A Confused, Anxious Heart

Tifa was on top of Barret when Cloud came into the room. Her pussy was swollen, stuffed to the brim with Barret's monstrous cock. Cloud couldn't believe the size of the meaty Black shaft, but he was more focused on Tifa's availability -- her tight brown star, gleaming with mixed juices. She looked over at her shoulder, almost beckoning him ... calling to him.

He spit onto his cock, moving closer to Tifa, rubbing the tip against her tightest hole. It wasn't pussy, but he was past ready, and he pushed forward, pushing the tips into her tightness, marveling at how the ring expanded and then clung to his shaft.

"Fuck, Tifa ... fuck," Cloud cried out. He couldn't cum so fast. He'd shame himself, he thought frantically, but it felt so good ... so right. Pussy couldn't possibly be better than this.

"Fuck ..." he squealed.

***

"Cloud? Stop!"

Cloud stopped thrusting his hips. That was Tifa's voice ... but he was in Tifa ... wasn't he? Suddenly Cloud panicked.

"Get back outside!" he yelled. There was a frail, emasculated voice coming from beneath him.

"Reunion ... reunion ..." it uttered. Cloud recoiled.

"What are you doing to Marco?" Tifa said. It was still early in the morning, before the dawn. She was clad in a pink silken robe. Her breasts looked especially succulent this morning. Was she lactating.

Just then, Cloud realized the truth. He wasn't fucking Tifa last night. He was fucking Marco. The man was rail thin and now ghostly pale. His small cock hung wrinkled and limp between his thighs, and his asshole still leaked Cloud's cum. How long had he been fucking Marco, he thought frantically.

Tifa went up to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Marco has a few problems, but he's not a bad guy. Marle asked me to check on him now and then to make sure he's okay. You can't just fuck him whenever you feel like it."

It was a motherly touch. Fuck, Cloud thought. She'd seen him fucking a guy. She'd never be interested in him now.

"Don't tell anyone Tifa," Cloud said wearily.

"Of course," Tifa said, in that sweet, loving way of hers. God he wanted her. And he was further than ever from having her. He went back next door. Reunion. It made his head hurt just saying that word. What the hell was wrong with him?