My Turn Again & The Competition

By the time the meal is done and the dishes put away we were both getting frisky again. The promise of seeing what this idea of hers kept me on edge. We laugh, we bump into each other, brush against each others hands, we cuddle and kiss. It honestly reminded me of when we'd first moved in together. We felt young and just silly in love again.

As we get more frisky Jane's teasing starts up. Our love making now happened in one of two styles, romantic and loving or mocking and fetish fueled. I could already tell which way we were heading.

“Mmm, too bad you didn't have muscles like Brandon baby. Those big hard muscles felt really nice, so manly.” She was already leading me out to the living room. Standing in front of the couch she turns around and slips her hands into my robe and starts to rub her palms up and down my body. “Hm, you feel so soft after feeling his body.”

I put my arm around her and yank her roughly into me. “You want me to fuck you like he did? Want me to call you a slut?” I grin.

She laughs and slaps my chest. “Ha ha ha! Oh stop. You don't have half the strength he did! You'd hurt yourself if you tried! Ha ha ha!”

She reaches down and unties the belt on my robe. Her hand soon finds my mostly erect dick. “He he he. It's not the hammer, but I think I can have fun with it.” She starts to stroke.

“Mmmm.” I moan as I untie her robe and open it up. I fondle her great tits in my hands.

Her expression was pure devilish delight, that now familiar glint of evil shining out from that twisted mind of hers. “No, you just don't have the body to compete against the beast Brandon. He he he. What say we put you up against someone more your type.”

She pulls back from me, my stiff boner now reaching high, and goes to the side table. She turns on the television, opens her laptop, and brings up the video from Peter's place. She pulls the video back to the spot just before the pair of them started fucking.

She slips her robe off and I do the same with mine. She looks over her shoulder. “Sit down baby, just like Peter's doing. You're skinny little dick won't feel the same as his big horn, but the rest of it you can do. Just follow the leader baby, you do what he does. Peter vs John, same pussy, same moves, let's see who wins.”

She was an imaginative one, I'll give her that! This idea somehow reminded me of racing a ghost car on a video racing game. Directly competing on the same track against a challenger who wasn't there. I take my seat on the couch, my dick sticking straight up. Just like Peter was doing on the paused screen.

“I even get your ass?” I ask.

She laughs. “If you make it that far. Ready?”

“Ready as I'll ever be!” I reply.

With that she hits play. She jumps onto the sofa and scurries across to me. She straddles me, holds my cock up to her slit, then looks over her shoulder to wait for the precise moment. As the Jane on the screen sinks down, so to does she in the exact same way.

“Ohhhh...ohhhh...OHHHHHHH GOD! Soooooo full!”

The video Jane moans uncontrollably and lewdly.

“Mmmmmm.” The live one hums happily but with much less gusto. “Nice.”

She takes me right to the hilt. God damn, she was as tight and wet and perfect as ever! Peter had been right last night, she had just needed time to adjust from taking his thick member. We pause as the people on the screen take their moment to laugh.

My girlfriend whispers as she strokes my face. “Come on baby, show me what you've got.”

And so it begins. Shadowing the moves of another man I make love to my beautiful girlfriend. The transitions are a bit awkward, and I just don't have the easy graceful movements of the masterful lover on the screen, but together with Jane we do our best to recreate the sex from the night before. It was an experience like no other, it was an education in fucking, and honestly it was also a hell of a lot of fun!

I stood no chance of course. With the sound off...maybe. But with it on, no chance. No chance at all.

What was getting to me the most was not the similarities but the differences. My girlfriend was having a great time with me, legitimately, but it just wasn't like it was on the screen.

When the screen woman would moan a deep soulful moan...my woman would let out a soft happy sigh.

When the screen woman would call out God's name...my woman would smile and say encouragingly. “...oo, that's nice baby.”

When the screen woman would cry out, over and over again, how incredible she felt and how wonderfully full she felt from Peter's stout manhood...my woman would whine. “Can't you go deeper baby? Ohhhh, I wish you were thicker. Come on baby, you can do better.”

When the screen woman would cry out to declare how she'd never felt so utterly filled and satisfied...my woman would make greater and greater demands. “Deeper! Deeper! Deep like Billy! Harder! Harder! Hard like Brandon! Ohhhhh, you don't fill me like Peter does!”

When the screen woman wailed in orgasmic ecstasy...my woman would hump hard back into me. “Harder! Come on baby. More baby, more! Give me MORE!”

By the time screen Jane had cum five times I had just gotten my woman to her first. Not only was I losing in quantity, the quality wasn't the same either. The woman's voice from the speakers would howl from her hard intense orgasms, her toes would curl, her eyes roll back, and her whole body quake to Peter's thick cock. My girlfriend's single climax was a slow easy one. Pleasantly into it and soon out again.

“Ohhhmmm baby.” She moans as she comes down from her climax. “Ohh fuck, you're doing so good baby.” Her words were honest but in my mind they seemed teasing and patronizing. Which made it all the hotter.

As I said, with the sound on I stood no chance. She rides me, I fuck her from the top then turn her to the side, I hold her legs together and spread them apart. All as Peter had done 24 hours previous. While the actions were Peter's my hands were my own. I fill my hands with her full heavy tits, I stroke them up and down her back and sides, I grab and occasionally slap her perfect little ass. It was amazing, all of it.

But my time was almost up.

I don't embarrass myself, in fact I put in a damn fine effort, but I was reaching my limit. Jane could hear it in my grunting noises and feel it in my faltering movements. On the screen Peter was banging her doggy style hard and fast and I was following along, slamming hard into her firm round ass, but just I couldn't do it much longer. I was nearing the point of no return.

It was then she delivers the coup de grace. She looks over her shoulder with that oh so naughty grin.

“Hurry now John, don't you slow down!” She tells me in a breathy voice. She then starts ramming back into me so that we kept pace with the figures on the screen. “Come on, you're falling behind. Pick it up baby, pick up the pace.”

“GUHHH.” I groan in protest as I use ever ounce of will and ever muscle I had to hold back the inevitable.

“Harder! Faster! Come on!” She then lets out laugh. “Ohhh, oh no, you're gonna cum! Don't you cum yet baby! Don't cum! Peter's still going strong baby! Look at Peter baby, look at him fucking me. He's not slowing down. He's not about to cum! Don't you want my ass? Don't you want to fuck my ass baby? Peter fucked my ass with his big...thick...cock. Don't you want to know what it feels like? DON'T CUM!”

Her demand for me not to cum becomes the very thing that sends me over the edge.

I don't give my cock permission to nut, but nut it does. As I try to hold back paint my baby's insides white. “GRUHHHHHHH!!!” I groan as I grip her hips desperately.

She doesn't stop ramming back into me. She slams back into me with her creamy cunny as I continue my blast off to the stratosphere. I huff and heave and hang on for dear life.

“Come on! Come on! Keep going! Keep fucking me! Come on John, don't stop now!”

I hold out as long as I possibly could. Right through my orgasm and a minute or two beyond. Finally I am **** to retreat. I slip from her oozing slit and collapse back on the sofa in a panting sweaty heap of flesh.

She giggles and wiggles her butt. “Aww, I wanted to feel you in my butt hole. Ah well, maybe next time.” She turns off the video and shuts down the television. She crawls on top of me and snuggles her naked body up against mine. We kiss and hold each other tight.

“You did pretty good baby!” She kisses my chest.

I sigh and stroke her long soft hair. “Whoooo! Yeah, yeah. Did my best.” AKA...second best.

We cling to each other and stay there cuddling for the better part of an hour. Just savoring our togetherness and our post coitus glow. This tender loving time was easily as good as the sex itself.

Before we get up and head off to bed she kisses me softly and asks. “Who's next?”