Chapter 0 - Ex Girlfriend

DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story is really, really weird and is based on a strange fantasy I concocted that brings together some unusual fetishes, and yes, features hardcore sex between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.
 
NOTE (AND WARNING): This story features fetishes that not everyone will be into. Like, extremely strange and unique fetishes. It’s probably one of the weirdest stories I’ve written so just wanted to give a warning up front. In spite of this, I hope there is someone out there that enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
 
 
 
EX GIRLFRIEND
 
“Are you sure you’re fine with this?” Kyle asked his girlfriend while she put the finishing touches on her makeup. He stood in the doorway to their bathroom, watching as she expertly traced the mascara under her eyes. “I can still text her and cancel, say that something came up.”
 
“I’m fine with it.” Done with her eyes, Ashley reached into the cabinet and pulled out the hairspray. She bent at the waist and flipped her head upside down, her brown hair cascading like a waterfall. She sprayed all over, Kyle turning away to avoid the blast, before popping back up in a flourish, tossing her hair with her hands before it set. “If anyone seems not fine with it, it’s you.”
 
Kyle sighed. He was most definitely not fine with it. Who could blame him? He was about to have dinner with both his current girlfriend and his ex. Nothing was fine with that. However, he and Amanda were always bizarrely competitive with one another, constantly fighting for dominance, with Amanda usually coming out the victor. Even now, years after they’d broken up, nearly as long as he’d been with Ashley, that rivalry apparently still festered inside of him. He knew that if he canceled, if he willfully chickened out of this dinner, Amanda could take it as a victory. And he was going to allow that.
 
When Amanda reached out to him out of the blue a few months ago, he nearly dropped his phone in surprise. It’d been almost two years since they last spoke, ever since their blowout a few months after he and Ashley started dating. They had already been broken up for nearly six months by the time of the big fight and were attempting to remain friends. And up until that point, things were going rather well, about as well as their relationship had been. Then again, considering the fact they had broken up, maybe that wasn’t saying much.
 
They had just gotten back from lunch together when Kyle finally told her that he’d been seeing someone—and Amanda proceed to lose her mind. If there was a word to describe Amanda and Kyle’s relationship, it was passionate. Passionate feelings. Passionate sex. And passionate fights. Many times those passionate fights came from passionate feelings and led to passionate sex. However, this time, they were broken up and Kyle was with someone else. So the passionate fight instead ended with passionate yelling, passionate arguing, and a passionate slam of the door.
 
They both apparently moved on, neither one wanting to reach out to the other, that embedded rivalry keeping either of them from making the first move. Then two years later, the message came. Kyle had told Ashley immediately, not wanting to keep anything a secret form her. Although Ashley never met Amanda, she knew of her, knew the stories, and knew she and Kyle had stopped talking, though Kyle never went into detail why. So, she actually wasn’t that overly concerned when he told her that Amanda had messaged him, more curious than anything else. 
 
“Why’s she reaching out after so long?” she had asked.
 
“I don’t know. I haven’t responded back yet. If you’re cool with it...”
 
“Of course. I don’t care. You guys were well broken up by the time we got together and it’s been years. Unless you’re harboring some secret feelings for her still...”
 
“Absolutely not. Okay, I’ll respond back.”
 
Over the flowing months, Kyle and Amanda slowly started to talk more and more. It took a while for them to rebuild any sort of friendship but over time, it happened. It helped that not too long after they had reconnected, Amanda apologized for the fight they had, saying that she was immature and just felt slighted that even though they were so close, he was keeping a secret like that from her. He apologized as well, saying that he should have trusted her more and that he was worried that if she knew he was dating someone, she might have tried something, which was immature and mean of him to assume. Amanda laughed that bit off, jokingly asking him if he was worried she would try something with him or with Ashley. As if, he had responded, feeling himself slipping back into their casual way of speaking with one another.
 
If anything, they were even better friends than before. Then tension between them had evaporated over the years and since neither seemed too concerned with walking on eggshells around the other anymore, everything just felt naturally chill. They talked regularly, more than even Ashley probably assumed. It wasn’t that Kyle was keeping it a secret, but just that he didn’t feel it necessary to mention every time he was talking to her unless she asked.
 
It was a little over a week ago, when Kyle felt an old familiar feeling bubbling up: trepidation. They were messaging back and forth as usual when Amanda suddenly said, “Hey, let’s get dinner,” and Kyle’s stomach tied itself into a knot reading those words. It was one thing to be talking again, but getting dinner together? He wasn’t sure. He’d had to clear it with Ashley of course but even then, he just wasn’t sure. He couldn’t even voice why—or maybe more accurately, deep down he knew why but didn’t want to voice it.
 
“I don’t know, Amanda. Wouldn’t it be just a little weird the two of us getting dinner together? Maybe lunch?”
 
“What?” She responded back. “No. The three of us. You, me, and Ashley. We’ve never met, so could be fun.”
 
“Ohhhh! lol  Yeah, maybe. We’ll figure something out.”
 
Kyle felt relieved although they didn’t end up making plans that night since he had to go soon afterward. It kind of fell out of his mind after that, but then three days later, while lounging on the couch, Ashley said, “Oh, hey. Amanda just friended me.”
 
“Huh? You don’t have to accept that,” Kyle said, eyebrow cocked. He pulled up his messenger app. “I can text her.”
 
“Don’t do that. It’s totally fine. I’ll accept it.”
 
Kyle was partway through typing up a message to Amanda when Ashley gasped, “Oh wow.”
 
“What?” Kyle said, nearly dropping his phone and darting up in concern. He made his way over to her and saw her scrolling through Amanda’s feed. “Everything okay?”
 
“Yeah, I just... never really seen her before.” It occurred to Kyle how accurate that statement was. Neither had really seen each other previously. They never cross paths when Ashley and Kyle started dating, and both Amanda and Ashley had private profiles. Plus, Kyle and Amanda had both long since deleted their mutually tagged photos. “She’s really pretty.” Ashley instinctively double tapped, liking a recent photo of Amanda’s smiling face looking up at the camera.
 
Amanda was pretty. That much was true. But it wasn’t like her and Ashley were that far off from each other physically. Kyle did have a type after all. Both had pale skin, brown hair and brown eyes. Neither possessed very large breasts or big asses. However, there were some physical differences that separated the two. Amanda was considerably shorter and smaller, making her breasts and butt appear bigger by comparison. Ashley was tall and lanky, giving her a slimmer figure. Both had nice legs but again Amanda’s size made her’s seem thicker and shapelier. Ashley had a heart-shaped face and Disney princess-like features. Amanda’s face was a little longer, with a somewhat large nose and piercing eyes.
 
The biggest difference between the two girls though was the way they carried themselves. Ashley was a little reserved and awkward, sometimes uncomfortable in her body, but Amanda exuded a little of ease and confidence that increased her attractiveness from just pretty to downright hot. Kyle, of course would never say that to Ashley.
 
“Yeah, sure, but so are you.” Kyle leaned down and gave her a kiss and she smiled up at him before turning back to her phone. She continued to look through Amanda’s photos liking some and Kyle sat back down. He deleted the message he was going to send.
 
Unbeknownst to Kyle, after becoming friends, Amanda and Ashley had apparently started to chat with each other in the following days. He had seen them commenting on each other’s photos, and a few times he’d even seen Ashley scrolling through Amanda’s page again, but he had no idea they were also talking until two days ago, when Ashley told him, “We’re going to dinner with Amanda on Friday.”
 
“What now?” He asked. “When did that happen? How did that happen?”
 
“We were talking and she—”
 
“You were talking?”
 
“Yeah, we’ve been talking for, like, days now. She’s really fun.”
 
“Okay. I still—”
 
“Anyway, she said she had mentioned to you that we should all get dinner together but you never responded. So, we made plans for Friday if you’re fine with that.”
 
“I guess I am?” Kyle said, very obviously unsure. But Ashley took it as confirmation anyway, turning back to her phone to respond to Amanda. “Are you fine with it?”
 
“Yeah,” she said, grinning as her fingers flew across the screen. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
 
Now, here they were, dressed and ready to head out to dinner with his ex-girlfriend. 
 
Ashley walked over and draped her hands around his neck. She smelled wonderful and looked great. Her shoulder-length hair was styled into voluminous waves, her makeup highlighted her eyes, and her cotton dress hugged her tight in all the right places and flowed out wide in others, causing the hem to swish and expose more of her creamy thighs when she walked. She leaned in and their lips met, tongues quickly extending into each other’s mouths. Kyle reached down and cupped and squeeze her small butt in his hands. The cotton fabric did little to protect her cheeks and he felt her lace panties underneath.
 
“It’ll be fine,” she said breaking away. “So long as keep your eyes off her.”
 
“Well, considering how amazing you look,” Kyle said as they left, “it’ll be hard to even pay attention to her.”
 
Kyle was wrong. It was going to be extremely difficult not to pay attention to Amanda. Ashley looked great, yes. But Amanda was downright stunning. It had been a long time since Kyle had seen her and he’d forgotten just how good she could look. Even Ashley’s jaw dropped when she arrived to their table. Amanda’s hair flowed in heavy waves of thick curls, bright eyeshadow gave color to her dark eyes, and her lipstick drew their attention to her pouty bottom lip. As for her dress, Ashley’s did a good job showcasing what figure she had, but Amanda’s clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her breasts, butt, and legs, making her modest proportions literally pop.
 
“Hi!” Amanda said with a cheerful smile, flashing her bright white teeth. Kyle and Ashley scrambled to their feet to return her greeting. “Sorry I’m a little late.”
 
Kyle leaned in to give his ex an awkward hug, telling her that they only just got there themselves. Once he let her go, Amanda turned toward Ashley, and somehow, her smile grew wider. Wrapping her arms around the hips of the taller girl, she pulled her close. After a shocked pause, Ashley returned the hug, slipping her hands around Amanda’s shoulders to keep her balance.
 
“It’s so great to finally meet you,” Amanda said drawing back but leaving her arms around Ashley’s lower back. “I love your dress!”
 
“Thanks,” Ashley said, flattered by the compliment. “Yours looks just amazing on you.” 
 
Amanda grinned and finally let Ashley go. Kyle drew in a deep breath, and then everyone took their seats. 
 
Much to Kyle’s delight, dinner went by very smoothly. Ashley and Amanda got along exceptionally well, and despite his concerns over any strange behavior from Amanda or about her sharing any embarrassing stories, she came off really charming and friendly. She had them laughing on more than one occasions, Ashley especially. Naturally the bottle of wine they split between them helped lighten the mood. Both Kyle’s ex and current girlfriend were both lightweights and by the end of dinner, they were being very “girl positive” and complimentary to one another.
 
“I have to admit Kyle, you still look great,” Amanda said downing her last glass of red, “but your girlfriend is just so cute.” 
 
“Thanks?” Kyle said with a grin and cocked eyebrow. “I think?”
 
Amanda playfully slapped with him one hand before reaching over and placing the other on top of Ashley’s. She leaned forward over the table and met Ashley’s eyes in that drunkenly serious way. “Seriously, I love your features.”
 
“Get out of here,” Ashley laughed, eye darting to where Amanda’s hand laid on hers. Kyle noticed her thumb subconsciously brush across the other girl’s. “Your makeup is out of this world. And that dress on you... Kyle was definitely checking you out.”
 
“Hey now!” Kyle exclaimed, trying to defend himself. “I was not.”
 
“It’s okay,” Ashley said, rolling her eyes before laughing again. “I could barely stop myself from doing it even.”
 
“Please. With you around that’s hard to believe.” Amanda picked up her glass before noticing it was empty and placing it back down with a frown. “Have you ever thought about cutting your hair short? Not, like, super short, but a little longer than a pixie, styling up the front.”
 
“No, why?” Ashley asked, raising her free hand to tousle her styled hair, the other one still occupied by Amanda’s.
 
“With your body, I think you’d have this really androgynous look. I think you’d look so sexy like that.”
 
Kyle felt his cock twitch in his pants. His ex-girlfriend calling her current girlfriend sexy sent his drunken mind into a fantasy spiral and he adjusted himself in his seat.
 
“Hey!” Amanda said, finally pulling her hand away from Ashley’s, much to the other girl’s clear dismay. “You guys want to come back to my place? I have more drinks and I’m not ready for the night to end.”
 
“Uh, sure,” Kyle said, turning to his girlfriend. “I’d be okay with that if you are?”
 
“Yeah,” Ashley said, signaling for the check. “Let’s do it!”
 
One Uber ride later, the three were back at Amanda’s place, sitting on the couch in her living room. They had turned the TV on, a sitcom running in the background, but no one was really paying attention. Instead, they had continued talking, sipping another round of drinks, Amanda and Kyle sitting on the ends, Ashley between them. Everyone was feeling good and despite how late it was, no one wanted the night to end just yet. Kyle was surprised by this considering how worried he was before the dinner, but Amanda clearly still had that attractive pull she always did. You just wanted to be in her orbit, the size of her personality pulling you in like gravity.
 
“Another round?” Amanda said once they finished their third drink of the night, the first since arriving at her place. Everyone nodded. “Kyle, can you make it for us this time?” she asked sweetly. “I’m just soooo sleepy and you’re soooo good at making mixed drinks.”
 
At one point earlier, Amanda had leaned across Ashley to laugh at a joke Kyle said and playfully shoved a hand into his thigh before returning to her spot. While doing so, she had draped an arm around the back of the sofa where Ashley sat and when she got back into her spot, she had left it there. Now she used that positioning to fake a yawn and lean her head into Ashley’s shoulder. Kyle rolled his eyes. Typical Amanda. Kyle got to his feet, swaying from the rush of the alcohol hitting him as he stood up. He grabbed their empty glasses from the table and headed toward the kitchen, which was just around the corner from where they sat. 
 
“Thank you!” Amanda said brightly, popping her head off Ashley’s shoulder, suddenly quite awake. Ashley laughed at the whole exchange, giving Amanda a playful push with her shoulder.
 
In the kitchen, Kyle grabbed a bottle of whiskey, some honey, and sour mix. Placing the items on Amanda’s marble kitchen countertop, he turned back to grab some ice from the freezer. It was on his way back that he noticed the mirror hanging to the left of Amanda’s dining room table in front of him. The mirror ended up reflecting directly into the living room, and from his spot at the counter, he saw Ashley and Amanda from the back sitting on the couch. They were facing each other, Amanda saying something in her usual animatedly intense way and Ashley listening with a slight blush. Kyle wondered if maybe Amanda’s overpowering attitude might be too much for his girlfriend, the intensity of her personality threatening to envelope the more shy of the two.
 
He quickly got to work on the drinks, hoping to get back in there to save Ashley from his ex. They were having a great time, but maybe Ashley still wasn’t ready to be left alone with Amanda. He was pouring the whiskey when he darted his eyes back up toward the mirror to check on his girlfriend... and saw her and Amanda, lips pressed together kissing. Kyle’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and his jaw almost shattered on the marble countertop. Amanda’s hand was on Ashley’s shoulder, while Ashley’s was on the back of Amanda’s head. Their lips parted and he saw a flash of pink when he felt whiskey pouring on his hand.
 
“Fuck.” He tugged the bottle away, thankfully only spilling a little of the liquid.
 
“Everything okay?” he heard Amanda call out as he grabbed paper towels from nearby.
 
“Yeah! Just spilled some stuff. All good.” He wiped up the mess and gazed back up toward the mirror, trying to be subtle in case they saw him looking. But Amanda and Ashley were back to talking, in the same way they were before, nothing appearing out of the ordinary. He must have been imagining things. It wouldn’t surprise him if he was. The alcohol hit him hard and ever since Amanda off-handedly called Ashley sexy, his mind had unwittingly wandered toward the erotic possibilities, the thought of a threesome between them making his dick twitch in his pants. 
 
Bringing the drinks back into the living room, they clinked their glasses together and went straight back to talking.
 
The alcohol continued to loosen Kyle’s mind and he began to imagine moments between Ashley and Amanda. He swore when Amanda’s arm was back around Ashley’s shoulder, her fingers were stroking his girlfriend’s skin. When Ashley leaned forward to grab her glass from the table, she definitely placed her hand on Amanda’s bare thigh. And on his way to the bathroom, he certainly saw Amanda shift her body toward Ashley and lift her leg to climb on top of her, diving her lips toward his girlfriend’s. It took him a while to finally pee, having to forcefully coax his erection down from all the scenarios he had been imagining. 
 
When he finally emerged from the restroom, Kyle thought he must have blacked out and was dreaming or that maybe his mind finally broke, his imagination fully taking over. Approaching the couch, he saw the back of Ashley’s tilted up head and Amanda’s arms hanging on either side of her neck. The smaller girl was straddling his girlfriend’s lap, face angled down toward Ashley’s, their lips pressed together as they kissed passionately, tongues dancing between each other’s mouths. The reality of the scene became more and more evident as he slowly made his way toward them. He heard their heavy breathing, the smacking of their hungry lips. He drew closer and saw that Amanda was gently bouncing up and down. He saw why when he came around the couch.
 
Amanda’s dress had been hiked up to her waist, and her black lacey, boy-cut panties had been pushed to the side. Ashley’s right hand was down between her own thighs, palm up, back against her own mound on top of her dress. The positioning caused her ring and middle fingers to extend upward like a small cock... one that Amanda was slowly riding, gradually raising and lowering her hips to fuck Ashley’s digits into her wet hole. 
 
The two girls moaned into each other’s mouths and Kyle’s cock hardened in his pants, getting stiffer and stiffer as he took in more of the sight.
 
One of the straps of Ashley’s dress had been pulled down far enough that most of her small breast was out in the open, but otherwise, she was still completely clothed. Amanda’s hands, previously hanging down off the back of couch, had come up to bury themselves into Ashley’s thick hair. Kyle followed the angle to their faces, mouths still mashed together in an intense lip lock. Amanda shoved her long tongue into the other girl’s mouth, making her nearly gag from the deep intrusion. Kyle’s gaze dropped lower, taking in the sight of Amanda’s sexy panty-clad butt and perfectly shaped legs, thighs muscles tensing and relaxing as the pace of her bouncing increased, fucking herself faster onto Ashley’s fingers.
 
“Mmmm... god you feel so good.” Amanda panted breathily, breaking their kiss at last. She leaned back, hands gripping tightly to the back of the couch to keep herself from tumbling off. The 45-degree angle allowed her to thrust herself right into Ashley’s hips. “Put your thumb on my—oh yes! Yes! Uh uh uh, oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
 
Kyle wanted to say something, wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but his intoxicated and aroused brain lost the ability to form sentences or even will himself to move, the need to keep watching overpowering the desire to break them apart. Amanda was clearly close to orgasm and his rock-hard cock desperately wanted to see his ex cum from getting finger fucked by his girlfriend. 
 
Lustfully staring at Amanda’s face with half-lidded eyes, Ashley drank in the sight of her pleasure-filled expression as she rode and gyrated her body on top of her. Amanda gritted her teeth and bucked wildly, nearly losing control of her thrusting hips as her orgasm approached. Ashley’s left hand was already on Amanda’s bare waist and she shifted her grip and held tighter to help keep the smaller girl stabilized. Her the other hand was slick with Amanda’s juices. Her fingers slid easily in and out of Amanda’s soaking wet cunt despite her tightness, and her thumb pressed and rubbed against her clit.
 
“Ungh ungh ungh,” Amanda grunted, slamming herself down onto Ashley’s digits. “Christ I’m so close. Make me cum. Make me fucking cum ungh you sexy fucking bitch! Ahhhhh SHIT! UNNGGHH!”
 
Amanda’s body tensed and she tossed her head back. Mouth open, eyes clenched, face screwed into a mask of bliss, she arched her back seductively as she pushed her hips forward, sinking as deep down onto Ashley’s fingers as she could. She let out a wail of ecstasy and came hard, her hips grinding against Ashley in spurts and fits as she rode her orgasm in a cock-strainingly erotic display. She never came like that in the entire time she and Kyle had dated.
 
With a gasp of relief, Amanda collapsed forward onto Ashley, her lips aggressively meetings hers in a hungry kiss. She broke away, panting, and growled, “Bedroom.”
 
Ashley nodded.
 
“Wait, what, no, stop,” Kyle said, struggling to speak between the amount of alcohol in him and the lust addling his brain. Amanda turned a fierce gaze his way. “You can’t—”
 
“You’d rather Ashley get left like this?” She glowered at him while reaching one hand down to grip and squeeze one of Ashley’s breasts, making her moan. “What kind of boyfriend doesn’t want his girlfriend to get relief? I would never do that.”
 
“That’s not—”
 
Amanda turned back to Ashley, meeting her eyes and smiling down at her. Ashley stared back, enchanted by the girl above her. “You don’t want a boyfriend that would do that right?”
 
Ashley shook her head.
 
“You want someone that’ll make you feel good.”
 
Ashley nodded.
 
“Good,” Amanda said. She lifted herself off Ashley’s lap and stood in front of her. Reaching down to the hem of her dress, she peeled it up and over her head, tossing the fabric onto the sofa. Ashley’s eyes went wide at the incredible sight of Amanda’s near nude body. Amanda hadn’t been wearing a bra and her bare breasts drew both Kyle and Ashley’s gaze. It’d been a while since he’d seen them, but they looked as magnificent as they had years ago, perfectly perky and capped with chestnut brown nipples. They were small, only a little bigger than Ashley’s, but appeared much larger due to Amanda’s frame. “I’m going upstairs. Anyone that wants to join me can.”
 
She turned and made her was up the stairs, heading to her bedroom. Kyle and Ashley watched her go, following the sway of her hips. As she continued walking, she grabbed her panties and pushed them off, the flimsy material falling onto the steps as Amanda walked the rest of the way bare ass naked. 
 
Without so much as glancing Kyle’s way, Ashley hopped off the couch and followed her to the bedroom.
 
Kyle stood rooted to the spot. The shock of the situation had slowly started sobering him up, his fuzzy mind clearing as it tried to comprehend what exactly was going on. His girlfriend had just gotten off his ex-girlfriend, who had now invited her up to her bedroom... and she had gone. There was no doubt in his mind Amanda planned on fucking Ashley, but it was more shocking that Ashley apparently wanted to fuck Amanda. Or was it? His mind wandered back to the way he’d seen Ashley looking at Amanda’s pictures, how frisky she often got afterward. 
 
Thinking about it now, he remembered one odd occasion he had dismissed as a vivid wet dream. He and Ashley had gotten drunk as skunks at home. They had fucked wildly, Ashley riding him and cumming while mumbling and groaning about Amanda, how jealous she was that he dated someone that hot and how good of a fuck she must have been. The next morning, he had woken up hungover, Ashley already in the shower. He had assumed all of it was just a dream, especially when she didn’t mention anything or act out of the ordinary. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a dream after all.
 
Regardless, right now certainly wasn’t one. His girlfriend really was upstairs about to have sex with his ex. Should he leave? Should he wait? His cock, rock hard in his pants, answered for him. Kyle made his way up to Amanda’s bedroom.
 
Once inside the familiar space, he saw Ashley standing at the edge of the bed, looking toward the walk-in closet where he heard Amanda rummaging around inside. When she emerged, both their jaws dropped. Hanging down between Amanda’s legs was a big, thick strap-on cock. It looked almost comically large on her small body, extending halfway down her thighs. There was something so bizarrely erotic about the sight, about someone with Amanda’s body—long brown hair, beautiful face, sexy legs, shapely breasts and tapered waist—having a massive cock attached to it. Ashley certainly seemed to think so. Her hand was already under her dress as she rubbed herself over the sight of Amanda walking toward her, rubber cock in hand.
 
“Get undressed.”
 
Ashley practically tore her dress from her body, pushing the straps the rest of the way off her shoulders and arm and sliding the material down to the floor. She quickly popped her bra off, freeing her small tits, and shoved her panties off her narrow hips, exposing her lower lips, wet with arousal under her sparse but expansive bush of dark hair. 
 
“Mmm... fuck!” Amanda groaned, rapidly jerking the fake cock. “Look at that goddamn body.” She closed the distance between them and yanked Ashley’s mouth down to hers, aggressively kissing her and shoving her tongue down her throat in a fury of lust. One hand groped Ashley’s breast while the other reached around to squeeze and knead her small butt. Even Amanda’s small hands nearly enveloped both. Breaking their kiss, she pushed Ashley back so she plopped down onto the bed, legs hanging off the edge. “It’s almost fucking boyish.” She shoved Ashley’s thighs apart, lining the head of her strap-on with her dripping hole. “But it’s going to get fucked like a woman.” Amanda started to push her way into Ashley, causing the lanky girl to toss head back and groan in pleasure, but then Amanda abruptly stopped and grinned wickedly.
 
Ashley’s whined, hips twisting and legs wrapping around Amanda’s waist in an attempt to pull her in. But the smaller girl held her ground, grabbing Ashley by the waist for leverage. Finally, she relented and in one swift motion, Amanda buried the entirety of her thick fake dick in Kyle’s girlfriend’s pussy.
 
“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” Ashley screamed, finally finding her voice again in a cry of ecstasy. She arched her back, shoving her aching cunt into Amanda’s hips, her legs tightening around her as she had a quick but powerful orgasm. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me!”
 
Amanda jerked her hips back, pulling her cock almost all the way out of Ashley’s cunt before slamming forward again, making Ashley scream once more in pleasure. Gritting her teeth, Amanda didn’t bother going slow again. She started rapidly and feverishly pounding her cock into Ashley, fucking her like a wild animal while the girl writhed and moaned under her. Their coupling was primal, aggressive, passionate. A raw, unbridled fucking, filled with desire, want, and need. 
 
Kyle pulled his cock from his pants and started beating it. The visual of his girlfriend’s legs wrapped around his ex, of his ex’s tits bouncing uncontrollably as she fucked a cock bigger than his own into his girlfriend, sent a stream of precum dripping out of his tip and onto Amanda’s carpeted floor. It was like watching a live action porno. Ashley reached up to wrap her fist into Amanda’s hair and lifted her upper body off the bed so they could kiss. Amanda’s hips pistoned back and forth like a jackhammer, the sound of their flesh slapping together beating a steady rhythm that Kyle matched his with own jacking fist.
 
“Unngh fuck! You’ve wanted this haven’t you?” Amanda growled, biting at Ashley’s bottom lip. Her eyes darted down to their joined bodies, lingering on the sight of Ashley’s hole stretched around the rubber cock. “You’ve wanted it as bad as I fucking have.”
 
“Mmm, yes, oohhh, I’ve wanted it. Uh uh uh! As soon as I saw your picture, oh god, ohhhh fuck! You were so hot. I... ungh... I masturbated to you so many times. MMmmm! I came thinking about spreading my legs for you. Fuck!”
 
Ashley slammed back onto the mattress, clawing at her hair and mouth as she came again on Amanda’s thrusting cock. Kyle had never seen her like this, seen her act so depraved, but Amanda had that effect on people. Her dominance made you want to submit to her and the sheer debauchery of seeing it happen to his girlfriend nearly made him blow his load in excitement but he forced himself away from the edge, slowing his stroking to watch his ex continue to ravage her.
 
“Fuck, I love this body of yours,” Amanda said, shifting her hands to Ashley’s tits, now almost flat against her chest from her prone position. She kept pounding away at her pussy, Ashley’s recovering form quivering with every thrust, building itself back up again after coming down from her second orgasm of the night. “We’re ungh ungh going to get you that sexy fucking haircut. All new clothes. ungh ungh ungh! Trim this sexy bush.” Amanda’s hips rocked harder and faster, more sporadically as she worked herself up to her own second climax. “You’re going to look so hot as my sexy androgynous bitch out in public, with a perfect femme pussy for me to fuck with my big, thick cock at home!”
 
It all seemed insanely surreal. Kyle was well aware that Amanda had bi-sexual tendencies and that she had some unique sexual interests. She was the type of girl that got off to gay porn, that admitted to wondering what it would be like to fuck another girl with a cock, the twisted the better. It was one of the things that strained parts of their relationship, with her always pushing him down crazier, weirder, and downright depraved paths. But this was some next level kinkiness. He remembered the breaking point, finding an unusual porn vid saved to her computer while they were dating, a strange but undeniably arousing sexual encounter between what at first appeared to be a boy and a girl but revealed itself to be much more once their clothes came off. The one that looked like a boy had a pussy and the girl possessed a cock. 
 
When he had eventually asked Amanda about it, she had tried to get him to masturbate with her while watching it together, but he had refused. Undeterred, she went ahead without him, and he had watched as she brought herself to orgasm three times while watching... his own cock achingly hard the entire time. Even now he wasn’t sure if it was over the video, how into it Amanda was, or how into both things he was. They had broken up shortly afterward.
 
Now it was like she was trying to recreate that video in real life using Ashley... and this time he was getting off to it. And apparently, he wasn’t the only one.
 
“Oh my god! Oh fuck!” Ashley moaned, wrapping her arms around Amanda’s back and holding their sweaty bodies together. Amanda’s ass bounced up and down between her legs, her fake cock burying itself over and over again inside of her, their rutting bodies shaking the bedframe. “I’m so close again. I’m so fucking close.”
 
“Do it. Cum on my cock. Cum while your ex spills his load to the thought of you becoming my boyfriend,” Amanda hissed, her fingers twisted into Ashley’s hair and yanking her head back. “I want you to be my hot androgynous boytoy so bad. Tell me you want it too. Cum and tell me you want to be mine.”
 
“Yes! Yes yes yes! FUCK! YES! Anything! So! Long! As! You! Keep! Fucking Meeee!”
 
Ashley and Amanda both shrieked and came, grinding and twisting and bucking against one another. With a groan of his own, Kyle thrust into his fist one last time and jets of gooey white cum fired out of his cock, fat thick streams splattering again and again all over Amanda’s carpet. When he was finally empty, he gazed up to see Amanda smiling at him with satisfied eyes before she turned back to the panting Ashley beneath her and laid her head on her chest.
 
“I guess we should probably go?” Kyle said tucking himself back into his pants after giving everyone a moment to catch their breaths. For the first time since all of this began, Ashley looked his way, craning her neck to face him. 
 
“Um, you go ahead,” Ashley said, biting her lip as Amanda nibbled at her ear. They still lay together in a heap, Amanda’s rubber dick still inside of Ashley’s cunt. “You head on home and I’ll, ah,” Ashley gasped as Amanda began rocking her hips again, “I might, uh, stay a little longer. Mmmm.”
 
Even Kyle had to admit how good they looked together like that. Their naked bodies entwined, Ashley on her back, hair a mess, legs splayed with Amanda between them, rocking herself against Ashley’s mound.
 
“Uh, okay, sure,” he said, heading toward the bedroom door. “I’ll see you at home then.” 
 
He looked back to find that they weren’t even listening anymore. They were kissing again, Amanda gyrations turning into short thrusts. By the time he exited the apartment, it was to the sounds of the bed creaking and Ashley groaning.
 
Once he arrived home, Kyle waited up for Ashley another few hours, eventually jerking off one more time to the thought of her and Amanda fucking each other all through the night, before finally going to bed. She still wasn’t back by the time he had woken up late the next morning. She didn’t come home until three days—and many more shots of cum—later.
 
He was watching TV, trying to distract himself from jerking off yet again, when Ashley walked into the apartment with Amanda right behind her. However, the Ashley that came through the front door was not the same one that left through it days previously. 
 
“Hey, you’re back,” Kyle said, popping off the couch when they came in, his eyes lingering on her. She wore little makeup and was dressed in brand-new clothes. The sleeveless top was just a little oversized, hiding her breasts, and the joggers and sneakers combo made her hips appear even less shapely than usual and deemphasized her long legs. Her hair was also cut into a messy pixie style that really did look good on her. Amanda was right before. Ashley did look insanely hot like that, androgynous but still decidedly sexy. For her part, Amanda appeared equally appealing but more traditionally feminine, standing next to Ashley dressed in a lowcut top and flowy skirt. She was also holding Ashley’s hand in hers. “Uh, what’s with the...”
 
“That’s why we wanted to come by,” Ashley said, avoiding Kyle’s questioning gaze. She bit her lip as Amanda leaned her head against her shoulder and lightly nipped at her exposed skin. “I wanted to grab my toothbrush and some stuff, but we also wanted to let you know that Amanda and I are... together. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but she just makes me feel so good in so many ways I never expected. I know how crazy it is, but I had to give it a chance—” 
 
“—being my boyfriend,” Amanda finished, hands now snaking around Ashley’s waist. “We just felt like we should tell you rather than keep it a secret.”
 
Despite the shock of it all, Kyle felt his cock twitch in his pants, his mind filling with the erotic images of Amanda and this new version of Ashley fucking passionately. He was getting seriously turned on by the idea of them as girlfriends, or rather, boyfriend and girlfriend. There was something so hot about Ashley’s still feminine but androgynous look, especially next to the clearly girlish but domineering Amanda. Before he could even fully process it all, he found himself saying, “Thanks for telling me, I guess. It’s a little surprising seeing you like this but you do look...”
 
“Fucking hot, right?” Amanda said, and Kyle nodded in response, making Ashley blush. “She certainly gets my dick hard. And from the looks of it, yours, too.” 
 
The bulge in Kyle’s pants was much more pronounced as he nearly reached full mast from Amanda’s dirty talk. He started to apologize, a strange thing to do about his—now ex—girlfriend, before Amanda continued.
 
“It’s okay. There was actually one more reason we came over.” Amanda slipped behind Ashley and guided her over to where Kyle was standing by the couch. They stopped when Ashley was right in front of him. “We felt bad leaving you so unfulfilled and never getting one last chance with Ashley.” Amanda slid her hands off Ashley’s hips and toward the button on his jeans. “I won’t let you fuck her, but if you want,” Amanda flicked her wrist and the button popped open, “I’ll let my boyfriend suck your cock.”
 
The words sent a strange shiver through Kyle’s body. His lust-filled gaze ran up and down Ashley again, taking in her new appearance: the short hair, her small breasts almost unnoticeable, the somewhat baggy pants hanging low on her slim hips. She looked so different from the girl he had dated, but somehow so much more... desirable. She was exuding a level of confidence and comfortability he had never seen from her, and it made her hotter than she had never been previously. She was far sexier as Amanda’s boyfriend than she ever was as his girlfriend. It was so twisted, so fucked, and it was turning him on so much.
 
“Please.”
 
Amanda unzipped his pants and stepped back, letting Ashley take over. She smiled at him, grabbed his jeans by the waist, and tugged them down with her as she squatted down between his legs. His cock sprang into the open air, fully hard and already dripping precum from its tip. As Ashley’s warm breath pulsed on its head, Amanda meanwhile walked backward toward the couch, keeping them in her line of sight. Before she sat down, she hiked her skirt up and Kyle gasped, both from the sight that greeted him and from the feeling of Ashley’s hot, wet mouth sinking down onto his cock. 
 
Amanda had apparently made some slight changes as well. She wasn’t wearing any panties and instead wore her massive strap-on, the fat cock strapped to her thigh to keep it from tenting out her skirt. She released the thick member and it popped free, the long shaft extending 10 inches out in front of her and back to her crotch, where Amanda had let her bush grow out a bit, forming a patch of pubic hair that added to the lewd image of a beautiful girl with a big cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and sat back in the couch, slowly beginning to stroke it up and down at the same time as Ashley started bobbing her head back and forth onto his dick.
 
“Holy shit,” Kyle groaned, turning his gaze away from Amanda jerking herself off and down toward Ashley’s lips sliding back and forth onto his pole. Spit swished around inside of her mouth and she moved slowly at first, sensually sucking him in long deliberate bobs, taking him all the way into her mouth, stopping right before he entered her throat, and then pulling back and descending again. Ashley had gone down on him a number of times while they were dating, but never like this. Before, she had always seemed nervous, unsure, barely going past the three-inch mark. Not anymore apparently. She pushed further and gagged, the tip entering her throat. “Unnggghh, fuck, Ash.”
 
“Mmm, that’s so hot,” Amanda moaned, increasing the pace of her hand on her fake cock, the motion stimulating her clit and pumping a small section of the rubber phallus in and out of her own cunt. Sitting back in the couch, perfect legs and thighs spread wide apart, hand pumping up and down a huge cock emerging from her mound, it was such a bizarre and incredibly arousing sight. Almost as arousing as the one she was jerking off to. “It’s so hot watching my boyfriend suck your fucking dick. She looks like the perfect boytoy cocksucker bouncing her pretty face onto that hard cock.”
 
Ashley bounced that pretty face faster, taking Kyle’s shaft deeper and deeper into her throat, deeper than she’d ever gone. Kyle growled in pleasure, reaching down to wrap his fingers into Ashley’s hair like he used to but found himself instead running his hand through her shorn locks. He couldn’t believe how deep she was going. She clearly had practice over the last few days with Amanda’s much bigger dick, allowing her to completely take him down to the base. He gaped at her, lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowed, his fingers visible in her short-cropped hair. It really did almost look like a cute girlish boy was blowing him.
 
“She’s right. You look so hot like this,” Kyle gasped through panting breaths. He held the back of her head and rocked his hips to meet her thrusts, fucking her face. His cock slid in and out of her throat, sharp breaths coming from her nose. “Ohhhh fuck!”
 
 
“Yes,” Amanda hissed, her hips lifting off the couch to meet her pistoning fist. “You love it, don’t you? I want hear you say that my boyfriend looks hot sucking your cock.” 
 
“Your boyfriend... looks so fucking hot... sucking my cock.” Kyle tossed his head back, reveling in the feeling of fucking Ashley’s face, of the new feeling of her tight throat. “The hottest... she’s ever looked... is as your boyfriend...”
 
Ashley moaned around his shaft.
 
“FUCK!” Amanda cried out as she came, her hips jerking maniacally. “Get over here! Bring that sexy fucking ass over here now!”
 
“Hhwaaahhh!” Much to Kyle’s dismay, Ashley yanked her face off his cock with a heavy gasp of breath. A line of drool dripped off her bottom lip and down her chin and Kyle nearly erupted right then and there all over her face. She stumbled over to Amanda, who spun her around so she faced away from her and back toward Kyle. Grabbing her joggers by the waist, she yanked them down to Ashley’s mid-thigh. Kyle was surprised to not only see that, like Amanda, Ashley wasn’t wearing any underwear but also that her bush had been trimmed into a neat, sparse, landing strip. The entire time they’d been together, Ashley had a rather expansive bush. It wasn’t a jungle, she kept it maintained, but it ran the length and width of her mound. He never really minded but the contrast now of Ashley’s boyish look with a neatly trimmed, girlish pussy was downright sinful. In one smooth motion, Amanda grabbed Ashley by the hips and sank her down onto her cock. Ashley moaned in pleasure and began humping herself up and down. “Oh yes! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me!”
 
Close to completion, the sight of Amanda’s fat cock pounding Ashley’s pussy nearly set Kyle off. Repositioning himself in front of their fucking bodies, he held Ashley by the back of the neck and bent her over to sink her mouth back onto his achingly hard member. Her body bounced wildly as she got slammed from both ends, the slaps of her and Amanda’s colliding bodies mixing with the slurps and gags of Kyle’s cock pummeling her mouth and throat. 
 
“I always did want us to have a threesome,” Amanda grunted. “I’m so glad, uh uh fuck yes grind that femme cunt on my cock, we finally got this chance. Are you close?”
 
Kyle nodded, his thrusts into Ashley’s mouth jackrabbit fast, her own rocking onto her girlfriend’s cock matching pace as she approached her own orgasm, a series of cute mmph mmph mmphs emanating from her throat.
 
“Do you want to cum on her face?”
 
“I never wanted anything more in my life. I want to cum all over your boyfriend’s sexy face.”
 
“Do it! Fucking do it! Blast my boyfriend’s face with your hot fucking cum!”
 
Their debaucherous exchange was too much. Kyle jerked himself out of Ashley’s mouth, gripping his cock in his hand. The twistedness of the entire situation was the kinkiest, most fucked up, erotic experience of his entire life. Two pumps and a cry of passion later, he erupted. 
 
“Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!” As the first stream of his thick hot sticky cum splattered across Ashley’s face, her and Amanda both came, Ashley slamming herself down onto Amanda’s cock and Amanda lifting her hips up to meet her. The two of them aggressively ground their hips together, riding the waves of their orgasms as one, while Kyle rained his massive load onto his ex-girlfriend face’s, drenching her features in a layer of gooey cum, painting her eyebrows, her nose, cheeks, and lips, and even getting some in her stylishly short hair.
 
It was the hardest he had ever cum in his entire life. 
 
Over the new few weeks, Ashley moved out of Kyle’s place and into Amanda’s. The three of them stayed friends and talked often but despite his continued hopes, neither ever made a move to repeat what happened that day. However, that didn’t stop him from masturbating many times over to the memory of their tryst. It became a regular nightly routine for him to spew at least two loads to the thought of fucking Ashley’s face while Amanda looked on. Other times, he would pull up pictures of them from online and jerk off to the images, spilling copious amounts of cum over the idea of Amanda aggressively fucking his ex-girlfriend-turned-her-boyfriend. 
 
It wasn’t until he had just finished emptying his cum to the fantasy of Amanda watching while he pounded his cock into Ashley’s cute, small butt, jerking her own dick while begging him to fuck her boyfriend in the ass, that he finally determined he needed to move on. 
 
It took a while, but eventually he did manage to find someone else. 
 
Wanting a change, Kyle started dating a girl named Katie that he met at a coffee shop. She was the complete opposite of Ashley and Amanda, blonde with beautiful emerald green eyes, large breasts, wide hips, and a pert, sexy butt. She was sweet and outgoing and the sex between them was fantastic, if basic. Although, on a few occasions, he came hard while Katie rode him, imagining instead she was riding Amanda while Ashley went down on him while he watched. And on one or two occasions, he did involuntarily have sexual dreams involving Katie getting fucked from behind by Ashley while Amanda guided her head up and down her own cock. But overall, their relationship was going extremely well, and Kyle stared to feel like his old self again.
 
It was almost a year later when he finally felt sure enough about his and Katie’s relationship, and that he had sufficiently gotten over Amanda and Ashley, to update his status online from “single” to “in a relationship.” He and Katie were lying together on the couch, Katie’s back braced against his chest, when he made the change.
 
“Oh, hey,” Katie said suddenly, an alert popping up on her phone. “Your exes just friended me.” She turned her head to look up at him. “Should I accept?”
 
Kyle’s cock twitched in his pants.

