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Morning. My arm looked massive curled around Beth’s tiny frame as we cuddled in her bed.

She wriggled. “Mmmm... I like you holding me.”

“Any regrets?” I said.

“Oh, I’m a little embarrassed, maybe. I never just jump into bed with someone. I wanted you to come in and talk, but never planned on this.”

“Neither did I, Beth. Things just happened.”

“Yeah.” She took a breath and let it out slowly. “It was wonderful.”

“Bullshit. I hurt you. I hate that.”

She kissed my cheek. “So you take a little getting used to. It was just our first time. We’ll get better.”

I said, “Just our first time?”

Beth’s huge blue eyes searched mine. “You... you want to keep seeing me, don’t you? You didn’t just fuck me out of pity... or to see what it was like being with someone small, did you?”

“No! Of course I want to keep seeing you. I thought maybe you only slept with me to find out what it was like to be with someone big.”

The relief sweeping across her expressive face was immediately replaced by joy then desire. I’d never met anyone so open and easy to read as Beth. My heart swelled, and I rolled to pull her to me and kiss her. We caressed and soon I needed to take her again. She must have felt the same since she started stroking me, getting me hard.

There was tapping at the bedroom door. Beth scrambled to cover us when her door cracked open. Her roommate Amanda peeked in.

“Are you indecent?” She pushed the door aside and strode in, arms full of our clothes.

Beth pulled the sheet higher. “Amanda! Get the hell out of here!”

“You’ll want these,” said Amanda, setting everything on a chair. “Next time you rip each other’s clothes off, don’t fling them all over the living room, okay?”

Beth hid her face against my side. “Oh, right. Thanks, roomie.”

Amanda stood there, looking at us with a wry grin. She wore a silky kimono-style robe that only reached mid-thigh.

She was such a contrast to Beth; average height with brown eyes and good curves to her figure. Her dirty blonde hair pinned up in a messy pile bared her elegant neck. Her naturally arching eyebrows gave her a knowing, mischievous look.

“Hi Jonas,” she said.

“Er, hi Amanda,” I waved.

“You two look so comfy. Any room for me?”

Beth said, “Okay, thanks for our clothes. Now GoodBYE, Amanda.”

Amanda feigned a pouty disappointment then sauntered out.

“Sorry,” said Beth. “She’s nosy sometimes. I hoped we could sneak out before she woke up.”

I cleared my throat. “Last night... what, did you mean she’d want to join us?”

Beth hesitated, then said, “Do you... do you remember meeting her at a party?”

I had fuzzy memories of Amanda at a house party months before. My team had won a big rugby match and they insisted on doing shooters all afternoon. We were well lubed by the time of the party.

“Sure,” I said. “We talked in the kitchen. I was a little drunk, though. Hope I didn’t embarrass myself in front of your roommate.”

“Not at all,” said Beth. “Amanda said you were really sweet.”

~~~~

We wanted to cuddle longer, but rugby practice was at nine. Beth was so sore from our night together I had to help her walk to the bathroom. We showered together, kissing and running soapy hands over each other.

Beth engrossed herself feeling my broad chest and then my dick. She exclaimed at the bruises and scrapes all over me.

“These are from rugby? You call that fun?”

“You should see the other guys,” I smirked.

Her tight body was a wonder, as was her nearly flat chest that was so sensitive. I got behind her, massaging her shallow boobs and nipples while planting little kisses across her neck and shoulders. Beth began breathing rapidly and reached behind to stroke my dick as I massaged and toyed with her.

It seemed like only a few minutes passed before Beth arched her back and pressed against me. She held my hands still on her chest as she gave short little gasps and went stiff.

She had come just from having her chest played with.

Beth turned in my arms and we kissed while she recovered. Then with an impish look, she sank to her knees to engulf the head of my dick.

What a sight: Beth looking up with her angelic eyes, working to fit my dick in her mouth. I was too large for her to get much more than the head in, but she bobbed and tongued the underside while fondling my balls. Her eager, playful look and the sensations would have made me come quickly if she hadn’t drained me so completely the night before.

Beth worked away until I saw she was tiring. I was about to pull her up when she reached behind me to tease a soapy finger around my asshole. Then with no warning, she sank her slim finger deep inside and did something indescribable that triggered a jolting, abrupt orgasm. Beth’s throat worked to swallow the sudden blast of cum as my knees weakened.

“Mmm,” Beth said when she got to her feet, grinning with satisfaction.

I could barely think. “That was incredible. What WAS that?”

“Oh, just a little trick I know.” She smiled sweetly, batting her eyes.

“Let me return the favor. I loved licking you last night.”

“And I loved you doing it. But I’m too achy for more right now. Can you come back tonight? We’d be alone. It’s Saturday... Amanda will be out at the dance clubs again.” She cast me a sheepish look. “But, uh, I’m kinda sore. I might only be able to cuddle. I understand if you don’t want to.”

I crushed her to me. “Beth, I’d wash dishes and do your laundry if it meant being with you.”

~~~~

We had planned have breakfast out, but by the time we dressed, Amanda had a pile of food waiting.

“I don’t know what guys like you eat, so I made a bit of everything.”

Beth was not pleased that Amanda was intruding again, but we sat, ate and talked.

They said they had been roommates since college. Sharing an apartment was the only way they could afford a place so close to downtown.

While we ate, Amanda flirted openly—leaning close and touching my arm, playing with her hair or casting seductive looks. Her short robe flashed her inner thigh when she leaned back and opened to reveal the side of a boob each time she leaned forward. It made me uncomfortable, and I caught Beth aiming harsh looks at her roommate.

Beth told Amanda about the idiot she punched at the pub the night before, and the guys who later tried to pick a fight with me on the street.

“I don’t get it,” said Amanda, “Jonas could have smashed those guys. Why run away?”

I explained my technique of confusing obnoxious drunks, and why I avoided fights.

“What a shame,” Amanda said, sitting back and stretching. The top of her robe spread wide, threatening to pop her boobs into the open. “I’d love to see you lay a beating on someone.”

“Seriously?” I said.

“It’s hot seeing guys do manly things.”

“Getting into ego-flapping brawls is the opposite of manly,” I said. “Come watch a rugby match. We get to be ‘manly’ without going to jail.”

Amanda took a bite of toast then said, “So... are you staying over again tonight, Jonas?”

Beth scowled. “Way to put him on the spot, Amanda. And yes, you’re going out so we’re planning to stay in.” She smiled. “There’s a movie I want to watch.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Just pick up your clothes this time. Not that I minded seeing Jonas naked.”

“Oh, right,” I said, remembering the night before. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know you’d come home.”

Amanda grinned. “Oh, I didn’t mind. It was nice seeing your dick again.”

Beth shushed her roommate then looked at me with embarrassment.

“Wait. What?” I said.

Amanda leaned back in her seat. “... though I’m miffed I’m so forgettable. You were pretty pickled at that party, though.”

“No, I remember you,” I said. “We talked, but that’s all. I was a little drunk.”

Amanda scoffed. “You were trashed, Jonas. But hilarious and charming. And drooling all over me... but in a good way. That’s why I let you drag me to one of the bedrooms.” She paused. “But you passed out just when I got your dick in my mouth.”

“What?” I said. “No! That’s terrible. I... I never... I mean... did you know about this, Beth?”

Amanda nudged her friend. “He’s blushing.”

Beth said, “Back then, Amanda only said she hooked up with some football player who fell asleep. We laughed. I didn’t know it was you. Not until she pointed you out at the pub that night I ran right into you. We weren’t going to mention it yet.” She glared at Amanda. “Right?”

“That’s not like me at all,” I said. “I guess I really was drunk.” I suppressed a smile. “I’m sorry for falling asleep on you, Amanda. Don’t feel bad... I’m sure it was the booze, not the blowjob.”

Beth nearly spat out her food. Amanda backhanded my arm. “You ass!”

We laughed. When Amanda got up to take my plate to the kitchen, she leaned close and whispered, “You can make it up to me later.”

~~~~

At rugby practice I was useless, distracted by thoughts of Beth and our night together. Then there was flirty Amanda. I remembered her being funny and sexy at that party and surprised because she was exactly the type who would never go for an ugly brute like me.

Brief flashes from that night came to me. Amanda laughing when she closed the bedroom door. Her breasts as she lolled naked on the bed beckoning me. The excitement when she took me in her mouth.

And Beth knew what happened and still slept with me?

My lack of focus pissed off my teammates. “Jonas, get your mind off pussy and concentrate on the drills. We’ve got a competition next week.”

~~~~

A match followed practice and I finally got my head into the game. When it was over I was surprised to see Beth and Amanda in the stands, leaning over the rails, hooting and waving.

When I walked over, Amanda said, “Those tackles were brutal, Jonas. You’re a beast.” She wet her lips and looked me up and down like she was about to leap over the rail and rip my clothes off.

Mopping away sweat and grime, I said, “We’re not trying to kill each other, despite what it looks like sometimes. There’s a saying: rugby is a beastly game played by gentlemen.”

“Well, beastly gentleman,” smiled Beth, “Get yourself cleaned up. Amanda has errands to do, and I’m taking you to lunch. My treat.”

~~~~

A small bistro was a few blocks away. Inside, Beth and I talked and joked. Having only met for real the night before, I expected awkwardness, embarrassment, even late regret. Instead, we were as comfortable as old friends. It helped that Beth was mesmerizing to watch—her face, hands and huge eyes telegraphing every emotion. How could she go through life being such an open book?

We were just finishing our meals when Beth flashed a serious look. “So, Amanda was flirting pretty hard this morning, huh?”

I feigned surprise. “Oh? I wasn’t sure. She was really subtle.”

“Oh, yeah,” Beth snorted, “subtle as a brick to the face. I told her to tone it down. She’s a little ticked you got together with me instead of her last night. She planned to take you back home from the pub. To finish what you two started.”

“Huh? She barely even said hello.”

“Well, she saw how well we were getting along. She’s a good friend. She knows it’s hard for me to find guys.”

“I can’t believe that, Beth. You’re wonderful. Beautiful.”

“Get real,” she said. “Guys want boobs and blonde hair. It happens all the time. I meet a guy, things seem to be going great, then they meet Amanda and forget all about me.”

“Ouch. Guys have done that to you?”

“Yeah. But Amanda mostly told them to get lost. And not just out of friendship. Why would anyone want a guy who’s that shallow?. Though one time...” Beth looked away. “Never mind.”

“What?” I said.

Beth opened her mouth, shut it, then scowled. “It was this guy in college. Tony. He was gorgeous. Funny. But like everyone, he was gaga over Amanda. She liked him okay, but nothing special. Anyway, he hit on her all through first year, then all through second, though he knew he had no chance. It became like a running joke with the three of us. One time, Amanda joked she’d sleep with him only if he slept with me first.”

I said, “Oh? And somehow the joke became real?”

Beth traced patterns on the table with her finger. “It was dumb. I was young, and I’d been hot for him for so long. At the end of our final year, we were drinking and maybe smoking a little and yeah... we all wound up in bed.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Not really. Embarrassing. Lots of elbows in faces. But later it was kind of sweet. But the thing is... he fucked Amanda first, then, well, I guess he got his infatuation out of his system. The rest of the night he focused on me. After, we even started going out. We were together until he moved away at the end of the summer.”

Beth flicked her eyes up briefly. She had never looked so vulnerable.

“I’ve never told anyone that. Makes me sound like some desperate slut.”

“It’s okay, Beth,” I said. “Everyone does crazy things sometimes.”

She looked up again. “Did you?”

“Uh, well, since we’re being open here... I slept with my best friend’s mom when I was eighteen.”

“Seriously?”

“Then later, his older sister. And then there was the time I...”

“Okay, okay, I get it! You win.”

“Naw,” I said, “a threesome beats anything I ever did. So now...”

“So now Amanda thinks the tables are turned. She wants you. Really wants you. And thinks I should share.” Beth paused. “Maybe I should.”

“What?” I said. “You want me to sleep with your roommate?”

Beth still avoided my eyes. “No. Not want. But maybe you need to get her out of your system too. Or maybe she’s who you really want. And if you two are going to wind up together, it’s better it happens now. It… it hurts too much when it happens later.”

I was quiet while I absorbed it all. I reached across and touched Beth’s hand. “I have no intention of sleeping with Amanda,” I said.

“But if I wasn’t around, you would, wouldn’t you? Just like at the party.”

The bitterness in her voice was heartbreaking.

I said, “Okay... Amanda’s pretty. So? Looking around this restaurant right now I see, like, eight really attractive women. Seven of them I have absolutely no interest in sleeping with.”

Beth ducked her head, furtively studying the women at the other tables. “So who’s the one you’d want to sleep with?” she whispered.

I squeezed her hand. “You.”

~~~~

The chilly September breeze was swirling leaves beside the building and down the sidewalk when we stepped outside. We were surprised to see it was getting dark. Had we really talked that long?

A group of three guys were just entering. It took a moment to recognize the taller one was the asshole Beth had punched at the pub the night before.

“I don’t believe it,” he said, “It’s that nasty little bitch from last night.”

“Hey,” I said, “watch your mouth, will you?”

He barely glanced at me. “Mind your business, buddy. This little cunt nearly broke my jaw.”

“And you didn’t deserve it?” Beth spat, clenching her fists.

I knew how to defuse these things: I’d use my de-escalation technique: apologize, appeal to fun, then baffle them with bullshit.

“Ok,” I said, “Let’s all calm down. Hey, buddy, do you know anywhere around here to—”

I felt a hand on my shoulder followed by a crashing jumble of stars. I was on the ground, disoriented and fuzzy: one of the creep’s friends had sucker-punched me.

By the time my senses cleared and I wobbled to my feet, the creep was laying on the sidewalk with Beth astride his chest, screaming curses and punching him hard in the face. He had one hand covering a bloody nose with other trying to fend off Beth’s blows.

His friends were moving towards her. I saw red, but dealt with them without hurting them too badly.

Beth squirmed and swore when I pulled her off the creep. He wasn’t howling and teary-eyed, so she probably hadn’t broken his nose. The other two were just dazed.

A crowd was gathering, their phone cameras aimed, slurping up video. Beth and I looked at each other, then fled.

~~~~

The adrenaline wore off about three blocks away. We leaned against an alley wall, breathing hard and laughing.

“We really have to work on your interpersonal skills,” I said, “but you’re right... it is more satisfying to just punch them. You okay?”

Beth nodded and grinned, then touched my reddened jaw. “Are you?” she asked.

“All except my pride. Been a while since someone decked me.”

“Poor baby. I’ll protect you better next time.”

~~~~

Amanda greeted us when we got back to Beth’s apartment. She was dressed for the dance clubs with a hip-hugging miniskirt and loose crop-top, her hair down in lovely loose tresses.

“You were supposed to be gone by now,” said Beth.

Amanda shoved her phone’s screen at us. “Congrats, you two. You’ve gone viral.”

We sat in the living room while Amanda showed clip after clip taken by passersby and through the window of the bistro.

Amanda narrated one supercut, “Jonas gets clobbered. And here the bastard grabs you, Beth. You boot him in the crotch... he doubles over... and wham! Knee right to the face. Beautiful.”

I was impressed. “Beth... that’s excellent technique.”

“I’ve had practice,” she said sourly.

Amanda pointed back to the screen. “And Jonas, you just... disposed of those two idiots. Like some wrestling move.”

I grimaced. “It wasn’t very fair, but they looked like they were going after Beth. It only knocked the wind out of them, I think.”

More videos appeared. Someone remixed clips from various angles into a montage with epic music, slow-motion replays, and cartoon sound effects. The number of likes climbed as we watched.

We scrolled through the videos and comments, amazed how much attention it was getting. Beth delighted to see praise of her with titles and comments like, “Tiny women represent,” “Small and mighty,” and her favorite comment: “Wonder Waif,” complete with an image of her face superimposed on a still from Wonder Woman.

While we watched, Amanda had at some point rested her hand on my thigh. She gasped when a low-motion remix focused on my actions appeared.

“That’s sooo hot,” she breathed. “I wish some guy would handle me like that.”

“You really want some guy shoving you around, pushing you into things?” I said.

“Well, not assholes like those creeps. But when it’s the right man...” Amanda raked her nails along my thigh. “it might be okay for them to... take what they want.”

Beth scoffed. “Guys always try to take what they want. That’s the problem.”

“No,” said Amanda, “the problem is the right guy never tries to. Only creeps.”

I threw my hands up. “How’s a guy supposed to know if he’s ‘right’ or a creep? Why can’t it just be mutual? And ‘Take what they want?’ That’s like caveman days.”

“You’re ‘the right guy’” she said, spearing me with a hungry stare as she wet her lips.

“So if I dragged you to the bedroom by the hair, or, I dunno... ordered you to show me your tits... you’d just do it?”

Amanda glanced at Beth, flashed a grin, then whipped off her top and bra and flung them to the floor.

Her medium-sized breasts stood proud, slightly pointy with an enticing upward curve and lovely nipples begging for an eager mouth. She had a tiny smile as I absorbed the vision of her luscious tits.

Beth was incredulous. “Dammit, Amanda... you have no shame.”

“What?” said Amanda, sitting up so her boobs stuck out, further entrancing my riveted eyes.

To Beth, she said, “Your turn. Aren’t you going to obey your man?”

“Fuck, no,” said Beth. “I don’t obey creeps OR cavemen. He’d have to make me.”

Beth’s expression was teasing, daring, and amused. When I grabbed for her, she leaped from the couch with a screech. I caught her halfway down the hall and dragging her back to the living room, shucked off her top. Beth was too small to need a bra.

I paused to admire her shallow mounds with oversized areolas and sensitive nipples. Having experienced nothing but massive, saggy boobs all my life, I found the sight entrancing.

“Cavemen don’t wear shirts either,” suggested Amanda, lifting her eyebrows.

I tugged off my shirt and struck a pose.

“Mmmm,” said Amanda, raking her eyes up and down. “So what now, mister caveman?” Her eyes sparkled.

I glanced at Beth. Were we doing this? Was this really okay? The lift of her eyebrows, a shrug, then a nod told me it was.

Tossing my chin at Amanda, I growled, “The rest. Off. Now.”

Amanda obediently stripped naked and stood with hands behind her, smirking. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide. The wispy patch of fur above her pussy revealed she was a natural blonde. She had a body meant for sin, with an attitude to match.

When I looked at Beth expectantly, she put her hands on her hips, stuck out her tongue and sneered. Again I had to tackle her, strip her, and pull her back as she squirmed and protested, laughing and swatting at me.

I stood Beth beside her friend, where she covered herself.

“Hands at your side,” I barked, getting into it. “I want to see. Now, spin. Show me all of you.”

Both turned. Beth’s tight round ass contrasted wonderfully with Amanda’s ample double-teardrop shape. Amanda flexed her bum, going up onto the balls of her feet, and smirked at me over her shoulder.

“You’re not going to... mate with us, are you, mister caveman?” she said in mock dread.

Beth was also looking at me. She tossed her eyes skyward then gestured towards her friend. “Just do it.”

I felt like The Hulk, shirtless with my pants painfully tight. I wanted to fuck the teasing, flirting, sexy Amanda—give her what she wanted. Even more, I wanted to make love to my beautiful feisty Beth.

Wait... my Beth? We had only just met. She wasn’t mine. How could I even think that? And if I wasn’t careful in this situation, she never would be.

Suddenly Beth was kneeling before me, undoing my pants.

“Mr. Caveman looks troubled. It’s okay. Let me help you out of these clothes.” She winked. “After all, you’re used to wearing animal skins, right?”

Beth pulled my pants and underwear off, my dick springing into her face. She furrowed her brow. “Maybe it’s Amanda’s turn to say hello to this fellow, seeing how she wants it so bad.”

Beth stood and pushed Amanda towards me.

Amanda’s eyes were wide. “God, Beth... he’s fucking huge.”

“You saw him before.”

“It was dark. And he was only half hard. How on earth did you two ever...”

Beth put my hand behind Amanda’s neck and together we forced her to her knees.

“Pleasure me, woman,” I boomed, trying not to laugh.

Amanda’s chuckle was cut short when Beth forced her forward towards my dick. Amanda was apprehensive, then dutifully opened to take me into her mouth. She could take more of me than Beth, but it was still a struggle.

I tightened a fist through her hair to guide her further down onto me, careful not to gag her.

Beth got on her knees beside her friend as she tried to fit me in her mouth.

“Having trouble, Amanda? You wanted this, remember. Wait until he comes. He comes buckets. He comes like a man. He comes like a freight train.”

I reveled in the sensations as Amanda looked up, eyes half-filled with amusement, half-filled with fear, doing her best to please me. She sucked and licked, one hand fondling my balls. She was skilled... obviously practiced, but a blowjob wasn’t what I really wanted.

I let her continue for a moment longer before pulling her off my dick. She looked up as though fearful she had done something wrong.

“That pleased me, woman,” I growled, pulling her to her feet. “Now I fuck you.”

Amanda swallowed nervously, then looked at my dick, red and throbbing, gleaming from her saliva. She started to say something, then turned and bolted down the hall towards her bedroom.

She tried closing her door, but I burst in. She screeched when I grabbed her then flung her onto her double bed. Beth appeared in the doorway, smirking, then helped me pin down her thrashing, giggling roommate.

“Unhand me, brute! You’re too big. Let me just blow you again.”

Beth held Amanda’s arms and helped roll her onto her back while I positioned myself on top of her and pushed her legs apart.

“You baby,” said Beth. “If I can take him, you can too.”

Amanda stared at my dick, massive, poised and ready. She looked at me, then at Beth, then after a moment of hesitation, she freed her hand and began rubbing me along her sopping folds.

I looked at Beth. She nodded.

Amanda gasped when I popped the head of my dick past the snug ring of her entrance and held still. She looked from me to where we joined, then grabbed my biceps and moved her hips up slightly, pushing me deeper.

“Holy fuuuck...” she breathed as I worked in and out of her, feeling her tightness, getting her ready. Amanda was not as painfully tight as Beth, but it was still a struggle to work into her.

“Gah! Oh, fuck! Uuuugh,” she exclaimed each time I slid a fraction deeper. I waited until she signaled before pushing in more. Beth lay on the bed beside us to stroke Amanda’s hair. She whispered something in her friend's ear that I couldn’t make out but that seemed to excite Amanda.

After many yelps and curses, finally I was buried as deep as possible inside Amanda, the lips of her opening stretched obscenely wide, the head of my dick rubbing her cervix, still seeking to sink deeper.

Amanda reminded me of another friend I had fucked. Also impressed by my size, she begged and teased until we spent one night together. Though we were friends, we had no deeper connection. The next morning she hobbled home, sore and disappointed that the sex, epic though it was, had led to less between us instead of more.

Returning to the present, I found Amanda looking at me, mouth slack, eyes lidded. She pushed back, and we began to fuck.

Beth watched as I took her friend, her open face expressing fascination, lust and unease. She must have seen my expression too, because she smiled, eyes locked on mine and reached to push on my ass, encouraging me deeper into her friend.

Amanda was fantastic. She whimpered. She grunted. She drooled. She took everything I gave her. When the urge to come rose, I stopped, holding myself deep in her overstretched pussy.

Confused, Amanda breathed, “What?”

“Cavemen don’t fuck like this.”

Withdrawing, I rolled her over and pulled her ass up. Amanda got the picture and lowered her head to the bed and waited obediently. She gave a satisfied sigh when I eased into her from behind.

Pushing her into the bed with one hand between her shoulder blades, the other grasping her hip, I admired the sight of her broad ass and tossing mane of blonde hair as I worked in and out of her. Amanda reached a hand to her clit as she let herself be taken.

Beth watched us intently, amused but hungry for her turn.

Again, I approached orgasm, made quicker by Amanda’s ecstatic gasping and grunting. I reached under her to massage one jiggling boob and leaned over to nip and lick at her neck and shoulders, growling and grunting like the brute she wanted me to be.

Amanda pushed back once, gave a strangled cry, then froze as orgasm swept through her. Her contractions threatened to set me off too, but I stayed in control.

Fucking Amanda was one thing, but coming in her seemed wrong, somehow. Like a betrayal. Beth’s face told me that somehow she understood. Smiling, she lay back and spread her arms, inviting me to take her.

Amanda groaned when I withdrew from her then folded sideways on her bed, flushed and breathing hard. Shuffling between Beth’s legs, I was too excited and sunk into her tiny body too far.

“Uhhhhgh!” she cried, her head rising and body stiffening. Horrified, I tried to withdraw, but Beth wrapped herself around me and said, “No! Fuck me. Come in me.”

I wanted to be gentle. I knew I was hurting her, but after being with Amanda and the excitement of once again being inside Beth, I lost control. I needed to take her. I needed to hear her moan. I needed to fill her with cum.

I needed her.

Beth must have still been sore from our night before, yet she took me without protest—panting, squirming, pushing back, eyes fixed on mine and hands on my ass to encourage me as I used her tiny body for my pleasure, lost in lust.

Amanda watched limply as I mated with her friend. Just before I came, Amanda got up to rest her head on my back between my shoulder blades, boobs pressed into me. She reached down to stroke her nails down my swinging balls. The unexpected sensation jolted me, causing me to jam myself hard into Beth and groan with mindless pleasure as I blasted torrents into her wonderful tight body.

~~~~

The three of us spent the rest of the night in Beth’s bed, but only after I dragged them there, 'ooking' and shambling like an Australopithecus while both laughed.

Beth held Amanda from behind while I slid down to lick her, eventually bringing her to a thrashing orgasm. We rested, Beth on one side of me, Amanda on the other, dozing until later when Amanda began stroking me. I took her again, carefully, just a slow, friendly fuck with her legs wrapped around me while Beth held her hand and stroked her hair.

When Beth saw I was approaching my limit, once again she lay back and pulled me onto her. She took me easier that time, then gazing at me, did her little trick again, squirming with determination until somehow she had all of me inside her. We mated, gently, lovingly, until I inseminated her once more.

After that, my universe contained only Beth. We stayed joined, me on her, or her laying on me, making love or just caressing, our bodies still joined.

Later in the night, Amanda kissed my cheek then whispered, “Don’t you dare break her heart,” before slipping out to her bedroom.

Beth and I slept entwined, exhausted but still eager for each other, body and soul.