Total Victory

815 Days

The next two weeks sped by. Nary a moment was spent where Amanda was not in Kendi's company, and to be frank, she did seem happiest there. They laughed, they played, and they fucked, almost continuously. But the last day, Kendi had a plan for his old rival.

He and Amanda had just finished fucking, and his cock was dripping Amanda's pussy juice. Her sex was leaking his seed. Dani knew if Amanda had experienced this before she hooked up with Dani, she would have never fucked Dani, no matter how many paintings they did together.

"Come here, boy," Kendi said. Amanda looked at him, and then at you, perking up suddenly.

"Umm, I'm fine over here. Just getting ready to work out," you replied.

"I wasn't asking. Over here, boy, crawl." With that tone, you didn't disobey. He dwarfed you, and was all muscle. Even before your present affliction, you'd have been no match. You hesitantly dropped to all fours and crawled stiffly.

"I want you to fluff me stiff so I can fuck your girl again," the Congolese male said imperiously. You shook your head, and he dropped his hand to your shoulder. He kneaded it, but the import of the gesture was clear. He was getting what he wanted, one way or another.

You slowly moved forward. It was enormous, even soft, and the balls hung heavily between his thighs. He was uncircumcised. You reluctantly kissed the head.

"I didn't ask you to slowplay this shit, boy. Get me hard," Kendi ordered. He sighed, relaxing back as he felt your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, and as you started bobbing up and down.

The amount of pussy juice on his shaft was incredible. You cleaned his thighs, cock, balls, and ass of her copious fuckjuices, then bobbed up and down until his shaft was a monstrous thirteen inches, visibily twitching and throbbing.

"One more thing," Kendi commanded. "Who is the better man?"

"You are," you whispered, looking down.

"Who deserves to be with your girl? Me or you?"

"You do," you said, more firmly.