The last thing I expected to see when I got home was my girlfriend naked on our bed, her legs spread wide, her own tits in her hands and her fingers pinching her nipples. The most surprising part of it, though, was that face down in her crotch was a guy that wasn’t me.
He was eating her madly, his hands under her ass, holding her to him.
His jaw worked strong and fast. His tongue flicked and flopped and fucked her. She coiled and stretched under him, moaning sounds, but not words. She also had her eyes open and was looking right at me. I wanted to think anything else, but I couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful as she curled her bottom lip inward and bit on it gently as another moan escaped her.
There was music playing. It reminded me of that Bjork crap, but this was more soothing. And loud. It was why the guy still didn’t know I was there.
I might have grabbed him right then; choked him, punched him, and threw him out on his naked ass. But then there was something else I didn’t expect to see: boxes. The bedroom was emptier than when I’d left it. My stuff was gone. In the boxes. She was kicking me out.
I deserved this, and I was actually surprised it had taken her this long to get around to throwing me out. I’d cheated on her with her best friend. The worst part was that she’d watched me do it, watched me do all the things to her friend that she would never let me do to her. And it wasn’t because she refused to do those things, but because she wanted to save things like that for when we were married, so we’d still have surprises to look forward to. Eva–that’s her name–she considered that “quality”. I was more for the quantity, and occasionally reduced myself to begging for those things. When I cheated, I just kind of snapped and went all out.
Well, it didn’t look like that was going to be an issue anymore.
Eva stopped moaning and made a look like she was going to say something to me, but I guess she couldn’t think of what to say. Then she nodded toward me. Toward my hand. I looked down, forgot I was holding my cell phone. I looked back at her, saw her reach under the pillow, grab her own phone, and push a button.
My phone vibrated. Text message. Something she’d obviously already written, and was just waiting for me to get home to send it so she could see the look on my face when I read it, no doubt.
Eva went back to moaning, and the guy slurped away at her pussy. Besides wanting to kill him, I envied him. Here I was, about to get a Dear John letter, while he was getting a taste of the hottest pussy on the planet. I recalled having cum several times just from the pleasure of eating Eva out. From what I could see poking beyond his thigh, the guy was at least halfway there himself.
I opened my phone and the message.
‘Don’t blame him,’ read the first sentence. I remembered “him” then, Patrick, I think, from her work. I’d met him once briefly.
‘U know what this is,’ read the next line. ‘Do I?’ I thought, and looked to her with that question in my eyes. She just stared back, until Patrick took a moment to breathe and began kissing up her left thigh. It gave me a glimpse of that favorite spot of mine. Her pussy lips were puffy, swollen, glistening with saliva. She’d shaved herself bare. I’d never seen her that way before.
I knew her message meant it was over between us, and that she was moving on in a big way. But we had been together for three years. I felt I was owed a more sophisticated break up than this, even if I had cheated first. But still I read on.
‘U know what I want. U can stop this anytime.’
I wasn’t getting it. And with that bare pussy of hers still on full display, it was all I could do to keep looking her in the eye when I wasn’t reading the message.
‘I think it’s a little late to stop anything, don’t you?’ I thought angrily, wishing she could read my thoughts. I hated that I was being quiet about this. But she’d gone to these lengths to make sure I didn’t disturb Patrick, and I was still so shocked by it all that I just took what she gave me. I had to admit, it worked. I’d been in the presence of this guy eating out my girl for over a minute now and I hadn’t punched him out. He didn’t even know I was there.
‘I’m fucking Patrick regardless,’ the message continued. ‘But you can stop me from throwing U out.’
Eye for an eye, I thought. And what was I supposed to do to keep from getting thrown out? I had cheated on her, and now she was cheating on me. Sure, I did it first, but I hadn’t planned on doing it, and I’d been drinking. She was sober and, if they had just started, she obviously had planned this so I would be home in time to see everything. We should be squared.
And then I knew what Eva wanted.
‘Oh, Eva you can’t be serious,’ I thought. My face communicated this as best it could.
She looked back with a look that said, ‘Yes, I am’.
I shook my head. No way. I knew why we weren’t even. I had cheated, and now so was she. Eye for an eye. But I had also done things during my brief affair that Eva had always said no to. I had fulfilled my greatest fantasies with someone other than her, and that had meant a lot to her.
But Eva had some fantasies of her own. And one in particular she had actually begged me to do, though I always refused. The idea of it got her so hot that a few times she even talked about it while I was fucking her.
That had to be it. Given the seriousness of the situation, there was nothing else.
I never would have considered it for anyone else, but Eva was something special. Besides our wonderful time together, Eva was the most beautiful woman I knew. Her mixed heritage gave her slender body a bronze color, and her long, red hair was almost the same hue. She had big, exotic blue eyes, and the sexiest smile on Earth. Her breasts were nice, barely Cs, and so perky they swooped up at the ends. Her legs were long, and, though 27 years old, she had the same perfect ass she’d had when she was a teenager, years before we got together. Though I had my pick of women, I felt lucky to be with her. And if I had to do something like what she was suggesting to stay with her, well…
I sighed as I began to undress, and for the first time I felt the heat and humidity coming from the adjoining bathroom. The lights and shower were off, but they had been on. So Eva and Patrick had showered together. I wondered what they had done in there. Had they already fucked? Looking at her, Eva’s hair was still wet, but her skin was dry, which meant they’d been out of the shower for a good amount of time, but not long enough for either of them to have worked up a sweat.
But then I knew they hadn’t fucked. Eva had planned this, and that would’ve ruined her plot.
The sun was out, but with the shades shut, it was dark in the room. My shadows were slight, and didn’t tip off Patrick, who had his face buried in my girlfriend’s crotch again. I stripped naked, trying to concentrate on being angry rather than think about what was happening, though I was shaking anyway. And to say my stomach was queasy was a tragic understatement. I climbed slowly on the bed, and as I did, Eva put her hands on Patrick’s temples, blinding him in case he opened his eyes. She led his face off of her.
“I want to suck you,” she said softly but loud enough for him to hear over the music. “But keep your eyes closed. I want you to picture your big cock going inside me. Now lay back.”
Patrick obeyed without suspecting a thing. Eva sat up as he went onto his back, and I crawled across the bed at the same time to mask my movements. Eva crawled on top of him, laid her body on his, and kissed him deep. I sat right next to them, my breathing ragged, my mind telling me that I couldn’t do this, but my body willing, so far. I hoped Patrick would open his eyes and see me, freak out, and I’d be off the hook, at least for the moment. But I wasn’t that lucky.
Eva reached under herself and grabbed Patrick’s dick, pumping it as she kissed him and licked his ear.
“How badly do you want to fuck me?” she whispered.
“Do you want me to blow you?”
A breathy “yes”.
“Are you gonna cum in my mouth?”
“…Or all over my face?”
“Oh God! On your face! Yes!”
Eva was jerking him the whole time, but she might as well have been jerking me. Taking a load in the mouth or on the face was a couple of the things she never let me do. It was hot, despite the circumstances, that she was suddenly willing. I was growing hard in spite of my impending task.
“You better last,” she said, at last slipping away from his face, kissing his chest. “Or I won’t let you do either.”
A fretful nod, then a gasped “okay”.
Eva let go of his cock, but continued to kiss down his stomach. She grabbed his hands and pushed them up by his head.
“And no touching,” she said. “Or I’ll stop.”
He nodded. Swallowed hard.
Between kisses, Eva looked over at me; my cue. I had to think real hard and real fast about whether she was worth it. Honestly, I didn’t want her to be. I wanted to tell her to fuck herself, or to fuck Patrick cause I didn’t care, and to make sure she sent my stuff express. But if there was a chance to stay with her, I had to take it.
She said a few last words to Patrick. “And remember, keep those eyes shut…or this is all over.”
Well, she was right about that.
With Patrick controlled, now Eva turned her attention to me. Obviously she had to get me started. I wasn’t about to just dive in on my own. She grabbed Patrick’s legs and pushed them up until he was almost bent in half. His big balls hung so far that they rested on the bed. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind by moving his legs up like that, but then I realized it would be easier for us to stealthily switch positions by going under rather than over his legs, where he might feel us and notice a second presence. I scooted closer to her, was wondering why she didn’t move away, and then realized she wanted to be here, close to the action. She put her hand on the back of my head and gently led me down.
On the way, she whispered into my ear so softly I could barely hear her.
“Make it hot, or you’re out. Very, very hot.”
She led me the rest of the way down until my nose was inches from Patrick’s ball sack. He’d kept his legs in the air, but now they were wavering, tired. Besides making it hot, I also knew I was obligated to ensure Patrick didn’t find out what was happening. So I couldn’t just pull his legs back down around us. From his perspective, his legs had been put up that way for a reason, presumably for better access to those big, hanging balls. At least, that’s what I would’ve assumed had I been in his position. So I had my target.
I was ready to move forward and do it. But my body wouldn’t go. With this being such a big fantasy for Eva, I admit I had occasionally considered if I was able to fulfill it for her. But in my considerations, the answer always came back as big NO. Yet here I was, on the verge.
Suddenly Eva was over my shoulder, moving past me, then pushing her face into Patrick’s balls. She sucked them right into her mouth, and he was moaning instantly.
I wondered if she had had a change of heart, or maybe she saw that I was going to do it, and that was good enough for her.
Or, more likely, she knew Patrick was getting suspicious with all this downtime and needed to step in before he looked to see what was wrong.
Eva sucked his balls fast, making wet squishing noises as she lathered them in her mouth. Then she released them, and they plopped out dripping wet. She moved up to suck the tip of his knob. Her saliva was dripping down quickly, thoroughly coating his length. And as I watched, I remembered back to how she had last described this fantasy while I fucked her…
I had been on top, but she was somehow doing most of the work. She had wrapped her arms and legs around me so tight I couldn’t have pried her off with a crowbar. I barely had enough room to thrust at all. She kissed me hard, deep.
“I want you to suck a cock for me,” she said between gasps. It was the same thing every time she started. “A straight guy’s big cock. I want you to seduce him. Make sure he doesn’t leave. Make him want it. Make him beg for it. And I want you to beg for it, too. I want to hear my big man begging to suck cock.”
She kissed me again, long and hard, rocking against me the whole time.
“I want you to tease him at first. Suck his balls. Get ’em real wet. Then lick his big dick. It’ll be so big and hard and veiny. Lick it just how you like to be licked. And suck on it. Hard, baby. Suck it hard for me, baby. Suck him until he fucks your mouth. Until he fucks your throat. And if he doesn’t do it, you’ll fuck your throat on him.”
Still humping against me, somehow she grips me tighter with all four limbs. If I had thought about actually doing these things as she described them, I’d go soft. It happened. So I got used to hearing it, ignoring certain words, and imagining her doing those things to me. And the resulting sex was wonderful. Still, despite my defenses, I wonder how much of what she described entered my subconscious.
“And you’ll love it,” she’d continue. “I want to hear you love it. Sucking that big man. My big, strong man sucking a dick. Putting your whole body into it, just like you tell me. And moaning on it, just like you like it. You’ll take him deep, but when you’re not taking him deep you’ll jerk the rest of him with your hand. And you’ll play with his balls. And you’ll make him cum, baby. Not until after a long time of sucking. But you’ll make him cum. And you’ll swallow it. Swallow all of it right down, moaning like a little slut. Jerking off a big dick right into your mouth. My big man swallowing hot cum for me. Hot, sticky cum. Hot, white jizz . . .”
And that was when she came. When she always came. They were the longest, hardest, wildest orgasms she ever had.
And as I saw Eva pull her lips off Patrick’s dick, leaving it hard, throbbing, and coated in her spit, I realized that those were the best orgasms I ever had, too. I always attributed that to her physical reaction. But now, looking at this guy’s big, wet cock, I knew her words had gotten to me. Her fantasy had snuck into my mind. I wasn’t exactly captivated. But I was intrigued. And I knew I could do it.
I grabbed a hold of Patrick’s wet shaft, then ducked under and placed my tongue against this other man’s ball sack. It was warm and still wet. Like Eva, he seemed to be freshly shaven down there, and though I had no experience otherwise, I knew I preferred it that way. I curled my tongue under his heavy testicles and cupped them, bringing them into my open mouth, then closing my lips around him. And I sucked.
My God, I thought. I was sucking another man’s balls. Even more amazing then that was I already felt horny doing it. I wasn’t about to dive in, but I was getting hard fast, and my mouth was working without my brain telling it to. I sucked the sack tight, then tumbled the testicles with my tongue. It reminded me of sucking on a jaw breaker, not in the hardness, but in the way I sucked as if I was getting candy flavor off.
“Oh, Jesus,” Patrick moaned.
The reality of that should have given me pause, but instead I let escape a little moan of my own. I began slowly stroking his slippery cock with my hand as I continued to suck and tongue his balls. And then I felt a hand on my cock. Eva had found my erection, and had begun to stroke me. She put her other hand on the back of my head, guiding me up until Patrick’s balls plopped out from my lips just like she had done. They slapped wetly against his ass.
I moved my hand from his dick, knowing what to do, but letting Eva guide me anyway. I licked the shaft where my hand had been, working my way up, licking the whole way, like it was a big, fleshy lollipop. When I got to the top, I lapped at the sensitive underside just below his head, giving it long, hard strokes like I was eating an ice cream cone. And that wasn’t too outrageous an analogy, because Patrick was already so excited he leaked creamy pre-cum like a trickling faucet. The taste was strong, heady, thick, and definitely masculine. But the more I tasted the harder and faster I licked.
Patrick was really groaning now, tossing his head from side to side, wriggling his hips, and then thrusting them, gently, to meet my tongue strokes. Eva kept pumping me, and my balls swung back and forth, slapping against the back of her hand. It was then that I realized that she was moaning, too–too quiet for Patrick to hear–and it didn’t seem as though she was faking. She was really getting off on this!
It was one of her sexy, feminine moans that put me over the edge, and I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of a man’s hard, pulsing cock.
No sooner had I tightened my lips around him when Eva spoke so loud I almost jumped.
“Patrick, open up!”
Patrick opened his eyes and looked down before I could even realize what Eva had said. He looked at me in horror, then at Eva, then back at me. He tried to sit up but his hands slipped on the bed. I knew I couldn’t let him go because it dawned on me at that second that I had overlooked a very important part of Eva’s fantasy: seduction. She wanted me to seduce him, and to do that, he had to know it was me blowing him.
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed. “Eva! Shit!”
I grabbed his hip with one hand and his chest with another, holding him down. I had to stop sucking to talk, but I kept my face against him, my lips rubbing his shaft as I spoke.
“Just let me,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “Take it easy. I’m just going to suck you.” I couldn’t believe my own words.
“The fuck you are!” he said, and he grabbed for my head to pull me off.
I knew if he pulled me away, there would be no getting back. I had no chance of convincing this guy to let me blow him. If I was in his position, I’d be the same way: freaked out and ready to grab my clothes and dress on my way out the door. So I did the only thing I knew would stop him.
I took him deep in my mouth, and sucked hard and fast.
Though I’d already tasted him, already had my lips around him, this time it was tougher. Another guy–a straight guy–now knew what I was doing. It was humiliating, and I was angry again for being put in this situation, even if it was indirectly my fault. Sucking Patrick while he was unaware was one thing. But doing it when he knew it was me was something else. I had to really push myself, and in doing that I moaned and growled on his cock, pumping myself up as if I was about to hit the football field in the final seconds of the last quarter.
I was the loudest person in the room as I sucked Patrick with an energy that surprised even me. My growling came from deep within, and I was bobbing on him with such hard strokes that his cock head met my noises right there in my throat. I fucked my face against him, my hands holding his body, my fingers tightening on him as his muscles tightened under me. I was all determination, forgetting, briefly, what it was I was really doing.
I felt his hands on my head, strong and tight at first, pulling at me, but then just holding me.
“Oh God…Oh God!” he groaned.
His breathing came so hard and fast he sounded like he was hyperventilating and I knew I got that way moments before I came. But Eva’s fantasy was for me to suck for a long time. I’d only been doing it a couple minutes. I couldn’t let him cum yet, or this would have all been for nothing.
I stopped sucking and pulled off of him. I wanted to look up to him and ask if he was cumming, because I would’ve squeezed his balls to try and hold him off if he was, but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye. I grabbed his dick, holding it but not stroking, and kissed and lick his inner thigh, buying time until I could come up with something to say.
“I can’t do this,” he said between gasps. “Eva, I’m not gay.” He sounded less angry now, but no less afraid. He started to scoot out from under me.
I tried to catch his balls again, but he pulled away just I put my lips to them. I grabbed at his thighs, but he was rolling off the bed. And then he was on the other side of the room, grabbing his clothes from the floor. I looked to Eva, wanting her to tell me that I did my best and we were okay again, but she shook her head. I wasn’t anywhere near finished.
I started to get off the bed.
“Just stay there!” Patrick said, and he meant it. I was at risk of scaring him away, and the way Eva tugged my cock to keep me beside her told me she feared this, too.
So I was going to have to beg. Another part of her fantasy.
“Please let me suck you,” I said, desperation in my voice. “I’m not gay either. But I need to suck your dick. And I promise you it will be the best, longest blowjob of your life. And when I’m done, you can fuck my girlfriend. She’ll suck you, too. And you can cum in her mouth, just like she promised. You can have her all night. Just please give me your cock.”
He muttered something sarcastically about me not being gay. He wasn’t going for it.
“You know that felt good,” I said. “The only reason you didn’t cum was because I stopped sucking.”
That stopped him. I wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be paused, so I kept going.
“I’m not kidding when I say I’ll suck you for as long as you want. All I want is your cum. I have to fulfill a fantasy.”
He seemed to consider this. I knew I had his attention. Despite his attempt to leave, his dick was still hard from my sucking. I wondered if he had figured out that Eva was making me do this.
“No one has to know,” I said. “I don’t want this to get out any more than you do.”
“If I’m going to let you blow me,” he replied, “you’re not getting my cum. I’m going to do it on her face.”
A glimmer of hope. I looked to Eva to see if she accepted. Her eyes said no. A big part of her fantasy was having me take the cum. But Patrick didn’t know that.
“Okay,” I lied.
There was a long moment of silence. I was waiting for him to come back on the bed, but he didn’t move. So I slowly got off the bed and moved to him. Eva let my cock go, but followed me. I went down on my knees before Patrick, my body shaking. Eva kept her hands on my back or hips, letting me know she was there, watching.
Having done so much already, I wasn’t put off by the physical aspect of taking Patrick’s cock in my mouth again. But I was still scared. To do this to a gay guy would’ve been one thing. He would have understood. But having the eyes of a fellow heterosexual burning into me was hard to take. I had to take long, deep breaths as I gently grasped his balls, then moved forward.
He was still hard, but not fully hard, and so I placed my tongue under his tip to bring him back soothingly. I opened my mouth to take him in deep again.
Eva whispered in my ear, stopping me. “Keep talking. Tell him how much you want it.”
“God, you’re so big,” I said, just trying to say things I liked to hear when a woman went down on me. “Your cock tastes so fucking good. So big and hard. And your balls…” I ducked down under him and took his big, heavy testicles in my mouth and moaned for a long time.
It was then that something started to overtake me. Eva had helped get me started, but my own vocal charade was actually getting me hot. I found myself buying into my own false words. I wouldn’t say I suddenly craved cock, but I felt comfortable with it in my mouth, as well as with the knowledge of what I needed to do with it.
When I released him, gasping for breath, I kept talking. “I want to feel you all over my face.” And when I licked him and pushed my face against him, my own dick grew very erect as I felt his hard, wet member near me like that. And I realized it was because I knew his erection was genuinely for me. Before, he’d thought I was Eva. But now he was hard for my mouth. He wanted me, not her, to suck him, and even if his head wasn’t in it, his body definitely was.
I kept my face pressed against him, pinning his prick between me and his abdomen. I reached around and clutched his ass. And my tongue kept licking at him. Gradually I moved away, allowing for longer licks over his entire length, lapping up more of that pre-cum.
“Remember,” Eva said, reminding me that she was still there. “He has to beg for you, too.”
Somehow I knew just what to do.
I concentrated on licking his head and only his head, twirling my tongue around it every which way. I didn’t hold his cock, either, so it bobbed away from my movements, making it, I knew from experience, very hot but very frustrating. It was sporadic pleasure. Whenever Eva did this to me, I always found myself begging eventually.
Patrick started softly moaning, then gently thrusting toward my face, trying to get me to take him into my mouth. But I kept teasing him, breaking up my knob-licking only by occasionally rubbing against him with my face.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
A pause, and then, “Yes.”
“God, I love this cock,” I said, nibbling the tip with just my lips.
He groaned. Then, “Oh, come on…”
” ‘Come on’ what?”
Another long pause. “Will you really suck me for as long as I want?”
“Until you can’t take it anymore.”
He took a deep breath. I couldn’t see him, but I could tell he’d craned his head back, closed his eyes. It was one of those moments.
“Then suck me,” he said, barely a whisper.
And for the first time I realized Eva’s music had stopped. The only sounds were me and Patrick’s heavy breathing, and what sounded like Eva working a finger in and out of her cunt.
“What do you want?” I asked, continuing to tease him. I probed the tip of my tongue in the little hole at his tip.
“Just start sucking me,” he said, more firm. I was about to give up on him going for it, but then, just I licked at his underside below his head, Patrick finally went all in. “Suck my dick. Suck it.”
I did, and I was amazed at feeling relief when my lips wrapped around him. I had him, and he had me. But still I pulled off.
“Please,” I said to him.
“Please suck my dick,” he said, getting my message. “Please suck me. Oh yeah. Just like that. Fuck.”
I heard Eva panting louder now, and breathing faster. He fingers made rapid, wet noises as they gushed into her pussy. I knew she was going to climax.
“Keep talking,” I said, knowing hearing him beg for me was getting her the hottest right now.
“Please suck me.” Deep breathing. “Fuck me with your mouth.” Deeper still. “I want to feel my cock down your throat.”
I sucked harder and faster.
“Don’t make me cum,” he warned. “I want you to…oh God…I want you to suck me all night.”
It was Eva, and her words were followed by her screaming as she fingered herself to orgasm. Her body snapped and bucked beside me. She grabbed me with her free arm and collapsed against my back, calling out the whole time, shaking violently all over. After several minutes she was still trembling and leaning on me for support, but she found enough control to reach around me and grab my cock again, stroking the rigid length.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice weak. So beautiful. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
And I didn’t. I was sucking that dick good and long, never settling into a method for too long before switching up with some new, on-the-fly technique. I throated Patrick, taking him a little at a time until I was gagging on his whole length. But the most amazing was how I got so into it that I started sucking fast and hard without telling myself to. Three times Patrick had to grab my head and tell me to slow down because he didn’t want to cum yet.
“Oh fuck,” I said once, taking the time to stop sucking so I could say it, but not doing it to fulfill Eva’s wishes, or even as a response to her jerking me. I said it because I was just that amazed and that horny having a dick between my lips.
Below, I felt Eva move into position, then begin to lick my shaft…then suck it. Soon I was pumping against her mouth, inadvertently matching my hip thrusts with my head bobbing. Eva sucked faster, though, and so I thrust faster. She stopped to suck my balls, then went under me, kissed my perineum, tongued my anus. My anus! Jesus! It was one of my unrealized fantasies, one I hadn’t even told her about because me licking her in that spot was an even bigger fantasy of mine. And it was one she’d never let me do. But now that she was doing it to me, it seemed like I would finally get the chance.
In the meantime, my head was spinning from the pleasure of her little tongue darting across and swirling around my asshole. I spread my legs, sitting myself on her, my mouth sucking cock on automatic as I imagined how great it would be when I finally got to put my mouth on Eva’s ass like this. I called out how great it felt, her tonguing me there, but with the dick in my mouth, my words were garbled. Eva kept it up, though, and then started to give me a hand-job in addition.
I moaned onto Patrick’s dick as I bobbed faster and harder.
“Oh my God,” he moaned. “God, that’s fucking good. Yes…yes! Oh shit, just like that!”
Below, Eva moaned as she puckered her lips and kissed my anus, then gave it a long, broad lick with her tongue.
This was all I could take. I began sucking harder as I bucked against her hand, and she knew right away there was no stopping me. Eva jerked me off, assaulting my anus with her tongue as I cried out around the dick in my mouth. Then, just as my cum was shooting up inside me, Eva pulled back, put her face in the way, and closed her mouth and her eyes just in time. Still sucking, I turned my head so I could watch what was about to happen with one eye.
I blasted her with cum, hitting her directly in the nose, but each successive spurt helped to splash and cover the rest of Eva’s face. In just seconds she had been thoroughly creamed, a shifting, dripping white mask of sperm disguising her completely. Her closed eyes were pools of jizz. Streams ran down her face and into her hair or down her chin to her neck.
When she opened her mouth, cum spilled in over her lips, and she called out with such enthusiasm she might have been in orgasm. “Oh shit! Fuck! Justin…my God!”
I expected her to leave right away to clean up, but instead Eva stayed, continuing to stroke my slowly deflating dick.
“Look at me, Justin,” she said. “Look at all this shit my face. God, you came all over me. Oh my God, it’s so hot, baby. Look at this shit!”
That was just too much for me. I loved her and wanted her so much right then that I risked breaking the deal and abandoned Patrick’s cock. I dropped down onto Eva, kissing her hard on the mouth, mashing my face in the mess of cum and tasting myself as Eva kissed me back. Below, I rubbed my semi-hard dick against her wet pussy, and she spread her legs, ready for whatever came next.
“Where’s your cock, baby?” she asked. “You’re supposed to be sucking Patrick’s cum for me, not yours.”
I didn’t ignore Patrick for long, though. I had kept my hand on his dick when I dove in to kiss Eva, and I pulled him down until he was sitting just above her cum-coated face. I took him back in my mouth, my lips smeared and my chin dripping with my own cum. Patrick swore and begged some more as my mouth lubed him up with my jizz, leaving his cock frothy with the white shit. He squatted until his balls rested against Eva’s slimy forehead, but that wasn’t enough for her. After she sucked my chin clean of cum, Eva ducked below Patrick and started to tongue his anus. He immediately started to thrust into my mouth like never before.
And with that, like never before, I wanted and needed that cock. Needed to use my whole body, like Eva had wanted. I blew him with greater passion and urgency than ever.
“I want you to cum,” I said between gulps of his meaty flesh. “Give me your cum.”
Patrick pulled at me, but never said no. And then he was pulling me to him, fucking my face against him.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”
“Yes! Cum for me! Give me that shit!” I demanded, my words garbled by the cock between my lips.
I meant what I said only in the way I said it. I was actually quite afraid of getting a mouthful of sperm, despite how hot sucking that cock was getting me. But I knew it was what Eva wanted to hear, and I had to say something to explain my feverish sucking.
Patrick felt the same way, I guess, because at the last second, he tried to pull his dick from my mouth as he called for Eva.
“Get up here! I’m cumming!”
“No!” I growled, knowing Eva wanted me to take Patrick’s load. I grabbed him and stuffed him back toward my mouth. “Eva! Watch me take his cum!”
He blasted a string of jizz across my face just as Eva scrambled from underneath him. My mouth was open, but our combined aim was everywhere, and cum splattered not just me, but even rained down on Eva as she watched me, her big man, take a sizeable load of cum in the face.
Knowing her fantasy was more about me swallowing cum, I wrapped my lips back around Patrick’s still pumping and spewing cock. The sensation was an instant, immediate heat that swirled on my tongue and streaked across the roof of my mouth. I groaned, but Patrick was louder, swearing, and then just groaning as I took more and more. He thrust against my face, and I put my hands on his ass to urge him on.
Eva climaxed again, screamed louder than before.
“Oh my God!” she called out. “Oh my God, baby!” Her voice cracked. She was crying with happiness and excitement. She kissed my cheek, no doubt to feel Patrick’s dick as it pumped on the other side. Her body thrashed under me, and somehow she managed to grab my dick and stuff it into her sopping pussy. I fucked her as she came, but most of my concentration was on Patrick’s spewing penis.
I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t think the cum was going to be as thick as it was. Swallowing it all the way down my throat was harder than I imagined. But I did swallow, and I kept swallowing until Patrick finally stopped shooting. Even as I tried to swallow my last mouthful, I pulled off of him and turned to kiss Eva. When I opened my mouth, I gagged, and that last big wad of his spunk spilled out and into her mouth. I kissed her deeply, tasting him and her and even me, but mostly driven by how hot what I had just done had gotten both of us. Eva was still in orgasm throughout the kiss.
I continued to fuck her, kissing her the whole time. Her body was still shaking. Every now and then she’d managed to get out another “Oh my God, baby!”
“I can’t believe you did that for me,” she said, tears in her eyes mixing with the cum pooling around them.
“I’ll do more than that,” I said, and I began to lick her face clean, letting Patrick’s cum drip off me, onto her, mix with my own jizz, and slurping up all of it. She moaned with more excitement as I cleaned her face of our cum than she did whenever I ate her out. She was completely floored that I was doing this, and I knew nothing would ever get her this hot again.
“This cum tastes so good, Eva,” I said when it was all gone.
“Oh shit…Eat that cum, baby.”
“That cock felt so good in my mouth.”
“Justin…God,” she said, and then she kissed me.
We soon got up to find Patrick sitting on the bed, watching us, his big dick in his hand, though it was still limp.
“I didn’t want to cum yet, man,” he said to me.
“You want me to suck you again?” I asked with a semi-sarcastic tone. I was surprised to find myself a little disappointed when he said no, but also very relieved.
“I want Eva to,” he said.
I led her to him, and he scooted to the edge of the chair. When I got close, I couldn’t help it and grabbed his soft dick and stroked it.
“Mmm…yeah,” Eva whispered as she eyed my hand on the other man.
Patrick might not have wanted me to touch him anymore, but his body did, because he started to grow right away. But I relinquished his cock to my girlfriend, because it wasn’t for me–now it was all hers.
She started slow, but didn’t do much teasing. I guess her mind was too occupied. But soon Patrick was hard again, and she was bobbing away. Cum remnants from both Patrick and I still dripped down her face.
I crawled behind her, slipped my dick in her pussy doggie-style, and resumed fucking her. Her pussy clenched me so tight I already knew I wouldn’t last long. I squeezed her cheeks together and admired her perfect, bubbly ass as I groaned and pumped her cunt.
I looked at Patrick, wondering if he wanted me to leave. He seemed to be uncomfortable despite the great head he was getting, and I was about to ask him if I could cum in her before I left them alone when he said something I never expected.
“Was it really that good?”
I nodded. “I don’t know if I’d make a habit of it, but once I got started, it was hard to stop. And the cum actually doesn’t taste too bad.”
“That was really your first time? You’re not gay?”
“You saw how hot it got her,” I said, reaching around and cupping Eva’s swaying tits. “I always told her it would never happen, but…” I had to stop to concentrate. I was too close to cumming again. God, fucking Eva got me hot. I was sweating and panting, my mouth watering as I looked down at her delicious ass. And now I had the added arousal of hearing her gulp this other guy’s cock, which she was doing quite loudly.
“You cheated on her,” Patrick said, bringing me back. “I know.”
We didn’t say anything for a while.
“Do you want me to do you?”
I couldn’t believe it. Either could Eva. She stopped sucking long enough to gasp out “Oh fuck! Oh, please yes! Fuck!” Her pussy clenched me so tight I expected to burst. Her body movements didn’t change, but suddenly she was shaking on the inside. “Please let him, Justin,” she begged, almost crying again. “Let him suck you!”
He looked right at me, as serious as could be. “Nobody will ever know, right?”