Pt 03 - Reclaiming Jen

Please read Pt 1 and 2 first. This will make no sense if you don't.

"Jen," I said, looking up from my breakfast and setting down my fork. It was the morning after the... well, I still wasn't sure what to call it. 'The morning after watching her get fucked by two strange black men in our living room.'

"Yeah?" she replied without looking up.

"Jen, I need you to look at me."

Lifting her head between her slumped shoulders she said, "What, Evan?"

"Really? That's how we're going to do this? We need to talk about what happened... about what's happening... fuck..."

She reached out and touched my hand interrupting me, "I know," she said. "I know, but...," she paused and looked down at her breakfast like it was suddenly very interesting. Then looking up with a completely new expression on her face. An expression that looked an awful lot like the one she had on her face right before she had Dread's cock in her mouth. "But are you really sure you want to go there?"

I recoiled, "Well, when you say it like that..." and I just sat there trying to look angry and failing. And being pretty sure I just looked defeated.

"I know you're right; we do need to talk. But I'm not sure..." and she paused.

"You don't think I can handle it," I said. "I don't know if I can, but I am sure about one thing. If we don't talk about this, we're done." I think I expected her to be more contrite. Maybe she would apologize or say something to reassure me. But she just stared at me with that expression on her face. Was she challenging me?

"Ok..., ask me?", she said, and I could swear I saw the corners of her mouth turn up almost imperceptibly.

"Did...", was all I got out and my mouth hung open like a fish out of water trying to catch a breath.

"Did I like it? Is that what you are trying to ask?"

"Yes," was all I said in a whisper.

"Evan, the truth is..." she paused looking up at the ceiling, then back at me, "the truth is, this whole thing has been a fantasy of mine since, well, a long time." Again, she paused gaging my reaction. Which is fair, because I was a little shocked and she could see it on my face. "It's just a fantasy Evan," trying to reassure me, "well, it WAS just a fantasy..." she trailed off looking away and smiling to herself.

"If that is supposed to help reassure me, it doesn't," I said trying not to hide any of my irritation.

She looked back at me and squeezed my hand and became more serious. "Evan, I love your cock, I really do. And I love you. And I have always wondered and fantasized about what a huge black cock would feel like. And I have always wondered and fantasized about what it would be like to be dominated by the same man wielding that giant tool. The other day, I was terrified when those guys broke in. I could see that they hurt you and I was afraid they were going to hurt me. But as soon as he started touching me, dominating me, commanding me, something changed."

"Yeah, you turned into to someone I don't know. You gave yourself to those savages and you loved it!" I said, my voice rising.

"I'm still yours, Evan. I just have needs. Again, I love your cock, but the way that huge black cock felt inside me..."

"Goddamnit, Jen," I exhaled.

"Look, if you can't handle what I'm telling you..."

I put up my hands in surrender, "sorry."

"I know this is hard to hear, Evan, but the buttons that huge thing pushed inside me were like nothing I have experienced. I need that in my life."

"So, I guess you take it in the ass now too?" I queried, trying to take a shot at her.

"Yeah, I guess I do," she replied without expression. "And you can have my ass too, Evan. I still belong to you."

"And the squirting, how long have you known you could do that?" I said feeling petty, but I had to know.

"Honestly, Evan, I have never done that. That's a first!" she said triumphantly. Then realizing how it sounded, she grimaced.

Feeling a little crushed by her last admission, "So, what about my needs?" I pleaded. "Do my needs count for anything?"

"Evan, don't you need your woman to be happy and satisfied?"

"That's not fucking fair. And what I need is to have my woman belong to me, not be some street slut taking random cock from criminals." I regretted it as it left my lips, but I meant it.

"I know you're hurt, Evan, but it's not like you haven't been participating and enjoying it yourself. You need to be responsible for the fact that you have been getting something out of this too."

My face burned with the truth. There it was right out there on the table. Something about this was in fact very erotic and turned me on in a way I could not explain. I just wished it didn't have to involve Jen... or something. Hell, I was so confused at this point I could barely think straight. "Yeah, ok." I conceded.

She squeezed my hand again. "So, yes, I'm still yours and we can make this something for the two of us. We can explore this and have it work for us both," she said with way too much enthusiasm.

"How so?" I said being stubborn.

"You asked me if I liked it, didn't you," the look on her face changing to something sultry and a bit menacing.

"I did...." and she quickly interrupted.

"You mean, did I like the way it felt when that huge black cock stretched my little pussy?", she said slowly in a teasing, sultry voice as she leaned in a little closer and bit the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

Again, my mouth moved but no sound came out. But I felt my cock twitch to life and started to harden against my will.

She could see the flush in my face. She started to smile a sexy little grin and said, "Or did I like the way it felt when two giant black cocks filled my ass and my pussy at the same time?" She stood up and stepped around the corner of the table. She pushed my plate out of the way. She was wearing the same sweatpants she had been wearing the day before. She slowly pulled the string and released the knot. They dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of them. Then she climbed onto the table in front of me and put her feet on my thighs. She spread her legs and pushed her pussy toward my face. "Or did I like the way it felt when his big black cock came all over my face? Did I like the taste of his cum in my mouth? Is that what you want to know?"

My cock was rock hard. This all felt terribly wrong, but so hot at the same time. I could tell we were moving into new territory and there was no going back. She continued, "I can tell you that I really liked the way it felt when CJ pumped his cum inside me. And I loved it when you licked his cum out of my pussy while the other one fucked my ass."

I was so turned on that I felt like I was losing control. I put my hands under her very fit and creamy thighs and shoved her back on the table. I buried my face in her perfectly shaved little pussy and started working her clit.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she yelled and grabbed my hair with both hands. "Eat that freshly fucked pussy. That's a good boy." And I did as I was told.

Then she commanded, "put your fingers inside me." I slid the two middle fingers of my right hand into her pussy and started working her G-spot. "Oh my god, Evan. Yes, baby, keep doing that. Fuck yes." It didn't take long. Maybe 5 minutes later she rose to a savage orgasm, "Ohhhhhhhh FUCK. Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, FUCK." Her body wracked, she squeezed my head between her thighs and sprayed her juices all over my face and the kitchen table.

I pulled her up to her feet and caught the look on her face. She looked amused and was clearly loving this game. I spun her around and bent her over the table. I put the head of my throbbing cock against her dripping wet pussy and pushed. It easily slid in as wet as she was. I started pounding her from behind.

She giggled, "You liked watching me get fucked, didn't you, baby?"

And I heard, "YES" leave my lips to my own surprise. "And you liked being their little cum slut didn't you?" I said.

Jen purred, "yes, I loved being their cum slut and cumming all over their big cocks."

I smacked her perfect ass hard, and she let out a yelp that turned into a giggle. "You dirty fucking slut!" I growled to the sound of my hips slapping against her wet ass.

"I am such a dirty slut," she sighed. "I love taking strange black cock and making you watch." I continued pounding, speeding up now. "You liked watching that too didn't you, my little cuck boy."

"Yes," was all I could say. I pulled out, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up off the table. I pushed her down on her knees in front of me, shoved my cock in her mouth. "Suck that cock you little cum slut." And she sucked and stroked and pulled on my balls all the while, looking up at me with those blue eyes.

I could feel the orgasm coming and it was going to be intense. My legs and my ass were already shaking. Jen ran her hand up the back of my leg then stuck a finger in my ass. I kept fucking her face until my ass seized and it was like my whole body was sending the load as my asshole clamped down on her finger. I grabbed her hair and pushed her head back and sent a thick rope of cum across her forehead. The next pulse came and I sent another rope across her eye. I put the head of my cock back into her mouth and she used the tip of her tongue on the bottom of my head and the orgasm got even more intense. I filled her mouth with the rest of my load, which she willingly swallowed. "Good little cum slut." I said.

"Lick the rest of your cum off my face and feed it to me," she commanded. And I did as I was told.

After it was over, we both got dressed without saying a word. Then, I finally managed, "That was pretty hot."

"Yes, it was," she said, and smiled a sinister little smile.

"I'm glad we had this talk," I grinned, trying to be funny. Then my expression became serious. "So, is this the new normal?" I asked.

"I'm not sure how normal it is," she said making air quotes with her fingers, "but it works for me," she said. "Are you ok with it?"

"I still don't know. Honestly, sharing you with other men makes me a little sick. But there is a part of it that turns me on in a very dark way. I guess we can explore that. We'll either make it or we won't. But we're here now."

She looked at me holding the kitchen towel she had just used to wipe off her face. One corner of her mouth turned up in a half smile, she raised her eyebrows, nodded at me and playfully tossed the towel in my face. Then she turned without a word and walked off toward the bathroom, with that tight, perfect ass jiggling around the corner. I heard her start a shower. I sat down in the chair and looked at the mess on the table; half eaten breakfast and pussy juice, and began to wonder how this would all play out.