a double dildo in her holes

A pink double dildo, almost as large as my rod, apparently one of those in Sandy's collection, has one end inserted in her pussy while the other end is inserted in her ass. It is wet with her juices. "You can remove it if you want to."

"I thought you didn't want anything up your ass?"

"I realize that you can't refuse the requests of someone you lov..." she puts a hand to her mouth, and stares at me in apparent shame.

"So you now realize that you love her more than you love me?"

"It's not that, John. I still love you."

"But you love her more. You ass was off limits to me, but not to her!" I say with intense conviction.

She gets up and places her hands on my neck and gives me a deep kiss on the mouth. "John, thank you for allowing me to discover myself. I've learned last night that I also like women, but I'm still unsure which has a greater pull. You can have my ass now if you want, although it's still sore from last night."

I shake my head. "I don't want to give you more pain," I say, "although another part of me wants to ram my cock into your ass and hear you scream in pain!"

A tear rolls down her cheek. "I'm sorry John if I had not been much of a girlfriend to you. I know Greta showed you more love in one day than I did in six months. But I'm begging you to allow me to still keep seeing Sandy. I'll schedule my time between the both of you."

"Do you really even schedule time for me, Doe? And do you know what you're really asking for? It's like I'm asking you to allow me to have another girlfriend!"

Her eyes widen at the realization. "So it means I'm a whore now-- having both of you in my life. Please John, don't let me choose between the two of you. I'm still discovering myself."

"So it would also be okay if I found myself another girlfriend?"

She stares at me in deep thought. Finally she nods her head.

"Just a what-if scenario, okay?" I say, trying not to appear happy for allowing me to have another girlfriend. "What if I take Sandy as my girlfriend?"

She looks at me like gears were spinning rapidly in her brain. "If she falls in love with you, it would be both of us competing for your love and attention, not both of you competing for mine."

"My dear Doe," I say. I don't want to compete with anyone. It's all about your choice."

"And I'm still discovering myself," she finally says.

"Okay." I nod.

"So it's settled. You're allowing me to see her."

"And you're allowing me to find another girlfriend!"

She grins from ear to ear. Then, she gingerly pulls out the dildo. "You can have either or both," she says. Suddenly kneeling in front of me and pulling down my cargo pants. "You've got new briefs," she says as she also pulls them down to the floor.

My anger at Doe apparently has not yet abated, as I feel like wanting to fuck her mouth and knock all her teeth off. My cock stands in rigid attention at the sight of Doe's face in front of it.

"I'll show you what I've learned," she says, as she attempts to place my entire length into her mouth.

I am surprised that she has succeeded with her grin still on her face, although her eyes appear moist. She finally pulls my cock out.

"You smell of expensive bodywash," she says. "How was your night?" She asks, before inserting my cock back into her mouth and giving me a deep throat without a change in her facial expression. It was like I was watching Coleen giving me head. The thought of Coleen sends my cock to a higher state of hardness.

"You've finally learned to do a decent blowjob. But would you believe it if I told you I spent my night whoring around?"

She pulls out my cock from her mouth. "I should be practicing more with my best friend." she says as she examines my new briefs.

"Your best friend?" I ask confused. "You mean Sandy? I thought she was you girlfriend?"

"This is my bestfriend," she says, holding out her dildo. "A gift from my girlfriend as a sign of the bond between us." You've really got yourself a high-class whore!" she adds as she inserts my cock back into her mouth.

"Just because I bought an expensive body wash and new briefs doesn't make my whore high-class."

Before she could give me another deep-throat, she pulls my cock out of her mouth and laughs. "You can't fool me John. That's feminine bodywash, which I know you wouldn't buy-- not even for me." She then moves around so that her ass is now aligned to my hard rod. "Want it up my ass now John?"

"You're not jealous? Are you?" I say as I place my cockhead at the entrance of her ass. "No lubricant?"

She shakes her head. "Your precum would be enough lube." After a pause, she adds, "In a normal situation, I would feel jealous. But right now, I'm not even sure about how I feel towards you, so if I'm not jealous, it would mean that I'm happy for you!"

I insert my cockhead her ass, and I hear her groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Should I really continue?" I ask.

"Maybe more lube would do."

I disengage from her and retrieve the bottle of lube from her table. I pour some into her gaping ass and also coat my cock with it. I then slowly insert it halfway into her ass.

"Yes, John, that's it." she screams.

I insert my entire length and stop.

"Owwww, you're bigger than my dildo!... Owww, I'm cumming!" She says out loud.

I then feel some of her cum drops on my feet as I watch her start to finger herself. I pull out a little and thrust in again. She picks up her dildo and inserts it into her pussy. The sight of Doe being doubly penetrated motivates me to thrust my cock harder into her ass.

"You're ripping me apart!" She yells. I pull out halfway and stop. It is as if her screams have only enraged my cock to a more heightened state. "Ram it in!" she commands while rapidly moving her dildo in and out of her pussy.

I thrust into her ass a couple of times more before I finally discharge my load into her. She screams and collapses of the floor-- our fluids leaking out of both her holes.

She glances at me with a satisfied grin. "And who was your whore? Could you introduce her to me?"

My phone beeps. Maybe a text message from Sandy or Coleen. I pick up my phone. There's an old message from Sandy which I failed to notice, and there are three video clips from Coleen.

"Who's it from?" Doe asks.

I read Sandy's text message. "r u mad at me now?" I try to understand what she meant. "for what?" I text back. She reply's immediately, "for making ur gf sore." I reply, "no, thanks instead". I also send a "Thanks, my goddess" message to Coleen. I finally recall what Sandy texted me earlier about the baker's daughter. "do u by any chance know who the bakers daughter is?" She replies, "I know shes hot but dont know her name. can u enlighten me?"

"Who's it from?" Doe asks again, noticing me lost in thought and busy with my phone.

"Your girlfriend," I say.

She laughs heartily at my reference to Sandy. "It's funny to hear you call her that! ... and what did she say?"

She was asking whether I was mad at her for making your holes sore.

Doe looks at me. "Are you mad?"

"Yes, I was mad-- at you, but not anymore."

"I don't blame you dear. You can still fuck my sore pussy if it cures your madness!... I really felt like a whore when your cock and my dildo were inside me. Maybe I'm not into exclusive relationships with only one person?"

I look at her poker-faced. I didn't know what to think. Was it good to have a whore for a girlfriend? What if she invited other men for a gangbang? What would that make me?

She looks at me with a slight grin. "Are you worried that I'm becoming a whore? Are you jealous of this?" she says, holding out her dildo.

I ignore her questions and stare at my phone. I'll have to find time away from her to watch the videos Coleen sent. Sensing that she has maintained her position on the floor, I ask, "Can you get up on your own?"

She shakes her head.

I carry her sweat-and-cum-stained form onto our bed. More of our fluids start to soak the sheets as her legs move apart involuntarily. I kiss her on the cheeks.

She smiles at me and pleads, "Would you mind letting me know who your whore was last night?"

I finally decide to show her the selfie Coleen took, under the streetlights, beside her 4x4 pickup truck. "Do you recognize her?" I ask.

She shakes her head, and moves to the next photo. Then recognition dawns on her. "Oh my God!" She looks at me and glances back at the photo. "My God! You dated a supermodel last night?"

I nod with exaggerated confidence.

"That's Coleen Cooper, right?" She grabs my head and kisses me on the mouth. "Can I also have a selfie with her?" Then she pauses and looks at me in the eye. "After a night with her, you still come back for me? I can't even compare to her... yet you..." She does not finish her sentence as she breaks down into tears. "I feel so unworthy and undeserving... I had the gall to ask you to allow me to be with Sandy... and you could have easily said yes..." Doe continues to sob more intensely.

I don't say anything as I hug her tighter.

She wipes her tears with her hands and looks at me. "The fact that you smell of her bodywash means that you slept with her last night. Right?"

I nod without flinching.

"I remember she was one of the models in those car magazines you collected... Any more photos with her?"

I momentarily forget that Coleen has just sent me video clips. The silence from Doe's end makes me realize too late that she is playing one of the video clips.

"Oh my.... You did that to her?"

I glance at my phone, trying to recall what scene she was talking about. I finally realize that Coleen had expertly edited the video backup of her photo shoot where she was tied to a post-- or to two posts, and had highlighted my teasing of her nipples and my going down on her. It ended with me untying her and carrying her out of the scene.

She hands me back my phone. "She must now be in love with you, John. Those were two intense squirts of hers. Any woman would love a man who gave her that!"

"But you've always squirted on me every morning, Doe."

She beams at the recollection. "I even squirted more times than her." Finally, her curiousity surfaces. "How did you get to know her?"

"By accident. She's always in some disguise-- avoiding the paparazzi. But you have to keep it a secret!"

"But you have to allow me to tell Sandy about it!" Before I could agree, she has called Sandy over, excitedly telling her about some surprise awaiting her. A few minutes later, Sandy is at the door.

I open the door for Sandy and glance at the clock, realizing that it is already half past ten o'clock. Sandy kisses me briefly on the lips and approaches Doe. She is holding a box of pizza and sporting her company's logo on the back of her jacket. "What's the fuss about?" she asks.

"You're that close?" Doe inquires, noticing our kiss.

Sandy explains, "When your boyfriend allows you to spend the night with me, amid the possibility that you may not even return to him, I owe him more than a kiss, but that should suffice."

Changing topic, Doe blurts out, "Do you know where John spent the night?"

Sandy looks at me then shakes her head.

"Recognize who this is?" Doe adds, showing her my phone with the selfie with Coleen.

"It looks like Coleen Cooper, or it may just be a look-alike."

"And here's another," Doe says as she moves the display to the next photo.

"My God, John, you son-of-a-bitch! That is Coleen Cooper! Oh my, oh my. No, it can't be!"

"What can't be?" asks Doe, apparently confused.

"Are you telling me the baker's daughter is Coleen Cooper?" Sandy looks at me for confirmation.

I nod silently at the explosiveness of their reactions.

"I saw her a couple of times. I often wondered why such a woman with a hot body didn't wear more revealing clothes to flaunt her curves."

It is Doe's turn to be surprised. "You saw her a couple of times?"

"Yes, but I did not recognize her as the supermodel. She's the baker's daughter. There's a bakery about a block from my apartment. I see her go there often."

"She wears clothes to hide how she really looks," I say. "She's avoiding the paparazzi. We have to respect her privacy."

"And that's where John recently started working!"

"When I was there, it was just me and that old baker. Didn't even know she had a daughter."

Doe looks at me with interest. "How did you happen to know her?"

I glance at the two of them and start relating the events the previous day.

"She could bake?" Doe asks in awe.

"She was a baker's daughter since she was a kid. Yes, she was much better and more efficient than I was." I explain. "I didn't know who she was at first. We were busy trying to complete the orders." I continue to relate what transpired next, mentioning about the text message I received from Doe, the selfie, and finally about my asking for Coleen's topless photos.

"So you got the chance to go to her place?" Sandy asks.

"And sleep with her," adds Doe, as Sandy looks at me dumbfounded.

"Did you tell her you had a girlfriend?" asks Doe. "I did, but the details about you discovering yourself came out only when she saw the look on my face when I received your message."

"I didn't realize my message would have such an effect on you-- and she was there to give you comfort. Any man would have easily fallen."

"I did not automatically see her as a substitute, my dear. I just felt it was an opportunity to get autographed photos of her. What would you have done?" I looked at them, waiting for me to continue. "Then we talked about relationships. She said, it was not typical for a man to allow his girlfriend to be with a lesbian." I glance at Sandy. She just smiles at me knowingly. "She even suggested that I should let you go."

"And what did you say," asks Doe.

"I told her that I had to be fair to my girlfriend-- that I had to give her the time to be sure how she felt for me. She said I was more mature than my looks, and that's when I learned that she was already 35."

"35?" chimes in Sandy. "She looks more like 26 to me."

Doe starts to sob. "I don't deserve your loyalty, John." Sandy kisses Doe on the cheeks and wipes her tears. This appears to soothe Doe's feelings, and she smiles at me expectantly.

"Her garage contained almost all the vehicles she modeled in, and she admired how I could recall in detail her pose on each of them. It all started playfully, with me suggesting alternative poses for the ones she had in the magazine. Then one thing led to another."

"So that's what that video clip was all about," Doe says.

"You have it on video?" Sandy asks. Doe shows her the the clip she had just viewed.