After a steamy and fulfilling evening together, Cynthia and the boys continued getting together over the course of several weeks. Meeting up at home, in hotels, and even again in the park, their sex-filled adventures seemed to occur anywhere possible.
There was one blatant aspect missing, however. Kevin insisted that only he have sex with Cynthia. Peter and Cynthia were free to do anything but intercourse. Each time when they came close, Kevin would interject. It was clear he did not approve of them making that step in front of him.
Although Kevin plainly denied it to Cynthia when they spoke in private, he was jealous of Peter. He didn't like seeing Cynthia's expression every time Peter revealed his larger than average penis. He was uncomfortable seeing how quickly Cynthia was able to achieve orgasm whenever Peter was around. He feared he was not enough for her, sexually and perhaps emotionally.
But he allowed it to continue because Cynthia enjoyed it. And he did not want to end things with her altogether. So he found it best to try and make it work.
Throughout all of this, he also had to delicately balance his relationship with Amy. If it were anyone else, he'd probably have broken things off. But Amy was different. She was special. He truly adored her. He didn't want to hurt her and was fearful of her finding out.
"Why do you always ask me this?" Amy pleaded as she sat up in bed and began to put her clothes back on.
"What are you doing?" Kevin asked, stunned as he was left with a raging hard-on.
"I'm not in the mood anymore," Amy said. "Every time we hook up, you ask me if your dick is big enough and if it satisfies me."
Kevin was caught off guard, but he couldn't deny that it was true.
"Kevin, it's fine. I don't care about your dick size. I don't know why you're so obsessed with it." Amy got out of bed and walked to her dresser mirror. She carefully tied her hair in a messy bun.
"I'm sorry," Kevin said, suddenly embarrassed to be naked. He hastily covered himself with the duvet.
Amy returned to the bed and sat down. She put her hand on Kevin's leg. "Kev, I love you. I love everything about you. You don't need to be so insecure about that stuff with me."
"I'm not insecure, Amy."
"You sound it! Every two seconds... 'Do you think it's big?'...'Does it fill you up enough?'...'Do you wish it was bigger?'" Amy mocked Kevin.
"You're right," Kevin relented. "I can understand how annoying that must be."
Amy smiled. "Kevin... if it's a kink or something, that's fine. But you sound genuinely concerned that you're not enough for me."
She rubbed his leg and leaned in. "You're fine. You're more than enough." She eyed his still hard erection under the covers and tapped the tip of it with her hand. "Way more than enough," she whispered and winked.
Kevin pulled the covers down, revealing his still sturdy erection. "Care to continue?"
Amy laughed. "Afraid the moment has passed, my dear." She then reached into the bedside drawer and produced a bottle of KY jelly and handed it to him. "Just don't make a mess," she said as she cheerily stood up and headed for the door.
Kevin, dumbfounded, laughed. "Are you kidding me?"
"Have fun!" Amy sang out as she left Kevin, stranded with a boner.
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"Marty and those guys are at North Shore or Remy and everyone is over at Shine On. What do you think?" Charlie asked as he and Peter had some beers in Charlie's Honda Accord.
"Whatever, man," Peter said as he chugged from his Bud Light. "I just wanna fuckin' rage tonight."
Charlie cracked up laughing. He took a sip of his beer too, albeit a bit less generously. "The fuck have you been lately dude? I know you're not railing Amanda. No one fucks her for this long."
Peter laughed, taking another sip. "Naw, man. We're done with that shit," he said as he desperately tried to come up with the next lie. His buddy was right. No one slept with Amanda more than a couple times. "I may have another one in the hopper."
"You're a fuckin dog, man. You and that fucking nine inch rod. Sleighing chicks, huh?"
Peter didn't laugh as he stared out the passenger window. He debated telling Charlie all about what was happening. He wanted to tell him how he fucked their best friend's stepmother. How she begged for his big cock. How she came constantly. Sometimes by just the sight of his penis.
But he couldn't. It was to remain a secret. He couldn't do that to Cynthia. Or Kevin for that matter.
"Just one of those chicks from the U of A party that time. We stayed in touch," he lied.
"Oh did you?" Charlie laughed. He chugged his beer. "The big blonde? Or the little blonde?"
Peter forgot about the girls, but he pretended to remember. He turned to Charlie and made a gesture as if he was cradling two large breasts.
"Yes!" Charlie said as he high-fived Peter. "Fuckin amazing bro. Her tits, I could get lost in. I fuckin love big tits."
Peter nodded in agreement as he stared out the window.
"And ya know who's got the biggest fucking tits ever? Cynthia," Charlie joked. "I fucking. Love. Her. Tits."
Peter bobbed his head in agreement, but did not say anything. His heart skipped a beat just hearing the name 'Cynthia'. He again debated saying something, anything, to bring some of what was happening to the surface. He desperately wanted to confide in someone. Charlie was his best friend and was an ideal person to talk to.
"Let's hit North Shore," Peter announced suddenly, opting to save his news for another day. Charlie chugged the rest of his beer before turning the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.
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It was no more than two hours into the party when Peter got the text.
"Hiii"
It was from Cynthia, but she had not copied Kevin this time. It was the first time she sent him a solo text since their affair had been outed. Before Peter could write a response back, another text came in.
"I want your cock."
That caused a stir in his pants. He looked around the bar to make sure no one, especially Charlie, saw what he was up to. He quickly wrote back.
"Where?"
"My house. Right now. Can you come by?"
"What about Kevin?"
Peter checked his surroundings again. Charlie was busy chatting it up with two girls.
"Just come over. We'll talk."
That was all Peter needed. He slammed his beer and went over to Charlie.
"Hey man, I'm gonna bounce," he said, interrupting their conversation. "Sorry to interrupt," he said hastily to the girl.
"What?! Dude, why? We just got here!"
"I feel like shit. It's my head or something. I'll catch up with you tomorrow, man"
Peter didn't waste any more time. He was out the door and calling an Uber. He could nearly smell Cynthia's pussy. He was so horny for her. He quickly texted her from the back seat of the car. "What do you have on?"
Cynthia responded with a picture. She was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table holding a glass of wine. Her legs were crossed. She was completely naked. Peter could see the small patch of brown pubic hair between her legs. He zoomed in and checked out her neatly pedicured toes. He wrote back "Mmmmm."
There were no cars in the driveway. He suspected Frank was away and Kevin was probably at Amy's. He approached the front door, but noticed it was slightly open. He took that as an invitation to come inside.
Right there on the living room couch was Cynthia. She was smiling and completely naked. "Hurry! Shut the door!" she called out. Peter slammed the door and hustled over to her. He reached his hand out and touched her face. "Well, hello beautiful."
"If you don't fuck me with your big cock right now, I'm calling the cops and saying there's an intruder."
Peter laughed. "Oh, I'll intrude you alright," he said as he unbuckled his belt and jeans. He stood in front of Cynthia as he pulled down his pants and underwear. His soft, yet hardening cock flopped out in full view.
Cynthia grinned devilishly as she lifted his cock with her red painted toes. "Well, hello old friend." She stared mesmerizingly at it as she watched him grow harder and harder. "I've missed the feeling of this inside me."
"It's been so long," Peter said as he lightly caressed her shins.
Cynthia put her wine glass down on the end table and spread her legs for him. She rubbed her pussy as she stared up at Peter. By now, his cock was fully erect. He stroked it as he stared hungrily at her wet pussy.
"Fuck me," Cynthia said. "I want to be fucked so badly right now."
Peter picked her up by her legs and re-positioned her on the couch. Her head was now on the end cushion. He kneeled in front of her, continuing to stare at her aching cunt. He lowered his head down and buried his face between her legs.
"Fuck you taste good," he said, wiping his mouth then using it to lube his hard cock. He then pressed his penis against her vagina and forced the head inside. "Ohhhhh!" Cynthia moaned loudly upon first contact. "Oh fuck," she said.
Peter held his base tightly as he carefully slid part of his shaft inside.
"Go slow, baby. Please go slow. I forgot how thick you are," she whined.
Peter took his time, making sure to be careful with every inch he tried to stuff inside. Cynthia's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she raised her arms up and clutched the armrest on the couch. "Oh my God, baby. Oh my God, fuck me baby!" she said.
Needing no further encouragement, Peter obliged by increasing his pace and intensity. Cynthia was incredibly wet, allowing for a smooth entrance for him. With relative ease, he had at least seven inches of his cock inside her with each thrust. He thumbed her clit as he fucked her, ensuring she felt every bit of pleasure she deserved.
