A Whole New World Ch. 03

----###----Fetish warning: Cum eating---###---

------JULIA------

My eyes crept open to our sunlit room and the sounds of birds chirping outside. I was laying on my side, naked, one breast spilling over Michaels chest as he held it with the hand of the arm he had wrapped around me.

I squinted at the daylight, struggling to keep my eyes open against the warm embrace of sleep, as I looked up at him.

Michael was out. His mouth hung slightly open as he lay there with a blissful look on his face, breathing slow and even breaths. He was so cute like this. So effortlessly sexy that even in his sleep, his limp touch on my breast radiated electricity.

I snuggled against his chest and considered just getting on top of him and letting him wake up inside of me. I even squirmed beneath his arm and lifted my leg to roll on top of him.

Then I felt it. My thighs stuck together and slowly pulled apart as I separated them. I noticed a distant pounding between my legs and a dull soreness. God what did I...?

The events of the previous night slammed back into me. The molly. Michael and I having incredible sex, followed by our journey to the living room where Michael revealed my breasts to everyone. Getting on my knees for Zach and Nathan. Swallowing Zach's load and Chris fucking my brain to mush before he filled my pussy. Taking Nathan's virginity, and letting him practice having sex a couple more times before the night was over. Being passed between my boyfriend and our friends for hours.

A weighty, sickening, guilt grew in my stomach alongside an undeniable arousal. Did I really fuck all of our friends last night? Well, except Zach. He only blew in my mouth and then went home.

Only?, Jesus Julia. Yeah you ONLY let Zach cum in your throat then run home to his girlfriend. Way to show some restraint. Christ.

How the fuck did this happen? Was it the molly? Did it make us act crazy and do bad things? Was it... not my fault?

An attractive thought. That this one night of obscene debauchery could be firmly compartmentalized like a bottle episode in a procedural TV show. Like I could cheat on the man I love with three of our friends, in front of him, and just go right back to normal. God, what would Michael think of me in the sober light of day?

I looked up to him again, sleeping peacefully and happy and felt conflicted. I loved him so much. He was everything I wanted. Everything I needed. I should feel bad. But, I mean HE kind of brought me to the water. All I did was drink. Michael gave me to our friends, and encouraged every action I made. I never would have done all that if it weren't for his whimpering moans and lust-drunk face every time things got more and more serious.

On the other hand, sure Michael said he wanted me to experience different pleasures, and even clearly facilitated it. And sure, he'd never lied to me before. But it's not like he explicitly said, 'Hey babe I'd sure love for you to be a disposable cum dump for me and all our friends to blow loads into all night.'

Regardless of all of that budding guilt and worry, one thing was clear. In the moment, last night, I fucking loved it. I loved being passed around, pleasing different men with whom I had different connections and dynamics. I loved the disparity between them. Nathan's timid and nervous touch, the knowing and loving way Michael pushed all my buttons just right, Chris' absolute domination and mind-bending confidence and charisma.

But more than anything... Maybe even more than I liked the way Michael looked at me like a fucking goddess when the other men were inside of me. I loved how desirable I had felt to them.

Their compliments, their cum, their willingness to step over what would have been a hard boundary any other game night just to be able to touch me was something I'd never experienced. I knew Michael thought I was sexy and beautiful. And he could even make me feel that way sometimes, despite my insecurities. But there was something about having Chris, who'd been the poster boy for hot, popular, jock, back in high school, so taken by me - chubby, imperfect, me - that was nothing short of intoxicating.

God, the way Chris picked me up off the floor like he'd done it a million times. Brought me right in front of Michael, and fucked me senseless with my head in Michael's lap. Every so often Michael would control me, grab my hair and direct my mouth to his or tell me what position to get into. Chris just knew that it was what I wanted. He saw this unspoken desire within me and delivered it into me, over and over and over.

He didn't ask, because he didn't have to.

It should have felt dangerous, disrespectful, presumptive. And maybe it did. But that's part of what made it so fucking hot. It WAS all of those things, but his desire for me outweighed his desire to be tactful. Plus, it's really our fault for blurring the boundaries.

I noticed my hand had roamed to my sore pussy and I was rubbing myself to my thoughts.

Fuck it. The only way to know how Michael felt about last night was to ask, and I could only do that when he was awake.

I lifted my leg, and rolled on top of him. Letting my breasts rest on his chest as I rocked my hips against his slowly growing length. The molly had worn off, but I was still insatiable.

Michael stirred beneath me, groaning as his eyelids flitted awake. I rocked harder against him, desperate to get him erect enough to penetrate me. His eyes suddenly shot open and his hands snapped to my body, clearly trying to make sense of what was happening.

I leaned over him, bringing my face to his.

"Morning honey. How'd you sleep?" I asked, finally feeling his cock grow rigid enough for me and angled myself to slip him in.

"Slept great. Woke up... nngghhhh fuckkk" He groaned as I managed to take his cock inside of me, "even better."

I moaned as I felt him swell in my raw and sore pussy. A shiver shot through me as his cock pressed against my insides, and I couldn't help but begin to slam my ass up and down on him, craving the kind of fuckings I had received last night.

"Jesus, baby, how are you still so turned on? I thought you'd be too worn out after last night." He laughed, digging his fingers into my hips as I bounced.

He remembered. And he seemed... fine? Hell, more than fine, he was groaning inside me and laughing. He'd watched me get passed around for hours. Watched what Chris did to me, how he made me feel. And he's... fine with it? I felt relief wash over me. I know he was just as, if not more so, responsible for what happened last night. But part of me was worried what he'd think about me. What he'd think about us.

Strangely, there was a twinge of something else there. Why wasn't he upset? I felt like my whole world would crash down if I saw him do something like what I'd done. I wouldn't be able to handle it let alone encourage it. Why wasn't he mad that someone like Chris was able to turn me into a whimpering mess with only his cock? Whatever, we'd deal with that feeling when Michael wasn't burrowing inside of me.

"Never too worn out for you, baby. I woke up feeling slutty. And your slut wanted some dick." I smiled as my legs got tired and I resorted to desperately rocking my hips against him.

"My slut?" Michael grinned, wrapping his arms tight around me in a bear hug, "I like the sound of that."

In a flash he rolled us over, barely staying on the bed. Now that he was on top he took over the thrusting. God, he could read my body like a fucking book sometimes. And I loved the aggression. We had a great back and forth, swapping dominance, but sometimes (most of the time) I wished he'd just control my fucking world. Tear my clothes off, grab my tits, and fill me up.

I screamed as he slammed into me and kissed my neck. I could feel the hot swirl of an orgasm begin to form and squeezed my eyes shut at the sensation.

"Unnnggghhh, suck my tits! Suck my tits baby please!" I groaned. I loved a mouth on my nipple. And Michael knew just the way to do it to send me over the edge. Teasing one, then alternating and teasing the other. He liked it allllmost as much as I did.

Surprisingly, he hesitated.

My eyes shot open, furious with desperation, right as his mouth lowered to my right breast. I giggled as my body vibrated at the touch of his tongue circling my nipple and kissing around it. Fuck yes. That's it baby. Play my body like an instrument.

Only, he didn't alternate. Instead focusing solely on one breast. My body shook as the orgasm approached, I wanted it all.

"My... mmm... other tits feeling left out baby." I moaned, stroking his hair, and his mouth pulled from my breast with a POP.

"Fuck... it's uh... kinda covered." He said, looking at my chest with a conflicted longing.

I buried my chin in my chest and looked down my body. I hadn't noticed earlier, but Michael was right. My left breast was absolutely covered with what I could only imagine was dried cum. Globs and trails of a slightly white flaky substance stuck to my skin and ran all the way down from the top of my breast and over my nipple. When did that even happen? It had been such a whirlwind last night.

"It's probably yours baby please, GODDDD.... I'm so close." I shifted underneath him, my body was frustrated and needy for his mouth. So. Close.

"It's not... you don't... remember?", he said as he kissed my neck in consolation.

"PLEASSEEE baby make me cum make me fucking AH--"

I drew in a sharp, giddy, breath as his mouth made contact with my left breast licking and sucking all over. Immediately I felt the heat within me swell and begin to overtake me. More than just the physical sensation of his mouth on my breast as he pounded me, I loved that he did it at all. He wanted me to cum badly enough to suck my cum-crusted tits. Someone elses cum based on his reaction. He loved my tits more than he hated strange cum. That's my man.

As the world slowly came back into focus from my shaking and screaming orgasm I noticed I was holding his head against my breast, and it conformed to his face like a cast made just for him. It's where he belonged. I allowed a few more seconds of burying his face against me before my body calmed down enough for me to release him.

He raised his head from me, as he continued to thrust inside of me.

"Whose cum is it baby?" I moaned, desperate to remember.

"Chris." He replied, breathless and eyes glazed with lust.

"Tell me what Chris did to put that there." I cooed as I caressed the back of his head.

He groaned at those words, and propped himself up on his elbows on top of me, letting his hands press my tits together.

"You were on your knees, between his legs. Sucking him." He picked up the pace, slamming into me even harder. He was close too.

"He grabbed your tits, placed them on either side of his cock, and then --"

"Spat on my chest." I finished the sentence for him. My memory returning.

"Godddddd, he spat on my fucking chest, right between my tits. Then told me to do it too." I moaned, thrusting my hips up to meet his, "what did I say baby?"

He growled as pounded me. Both of us relishing in the memory

"You said, 'yes sir'"

I giggled, wild and unhinged as he buried his face in my tits.

"That's right. I said 'yes sir' and then I put his cock right where your face is now, and made Chris cum with my tits." I whispered in his ear, loving how much he was getting off to it.

His body shuddered and he slammed into me, hard.

"His first rope hit my chin"

SLAM

"The second pumped right over my breast"

SLAM

"The third dribbled out, right between my tits."

"FUCCCKKKKK" Michael screamed into my chest as his body became rigid, and I felt more of the hot liquid that was dried into the skin where Michaels face was fill up my pussy.

I squirmed against his cock as he twitched inside of me. Giddy butterflies filled me up. How fucking lucky was I? That I could relive a story of another man cumming all over me, and he was into it?

Who knew that THIS is where our journey of growth and experimentation would lead us? To Michael whimpering and thinking about his best friend fucking me as he unloads inside me. To me, actually enjoying it! Is this where it would end? Would I be satisfied with that? Would Michael? Who knew a little molly and a little lust could catapult our otherwise quite vanilla relationship into the sexual stratosphere?

I caressed Michaels hair and cooed in his ear as he his cock finished pumping and he caught his breath.

"So I take it you enjoyed last night?" I said, softly in his ear.

"Enjoyed?" He laughed, "I fucking LOVED it."

I felt so relieved. Whatever filth and debauchery we had gotten up to. Michael didn't think less of me. I had worried that I had gotten too wrapped up in getting the attention and desire of the other men, that I had damaged the desire of the one who really mattered.

"What about you?" He asked looking up at me from where his head rest between my tits.

I just laughed, "ME? It was insane baby! I loved it!"

He laughed, planting kisses all over my breasts. Whether there was cum there or not.

"Told you they wanted you.", He smiled, "So... What about next game night?"

------MICHAEL------

I think it's fair to say we both had a pretty great fucking time. And Julia had many great fuckings.

Seeing her come out of her shell and command the room last night was incredible. She was radiating the sexuality and confidence I had always seen inside of her, that she was too shy to indulge in. I think, finally, she was able to see just how attractive she was to the world. If only for one night.

Her thickness and curves weren't something to be ashamed of, but something to revel in. Her body exudes feminine sexual energy. And God, did she exude it last night.

After our morning sex, I filled Julia in on some of the happenings towards the end of the night that she was spotty on. Like the tit-fucking she gave Chris, and Julia waking Nathan up for one last fuck before he and Chris left to go back home.

What I didn't share was my mild uncomfortability with some of what happened last night. Some of the kisses she and Chris shared were... intense. In a way I wasn't at all expecting to feel. Watching them hold each other, while she rode him, made me feel like a third wheel at best or invisible at worst.

But, it was just a small thing, and I truly enjoyed the rest of the night with no reservations. Seeing her be so thoroughly desired and enjoyed by everyone was so hot. And the way she handled all of them was even hotter. She led us all through hours of deviancy, with a fuck-drunk smile on her face.

We lay in bed going over the night, and the future. We agreed at any point, either of us could call things off, for whatever reason and that would be it. But neither of us wanted it to. I wanted her to experience what she had last night again, and she seemed plenty happy to jump back in too.

We cuddled for a moment, lost in our memories and the comfort of each other before we agreed a shower was in order. She was, by all accounts, a fucking mess. Hair disheveled and strands stuck to her body in places, various fluids acting as an adhesive to her soft skin. The makeup she had worn was now streaking down her face, whether by sweat or tears of joy, it made her look even more alluring.

I loved this look for her, but cleaning up was certainly in order. I didn't necessarily want to lick dried cum off her tits again.

We ran to the bathroom like two teenagers high on each others energy and jumped into the shower together. I rubbed soap into her slippery body as the hot water fell on us. We washed the previous night off of each other as we kissed beneath the falling water.

Once we'd finished, and gotten dressed, a sudden thought shocked me out of our post-coital bliss.

"Oh shit, we should text Zach. I... feel bad for putting him in that position" I said, as we walked back to our bed.

"Oh my godddd that's right. Tell him I'm sorry but I really wanted to suck his cock soooo." She teased.

"Yeah, I think I might use different words babe.", I laughed as I picked my phone up off the nightstand.

As soon as I opened the screen, I saw a had a new text, from Nathan.

Nathan: Hey man. Hope everything's cool between us after last night. I'm gonna text Julia too just so you know! And thank you so much.

Aw, that's pretty nice of him. Obviously I had zero issue with what had happened, and I could only imagine how his mind would be reeling today. As someone who also lost their virginity to Julia, I can say it's a pretty incredible experience. I wondered what he texted Julia if that's what he sent me.

As I typed out a text to Zach to check in, I told Julia that Nathan had texted her. She'd just finished getting dressed, and grabbed her phone from her side of the bed.

I scooted next to her as I sent Zach's text and put my phone down. Eager to see what Nathan had said.

Surprisingly, she actually had two new texts. One from Nathan, and one from Chris. She opened Chris's first.

Chris: Last night was fucking insane. I hope we get to play similar games next game-night. I can't wait ;).

It wasn't anything particularly different from what Nathan had said in his text to me. But I felt a strange feeling deep in my stomach as I read it. I don't know if it was the fact that he didn't tell me he was texting her like Nathan did, or the fact that Julia was biting her lip through a smile as she read it.

Hell, would I really be feeling this way if Nathan didn't tell me he was texting her either? Or was it just the disparity in behavior that had made it seem kind of... shifty.

Either way, she closed the message and navigated to Nathan's.

Nathan: Thank you so much Julia. You're so amazing. I hope we can still hang without things being weird. It was just, incredible. You were incredible.

It was so earnest and understanding of the dynamic, and the way Julia giggled as she turned the phone to me made me so happy. She was really enjoying the effect she had on them. Maybe I was being silly for feeling weird about Chris's text. If it made Julia feel good, that's all that mattered.

------JULIA------

The week after our first game night was a total power-up for our relationship. We were having sex multiple times a day after work as we fantasized about what might happen at the next game night.

Michael loved the new confidence that was flowing through me, and I loved all the attention he was giving me because of it.

We were on FIRE. Our relationship had been loving, and stable, and trusting, but this whole dynamic had added a new level of excitement for us. And in this excitement, Michael said he had an idea for game night.

He wouldn't tell me what it was, but he told me I'd like it.

Zach wasn't coming this time. When he went home last time, his girlfriend was pissed that he did drugs at our house. I guess the molly was obvious, even if the cocksucking wasn't. As far as I knew, his little, tiny, very minor affair with my mouth was still a secret from his girlfriend, and I certainly didn't want to rock the boat. It would be a shame that I wouldn't get another chance to try out a different cock for Michael, but I was plenty happy with the remaining options.

Nathan gave me that puppy-dog, obedient, and absolute wide-eyed obsession that I enjoyed so much. And Chris... well, Chris gave me something totally different. The kind of guy I never thought would be attracted to me, giving me the kind of sex I was just starting to understand I so desperately needed.

The way Chris just picked me up and took me on the spot last time was one of my favorite memories to return to. He just, controlled me in a way that lit my insides up. Michael would do similar things too, when I asked. But Chris was a fucking natural. I couldn't wait for whatever game Michael had in store.

By the time game night wrapped back around again, I was giddy with excitement and nerves. Before, we'd had the molly to lean on as a crutch, and then afterwards the whole situation only existed in our shared fantasies when we would tease each other in bed. But now, I was mainlining pure and unadulterated anticipation. It would happen again - at least that was the plan. But I would have to face the reality of what we were doing without the social or emotional lubrication that molly provides. Or in the safety of a fantasy.

Michael pulled our table from the wall it was up against and set chairs on all four sides of it. I wasn't sure what this had to do with his game, but I was excited that he was excited.

The only issue, outside of my growing anxiety, was that Nathan wouldn't be able to stay late this time. He had work early the next day, and couldn't be out all night slutting it up like I could. Unfortunately, that meant Chris would have to take Nathan home. And, while I didn't say anything, I was secretly hoping Chris would want to come back over once he dropped him off.

I know, I know. As much as enjoyed tormenting and leading Nathan through his sexual awakening, I was much more interested in what Chris could do to me. Throughout the week I had begged Michael to throw me around, hold me down, get aggressive with me. And he... was okay at it. Maybe he just needed more practice. But I found myself fantasizing about Chris and his natural dominance over and over while Michael and I had sex. In an effort to really bring that out of Chris, I maybe went a littttleeee overboard on my game-day outfit.

I had ordered a verrrrry low cut top of the same stretchy material that made popping my tits out so easy off the internet, and had on a tiny little skirt that was basically a fucking joke compared to the size of my ass. Michael said he could just barely see the curve of my ass poking out from the bottom of the skirts fabric, but one look over my shoulder in the mirror determined that was a lie. Try like the lower third of my ass.

I was still getting used to looking at myself in the mirror at all, let alone trying to like what I saw. Years of insecurity due to comments in middle and high school can be hard to shake. But I tried to look at myself through Michael's eyes. Tried to see my curves as a positive. Regardless of how I felt about what I saw, one thing was for sure. I looked like a fucking whore.

Michael was certainly taken by my new look, and we had a fun little test run in this outfit before the big day. If Chris and Nathan liked it even half as much as he did, I think it would have the right effect.

We sat together on the couch, giddily waiting for Chris and Nathan to arrive, when finally a knock came at the door.

I looked at him, my nerves shot with anticipation.

"You ready, baby?" I asked as I gave his hand a squeeze.

"More than ready, go greet our guests." He replied, letting his eyes wander my body as we stood.

I walked over to the door and took a deep breath before pulling it open.

Chris and Nathan stood side by side. Nathan was nervously playing with his hands and his eyes went wide at the sight of me. That was a good feeling, but Nathan was easy to provoke.

Chris just stared down at me, his eyes slowly scrutinizing every inch of me with a soft smile.

"Goddamn Jules, this outfit is something else." Chris said, leaning down to hug me in a - mostly - platonic way before whispering in my ear, "but I can't fucking wait to get it off of you"

I shivered in his arms as his fingers pressed against my back, and we separated from each other as he went to greet Michael. Great. I was soaked already.

"Wow Jules. You're uh... I mean it's really... you look --" Nathan stuttered through what I could only imagine was a compliment, so I took the reigns and looped my arms over his head and brought him into a hug as well.

"Thank you, Nathan." I said, and I felt his fingers tentatively touch my lower back. As we pulled apart, his eyes were glued to my cleavage, and I swear he audibly gulped. He was so mind-broken by me, and I gave my tits a little wiggle for him before I pulled him inside.

"Well, Mikey, thanks for throwing another game night. I've been thinking about the last one all week" Chris said, looping around me to stand by Nathan again. His eyes flicked from Michael to me, his gaze felt... predatory. I loved it.

"Of course. I've actually got a fun idea for us to get things started. But first, does anyone want a drink? No molly tonight but I've got some liquor!" Michael said sounding chipper.

I was lost in the hungry eyes Chris was making at me. My body hummed with nervous anticipation, and it felt like some electric magnetism was pulling me towards Chris. It had only been a week, but I was desperate for him to just fucking TAKE me like he did last time.

"Uh yeah sure, thanks." Nathan stammered, setting his things down on the table and taking a seat while Chris and I stood by the end of the table, locked in our own world.

There were feet between us, but I was wrapped up already. My mind spinning with the various ways this could all play out. Feeling vulnerable in this uncharacteristically sexy outfit for me, that Chris seemed to really enjoy. Some part of me, despite the way Chris had treated me last time, still thought I was foolish to dress sexy. To think the Chris's of the world would spare a second glance my way. That Michael's admittedly biased view of me would be shared by others.

While my mind ran wild with these thoughts, I thought I heard something - distantly. But I was too focused on the growing ball of lust begging to be let free to make any sense of it.

A moment later, Michaels voice pulled me from my trance.

"Babe?" He asked behind me, and I turned to see him looking at me.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me carry some glasses?"

"Oh" I looked back to Chris who was now moving to sit at the table, a large smile clearly visible by his profile, "Uh yeah!"

I walked towards Michael, blushing.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't hear --"

"It's okay, you were really locked in there" He laughed, handing me two empty glasses, "You feeling okay?"

He raised an eyebrow and asked the question in a caring way, but somewhere deep inside I felt a type of panic stir within me. Like I'd been caught. Michael knew I enjoyed last time, as I knew he did as well. But it was hard to shake the feeling that I was betraying him. That it wasn't just the aroused and lusty state this whole situation put Michael in that interested me about it. That I actually enjoyed how it felt to be desired and fucked by Chris more than I enjoyed how aroused it made Michael feel.

"Maybe a little nervous. Are you sure you're... okay with all this? I mean, we don't have to if you don't --"

"What? You're not getting cold feet now are you?" Michael said, grabbing a few more glasses and hefting some liquor under his arm, "I'm definitely okay with it."

Michael looked down and I followed his gaze to see his cock pressing hard against his shorts, creating a modestly sized tent. I felt relief wash over me. See, Jules! Michael likes it as much as you do. It's okay to feel like a desperate, cock-hungry slut. It's okay to throw yourself at Chris. Michael WANTS you to get your insides rearranged by our friends big cock. Oh. And Nathan too.

I reached forward with my free hand and gave his bulge a little squeeze.

"I can't wait to get this inside of me. My body is on fire baby I'm gonna lose it." I laughed nervously, barely able to contain myself.

"Maybe you'll get a chance soon. We'll see how the games play out." He winked and bent down to give me a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the kitchen.

I followed right behind him, and took my seat at the table with the rest of the boys.

------MICHAEL------

Was I a little worried about how into this whole thing Julia seemed?

For sure. I mean, I think that comes with the territory. We were exploring, experimenting, and that always comes with some level of uncomfortableness. Including other people in our experimentation only ramped it up to 1000.

Still, Julia was having an incredible time. She was acting so much more confident and assertive. And I have to admit there was something about watching her with other guys that really got me going. I was definitely worried about how it would feel to watch the woman I'm so deeply in love with get fucked right in front of me stone cold sober. But every time I pictured her body shaking in pleasure as someone else slammed into her, my cock grew harder than it had ever been.

It was a confusing situation. But it was mind-bendingly hot. And I think we were both happy to ride this wave where it took us. With the knowledge we could hit the eject button at any time.

All that said, a few sips of whiskey was definitely welcome.

We each sat on each side of the table. Nathan and I were across from each other, and Jules and Chris were across from each other. We all chatted a bit as we found our seats and I started doling out the liquor.

The tension was THICK. The reason we were all here, and everyone's desires for the night hung, unsaid in the air. Nathan fidgeted with his hands as he tried - and failed - not to ogle Julia's heavy breasts and the long line of cleavage that visibly separated them in her uncharacteristically revealing outfit.

Chris looked relaxed and friendly. Somewhere deep inside of me, something about his relaxed demeanor among the shared tension between us all irked me. I finished pouring everyone a healthy glass full of whiskey and fished the 6-sided die out of my pocket.

Let's get this thing started.

"Alrighty! So, here's the idea. We both enjoyed last game night, so I thought we could do a different kind of game." I placed the die in the middle of the table, "We take turns rolling the die, evens are truth, odds are dare. You can pick anyone at the table for the truth or dare that you rolled. That person has to answer truthfully, or do the dare, OR they can choose to drink. But you can't drink against the same person 2 times in a row."

I glanced at everyone as I explained, but it was clear everyone was a little too distracted to fully understand.

"For example, Jules. If I rolled dare, and dared you to take your top off, but you chose to drink..." I explained, as Julia's glazed eyes snapped over to me

"She better not." Chris said, smiling, and Julia bit her lip in response.

"Then the next time it's my turn if I were to say, ask you what your favorite fruit is, you'd have no choice but to answer truthfully. That make sense?"

Everyone nodded.

"Great! Let's begin!"

The first few rounds went pretty smoothly. Very tame truths, and even a couple pretty milquetoast dares were thrown around. Of course, most of them targeted Julia - which was the idea. The tension between Chris and Julia though, was palpable. It felt like there was some silent battle going on between them that was invisible to Nathan and I.

We were getting into the groove. And I could tell the anticipation was causing Julia to squirm. With each round she started moving in her seat more, stealing glances my way, and her skin was taking on a flushed hue.

She was actually the first to break the ice and make things more sexual.

Maybe it was the unspoken tension between her and Chris that caused Julia to deflect and target Nathan when she rolled 'truth'.

"What do you want to happen the most tonight, Nathan?"

"I... uh..." His eyes flicked from hers, to her tits, and back to her eyes, repeatedly.

"Um. I really want to have those... uh, your..."

"You want me to put my tits in your face while I ride you cock?" Julia blurted out, almost causing me to cough on a sip of whiskey I was drinking to settle my nerves.

"YES!" Nathan exclaimed, maybe too enthusiastically. As much as we loved him, he really was such a dork.

Julia grabbed her breasts over her top, and pressed them together as she giggled. She was very clearly going to explode soon if we didn't really get this going.

"Your turn babe." She said, turning to me and passing the die my way.

I rolled the die - Evens.

"Julia. How are you feeling right now? You look kind of --"

"HORNY" She said, still massaging her breasts over her top, clearly desperate for someone else's hands to take their place.

I pushed the die to Chris and he rolled immediately.

"Damn, got truth again. Hmm let me thinkkkk" He teased, as he smiled towards Julia.

"Ah! I got it. Who do you want to fuck the most right now, Jules?"

"Y--mnnngggaaaahhh" Julia groaned something incomprehensible and shuddered in her chair as she shot me a glance. A moment later, she took a swig of her whiskey.

She didn't want to answer. But I think we all knew what it meant.

She looked down and away from me as Chris passed the die to Nathan with a smile.

Maybe that should have stung more than it did. But I knew how worked up she was, and I knew how excited for this she'd been all week. I get to have her all to myself every other day. And didn't I WANT her to be excited to experience this with someone else?

Nathan's turn.

Odds.

"Julia can you take your... can we see your..."

Reading his mind, in one quick motion Julia pulled the stretchy material of her top down and tucked it under her massive breasts before squeezing them together and finishing off her display with a quick pinch of each nipple.

"That was your dare right?" Julia grinned as she took the die and rolled it.

My jaw hung open and my heart slammed in my chest as the die landed on Evens.

"How are YOU feeling babe?" Julia asked as she massaged her breasts.

My cock was painfully erect against the fabric of my shorts. There was something insanely erotic about watching your girlfriend get worked up and play with her tits for your friends.

"horny." I laughed, breathlessly as Julia pushed the die my way.

I rolled - Evens.

"Julia. Do you want to stop playing and do something... else." I asked, and she answered before I could finish

"Yes! Please!"

"Hey!" Chris chided from next to me, and Julia's gaze shifted to him, "Don't I get one last roll?"

He reached out and grabbed the die from where it had landed in front of me before rolling it.

A grin slowly spread across his face as the die landed on Odds.

"Jules. Why don't you give everyone at the table a little kiss before we stop playing."

Julia was flustered. Desperate to get things going. I had intended for this game to get her worked up, but I had no idea just how insanely turned on it would make her, or me. She seemed to be about to jump out of her skin.

"Please let's just move to the couch or something we don't --" She began, but Chris cut her off.

"Nope. You can't deny me twice in a row, remember? Better hurry up." He grinned, and a moment later Julia was on her feet and giving Nathan a quick peck on the lips. It was so quick he barely even registered it in time to kiss back.

Then she jumped over to me, her tits swaying with each desperate step towards the culmination of this game. Her lips found mine and we kissed for a few moments as she squeezed my cock through my shorts.

"I'm so fucking ready." She said as she broke the kiss, her hot breath coming out in hitched shudders.

As she leaned back up her breast just barely trailed my face and I almost shot in my pants right there.

Julia circled around my chair and approached Chris, who shifted his chair to face her as she approached.

She stood to one side of him as she leaned down to deliver her final kiss.

Before they made contact, one of Chris's hands shot out and looped around one of her legs.

Julia gasped as Chris separated her legs and pulled her towards him.

She stumbled briefly, but Chris firmly gripped her with both hands and pulled her down to straddle him before kissing her.

"Ohmygodddddddd" Julia moaned into his mouth as one of his hands found her ass and the other began squeezing her already exposed breasts.

"Sorry boys" Chris said as he let go of her breasts and grabbed a fistful of her hair instead, "Wanted to make sure I got her first."

Julia groaned, and her body jerked and jumped with uncontrollable desire as she grinded against Chris.

"Fucccckkkkkkk oh my god Chris oh my fucking goddddddddddd" Julia sung through shuddering breaths as Chris began adjusting in his seat.

Before I could even process the situation, Chris' gambit, and Julia's needy moans, he STOOD, while holding her body pressed against his.

I've always loved Julia's curves. But being a bigger girl made some things difficult for my smaller frame. Julia had communicated that she wanted me to 'throw her around', and I tried my best. But nowhere in my wildest dreams did I think I could PICK HER UP like this. It clearly took Julia by surprise as well, because she moaned a loud, "oh my goddd" as he stood.

He set her ass down on the table in a sitting position and quickly moved to take his shorts down as she ran her hands up and down his chest and around his neck. A moment later, his cock bounced free and I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Holy shit. I must not have been paying attention to Chris that much last time, or the molly made me not care. Was he always so... big? He had at least an inch or two on me, and the girth of it was unlike anything I had seen, even in the (admittedly) few porn videos I'd watched. The knot inside of me grew, and twisted. Fuck. Was this a mistake?

The sickening anxiety that had appeared so suddenly was only matched by the obvious excitement Julia was displaying at that monster's release. She reached down between her legs to grip his cock as Chris stood up straight and stepped out of his shorts.

She bit her lip and looked up at him with pleading eyes. I knew that look. I loved that look. For the first time, my jealousy peaked and overcame my desire for Julia to enjoy herself and I briefly considered hitting the eject button.

"I need you to fuck me Chris please god, I need it inside please." She begged, pulling him by his cock so he leaned into her.

She was too excited, too wrapped up in the moment. I couldn't call this off right now. And did I want to? Her pleasure was what made me want to do this. But that THING between Chris' legs was insane. Was I sure I could emotionally handle watching the woman I love get split apart by this monster? God it was too confusing.

Chris leaned in and started kissing my girlfriend, fast, hot, passionate kisses.

"I've been thinking about this all week" Chris growled, breaking the kiss.

"Arms around my neck Jules, hold on tight." Chris said quietly as he looped each arm under her legs and gripped her ass. Julia nodded obediently as she gazed, hypnotized, into his eyes.

He squatted slightly and lifted her off the table, eliciting an 'eek' from her as she pulled her chest against his and he expertly lined himself up with her using only his hips.

Then, he lowered my girlfriend's pussy down on his cock.

Suspended in the air by Chris' strength, her large breasts pressed tightly again his chest, Julia began screaming as inch after agonizing inch entered her.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

Chris lifted her ass up before letting it fall down on his enormous length over and over. He fucked her in a way I literally could not. Not only because I didn't have a dick quite like that but because I couldn't lift her nearly as easily as Chris had. This new way of being fucked elicited entirely new sounds from my once so shy and reserved girlfriend.

"Holy fucking... mmmnngggggg... it feels so... ffffuunnnnnnggggg... You're gonna make meeeee!"

Julia bellowed as Chris rammed himself inside of her. Thrusting his hips forward and up from his standing position, then pulling his hips backwards to let her ass fall onto the entire length of him. Over and over and over. Watching the monstrous size of him disappear into Julia was like witnessing a magic trick. It seemed almost impossible that she could take it all so easily, and without enormous pain.

She screamed, garbled and slurred with pleasure as her body tensed up and began vibrating against him.

"CHRRRISSSSSSIMGONNAFUCKINGOHMYYYGGGGGGG-EEEEEEEE"

She squeezed him tightly, laying her head against his shoulder as Chris picked up the pace, slamming into her - somehow - harder and faster than before. Sending rippling waves up her ass and throughout her body Julia jerked and gyrated against him as she continued bellowing.

"That's right bitch cum on my cock, show them what a good little slut you are for me." Chris growled as Julia shook in his arms.

Maybe I should have found it offensive or abnormal the way he spoke degradingly towards her. But I had become nearly as hypnotized as Julia was.

I was so taken by the scene in front of me and the myriad emotions it brought forth, I couldn't place when I took my cock out and began stroking. But there was something about how Julia was reacting, the jealousy and angst flowing through me, and the obviously incredible pleasure being fucked directly into Julia that sent me over the edge.

Julia and I came at the same time. Her - wrapped round Chris' cock, and me - into my own hand.

As Julia slowly wound down from the aftershocks of her orgasm and each powerful thrust from Chris, he began lowering her back onto the table.

He leant forwards with her, and they shared a kiss as he lay her on her back, his cock still inside of her. Her heavy breasts spilled off to each side of her, and her ass pooled on the table as she gazed up at Chris with a far off, enraptured look.

"Uh, can I? I mean do you mind if I..." Nathan spoke up.

Holy shit, that's right. I had been so zoned in on the action I barely even remembered I was in the room, let alone Nathan. I looked at him over my girlfriends naked body and saw him sitting at the other end of the table - cock in hand.

Fuck, was even NATHAN longer than me? I mean he wasn't nearly as thick as Chris, and probably not as thick as me. But Jesus Christ. Suddenly I felt more insecure about my size than I had ever been. Experimenting with other people of course had to come with some level of comparison, but I certainly didn't expect to have the shortest cock at the table.

"I'm not done with her." Chris said, flatly, and Julia grinned a dopey smile and massaged one of her breasts in response.

"I just... you know I gotta leave early tonight so I was hoping I could... I mean if that's okay Jules?" He asked, and Julia let her head turn lazily to look his direction.

She shimmied on the table slightly, so her head was closer to the edge of the table.

"Come here, I can probably suck you while Chris -- EEK!" Julia took in a sharp gasp as Chris began thrusting inside of her again. He reached forward and gripped both of her breasts - hard - pressing them together and flicking her nipples as he slammed into her.

Julia's head turned my direction, and her eyes slid over me almost drunkenly, before a smile came to her face.

She breathed heavily, and groaned as Chris sawed into her, but she found enough focus to mouth the words, "I love you" to me.

I felt my heart soar. The jealousy, the insecurity, the worry, dissolved at her words. Even while another man was fucking her in ways I never had, she found the time to tell me she loves me. Of course, I knew she did. But I wasn't expecting all these new emotions, and the reassurance was welcome.

I mouthed the words back as her tits jumped with each powerful thrust.

A moment later, Nathan was standing beside her head hanging off the table and she guided his cock into her mouth.

------JULIA------

I was definitely more nervous than I expected to get things started when everyone was in the house and staring at me in my decidedly whorish outfit. Without the molly to provide some blurring of the lines and a practical excuse for us behaving the way we were, the raw emotions and nerves were driving me crazy. Gladly, all that went away as my desire eclipsed my nervousness.

Michael's little game idea worked wonders. I was basically slipping out of my seat, and creating a puddle in my chair from how RIDICULOUSLY turned on I was, before we even got started with anything sexual.

The night had barely started and I was already on cloud nine.

I had never been literally PICKED UP by a man before. I'd never been the tiny girl that guys put on their shoulders at a concert, or carry to the bed before they ravage me. And I'd certainly never been FUCKED like a ragdoll while being held off my feet like that.

Then, Chris and his - admittedly kind of mean-spirited - play to make sure he was the first one to kick things off, sent me over the moon. I was already basically begging the table to fuck me, but I could FEEL Chris's desire for me, he wanted me so badly that he engineered a way to make sure he could fuck me first, and that felt good.

Finally, and most importantly, was what Chris was awakening inside of me. The way he just took control. Picked me up, fucked my brains out, set me down on the table, and continued pounding away even when Nathan wanted a turn. But more than that. The way he spoke to me. Calling me a good little slut, calling me a bitch, ordering me to cum on his cock.

I'd never been talked to like that. In or out of the bedroom. Maybe that kind of dominate aggression would piss me off in real life, but while I had my friends cock buried inside of me it felt right.

I love Michael with all my heart, but sometimes it can take some of the magic away when I have to guide and beg him to be aggressive with me. To pull my hair, and grip my tits, and just fucking TAKE me. That part came naturally to Chris, and not only that, but he somehow intuitively knew I needed to be called a good little slut. I was a desperate little bitch who can follow orders, and cum from a deep-fucking from a great cock.

He'd unlocked something in me I didn't know existed. And that thought was equally delicious and terrifying. Maybe I WAS a slut. And would that be so bad? I had the permission and encouragement from the man I love to act a little slutty. Everyone was on board, everyone was happy, what's the problem?

I checked in with Michael right before Nathan, sweet little nerd that he is, begged me to put his cock in my mouth. And he seemed a little overwhelmed, but the sticky white cream that covered his hand told me he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Over the next hour or two (time can be weird when you're in a dick-fueled craze) I sucked and fucked both Nathan and Chris, I even sucked Michaels cock a little while Chris fucked me from behind. Being filled on both ends was a lovely feeling I didn't know I needed.

I knew time was running out. So I tried to take things slow when I rode Nathan's cock, and sucked Chris's towards the end of the night. I wanted to milk this moment for as much as I could. But, Nathan wasn't exactly skilled at lasting a long time, and in no time he was exploding inside of me.

While he ran off to the bathroom to get cleaned up, I took the opportunity to jump on Chris's incredible cock one last time, flashing Michael a wink as he sat on the couch with his cock in his hand. God, we were going to have a lot of fun reliving this night together later.

Chris lay on the ground, cock standing like a tower above him, and I slowly inched myself down on his massive member - still in awe at how I didn't notice his ridiculous SIZE the first night in the mind-bending haze of molly and lust.

"Fuccckkkkkk" I groaned as he bottomed out inside of me, "This is so fucking good babe thank you so much"

I looked Michaels direction as I planted my hands on Chris's chest for support and began bouncing on him.

"Yeah" Chris said, reaching up and taking my breasts in each hand, "Thanks Mike, we're gonna have to do this more often."

He pressed my tits together and gripped them with his fingers and palms, allowing his thumbs to flick across my nipple for a moment before he PULLED my body down on him so we were chest to chest and looking in each others eyes.

He grinned at me, deviously, as on hand roamed behind me and wrapped my hair in his hand. His other arm looped around me and held me tight against him as he thrust up into me from below.

Godddddd, even when I was on top he found a way to take control. Another orgasm began building in me like a white hot fireball.

He squeezed the hand gripping my hair and pulled my head next to his before whispering in my ear.

"Nathan's gonna want to go home. But I'm not done yet. Are you?"

"Definitely not." I groaned in his ear, "He's not gonna like.... unngghh fuck... He's not gonna walk home though."

"No." He said, maneuvering my head so that we were looking at each other again, "But we've got another perfectly good driver in the house, don't we?"

I stared at him for a moment, confused. Then it clicked into place.

Michael.

Holy shit why hadn't I thought of that. Michael could drive Nathan home and then Chris could stay... well... as long as he wanted. Maybe this didn't have to be an early night after all.

I slowly turned my head in Michaels direction. He was stroking himself with reckless abandon as he watched on from the peanut gallery. God, would Michael be okay with that? Leaving us alone... if only for a few minutes... while he took Nathan home. Surely he'd see the benefit in having some more time to play. And with one less cock in the rotation, maybe we could get him more directly involved. I'd only sucked him once tonight, if he took Nathan home that would give us all more time to spend together!

Of course, I knew deep down that was bad reasoning. If both Chris and Nathan went home, then Michael and I could have all the time in the world together. I didn't want Chris to stay because it meant Michael and I could fuck. I wanted Chris to stay so I could keep fucking HIM. Did that make me a bad girlfriend? Was this... more dangerous than I --

Before I could finish the thought, the bathroom door opened and Nathan entered the living room.

"Jeeze guys again!? I've gotta get home. How much longer do you think it's gonna... I mean, Chris are you about to...?" Nathan said, frustration and hesitance both quite clear in his voice.

"Not yet." I moaned, holding Chris's gaze.

He grinned in response.

"Chris takes foreverrrr to... finish. I don't know if I can wait that long... can we take a quick break maybe?" Nathan pleaded.

Almost in response to his words, Chris picked up the pace.

His shaft burrowed inside of me, filling every inch - and a few new spots. It was too much.

I collapsed on his chest as he mercilessly slammed into me. Wet clapping sounds filled the room. God I loved this fucking cock. I loved how he just TOOK me. Fuck Nathan and his whining about going home so he can sleep before work. Chris would rather fuck my brains out than sleep, and that's what I needed right now. I needed this cock inside of me.

"Babe." I moaned in my sweetest voice as I turned my head to face Michael.

He jumped slightly when I addressed him. Like my words had snapped him out of a trance.

"Can you?... ohhhhhh fuckkkk.... Babe can you please take Nathan home real quick?"

Against the barrage of powerful thrusts Chris was inflicting on me, I barely had enough focus or strength to get the words out. But right now it seemed more important than anything that I make this happen.

"Please baby it'll be real quick and I can't... I just - NGGhhhhh - I CAN'T stop yet."

Michael stopped stroking, and looked at me with a far off stare that seemed to be barely able to comprehend what I was saying. I took that as confirmation.

Feeling a sudden surge of power I pressed my hands back against Chris's chest and sat upright on his cock.

"Thank you baby ohmyfucking goddddd thank you thank you THANK YOU, " I screamed as I wrested control from Chris, grinding on his cock as he groped my tits, "Hurry back, I want you both inside -- eek!"

Chris leaned up from the ground where he was laying and took my nipple into his mouth, giving it small nibbles as he sucked. He didn't know my body inside and out like Michael did, so he wasn't able to suck my nipples juuuust the way I liked. But the small bits of shooting pain from the nibbles were a delectable new treat. And if there's one thing I'd been learning in this whole experience, it's that maybe I didn't even know what I really liked.

My head rolled as Chris continued thrusting up into me while he ravaged my tits. The room was a blur of pleasure as my gaze fell on Michael who had stood from the couch and tucked his cock back into his shorts. Both Michael and Nathan stood at the door.

"Be right back" He said quietly, and for a moment I felt a pang of something resembling guilt bubble up inside me. There's no reason to be guilty Julia. He likes it as much as you do. You're still a good girlfriend. It's okay. Yeah, it's fine.

"Drive safe I love you" I moaned, trying to keep my voice steady.

A moment later the two boys were out the door, and for the first time, I had Chris - alone.

Even if it was just another hour. I could savor this for a little while longer. I could be the little slut that I was just beginning to realize I needed to be. This is fine, we'd just be alone for a few minutes, and it's not like we'd be doing anything Michael wouldn't be okay with.

Chris stopped thrusting and sent a shiver through me as he popped his mouth from my nipple and gripped both breasts - hard.

"Well done, Jules, now I've got my little slut allllll to myself"

In a flash, he rolled me off him and onto my back on the floor. How quickly he was able to throw me around sent another wild surge of lust through me. I'd need to get Michael to go to the gym. And what did he just say? I'm his slut? My heart caught in my chest, and I felt guilty for how much I enjoyed that. Michael had called me that too, but it somehow felt more fitting coming from Chris. Is it possible to be one mans sweet, loving girlfriend, and another man's desperate slut?

Chris pinned my arms above my head, allowing my breasts to spill over my body as he held me, helplessly, in place. Normally, I didn't like this kind of position. Even during sex, I tried to hide my tummy and love handles, I didn't like how it jiggled when being fucked. But my head was still spinning from the sudden change of positions and the way I felt like defenseless prey beneath this strong man.

It was still so surreal. How quickly I had gone from Michael's innocent high school sweetheart the woman pinned down, naked, by our hot jock friend. And all at Michael's urging, surely I'd be waking up from this dream soon.

"I know what you are." He said, thrusting into me tortuously slow, "both of you."

I groaned and wiggled my hips against him, urging him to pick up the pace.

"What are...? What do you mean?"

"Come on." He smiled, raising an eyebrow, "Mikey's a cuck, and you're just dying to be treated like the submissive set of holes you are. Tell me... how's this?"

Chris planted one hand square in the middle of my chest, and reached back with his other.

SLAP

Before I could even register what he'd done, I felt a sharp, stinging, pain reverberate through my body from where his hand had come down on my breast. The walls of my vagina squeezed around his length instinctively, and a moment after the pain shot through my body, it was replaced with a warm and giddy desire for more.

"ohmygoddddddddddddd" I giggled, "holy shittttt Chri--"

SLAP

He delivered another slap to my other breast. It was disrespectful, cruel, aggressive, dominant and sooo fucking GOOD. I felt a guttural growl rumble from my chest unbidden.

"again" I begged, squirming beneath his powerful weight.

"Say it." Chris commanded, pinching each of my nipples and pulling them both towards him, "Tell me what you are."

The giddiness and excitement that had bubbled inside of me, grew into a rampaging torrent of lust. My heart slammed in my chest and my breath caught in my throat as he lifted my breasts off of my body by my nipples. Michael would never have even thought to do something like this. To hurt me. But godddd the hurt felt so fucking good. I was a slut, no... I was --

"I'm your fucking slut Chris god PLEASE, slap my tits, spank me, fuck my goddamn brains our Chris I need--!"

My voice was suddenly cut off by each of Chris's large hands wrapping around my throat and squeezing. I was prey. A helpless whore being choked while a large man takes what he wants from me. I was nothing but a plaything to be used and abused however he desired. My mind spiraled with both terror, and bliss as the edges of my vision darkened.

I could barely make out Chris's face grinning above me as he slammed into me ruthlessly over and over, my tits jumping wildly with every thrust as he fucked the literal life out of me.

This is what I've needed.

This is what I am.

Just before my vision went completely black, Chris released his grip on my throat and a wild SURGE of lust crashed into me. With Chris there was always an orgasm just on the horizon, but this one snuck up on me. As the oxygen flooded back into my body, I jerked uncontrollably under his weight. Colors, emotions, and a veritable supernova of DESIRE exploded inside of me. As I slowly came down from the mind-breaking dicking I had just received, I noticed that I was speaking.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou"

"Say it right slut." Chris commanded, his fingers trailing up my body and into my mouth, my lips wrapped around them on instinct, "Thank youuuuuu...?"

"thank you Sir" I moaned around his fingers, the words falling from my mouth almost unintentionally, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"That'll do for now." He grinned, "We'll have to thank your cuck too. I've wanted to beat this pussy up for years. I can't tell you how many game nights I've spent thinking about pinning you down and fucking your brain to mush. It's about time he let someone give you what you deserve."

Chris continued sawwing into me as he spoke, and I lay beneath him in awe. How had he still not cum? He'd just opened multiple new doors in my brain and delivered the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced and he was STILL going?

And there was that word again. Cuck. What the hell was a cuck? But more importantly, he wanted to fuck me for YEARS? He'd fantasized about ME? Yeah right.

"Please" I moaned quietly beneath him, "I've seen your type. I'm not exactly...."

"A skinny little Barbie? No, you're not." He said without missing a stroke inside of me. I knew it was true, but it still hurt to hear. Years and years of shame is hard to shake.

"But I've never seen tits like these" He said, pushing my breasts together and jiggling them, "Or an ass as fat as yours. I may not normally go for 'your type' but I've wanted to fuck you from the moment Mikey brought you around. I'm just glad he's embraced his inner cuck."

"You've said that a few times. What is a cuck?"

Chris stopped thrusting for a moment, looking genuinely caught off guard for the first time, before beginning slowly fucking me again.

"What? Has Mike not told you?"

I shook my head

"He is. A cuck is a guy who wants his girl to fuck other men. He gets off on the idea of you cheating on him with someone who fucks you better than him. Sound familiar?"

"Cheating? I'm not... I don't think he's..."

"Of course he is. He came in his hand while I fucked you right in front of him. Then he left you alone with me so his imagination would run wild about all the naughty things we'd get up to alone. I wouldn't be surprised if he asked to eat my cum out of you or lick it off your tits or something." He laughed.

My breath caught in my chest and I felt my face grow bright red. Chris must have noticed.

"Oh? Do you have something you'd like to share?"

I bit my lip, feeling almost too embarrassed to say it. Would Michael be upset with me for slipping details of our sex life to Chris? It seemed an insane thought to have while another man massaged my insides with his cock.

"Well... He, uh.... You came on my tits last game night. The next morning when we had sex he sucked my tits, and licked them all over despite your dried.... oh my goddddd"

"See!" Chris laughed, "Definitely a cuck. But... if he hasn't told you yet then let's respect his wishes and pretend we don't know, yeah?"

I nodded, half in agreement and half in embarrassment for sharing such an intimate detail. I made a mental note to look into 'cucks' later, so I could better hone in on what excited Michael.

"Now let's be quick, Mikey will want to fuck you when he gets back, and I've got an idea that will really turn him on. Listen closely, and follow instructions, okay?"

That kind of commanding tone sent shivers through my body, and I nodded up at him, excited to turn on my... cuck.

------MICHAEL------

I was barely out of the door before the knot in my stomach became a full blown black hole.

My cock was still as hard as it had been all night. Every time I came, I expected my cock to grow soft like it usually does, but watching Julia just sent me into overdrive. I loved every inch of her with my whole body. She's the sexiest fucking woman on the planet. And watching her in such obvious sexual pleasure was mind-bending. Not being the cause of that pleasure hurt in such strange ways. But her losing her goddamn mind while Chris slammed into her was balm enough for the wound it left.

So confusing. The thing that hurt was the thing that made it feel good.

I walked straight to the car without looking to see in Nathan was following. Whether it was from desire to get back home so I could watch or out of fear of what might be going on while I was gone, I didn't know. I just wanted to make this quick.

I was in the car and had the engine turned over before Nathan even sat down.

A moment later we were speeding out of my driveway towards Nathan's house.

"Hey, uh, thanks for driving me man I know this wasn't exactly the plan, but I appreciate it." Nathan said in the timid way that was common for him when girls or sex were on his mind.

"Yeah man no problem." I replied, eyes on the road. My mind was already running wild and my cock was screaming against the fabric of my shorts, I didn't have the mental bandwidth to really engage with Nathan.

"And, you know, thanks for everything. Julia is... incredible. I know I didn't get much time with her, but... thanks again."

Jeeze. I didn't even really notice to be honest, but he's right. It was mostly the Chris and Julia show tonight. She blew me for a bit, and she fulfilled Nathan's wish of riding him with her tits in his face, but that was about it. The rest of the time Nathan and I just sat and masturbated to Julia losing her mind on Chris's cock. Not that I was complaining, I was obviously quite hypnotized while it was happening. But my stomach did a little flip at the realization that this was turning into less of a 'sharing her with friends' and more of a 'sharing her with Chris.'.

Was that so bad? She was clearly enjoying herself. This is what we both wanted.

Then why did something feel... off.

"No problem bud. We'll see about getting you some more time soon." I replied flatly as my mind ran wild.

We drove in silence for a while, surely we were both reliving the night or fantasizing about the future. I noticed Nathan turning his head my direction a few times, but he never said anything else.

Finally, we arrived at his house, and I unlocked his door for him.

"Have a good night man thanks for coming!" I said, doing my best not to betray the battle going on within me.

"Yeah, thank you again. And thank Julia for me. And...." Nathan fiddled with his hands nervously. All I wanted was for him to say goodbye and hop out so I could get back home.

"And... Keep an eye on Chris. I don't mean to be shitty but I'm getting weird vibes from him about.... Fuck, sorry, forget I said anything, good night man."

Nathan opened the door and spilled out of the car. Before I could even put the words together, the door had closed and Nathan began walking up his doorstep.

Keep an eye on Chris? Was he just being jealous that he didn't get more time or...

The pit in my stomach pulsed again.

Whatever. I can ask him about that later. I gotta get back home.

I mayyy have sped through a couple stop-signs on my way back to my neighborhood. All in all, I was only gone a total of 20 minutes or so.

Still, there's something about walking up to your door, knowing that your girlfriend is getting the fucking of her life just feet away and out of sight that does a number on your confidence. Every negative thought and feeling swam in my mind as I put the key in the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.

I don't know exactly what I expected to see, but this wasn't it.

Maybe I expected them to be in the same position, Chris sucking Julia's gorgeous pillowy breasts as she rode his cock. Or maybe him trying to get Julia to take as much of his cock in her throat as possible. But neither of those sights greeted me.

Instead. There was only Julia.

Kneeling on the ground in front of me with her breasts hanging just inches above her knees. As soon as I opened the door she scrambled forward and pulled my shorts to the ground with a kind of desperation that seemed to have been reserved for Chris tonight.

She was a blur of lust as she wrested my aching cock free and lowered her mouth down on it.

"Ohhhh fuckkkk", I groaned as I ran my fingers through her hair, "what is... where's...?"

"Cleaning up in the bathroom. But I needed your cock in me. Please baby can I ride you? I want you suck my tits and fuck me while Chris cleans up pleaseeeeee" She begged, looking up at me with the puppy-dog eyes that made me crumble.

No begging was needed, it was the thing I wanted the most in the world right now. All other thoughts immediately vanished from my mind as she gobbled my cock like her life depended on it. If she wasn't careful, I'd blow right here.

"fuck yes" I moaned through heavy breaths.

Julia went to my base one last time before popping her mouth off my cock.

"On the couch! Hurry! I neeeed itttt" She sung below me and I followed instructions.

I kicked my shorts and boxers off to the side and sat on the couch as Julia stood up and ran over before quickly positioning herself right above my cock. We locked eyes as she sat down on my cock.

"Ohhh fucccckkkkk baby suck my tits holy shittttt" She moaned as her hips began grinding against my length inside of her.

I didn't need to be told twice. There's nothing I wanted more in the world right now.

I placed my hands on the sides of her breasts and pushed them together in the way she liked before I dove my head between them. The sweet smell of her warm skin and the sweat of hours of physical activity combined an intoxicating swirl. All of my senses were overloaded. She grinded on my cock and giggled as I opened my mouth in the deep crevice between each of her perfect tits and began by licking her chest.

"Ohhhhfuccckkk baby yesssssssss" She groaned, and began bouncing her ass faster as encouragement.

I planted kisses directly between her tits, then one on the inside of each breast, slowly working my way towards her nipples. She tasted both sweet and salty, a woman at the peak of her lust, delicious in every way. I wasn't going to last long.

I let my tongue trail across the curve of her breast, all the way to her areola, and right as my tongue flicked over the nub of her nipple I noticed that something had collected on my tongue as I had run it across her body. Salty like sweat, but too thick.

I pulled back from her to look at her breasts, my mind still clouded with lust, but slightly more clear as the fear of what I had consumed was confirmed.

Her tits were gleaming, giant globs and trails of cum catching the light cast from the ceiling fan. And through the trails was a distinct line where my tongue had cleaned Chris's cum from her. Almost without even realizing it - I swallowed, the cum finally leaving my mouth as I looked up at her.

She let out a frustrated groan and vibrated on my cock as she looked down at me, staring at her - lost in my own complex mix of lust, confusion, and disgust.

"It's soooo fucking hot that you love my tits even with cum on them baby holy shitttttt baby I'm so fucking CLOSE pleaseeee keep going, give it to me I want to cum baby PLEASE!"

My mouth still agape and the taste of her skin and Chris's cum on my tongue, I let my eyes fall to each breast. Both nipples had a clear glob of cum on them. I should have been more disgusted than I was but in this moment, getting Julia to cum was the most important thing in the world. So I thrust my face forward and took her nipple into my mouth.

She gasped as my tongue swirled around her nipple and took the cum into my mouth. It's not like I hadn't done this before, but last time it wasn't quite as... liquid.

"HOLY FUCK BABY YESSSS!!!!!" Julia screamed as she bounced her ass on me, loud claps filling the room.

I alternated, in the way she liked and took her other cream covered nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking hard as her body began to shudder and jerk.

"Yessss fuccckkk baby fuck I'm gonna... NGGHH", Julia leaned into me, suffocating me with her breasts as an orgasm crashed into her. I continued licking and sucking her breasts as she shuddered on top of me.

Her aftershocks began to fade as I continued worshipping her breasts. Even covered in another mans cum, her tits were the sexiest thing in the world to me. I'd have time to question the situation later, but while she was on top of me with my face buried between her tits, I wanted to savor the moment.

"thank you baby that was so fucking hot. I love you" Julia cooed as she lay collapsed against me.

I made enough room between her and I to return the words.

We sat like this for a moment, sharing the closeness I so deeply loved having with her. I must have been too wrapped up in her to hear the bathroom door open, and I jumped when Chris spoke up.

"Wanna get more comfortable? Move this to the bedroom?"

Julia giggled softly as I looked up at her.

"What do ya think babe? I'd really like to have both of you in me at the same time." She said, stroking my hair as my tongue continued circling her now spotless breasts.

My mouth was busy so I just nodded and a moment later she was leading both of us to Julia and I's bed.