An Egg In The Nest
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She fell to the rug and I followed her on my knees, keeping my dick in her mouth as long as possible. Her big tits wobbled. I left the cock buried in her and it was so fat it stayed inside. I leaned back against the door, watching her.
Neither of us spoke. As our breathing returned to normal, she slowly moved a hand down between her legs until she found the big ball-sack and gripped it. Moments later she was slowly working that big penis in and out again. She was insatiable. From my angle I saw how her labia were forced far apart and her tiny pussy stuffed with cock and deep down in my mind I felt a wild and savage arousal. She looked so good getting fucked. She looked so good filled with cock. I shook my head. Her sweet hole struggled to accept that much meat and I loved it. A minute later she came again, curling into a little fetal ball, trembling.
I got us both into bed where we dropped into a deep sleep. Hours later I awoke as Teresa sucked my penis under the covers. I climaxed surprisingly quickly as she drank it out of me and then snuggled under my arm, her head on my chest. We fell back asleep.
In the following weeks we used our new toy often. Teresa had no defense against it. Any time I pushed it up into her she became a submissive slut. One night after an especially exhausting and slightly drunk sex session I started asking her about her previous relationship. She was uncomfortable talking about it, mostly because she let him walk all over her and was embarrassed about it, but I patiently stuck with it and she opened up.
His name was Samuel but everyone called him Sammy and she'd know him since the fifth grade. He was her first and only boyfriend and had taken her virginity early. He was naturally athletic and played every sport and in high school had scouts in the stands every game. She knew he cheated on her but never caught him and the more success he had the bigger asshole he became. After years of emotional bruising, she finally ended it for good six months before she met me.
Maybe I asked it because of the alcohol but my next question turned things weird.
“I suspect he was, um, much bigger than me. Is that right?”
Teresa looked up into my eyes.
“Why would you ask that?” she inquired, slightly irritated. “Why would you care?”
I had no good answer so I went with the truth.
“Insecurity, I guess. Just silly male fears.”
Her face softened. “You have nothing to worry about, Brad, my sweet man. You satisfy me completely.”
I considered her non-answer answer and after a moment, pressed again.
“So, is he?”
She met my eyes and I saw her mind racing. She contemplated a dozen replies before lowering her eyes.
“Yes,” she stated.
“A lot?”
“Yes.”
“Bigger than Brian?”
Her eyes came up flashing. I saw dangerous excitement before she buried it.
“How would I know?”
I explained I saw her that first night in the kitchen. I left out her trips to the fire escape. She listened intently, watching to see if I was jealous or angry. When she felt confident, she answered.
“No, Brian is bigger.”
“I appreciate your honesty,” I offered. “I appreciate your desire to spare my feelings. I'm totally okay with this topic, though. I got the size I got, you know? I'm not little, thank God.”
She smiled. “No, you're not.”
“But you like them big?”
Her jaw fell open.
“Brad!”
I stood my ground. She looked at the wall, the bed, the window, and then, finally, my eyes.
“Okay, yes.”
I nodded. “That explains some things,” I admitted. I picked up our toy and she laughed and looked away.
“You love this big guy. I think I'll name him Brian. Naming him Sammy would be too weird. A little weird is cool.”
I thought about telling her I'd seen her on the balcony but it seemed strangely creepy to me, like I'd been stalking my own girlfriend. She was still gawking at me over my Brian-naming comment.
“It'll be our secret,” I suggested. “The real Brian will have no idea. We can have scandalous fun with it. I know he's hot and hung. I see the babes he brings home. It would be pretty unbelievable if you felt nothing for him. He's my best friend and I trust him, and you,” I quickly added and she missed the slight pause. “I'll be honest too,” I continued. “When I see this big dick fucking you, it turns me on. I love seeing you like that. I can't explain why.”
“That's interesting. I worried you'd be jealous or intimidated. You really shocked me when you took us to that store. I didn't know what to think. I was super worried when we watched that old guy jack off. I guess I have an exhibitionistic streak I wasn't aware of. I thought you might be mad once we left.”
“Did you want to touch that old guy? He was pretty big.”
“No! Ew. He was gross.”
“You stared right at his cock like you wanted it. You couldn't pull your eyes away. I know you loved the way he looked at you.”
“What woman wouldn't? I felt gorgeous. He wanted to devour me. Who doesn't like inspiring that in a man? I wanted him to want me but I did not reciprocate. You're right though, he did have a big dick. That part turned me on.”
My penis twitched and she saw it.
“Oh, really?” She teased. “You like it when I talk dirty? Did it turn you on when I stared at his big cock?”
Damn it. I grew a little more despite my efforts not to. Every time she said 'big cock' my heart raced a little faster.
“His big cock was nice, Honey. It was thick with lots of veins. I've only seen a few of them but his looked really masculine. It turned me on.”
I shifted on the bed and pulled the covers onto my lap.
A light-bulb went off for her. “Wait a second... did you want me to touch it?”
“No, of course not.”
“Oh, okay, because right now it seems like you did.”
I didn't answer. Had I wanted her to touch it? I was growing more anxious with each second. I changed subjects.
“Do you ever see Sammy?”
She was successfully distracted. “Yes. After my Lit class I cut across campus and that takes me passed the gym. Every now and then I see him working out.”
Great. Brilliant subject change, Brad.
I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling her nape. Faint traces of morning perfume still lingered. I grew a little more and she felt it on her back.
“You know I can't resist that,” she said, rolling to face me. Her face disappeared into my lap under the covers and her mouth enveloped me. I put both hands on the back of her head. The Brian toy lay on the bed next to her ass and I reached for it. The thing was still wet from our earlier romp. I aimed the head between her pussy lips and gently pushed. Teresa groaned deep in her throat and lifted her butt. I sank more in.
She sucked me as I fucked her with it but really my attention was on her. The effect this large cock had on her was remarkable. She craved it. She loved being filled with it. I stayed completely focused on her, learning what she loved and what she really, really loved, until I made her cum with it much later. I realized my sweet girlfriend is more like cheerleader Kandy than I originally understood and that in spite of her advanced intelligence and sophistication, she too was an easy victim to a man with a big cock. This was her Achilles heel, her Kryptonite.
Weeks became months. Teresa rented her place to another student and moved in with me and Brian. Brian kept a steady stream of hot college babes flowing through the apartment but we actually saw less and less of him.
The semester ended so we both took part time work. Our scholarships covered everything but left no money for extras. In-between semesters I usually picked up work busing tables and she served drinks. The summer passed quickly and we both agreed to really focus on our last year in school.
We talked about moving in together once we graduated and then shared our ideas with Brian. He understood this was most l
ikely our last year as roommates.
Teresa would enter the world of finance and I would pursue a career in engineering and we could have jobs waiting for us if we played it right. We were hopelessly and happily in love and knew how lucky we were. Our sex life actually increased in both frequency and intensity. New toys joined our Brian-toy and she always choose the biggest and most realistic.
Teresa surprised me on one trip to the adult store when she picked a male-torso bed mate; it was a man's body from knees to neck, minus arms, and came complete with a massive tower of bendable cock. Once you had it where you wanted it, pressing down locked it in place. She'd ride her new friend while I climbed all over her, sucking nipples and kissing her body. She'd ride him cowgirl and I'd feed her my dick or lick her clit. One night after a few drinks we tried double penetration, him in her pussy and me behind her, conquering her ass, but it was too much. He was too big. I did get a finger inserted and when she came I thought she might pass-out from the intensity of her orgasm.
Although only latex replicas, the addition of a second cock had a slow and subtle effect on me. I started talking dirty to her about fucking two men at once and her response was always eager and accepting. I began to prefer double fucking her. Sometimes we just made sweet and simple love with lots of kissing and nuzzling, but most often she wanted it harder than that and so did I. Two cocks at the same time became our new normal.
Once while we were having dinner in a nice restaurant I caught her looking at our waiter. After he'd gone I asked her what that look in her eye meant. She tried to deflect but I persisted and eventually she confessed she found him attractive. That night in bed I teased her as she rode her bed-buddy that it was actually the waiter under her and wow did she explode with lust. Her orgasm was so strong she burst into sobs. After that she started pointing out hot guys whenever we were out and then she'd fantasy-fuck them that night.
I realize now the moment was inevitable, but at the time it really shocked me. Teresa and I were lying in bed wearing sweats and reading homework when she folded her book shut and rested it on her lap. She waited for me to notice.
“Could you actually do it?” she asked.
I raised a questioning eyebrow. She often has a conversation in her head and then shares only the tail end of it with me.
“A threesome,” she stated. “We talk about it all the time; during sex, out for dinner, shopping at the mall. I always thought it was just a fantasy and would always remain so but lately I'm not so sure. You are so into the moment when you watch me and clearly I love it. Sometimes I wonder if you want me to really do it. Do you?”
I instantly had the obligatory “No” ready, but for reasons I did not understand, I did not say it. I kept my mouth shut.
“Interesting,” she smiled.
My stomach flipped over and my throat went dry. I felt like we had unexpectedly crossed a threshold and I was completely unprepared.
“Do you?” I croaked. “Do you want us to have a threesome? Me and you and another guy?”
She looked down at her hands a long time. “I do,” she murmured at last.
My heart skipped several beats and when it started again it was beating a hundred times faster. I was stunned. This was a huge step. The love of my life was telling me she wanted another man to fuck her and since she'd said threesome I had to assume she meant for me to be right there too but maybe she just wanted to fuck him while I watched, the way we do in bed so often.
Had we been moving towards this moment all along?
A whimper escaped my lips.
Sudden images flood my brain; my lovely Teresa on her back, legs spread wide and inviting pussy on display, an actual faceless man moving up between her thighs, fully engorged and inching closer to her shiny wet pussy. She reaches down and her delicate fingers encircle his shaft and gently pull him forward. Her labia flower as the head pierces her and her head falls back as she moans...
I whimpered again.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
A battle raged inside me. I absolutely hated the idea of another man touching her. I believed just the sight would kill me. Yet all our double-dick sex-play had laid the ground work. I could not help but imagine what a real living penis would do to her. I knew exactly how she would react and honestly, I wanted to see that. I craved the experience even as I loathed another male presence. For months I'd teased us both with the fantasy and the law of diminished returns had caught up to me.
I met her eyes, hoping for guidance, but in them saw the same conflict which flared in me; she wanted it too but feared it as deeply as I did. She looked so vulnerable. She'd answered truthfully knowing how dangerous her response was. We'd always been honest with each other and now here was a moment which could damage our relationship and she'd stayed true. She'd taken the high road. I had to admire her courage. I melted. She wasn't asking for it; she was only admitting she wanted it.
I took a huge breath. If she could be that brave, so could I. I realized I had not yet answered her and she was waiting nervously.
“Yes, Baby, I'm okay.” I kissed the back of her hand and then held it. I exhaled deeply. “Whom?” I asked, my heart bouncing around inside my chest and my head spinning.
Her eyes opened wide.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “That's a big jump! I can't believe you are already wondering who! I thought you'd get irritated at me for even bringing it up. Do you really want the answer to that question? Think about what you're asking, Honey.”
“Teresa, I'm not agreeing to it, I'm only speculating about the idea. Who you pick makes a tremendous difference to me. I need you to identify all the variables. Whatever you do, please don't say Brian.”
“Ha! That would be too weird. He's super-hot but we still have to live with him for a year. Can you imagine how awkward? I'd never know which bed I'd be sleeping in at night.”
I knew she was joking to relieve tension but that comment bit.
She chewed her bottom lip. I thought she was thinking but after a second I realized she already had something to say but was afraid to say it.
“Say it,” I said.
“Brad, you have to understand I never expected the conversation to go this way this fast. It's not like I'm sitting around dreaming of a threesome. My original question was rhetorical. I'm shocked you're asking me who I'd pick. Doesn't that make the whole thing so much more real?”
“Yes, but let's both have some back-bone here. We agreed to only speak the truth, right. Not just when it's comfortable. So stop buying time and answer me; whom? Whom would you pick? Be honest.”
“Samuel,” she blurted. “Sam, Sammy.”
I looked down at my chest, perplexed no knife stuck out of it. The pain I was experiencing said a knife should be protruding. Of all the men on earth, she picks her well-hung ex. Not Brad Pitt, not George Clooney. She could have any guy on campus, fuck, she could have any guy on earth, and she goes back to one she has an intense history with. Fuck. I kept my face calm. On top of that, Sam screwed her over and treated her shitty. Sam lied to her. Sam hurt her. Sam tore her down and disrespected her and yet she still wants to fuck him. I will never understand women.
When I looked up she was terrified. She was sure she had gone too far, been too honest, pushed the envelope and hurt me deeply, unforgivably. I did not trust myself to speak so I nodded several times while I caught my breath and got my feet back under me.
“Wow,” I exhaled. “Just, wow. That surprises me, Teresa. Why him?”
She spoke tentatively. “For closure, mostly. I'd use him for sex and that would balance the scales somewhat. I'd be giving him a dose of his own medicine. I'd get revenge when he saw how I no longer cared about him at all.”
“Are you sure you're capable of that?”
“Oh yes. He'd know. He'd know and it would upset him. I know that's pretty callous and shitty of me but I don't care.”
At least her answer made some sense, but in a perfect-chick logic kind of way. My initial shock
had faded and I'd gone into calculating engineer mode; he was safe, clean, available, known, and hung. I shook my head. How could I even consider this? I calmed myself. The truth is I was considering it. The idea of Teresa with two penises at the same time was powerful. I imagined approaching Sam and discussing our plan with him. No way. Teresa had to ask him, not me.
“I'm still not saying okay, but how would this happen? No way am I inviting him to fuck my girlfriend. Have you thought about the details? I know your mind and I'm pretty sure you have. How would you make this happen?”
“It's pretty easy, actually. Like an ass he hits on me every time he sees me, so I just make sure he sees me and this time instead of telling him to shut the fuck up I say okay but my boyfriend gets to watch. He'll go for it in a second. I know him. He won't care that you're there. He might get off on it; doing me one last time in front of my new guy. Once we get started, you join in, if you want.” She was trying to keep her face calm but I saw excitement in her eyes. Minutes ago this had been abstract and rhetorical; now suddenly we were working out the details. I suspected this idea had not just occurred to her as she certainly had it all planned. I wondered how many times I'd fucked her with one of our toys and she'd been imagining it was Sam.
She was waiting for me to comment but I took my time answering. I tried to imagine the day after; would we be glad we'd done it or filled with regret? If we did it and hated it we didn't have to do it again, ever. I thought about the variables; what if I liked it and she didn't or she liked it and I didn't? What if I was too intimidated and couldn't get hard and only Sam fucked her? Strangely, that worry aroused me.
I explained my concerns to her and saw the excitement growing in her eyes. She had not expected the conversation to go like this. She listened carefully and then we discussed our fears and we agreed to err on the side of caution; if either of us did not like it, even a little, we never repeated it and the other party never brought it up again.