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I sat there, my lap covered in my own cum, as Sam pounded my girlfriend Carissa with his hard cock. Her arms collapsed as she came, mumbling incoherently while Sam continued to use her pussy. Carissa’s ass was perfectly shaped, and I knew from experience there was no better view than the one Sam had as she left her ass up high. His pace picked up suddenly for a few strokes before he pulled out and started cumming blast after blast across her ass cheeks. Carissa moaned as his hot cum hit her skin, her hand snaking under her body to her clit. It didn’t take long before she came again, quietly this time with a whimper.
Sam groaned as he squeezed the last drops of cum onto my girlfriend’s ass. He quickly slipped his pants back on and grabbed his shirt before starting towards the door, “We should do this again, that was fun.” He didn’t even look as he said it, just opened the door and headed out. You know that feeling when you need to say something, but nobody knows what to say, so the silence itself feels heavy, pressuring? Yeah, that’s what the next few minutes felt like. Carissa breathing heavy, catching her breath, me holding my limp dick. In the end, we didn’t say really anything. I grabbed us a couple towels to clean up with, a task we accomplished in silence. The drive home was just as silent, it wasn’t until the next day that either of us really said anything at all.
“I really am sorry, you know. For cheating, I really didn’t mean to, I just got caught up that night. And I’m sorry for last night too, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings.” This wasn’t the pleading apology that started this all off, she was calm, like she’d accepted her fate. “Do you regret it?” She thought about that for a brief moment, “No, I don’t think I do. I was going to say I regret the pain I caused, but it seemed like you enjoyed the pain last night, and I’m a young woman with needs and desires that you aren’t meeting. It needed to come out, needed to be confronted.”
At the time, I was a little confused why that made my dick twitch, “I’m sorry too, for not taking care of you, you know, sexually.” Carissa nodded, “You can get hard though, you DID get hard last night, as hard as I’ve ever seen you.” My face flushed, “Yeah, I don’t really understand it, I don’t know why that happened.” Carissa studied my face, “No, I don’t believe that. Look, if we’re finally going to be honest with each other, I need you to be completely honest. I think you do know. Why?” She was right, “I think at first it was just hot to watch you get the pleasure you needed, without the pressure to provide it. But then, I don’t know, when you started telling me why you cheated, it was like therapeutic or something, like the weight of not being enough for you was lifted.”
Carissa smirked and sat up in our bed, pulling her t-shirt over her head, freeing her perfect tits. Her hands squeezed them, her fingers toying with her hard nipples, “Does that mean you’re able to get hard for me again?” Her hand slipped under the covers and found its way to my cock. Despite being very turned on and wanting to get hard, I was still pretty limp, just a hint of reaction in my cock. Carissa stroked my cock for a few moments as I tried unsuccessfully to will it harder with my mind. “Or do you need me to tell you how good it felt to feel his hard cock sliding between my pussy lips?” It wasn’t the hardest I’d ever been, but that definitely got me hard.
Carissa giggled as she straddled me, her pussy lips pressing against the underside of my cock. She started grinding on me, “Does it help if I tell you his cock gets harder than yours ever has?” I groaned, she slipped my cock inside her and kept grinding, “Oh that made you hard, didn’t it?” I was already trying not to cum, her pussy felt so good wrapped around me and all I could picture was his cock slamming into her cunt the night before. “I could’ve been happy with this you know. But after him…I didn’t know cocks could get that hard. Ungh.” She was grinding faster, I was hoping I could last until she came. “Now, I think I need to feel his rock hard cock again. It’s your fault really.” I came instantly, spurting my load into her.
Carissa giggled again, “Well, at least you’re consistent. You always were a little quick.” She slipped off me and shuffled her hips towards my face, “Lick me, I wanna cum.” I must’ve made a face, “Just lick my clit, there’s no cum on it, it’s your fault I didn’t cum anyway.” She had a point. I stuck out my tongue and began gently licking her clit. She sighed, “Good boy.” She got more and more into it as I licked her, she grabbed my hair and started grinding on my face, leaving a snail trail of cum on my chin. I reached up to wipe it away, “Stop being such a baby. It’s your mess you made anyway, eat my pussy and make me fucking cum.” She pressed into my face and started grinding hard, her grip on my hair tightening. “That’s it, eat my fucking pussy! YESYES YESSS! Oh fuck…” She came with a yelp, her hips continuing to rock on my face.
We had more sex over the next week than we had in the last month, but still the only way to get me hard was for Carissa to talk about fucking Sam, talk about how much harder his dick was, how much longer he lasted. She was getting better at not pushing me over the edge before she came, but most of the time I finished her with my tongue as my load coated my lips and face. It tasted better than I expected and I was getting used to it. I was getting used to the dirty talk too. Instead of keeping me from cumming too fast, it just made me go soft, an issue that Carissa tried to fix by telling me new details about the night in the bar. I’m pretty sure she made up some new stuff just to get me hard, but even that was having little effect by the end of the following week.
Then she came home a little late from work one day. Not too late, but she came through the door carrying her jacket, her hair a little messy, marching with confidence straight up to me on the couch. She threw her stuff on a chair as she crossed the room and pulled her skirt up as she climbed up on the couch, straddling me. I could see something on her pussy as she lowered it to my face, “Eat my fucking pussy.” I didn’t have much of a choice, so I began lapping at her lips, running my tongue up to her clit as she moaned. She tasted like cum, but obviously not mine. It tasted slightly different too, not as bitter, better. Of course even his cum would taste better than mine. “Oh fuck yes, right there…”
“It was Sam, but you probably wouldn’t care if it was someone new. I needed to get fucked and you just haven’t been able to rise to the occasion lately…oh shit!” I could feel my dick getting harder in my pants, “I met him at his car after work, I swear his cock was hard before I even got there. It felt so good in my hand, way harder than yours. I think it bruised my throat when he fucked my face in the car.” My dick was straining in my pants now, I did my best to flick my tongue back and forth across her clit as she held my hair and used my face like a sex toy. “That’s it, keep going…goddamn it. He fucked me in the back seat…right there don’t stop…His dick stuck straight up like a flagpole…YESYESYESYES IMFUCKINGCUMMING!”
I let her recover and slid my tongue down along her lips, tasting even more of his cum as it dripped out of her. When she caught her breath, she stepped off the couch and tugged my pants down, freeing my dick. “Of course that gets you hard.” Carissa stroked me a few times before straddling my dick. “I didn’t have to hold his cock up, all I had to do was sit on that fat hard cock and feel it fill my cunt. Not like you.” She started grinding with my dick in her, “His cock was so hard I could just bounce on it until I came, yours barely stays in even if I just grind on it.” I could feel his cum coating the walls of her pussy, so silky and slick as she worked her hips. “It felt so fucking good, I could feel him hitting deep with that steel rod of a cock.”
I could feel my dick getting harder as Carissa continued grinding, gritting her teeth, “It’s your. Fucking. Fault. Your girlfriend getting fucked like a slut in the back of a car because you can’t get it up!” THAT got me hard. “Of course that makes you harder. Fuck yeah, unnngh. Fucking apologize for your limp dick! FUCK!” God I felt hard and I was getting close, “I’m sorry for my limp dick, I’m sorry I can’t give you the hard cock you need.” Carissa was bouncing on my dick now, “Ungh, fuck, say sorry for me having to fuck him.” I didn’t hesitate, “I’m sorry you have to fuck Sam because I can’t fuck you like you need.” Carissa let out a scream and slammed down on my dick as she came. My dick was twitching inside her, my own orgasm ruined by her lack of movement and the way her hips had me pinned to the couch.
Once Carissa caught her breath she looked down and noticed my cum leaking past my dick. “Did you make a mess in my pussy?” I looked down, “I’m sorry for my mess.” Carissa smirked, “That’s ok baby, but you know you need to clean it up.” Carissa stood and pressed her pussy against my face again, “What do we say?”
“Thank you Carissa.”
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