Threesome

465 Days

"C'mere, Dani," Amanda said, patting the bed. Kendi was there with her, nude. You felt alarmed, but did as she requesting, sitting on the far corner of the bed. "Remember when you sucked Kendi?"

"I do," you said, guardedly. His horsecock had left you overwhelmed.

"Well, even better news. Kendi has agreed to fuck you."

"Amanda," you said, careful not to call her babe in front of Kendi, "He's way too big for me."

"Nonsense," Amanda replied. "He just buttfucked me last week. And I'm not that much bigger than you."

"I ..." you paused, staring at that monstrous African prick. It did look appetizing.

"C'mon," she said, her voice in your ear now. "We can say we have him in common. We could be like sister-wives to him."

***

You got yourself prepared, as much as you could. You wondered if this was what war felt like. You went out naked, lubed, clean. Prepared, somewhat. Amanda had been sucking Kendi's cock, and it jutted out like a spear. How the fuck were you going to take that in you, you thought.

Amanda lubed him up herself, using her mouth and hands equally on her Black King. You laid back on the bed, spreading your thighs wide. Your cock was getting swollen, you noted. More swollen than it was in Amanda's grip. Finally, Kendi moved back over to you, slapping his big prick against your swollen but flaccid tool, making it shudder. Then he put the tip to your hole.

He pushed in easier than you thought. But he just kept feeding you more and more cock. Amanda lay next to you, rubbing her pussy. You wondered absently if this qualified as a threesome, but it was a silly thought. You looked up at Kendi, with your big blue eyes and blonde wig.

"Nice tits," he said, reaching down and rubbing your brown nipples. The sensation was like electricity on you, and you moaned loudly. Then his big cock was rubbing your prostate.

"Bully me ..." you whispered.

"Hmm?" Kendi said, his voice deep.

"Bully me, please," you moaned. He was almost making you cum.

"Do it, baby," Amanda said. "He wants it bad."

"Mmm, you're just a little faggot, aren't you," Kendi started off, hesitant.

"Yes, Daddy," you pleaded. You felt his cock pulse at that. Then you felt Amanda's lips near your ear.

"Yes, sweetie, I bet you'd love if he was our Daddy," she said, purring. "We'd be his, both of us."

"Fuckin' bitch. You've known all along you didn't stack up to me, didn't you? You wasted my girl's time, on her fuckin' artist bitch. But now you're in your place. A mere faggot. A fucktoy. Our bitch."

You weren't sure what set you off, but your cock started shooting out its thin, watery ropes of cum. And your ass clenched hard around his huge fuckmeat. It was a surprising sensation to him too, you knew, because he pulled out, and started cumming on your limp, still shooting remnant, absolutely coating it in seed. Rich seed. Potent seed. Proper seed. You gasped. It was as hard as you'd ever came. And it was with your rival.