretense of playing the game, tossing the controller aside and fully focusing on the sight of me going to town on his massive genitalia. I made much more of a show of it than I'd done before, really giving him the porn star treatment, as I covered his shaft with licks and kisses. At one point I think I spent a good ten minutes just tonguing and kissing his balls, gently taking them in my mouth, nibbling on them and rolling them on my tongue, marveling at their size and weight. All the while, my hand languidly stroked his cock. 



At one point, I glanced up at his face to see his expression. His eyes were glazed, with small beads of sweat forming on his magnificent pectorals. "You okay, baby?" I said in an innocent little-girl voice.



"I could use a beer," he said, without a trace of a smile. 



Fine. I could do that. I rose to my full height. Then I turned and strutted in my heels and bikini bottoms off to his kitchen, giving him a great view of my swaying ass as I went. I found him a beer, opened it, and began the walk back - slower and more sensuous than the trip there. I hoped this sight, combined with how incredibly turned on he was, might result in him just throwing me on the couch and doing what we both knew he'd end up doing. 



But it didn't. He took the beer, drank a sip. No "thank you", no nothing. His expression was completely blank. So I lowered myself back down to my knees, and resumed making love to his mighty organ, holding the shaft with both hands as I finally, after close to an hour, considered touching my lips to his enormous crown. 



"You want me to kiss it here?" I asked innocently. His cock was practically dancing in my hands. He tried to hide it, but he was breathing heaavy, and practically shaking in anticipation. I'd made him wait SOOOO long. 



"I don't know," I said. "I'm afraid if I take it into my mouth, that you'll want to push more and more of it in. You might grab me by the hair, and just start to lose it. And then you might end forcing me to swallow all of your cum... You won't do that, will you?"



I knew I was driving him insane. I tongued the underside of his shaft where the crown began, which I knew was most guys' most sensitive spot. "That's good," he said. I glanced up at him. He was holding up the beer bottle, like that's what he was talking about.



Keep playing your games, Billy. You are never going to forget this experience. No girl this hot has ever spent this much time on your cock, I don't care how big it is and how handsome you are. Don't act like this is ho hum. You think you own me? I'm owning you.

<hr pg="2" />In absolute slow motion, I brought my lips, finally, to the engorged head of his penis, and planted a big, wet, tongue-slathering kiss there. "Oh God..." I heard him emote. I fucking had him. I pulled my lips off of him, looked up into his eyes, and placed them there again, in a different position, taking about half the bulbous head into my mouth from one side. He was practically shaking from the sensation.



Rather than taking it all in my mouth, and pumping him like I was in some hurry, though, I just got slower and slower. My tongue went around and around his crown, marveling at its shape and size. I licked and kissed it from all angles, engulfing it between my lips for a moment, and letting my tongue tease its hole, then pulling off to just look at it for a few moments, then resuming the kissing and the licking, then engulfing again. 



He was out of his mind with pleasure; I knew this from the sounds he was making. Finally I started going to town on him, for real, pumping my mouth up and down on the first few inches of his cock for a while, then pulling off and kissing and licking the shaft all over wildly, then going back to the pumping. 



Eventually, he got so turned on that he stood up. I tried to move with him, still on my knees, keeping my hands and mouth on his genitals the whole time, as he grabbed me by the hair, and started thrusting into my mouth, first a few inches, then maybe five or six, face-fucking me like no guy had ever come close to doing. But we were in uncharted waters. I let him do this, my fingers gently teasing his testicles, waiting for the cum shot, but then he slowed down, deciding, I guess, that he could go longer, and wanted to. So I pulled him out of my mouth, and resuming my torturous kissing and licking, which was now causing him to grunt and moan like some sort of wounded animal. 



I was totally soaking my bikini bottoms, and what I really wanted, what I craved, was for him to relieve me of them, and spear me to multiple ograsms again, but I kept at the blow job with laser-like dicipline. 



Finally he bent down and scooped me up into his arms like a little rag doll. Was he going to fuck me now? It felt so fucking hot to be held by him. I just surrendered, in that moment, letting him take over, fully ready to be plundered. He laid me down on the couch, with my shoulders propped up on one of the arms. But rather than spread my willing legs and inserting himself where I really wanted him, he moved to the other side of that arm. He took both hands to position my pretty face where he wanted it, essentially upside down, and bent back, so there was a straight path from my mouth into my throat. My God, we were really going to do this.



I tried to stifle my fear and opened my mouth wide for him, as wide as I could - which was really necessary, due to the thickness of his shaft. Again I felt that huge crown sliding past my lips and onto my tongue, followed my inch after inch of hard, thick shaft. Only this time, the head of his cock didn't stop at the entrance to my throat. It kept going.



Oh. My. God. Never in my wildest dreams or nightmares did I imagine myself in this position, feeling my throat starting to be invaded like this, by such a thick, outrageously large cock head. And the guy had a good six inches of shaft left! I lay there surrendered, hands at my sides, back arched, feet on the sofa, as he slowly drove his manhood into my throat, inch by torturous inch, until his massive nut sac was pressed firmly against my face. And then he started thrusting, face-fucking me slowly and relentlessly, with long, fluid strokes, really breaking me in as a world class deep throater. 



I was his slut now, his fucktoy - there was just no getting around it. If I had all the power moments ago, he had it now. He held the sides of my head with both hands, firmly, and just buried himself inside of me. He pulled back out, just in my mouth now, only to drive back in to the hilt. Over and over again. Finally, as he held himself fully inside me, I could feel his cock pulsating. And then the whole thick cock started jerking in my throat and mouth, and I realized what was happening. He was pumping his cum into me. I had already swallowed his cock, so there was nothing else to swallow. He was just flooding my stomach with his fluids, like it was his divine right. And I was letting him. He was groaning his release, pulling my hair, out of control with the pleasure, and just pumping and pumping and pumping. I hung on for dear life, proud of myself that I'd taken him so completely. He was not going to forget this night! 



When he finally, slowly, agonizingly began to pull his 12-inch shaft out of my mouth, it was covered in fluids, which I proceeded to lick off of him with passion. I was rewarded for this with a couple more small spurts of cum onto my tongue, which I held in my mouth, savoring its slightly sweet taste, as he lowered himself, exhausted, onto the floor. I lay there a moment, beyond horny, still lusting for his hardness inside of me. I untied my bikini bottoms to reveal my waxed clean private area, open for business, and ready for him. For the first time, I was surrendering to him. I knew how fast his cock could recover, and I would be ready. In case he didn't get the hint, I took a big swipe of his cum off my tongue with my finger, and rubbed it all over my aching clit, then slipped it inside of me. Was he getting the message? I was here to get fucked. 



Instead, he said he had an early morning, and headed off for the bedroom. 



Okay... Not the response I expected. But I wasn't going to be dissuaded this easily. I followed him into his private lair. In seconds, he was already between the sheets. He really was planning to just go to sleep! We'll see how possible that is, I thought, as I slipped in next to him, and wrapped my lithe naked body around him, my hands reveling in the feel of the big muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest. I was so turned on I could barely stand it. I climbed on top of him to kiss him, but he turned his mouth away at the last second. Bastard! 



Okay, plan B: I presented an erect nipple to his wide mouth, teasing his lips with it until finally they opened, and took it. 



Ohhhhh... yesssssss... that was what I liked, as his hands grasped me by the waist on either side, holding me in place as he tongued my nipple. Feeling his hands on my body again set off quite the strong charge in me. I was squirming in delight at what was happening, so primed to mate again with this man that I thought I might pass out from the intensity. As his tongue swirled my aching nipple, one of his hands reached up to hold my other breast. The feel of those strong masculine fingers closing in on my erect nipple thrilled me beyond reason. His cock, I hoped, was hardening again, and soon going to find its happy home inside of me. There was no way he could resist this opportunity. I was naked on top of him, practically begging for it.



And now I felt it. His incredible hardness, ready to go again, pressing against my lower abdomen. I was near tears in anticipation. Billy was going to fuck me again!! I mentally tried to prepare myself for the onslaught, for the incredible sensation of his hugeness splitting me open, which I'd proven I could never fully prepare for.



He pulled his mouth off my nipple and looked up at me. My eyes must have conveyed absolute animal lust and surrender. He held my other tit in his hand, teasing the areola, still not quite touching the nipple. And then his other hand slid down my belly, next to his shaft which was staged there, and his fingertip found my clit.



OHHH... MY... GODDDDD... Electricty sparked through my entire being as he touched me there. And now his other fingers were on my nipple, probing it, exploring it... I was so wet I was sure I could take his whole cock in one single thrust. I writhed to his touch, trying to position myself so I could engulf that giant crown. But clearly he was going to be the one to call the shots, as always. He would decide when, where, at what angle, with what force his gigantic penis would again part the soaked lips of my vagina. He would decide whether he'd be on top of me, my legs wrapped around him, or my feet over his shoulders - or whether he'd be behind me, with me on all fours - when he'd begin to spear me with his thick shaft again. All of it was up to him. I was merely present, waiting...



Now he replaced his finger on my clit with the massive crown of his dick! Oh, it was too much, that big knob, still slick from cumming, pushing and sliding and pressing against my distended love button. I knew what was coming. He was going to enter me. God, when and how would he do it? I was shaking from the sensation. I wished I could kiss him, but he was holding me up several inches from his face, his hand firmly gripping me by the ribs below my left breast, his other hand now going to my face. I eagerly engulfed his thumb between my lips and suckled it as his crown continued to tease my clit mercilessly. "Oh, God, Billy, please fuck me," I begged as I swirled my tongue on his finger. "I want to feel you inside me. I want you to cum inside me. I'm yours, Billy. Take me."



But then he stopped. Not only did he stop, he picked me up with both hands around each side of my waist, easily lifted me, and placed me on the bed next to him. And he rolled on his side away from me. "You can stay if you want, but I need to sleep," he said. 



Well, this was truly new territory. Not that everything with Billy wasn't, but jesus, the will power this guy had! One minute he's forcing himself into me in the locker room, and now he's back to the guy who can stop at any time, even with a hot girl on top of him, primed for it, begging for it. I reached around him with my hand, found his hard shaft. He was still outrageously erect. I stroked it lightly, trying to catch my breath, and consider my next move. 



If this was how he was going to play it, well... I wasn't going to be the girl who begs and pushes and pleads. I could be the chick who could hang with whatever. So I wrapped myself around him as best I could, and continued my slow stroking, hoping at any moment he'd change his mind, flip me onto my back, and skewer me. 



But he didn't. Within a few seconds, he was asleep.



I couldn't sleep. I spent the better part of the night stroking his jacked body, exploring every inch of his glorious muscles with my hands. I did some kissing, too. At a certain point, I accepted that I might not be able to awaken him. But his cock stayed hard. And I stayed aroused. Eventually I found myself kissing it and suckling on it again, but even that didn't wake him. I wondered if I could get him to cum while sleeping, and if THAT would, but I decided to save it, hoping that when he did wake up, he'd take one look at the hot naked babe lying next to him, and decide he needed to fuck her, now.



I got a little chilly, so I put on one of his tight little tank tops. I knew my erect nipples looked amazing poking through it, pushing the fabric out insanely. I thought this could be a good look for when he woke up. Waxed and bottomless, nipples poking through his muscle shirt. But when he woke up, he just grunted in my direction, and headed into the shower.



I decided to follow, pulling off the shirt, and presenting my nakedness to him yet again in the shower. I took the soap out of his hands and proceeded to lather his entire body, paying special attention, of course, to a certain twelve inches of him that was nice and hard, and really seemed to need washing. The feel of his cock and his muscles in my soapy hands was a huge turn-on, and it was even better when he returned the favor, washing me from head to toe, spending a lot of time on my breasts - but still not kissing me. But he had me incredibly aroused, nevertheless. 



But then he turned the water off. He dried me, and I dried him. Well, this was nice. So intimate. His touch soft, even caring. Maybe this time he would really make love to me. Th combination of his dangerous power and this small tenderness was incredibly intoxicating. His cock was hard. I was wet. I stepped out of the shower and approached the sink counter. I lifted one foot up onto it, rising up onto my toes with the other foot. God what a view he had now - my pert little ass sticking out toward him, my moistened waxed opening beckoning for his cock. "Just the tip, Billy," I cooed. "Just to see how it feels."



I turned back toward the mirror, moving my hands up onto it now, placing my palms flat there, admiring my own yummy nakedness for a moment, but more focused on that gorgeous muscular man behind me, moving toward me. I arched my back. I was ready for him to mount me. I looked back at him with fire in my eyes. "Please, Billy..." I begged. He took a squirt of moisturizer and rubbed it on his cock. I turned back to the mirror, gasping in anticipation, as he moved in closer. I felt his hand on my left hip. Then suddenly, the hugeness of his greased shaft was pressing up between my butt cheeks. He directed his massive crown down my crack, slowly. Just a little lower, I thought. But then it was stopping - at my rear entrance. Okay, no. That's not happening. But he had both hands on the tops of my thighs now, holding me there firmly, as he pressed his crown up firmly against my tiny hole! I had never had a guy there before. I wasn't going to start with Billy! There was no way he would fit there! It would be agony!



"No Billy, no...!" I panicked.



"This is all you get," he said. "Until you break up with Kieran."



The words rang in my ears as continued the pressure. Warning bells were going off all over my body. This had to stop! I couldn't do this! But at the same time, I felt my sphincter yielding ever so slightly to his huge greased knob, which was trying to press itself into a space where it surely was not designed to fit. 



"Oh my god, no, you can't..." I pleaded. This was more of an outrage than what happened in the locker room! I was truly a virgin there, nothing had ever been there - I was crazy with fear and helplessness. He just stared into my eyes, in the mirror, not really increasing or decreasing the pressure. I felt in the moment I had to make a decision. And if it was the wrong one, he might really be done with me. Forever. I had to accept this. I had to give in.



So as scared as I was, as shocked as I was, as outraged at what he was doing as I was, I stared back at him. And I nodded. I was no longer going to be his conflicted, hot and cold girl. I was going to be his special, always hot, up for anything, outrageous girl who he couldn't get enough of. I bit my lip. He grinned.



And the assault began.



What had I agreed to? My mind raced as my body cried out in shock from the sensation of what he was doing, as his slick mushroom head continued its pressure. It took a few minutes, but eventually, inevitably, I felt more and more of him widening my opening, finding its way into me, little by little, that giant crown pushing and pushing, and my body accepting its intrusion, until finally I could feel that it had popped entirely through. Holy shit! He was in! And he had eleven more inches of thick shaft behind it, with nothing to stop it! I was beyond panic now. Tears were coming.



"Shhhh..." he whispered, as he began to push - insistently, firmly, inch by inch, into me. I was convulsing in fear and pain. It literally felt like my insides were being torn apart. There was no way he could do this! But he was. He was taking my virgin ass. 



Overwhelmed by emotion, I tried to hold it together. My body was being violated more dramatically than it ever had been before. He took it very slowly, gently, even, with a totally different energy than in the locker room. And after a few minutes, when I adjusted to what was happening a little, both physically and emotionally, I had to admit - it was pleasurable, in an extreme way that was beyond my frame of reference. But of course, that was with only about three or four inches of him inside me. I tried to focus on his face, and his torso, to get my mind off the fear and outrage of what he was doing to me, below the waist. The image in the mirror of him giving it to me from behind was so hot. I tried to imagine he was in my other hole. But it was impossible. The sensation was too shocking and outrageous. And he was just burying his shaft inside of me, relentlessly - its thickness violently forcing my acceptance, its length carving its way so deep inside me that I thought I was going to split apart.



But I didn't. Some way, somehow, he got it all in me. And when his fingertip found my clit again, it was like a lightning bolt. And then he started thrusting. Oh my god! With his fingertip playing with my clit, that massive foot long pole pulled most of the way out of me, then, with agonizing slowness, pushed all the way in again. I thought I was going to faint. Instead, I came. After about ten such thrusts in and out, his finger drove me over the edge. I trembled, then I screamed, then my entire body felt like it was being turned inside out. And he was still fucking my ass! I came and came, heaving and trembling, my ever nerve endings on fire, my whole torso shaking. He grabbed my tits with both hands now, holding them firmly as he skewered me, in and out and in and out again, really enjoying the sensation, apparently as I struggled to just maintain consciousness.



Mercifully, my body calmed a bit as he held me like that and slowed his strokes, until eventually it seemed like he could just slide in and out with ease. And that's what he was doing. "I don't want to see you again," he breathed in my ear, buried to the hilt. "Unless you're all mine." And at that, he pulled out of me, suddenly. He turned me around completely, so I was leaning against the counter and facing him. Was he going to fuck me now? Did I even want him to? No. He was stroking himself to orgasm. The first thick rope of cum hit me in the face. I lay back on the counter, totally surrendered, as he proceeded to pump his fluid in thick white bursts all over my chest, my neck, my stomach. Some got in my hair. He was just fouling me with his jizz, reveling in releasing all over me. I wasn't going to seem beaten. I met his intensity. I started scooping the cum off my bare skin with my fingers and bringing them to my mouth. He watched, finally finished, as I sat splayed there on the edge of his sink there, methodically finding every bit of cum I could find and licking it off my fingers, staring him in the face the entire time. I was still doing it when he left.



My ass ached for days. It felt like my entire insides had been rearranged, and maybe they had been. I begged off seeing Kieran for the first couple nights, lying in bed alone, confused, empty, wondering what to do. I'd degraded myself and been humiliated more than ever by going there, by worshipping his cock and begging for it, and instead getting fucked in the ass and drenched with his cum. Was I really willing to break up with Kieran in order to get fucked by Billy again? And how long would that "relationship" even last? Did he really want me for a girlfriend, or just to know that he could have me? Did I really want to be his girlfriend?



The answer, as much as ever, was no. I know it seems like I'm just this horny little slut who only cares about sex, but truly, that's not the case. That was one part of life, a part that Billy could stimulate beyond any man I'd ever dreamed of, but it was only one part. For everything else, Kieran was a dream. And I suspected Billy would be a nightmare. For my birthday, Kieran flew in my entire family to surprise me, baked a cake by hand, and bought me a gorgeous promise ring. And what had I done for him? Blown his cocky former roommate for over an hour before taking him up the ass. I was terrible.

<hr pg="3" />So fine, Billy wouldn't fuck me again. Was I really missing out on so much? I still had the thoughts of him, if I ever needed a ready fantasy to push myself over the top when Kieran was going down on me, or I was grinding on top of him. There was no way I could dump Kieran, lose him forever, break his heart, just to get some more fucking from Billy. What would that make me? And where would it leave me? I was in love with Kieran. He didn't just buy me things and worship me. I truly loved and respected him. I didn't want to break up. And I wasn't going to.



In fact, I decided it was time to give Kieran some extra fun of his own. Guys like strip clubs, right? And they love their hot girl to take them to one, and then be cool about some other hot girl grinding all over them. This is what I assumed, anyway. I'd never been to such a place. But I knew if I was going to take him to one (on his birthday, which was only a few weeks after mine), I was not going to be outclassed. I decided to dress for the occasion in a tiny little skirt and a skin tight white tank top, with seven-inch stilettos. I got us a cab and took him there blindfolded. He didn't see my outfit until we got out of the car. He took a moment to drink me in, and then realized where we are. "Happy birthday baby," I giggled. He seemed a bit trepidatious, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.



The place was higher class than I expected. Several stages, great lighting, nice leather booths, decent music. I think some of the guys there thought I was a dancer myself, from my outfit. When Kieran was in the bathroom, several came over to ask me how much a private dance was. And then the manager wanted to know if I wanted to take the stage for a song, as a try-out. Kind of flattering, I suppose, but that was NOT why we were there. Plus I couldn't see myself doing what these girls do. Sure it's kind of fun to watch the stage and pole work, and some of them are pretty hot, but then to go have to wiggle around on some strange guy's lap, and tease him like you're interested, to get his money? No thanks.



But this wasn't about my opinions. This was about Kieran having a good time. I asked one of the girls how it worked, and she explained the different levels and locations for private dances, the most private being couches in special booths upstairs. I decided Kieran was going to pick a girl and we would spend a good hour on one of those couches. Let her do her worst. It couldn't even begin to make up for what I'd done with Billy.



And then, just as I was driving Kieran's former roommate out of my mind again, and smiling at my boyfriend coming back to join me in our booth, a girl I hadn't seen in a while took the stage. A tall brunette, with an amazing body, and one tattooed arm. Where did I know her from? She locked eyes with me, and I saw a big smile cross her face. Shit. It was that girl who knew about me and Billy. What incredible bad luck I had! And she totally recognized me. What could be worse? 



How about Kieran, having already been told to pick out the girl he wanted, selecting her? That's right.



It was hard to blame him. She was the cream of the crop here. And there were some girls with really hot bodies and pretty faces. But she was something else. 



She had on a tiny little cutoff t-shirt that didn't completely cover her very full breasts, and left completely bare her long, sinewy, sculpted lower torso. She was obviously very serious about the gym. She had long, toned dancer's legs which she moved very gracefully, a dark tan, and about half an ounce of body fat on her entire 5'9" frame. So she was taller than me, her tits were bigger, and her body more sculpted. Oh, and she was a brunette. Was that what Kieran really liked?



I know, who was I to even begin to ask such questions? Imagine the questions he'd ask about me and what I really liked in a guy's body, if he knew what I'd been doing? And imagine my difficulty answering. Of course, I didn't ask any of these questions out loud. I just gritted my teeth when he pointed at her with a rueful little boy's expression, and said, "Are you sure?"



Or course, my real concern was that she might out me somehow, and I was just NOT comfortable getting up close and personal with her - or letting Kieran do the same. But before we could even try to get her attention, she finished her one-song stage routine, and strutted toward us in her lucite stripper heels, eyes locked on mine. God, I hoped she didn't say anything about how we'd met. Please be cool. Please!



She just winked at me slyly as she positioned herself on Kieran's thigh, putting one arm around him, while the other very forwardly moved toward his chest to stroke it. "Hey babies," she said, "what a fetching couple. This a special occasion?" 



"His birthday," I said in a small voice.



"Well nice to meet you," she said. "I'm Amanda."



"Alyssa," I said, shaking her hand like an idiot. I knew her name was Shannon, but I guess they used stage names. "And this is Kieran."



"Well, hi Kieran," she said, mouth inches from his. "Did you pick out a girl yet to have some birthday dances with?"



"Actually..." Kieran stammered, looking at me.



"He picked you," I blurted out. I couldn't bear the suspense. If she was going to out me, then get it over with.



Amanda smiled at me. Her eyes seemed to say, "I recognize you, but I'm not going to say anything." At least, I think that's what they were saying. Her beautiful mouth said, "I hope your girlfriend is going to join us."



"Absolutely," Kieran replied.



She took us each by the hand and led us to an upstage booth, where she pushed Kieran onto a loveseat. Then she turned to me, her free hand going around my back and pulling me up against her, and kissed me! And it was not just a little "hello" kiss. It was a strong, passionate, "I'm in charge" kind of kiss. 



After she broke it, she looked me in the eye for a reaction. Did I have one? Well, I have kissed girls a couple of times in the past, and I was kind of tipsy both times, and never did anything more than that. And I didn't really feel anything, either time. But this was a little different. There was an... electricity with her. And she seemed to sense it. I looked over at Kieran. His eyes were wide. 



"Your girlfriend's so gorgeous, do you mind if I kiss her some more?" She didn't ask me, mind you. Just him. He just kind of smiled. Amanda placed her hands gently on the sides of my waist as she moved a little to the music that was playing. She was definitely sexy, I couldn't argue with that. And if this was going to turn Kieran on, and be part of the show... fine. She kissed me again, and this time, I decided to really play along. I kissed back, and I moved my hands around to the small of her back. She pressed those big breasts up against mine. God they were firm. Implants, I assumed. She was definitely bigger and stronger than me. It was not exactly like being with a guy, but I was definitely the girl in this kiss. Her hands moved down to my ass and cupped it in both hands, just like Billy had done when we first danced together. I allowed her to pull my crotch toward hers as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I'm sure Kieran's eyes had to be popping out of his head at this point. But we were just getting started. Amanda pulled her t-shirt up to reveal her naked breasts to me. I had to admit I was a little fascinated by them. I slowly moved my hand toward one of them. I cupped it lightly. It was so full, so round. I marveled at the feel of it. I let my thumb graze against her engorged nipple. She let out a gasp as I did. This was pretty hot!



She moved her mouth to my ear. "If you guys want to come back to my place tonight, I am so there. As long as you're participating." Seriously? Was she really proposing this? What kind of place was this? She looked me in the eye with intensity. "I mean, if you want to lessen your guilt a little, this could be a good way," she whispered. She kissed me again, her fingers finding one of my breasts now, and gently caressing it. It felt gooooooooddddd. 



I stood there wobbly, a little light-headed. Would I even consider this? Going home with her, and letting Kieran have some fun with her? She did have a point about the guilt. That would certainly help even the score, a little...



She moved over to him now, and perched on his lap, facing him. She slowly moved one of her distended nipples toward his face, and rubbed it on his cheeks and lips, driving him insane, I'm sure. Somehow I had the feeling that he might go along with her idea, if she asked him... 



Her hand was on his crotch now. Then she took one of his hands, and placed it on one of her tits. "It kind of seems like you'd really like to fuck me," she said to Kieran in an innocent voice. "Nod if I'm reading this right."



Kieran, god love him, looked over at me, for permission, I guess. I nodded. He nodded sheepishly at her. She looked over at me now, laughing. "Your boyfriend really wants to fuck me. I guess the question is how nice of a birthday you want him to have." God, this girl was aggressive. Kieran seemed confused now. She turned around, her back to him, and pressed her round little ass onto his lap, grinding on what I'm sure was a massive (for him) erection.



She gave him a mind-blowing half hour, then told us it was time for her turn on stage. She asked if she could see my phone, and typed something into it. Her number, and her address. Then she whispered in my ear, "I'll be home by midnight." 



I had a decision to make, as I plopped down next to Kieran, and watched her walk off. Would I really be okay with him going all the way with her, if she let him? I looked him in the eye. The fact was, I loved him enough to give this to him. But more than that, I wanted to repay him in some small way for what I'd done with Billy. And I had to admit, the whole idea did turn me on a bit. Would I go further with her than just kissing? Did I want to explore her body a bit, and have her explore mine? The answer, on a basic primal level, was "yes", even though I didn't really know what that might lead to, or if I'd really want it when it was happening. 



Maybe having given up Billy, I craved some other sort of illicit fantasy outlet beyond just sex with Kieran. In any case, I told him what she'd offered. And that I was okay with it. He was beyond stunned.



I made clear to Kieran on the cab ride to her place that I was setting no ground rules. It was a threesome. I wanted to be with her, and I wanted him to be with her. And she made it clear she wanted to be with both of us. Whatever happened, I was okay with.



He was truly conflicted. "But why would you do this?" he asked.



"You've been so good to me baby. And it's your birthday. I'ts just a one-time thing."



But somehow he didn't seem convinced. I looked at him.



"She turns you on, right? It's okay to admit it."



"Yes."



"And if you were single, and she was available, you'd do anything to get inside that hot body. Right?"



He half smiled.



"So if it goes that way, and she's game, do it, baby. I want you to have fun."



Little did he know this was all about my conscience. If I'd never been with Billy, I would probably have NEVER done or allowed something like this. He put his arm around me, not believing his luck.



Shannon/Amanda had a nice one-bedroom apartment on the high end side of town. Damn, I guess stripping paid well, at least for her. She buzzed us in. As we got to her door, Kieran stopped and looked at me. "Are you sure about this?" he said. 



"I'm sure," I said.



"I guess if we do this... I might owe you..."



It took me a minute to realize what he was saying. Then it hit me. A threesome with another guy? Not at all on my wish list. And before you ask, the answer is, "Yeah, no." A night with Kieran AND Billy sounded more like a nightmare than a fantasy to me. No thank you.



But before I could answer him, Shannon was opening the door, looking more normal, but still very fuckable in a tight t-shirt, jeans and bare feet. Of course, I was still in my tiny little outfit. It looked like I was the stripper. She smiled at him, but her eyes were really on me, as she said, "Come in."



Off work, she seemed more shy at first, with none of the boldness she had in the club. She got us drinks and we sat on the couch in between us. But then she brought up a subject I was hoping she wouldn't. She turned to Kieran. "Wait a minute, I think I've seen you before. Did you use to room with a guy named Billy?" Kieran's face kind of fell, like the mention of Billy's name took all the fun out of the evening. I knew exactly how he felt. She'd promised!



"Yeah."



"We used to go out. Well, not really out. We spent most of our time in, if you know what I mean."



Kieran didn't seem the least bit interested in carrying on this line of conversation. He just kind of nodded.



"I hope we didn't keep you up at night," she grinned.



"No worries," he said softly.



"It must have been a revolving door of young ladies there," she mused. "I know Billy got around. It's okay. Hard to blame him. When you've got it, use it, right? Did you ever see him naked?"



Kieran shook his head. He looked like he wanted to leave. I felt bad for him. I wished she would shut up.



"The guy's huge. He's arrogant as hell, and totally disrespectful, but damn if I didn't spend hours upon hours in his room, as his little plaything. I met him in the club and went back to his room that night and let him have what he wanted. And I never do that. Well, until tonight..."



With that, she climbed onto Kieran's lap, facing him, and lowered her lips softly to his mouth. "I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight, baby," she cooed to him between kisses. "You're gonna get to go where Billy went... Has that ever happened before? You two ever both get with the same girl?"



Dammit, what was she doing? This was not what I came here for. She hadn't revealed my secret life with Billy, but she was coming too close...



"I don't think so," Kieran said quietly.



"I hope I didn't make you feel bad," she said between more kisses. "Not every girl is into that kind of guy. I mean, I am, obviously, but your girl here is a mega hottie, and she's all about you." She looked over at me, sitting there next to them. "She's not easily seduced by a jacked body or a huge dick." Of course, I didn't dare even try to respond to that. Instead, I turned up the chill music she had on and started dancing a bit, doing my best to impersonate a professional like her, and hoping things would start moving in a different direction.



Shannon pulled her t-shirt off. "This is what you wanted before, isn't it baby," she said to Kieran, offering an erect nipple to his waiting mouth. "You want to suck on my tits before you fuck me. That's cool. I like that." She was kind of grinding on his lap again now, topless, and he was getting into it, despite what she'd said about his cock. His hands were holding her big breasts from underneath as he kissed them all over. I guess any reservations about a threesome that he had were gone now.



"You probably want me to put your cock in my mouth first, huh?" She was moaning, clearly affected by what he was doing with her tits. Finally she pulled herself off him and stood up. "Take your pants off, baby." This took him about three seconds. Meanwhile, she was shimmying out of hers, and was down to just a thong. Kieran was totally erect for her. It was weird seeing his cock out, excited by another girl. Of course, I was dancing for him, too, but I knew it was mainly about Shannon. 



She got down on her knees between his legs and gave the head of his cock a lick. She grabbed his shaft at the base in one hand. "Did you ever meet Billy, Alyssa?" she asked, turning to me. 



I hoped I wasn't blushing. 



"Once or twice." I couldn't make eye contact with Kieran.



"With some girls, that's all it would take," she mused, licking Kieran's erection now. "I'm sure one look at you, and he was ripping off his t-shirt to show off that ripped torso. I bet he even flirted with you when Kieran was around. Or maybe even in front of him. He's so that guy."



I turned my back to them both now, shocked that she was doing this, not wanting Kieran to see my face. I continued dancing. 



"If I had a girlfriend that hot, I'd keep her away from Billy," Shannon said to Kieran. "Girls might think he's obnoxious and into himself, but secretly, they want to feel all that size and power take them, and be inside them. Even if they know that he tires of girls quickly, no matter how hot they are. And the only way back in his bed then is to offer him a threesome with another hot girl." Interesting. I wonder why she brought that up? Was it true?



Somehow Shannon was saying all this while still giving Kieran a pretty impressive blowjob, and if her words were tormenting him, his cock didn't show it. 



I guess she noticed that too, because the next things she said was:



"Does that turn you on? Do I have you imagining your baby's soft lips and tongue on Billy's huge cock? Or picturing her on her back with those beautiful legs around him, as he feeds those twelve inches into that hot little body?"



Kieran was close to orgasm now, I could tell. I turned to watch him. His eyes were closed. Was it possible that this DID turn him on?



"You sure seem like it does, baby. Well who knows, maybe you can make your fantasy a reality. You are gonna owe her after this. I gotta warn you, though. BIlly never wears a condom. So when he fucks her, he's gonna pump a massive load into her. His cum shots are epic..."



At that Kieran lost it. He was cumming hearing about Billy cumming! She pulled her mouth off him just in time, and he squirted disappointingly (for him, I'm sure) on her hand, which was jacking his cock expertly. "That's it baby, let it all out... Enjoy your fantasy. I'm going to have to get you guys his number."



Kieran kept his eyes closed for a beat. I had no idea what he was thinking. Part of me wanted to kill her. But she'd obviously gotten him off, so who knew if this was a bad thing? 



Shannon wiped her hand off with some tissues, and pranced over to me. I was like a deer in the headlights, as she gently pushed me up against a wall. 



"What about you, Alyssa, did that get you turned on, too?" she asked, between gentle kisses on my face and lips. Her hand went to my panties, which were soaking. "Sure feels like it did." She turned to Kieran, who was now looking at us. "She got soaked just imagining it, baby," she grinned. Her hands were on my breasts now. I was royally pissed at her, but also totally aroused, thinking about Billy, even though I wished I wasn't. She kissed me aggressively on the mouth. I opened my lips slightly, yielding to her pressure. Her tongue found mine. It felt good, I had to admit it. She was a GREAT kisser.



She broke the kiss. "Excuse me for a minute," she grinned, strutting off to the bedroom. I looked over at Kieran. He was soft, and spent. 



"You okay, baby?" I asked. He was pensive. I went over and sat on his lap. I pulled up my tank top, presenting my naked tits to him. My nipples were almost painfully erect. "Aren't you glad this body is all yours?" What a liar. But I felt bad for him. He put his hands on the sides of my waist, and started kissing me on my breasts. God, it felt good. I wriggled out of my little skirt and G-string and pushed him down on the couch, continuing to feed my breasts to his eager mouth. Then I started kissing him furiously, really getting into it. Damn her and her snide suggestions. This was the man I loved, and he loved me. And I was going to show it. If he could get hard again this quick, I'd let him take me right there. But for whatever reason, he didn't. 



Then we both noticed Amanda come back out, wearing the most outrageous thing I have ever seen in my life. It was a strap-on dildo, sticking out and up from her crotch at about a 45 degree angle. And it was huge. Roughly the size of Billy's erection, maybe a tiny bit smaller. She also had on heels and a tight tank top. And a big grin on her face. The phallus bobbed as she walked.

<hr pg="4" />"How do you like my new look?" she asked, standing there posing for us. I didn't know what to say. This girl was insane. "I figured Kieran might need a few minutes before he's ready to fuck me - " He just looked at me. Was this really happening? Was she going to let him fuck her, and was I going to let him go through with it? I smiled. Happy birthday. 

"And in the meantime, I thought Alyssa might want to meet my friend."

"I don't think so," I demurred. She brought it closer, standing there, in front of me. "I think I'm good. Thanks, though."

"Kieran?" she moved over toward him. Was she kidding? "I know it looks way too big, but you get used to it. Trust me." He just stared at her - was she serious? "I'm just kidding," she said. "This is all for your girlfriend. If she's game. I mean Kieran, you want to see us together, right? This is a threesome, after all..."

"I don't think we need to go that far," I said, truly out of my element here. Would I let her put that thing inside me? There was no way. Especially not in front of Kieran.

She was looking at him expectantly. "Whatever she wants is cool with me," my loving boyfriend said. You see why I stay with him?

"Well," Amanda said, "I suppose she could fuck me with it, but I kind of thought me being the guy would be fun. And just in case she's at all interested in what this feels like..."

"I'm not." 

"Okay." She pouted. "Will you at least give it a little kiss, before I take it off? I'd kind of like to see that."

This was getting weird. But whatever. The sooner the subject changed from big dicks that I might enjoy, the more comfortable I'd be. She moved it toward my mouth. I had to admit, whoever designed it did a pretty good job. I mean, it was a piece of rubber, but the detail was pretty striking. It had veins sticking out of it, the crown looked like a real crown. Its weight even looked about right for a cock of that size. Which of course I now had a lot of first hand experience with. It didn't mean I wanted to kiss it, but... what the hell. I'd had a few drinks. So I kissed its big head. Then I looked over at Kieran. He seemed a bit transfixed.

"Mmm, that felt good," Amanda emoted. "Can you do that some more?"

With my eyes glued to Kieran, curious now to see his expression, I kissed it again. Then I gently ran my tongue under the crown, flicking there a couple of times. Damn if his cock didn't start to rise! And damn if Amanda didn't notice this. "I think someone's enjoying the show," she grinned. "Maybe you should see if you can get your lips around it."

I don't know what came over me. Other than using alcohol as my excuse. I decided to go for it. I opened wide, and slowly engulfed the thick crown between my lips. Kieran looked like he might have a coronary. The thing tasted weird and wrong on my tongue, but not so wrong that I needed to stop . It was just... unusual. "Mmm, that's it baby, suck on my great big cock," Amanda said. She very slightly thrust her hips toward me, pushing a little more of that huge thing into my mouth. I sat there surrendered and let her face-fuck me with it, just a few inches in and out. I found my hands going to hold her hips as she did this. I'm sure it really looked like I was avidly participating now. 

Although of course it couldn't come close to replacing my muscular, big-dicked lover (ex-lover, at this point), the sensation of having my mouth so filled and dominated by a phallus of that size got me thinking about Billy even more. God, how I missed the way it felt to be filled by him. I mean, I was letting Kieran fuck me on a regular basis now, and it was nice, and sometimes I even came, but it was just such a different experience. Billy had the looks, the body, the alpha attitude, and yes, the cock size that I guess just did it for me physically in a way Kieran never could. I guess that's pretty clear to you by now. :) But this is all my way of explaining what I allowed to happen next.

Amanda pulled the dildo out, and took me by both hands, pulling me off the couch and down onto the floor with her. "I want to kiss you some more," she said. I was game for that. I let her gently push me down onto my back. I was kind of in a daze now, not even thinking about what I'm sure you're thinking about - kind of like during my first time with Billy. I was so in the moment, it was just like, "Okay, let's kiss." She climbed on top of me. I felt the gigantic rubber thing resting on my tummy as she lowered her sexy mouth to mine. Mmmm, that was a good kiss. I was really wet now, I realized, as I felt her feminine fingers find my opening. Oh Godddddd, I exulted silently as she slipped two fingers inside of me. And her thumb found my clit. I was in heaven... 

Her mouth went to my breasts now as she finger-fucked me gently. Her kisses on my nipples were electric, they sent chills up and down my spine. I glanced over at Kieran. He was stroking his erection, eyes glued to the show before him. I was so glad he was enjoying himself. So I didn't really even think twice when I felt Amanda withdraw her fingers and replace them, at the entrance to my wet pussy, with the head of that enormous dildo. She arched her back up now, hands holding me at both sides of my waist. God she looked sexy. Those tits were amazing... and that torso... and that face... I felt the wide rubber crown begin to fill the space between my labia. She was entering me. She was pushing. And I was so wet, so ready... my body was yielding to it. I looked over at Kieran. He was stroking himself faster. He looked like he could lose it at any moment. And now she was sliding that massive thing into me, inch after inch, powerfully, insistently, steadily, filling me, like only Billy had ever filled me. "Oh, yesss..." I cried.

And then she had to open her mouth. "See, this is how Billy does it," she said to Kieran. "In case you didn't already know it." I noticed Kieran slowed in his self-pleasuring. Just as Amanda was increasing the speed and power of her thrusts. I was beyond reason now, loving the sensation, outraged by it in a way, but totally turned on - and totally surrendered. My hands were on her gorgeous tits, fondling them, marveling at them. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I hated what she was saying, and that she was saying it now. "So he's got this great body, which he's always showing off, and he's so handsome, so a girl's gonna kiss him, thinking she can always stop things at some point. I mean, even if she doesn't know how well-hung he is, and doesn't know his reputation, if you've got a brain in your head, you know he's a player, you know he's just out for one thing. But then he's kissing you. And he's such a good kisser..." 

She was slowing her thrusts now, but they were so long and deep - she would pull almost all the way out, then sink all the way back in, making me squeal and gasp from the sensation. "And at some point, some part of his crotch rubs against you, and you're like, 'Damn.' That's the moment when you know you should probably go. But for some reason, you have to see the damn thing. And once you've seen it, you have to touch it. And the next thing you know, you're kissing it, and you're thinking maybe you'll just blow him, at most, and it's so hot pleasuring that huge thing that you let him cum all over your face, and in your mouth, and then you're swallowing his cum..."

Kieran was still stroking himself, was still erect, I dimly noticed, and still watching us. That was good. I really couldn't think too much about him right now, though. The fucking I was getting was pretty all-consuming. It had all of my focus.

"And then damn if he isn't hard again a few minutes later when you're just kissing him again, and of course you're totally wet, and he offers to go down on you, and like an idiot, you think you'll cum that way and then leave..."

God, had he told her our entire story? Was this what happened with Billy and every girl?

"But at a certain point, you're so turned on, you just have to feel that great big thing inside you, just for a second. He promises he'll pull out."

She buried herself all the way up inside me again now, hands holding my wrists on the floor, mouth moving in for a wet kiss.

"Then the next thing you know, he's fucking you all over his room, in every conceivable position, and you're cumming longer and more intensely than you ever have before..."

I was so close to orgasm. I couldn't look at Kieran. I couldn't look at her. I kissed back, but all I could think about was Billy.

"And you think he's going to pull out without cumming. I mean, he doesn't have a condom on. You told him he should. He agreed that he would. And then you feel it. His fluid just exploding inside of you, somewhere so deep, so unimaginably deep, and you know he's just pumping his cum into you - he doesn't care - and you're just taking it, out of your mind with pleasure."

"Oh, Godddd!!" I gushed, my orgasm overtaking me in waves. I opened my eyes. Amanda was frozen there, staring at me as I bucked my hips, out of control, so filled by that huge cock. Kieran was frozen too, cock in his hand.

After a beat, Amanda smiled at me. "You adjusted so easily. It's almost like you're used to a cock of this size. See that look in her eyes, Kieran? Maybe you never have... But maybe somebody has."

If I wasn't so out of my mind from my orgasm, which was still rolling, I would probably have been furious with her. I can't imagine what her words were doing to Kieran."

"You ever been with a guy this big?" she asked me, all innocently.

I shook my head no. She had withdrawn herself all the way to the crown. My body begged to be filled again. I wasn't done. I knew from my experiences with Billy that I was capable of extending this. I needed to. It was like we stopped halfway through.

"Come on, play along with the fantasy. Whose cock are you thinking about right now?"

"No one's."

"Well, you've heard all about Billy's and this is about his size... and you've met the guy. So you know how hot he is."

"Whatever." I was holding firm. I would not do this to Kieran.

"If you want me to keep fucking you, I think you should call me Billy."

"No."

"Fine," she said, pulling out.

Aaagggh! I was in agony. I had to have it back.

I looked up at Kieran. I couldn't do this to him. 

"I know he wants to fuck me, and that's what's happening as soon as you cum," Amanda said. "I'm so turned on I can't stand it. I have to have a cock inside of me. He knows we're just playing."

He took his hand off his cock. Maybe he was so aroused that he had to stop before he lost it. Surely the thought of getting to fuck Shannon had to be a turn-on. 

"He knows you're okay with it, right?"

I looked into his eyes. I don't know what I saw there. A mix of emotions. "I am baby. I want you to fuck her."

Shannon pressed the first few inches of the phallus into me again. Aaaahhhhh. "He knows I'm just teasing, and it's just a fantasy," she said. "Just say his name and we'll keep going."

I looked at Kieran. He shrugged. Fine. 

"Okay 'Billy,'" I said, trying to keep things light. 

She grinned, the fucking bitch, and complied, sinking back into me with a victorious abandon. "Whose cock is inside you?" she asked.

"Billy's," I said in what I hoped was a quiet and unenthusiastic voice, for Kieran's sake. But god, her thrusts were doing it to me now. I was so close to orgasm, it was torturous. 

"Tell me what you want me to do, and say my name" she said, pulling most of the way out, and just teasing me there.

"Oh god, fuck me, Billy," I finally said, deciding to just cut loose. She rewarded me with full penetration. "You're making me cum."

"Like no other guy's ever done?" she asked.

She kept thrusting. I nodded. I was in sexual heaven. I closed my eyes. I imagined Billy's muscular torso on top of me, and his even slightly bigger and harder weapon deep inside of me. 

"Oh yeah, baby," she emoted, "Billy's going to blast so much cum into you so deep, baby, are you ready?"

"Yes," I panted, beginning to quake in the biggest orgasm of the night. I was out of my mind with the intensity of the feeling that was overtaking me. My eyes were closed. Kieran wasn't there, Shannon wasn't there, it was just me and Billy, and it was our first time together, when I received his ejaculate with such shock at the feeling it created inside of me, with that massive explosion of fluid. 

"Billy's cumming inside you Alyssa," Shannon said. "He's filling you with his cum. You're taking more of it than any other man could ever give you. It's shooting so deep, so powerfully, just on and on and on. Billy's making you his forever. There's nothing you can do. He owns you. His DNA is inside of you. Forever. There's no turning back. Ever..."

I like there, in shock, as she finally stopped her thrusting, buried fully inside me. 

Slowly, very slowly, I started to come to my senses. I opened my eyes. She was staring at me, totally turned on. And she was unbuckling some sort of strap that held the dildo on her. She got up on her haunches, leaving it in me. She looked over at Kieran. He was still hard, sitting there with a stunned look on his face. Oh shit. What had I done? She grabbed a condom that she had evidently also brought out with her, and unwrapped it. She went over to him and unrolled it onto his erection. Then she climbed onto his lap.

I don't think either of us had any time to react. She was engulfing him inside of her. She put her hands on his shoulders and bobbed up and down on him. "Was that hot, honey? Were you picturing them together?"

Kieran was stone faced, but I'm sure out of his mind with sensation. "Now you get to fuck Amanda the stripper, is that hot? By the way, my real name is Shannon. You gonna cum inside me, Kieran?"

He was clearly getting close. He closed his eyes. "It's okay to have naughty fantasies, Kieran. It's okay to imagine big muscular Billy sliding his huge cock into your hot girlfriend. You can imagine it like she was imagining it. Who knows? Maybe it's even happened."

With a grunt he lost it inside of her. It wasn't fair, sullying his orgasm again with that kind of talk. But he was cumming so loudly. I doubt it was BECAUSE of the Billy talk. But who knows? Is it possible he kind of got off on it, in a way, and she was right? Even if he did, that didn't mean he'd get off on the real thing, or ever forgive me, if he knew. 

The cab ride home was tense and awkward. I finally broke the silence. "All that talk she did..." I began. "It was just wrong and uncalled for. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have gone there if I knew she was gonna do that."

He didn't say anything for a while. Finally: "It's okay. I still can't believe you would even do that for me. I mean, a threesome. A first, for me. Ever."

"I love you," I said. And I meant it. I kissed him with passion, hoping to wipe the Billy talk out of his mind - and maybe even my mind - forever.

Kieran wasn't going to bring up the possibility of "owing" me again, and I certainly didn't need any "payback." Of course, I still owed him more than I could EVER repay him, if he only knew. But as we went to sleep that night, him exhausted, and me still a little turned on, my mind went to the one experience I'd had with two guys at the same time, and how hot it had been.

So at the risk of sounding even more trampy than you probably already think I am, I'll tell you about it. It was a couple months before I started dating Kieran. I was going out with this jock who was in one of the frats. Typically cocky athlete, tall and muscular - not at Billy's level, but he had a hot body. And he was good-looking. I didn't really know how much I liked him yet, but he was courting me pretty heavily, and he was the kind of guy that I guess people expected a girl who looked like me to be with. After a few dates, we'd only made out with some "petting" - over my shirt, to his great disappointment. I could tell he was ragingly aroused each time, and the bulge in his pants looked promising. But I wasn't the kind of girl who just let a guy fuck her, or who even gave a guy head, that early in a relationship. (Contrary to what it might seem.)

Then one night we were at a big party, and a bunch of guys from the football team where there, who had just won some big game, and were super cocky, and looking to score. One friend of his was a wide receiver, I think, about 6'6", light-skinned black guy, with a powerful body. A little taller than Billy, not quite as ripped, but almost in Billy's ballpark. He was every girl at the party's dream, I heard later, but once he met me, he was fixated - despite being friends with my date. Whenever my guy was gone for even a second, getting me a drink, talking to some friend, whatever, this guy Shiloh (I think that was his name, something weird like that) was all up in my grill, telling me how beautiful I was, how I was the hottest girl there, blah blah blah. He seemed kind of empty and too confident, for my taste (at least my taste then) but I have to admit he was really handsome, and I was drinking like I planned to have something bad happen that night.

One time when my guy was in the bathroom, Shiloh (let's just call him that) offered to show me his bedroom. Oh, how nice of him. And how convenient that it turns out this was his frat house. "What about my date?" I asked, as if I was seriously considering it.

"He can watch, if he wants to." He did NOT just say that. I guess that's how you talk when you know you can have any girl you want. "Just give me one kiss," he then said, recovering a bit. "If it's not there, you can move on."

So just to shut this guy up, I leaned my head back slightly, looking up at him, and he moved in for a kiss. 

Shit. That felt good. I was a little weak in the knees. His arm snaked around my waist, catching me and holding me there. Damn, that felt good too. Especially his hand on my bare skin. (I was wearing some sort of crop top, as I recall.)

Somehow, the next thing I said was, "You sure he only gets to watch?"

He looked at me in awe at his incredible luck. Was I shitting him? I went on:

"I mean, he did bring me here. We've been going out."

"Hell, he can join in, if he wants."

"Give me two minutes."

What can I say? I was horny. It had been a while since I'd had sex. I found my date, and took him somewhere private. I kissed him. I placed his hand on my breast. I put mine on his cock. Mmm, it was hardening, and seemed very nice sized. It was the first I'd touched it. His eyes were on fire. "Listen, here's what we're going to do," I said, all sure of myself. "We're gonna meet your friend Shiloh in his room. It'll be the three of us." He looked at me. He couldn't believe I was saying this, I'm sure. 

"Shiloh? What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean? Are you in, or out?"

The implication was that if he wasn't "in," Shiloh might still be "in." And if he was "in," he might soon be "in" me. The hot girl he was courting might let Shiloh fuck her with his big (I imagined) dick, right here, right now. And he might be left out in the cold. Or... he could join the fun. He weighed his options. Finally: "fuck yeah."

I think it's safe to say those two guys are still talking about that night. No, I didn't let either of them fuck me, but I let them strip me down to just a thong, and enjoy my body in almost every way they wanted to. Each of them took their time kissing me from head to toe, literally, and it was truly heavenly. As my date used his mouth hungrily on my breasts, covering every inch of them with licks, kisses, bites, and intense sucking on my engorged nipples, Shiloh concentrated on my lower body. I let him freely use his big hands to position my legs any way he wanted them, as he worked his mouth up and down my inner thighs, and kissed all around the tiny triangle of fabric that covered my pussy. I didn't even stop him when he kissed on the fabric - and God, did it send a shiver up my spine - but I wouldn't let him go farther, despite endless attempts on his part to pull them down, or slip a finger or a tongue underneath them.
<hr pg="5" />But I rewarded his attention to pleasuring me with great enthusiasm when their cocks finally came out. They were both well-endowed - not at Billy's level, but bigger than average, and I drove them both out of their minds with a lot of slow licking and kissing, gentle hand work, and finally taking each in my mouth for some glorious pumping. I'm sure they were each hoping this was all a prologue to taking turns fucking me - or at least making me swallow their cum - but I wasn't going to go that far. I mean, what do you take me for? :) They both had to settle with losing it all over my tits, after which I quickly cleaned up, got dressed, and got out of there. I went home to my vibrator. And of course, I broke it off with the guy.

But that was a different time. I had a boyfriend now, who I loved, who loved me. 

So I also had a muscular big-dicked lover for those moments that I needed something more. Can we just get past that?

Well, apparently Billy was past it. I hadn't taken him seriously with what he'd said before, not really. I knew if I showed up there again, I could tempt him. Maybe he wouldn't fuck me, but jesus, the guy made me cum without doing so last time, so was that really such a problem? I know I said that I had decided not to go back there, but by now, you probably know I didn't stick to that for too long. The truth was that as much as Shannon pissed me off, her words cut to the bone. I DID cum because I was thinking about Billy, and I HAD become a bit addicted to this guy. So it took me a while, but yes, I eventually went back to his room with my special key, wearing some sexy little outfit. At a time when I thought there was a good chance he might be there alone. Only this time, the key didn't work. What? Had he changed the locks? I knocked and got no answer. Was this really happening?

I went home and shot off an email to find out what was going on. The next day I got my answer. Yes, he had changed the locks. And if I was still with Kieran, he didn't want to see or hear from me. "Lose my email address," he even said.

Goddamn. What was this guy's deal? Was he really shutting me out permanently? I couldn't believe he was really sticking to this, and wouldn't even see me now.

I stewed on this for a while. A long while. Like weeks. Weeks of normality with my loving boyfriend, and nothing crazy going on. I mean that in both a good way and a bad way. I really wasn't sure what to do, or what I could do. But I was still not having luck getting Billy out of my head.

Then one day I remembered what Shannon had said. How when a girl is moved out of Billy's "rotation" (whatever), one way for her to have a chance with him again is by offering a threesome with some other hot girl. Was this a possibility? Was it my only chance, save breaking up with Kieran?

Of course I wasn't going to let any other girl know what I was up to with Billy, so clearly I had one person I could call. I finally swallowed my pride and looked her up, to see if this was something she might be interested in. Hell yes, she was interested. I didn't admit that I was now the one who was shut out - I made it seem like I was offering her a way back in. But of course, I never would've done that, especially after all the lines she'd crossed talking about me and Billy in front of Kieran.

But I was desperate. Billy had totally written me off. And Shannon was super hot. Maybe if the two of us showed up at his place some time, it would be too enticing too refuse. And I could show him I'm the wild, fun girl that it's worth carrying on an affair with, whether she has a boyfriend or not.

So we agreed we'd surprise him when he was coming back to his room some day. Maybe he could turn me away on his own (and I still doubted that he would, if he actually saw me, all dolled up for him), but the two of us together? Forget it.

I knew Billy's gym schedule, and figured we had a good chance at catching him coming home from a workout (all pumped and sexy) late on a Friday afternoon, so that's when we decided to be waiting outside his dorm room door, looking like we just stepped off the pages of some magazine guys would jerk off to. 

I spent hours preparing my look, hoping to outclass Shannon in every way possible. I didn't really want her to be there, or to share Billy with her, and my hope was that she'd just be a little bonus for him, as he really concentrated on his blonde goddess, who had gone so out of her way, yet again, to please him. I pulled out every beauty stop I could think of, so that I'd arrive at his place with my hair and makeup professionally done like I was going to a photo shoot, and my body tanned and sculpted even more than usual, thanks to an insane workout regimen. I also waxed completely clean, got a french manicure and pedicure, and applied what I hoped he'd find an intoxicating scent. 

For an outfit, I chose a a skin-tight, zip-up, thigh-length cardigan, unzipped enough to show tons of cleavage as it clung to my breasts on either side, just waiting to be pulled apart by him. It came down to my crotch and was also unzipped a few inches there, revealing that only a tiny G-string stood in the way of where his penis really needed to go. And, of course, I was wearing towering fuck-me pumps. My hair was in an up-do, my neck bare to him and begging to be kissed.

My competitive instincts definitely kicked in when I saw what Shannon looked like standing outside of Billy's dorm suite. I guess being a stripper, she was used to dressing outrageously and having men staring at her, so she didn't mind the stares she was getting from other guys walking up and down the hall. I think totally naked would've been a more subtle look. She had on tiny skin-tight pink micro-shorts, their color contrasting appealingly with the deep tan of her toned thighs and tight belly. On top, she was spilling out of some tiny little bra that covered barely fifty percent of her impossibly full breasts. Over that she had on a cut-off jean vest, unbuttoned and sleeveless. She had on modest (for her) four-inch heels, and was leaning against the wall next to Billy's door, one gorgeous leg lightly crossed over the other.

Of course, I wasn't exactly dressed for church, either, but as usual, when I went to Billy's the hot clothes were either in a bag, or covered up by some sort of jacket or sweats. In this case, the heels were in the bag, and I had a long dress that covered the sluttier garb on underneath. Seeing what she was wearing, I decided that just wouldn't do, so without so much as acknowledging her presence, I pulled off the dress (making sure no guys were in the hall at that moment), and stuffed it in my bag, then strapped on my fuck-me pumps. 

She kind of smirked at me. I didn't like the look on her face. "You look pretty fuckable to me," she said. "But it's not my taste that matters."

I tried to ignore this, positioning myself facing on the other side of the door from her - trying to decide on a position that was sexy without looking too ridiculous. By my estimate, Billy would be there within a few minutes. I'd called the guy at the front desk of the gym and asked him to text me when Billy left. I think he was so excited to get my number that he would've hired a private detective to follow Billy, if I'd asked him to. And I'd gotten the text moments before, giving me time to get here and be ready.

Several guys went up and down the hall as we waited. I kind of felt sorry for them. Most tried not to stare, but I can only imagine the envy they might've felt, at what was waiting their big-dicked, muscular dorm mate when he got home. Maybe they were used to a parade of hotties going in and out of Billy's room in various tiny outfits, but I dare say nothing quite this blatant had ever greeted their innocent eyes when they traversed this corridor. 

It must suck to be them, I thought - knowing a guy like Billy would always top them when it came to pulling girls who looked like Shannon or me. There was literally nothing they could do to compete. Even if they had muscles like Billy's, and were as handsome as him (and trust me, none of them came close, on either front), unless they also had a cock who could do things to a woman that his could, chances are babes like us wouldn't be so stuck on him, and wouldn't be waiting in his hallway for a chance to cover it in lipstick and spread our long, pretty legs so he could fill our tight little bodies with his hugeness.

Such thinking led me to consider my own boyfriend, who had to count himself as one of them (if he only knew the truth), even if I was his girlfriend, and he was having sex with me on a regular basis. The fact was that his supposedly faithful girlfriend was literally begging this macho jerk to have sex with her, and was willingly taking him in whatever orifice he chose to penetrate. Kieran was still wearing a condom every time we did it, for God's sake, and had never dreamed of trying to cum in my mouth or on my face, and here I was hungrily ingesting as much semen as Billy could shoot. And now I was preparing to greet him at his door with some stripper, desperately hoping to get another fucking. I was such a bad girl.

But when Billy appeared at the end of the hall, such thoughts vanished immediately. He stood there a moment, I assume noticing us and wondering what he ever did to deserve this, and then began a slow, nonchalant walk in our direction. He had on a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, workout shorts and gym shoes. His hair was just long enough to be slicked back. I tried not to visibly tremble as he got closer, instead just staring him down with what I hoped was a smoldering, confident gaze. 

He reached me first, stopping to stand in front of me. My heart jumped as he stared openly at my cleavage, his hand slowly finding its way to the zipper on my sweater. He pulled it down a few inches. God, was he going to totally unzip me, right here? I prayed no one else walked down the hallway now. What if one of them knew Kieran, and recognized me? I'd never thought of that before. 

But he stopped with the zipper just above my navel, the fabric mercifully still covering most of my aching tits, albeit with a scandalous amount of side boob now on display. He slid his hand under it to cup my right breast. I was toast. Totally turned on. 

Maybe he wondered to what extent I would let him be my complete sexual master again - how far I would go this time. As if there was any question. His thumb and index fingertip found my distended nippple. I stood there, breath quickening, letting him do this. Yes, Billy, once again, I will do as you command, and my body is yours to enjoy. God, what was wrong with me?

I let my shoulder blades and arms rest against the wall, leaning back slightly, breasts pressed forward toward him. He squeezed my nipple gently. My mouth opened. My heart was pounding. I was losing it. I felt my panties moistening. 

Then he spoke again: "You stop by to give me another 90-minute blowjob?"

He stared in my eyes, the cocky bastard. What was I supposed to say? I just met his gaze, trying to hold onto some of my pride.

I heard Shannon snicker: "Ninety minutes? That's nothing." 

And now Billy's head turned to take her in, the bitch. There was no way that was nothing. Fuck her. I don't care what she says.

She was still in her same pose. God, she looked hot. To my great disappointment, Billy removed his hand and walked over to her. She had a big, gorgeous smile on her face as he approached, and said in a little-girl voice, "Surprise." He didn't touch her. But he openly ogled her banging body for a few long moments.

Then she spoke again: "She brought her boyfriend into the club, and we went back to my place. It got me thinking about old times..."

Perfect. She had to mention my "boyfriend." I was kind of hoping the subject didn't come up, this time.

"Of course, I didn't tell him I knew about you two. She really didn't seem to want him to know."

Billy glanced over at me for a beat, with an intense look. I kind of melted. Then he turned back to her. He moved his face slowly toward hers. She seemed to be trembling. His lips met her lips. They kissed. Slowly. Deliberately. Apparently in heaven, she moved one hand to the back of his head, the other to the side of his waist. She lifted one foot, bending her leg at the knee and pressing into the back of his calves with it, trying to will him closer, or maybe to say to me, "He's mine."

He kissed her for what seemed like a minute or two. It was kind of hard to watch, to tell you the truth. Don't get me wrong, they looked super hot together, but I found myself sick with jealousy. Especially when his hands went to take hold of her gloriously full breasts. I'm sure he loved how they felt in his hands, so big and firm... She started moaning, as their tongues intertwined. I hated her so much.

Then she took her hand off his waist and brought it to his crotch, resting her palm there. Was he already hard for her? I wondered. How lucky she was to have that big cock, that I missed so much, in her hand. Was he going to fuck her with it? Would he hold true to his word and not fuck me, because I was still with Kieran?

I was about to find out. He broke the kiss and took her hand, leading her to his door. He unlocked it with his free hand and pushed it open. He pulled her in. I followed, seemingly an afterthought now. 

Billy let go of Shannon's hand and pulled off his muscle shirt. I gaped in open lust at Billy's muscles, for the millionth time. My mind traveled back to the first time he'd taken his shirt off in this room, to impress me. It had worked. And now look at me - so desperate for him to take me on another sexual ride that I'd come here with this girl I didn't even like. Who he was now pulling onto his lap, on "our" couch!

I had to admit they looked amazing together, as she took the position of honor on his thigh, crossing her long legs, and pulling her denim vest off her shoulders. Those big breasts of hers were just begging to be fondled, and he eagerly took one in each hand as he brought his lips to hers again. God, what was with all the kissing? It was all open-mouthed, dueling tongues, starving-animals-being-fed type of necking, as if Billy fucking missed this girl, who he'd once kicked out of his bedroom because I had shown up - and before he even knew he had me!

Trying not to feel like a third wheel, I walked over to them, considering how or whether I would try to join in. He did have one free thigh, but as she saw me approaching, she fixed that little situation, swinging herself around so that she was straddling both of his thighs now, facing him. Perhaps to further distract hiim from my presence, she reached around and undid her bra, pulling its tiny half-cups off of her gloriously high and round breasts, nipples awesomely erect. She arched her back, pushing her chest out toward his face, presenting these wonders for him to do with as he pleased. He glanced over at me for just a second, to say, "Will you get me some water?" before taking a breast in each hand and attacking one of her nipples with that wide, arrogant mouth of his. She squealed in delight, as I fumed my way over to the fridge. What the hell had I signed on for here? Was he going to humiliate me on purpose, just to rub my face in it? 

Well, she could try all she wanted, but I was not going to play second fiddle, to anyone. Least of all her. When I returned with Mr. Big Dick's water, I got down on my knees between his legs, under her, trying to ignore the sounds of passionate tit-suckling that was going on above me. She was up on her knees now, leaving me just enough room to go for the waistband of his shorts. Isn't this what every guy wanted? Having one hot girl on her knees sucking his cock while going crazy on another one's big breasts? I'd be willing to indulge Billy in this little fantasy. He was holding her with both hands on the sides of her tiny little waist now, and she had her hands on the back of his neck as he kissed and licked and suckled every inch of her pretty globes. 

It was immediately obvious that he was almost totally aroused for her, his glorious pipe hanging hard and heavy in one side of his shorts. I carefully pulled the shorts and boxers off of it, and it sprang to life before me, in all its massive glory. Oh Billy, I had to sigh to myself, how I love your big cock. I really do. I marveled anew at its power and beauty, gently running a fingertip up and down its long shaft, noticing it continue to lengthen and expand as I explored it with my hands. I drank in this sight, and the feel of it in my hands, with newfound wonder. It had been denied me for so long...

But before I could get any further, Shannon was swinging one leg over my head and dismounting the couch, to get down and join me. I wanted his cock all to myself, but before I could even bring my mouth to it for the first time, she was going for the prize, engulfing his thick crown between her thick lips and pushing down onto it so that he got to feel several inches inside the warm wetness that was her pretty mouth. He let out a deeply satisfied moan as one of her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, pretty much claiming his gigantic organ as hers. I started to get up, but he pointed with his finger that he wanted me to stay down there. Great. There was little for me to do, but move further underneath him, to pleasure his extra-large testicles. He had moved onto the edge of the couch to allow such a thing, so I busied myself with kissing and tonguing his huge sac while Shannon bathed his oversized penis with her tongue.

"Alyssa," he managed to say between moans. I thrilled at hearing him speak my name. 

I took my lips off of his big balls long enough to answer: "Yes Billy?" I hoped he was going to invite me onto his lap now for my turn at making out, and getting my tits suckled.

"Take her shorts off."

Okay, fine. This was how he was playing it. For now. She was the main target. I was the helper. Of course he was punishing me for not breaking up with Kieran. Not for a second did I believe he was more interested in, or attracted to Shannon, than me. But fine. I can play along. It's all part of the threesome fantasy, right? 

So I got behind Shannon, and reached around to unsnap and unzip her shorts. I slowly pulled them down over her curvy hips - not easy, as they were practically painted on, and dropped them down to the ground. Got her ass looked spectacular. This girl was so fit, so tan, and with skin to die for. She had on the tiniest little g-string. "Get her ready for me," I heard Billy say next.

Well, I knew what that meant. And I didn't exactly relish the task. But if I was ever going to lick a girl's pussy, I had to admit, just from a beauty standpoint, Shannon had it going on. Much as I didn't want to give her the satisfaction - or give her to Billy. But what choice did I really have? I pulled down the tiny g-string.

"Shannon, get down on your back," Billy commanded. She reluctantly left his cock then, all wet and shiny from her ministrations, and painfully, toweringly erect, and lowered herself onto her back - legs spread, back arched, arms oustretched. If anyone ever looked fuckable, it was her. I held my breath and moved in toward her waxed clean pubis, on all fours, my ass waving in the air. God, I hoped Billy came behind me and took off my G-string and gave me a warmup fuck. But somehow I didn't think that would happen. Instead, I plunged my tongue between Shannon's moistened labia, and began licking and kissing her pussy. I actually have to admit, I kind of enjoyed it, hearing the moans of pleasure coming from her. I took my time, putting on a show for my man, who was sitting there stroking his cock languidly as he watched this.

"Oh Billy," she enthused, after enjoying my work for several minutes. "I'm ready for you, daddy... I want to feel you inside of me..." God how I hated her. But damn if he wasn't giving her what she wanted! He got up off the couch and pushed me lightly on the shoulder with his foot. I could go now. The bastard. I slowly brought myself up off of her, licking my lips as I gazed into Billy's eyes, pulling open my sweater so he could feast his eyes on my slamming naked torso. He just grinned at me. He wanted me to move out of the way so he could fuck Shannon!
<hr pg="6" />And so I did. And I was forced to watch, kneeling there, as Billy lowered himself onto this fucking stripper, using his hand to direct the head of his cock to the pussy I'd just prepared for him. She lay there in glazed surrender, already close to orgasm from my efforts, as he found her opening, and introduced his enormous cock head to it. He pushed it slowly into her. I heard her gasp. This was really happening. He circled his hips subtly, his crown moving around the inner edges of her labia, moistening them further, stretching them, preparing them, knocking at the door... And then he was pushing, and I knew when the engorged crown had pushed all the way in. I remembered the sensation distinctly. She let out a huge "Ohhhhh..." sound. And then he was free to fuck.



And God, did he fuck. I just kneeled there in wonder at the sight of him sliding inch after inch of that gloriously thick and hard erection into her tight little sexy body, until all twelve inches of him was completely inside of her. I'm sure she was out of her mind from the sensation of it - I knew what it was like to feel that entire shaft penetrating you, impaling you so deeply, that it seemed to take over your entire being. There was nothing that could prepare you for it. God how I missed that feeling. And now he was pulling out, and pushing in, pulling out, and pushing in, just fucking taking her with that obscene masculine hardness of his, owning her, forcing himself into her, over and over again, and preparing to eventually (I dreaded) fire his man fluids somewhere deep inside of her. 



At one point Billy glanced back at me, to say, "Tickle my balls." His eyes were glazed with lust and exertion. He was thrusting powerfully in long, urgent strokes. So I crouched over his ass and found his huge scrotum with my hand. I cupped his balls, lightly tickling and fondling them as he moved his cock in and out of Shannon, as if milking him for an especially sperm-rich ejaculation inside of her. 



But he wasn't going to cum so fast. He was either putting on a show for me, or enjoying her more than I really thought would be possible. Whatever it was, Billy gave her the fucking of a lifetime, in every position you can imagine, in every part of the suite, and with every possible mood - from slow and sensual with deep eye contact and kissing to animalistic ravaging, and back again. She completely surrendered her gorgeous body to him, letting her manhandle her into whatever shape and placement he wanted her in. It started with her on her back there, where he experimented with lifting each of her legs into a variety of positions, holding her by the ankles - pushing both feet high up into the air, then resting them one on each shoulder, then pulling one apart to wrap around his waist.



My job, it seemed, was to simply watch, and I had to admit, it was quite a show. Watching this amazingly powerful guy use his superior size and strength to force this incredibly sexy girl into absolute submission - it was like he owned her body completely. She was his plaything, and he asserted his utter dominance over her with every gesture and movement - twisting her like a pretzel, squeezing her almost violently with those muscular arms wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground or against a wall with a hand around her throat or wrists, he seemed to be making a point of just how thoroughly he could sexually use her. And of course, through it all, the one constant, was twelve inches of impossibly thick cock moving in and out of her tight little pussy with a limitless variety of speeds, angles and rhythms. It brought back memories of he locker room, only this was a far more extended and varied experience, and one she gave herself over to with utter enthusiasm and abandon. 



But as erotic as it was to watch, my dominant emotion was jealousy. It pained me to watch "my" lover enjoy himself with another woman like this. And he was clearly enjoying himself. He was reveling. As was she.



One of the last positions saw him taking her from behind, with her on her knees on the floor, torso resting on the couch, and him on one knee, powering that huge cock into her with slow, deep strokes that had her literally in tears. They were streaming down her face. She was so out of it. Then he grabbed her around the waist and, holding her attached to him, lifted her up and spun her around so that he could sit on the couch with her on his lap, her back to him, fully impaled on his massive rod.



He caught my eye, his look glazed with lust. "Lick my nuts," was all he said.



God, the gall of this asshole. As if I was there to just do whatever he commanded, no matter how arrogant or vile he might be. I burned with indignation, but I dropped to my knees before him. Her legs were spread wide, knees straddling his, which were also pulled apart, giving me a wide open space with which to work. Again he moved to sit on the edge of the couch, so his great big testicles hung down freely in front of it, all engorged in their tight sac. Her hands were on her thighs. His were on her naked tits. And she was moving up and down on his enormous shaft.



As I moved in close to this pretty incredible sight, I marveled at the thickness of his shaft, as she moved up a few inches to reveal the glistening root of his cock, and down again. I brought my lips softly to his scrotum, my hands gripping his muscular thighs for support. God, did they feel good in my hands, so hard and strong. I licked his balls like he little slut he had apparently turned me into. I hated the idea that I was somehow assisting in his pending ejaculation into her. 



"Lick her clit," he commanded now. "Go back and forth."



He held her in place now, fully buried in her, so I could bring my lips to her distended love button. She'd probably cum a half dozen times since they'd started, but the reaction I got from beginning to tongue her clit was the strongest I'd heard yet. Her hand went to the back of my head, holding me there, as she exulted in what had to be another orgasm.



After a few seconds of helping her to have the time of her life with Billy's cock inside her, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to speak up for myself. I stopped, pulling off her. "I want to lick your cock," I said.



They both looked down at me, as if surprised that I dared to speak. But he responded by pulling her up a few inches, both hands under her armpits, like she was a limp ragdoll, to reveal a good several inches of his shaft. I eagerly wrapped my tongue around it. He liked this. A lot. He pulled her up further, so that I could take long slow licks up the underside of his massive cock. He shuddered at the sensation, then lowered her back down so that he was completely buried in her again, causing her to shriek at the sensation. For a moment, I moved back to his balls, suckling them with purpose and focus now. Then he pulled her back up, and I went back to his shaft. I became a woman possessed. I was not going to let him finish inside her. I didn't want either of them to have that experience. As he unsheathed the majority of his cock this time for my mouth, I rewarded him with passionate kisses all up and down the shaft, one hand wrapping around its base, the other encircling his nuts and gently fondling them. He was out of his mind from the pleasure of this. I don't think I'd ever seen Billy this excited. 



Now when he lowered her back down onto him, and I went back to his balls, I could feel fluids running down onto my face. His, I hoped. It turned out that yes, they were. This was pre-ejaculate, apparently gushing out of the head of his cock and running down his shaft. As he pulled her up again, this clear fluid came leaking out of her in abundance. I lapped it up like it was the fountain of youth, painting his cock shaft with my tongue, over and over again. 



I knew he was going to lose it any second now. One of us lucky girls would be the recipient of what I had to believe would be a mammoth ejaculation, after how long he'd held out. For some reason, I needed it to be me. Or at least, I didn't want it to be inside her like this. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Billy, so I can swallow every drop," I gushed.



Amanda countered. "Cum inside me Billy, make me yours, you own me..."



He buried himself in her again, and I thought I'd lost the battle. But then he slowly lifted her back up. This time, to her frustration, he let his crown pop out of her. By the time it did, I had both hands wrapped around his shaft already, and I eagerly angled his cock down and wrapped my lips around that enormous head. I bobbed up and down on it like a woman possessed. 



But after a few moments of this, he said, "Enough," and I reluctantly pulled off. She used her hand to help guide him back to her opening, and sat down on him again, practically passing out from the sensation of this complete and sudden impalement.



But this time, I didn't touch his balls. Instead, I just stared up at him, with a look of absolute sexual intensity. He met my gaze. After a few more strokes inside of her, he pulled her up off of him again. I held his shaft in both hands. Only this time, I just opened my mouth and held it just in front of his huge crown. I let my tongue reach out and lightly flick his head, as my top hand gently stroked up and down, from just below the head, to about four inches from the base of his shaft, where it met the top of my other hand. I looked up into his eyes again. She looked down at me as well, seemingly in pain from the sudden evacuation of her body of the fuckstick that had owned her for the last hour.



He was making no movements to stop me. So now she was swinging a leg over my head, dismounting the couch, and getting down on her knees next to me. "Cum in my mouth, Billy," she said. "Cum all over my face." Was she serious? If he was going to cum in someone's mouth, it still had to be hers?



He took his shaft our of my hand and held it in his own. I could tell he was so close to cumming. He languidly pleasured the area just behind and underneath the crown with his thumb and index finger as Shannon and I knelt there, each holding onto one of his legs, mouths open like every porno guys jerk off to, begging to be the one he chooses to cum on. What had become of me?



He pulled his hand back to the base of his shaft, and we each desperately assaulted the head of his cock with our lips and tongues. "Kiss each other," he commanded, and on cue, his two little sluts were tongue dancing and lip smacking with each other, in between licking every inch of his cock that we could get our mouths on. 



Finally he groaned, "Stop," and we both pulled off, waiting there open-mouthed, as he stroked himself gently toward his orgasm, moving his cock back and forth, aiming at my mouth, then hers, then mine, then finally... he EXPLODED into Shannon's opened mouth. She greedily accepted his gigantic ejaculation, gulping down the first thick spurts of cum as he blasted it onto her tongue, then wrapping her lips around his crown so there was no chance it would go anywhere else but inside her. His cock pumped over and over again into her mouth, for a while, and then he pulled off, still shooting, but rather than turn to me, waiting there pathetically with my mouth open, he proceeded to spray it onto her face, hair, neck and tits.



When he had finished, she was just drenched in his semen. He looked at me, still holding his hard cock in his hand. "Lick it up," he said. And so, one final indignity - I proceeded to lick his cum off of her. Her neck, her shoulders, her big tits, and her pretty face - I lapped up every drop I could, like the eager cum queen he'd turned me into. I was disappointed that he'd finished in and on her, and treated me this way, but I was not going to stop trying to prove myself. Shannon just rested against the couch now, seated on the floor, allowing me to bathe her face and upper torso with my cum-seeking lips and tongue, until finally, the job was done.



But despite my hard work, it was Amanda who he took by the hand and led into his bedroom. I was left kneeling there on the floor.



If he really didn't give a shit about her, he was putting on a convincing act that the opposite was true, because as I finally summoned the strength to follow them into the bedroom, I found their naked bodies wrapped around each other, and they were making out again. Damn it! She'd made it seem like she couldn't even get his attention these days, and he was ravaging her like she was the one who had kissed him off.



Eventually, he slowed down, and positioned her with her back up against his chest, his arm going around her, his hand onto one of her glorious breasts, spooning her, with her back, ass, and legs pressed up against him. She smiled blissfully.



All that was left for me to do was to spoon HIM. But my hand couldn't even reach his cock, he was pressed so tightly up against her. The best I could do was press my naked tits up against his back, and my legs up against the back of his, with my wet pussy, now sans g-string, up against his tight ass. My hand languidly fondled the huge muscles of his upper arm and shoulder.



But at least I could whisper in his ear. After we'd laid there a while, and she was apparently asleep, I cooed to him: "I want you to fuck me, Billy... My pussy is all yours." I know, I was implying that I'd broken up with Kieran, but I was desperate at this point. I wasn't going to out and out say that I had, but I had to do what I could to get him to change his mind.



He wasn't moving. I decided to pull out all the stops. I had to somehow counteract the reality that I was still dating Kieran. "I want you to know, Kieran always uses a condom. I make him use one."



That last part wasn't entirely true. It was Kieran who insisted on this. But I had to do some selling here. "You're the only one I ever let cum inside of me. The inside of me is all yours. His cum has never been there."



He seemed to like where this was heading, because he rolled onto his back. She was clearly asleep. Now my hand could freely explore his chest, his abs, and yes, his cock, which was soft, but god, it was so big already.



He slowly turned his head to face me. My god, those eyes. Those lips. I wanted him so badly. "Then why are you with him?" he asked. God, why did he have to ask that? I felt myself tearing up. This was torture! I shrugged, evading the question. 



He continued. "What's his cock like?"



God, I didn't want to get into this territory. But I wanted Billy so badly! I gazed into his eyes, filled with emotion. "It's SO much smaller than yours, Billy. It's maybe half as long, and half as thick."



"So he doesn't satisfy you." How could I answer that? It was so complicated. 



"I'm here, aren't I?"



"Whose cock do you prefer? Whose body?"



Well, this was an easy question. And how could the truth betray Kieran any worse, if I answered honestly, than I'd already betrayed him, so many times, with my actions?



"Oh, God, yours, Billy, I love your body so much..."



"Keep talking."



"I love your big cock, so much more than his. I love how much you can fill me with it. I love your big muscles. I love what a... man you are. How you take me, and make me yours."



"And my cum?"



"I love swallowing your cum. I love how powerfully your cock shoots, and how much cum, and how deep into me you can shoot. I love having so much of you so deep inside of me. Where Kieran's cum can never go..."



His cock was hardening now. Was this finally going to be the moment?



"But you want to keep being his girlfriend."



God, why was that such a sticking point? I couldn't answer. But his cock was rising. This could be our moment! He might finally take me again!



"I don't know..." was the best I could do.



Then he got an idea. A sickening, evil idea. "You want me to fuck you again?"



"So much, Billy."



"I'll do it under one condition. Next time, he's there."



I just looked at him. Say what?



"He owes you a threesome, right? Tell him you pick me. I won't give away our secret. I'll act like it's the first time."



"I could never do that."



"Then I can never fuck you again."



He got up to go to the bathroom. 



Why was he doing this? I knew why. He wanted to humiliate Kieran. He wanted to take his girlfriend from him, in front of him. He wanted Kieran to see how hot my sex with Billy was, how much I lusted for him physically, and how much bigger, and yes, more manly Billy was, on a physical level. But I knew the level that would be most hurtful to Kieran. Billy wanted to show off the fact that his cock was twice as long and probably twice as thick as Kieran's, and that his sexy girlfriend wanted it more - much more - than his. He wanted to revel in owning me in front of him. And maybe that would end our relationship.



I followed him into the bathroom, where was washing his face. His cock was at half mast. God he looked good.



"I couldn't do that to him," I said. "It would be cruel. For him to compare himself to you, I mean... he can't compare. And he'd see how much more I enjoy your body, and sucking your cock, and getting fucked by you, without a condom..." I was behind him, stroking his back, then his ass, hoping he would just stop this nonsense and take me now. But what I said probably only encouraged his sick idea. "He'd see how much I love your great big man's cock and how his can't compare." I didn't really think of it quite like this, but I thought this talk would turn him on,and would make him see that he owned me enough already. It didn't. He just turned to me, as he dried his face. I was lowering myself into a squat, my hand wrapping around the base of his big shaft again.



"You can blow me again, if you want," he said. "But that's it. I'll only ever see you again if it's the three of us."



God. Why? I started licking his cock again, hoping to make him change his mind. He was hard again in seconds. Then I slowly stood up. I put one foot up on the counter next to him, facing him this time - not repeating my previous mistake! And I positioned the head of his cock at the opening of my moistness.



"You want to feel what you've been missing?" he asked. 



I nodded kittenishly. 



And then, in an instant, he was positioning his crown at the lips of my pussy. Oh my God. Was this happening? I gasped, in shock, as he grabbed my face with both hands. My hands went to his wrists, holding on for dear life, as he slowly slid the head of his huge cock into me - taking his time, letting me really feel the difference, the thickness, the length, the wildness of being so overtaken and filled, inch by glorious inch. I gasped, beside myself with the reality of what was happening. Finally, with torturous slowness, he buried himself completely inside of me. And he kissed me - softly, romantically, with more intensity of emotion, I felt, than I'd ever seen with him and Shannon. Or than there had ever been between us. Then he stopped. And he slowly, agonizingly, began to pull out. Was he going to thrust in again? No. He pulled all the way out. And he stared into my eyes.



"I need you to leave now."



Was he serious? I stared at him. Could he really do this? I was there for the taking, naked and sexy and wet. Willing as any girl could ever be willing. 



He walked past me, and got back in bed with Amanda. 



Humiliated more than I'd ever been with him, I grabbed my clothes and headed for the door.

