"Oh, fuck!" she gasped as soon as my cock had slid out of her throat. She had held it there for almost a full minute, massaging my balls with her tongue all the while. We hadn't seen each other for almost a week, so our appetites rivaled those of Erysichthon of Thessaly.

"I'm almost there," I said, stroking my shaft. "Open up," I stated as I slid past her velveteen lips wondering how long I could hold out.

Her gag reflex all but a memory, she soon had a very intimate view of my finely trimmed pubic hair. She gagged still, knowing I enjoyed the sound, and started fucking her own throat with my cock. She shoved herself onto me over and over, gagging and spewing saliva. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The sheer enthusiasm with which she throated my cock was astonishing.

Eventually, I felt that telling surge. It was time. “Here it comes, babe,” I warned. She blinked knowingly and held herself against me, now staring into my soul.

I came.

Semen gushed out of her mouth like a popped water balloon. Saliva and snot shot from her nose, but still she held on. Through the bucking and the convulsing she held strong. She gulped and swallowed continuously. Incredulous, I pulled out of her mouth with a soft pop and bent down to kiss her.

She rose up to greet me, covered in our combined secretions and fluids. She kissed me back with such fervor. I could taste myself, but I didn’t mind. We were both sweaty, sticky messes, what harm is a little more?

We collapsed into bed together, basking in each other’s essence.

“I love you,” I said.

“And I love you,” she responded. “But,” Oh god, I thought. Here it is. “I want to try something more.”

I knew it. I always felt that I was never good enough for her to be my girlfriend, but this just cemented it.

“I want to try a threesome. With another girl.”

“Oh my god. Yes! Of course! Anything you want. I thought you were breaking up with me,” I spurted.

“What? After that epic blowjob?”

“I thought it was like a consolation prize.”

“You’re weird. No, baby, I’m not breaking up with you. I want to watch you fuck some hot bimbo slut while I sit on her face. I’ve had fantastic dreams featuring your cock and some bitch’s tongue.” She started pinching her nipples. “We’d blindfold her, tie her up, fuck her with every toy we own, then throw her on to the bed and cover her in our cum.”

“God that’s hot. Come here,” I growled, pulling her closer. I slid my now rock hard dick between her thighs and started rubbing her lips with it, teasing entry, but not quite penetrating.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, nuzzling into my neck. “Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

And so I did. Lovingly. Longingly. Lustfully. Passion like we’d only experienced a few times before. Missionary. Cowgirl. Reverse Cowgirl. Doggystyle. Sixty-nine. She came. I came. She came again. We continued. It was like the gods themselves had possessed us with sexual, deviant rage. A rage that lasted for hours. Days. Eternity.

A few days later we had come up with a plan. We’d go to the library in a college town nearby and find some innocent little nobody. We’d take her to dinner, bring her home for a night, then throw her back to the world a new woman. Everything was prepared. We had a friend with a limo, a table at a restaurant, and our bedroom all set up. It was time.

There weren’t many girls to pick from, but they all seemed extraordinarily pristine. Some had laptops, some had books, some just magazines. We split up to try to hone in on a target. We nearly gave up in our pursuits and just went to dinner when we spotted her. She was sitting in the corner of a large leather couch with her laptop on her lap, her earbuds in her ears, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, and her hand down her pants. As if she’d noticed us watching her, she quickly pulled her hand back, and went back to what she was doing, absentmindedly licking her fingers.

What a slut. I thought. We wanted someone clean and virginal, not some publicly masturbating whore. I made eye contact with my girl now standing behind her, shaking my head in disapproval. She, however, looked more excited than I’d seen in a long time. She could see the laptop screen. She walked back to me quickly and whispered the news.

“She’s a virgin! She’s writing fan-fiction and listening to erotic short stories.”

“How could you possibly tell?” I asked in hushed tones.

“She’s writing them on a forum for people kicked out of their homes for religious reasons. She’s a lesbian, maybe bi, like us.”

“Should we really try it?” I glanced back over at her. We both knew what it was like to be treated poorly for our sexual orientation. We’d grown up in the church together. The girl looked up and made eye contact. “She knows we’re talking about her.” She got up. “Oh god she’s coming.” She walked past us to the restroom. “I thought for sure we were caught.”

“Let’s go read what she’s been writing.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. I was then very strongly hushed by seemingly everyone in the building. “That’d be a huge invasion of privacy!”

“But what if that’s exactly what I want?” She hadn’t gone to the bathroom at all. She was standing right behind us, staring. “Can I help you two with something or do I need to call campus police?”

I started to panic, stuttering “I- I- We were-”

My ever heroic partner jumped in. “We want to take you to dinner, then maybe something more. You in?”

I can’t believe you’d just ask someone something like that. I thought, astonished, but the girl seemed interested.

“Dinner? Sure. It’s been a long day and I’m getting hungry. Let me grab my stuff.” She rushed back to the couch, packing her laptop in her backpack and hurried back. We all stepped outside. “I’ve been told I’m not adventurous enough for the kind of friends I’d like to have, so let’s give this a shot.”

“What kind of friends would you like to have?” I queried.

“Well, the kind who would take me to dinner and maybe something more. I’ve been alone for far too long.” She was lonely.

“But, we’re total strangers. You don’t even know us.” I stated.

“Well, I’m Rachel and that’s what dinner is for. Let’s go!” And off to the limo and dinner we went.

Things went well. We talked, we laughed, we learned about each other. It was nice. We connected well. Eventually, the check came.

“Well, this may be your last chance to back out. Do you want to come home with us for a drink?” my girlfriend asked.

“I’m only twenty, so I’m supposed to respond with a refusal, but I could go for a coffee,” the ginger said.

“Coffee it is,” I said. I paid, left a hefty tip, and we returned home.

It was about a twenty minute drive, and things got pretty steamy. My girlfriend sat on one side of me, covertly rubbing my hand on her cunt, and our new friend sat on the other side, pretending not to notice, but still blushing a little. I laid my hand on her thigh, attempting to comfort her. She jumped a little, but as I slowly moved my hand up her leg, she didn’t stop me. I didn’t get very far, as we arrived at our destination.

I thanked the driver, and we hurried inside before the wet spot where my girlfriend was sitting was noticed. At the front door, I fumbled with the keys as less and less oxygen flowed to the thinking head and more and more flowed to the other one. My girlfriend grabbed my hand, immediately found the right key, and we went in.

It wasn’t easy, due to some tightness in my pants, but I made my way up the stairs to the kitchen/living room area. I walked over to the little bar we had set up and started the coffee maker. I grabbed a pair of wine glasses and a mug and turned around to find an empty room. I did hear some clutter falling off a table in the entryway. I guess she’s started. I set the coffee maker to be ready in two hours and quickly stripped my shirt off. I fumbled with my belt as they made their way up the stairs. My girlfriend was practically naked, wearing only her thong and buttplug, and our new toy was topless. She had a nice pair of, probably C cups, and freckles all down her chest.

They made their way to the bedroom and I quickly followed. Things were getting hot. I opened the window and turned on the ceiling fan. My girl was working the student’s pants down but she was stopped. “I wanted to say something earlier, but...” She pulled her pants off, the carpet did indeed match the drapes, and a massive, nine inch cock flopped out.

“Oh. My. God.” My girlfriend’s jaw was nearly on the floor. “That’s incredible.” She tore her eyes away to steal a glance in my direction. Speechless, I just nodded. She dove at it. Licking and slobbering all over the shaft and balls. It was even sloppier than the blowjob she’d given me earlier in the week. She cradled our new friend’s balls and circled her cock head with her tongue. Slowly but surely, she put the first inch in her mouth. Our redheaded girl moaned the sexiest moan, and shoved her cock down my girlfriend’s throat.

She gagged. Not the fake, sexy gag she does for me, but a real, true retch. It was incredibly erotic. Rachel pulled back. “I’m so sorry, I’ve never done this before. Was that wrong?”

“Absolutely not,” we both responded.

“Do it again,” my girlfriend begged. She was prepared this time.

And she did. Throwing caution to the wind, Rachel grabbed my girlfriend’s head and began thrusting, ignoring the gagging, the retching, the throat slime, the remnants of tonight’s dinner. My girlfriend was being abused by a woman with a cock larger than mine and I was nearly cumming just from watching.

Maybe those internet trolls were right. Maybe I am a cuck. I thought for a second. Nah. I rejected that thought and jumped into action.