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After close to half an hour Steve’s rhythm increased in speed and became erratic. I knew he was about to ejaculate, and squeezed my sphincter around him but he pulled out before the moment came and ran around to Jenny’s ass. Trey pulled out, Steve pushed in and grunted, then cried out as he was allowed to fill Jenny with his famously copious quantity. Moments later I felt another cock pushing in me, and from the feel and technique I knew it was Cody. Another fucking commenced and I grinned into Jenny’s wetness as Trey rammed himself back into her before any of Steve’s spunk leaked out.
Just a few minutes later it was Trey’s turn to orgasm. He emitted an almighty growl and mistimed his thrust, spraying his first shot onto instead of in her hole. The thick salty goo dribbled down her crack and over her perineum, and I stretched my neck muscles trying to lick it off. I managed to get most of it while Trey slammed himself home and finished firing his semen inside her. He slowed to a stop and paused, then pulled out and let his softening beast fall into my mouth. I sucked and licked at it like the hungry slut I was, desperate not to miss a second of joy from having him in my mouth.
“Good boy Tommy.” He growled above me, his voice a deep vibration in the air. Then he was gone, and I had no time to change position before Anthony drove himself into my girlfriend with a satisfied grunt and a wailing groan from her.
This was our Sunday afternoon. Jenny had been desperate for weeks to be pumped full of cum, and I had been pretty keen to be the one to suck it out. So after several aborted attempts to ensure the whole gang was involved, we managed to organise it. Now we were both being used as fuck toys while she was the cum dump. They all started in me, except Trey, and finished off in her. After many months of practice I still couldn’t take Trey first time and needed a good session or some patient foreplay to get relaxed enough. For this session we just needed to take them. The plan was for Trey to start in Jenny then get hard again while the others used us, then pound me before filling her up. Part one was complete. Now he just had to get aroused again.
The intimacy between Cody and me was deeper than any of the other guys, and went way beyond what even Jenny would suspect. We’d seen each other an increasing amount over the last year or so and had taken to secret meetings. For this reason I knew the point Cody started to build to orgasm and felt the tremble as his knees weakened. They always did when he came standing up. I knew he would be pulling out any moment and sure enough within moments he grunted, sprinted around me and nearly knocked Ant over as he was pulling out of Jenny. I stretched my neck and managed to suck one of his balls into my mouth at the same time he pumped his sweet load into her. A surreptitious hand slid between his thigh and her ass cheek and caressed my forehead. I let his testicle go with some reluctance.
Ant returned his cock to the now gaping asshole above me before any cum could leak out. Three loads, three to go. My mouth was watering at the prospect and I busied myself with her pussy lips and driving my tongue into her. She was so wet she offered no resistance at all. It was like licking a handful of Vaseline while someone slapped the top of my head. It was Toby’s turn in me. He started they was he often did, by teasing himself and pushing just his head inside before pulling out again. He repeated this several times before ramming himself home and making me judder under Jenny. Above me, Ant pounded her.
Ant was an odd one and none of us knew quite why he was brought in to begin with. He sported a bushy clump of hair above a sweet face that always seemed to be sniggering, a cheeky glint in the eye enhancing the effect. His chest was smooth and mostly flat, his pectorals barely defined, but as you moved down his body his hairiness returned. A line of dark brown drew the eye to his thick bush of pubic hair in which nestled his fat meat. That meat was now hard as a rolling pin and plugging up Jenny’s ass. I had a forehead full of heavy, hairy balls. Everyone else was either naturally hairless or, like myself, took steps to keep it at bay. Getting fucked by Ant was as close to getting nailed by a dog as you could get, at least without the illegal act itself, and it was strangely addictive. His hair would brush and rub against you and his hands always seemed to be in a position where his nails worked into your skin. He fucked with an upward motion like he was trying to penetrate and lift at the same time, and when he came with any force he’d pant during build up and howl as he ejaculated.
This was now the sound I heard as Jenny was pummelled like a train then actually lifted up off my face with the force of his final thrust. At the same time Toby pulled out from me and came around to my face. I was allowed to suck his bulbous head a few times before he went to work on Jenny. Before he pushed his cock inside her I saw how big her hole had become. I bet she felt like a wizards sleeve now.
Toby was half Indian and his muddy tan always stood out against Jenny’s pale skin. I liked Toby. He was very friendly and had a wicked sense of humour. More than that he was very cuddly and I’d had many wonderful times snuggled up with him kissing and fondling each other. Watching him work on Jenny I noticed he wasn’t nearly as into it as he was when he fucked me. I wondered why but was then distracted by the final member of the gang, Will.
Unlike the others, Will was tentative. I knew he was asking Jenny’s permission before even touching his cock. Now I felt it being pushed in with what can only be described as reluctance. I got a poor shafting and it lasted a bare few minutes before he was running to Jenny’s ass, and Toby had to pull out and allow him to come in her before returning to her hole. He even went back to Jenny’s head to thank her. From the corner of my eye I saw him return to the side of the room and fiddle with his groin. I knew he was putting his chastity device back on. Fucking moron.
My thoughts were interrupted by Trey forcing his huge cock up me. I squealed and squirmed. Even after a thorough pounding I still wasn’t ready for him, but I was relaxed enough to get used to him quickly. It took just a few minutes of suffering before I began to relax further, and a few minutes after that I was begging him to fuck harder. Once he was in Trey could be an animal and today he didn’t disappoint, both Jenny and I jerked under the pressure of each thrust and Toby had to alter his timing to prevent himself popping out. He didn’t have to for very long however. With a shout he let himself go and added his spunk to the rest in my girlfriends guts.
“Plug me!” Shouted jenny, and Ant came bounding over with a cone shaped butt plug, which he rammed home with some delight. Jenny grunted then settled down to watch close up as Trey nailed my ruined ass. I started to laugh at the sheer pleasure I was enjoying and muffled it by burying my face in Jenny’s pussy. She was dripping wet and as soon as my tongue touched her hole she rolled back and sat on my face, forcing me to lick her. The handle of the butt plug was jammed up against my forehead and I knew I’d have an embarrassing bruise.
I don’t know how long I was rutted for but I felt delirious. Ages seemed to pass when in quick order Jenny knelt forwards off my face, someone removed the butt plug with a popping sound, and Trey rammed himself into her ass. She squealed, not quite ready for his size, but I watched as he forced the whole thing in. It was beautiful. His magnificent cock penetrating and stretching her pretty asshole. Three thrusts and he ejaculated with a roar. He remained in place for several minutes and Jenny rocked back and forth to get the last pleasure from Trey’s softening cock. He slipped out and let it fall into my waiting mouth. I cleaned him off. He tasted of cum and sweat.
Now it was my turn. Some of the guys came closer to watch but I knew Cody and Trey wouldn’t be among them. Jenny shifted forward and knelt up, bringing her gaping hole closer to my open mouth. Within seconds cum came dribbling out and fell onto my tongue. A few seconds more and it seemed a torrent was pouring forth. I strained my neck to avoid missing any. As the flow slowed back to a dribble, and finally to mere drops, I locked my lips around her sphincter and sucked. I got a little more and pulled back, running my tongue around her hole for good measure. My mouth was full. As in completely full. It tasted strange, not quite like cum, but also stronger. I don’t think I’d ever had all the guys cum in my mouth as once before.
She climbed off me and knelt on the floor, her head tilted up and mouth open. I struggled to stand and realised how much my ass was going to throb. On shaky legs I stood above her, leaned down placing my hands on her shoulders for balance, and allowed the reclaimed cum to dribble into her mouth. I watched her swill it around for a bit. We were now supposed to kiss and share it, but to my disappointment she swallowed it all and shot me a triumphant look. I held her gaze for a moment then turned away. The guys had started to gather their clothes and get ready to go. Toby, Ant and Trey gave me a kiss and a hug, thanking me for a good fuck. Will ignored me when I went over to see him and I brushed him off. I found Cody in the hallway already making his way to the door. We whispered our next meeting before he hugged me and bounded down the stairs.
I found Steve in the bathroom. He was about to piss when I shouted at him to stop. I’d come over all dirty again and wanted to be his human urinal. I knelt down and just whispered;
“All of it.” I clamped my mouth around his soft member. I felt him release and he filled my mouth with hot, fresh piss. I swallowed as fast as I could. Steve pissed like a horse and I choked twice but recovered when he stopped the flow for a moment. My eyes were watering at the end but I hadn’t missed a drop.
“Thanks toilet.” He grinned at me.
“You’re welcome master.” I replied with a wink. We both left to find everyone gone. Including Will. Jenny was sat naked on the sofa. We watched Steve dress and leave, after kissing us both, and that’s when the chill set in.
I watched her toy idly with her pussy for a bit, enjoying the view and yet not. There was a coldness between us that cropped up more and more. Something rotten was settling in. From my side Jenny seemed to be getting nastier and more extreme. She’d turned Will, my Will, from a strong man into a snivelling bitch, forcing him to wear a chastity device and even making him seek permission to piss. She’d also suggested a couple of things that were a bit too out there for me. One was definitely illegal. She hadn’t given voice to any issues she had with me, but in the last six months or so had become colder, more severe. She was too quick to snap these days. It was depressing that my beautiful, fit slut of a girlfriend seemed to be drifting away from me. I remember the day at the pool when she first hooked me. In some ways it didn’t seem over eighteen months ago and in others it seemed like a lifetime. Back then I hadn’t ever thought about guys sexually for instance. Now I couldn’t get enough cock.
She was glaring at me. I noticed this after several minutes when I was able to tear my gaze from her snatch. She looked annoyed, so my complaint didn’t help the situation.
“We were supposed to share that cum.”
Ignoring me she snapped at me; “Who gave you permission to drink Steve’s piss?”
“Permission?” Nonplussed, I glared at her, anger setting in. “I don’t need your fucking permission!”
She tried controlling me before but I only went so far with the submission. I didn’t get off on being a permanent slave. Trey and Cody had both told me that was the reason she’d switched to Will. I’d even heard a rumour that she’d threatened to deny him access to me. Once he’d submitted once, she had him.
“And what if I wanted his piss?” A petulant reply and she knew it.
“This is ridiculous.” I said and stood. “I’m not arguing about who wanted Steve’s piss.” I left the room and went to find my clothes in the bedroom. I’d managed to pull my boxers into place and had one leg in my jeans when she was up against my back, her hot body pressing against me, her breasts squeezed into my back. As it always did, my resolve wavered under the onslaught of her sex.
“Maybe I had a little piss surprise for us both after.” She whispered while pinching my nipples. My cock began to firm up. “Maybe I just got a little jealous.”
That was a lie. Jenny didn’t get jealous. There were eight of us in the sex group and we all had sex with each other as often as possible. Sometimes in twos or threes, and sometimes in big groups. I knew Jenny, Trey and Ant often had a threesome and after the first few times, I stopped minding. Despite the lie, I was submitting. She rubbed at my cock.
“Do you need a piss baby?” Her voice had slipped from anger to goading little girl. It was working even though I knew I shouldn’t let it. I nodded. “Want to fill your little slut with pee baby?”
Shit. Of course I did. She knew I did. She could feel my desire via my stiffening cock. She pulled the boxers down and hooked the waistband under my balls. Now free of constraint, I came to full hardness. She stroked me, just a gentle motion with a feather touch.
“My ass baby. My ass is begging for you to fill it.” Without waiting for an answer she got on the floor, crawled over to the bed, climbed up on it and pressed her face into the duvet. Her ass was high in the air wiggling at me. Her pink puckered hole pulsated at me. I caved in, hating myself as I did so. I bent over and pushed my tongue against her hole. It relaxed immediately and I found her ready, some cum and lube dribbled out giving me no reason not to insert myself. I stood. She wiggled her ass again.
“Piss in me baby. Piss in your little slut’s ass.”
Would you refuse that? I wouldn’t, and didn’t. I guided my cock to her hole, paused for effect, then pushed it all the way in. She squirmed under me and squealed. I knew it was for my benefit, not because it hurt. The usual tightness was gone of course after the slamming we’d both received and it reminded me of the throbbing in my own ass. It was something I had become used to over the last year and a half. But she remained tight enough to hug my cock and the thought of penetrating ass was still a massive turn on for me, even as a bottom. Shifting my feet I got comfortable and released my bladder.
“Ohhhhhh.” She moaned into the covers. Pissing inside someone hold its own special arousal. It’s quite difficult to describe. Receiving it is another level again and I knew first hand the sensations she would be feeling. A warming and filling of the lower belly. As it grew inside her it would push on her internals which at first is fantastic but if you go too far it’s painful. A bladder is usually just the right amount. She might even feel it seeping through her guts, warm liquid working its way backwards through her system. It was at once warming and erotic and dirty, like being hugged by an aroused elderly porn star. I squeezed the final drops using clenching of my pelvic muscles. Then I started a slow thrust. I was horny now and wanted to ejaculate but she stopped me with a hand reaching behind her and pushing against my belly.
“No baby. Pull out.” Disappointed I pulled back slow, giving her time to clench her sphincter and avoid spraying it across the carpet.
“Now drink baby. Drink and I’ll suck you dry.” I should have guessed that was coming, but in my horny state I did as I was told. I dropped to my knees and pressed my tongue up against her hole. She released and my piss came flooding out her ass, almost at the same speed it went in. For the second time that afternoon I drank piss at speed, barely having the time to breathe between gulps. She reached behind her and gripped a handful of hair behind my head.
“OH YES! Baby yes. My little bitch!”
The steam ended. I hadn’t realised quite how much I’d released. I licked her hole clean as the odd drop squeezed out. After another minute or so I sat back on the floor. An expectant look on my face and a massive erection pointing at the ceiling.
“Wank for me baby.” She demanded.
“You said you’d suck me off.” Annoyance flooded me. She was going to do it again wasn’t she?
“Changed my mind baby. You like it when I watch don’t you? Come on slut.”
“Fuck you!” I shouted and stood up. She giggled. She had done it again. She’d manipulated me into doing what she wanted. She always got her way. She watched me get dressed, giggling again when I stumbled trying to get a leg into my jeans. I was angry enough to grab my t-shirt and storm from the flat before putting it on. She didn’t come after me and that just made it worse.
* * *
The argument with jenny had left me in a foul mood and I stomped along the street in the vague direction of Jason’s place. I knew I couldn’t turn up like this, it wouldn’t be fair, and so I took turn after turn in a circuitous route. I passed by the coffee shop in which I worked. It was quiet.
I saw Mattie resting her ass on the counter and tapping into her phone. She was a hot Goth. Long black and purple hair hung to her shoulder blades and across half her face, which was white as a ghost and oh so pretty. Her nose ring, tongue stud and four piercings per ear seemed only to enhance her looks, rather than ruin her as some of the older clientele took pleasure in reminded her of. While she wasn’t skinny, she was by no means fat and had a wiggle when she walked that made me cream myself more than once, with some help from Mrs. Palm obviously. I’d tried for close to three years to get some of her but no dice. Best I ever managed was a drinking session shortly before I met Jenny. Not even a kiss. I smiled at my many attempts.
After several kilometres I’d worked up a sweat and the exercise and memories of Mattie failures had calmed me enough to approach Jason’s place. By the time I knocked on his door my anger had been replaced by the now familiar feeling of anxiety. It wasn’t an improvement. He was my best friend, and I fancied him. Well lusted after him anyway. It had become quite awkward for me and I dealt with it in the worst way; by avoiding him. I should have known he’d take it bad but of course I just panicked. He’d reacted oddly nearly two years ago when I first told him about trying a threesome with Jenny and another guy, one moment encouraging and the next angry. Then he’d kissed me. It seemed to me it all started with that. Since then Cody had convinced me to stop being a twat and get back together with my friend. I could never tell him about my lifestyle though. He’d asked several times if I’d had any more threesomes and I said only with other girls. That was true, but I missed out the tri weekly fucking I received from any number of six guys.
He broke into a broad smile on answering the door and seeing me. For my part I forced myself not to look down at his package.
“Hey Tom!” He stood aside and I entered. He was already dressed to go out; tight black jeans that accentuated his muscular thighs and a loose shirt open to nipple level. I allowed myself to eye him up as I passed. “You’re not ready?”
“No.” I said and leaned back against the wall. “Jenny and I fought again. I just stormed out.”
“Ah.” He pushed the door shut and looked me over. “Yeh, you look a bit rough.”
“Oh thanks!” I slapped his shoulder. If only he knew.
“Okay, fuck going out. Let’s get you pissed.”
I was about to protest, offer to go back and get changed, but he’d grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the lounge before I spoke. I kicked my trainers off and they landed just inside the door. Jason made no attempt to move them. He disappeared for a few minutes then came back with two cans of Estrella and two small shot glasses.
“Oh god Jase, what is it?” I groaned.
He grinned. “Gold tequila.” Handing me a beer he put his on the carpet next to the sofa and flung his shot back, swallowing in the same movement. I stuck my tongue out at him and did the same. It set the tone of the evening.
Jason put on GTA and we wiled away the time blowing up cars, running down pedestrians and dancing at Gay Tony’s place. Four beers and two shots down, in the middle of a race down the straight alongside middle park, I glanced at my friend and noticed he’d taken his socks off and undone a couple more buttons on his shirt. I got a sideways glance at his neatly haired chest. At some point he’d found a way to tan, and it was a pleasing match to his fine dark hair. He wasn’t muscular but he was fit due to running, and his flat chest compressed as he sat forward. It made his nipples point and my cock twitched. I crashed the car I was driving into a bus and spun my head back to the TV before he noticed.
“HA! Twat!” he shouted and pushed me over. “I win. Go get the beer.”
I stomped into the kitchen chastising myself for the sexual distraction. I needed to be very careful. Honestly, perving over my own friend! I knew he’d want a shot but couldn’t find any more shot glasses, so I took the whole bottle back to the lounge. Jason was laying back on the sofa, arms behind his head, shirt open, and legs wide apart. His tight jeans pointed out his large package. I nearly dropped the drink.
“Here bitch. Pour the shots.” He took the proffered bottle. We drank. We switched to GTA 5 and took it in turns to find interesting ways of committing suicide with Trevor. I won by sneaking into the army base while on the Elk mission, then blowing up a plane.
The rest of the night continued in this vein, interspersed with some private chat that I found more and more difficult to control. At one point I had to feign sickness so I could get out the room. He was asking again if I’d had another threesome, and why, if I’d enjoyed the last one, I hadn’t indulged. I nearly said I would with him. ARRRGH!
The night passed without major mishap however, and I enjoyed most of it. Spending time with Jason was always fun. When we parted around one in the morning, Jason going to his room and I remained in the lounge. A duvet and pillow had been stuffed behind his sofa and I stripped to my boxers, fell on the sofa, and pulled it all around me. I’d forgotten to close the door, at my feet, and a crap attempt to reach it with my toes failed so I left it open. That was a mistake. Just as I was drifting off Jason passed the opening to go to the bathroom. He wore a pair of tiny pale blue ‘boy shorts’ that were definitely not for boys. My erection was instant and I groaned. I had to listen to him pissing, the stream splashing loudly into the bowl, and imagined for an instant it was my face. The worst thing was I could hardly masturbate here. I pretended to be asleep when he passed back but couldn’t help opening my eyes to see. He was a big boy. Shit.
* * *
I was on my knees in the dark room. It was humid and stuffy and a manly sweat permeated every part of my being. I was dizzy and the room swam. Shadows moved around me, silent as the desert. At either shoulder a powerful leg, soft with fur, tickled my skin. I leaned left and my lips found the firm muscle of a thigh, hairy yet soft. I kissed it and my heart raced. The hair stroked my face and I shook my head from side to side with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation on my nose and cheeks and the scent of the leg. I was so aroused I trembled. I reached forward and my hands found the calves and more soft fur. I ran my hands so gently up and down those legs, along the curve of the calf, up under the knee and back down again. I came close to whimpering. The he shifted forward. The thighs rubbed against my shoulders then the knee dropped. I knew what was coming and I was so excited. This time I did whimper like a begging puppy. The scent of the man grew stronger and all I wanted to do was melt into his groin. I leaned forward and my lips found his balls, heavy and hairless. I kissed them, a single soft touching of skin. Once, twice. Then my tongue darted out and flicked against the hot, moist flesh. I tasted the day on him, his balls trapped in underwear for the whole hot day, constrained, hidden. Now he was letting himself free and had chosen me to enjoy them. I took a deep breath and swam in his odour, manly, pungent, arousing. I wanted to do what he wanted, everything he wanted. I needed to please him and in return, he would reward me. I reached up and with one hand felt the huge hard pole pointing at the ceiling. It was warm and to touch it felt like stroking silk over leather. It was perfect. I’d waited my whole life for this moment and here it was! I rose up on my knees, leaned forward and…
…I fell. I was dropping like a stone through the black nothingness. I wanted to scream but my throat constricted. I snorted through my nose, once, twice…
* * *
I woke up with a start and a snort. I was on the floor in Jason’s lounge under the duvet and several sofa cushions. My heart was still racing and I took several deep breaths to try and calm down. It had seemed so real! The dream was so fresh, as though I had actually lived it. I was sure I could smell cum.
“You okay?” Jason stood in the doorway rubbing his eyes. My heart raced again and I stared at him. The street light poured through the thin curtains and illuminated him in yellow light. His runners’ legs were on full show, muscular and long. They led up to his groin and for the first time in my life I saw the outline of his cock and balls. My mouth watered at the confirmation of his size.
“Hey Tom. You awake?” He stepped forward and tried to peer through the shadows of the duvet at my eyes. Snap out of it Tom!
“Huh? Oh, yes.” I faked a yawn. “Oh. I fell off the sofa.” I mumbled.
“You tosser.” He laughed, turned and went back to bed. I watched his ass in the tiny underwear until he disappeared from view. I put the sofa back together and climbed back under the duvet. It took me ages to calm down and fall asleep. I didn’t dream again of the unknown man and his perfect dick.
* * *
The walk home in the morning gave me time to ruminate on what had happened. I’d stared at Jason’s body and nearly been caught, twice. The more I looked at him the more I wanted him, and I simply didn’t understand why. I know this sounds like I fancy, and get, everyone I see but it’s simply not true. After all you wouldn’t want to hear about the body builder who turned me down in the club, or the girls Jenny and I have tried to get into bed would you? Of course not. And I know you don’t really want to hear about me fancying my own best friend. But I can’t help this one I’m afraid. The more time I spend with him, the more infatuated I become. I was giving serious consideration to pulling out of the gig we were supposed to be going to next week.
Back at home I entered to sounds of panting and slapping. It was so loud I assumed it was Jenny being fucked but once I reached the top of the stairs and could see into the lounge, I saw it was a movie. I paused at the door, dumbfounded. I can’t legally describe what she was watching. All I will say is it involved just one guy. Jenny looked up at me.
“Fucking hot eh?”
I looked down at her. “No!”
“It is Tommy. And you’ll find out how hot it is when you take it.”
“That is NOT happening!” She’d already made me angry. She was pushing it again, either to get a rise or warn me what was coming. This was the last straw. I would NOT be partaking in THAT.
“Hmpf. Will has. You will.” Her distain dripped from every word.
I got pushed to one side and Will barged past me. He was naked except for the clear plastic chastity device (I swore his dick had shrunk), a pink collar with slave printed in silver letters, and pink ankle socks with a big red heart on each ankle. Someone had shaved his hair into a heart on top with the point aiming to his neck, with grade one at the back and sides. He looked ridiculous. He handed Jenny the drink he had carried in.
“For you. I love you mistress.” She didn’t reply and he didn’t wait for one. He got to his knees, crawled over to where her feet touched the floor, and turned into a foot stall. I knew now that was what she had intended for me. When she didn’t get it she started to turn nasty.
I shook my head at her. She responded by standing and kicking Will in the stomach before returning to her seat.
“Than…” he heaved a breath. “Thank you mistress. I love you mistress.” Jenny grinned at me then returned to watching the degradation on the TV. I had to leave.
* * *
The following week was both slow and a pleasant distraction from my evil girlfriend. I stayed at Cody’s place which gave me sex every night and my own time during the day while he was at the pool. Sex every night except Thursday. For some reason he was out late, came home to shower then went straight to bed. I cuddled up to him but he wouldn’t tell me anything. I dismissed it as work.
Having the run of someone else’s place was fun and I must admit to a bit of snooping. I didn’t find much. A drawer full of condoms and lube, some porn mags, the usual junk. I also had a sniff or two of his underwear, he had a lot of tight red boxer shorts. It made me hornier for when he came home. I didn’t tell him.
Three days were taken up by my part time job at the coffee shop. Mattie was there for one day and I tried again to get her out for a drink. No dice, but equally she didn’t ever tell me to stop. Bloody tease. The other two shifts were spent in the company of a hairy hipster called Ben, (aren’t they all?). He wore his shirt with the top button done up and Doc Martens boots. He was nice enough but I wanted to punch him. He was however superior with the customers than I, and I found myself studying his skills.
Jenny phoned me twice. Once to apologise for the video and her nastiness towards me, and another to ask when I was going home. She said she reckoned she could get a nice surprise sorted. A great one in fact, and definitely not related to what I saw. On Friday I got a text:
> Please come home baby. I’m sorry. I miss u. Got an AMAZING surprise for you.
She attached a picture of a pussy. It was pretty; smooth lips topped with neatly trimmed but fluffy pubic hair. It wasn’t hers. I replied that I’d think about it.
> Sorry again baby. I mean it. I’m not myself. Just share this with me and I’ll explain.
I promised to return no earlier than Sunday. Despite myself that pussy looked sweet and the thought of two girls after taking so much cock got my head, heart and cock very active. Cody got to be the bottom for the first time in ages that night, although I swallowed both of us.
Saturday was the gig with Jason and once more I was nervous. And as it turned out I was right to have been.
* * *
Ear splitting screeching competed with the screaming guitar to destroy my hearing. As if to ensure the abuse was complete, a thumping baseline pummelled my organs. Even my testicles bounced. The whole came together in such a way as to be the opposite of well-constructed music. It was, at best, a cacophony of musical themed melodies played in asynchronous time. I loved it.
Jason appeared through the crowd with two pints, wriggling and ducking in order to avoid wasting any on the already saturated carpet. His adventure to acquire the lager had taken the best part of three ‘songs’. He was sweating and looked a little vexed.
“Fucking bar staff are shit.” He moaned handing me the drink. I nodded but it needed no reply. The Sailors Arms was notorious for cruddy service but it was the only place in town that held regular gigs for no entry fee. Thus it was packed. I pitied the bar staff. We downed a few mouthfuls.
“Best go easy, or I’ll go to the bar now.” I shouted over a riff that seemed to have broken a speaker. It vibrated with every high note. He grinned at me and made a ‘magic hand’ wave, then pulled two bottles of beer from his back pockets. Flashing thumbs up I took one, and we swayed to what was laughably being called, the rhythm.
Four pints down, two each in hand, and hours to go until the place threw us out. I knew it was going to be another boozy one. To my delight Jason hadn’t once asked about threesomes or Jenny at all, not during our pre going out drinks, nor the walk over. We chatted like old times; chewing the cud, discussing nothing and everything. It continued in the pub, though in truth one couldn’t hear very much anyway. That happy status quo was about to be shattered.
The group, I refuse to dignify them with the term band, yelled out that they’d be back after a drink. The cheers died down to a loud background chatter and Jason moved closer. Our hips touched. Nothing out of the ordinary for you, electric shocks of anticipation and worry for me. We clinked glasses. He looked about to say something more serious than commenting on the band when a yell distracted him.
“Oh shit.” He muttered in my ear. “Oh hey!!” He yelled back and waved. A balding blond male in his early thirties minced through the crowd hold a red drink. Like Jason, his jeans were extremely tight. Unlike Jason it showed his flabby bits. Jason whispered in my ear; “Go with me on this and don’t engage.”
“Great to see you aight Jaz, mnn.” He said leaning over our only real protection, a half-height wall separating two areas where tables usually sit. “Only been saying like, twenty times or something mnn.”
I disliked him on site, and then hated him on hearing. He affected a terrible upper class accent, ‘out’ sounded like ‘eight’, and appeared to have an annoying habit of finishing his sentences with a nasal groan. He looked like a queer, not a good one, and kept his nose in the air forcing him to arch his neck back and look down. He probably thought it made him look superior. I thought it looked like he couldn’t stand his own smell.
“Yeh I know,” replied Jason moving closer to me. My entire right side was now pressed up against his left. “You know how it goes. What brings you here?”
“Oh mnn, you mentioned it sometime aime sure mnn.” He looked around which entailed turning his whole body. I lowered my head and tried not to be seen laughing. My eyes started to water with the effort. “Would you lake a drink mnn?”
“Oh, I forgot, how rude of me,” Jason ignored the question and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His hand rested on my hip. I stopped laughing and froze. My cock became as hard as it could beneath the restrictions of my jeans. “This is my best friend Tom.”
I couldn’t raise my head to smile a hello. Jason’s arm was an erotic lightening rod, directing arousal straight into my groin. My heart skipped and raced, a familiar feeling these days, and I began to tremble. I hoped he couldn’t feel it. The whirlwind of emotions and fantasy images assaulting me overtook all senses. I wanted to leap into his arms and lick the sweat of his entire body.
“Tom, this is Atticus.” When I didn’t look up right away Jason squeezed me. This broke my frozen state but caused my dick to twitch. I glanced up at the idiot and decided the name matched the man. I raised my pint.
“Hi.”
“Mnn.” He glared at me for a few seconds before returning his attention to Jason. “So then Jaz,” the way he pronounced even that short name grated on me. “Shall we share a drink mnn?”
Jason remained in position cuddling me with one arm. I didn’t want him to leave. His touch reminded me of the time, nearly two years ago, when he kissed me. Just a peck on the lips to prove a point. It didn’t mean then what it would mean today. I was in danger of doing something stupid.
“No thanks Atticus. Just here with my mate. Next time.” He raised his pint to Atticus and took a long drag. I did the same, hoping to dull my senses and get my nerves under control.
“Mnn. What’hever mnn.” He spun on the spot and slammed his red drink into a large pair of breasts. The boyfriend reared up in an instant, flaring his arms and starting up the whole cockerel business. The owner of the breasts, a tall tanned girl with long dark hair and generous hips, displayed her skill and experience in dealing with her cockerel by taking the drink from Atticus, thanking him for the free beverage, and continuing on her way. A better display of situation control I haven’t seen. The boyfriend followed with a final angry glance at Atticus but no punches. The crowed swallowed him up with some speed, which I’m sure spared his blushes. It was a funny if brief distraction. I was brought crashing back to the moment by Jason resting his cheek on my shoulder. His lips were next to my ear.
My heart stopped.
“I hate that guy.” He whispered. Despite myself, and lust burning throughout my body, I giggled.
“Where did you find him? Queeristan?” Jason laughed but remained in place on my shoulder, his arm cuddling my waist.
“Don’t insult the queers. Or anyone from somewhereistan.” We both laughed and he finally lifted his head. My shoulder felt cold and alone. “That fucknut is in my English class at uni. I think he fancies me and it scares me.”
“Yeh, would me.” I agreed. We remained silent listening to the hubbub. Our only movements an occasional sip of beer. I never wanted him to move his arm, unless it was to add the other. Shit, fuck, bollocks, wank, cock! I had to move and break the spell. I needed to calm down, but before I did anything, Jason himself pulled away. Now I felt cold and lifeless. The excitement, the intense unrequited lust that boiled within simply drained away, as though a plug had been pulled. There was a lump in my throat.
“I’ll get more beer.” He muttered.
“Huh? Where’s your bottle?”
“I put it down and some nob head nicked it.” He patted me on the back. “I’ll get another.” Was it me or did he let his hand drag across my back as he left? It was me imagining it right? Crap.
The Band returned before Jason did and recommenced the assault on their instruments. Within a song Jason was back with beers and bottles, but no arm. I made a couple of dumb attempts to touch him back but they seemed more like people pushing into me and he ignored it. A few more beers were sunk and I was now at full steam. The room was blurry and moving more than just the people dancing. Jason didn’t seem to me as drunk and I could have sworn he’d lost two more bottles.
“Fuck Jash, I gotta go. I’m fucken pished.”
“Yeh, me too. Come on.”
Jason led the way, clearing a path between sweaty bodies. Along the sides of the room couple were fondling each other and showing the world what their tongues could do. One chunky girl had her mini skirt riding so high over tiny strings acting as underwear that the pub was her gynaecologist. In another life I would have gone over to try and cop a feel.
I staggered after my best friend and once outside the fresh air slammed me in the face. Then my memory went and I was at Jason’s house, in my boxers, being lowered onto the sofa.
“That’s it Tom, down you go.” He let go of me and I saw blackness. Moments later he was above me again, a fit runner wearing nothing but his tiny yellow and blue underwear. He kneeled by my side and pulled the duvet over me. Then heaven sent me a message. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Without hesitation I reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his.
Now I was very, very pissed, and my memory is like everyone’s in that state. Namely, shit. I remember only two things; He didn’t pull away for a while, I’m really certain of that, and I called him Jen. This second one is important because it is the only thing that saved me.
* * *
“You must really love Jen.” Said Jason.
“Why?” I mumbled from under the weight of a pillow and a five ton hangover.
“You grabbed me thinking I was her. Told me I was hot then kissed me.” Shit, cock and balls. I had hadn’t I? How was I going to get out of this?
“Fuck, sorry.”
“Nah, it’s okay.”
We fell silent. We were sat in his front room, the curtains drawn to avoid unnecessary eye pain. I say sitting. He was lounging in the easy chair wearing a sleeveless basketball shirt and baggy yet short shorts. The shirt had been pulled to one side showing his left nipple. For this reason I remained under the duvet; I couldn’t let him see I was hard.
“Um, why is it okay?” I ventured after some pause. “I’m not sure it would be if it were me.”
He shrugged. “You thought I was Jenny.”
After a few more minutes he left to make tea and I took the opportunity to run to the bathroom unseen, where I masturbated in the hope of losing my erection. I lasted mere minutes showing the state of arousal I was in. I even managed to return to the sofa before he came back with the drinks. He left the steaming tea on the carpet by the sofa and returned to the chair. The shirt had righted itself and now I could see only the sides and top of his chest. A good deal of thigh remained visible however.
I decided to break the silence. “So, Atticus?”
“Oh don't.” Jason snorted. “That moron attached himself on his first day and won't leave me alone.”
“Is he real?”
“HA! Not sure. I've seen him speak normally, at least without pretending he's posh, but not to me. Only on the phone to one particular caller.”
“He’s weird.”
“Yep. Very. Sorry I had to hug you, thanks for letting that happen by the way.”
“Oh er, no problem.” Words can't describe the deflation I felt at that statement. “Will you er, need to do it again if we see him?”
Jason looked me in the eye when he replied. “If you don't mind, yes.”
“Fine.” I dismissed the word with a wave of my hand before picking up my tea, but it hid a burning desire for the weirdo to come out again.
“Where are you staying then?” The question came out of left field and threw me for a few seconds. Jason saw my confusion and clarified. “You said last night that you weren't staying with Jenny at the moment.”
“Oh.” Had I? “Um, just with a friend. Oddly enough a friend I met through her.”
“Ah. You could have stayed here you know.” I thought he sounded a little hurt.
“Well it was so last minute you know?”
Jason nodded but gave no reply. I really could not have stayed here. It was a certainty that I would have done something stupid.
The rest of the morning passed with muted conversation about the previous evening, interspersed with periods of silence in which we were both able to fully appreciate the quantity of alcohol imbibed. There were a couple of times I even thought he might be putting it on, or at least exaggerating. It was a feeling I couldn't shake when the time came to leave and it stuck with me all the way to Cody's.
* * *
Cody wasn’t in which I thought was odd for a Saturday. I gathered my things and tidied up a little. Before I left I wrote a cute thank you note and left it on his pillow. I included an IOU; five blow jobs.
It was with some trepidation I returned to Jenny’s place, a day earlier than I’d said I would. I don’t know why I caved in. Perhaps some part of me wanted to catch her doing something, but then there was very little we hadn’t done together anyway, and I was fully aware of the sex she had with the other guys. We both did.
The place was silent when I entered and a quick tour proved it was empty. The kitchen contained several days’ worth of used crockery and cutlery and a few pairs of panties were left strewn on the bedroom floor. I also found boxer shorts. I guessed they were Trey’s. I whiled away the afternoon by having a shower and watching a Bond film. Daniel Craig is brilliant but there was something extra special about Brosnan. It wasn’t a sexual thing before you ask.
Darkness was encroaching on the world when Jenny got home. I switched off the news and waited for her to enter. She stomped up the stairs. I heard her throw her stuff on the bedroom floor and then further rustling. A few minutes later she entered the darkened lounge. I could make out her figure against the reflected light from the wall opposite. She wore nothing but someone’s boxer shorts, possibly mine, possibly not. I didn’t care, her tits were perfect, as always.
“Hey.” I said from the gloom. She screamed and jumped back. I reached up and flicked on the light.
“Holy fuck!” She panted. “Tommy! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Didn’t mean to.”
“You’re early?”
“Yeh.”
Taking a few seconds to size up my mood she decided I wasn’t in a bad one and pushed her boxers down. Red ones, probably not mine I decided. Taking a step towards me she left them behind on the floor and straddled my lap. I could smell her pussy. She was getting horny already. I knew she’d be wet. This was why she was such a nympho.
“I’m glad.” She whispered and kissed me. I didn’t respond. “Okay look, I’m sorry right?”
“That’s it?”
“What more do you want? I pushed it too far and I’m sorry.” I glared at her in silence. For the first ever she took the hint. Huffing, she climbed back off me and pulled her underwear back on. More than this, she disappeared into the beroom and came back wearing flannel shorts and a tiny t-shirt. It wasn’t much better than her being naked if I was honest, but it was a first.
“Stop staring at me.” She complained. I had to stifle a grin; she had stuck her bottom lip out like a petulant teenager. I’d never seen that either. Could it be my walking out had got a message through to her? Would she learn something from this? “I said I was sorry.”
“But you’re not are you?” I replied. “You’re sorry you didn’t get your own way, but not for what you’re doing to me.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “What AM I doing to you?”
“You know full well. You wanted to turn me into a slave like Will, how did you do that by the way? And when I refused, you started getting nasty.”
“You don’t know the life you have denied yourself Tommy. I would have made you the ultimate slut, far superior to me. Instead you just want to be normal boring Tommy.”
“Normal?!” She was doing it again, she was getting my back up. It’s like she had the remote control to my temper. “He wears a fucking chastity cage! What sort of life is that?”
“That’s for Will, not you. You would never have had that. Will is... weak. He submitted within a month.”
“No way he did.” I was on the edge of the sofa, knees trembling with the effort not to get up and smack her. “Will was strong. He was my alpha. You yourself introduced us and made me give myself to him. Will was strong.”
“Always the strongest on the outside.” She didn’t elaborate and I could see I wasn’t going to get anywhere with that subject.
I moved on. “And boring? How am I boring? You couldn’t make me more of a slut in all the world. Six guys regularly fuck me, you do, we do all sorts of rotten shit, and we’ve had countless threesomes with girls. What more do you want?”
“Oh Tommy. So much more. But you’ve rejected that enjoyment so I’m not going to go into it. Anyway, you still have your surprise.”
“Oh yeh, the pussy pic. Well, we’ve had a threesome before so it’ll probably be boring right?” I knew it came out as a childish dig but it needed to be said.
“Not this one oh boyfriend of mine.” She put extra emphasis on mine. I ignored it. She stood and slinked over to me. I rose before she reached me, and she stepped right up close. “This one is going to be a lot of fun.” She grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand into her shorts. Despite my anger my dick took over, as she knew it would. I extended my fingers and pushed two into her wet, welcoming warmth.
* * *
Having waited on my knees for nearly an hour listening to the giggling and moaning from the next room I was worried that this was some form of torture Jenny was indulging in. The two girls were bouncing around on the bed, a fact I knew from the familiar squeaky springs, and Jenny seemed to be giving her a good seeing to. I stared at the magnolia wall, picturing their firm flesh pressed against each other, moist labia brushing on soft skin and probing tongue. My erection remained for the full hour and I was now desperate for release.
The fight was already a distant memory. She’d spent the intervening two weeks sucking up to, and on me quite a lot, and regained some of her attraction to me. We’d had sex with each other and no one else, something we hadn’t done for a good few months. Once or twice she’d disappeared for a while and had been cryptic about it, but I was assured this was down to my surprise. Kneeling on the hall floor I was now waiting for that surprise and concerned that perhaps she’d slipped into her old was and was punishing me. When I heard the lounge door open and Jenny come padding in my relief was palpable. I smelled her sex as she came closer.
“Come now boy, your soft bitches await.” The humour in her voice was evident and as she bent down to help me stand I could hear she was still panting. Before being led into the bedroom she had one last surprise; I was blindfolded. These were not the silly little eye covers you might be thinking that are made of nylon and allow one to see from the sides and slip off easily. No, we had acquired serious things. Think large, black swimming goggles that weren’t quite as tight to wear, fastened with three leather straps around the top, middle and lower parts of the head. They don’t come off by accident.
Wrists bound and blind I was pushed first into the bedroom and over to the side of the bed. My knees brushed the duvet. I could sense the girl on the bed and was excited not just by anticipation of fun with her, but by the fact I still had no idea who she was. A genuine stranger. She emitted a soft ‘coo’ which I assumed was due to my nakedness.
Jenny whispered in my ear; “Do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you, without hesitation. Understand slut?”
“Yes.” She slapped my ass.
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.” My cock bounced and I heard a moan from the bed, a soft melodic hum that brushed my ears. Jenny grabbed my cock from behind and started waving it around, lifting it up and pulling on my foreskin. Then with the other hand she gripped my scrotum and pulled it down hard, the stretching only arousing me further.
“Like this baby?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
Both the girl and I answered in unison. She giggled. That voice. It was pretty. It seemed familiar. Then I was told to get on my knees. Jenny helped me lest I fall on the girl.
“Start at her knees and take it slow little slut.”
By her command I leaned to my left and found the girls knee. I had to lean far as her legs were wide apart and groaned to myself. I kissed once, twice, feeling the soft smooth skin under my lips. I could tell she wasn’t a skinny girl but it didn’t matter. To my surprise it made me more excited, I’d never had a chunky girl before. I kissed halfway up her inner thigh, taking my time to appreciate that a layer of fat under skin actually made it softer to kiss. I tasted her, a flick of my tongue across her silky thighs. Musky tang mixed with a surprising sweet infusion. I knew I was tasting them both, and the sweetness was from her. I couldn’t wait to lick her pussy now and sped up, kissing faster up her other thigh, but Jenny slapped me around my head and I was forced to slow down. Her right thigh was wetter and had an extra taste of salt. It may have been sweat. I grinned.
Back and forth I worked my way up her legs until I came to heaven. I could smell her now. It was a strong smell and infused itself into me, I was drawn to it in a way I’d never felt with previous girls, and for the first time I felt I understood what pheromones were. It seemed to catch the inside of my nose and drag me forwards, fogging my brain until all I wanted was to delve into its source. I assumed this was because of the blindfold but had never experienced it with Jenny. My heart beat faster as I moved forward millimetre by millimetre, teasing both of us. Then contact. Slick wet flesh touched my probing tongue and I fell in love. Never had I tasted any girl that created such a rush. Like your first drug high you’re hooked in a way that defies explanation. She was sweet! Not sweet like sugar, but sweet in a way that captures your soul. I ran the flat of my tongue hard from base to clitoris and felt her shudder under me. Again and again I lapped at her like a dog, never wanting to be away from her delicious wetness, the musky sweet tang enveloping me. How was I so attracted to this girl without ever seeing her? She could be ugly. I didn’t care, I do everything she wanted.
The moaning from above increased in volume and frequency as I ate her. Switching between lapping and probing with my tongue, to drawing her labia into my mouth and, forming an ‘O’ to suck her clit. The soft mound of fur tickling my nose was wonderful instead of the usual wiry annoyance. I even broke away from her glorious flesh for brief periods to lick it and suck a clump into my mouth. Everything tasted like heaven. I lost track of time between those chubby thighs but I was down there long enough make her orgasm. She jerked against my face rubbing herself hard against me, covering me with her wetness and whimpering like a puppy. With one final spasm she cried out, straightening her legs and trapping me between the pillow of her thighs. Juices slipped from her lips and I tongued them into my mouth, savouring the more intense, concentrated flavour of her.
I had no idea what Jenny had been doing for the long time I’d been in heaven. I’d forgotten she was there. Now she gripped my arms and helped me stand, my legs were shaking from the extended single position. Pins and needles raced down my right thigh, skipped my leg and flooded my foot. My wrists were uncoupled.
“Plough the bitch.” Jenny whispered into my ear. I paused waiting for her to apply a condom but nothing came. Jenny worked this out and leaned against my ear again. “She’s safe.”
I don’t know why but my heart skipped. I reached down and found her thighs with the tips of my fingers, still wide apart and slick. I held my cock and guided it forward, feeling the heat emanating from her. I rubbed the head against her wet pussy and gasped at the sensation; a strangers pussy, new and untried.
“Yes...” It was the quietest of whispers and I heard it more as a movement on the breeze. She was begging me to enter her. Again a tickle of familiarity. Did I know this girl? A friend from college? I was certain that I didn’t know any fat girls. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop now. I pushed my hips forward and rested my hands on the bed either side of her waist. Despite her surprising tightness I popped in with ease, her juices and my saliva providing the perfect lubrication, and with deliberate slowness pushed my full length into her. She gasped then groaned. Her hands wrapped around my waist and grabbed my ass.
“Hard.” Again the slightest of movements of the air. I needed no encouragement. Forgoing the usual slow start I pounded her, grinding myself against her with every thrust. I was right, she was a little chubby, and I found it amazing. She was soft and comfortable. Her legs wrapped around my ass and her hands now ran up my back, nails digging into my flesh. She was greedy, thrusting her own hips against my rhythm. Every slam home was accompanied by a low grunt, like I was pumping the air from her. She pulled me down on top of her and gave me a bear hug, I felt her big breasts squash under me. Her tongue found my mouth and I granted entry, tasting her in return. Locked on top of her I had to shift position to ensure depth. I pushed off the ground with my toes and succeeded in gaining an extra millimetre or two. She screamed into my mouth but didn’t pull away.
Now her breaths became erratic and I could feel the air rushing out of her nose in short puffs. She was building to orgasm. I wanted to pull back and ensure harder thrusts but be she held on tight and sucked my tongue into her mouth, biting it to let me know I wasn’t going anywhere. Moments later I had to pull back quick as she screamed, locked her thighs around my waist and bucked under me. Like a frightened animal she writhed and jerked under me, howling, her hips desperate to get the most out of my erection. I had never been so turned on by a girl coming and felt myself starting to build to ejaculation, but I was stopped. As the girls motions slowed under me, my wrists were pulled behind my back and refastened. Jenny was back. Then, with a final kiss from the girl I was dragged back into a standing position.
“Do you still want to?” Jenny asked. I didn’t know what she meant. Did I want to still fuck the girl? Yes! But I realised it wasn’t for me when I heard rustling on the bed. Then I felt her mouth closed around my head. She took me deep. I felt her throat constrict around me and she gagged, but didn’t pull away. Then she began, her warm mouth and eager tongue working their magic quickly. I felt teeth and she had a poor rhythm, but the knowledge of her inexperience only made the moment more arousing and I cried out.
“I’m gonna cum!”
I expected her to pull away but her hands gripped my ass and held me fast, her long hair flicking against my thighs and waist with the bobbing motion of her head. Seconds later with a growl and a shout I rarely emitted anymore I erupted into her mouth, firing shot after shot. She didn’t pull back or gag, instead holding me half inside her and accepting my spunk like a drink. I felt her rolling it around her mouth as though she wanted to coat every part of her in it. Only when I was soft and the last dribble had been sucked and licked from my slit did she pull back. I heard a contented sigh then a giggle.
“Yum!” She said with another laugh and a tickle set up home in my brain, but before either of us could say anything Jenny was leading me from the room and into the lounge. I was told to kneel and found my back to the radiator and wrists tied to a rope she’d prepared earlier. The door was closed on her way out. I could still smell the girl and despite having just come, I found I wanted my face between her thighs again, to taste and smell her. Maybe that’s why Jenny blindfolded me; to stop me seeking her out. I didn’t understand why I was so aroused and attracted to the girl, or how she could taste so delicious when every other girl I’d ever had was, well, not. I mean it was great eating pussy, but the difference between other girls and this one was like the difference between cheap fizzy wine and top shelf Champagne. I heard muffled voices, then silence, then some moaning. I guessed there was some lesbian action going on and for the first time in ages I felt jealous. Not because someone was having my girlfriend, but that Jenny was having the girl. The feeling hit me like a train and shocked me. What did that mean?
I lost track of how long the noises went on for but I heard Jenny cry out. So the girl was probably eating her out. After a few mounting wails, silence. Then voices and laughing. The slamming of the front door I felt through the pipework on the radiator. Moments later Jenny entered the lounge and messed around with something, I guessed the TV. A few seconds of thought and I realised she may have recorded it. That was hot. Then I was untied from the radiator, helped up, sat in a chair, and bound to it.
Jenny started the video and kneeled between my knees. She sucked on my balls while I watched myself led into the room. The camera must have been on a tripod on the other side of the bed. It showed only the girls pussy and legs coming in at the bottom of the screen and I was a little annoyed to find I still couldn’t put a face to her. She also didn’t appear quite as chunky as I’d guessed. Her legs were fine while her thighs held some padding. They were as smooth and blemish free as my lips remembered. I watched myself kissing up them, then delve between her legs. With the view, the memories, and Jenny rolling my balls around her mouth and biting my scrotum, I once again became hard. Jenny took me in her mouth and sucked. Hard.
Savouring what little taste of the girl I had left I watched myself pulled to a standing position, get whispered to by Jenny, and then fuck the girl. My head disappeared out the bottom of the shot and all I could see was my ass bobbing up and down and her legs locked around my waist. As I built to another orgasm I saw the girl writhing on the bed. It was far more animated than I remembered. Then there was Jenny, pulling me back and binding my wrists again. I felt the built up to the point of no return. My balls tightened and my legs stiffened, my ass clenched and I started grunting. On the screen the girl sat up to take my cock in her mouth. I moaned as the first ejaculation spewed into Jenny. The camera moved, a wobbly path around the side of the bed. Another shot of cum. The picture showed the girl winking to the camera and as I fired my final shots of spunk and cried out in ecstasy, I looked into the pretty face of my own sister.
* * *
“I feel so evil.” I signed into Cody’s chest and he wrapped his arm tighter around my shoulder. “I fucking fucked Chloe.”
“Yeh,” replied Cody. “Evil, and hot.”
“Fuck off Cody. I fucked my own fucking sister!”
“Sorry Tommy.” He took a breath. “That was pretty evil of Jenny. How the fuck did she manage it?”
“I don’t know. But Chloe did what she did quite freely I can tell you.”
“Uh huh.” I looked down his perfect torso and saw a lump in his shorts.
“Are you fucking getting off on this?” I raised myself up off his chest and made eye contact, challenging him.
“Tommy don’t beat me up man. YOU did it!” He pulled me back down and held my neck in a bear hug. I watched his lump grow. “And yes, I am.”
I struggled for a few seconds but he was too strong and I collapsed on him. “It’s not right.”
“It’s not.” He agreed. “That’s why it’s hot. That and your sister.”
“WHAT?” I struggled again, then gave up again. “You’re gay Cody.”
“I’m bi Tommy, you know that. I just haven’t found a girl I like recently, and Jenny and I don’t fuck much anymore. The fact I like you so much stops me searching for anything else.” He rolled onto his side and spun his arm around my neck. We faced each other and he pushed his erection into my groin. Despite this situation my own dick responded and began pressing against my jeans.
The worst thing about this whole situation wasn’t that I fucked Chloe. It was that I enjoyed it so much, and worse, that I wanted it again. I’d never considered sex with a family member once in my entire life yet now, having been tricked into it, I wanted more. Much more. It appealed to my taboo side; something wrong, forbidden. It meant I found Chloe hot and was attracted to her with an immediate strength I couldn’t believe. I could not understand how I felt, or how her scent was so arousing to me, and knowing it was wrong was tearing me up. Cody was the only one I could talk to, and having told him the evil deed