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🕑 Added 2023-04-16 13:46:24 +0000 UTCBarbara should have it all. She's a famous, well-respected pornstar, has a gorgeous girlfriend, and everyone around her is practically throwing themselves at her!
So... why has she been so nervous lately? A little more shy, a little less dominant... and why does mentioning about her girlfriend's new 'friend' make her voice catch and her dick harden?~
“Nnhhaa… harder, mommy!”
Barbara grunted, straining to keep Jayme locked in their full nelson, swinging her hips furiously as the director pushed the camera in closer. It was hot under the studio lights, even more so in the getup Barbara was wearing; the statuesque pornstar was wearing a liquid-black vinyl catsuit, so tight on her lean, strong body that it looked as if it had been poured onto her. The only openings were around her neck, leaving her face open to the air and allowing her long blonde hair to tumble down her back, and between her legs, allowing 14 twitching, wrist-thick inches of girlmeat out of her bodysuit, and into the ass of the cute enby currently squealing for mercy in her grip. She grunted as she hilted inside Jayme’s ass again, glancing over at the director out of the corner of her eye. He was nodding approvingly, and tapped his wrist when he saw Barbara looking over at him.
Barbara had been a professional pornstar long enough to know that was her cue to cum. She pulled Jayme in closer, squishing her tits against their back. Fuck… they had been in the industry for a while now, but their ass was still as tight as the first time Barbara had done a scene with them. It felt so good… but… even totally dominating Jayme like this wasn’t quite enough to tip her over the edge…
“Nggh… y-you’re such a stud mommy…” Jayme whined.
Stud? As if. What kind of stud lets me do this to her girlfriend…~
Barbara’s breath caught as the fragment slipped up unbidden from her subconscious… and gave an almost despairing whine as she finally finished, her balls drawing up as she splattered Jayme’s insides with a thick load of virile baby batter.
“Hhhaaa… good cock holster…” Barbara breathed, running one hand through the sweaty shock of Jayme’s hair. The pair of them collapsed back onto one of the couches in the studio, and a bell rang to indicate that the shoot was over.
***
A few minutes later, the two performers were catching their breath on the side of the set, as the rest of the staff cleaned up the mess they’d made in the studio.
“H-holy shit… that was great… seriously, I still think the biggest cock I’ve ever taken working this job is yours…” Jayme sighed dreamily over the chatter of the crew, and Barbara couldn’t help giving a slightly self-satisfied shrug.
“I’m glad you think so. Although I think I need to work out more, I was flagging a little when I had to hold you up at the end there,” Barbara chuckled. Jayme smiled wickedly, shuffling closer to her.
“Awww, sorry, it might have been me, I have put on a few pounds lately…” their hand closed around Barbara’s wrist, and guided it across their soft stomach, before sliding it down onto their rump… Barbara bit her lip. It was true; when they had started working together, Jayme had been pretty skinny, but the extra weight (while a little more difficult to throw around) certainly made them look a lot more… well… breedable …
They leaned in to her, their soft voice tickling Barbara’s ears.
“Wanna come back to my place? I know we’ve had a long day, but… god, no one can fill me up the way you do, I feel like I’m gonna get pregnant every time you pump a load into me…~”
She shivered, and felt her cock twitch , threatening to harden up again. There was a time when Barbara would have jumped at the opportunity to follow a co-star back to their place for some after-work fun, but…
“A-ah, I can’t, sorry, my girlfriend is waiting for me, y’know…?”
Jayme looked a little put out, but recomposed themself quickly, getting up and stretching.
“I feel ya, maybe next time! Can’t let the girl with the biggest, baddest cock in the business go all unfulfilled with her frumpy girlfriend,” they winked cheekily at Barbara, before sloping off to go and flirt with the director. Barbara shook her head affectionately, before heading off to grab her things and head home.
In her dressing room, she looked down at her civvies for a few moments, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt neatly folded on her chair, before glancing back over at her coat, biting her lip. Well… she was pretty tired… nobody would blame her for just throwing on her coat and walking home, right?
She tried not to think about the fact that her judgement was probably a little clouded by the fact that she knew what was waiting for her when she got there… and it was keeping her rock-hard, even after using Jayme to milk herself several times on-set! Glancing around conspiratorially, she pulled on the long coat, the cream fabric contrasting the liquid black of her bodysuit, which of course was still visible from the thighs-downward, on her hands, and in the material that stretched up her neck… but it was dark out, so it’d be fine, right?
The built-in heels clicked against the paving slabs, barely audible in the darkened, noisy streets of Vihdale’s residential quarter at 9PM. Barbara glanced around nervously, as late-night shoppers returned home, and students headed out to party, conscious of the way the streetlamps highlighted her latex outfit in soft orange tones. It was early autumn, and the chill in the air had no bite in it yet, just cool enough for Barbara to feel her cock swinging gently against the open air, and be constantly reminded of what she was doing as the crowds filtered past her.
I-I’m not doing anything! I just wanted to get home in a hurry, is all…
Home…
Barbara was lost in thought for a second, and was only brought back to reality when she glanced downward and realised that even just a little fantasising had had an effect on her; her coat was now totally tented out as her cock drooled a steady stream of precum onto the sidewalk, and stained the material! Fuck, fuck, it was totally visible-
“Whoa!” Barbara whipped around, and found herself face to face with a thickly-set older woman, who dropped both her grocery bags in shock at Barbara’s appearance, her hands covering her mouth.
“A-ahh, um, sorry!” Barbara stammered out, trying to slip away into the crowd, but the woman’s hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist.
“H-hold on there, you can’t just… I mean…” the woman was blushing furiously and her brunette hair had gotten frizzed up, clearly just as flustered as Barbara was. Barbara squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the suburban MILF to give her a dressing down for looking so indecent in public-
“That is to say… are you working…?”
Huh?
Barbara’s eyes snapped open, and she stared down at her new acquaintance.
“Um… n-no, you’ve got the wrong idea-”
“Are you suuuure?~” the smile lines on her face resolved into something more lurid as she glanced down at the tent in Barbara’s coat.
“I’ve got plenty of money… I just need a little comfort, my husband has been away for soooo long and I’m totally getting worked up…”
Ahhh, shit. Barbara got this a lot. This woman clearly needed a tall, hung stud to pin her down and put her in her place a little. Someone like Barbara… really, she should just shake her off and walk away. But being out in public like this… having her appearance called out by a stranger for being lewd… it felt so good …
“S-sorry, I know how it looks, b-but I’m not licensed by the guild for that sort of-”
“Awww, shame…” the older woman reached out, casually cupping Barbara’s tits. Barbara whimpered.
“You must just be naive then… walking around dressed like that , what hot-blooded woman could resist? Come onnn… I’ll pay for the hotel room and everything, I just need to get topped to blow off some steam~”
“I-I… nggghh… have a girlfriend…” Barbara tried, which, thankfully, seemed to snap the older woman out of her lust-induced haze.
“O-oh, sorry dear,” she looked a little embarrassed and disappointed, seeming to only just now notice that she had been grabbing Barbara’s boobs, and backing off.
“I just got a little excited, that’s all…”
“Aa-aah, no problem! T-try the guild, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of girls who’d be happy to help!” Barbara called over her shoulder as she fled, click click click ing along the street toward the apartment complex where she lived. Thankfully, she made it up the stairs to the fourth floor without further issue (although the thrill hadn’t subsided enough for her cock to have softened yet), before slowing on the landing. To her left was the balcony railing that ran along the corridor. It was open to the air and illuminated by the smooth pinks and purples of Vihdale at night, permitting in the faint rumble of engines, the chatter of people, and the soft whoosh of the maglev. All of it faded, however, as Barbara stepped forward, along the line of doors to her right, before stopping at the end of the row. Unconsciously, she took her keys out, to fiddle with as the handle came into focus through the gloom…
Barbara’s heart pounded as she approached the door. Fuck. There it was. The necktie around the handle… she thrust her keys back into her pocket. On days like this, she didn’t enter the apartment like that. Instead, with shaking hands, she knocked on the door… before getting to her knees, nervously biting her lip as she waited. For almost a minute there was no response, before finally she heard some footsteps, muffled conversation, the lock clicking, and the door swung open, and Barbara was looking up adoringly at her girlfriend.
“H-hey Syl…” she breathed. Her girlfriend was as beautiful as ever. Her red hair was in a pixie cut that was just starting to grow a little out of control, her eyes were pools of liquid emerald that Barbara knew she could just lose herself in, and she greeted Barbara with the same kind, loving smile she always did.
“Welcome home, honey! How was work- ah, oops!” Syl giggled as something thick, warm, and yellowy slid off her bare tits, and splattered on Barbara’s face. Barbara, for her part, could feel her cock drooling all over the hallway floor. Her girlfriend’s light brown skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, her green lipstick was smudged, and her huge, soft tits were covered in thick ropes of cum… much thicker than even Barbara’s stud-dick could produce.
“A-ah… n-not bad, thanks for asking babe…” Barbara managed to stammer out, when her nostrils flared. Ngghh… that smell… so gross…
“Huh? Oh, great, you’re back,” another face appeared at the door, this one smirking cruelly down at Barbara. Chubby, with thick glasses and long, tangled dark hair, Holly was still every bit the kind of dweeby loser who Barbara had bullied back in high school. A pale hand smacked against Syl’s ass, and Barbara’s breath hitched. Holly kept eye contact the whole time as she took a handful of Syl’s butt, her defiant gaze daring Barbara to say something. The “stud” broke first, staring at the ground as Syl’s shameful moans washed over her.
“O-ooh… come on in dear, tell me a-about your day,” Syl’s voice was shaky as she moved back, letting Barbara climb to her feet and come inside. She pulled off her coat and shut the door, before meekly following behind the couple as they entered the bedroom. Fuck. How had things gotten like this…?
***
It had started reasonably enough. One evening, after work, Syl had sat down with Barbara in their small living room and explained that, well, she had certain… needs that weren’t being satisfied. While she was happy with Barbara, the paradox of being a big-dicked pornstar’s girlfriend was that oftentimes, Barbara was too exhausted from fucking all day to have sex with her.
Syl clutched one of the maroon cushions from their little couch, her words partially muffled as she spoke into it.
“Would you… be ok if I started having sex with other people? J-just to help me blow off steam… I feel so pent-up, but I hate the idea of making you force yourself when you’ve been hard at work all day, just because you’re worried about me…”
Barbara, of course, had no problem at all with this. She reached over, and gave Syl’s knee a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh, babe, of course not! I completely understand, and I’m really glad you talked to me about it. If you feel like that’s what you need, I’ll support you all the way!”
She paused, and chuckled a little.
“Besides, my day job is having sex with people who aren’t you, I can’t exactly turn around and say it’d be wrong for you to do the same, right?”
Besides, Barbara thought, what did she have to feel insecure about? They were both settling into a mellow, domestic relationship very happily, and when Barbara did have the energy, she knew for a fact that nobody could make Syl scream like she could. There was no need to worry-
“W-well, that’s great! To be honest, I’ve actually kinda been talking with someone for a while already… we haven’t done anything yet, I wanted to make sure you were ok with it, first, b-but I might go and see her tonight…”
Barbara paused, butterflies suddenly swirling in her stomach. Wait. Tonight? That was… her breath caught, and she knew on some level she was starting to panic. Barbara had expected to at least have a short adjustment period to get used to the idea, but in a single moment the abstract idea of Syl having sex with someone who wasn’t her became a reality.
“W-well, h-hold on babe, I-”
“Oh, right, of course, it’d be rude not to show you who I mean!” Syl misread Barbara’s anxiety, but thankfully what she did next totally cured it. She pulled her phone from her sweatpants, and pushed it into Barbara’s face. Barbara had to sit back, and when she did she only just managed to bite back a derisive laugh. This was her competition? Some nerd girl? The selfie (of the girl who Barbara would shortly learn was named Holly) had been taken in a darkened room, with Holly’s gloomy expression contrasted by the peace sign she was doing to the camera. It looked like she hadn’t been outside (or showered) in days, and Barbara was especially relieved to see that the bed was piled high with at least three body pillows. Sure, she was cute , in a dorky kind of way, but compared to someone like Barbara? No chance.
Ok. If Syl was just going to have a little fun with this shut-in, maybe pop her cherry, there really wasn’t anything to worry about.
“She looks nice!” Barbara smiled, pushing Syl’s phone back towards her… and inadvertently swiping the screen, to the next picture in her gallery.
Same room. Same girl.
Presumably that girl’s disgusting, oversized, uncut bitchbreaker.
The first thing Barbara thought was; lucky bitch . She had always resented the fact that she was circumcised; uncut cocks looked grosser when they were big, and cuter when they were small. Sure, she was proud of her cock, but even if this one wasn’t… gulp … considerably bigger than hers, it would be more impressive just by having that thick hood of doughy foreskin over the head. Hell, she wasn’t just uncut, this girl looked as if she had pretty severe phimosis…
Thought number two; oh shit , my girlfriend is gonna have sex with this person... she glanced up at Syl, who was still anxiously rambling.
“... a-and, like, because of you I’ve kinda gotten used to bigger ones…” she gave Barbara’s lap an appreciative glance, “... so I tried to find someone who could match you, a-and, well, I guess I succeeded…~”
Barbara felt her cheeks heat up. Syl probably didn’t even realise she was doing it, but her thighs were rubbing together, and she was nibbling on the cushion, a line of drool running down her chin. Her girlfriend was so excited to get ruined by this nerd’s cock…
Thought number three (after this, everything got too blurry to really keep track); what is this feeling? I’m nervous, but also…
When two tectonic plates push against one another, the stresses build and build and build over millions of years. From the outside looking in, it can seem stable, but along the fault line the pressure churns tons of material into molten rock. Everything is fine… until one day, something shifts. A little shock that barely registers, but will shortly lead to something apocalyptic.
Barbara swallowed. Her belly was molten, overflowing with magma. Something inside that had previously been totally secure slipped a little. Shortly, everything would change.
***
“Gosh, so two different people came onto you today? Well, it makes sense sweetie, you’re gorgeous after all!” Syl sighed lovingly as she looked over at her girlfriend, before a frown overtook her expression.
“But you know, it’s ok for you to say yes to that sort of thing, you’re so accommodating of Holly and I, I really wouldn’t mind…”
“A-ah, um, you know, I just-”
Syl leaned in and gave Barbara a peck on the cheek, cutting her off, and Barbara tried not to shake too badly. Fuck. Her girlfriend’s breath stank of Holly’s dick, again … Barbara couldn’t remember the last time Syl had kissed her and that hadn’t been the case, or had even given her anything more than the most chaste, condescendingly affectionate cheek-kiss.
“I guess you’re just too loyal to me! That’s so sweet of you honey~”
Barbara’s hands twitched, and she almost reached out to grab her girlfriend’s bare tits, which she hadn’t felt in months… when from behind, Holly’s hands snuck under Syl’s arms and grabbed them first, roughly kneading them while Syl gasped.
“I don’t think that’s why she turned them down, babe… I just think she’s lost all the confidence now that she knows what a real cock looks like,” Holly snickered, and Barbara glared at her.
“N-now hold on Holly, don’t say such cruel things to Barbara, sh-she-”
Syl leaned back to gently admonish Holly, and Barbara’s cock quivered as Holly carelessly stuck her tongue in her girlfriend’s mouth. Syl closed her eyes and leant into the kiss, any thoughts of defending Barbara disappearing as she revelled in every moment of it… totally oblivious to Holly’s sly smirk as she locked eyes with Barbara, carelessly working her hips as she rubbed something huge against Syl’s ass.
“Mmgghh… puah … y-you remembered that it’s me and Holly’s date night tonight, right babe?” Syl asked, a string of drool still connected Syl and Holly’s mouths as Barbara nodded tamely. Syl smiled.
“You wanna watch this time, too?~”
Barbara nodded again. Fuck. When she was like this… when Syl was like this, Barbara suddenly felt like she was back to being a nervous virgin, barely able to get a word out around her crush.
The lightbulb in Barbara and Syl’s bedroom had blown years ago, and they had yet to replace it; instead, the soft glow of fairy lights strung up on the ceiling and the bedside lamp lit the space up. There was a computer tucked into one corner with a desk and chair, where Barbara set herself down, the latex of her outfit creaking as she did. Holly, meanwhile, reclined on the bed, wiggling her hips and giggling at the way Syl’s gaze helplessly followed her cock from side to side. Barbara couldn’t blame her; she couldn’t take her eyes off it either.
Holly lazily wrapped a hand around the base of it, her fingers barely meeting her thumb because of the brutal thickness of the thing, and tugged her foreskin back… revealing what a freakish, overproductive cock, severe phimosis, and a serious aversion to showering would get you; a thick, yellowy layer of disgusting smegma . Syl let out a breathy, reverent moan, and leaned in, eager to start cleaning, and Barbara sat forward in her chair-
“Hey. Why are you just sitting in the corner like that? It’s kinda creepy, you know,” Holly gave Barbara a careless smirk, placing her free hand on Syl’s head to momentarily hold her in place. She made a pathetic, keening whine, weakly pushing against Holly.
“Ah ah… not yet~” Holly snickered at Syl’s disappointed expression, before returning her gaze to Barbara.
“Why don’t you hop up on the bed? I don’t mind you joining in, and I’m sure your dear girlfriend wouldn’t either… she might want to go down a size to unwind a little, I’ve been stretching her out all day after all~” Barbara’s knuckles whitened as her grip on the chair’s armrests tightened. She was being mocked… mocked by this shut-in nerd… god, why did it have to make her so hard?
In a moment, Barbara was laying on her back next to Holly. Despite their similar positions, the differences between the girls couldn’t have been more pronounced; the much shorter Holly was relaxed and easygoing, sitting with her legs slightly spread as she held Syl’s head with one hand, and lazily jerked off with the other. Barbara, meanwhile, was ramrod stiff, both in the obvious sense and in terms of her posture, hands balled up in the sheets and nervously nibbling her lip. She considered squeezing her eyes shut, but she couldn’t help it… she glanced down, to where both her own cock and Holly’s pointed proudly up into the warm air.
“Nngghh… I…” Barbara whimpered. Placing them side-by-side was enough to have the pornstar shaking with anxiety and humiliation. Holly was just so. Much. Bigger .
Barbara’s cock was nothing to sneeze at, obviously; in fact, she was well-known in the industry for her huge, brutal, breeder dick. But lately, Barbara had come to the slightly disturbing realisation that her cock was huge and brutal only by the standards of what you could put in a mainstream porno. Sure, she could gape out cute little sluts like Jayme, but her head was perfectly exposed and sparklingly clean, the only deviation in her length while hard was a pronounced upward curve, and the whole thing was kept meticulously hairless, so that her balls were a pair of smooth, orange-sized globes that could work up loads that looked great on camera and were still perfectly manageable for the janitor to deal with after the shoot.
Barbara could feel her heart thump thump thump ing in her chest as she glanced over at Holly’s dick.
Compared to that monster , her own was totally worthless.
Holly’s was at least one and a half times the already impressive length of Barbara’s cock. If anything, that first selfie had undersold just how obscenely bloated it was. Thick, pulsing veins ran up its length, which drooped noticeably toward the end, giving the impression that Holly’s dick could barely support its own weight. She had previously made some token attempt to shave, but had stopped at Syl’s request, so now there was a thick, dark, tangled bush, connected to a happy trail that ran over her soft tummy. The hair was soaked with musky sweat that mixed with the stench of smegma from underneath her thick, oversized foreskin. While Holly had tugged it back a little, only part of the head was exposed, and it was far from clean. Not only that, but Barbara’s height (which she had always been proud of, standing at a statuesque 6’ 4”) worked against her too, as Holly’s shorter frame made her cock look even bigger, while Barbara had to deal with the opposite effect.
Barbara’s cock was huge and gross by the standards of what a normie would want to jerk off to after a long day of work. But Holly’s was…
“Heyyy, Syl, it’s your lucky day! You can totally take your pick! Your beloved girlfriend came home from working tirelessly all day, and she’s got a total hard-on! If you wanted, you could take a moment to give her a little relief before you get back to what we’ve been doing all evening…~” Holly snickered, and Barbara let out a shaky little gasp. Syl would at least give her something right…? Sure, Holly was bigger, but she still liked Barbara…
“Mmmnnnfff… sh-shorryyy babe…”
Barbara whimpered, and a steady stream of precum ran down her cock as she glanced over at Syl, who hadn’t even hesitated to push her plump lips against Holly’s cock, smearing more green lipstick up and down its length.
“Sh-she’s just… so much bigger than you… y-you understand, right…?” Syl dragged her tongue up to the tip, before rolling her eyes back as she stuck her tongue under Holly’s foreskin, shamelessly cleaning off all the disgusting smegma.
Holly grunted with pleasure, giving Barbara a smug look that said what can you do?~
Barbara knew what she should do. Put her foot down a little. Demand that Syl give her some attention. Act like the stud that her girlfriend had fallen in love with.
Instead, Barbara wrapped two shaky hands around her own cock, and started pumping to the sight of her girlfriend obsessing over another woman’s dick. Holly reclined back, putting her hands behind her head, lazily rolling her hips against Syl’s mouth and defiling her mouth with that filthy cock…
Barbara withdrew one hand from her cock and started blindly groping her own tits. That unique cocktail of anxiety, humiliation, and arousal that she got from watching Holly cuck her always made her feel extra-sensitive, and the smooth latex bodysuit rubbing against her felt so good. Her nipples were hard enough that she could pinch them through the material, and Barbara threw her head back as she rode out a shameful edge.
“Aww, Syl was telling me you were having problems getting it up while you were at work… glad that isn’t a problem here at home~” Holly teased, and Barbara couldn’t even grunt a fuck off at the other girl, because it was totally true. When she had been totally dominating Jayme earlier it had been nice, sure, but it just didn’t compare to this feeling… and even if she hadn’t been in a hurry, she didn’t know what she’d have said to that woman she’d met on the way home…
Holly shuddered, and a few ropes of pearly precum splattered on Syl’s face. Syl didn’t even try to speak, just moaning as she slurped up as much of the thick girl goo as she could, lazily mixing it with the smegma she had scraped off Holly’s cock. Barbara bit her lip. That pre was almost as thick as the load she’d blown in Jayme’s ass…
This is my competition…?
There was no way that Barbara could stack up. She pumped faster, working two hands up the length of her huge, twitching, inadequate cock, a cock that just wasn’t good enough for her girlfriend anymore, which would never go inside her again-
“Ah ah ah, don’t cum yet dear,” Syl giggled. Barbara snapped out of her fantasising, and realised that Holly and Syl had moved around. Holly was now sitting on the edge of the bed, and Syl was looking at Barbara… lying on her back, legs spread invitingly as her exposed cunt drooled all over the sheets.
“Holly was right, honey, I’ve been neglecting you… so I’m gonna make up for it by letting you have the first go with my pussy tonight, ok?~” Syl smiled sweetly, and Barbara panicked .
“U-uh, I um, w-wouldn’t wanna interrupt you two on your date night…” she mumbled. Fuck. What was wrong with her? This was her chance. She needed to pin Syl down, breed her, and remind her why this fat-dicked nerd was just a friend with benefits, and not her partner like Barbara was. With an effort, she took her hands off her cock, letting it twitch in the open air.
“Geez, I told you, she enjoys being a useless cuck way too much to do that with you anymore…~” Holly snickered, and that was enough to light a fire under Barbara’s ego. Sure, Syl might make her feel nervous, but she had enough pride left that she wanted to respond to that gauntlet being thrown down.
“Sh-shut up, dweeb…” she snapped, moving so that she was on all fours above Syl, looking down at her as she continued to give her that kind, sweet, patronising smile.
Fuck. Not too long ago, Syl’s thick, meaty body had been so effortlessly Barbara’s, to use however she wanted… a-and now just seeing her own girlfriend naked was enough to make her nervous.
“Don’t pay her any attention dear, just focus on me,” Syl gently wrapped her legs around Barbara, pulling her in close, and Barbara let out a pathetic little whine . Her girlfriend stank of sex, sweat and cum and musk and Holly … Barbara could barely keep her thoughts straight as her tits squeezed against Syl’s, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together. F-fuck… just focus, push her hips forward, and-
Barbara’s eyes widened. No. What the fuck. Why couldn’t she feel…
She looked down in horror. Laying against Syl’s drooling, open, breedable cunt, was Barbara’s cock… half-soft.
“N-nooo…” she whined, desperately humping against Syl, who just giggled at her girlfriend.
“Aww, it’s ok sweetie, I get it… this is a lot for you to handle, isn’t it? Anxiety can have all sorts of negative effects on sexual performance and stamina, it’s perfectly understandable, dear,” Syl gave Barbara another peck, and the taller woman’s cheeks burned with shame.
“I-it’s fine, I can do this, I-I’m a stud-”
“What you are is embarrassing yourself,” Holly sneered, idly jerking off to the pathetic display.
“I-I… I’m not… I can- hhhmmffff,,” Barbara’s strength totally left her and she slumped against Syl’s soft, comfortable body as her girlfriend leaned in and gave her a soft, passionate kiss on the lips. It was so unexpected, and soooo nice, that Barbara didn’t realise for several seconds that the wet, sticky feeling against her crotch was because just getting a kiss from Syl, along with the feeling of being squeezed between her warm tummy and Barbara’s smooth bodysuit, had been enough to cause her half-hard cock to spurt all over Syl.
“Nnngghhooo,,” she whimpered into Syl’s mouth, as the smaller girl kept her legs locked around Barbara and let her uselessly hump away at her. It was… utterly humiliating. Pathetic. The first real kiss Syl had given her in ages was enough to make her cum, even though the inside of her girlfriend’s mouth still tasted like Holly’s filthy, rancid smegma. And it was the best orgasm Barbara could remember having in a long time. Finally, Syl released her, and Barbara helplessly squirmed against her soft body, weak as a kitten after being so thoroughly milked. Syl cooed, patting the taller girl’s head.
“Awww, don’t worry Barbara, it’s ok, I don’t think any less of you just because you’re having some, uh… ‘downstairs problems’,” she giggled. Barbara could barely keep her eyes uncrossed, never mind retort to the insulting euphemism. And she certainly couldn’t stop Holly from placing a hand on her shoulder, and rolling her off Syl, leaning in close and whispering “My turn~” in the exhausted cuck’s ear.
“Just remember, Barbara, you’re not a stud anymore… you’re a pig~”
Barbara could do nothing but watch helplessly as Syl pulled in Holly for another kiss, swapping Barbara’s spit with the dweeby girl.
“Ngghh… ready, babe?~” Holly lined up her obscene cock with Syl’s drooling, bubblegum-pink cunt.
“R-ready… w-watch closely Barbara, this is how you’re supposed to- ngghhh!!” Syl’s teasing was cut off as Holly mercilessly smacked her hips forward, burying inch after inch of her disgusting cock inside Barbara’s girlfriend. Back when Barbara and Syl had sex regularly, Barbara had always struck a slow, steady pace, enjoying the way she could make her girlfriend practically melt in her hands by hitting the right spots, teasing her in all the ways she knew she loved… Barbara distantly observed that she could, at least, take some solace in the fact that she could do that better than Holly could… since Holly was more interested in treating Syl like a fuckdoll.
The lewd, jackhammering plapplapplapplap! of Holly pistoning her hips against Syl’s filled the room, barely audible over Syl screaming, begging for more, for Holly to treat her as a personal sex toy. A thick mixture of drool and precum formed strings between each girls’ hips, visible briefly every time Holly drew back her hips to drive another inch of dick into the girl Barbara loved. Holly wasn’t even talking, grunting and whining as she used her “onahole” as brutally as she wanted. Barbara panted, her chest feeling tight. Th-this was all fine, right? Sure, she had never quite made Syl let out moans as obscene as the ones she was now, but it’s not like she’d always want to be degraded like this… i-imagine getting addicted to that sort of treatment, h-how absurd…
Barbara didn’t want to look down. She knew exactly what she’d see when she did; she could feel it pulsing with need, straight back up and diamond-hard as soon as the pressure of actually having to fuck her girlfriend was taken away… she reached down, shaking as she wrapped a hand around her cock again. Holly gave her a sly smirk, and composed herself enough to whisper “At least you don’t have a problem breeding your hand, ‘stud’~”
Whimpering, Barbara could already feel her balls tightening again. Fuck. Even her stamina was going down the drain. She couldn’t take her eyes off Syl and Holly. It… it wasn’t fair… she was tall and c-confident and gorgeous. Two attractive people had practically thrown themselves at her today. So why was Holly able to so effortlessly steal Syl away from her…?
You’re not a stud anymore... you’re a pig.
Of course, Barbara knew the answer. Holly didn’t need to worry about appearances the same way Barbara did; she had a quiet, understated confidence that she could act like a gross shut-in all she wanted, with certainty that as soon as she pulled that monster out of her stained sweatpants, any slut would stop complaining and start sucking. In fact, Barbara got the distinct impression she wasn’t the first “stud” to get her girlfriend stolen because they’d made the mistake of assuming Holly was just some anxious virgin.
“C-cummingggg!!” Syl squealed, holding Holly close as she tensed up, her eyes rolling up as Holly didn’t show an ounce of mercy, continuing to use Syl as nothing more than her toy. Barbara pushed herself onto her knees, jerking over Syl’s face as her eyes totally unfocused, and she came again around Holly.
“S-say iiiit…” she whimpered, and it took Barbara a moment to realise that Syl was talking to her.
“I… I’m a…” Barbara squeezed her eyes shut, imagining how disgusted and amused Jayme, or that strange woman from earlier, would look if they could see her acting in such a shameful way now.
“Ngghh… g-gonna fill you up, slut …” Holly gasped, her thrusts becoming shaky and erratic as she approached the edge. Syl’s gaze flickered up to Barbara’s, and the ghost of a smirk played across her lips.
“Hhaaa… I’m not a stud, I’m a piiiig…” Barbara whined, her head lolling to the side as she dumped a thick, gooey load all over Syl’s face… one which every single one of them knew was nothing but thin, watery trash compared to what was painting Syl’s insides as Holly let out a high, keening whine, collapsing against Syl as she splattered her womb with thick, yellowy semen.
“Hhaa… hhaaa…” the three girls, all soaked with sweat, collapsed on the mattress, Holly’s cock still buried inside Syl.
***
A few minutes later, Barbara and Holly had both recovered, and were sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed together, talking while they waited for Syl to get her breath back.
“I-I mean, seriously, I say all that stuff while I’m fucking her, but like, I-I’m pretty sure she doesn’t wanna date me,” Holly directed her gaze elsewhere and scratched her head nervously as she said it. Barbara had trouble keeping her expression neutral; while there was a small, truly depraved part of her that was disappointed, the primary emotion really was relief.
“A-ah… that’s good to know…”
“Y-yeah… I mentioned the possibility, just because, y’know, you need to know wh-where you stand with that stuff if y-you’re gonna be fucking for a while…” Holly’s nervous expression seemed to indicate that maybe that hadn’t been her only reason for broaching the subject, but Barbara decided she would just keep quiet.
“And y-yeah, she said the only one she like, like likes is you…”
“Oh… really?” Barbara glanced over at her girlfriend, an appreciative smile playing over her lips.
“N-not that I’d wanna date her anyway!” Holly added, defensively.
“Oh yeah?” Barbara couldn’t resist giving Holly a little bit of a smug look this time.
“Well, d-duh, I mean I wouldn’t wanna live with her, s-she’s like a total slob,” Holly winked and smiled at Barbara shakily, and it took the taller woman a moment to realise that she was kidding. It was the first time Holly had cracked a joke around Barbara, and she couldn’t help laughing. For the first time she wondered if Holly was so cruel, moody and generally withdrawn around her outside of that because she was shy. Despite everything, it would make sense for her to be a little intimidated by Barbara. Maybe there was more to her than just being a malevolent homewrecker.
“Heyyyyyy, Holly… wanna go another round…?” Syl was awake now, and giving Holly serious bedroom eyes.
“Oops. Sorry Barbara, guess we’ll have to talk another time~” in a moment, that cruel smirk was back as Holly climbed onto the bed, laying her still-hard cock over Syl’s stomach to show her just how deep she was about to get ruined.
Barbara bit her lip and wrapped a hand around her own cock as Syl started panting something about putting a baby in meeee. Well. She guessed that Holly could be shy, and a malevolent homewrecker. That worked too.
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Han Pol
this one is one of my favorite stories this or well last year
