A Girl's Night In

503 Days

"Where's Kendi?" you asked, seeing Amanda on the couch by herself. They were usually inseparable now.

"He's off with some of his 'homies'," Amanda said, using airquotes. "The nerve, leaving me home alone with my ex." She giggled, patting the couch beside her.

You sat beside her. She smelled good. It was perfume, but down below, the heady smell of sex.

"He made sure to tap one out," she said slyly.

"Can I .. .can I taste it?" you asked, tentatively. She giggled.

"You really want to eat your old rival's creampie out of your ex's pussy?" she said, smirking. You paused, closing your eyes. God this was low, you thought.

"Yes," you said in a small voice.

"Go ahead," she said, shrugging. She pulled up her skirt, and you tugged her panties to the side, revealing a well-fucked pussy. You thought you'd worked it over pretty good when you could still fuck, but Kendi's monster cock definitely made an impression. You sniffed it, the scent of her pussy and his cock making you ache uselessly. Your tongue poked out, gently laving it.

"C'mon, not so tentative," she said, instructing you. Your tongue started to lash at her clit, pausing to suck at the thick cunt lips. Surprisingly, you felt her reach under your own skirt. She fondled your soft remnant, tugging it.

"It's smaller than I remember. You used to get rock hard just sniffing my pussy. Long and fat Cuban cock. Now ... not so much. I've seen it get swollen though. But my pussy doesn't get it there anymore, does it?" Amanda's voice was conversational, but there was a dominant edge to it.

"No," you confessed. "All the hormones ..."

"Nah," she said, laughing as she tugged at your cock. "You're just a cock addict now." You flushed deeply, but it was undeniable, and to make it worse, your cock silently agreed with her, remaining limp in her grasp. And then you tasted the first glob of Kendi's cum, and you focused on your task.