The Sweetest Agony

You opened the door for the happy couple, and Kendi easily carried Amanda over the threshold. You marveled quietly over his strength, how he was able to do feats you could only have dreamed of, even at your peak health. And he made it look so ... easy.

"Help get your ex undressed, No Nuts," he said simply, pouring a glass of Henny for both him and his betrothed. You swallowed hard, closing the door and walking to your ex. Even her reception outfit was a maze of clasps and hooks that you fumbled with, while Kendi drank, watching, bemused.

"Was he always this clumsy?" he asked Amanda. Your ex chuckled, huskily.

"Not this badly. He must be nervous. And he's not even under pressure to perform tonight," she said lightly, running fingers through your blonde wig. You blinked her fake blue eyes, leaving her just in her choker and garter. Kendi whistled low.

"If you'd taken much longer, cuck, I would have fucked you first," Kendi said. You looked down between his thighs, seeing the truth of his statement. He had a raging hardon, that was longer and thicker than any manhood you'd ever laid eyes on. You scattered out of the way.

"Not too far, No Nut," Kendi said, motioning you back over. "Babe, get on all fours."

Amanda rolled over, onto her hands and knees, wagging her big, perfect, luscious ass. You knew it drove Kendi, just as it'd driven you. That ass could drive all sorts of men to their peak. But only Kendi would reap the rewards now.

He gripped her hips easily, pulling her back onto his thick meat. It was a credit to how much wood he'd laid in your ex that her pussy yielded as well as it did. She moaned wildly and bucked some, but he kept his hands firm on her, riding it out. Then, he started to thrust, deep strokes that made her mewl and whine.

"Rest your head on that big ass, No Nut," Kendi ordered. "Beg me to breed her."

"Please ... knock her up, Ken," you started, fumbling the words lamely. Kendi slapped her ass, then slapped your cheek.

"Honesty, motherfucker," he growled. You gritted your teeth. He wanted the deep-down truth.

"Fine," you said, your brow suddenly coated in a shiny sheen of sweat. "I knew this day would come. Ever since I lost my balls ... I knew it'd come. That Amanda would want kids, and I'd be unable to give her to them. And we'd have to go to someone that could help. Not a clinical place, not a place that robs all intimacy, that's all science. She'd want something genuine and intimate, and the only person I could think that would fit the bill was you."

Amanda's ass was very still. Kendi was thrusting, but slowly now, listening intently.

"You've one, Kendi. You own my ex now, heart and soul. You've just got one thing left to do to leave the mark I've dreamed about for almost 700 days. Knock my ex up. Give her a Black baby to raise. Fulfill our dream."

"Oh God," Amanda said. She was wet and needy now. You rested your head on her big ass, the heady experience overwhelming you. You closed your eyes as Kendi groaned, seating himself fully into your ex, before they had a mutual orgasm. And then you left, in need of your own release, and a catharsis from your moment of honesty.