You sit up with them

“Sure, if that’s okay,” you mumble. Jess squeezed over awkwardly to make room, withdrawing her hand from Chris’ thigh as soon as she’d steadied herself. She looked so much smaller than him in that moment, you thought. He took up nearly half – in fact probably about half – of the sofa, his legs spread wide and proud, his softening (but still sizable) cock and balls relaxing under ripped abs and between two powerful thighs. Her lower half was tightly furled, her outer foot stretched out onto Chris’ calf closing a virtual curtain over her crotch, leaving her meek breasts as her widest point. Chris wore a carefree, spaced expression, while Jess’ eyes showed a little trepidation above sealed-shut lips. You lifted yourself up off the floor and knew you ought to tuck yourself back into your wet sweatpants, before navigating into the space left on Jess’ other side.

Jess patted you comfortingly with her other hand, and other foot, while watching you still wordlessly. “Give our boy there a kiss, won’t you babe?” Chris’ voice had a note of amusement, and you had an inkling why, but you were powerless to resist Jess’ eyes as they closed in on yours. You opened your mouth to receive hers, tasting first the salty sweat of her lips and her moist saliva, then something a great deal saltier and wetter. You were aware, of course, that this flavour came from the semen that Chris’ balls had just produced, that had only moments ago shot hot out of his penis over the tongue now entwined with yours; but kissing her felt overwhelmingly the right thing to do, even as Chris’ actual deposit began to trickle onto your tastebuds. You tasted your first, musky, slimy strands of male ejaculate as your girlfriend dribbled them into your mouth. Their odor and viscosity flummoxed your senses, and soon – **** – you had to withdraw from Jess to cough them up.

Chris surveyed you with self-satisfied indifference from his recline at the end of the sofa as you spilled his seed over your chin. “How do you like the taste of real man, buddy? That’s what my girl here’s been missing. She can’t get enough of this,” he grunted, gesticulating in the obvious place. Jess, still drinking up the dregs of his emission, caught your eye with a mixture of reassurance and shame, as if to admit she was in thrall to this man but deny it compromised her affection for you.