Whitney was pissed. It had been three weeks since Chris fucked her silly, and she hadn’t had a dicking like it since.
It wasn’t for lack of trying, but it seemed like no matter who she fucked or how big his cock was, it just wasn’t the same as being a cocksleeve for that cheating asshole.
Whitney scrolled through Instagram, stopping on a picture of Chris and his new girl, Ashley, arm in arm on a beach. The bitch was practically glowing. Whitney had to admit, Chris’s new girlfriend was really hot, with gorgeous blonde hair and the amazing boobs Whitney always dreamed of. Whitney slipped her hand into her underwear and jealously fondled her pussy. Powerless to hold back thoughts of Chris’s sweat-slicked body railing his sun-kissed goddess, making her cum over his thick, veiny cock.
Fuck, this was bad, Whitney thought as she threw back her head in frustration. Damn, she needed to fuck him so badly. If only Ashley could know just how good letting him cheat could feel.
It was worth a shot, Whitney groaned as she hopped out of bed and marched toward the quad. She didn’t know where Ashley stayed, but she was determined to find out.
Ashley seemed almost too proper to be in a sorority, Whitney thought. She was always posting little virtuous quotes on her profiles. She couldn’t help but wonder how much she was putting out for Chris.
Whitney knew what she had to do, and headed directly to the Pi Alpha Rho house. The most religious and holier-than-thou sorority on campus. It was worth a try.
Whitney stalked through the common area, scanning faces, when she spotted her. Ashley sat on a bench, a book in her lap, sunlight glinting off her perfect blonde hair. Gathering her resolve, Whitney walked over. “Hey,” she began, feigning casualness, “I’m Whitney. Chris’s… friend.”
Ashley’s eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and guarded politeness. “Oh, hi,” she replied, a faint smile gracing her lips. “I’m Ashley.”
Whitney leaned against a nearby tree, pretending to be interested in the book. “So, how are things going with Chris?” she inquired, her voice deceptively light.
“Great, actually,” Ashley answered, her smile widening. “He’s so awesome.” She giggled.
Whitney internally cursed. Ashley’s composure was unnerving. “That’s nice,” she forced out the words.“He’s a lucky guy.”
Ashley closed her book, meeting Whitney’s gaze. “We’re both lucky,” she said softly. Whitney looked at Ashley and wondered if she was mocking her. “He tells me a lot about you,” Ashley continued, tilting her head slightly.
Whitney’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh really? What does he say?” she managed, her voice now laced with a forced casualness. Ashley’s smile turned mischievous. “That you’re a very helpful… friend.”
“Is that so?” Whitney responded, playing with her hair, trying to appear unbothered.
“He also says you were the best pussy he’s ever had,” Ashley added, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Whitney’s jaw dropped, a blush creeping up her neck.
Whitney stammered, completely thrown. “He… he said what?”
Ashley nodded, her expression a mix of amusement and something else Whitney couldn’t quite decipher. “Word for word.”
Whitney felt a surge of emotions, unsure of exactly what was going on. Was this a trap? She opened her mouth, but no words came.
Ashley leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He also mentioned how much you loved it rough.” Whitney’s breath hitched. This wasn’t going the way she’d anticipated. “And,” Ashley continued, her eyes fixed on Whitney’s, “that he’s been missing it.” Whitney’s mind raced. Chris had clearly told Ashley everything. “You see, I think he’s been struggling with me saving myself for our wedding night.” Ashley cocked her head as if deep in thought. “but it looks like he’s not the only one missing it.”
An unexpected wave of guilt overwhelmed Whitney. “Look, I’m not trying to break you…”
Ashley interrupted her with a haughty laugh. “No, no no. You misunderstand.” She giggled. “You see, Chris and I are soul mates. We’re going to be together forever, honey. It’s just that… well, I know my baby has needs, and it seems like you’re the perfect slut to step in and keep him occupied.” Ashley continued, her gaze unwavering, “So, here’s the proposition. You continue to be his plaything when he needs it, and I get to stay his virgin bride until our wedding day. Think of it as a… mutually beneficial arrangement.”
Whitney stared, stunned. The audacity, the casual cruelty of it all. Was this a joke? A test? Ashley’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eye. “Don’t look so surprised,” she purred. “I know what he needs, and a good girlfriend takes care of her man. I personally need a ring before I put out, unlike some people.”
Ashley’s condescending demeanor was as off-putting as it was alluring. She rose from the bench, brushing imaginary lint from her perfect sundress. “So,” she said, her voice taking on a businesslike tone, “are you in?”
“Only if you watch.”
Ashley’s eyes widened, a slow smile spread across her face, the picture of innocence now completely gone. “Oh, honey,” she purred, stepping closer, her voice a silken caress, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She reached out, her perfectly manicured hand gently tracing the line of Whitney’s jaw, her touch sending a shiver down Whitney’s spine that had nothing to do with fear. “Come on,” Ashley said, her voice low and inviting, “let’s go have some fun.” She turned, her heels clicking softly on the pavement as she led the way into the dorms to find her boyfriend.
Whitney followed, her mind reeling, her body moving on autopilot. The audacity of it, the sheer brazen audacity. This was a nightmare, a twisted, perverse game. But a small, wicked part of her, the part that craved the forbidden, the dangerous, the exciting, was intrigued. As they entered Chris’s dorm room, her resolve began to waver. Chris was already there, lounging on the bed, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he saw them. His eyes flickered between the two women, a mix of confusion and pure, unadulterated lust. “Took you long enough,” he said, his voice raspy.
Ashley winked at him, then turned to Whitney, her eyes sparkling. “I know I’m so glad she finally showed up.” Whitney’s throat tightened, but she swallowed hard and managed a nod as Ashley walked over to the bed, draping her arm around Chris and giving him a loving kiss. “I know my baby’s been missing pussy so bad.” She teased with a pout. “And I bet she’s already wet for you. Look How much she’s blushing.”
“You’re right.” Chris chuckled. “Can we see? The faster you strip the faster you get your sulty little cunt filled.” He said, already pulling his pants down.
Whitney could barely hear what they said, she was already undressing. Whitney had what she wanted, what she missed. They were right, it was what she needed, what she missed. She quickly stripped down to her panties, eager to prove just how excited she was. She peeled off her drenched panties and tossed them to Ashley with a devilish grin.
“I see why you like you hun, she’s got a great bod.” Ashley teased as she brought the panties to her nose. “Mmmm, and she’s soaking wet for you baby.”
Chris nodded as he continued to stroke his cock. “Whitney’s has awesome bod, and she def knows how to use it.”
Whitney could have melted. She felt like a complete slut, and she was loving every minute of it. “Shut up, I don’t need a name.” Whitney breathed, diving back into her fantasy. She just wanted to be used.
Ashley’s eyes lit up as she stood to get a better look at Whitney’s toned, naked form. “That’s a good girl.” She purred as she casually ran her fingers up the side of Whitney’s hip, causing her to tremble slightly with curious excitement as Ashley’s soft hand continued to wander. “I can she why he likes you, this ass was built for fucking.” Ashley clicked as she squeezed Whitney’s firm butt. “And these tan lines are absolutely lick-able.” She teased as she leaned closer and playfully licked Whitney’s neck.
Whitney shuddered as her arousal began to drip down her leg. With Chris’s hungry eyes fixed on her and the unexpected attention from Ashley, she felt like a piece of meat, and she loved every second of it.
Chris continued to bask in his girlfriend’s teasing performance, his thick shaft now gleaming with precum as he stroked it in anticipation.
Ashley wrapped her arms around Whitney and squeezed her petite breasts. “Hmmm, I’m sorry, I know these aren’t as good as mine, baby.” Ashley pouted.
“I know baby, I love your tits.” Chris agreed.
“How bout I let you play with mine while you fuck her… so it’ll be more realistic.” Ashley suggested, already stripping off her tank top. Her playful smirk sent a fresh wave of heat through Whitney. Ashley’s bra hit the floor, revealing the full extent of her luscious breasts, and Whitney felt a pang of envy, quickly replaced by another surge of desire as Ashley moved closer, her fingers harshly gripping the back of Whitney’s head.
“Lay down,” Ashley ordered. Whitney obeyed, sinking onto the bed, her legs spreading instinctively over the side as her body surrendered to the moment. Ashley followed, tantalizingly dragging her fingers over Whitney’s legs, over her hipbones, and finally her quickly hardening nipple, igniting a fire that spread through her veins.
Chris rose and stood at the edge of the bed. He grasped Whitney’s ankles and pulled her legs wider, exposing her to his hungry stare. Ashley looked down at Whitney as she stripped off her shorts. “You want my man to make you cum?” She asked, stroking her chin.
The teasing was driving Whitney crazy. All she could do was mumble as she stared longingly at Chris’s massive cock, hovering between her needy legs.
“Well, you’re going to have to make me cum too.” Ashley ordered. “Put your tongue to work for me like a good slut.”
Whitney was baffled and confused, but she didn’t have time to think. Whitney was already smothering her face with the wet pink lips of her young virgin pussy.
Ashley’s words, a low growl, vibrated through Whitney’s core. She didn’t hesitate, diving into the task with a raw, untamed hunger, her tongue finding its purpose. The taste of Ashley was intoxicating. Her clit began to throb as the world narrowed to this singular point of pleasure. Chris’s shadow fell over her, his own arousal mirroring the scene before him.
Ashley’s voice, a broken plea, rose above the sounds of her own body as Whitney’s performance intensified. This was the moment she wanted, she craved, the ultimate surrender to her primal needs. A vessel for their pleasure.
Chris and Ashley leaned across Whitney for a passionate kiss, their singular focus on each other. Chris’s eyes fixed on Ashley as he used Whitney’s tight pussy, imagining it was his girlfriend’s as his kisses glided down to her impressive breasts while he continued to thrust deeper and deeper into Whitney.
Ashley groaned and growled as she continued to ride Whitney’s face like she was a bucking bronco, squealing with delight at the deluge of affection cascading over her. “That’s it honey, fuck that little whore, while she makes us cum.” Ashley gasped as Chris started to growl. His endurance hanging by a thread as Whitney’s tight cunt began to spasm around his throbbing erection, eager to milk his cock of his hot, youthful spunk.
Overcome with pleasure, Chris groaned, “Babe!” forced to stop sucking on Ashley’s nipple.
“It’s ok baby, cum! Fill up that dirty slut’s cunt.” Ashley screamed as she continued to grind her crotch in Whitney’s face, eager to coax her orgasm from her submissive tongue. Chris, obliged. His thrusts became frantic, desperate to heed his girlfriend’s command. Whitney felt the full force of his lust, each thrust a jolting reminder of her role, overwhelming her with a dizzying rush of emotions.
Ashley, her own climax building, met the rhythmic assault with a renewed intensity, her moans blending with the sounds of their shared pleasure. As Chris barreled toward his release, he leaned into Ashley, capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss. Chris’s primal grunts echoed in the room as he unloaded a thick load into Whitney’s needy cunt, wave after wave of his hot seed filling Whitney. She met his climax with a matching explosion of ecstasy, her own body arching violently as she reached her peak, clawing at the sheets with each thrust.
Her body stiffened, a final, convulsive tremor running through her as she met his release. Ashley buckled and came simultaneously, her climax causing her to squirm on Whitney’s face, and releasing her tight grip on her hair.
Whitney was already lost, her body wracked with pleasure, as the final spasms of Chris’s release shuddered through her, forcing her into an insane, dizzying orgasm.
Drenched in sweat and satisfaction, they collapsed onto Whitney, their bodies intertwined and their breaths mingling in the heavy air. Whitney lay beneath them, spent and fulfilled, her own climax still reverberating through her, knowing she’d served her purpose.
Chris stood first, catching his breath and soaking in the scene. Ashley rolled off Whitney, her lips swollen and red, her body glistening with sweat. Chris leaned over and kissed Ashley, and then began to get dressed, while Ashley lay still, and smiled at Whitney, remained motionless on the bed, basking in the perfect fulfillment and surrender of the moment, a feeling she had missed so badly.
“You’re right baby, she is a good girl.” Ashley purred. “Maybe we should have her over more often.”
“Works for me.” Chris shrugged. “My blue balls were starting to fuck up my grades.”
Ashley rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m starving. Lets grab some food, babe. Let the whore rest up a little, I wanna get in a few more orgasms later, maybe she can show you how to actually use you tongue.”
“Hey!” Chris stammered as he opened the door for Whitney before they disappeared into the hall.
Whitney, still trembling, lazily sat up, her gaze fixed on the closed door. A strange feeling of relief and desire washed over her. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, a slow smile gracing her lips. The taste of Ashley still lingered on her tongue, and the warmth of Chris’s seed slowly dripping from her used cunt. She rubbed her pussy in contentment, eager for her playmates to return.
