A Young Couples Journey Pt 09 5

I decided to call this half a chapter, as it isn't really a full one but is meant to bridge the existing and the coming arch together.

I hope you enjoy reading it regardless. As I haven't written Toby in almost a year, bear with me.

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Josh had humiliated me. Right in front of Kimberly. Right in the moment of victory. I thought I had subdued them both, that I would have my way and have Kimberly as my own, but alas, no. Josh was in the way. He had drawn a line in the sand so long ago, and when I crossed it, even when Kimberly helped me ease him into watching me take her in front of him, he got a baseball bat and beat me up.

I hadn't seen it coming. I thought I had that oaf figured out, that he was just going to meekly follow along. Perhaps he had been pushed too far. His instincts to fight or flight were triggered, and he chose the former.

The nurses at the hospital took pity on me, luckily for me, but I knew I couldn't press charges. Josh had all the evidence of how I had tricked and coerced Kimberly, and as much as I hated to admit it, he had the upper hand. At all costs did I want to avoid that man. I had no illusions, not this time, that I was any match for him. I hated myself for being such a wimp, but when it came to my own survival, I learned about myself, that I don't take any chances.

That was my mentality for the longest. I even joined a gym that had MMA and boxing classes and licked my wounds for months. Even the idea of revenge was too painful, and I was left in a constant state of shame and humiliation. It was so clear to me who the

'alpha'

was.

Something that didn't make any sense to me. I had been the one who taught Kimberly how to be a slut, opened her eyes to her real mate. Kimberly was made to carry my seed, and I knew she was more compatible with me than Josh. Our chemistry when I fucked her made that clear. I sat in the dark, but I was pretty certain that Kimberly wasn't enjoying fucking anyone else near as much as she had with me.

I went out there to see how they were doing pretty early on after my beatdown, but just seeing them happy together was too much for me to handle. Kimberly seemed happy without me, and that did something to my ego that I didn't like. But, as I sat in the treeline and watched them hang around the pool, I kept telling myself that it was all fake. Only I knew the real Kimberly, and only I could be her match. She knew it; I knew it. This thing she had with Josh was just a facade. But for now, it seemed unfeasible.

In the meantime, I did something utterly stupid. I guess some of my hubris was not fully tarnished, as I decided to go to a club. To get over Kimberly, of course.

So, there I was. Dancing and flirting, trying to find some easy girl to fuck, and yet feeling absolutely nothing. No arousal, no lust, no fun. And the looks I got told me everything I needed to know. I wasn't welcome. They didn't find me attractive. These superficial sluts would never give me the chance, and they'd never learn how well they belonged with their legs spread and wrapped around my waist as I filled them with my genes.

That's when Amanda suddenly stood before me. In a black party dress that showed plenty of leg and plenty of cleavage. She looked at me, not saying anything. We sort of stared at each other for a while, and I knew she was judging me.

"You look pathetic," she said, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not shouting.

"Shut up," I said.

"Are you here to try and prove something?" Amanda asked, leaning forward to make sure I heard her. "Because this place is full of girls that are not into you. Despite what you got going on down there," she said, whispering the last part in my ear.

I felt my anger boiling inside of me, and I wanted to strike back at Amanda. But instead, she eyed me up and down for a moment.

"What are you doing here? Out of your little den?" Amanda asked.

"Josh tossed me out of their house," I said, not wanting to get into the grimy details of what had happened.

"And you came here?" Amanda asked, shaking her head.

"I need to move on," I said. "Why do you care?"

"I don't," Amanda said simply. "Come on, let me get you a drink."

I followed Amanda over to the bar, and she ordered us both a drink. I watched her ass as we walked through the crowd. I could tell she was aware of my gaze, and she swayed her hips more than necessary, just to show me what I couldn't have.

First, she asked what was up. I told her, avoiding 99% percent of the details. I kept it short, simply telling her I felt inadequate compared to Josh. That was the painful truth. I didn't go into the details of how I had coerced Kimberly into sex, tricking her into almost second-guessing her relationship with Josh. How I had stolen her from him. And how he beat me up because of it.

Amanda was a good listener. She listened without judgment, and she seemed to understand. She didn't interrupt or try to fix it. She just sat there, listening. After I was done talking, we just sat there in silence for a few minutes. I sipped my drink and looked around, feeling the urge to run away from Amanda.

"We all have our vices," Amanda had said. It was hard to look her in the eyes with that gigantic cleavage she had on display. She knew I was checking her out and didn't seem to care.

"I guess," I said. "Though I don't think it's enough to change how I feel about myself. I've always been like this. Weak and... just not enough."

"You shouldn't be," Amanda said, putting her hands on my shoulders. "You've got qualities. And perhaps comparing yourself to Josh isn't the smartest thing to do. I mean, if anyone is the perfect man, he's close to being it."

I couldn't stop myself from wincing.

"What?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing," I muttered. There was no way I'd indulge in any kind of conversation about how good a man Josh really was.

"Okay," she said, clearly sensing that there was more to the story than what I told her. "I'm sorry you've had a rough time, though." She was polite, but I could tell by her frown that she regretted inviting this whiny boy for a drink.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, don't worry. Just... well, let me cheer you up, hm?" Amanda suggested. She leaned forward, putting her lips right by my ear. Her hand came up, gently caressing the back of my neck, and I could feel her hot breath against my skin. "How about you come home with me? I've missed that big hog I got to fondle in that broom closet. Do you remember that?"

I was a bit surprised to say the least, but I wasn't going to say no. Her tits were too tempting, and the way her fingers caressed my skin sent shivers down my spine. "Yes," I replied.

"Good," she said. "Finish your drink, then let's get out of here."

I downed the rest of my drink and stood up from the barstool. Amanda took my hand and led me through the crowd. We stopped by the coat room, where Amanda grabbed her coat. Then we left the club and walked to her apartment.

It was a short walk, and we didn't say much. I could hardly wait. I wasn't sure if it was because Amanda was attractive or because of the anticipation of getting revenge on Josh for beating me up. Either way, I was excited. If anything, I'd finally to take out my frustration on her.

Amanda's apartment wasn't far from the club, and it was a nice place. As soon as we got inside, however, I wasn't able to take the room in as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I could taste the alcohol on her breath. She kissed me hard and deep, her hands roaming over my body.

Then, suddenly, Amanda broke off the kiss and stepped back. "So," she said with a smirk. "Wanna fuck?"

"H-have you slept with Josh?" I asked.

"No? Not yet, anyway," Amanda said, raising an eyebrow. "Why? Does that turn you on?"

"No," I lied.

"Good," she said, pushing me hard so I fell on my ass on the couch. "Because I don't want to talk about him. I want to talk about you. And how I'm going to make you feel better."

She pressed her body against mine, her breasts pushing against my chest.

"What about Zach?" I asked,

"Fuck him. Literally, if you want. I dumped him," Amanda smiled, rolling her eyes as she did. She put her hand on my crotch, feeling my hardness through my pants. "That's more like it."

I stared at her, unable to believe my luck. Slowly I stood up, watching her dress fall from her shoulders, away from her tits, revealing a tight strapless bra. I latched a finger into her bra, and with a small yank, I let her enormous breasts fall into view.

"Someone has grown more assertive," Amanda smiled. I just grinned at her and groped her breasts, drawing a deep moan.

Amanda pushed me back a bit and then kneeled before me. With a few tugs, my sweatpants were pulled down. "Aaaahhh! Someone is happy to see me!" Amanda grinned. "Long time no see, hm?"

She took my cock in her hand, stroking me slowly. I moaned as she licked my tip, tasting my precum. Amanda smiled at me and winked, going down the sides of my shaft.

"Toby," I corrected, which Amanda ignored. I grabbed her head and pressed her face toward the tip of my erection.

"Yeah? Gonna make me take it then, big shot?" Amanda smiled as she played the submissive little harlot. It turned me on immensely.

"Shut up," I demanded as I pressed forward, forcing her mouth around my tip. Her tongue, wet and warm, rubbed against my cock head and drove me crazy. "Dumb whore," I mumbled, forcing another couple of inches into her mouth. She gagged and sputtered.

As a reflex, her throat tried to push the intruder out. When that proved futile, she breathed harshly through her nose while I still kept my grip tight on her head and pushed the remaining couple of inches in. When her nose rested on my pelvis and my balls on her chin, Amanda closed her eyes for a moment to process the invasion of her mouth and throat.

With a sigh, I tugged her head up and let go of her so she could get some air.

"Wheew!" Amanda exhaled as she looked down on my rock-hard cock. Her hand went to feel up my thighs and reached for the dick to caress it. "Big, bad boy. Where was this when I beat your meat in that broom closet?"

I slapped her cheek lightly with my cock. "Shut up, slut," I said. I wanted to feel powerful, to be in control, and I knew that the best way to do that was to humiliate her.

Amanda laughed and opened her mouth again, allowing me to thrust into her. I began fucking her face, enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. As I pushed deeper into her throat, her moans vibrated through me. I held her head in place while I slowly fucked her mouth. Amanda's eyes were watering from the roughness of my throat penetration, but she didn't resist.

She opened her throat and allowed me to push all the way to the very bottom, her nose pressed into my pubes.

"Unnnghh," I grunted as the pleasure increased and her mouth contracted around my hardness. "You like this? Huh? You like getting your throat fucked?"

Amanda moaned her response. The feel of her hot throat around my cock was incredible. I pulled out and shoved into her roughly a few times until I felt it was time to move to the next phase.

"Get on the bed," I commanded, getting a smirk from Amanda. She was telling me I couldn't boss her around with that smirk, but that she'd indulge me just for fun. It was both infuriating and exciting. She was in no position to question my command. She got up and stretched. Her bra dropped to the floor, but she didn't mind and didn't bend down to pick it up. Her titties swung around with each step towards the bed.

"How do you want it?" she asked with a sexy voice and a knowing grin, laying on her back with her legs parted. I quickly followed, looming above her as I looked up and down her very breedable body.

She had a beautiful figure, and her large breasts sat proudly and round upon her torso. Her slim waist flowed into nicely rounded hips. I loved the curve of her waist and her firm, soft thighs and buttocks. She had a way of remaining fit but thick at the same time. And all this was for me.

"You coming? Or staring at me?" Amanda grinned.

"I'm enjoying the sight," I said.

"Yeah? And what do you want to do with me?" she asked a hint of mockery in her tone.

"I'm going to fuck you," I said, as if stating the obvious.

Amanda giggled. "That's cute."

I stared at her for a moment longer and then began undressing. It was a short process, as I only had a shirt on. My sweatpants were already halfway off, together with my underwear.

"That's right, get naked for me," Amanda encouraged, reaching a hand to her panties, slowly rubbing herself over the fabric.

I stepped out of my pants and boxers and moved on top of her, feeling her hands on my body guiding me over her. When I pressed myself against her, I felt her warmth against my cock.

"Mhm, I love it," Amanda moaned, stroking my shoulders and arms. "I've always wondered how that big piece would feel inside me."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah," Amanda smiled, reaching between us to grip my hard dick. "Such a fat cock, I can't wait to have it inside me. I bet you'll make me cum really hard."

I chuckled and pushed myself into her tight panties. They were soaked, and when I looked down I could see her pussy glistening with wetness. "Looks like you're enjoying this already," I said, running my thumb along the edge of her panties where they met her skin.

"Mhm," Amanda moaned, her head falling back. "You know how to tease a girl, huh?"

"Take 'em off," I grunted, wanting to get started.

Amanda smiled and nodded, reaching for the sides of her panties and pushing them down. Once they were off, she tossed them aside. Then she spread her legs wide and wrapped them around my hips.

"What are you waiting for? I'm ready for you," Amanda teased. "Fuck me hard, big boy!"

Her hand on my backside pushed me forward, and the tip of my cock brushed her slick entrance.

"You want this, huh?" I asked as I leaned into her more, pressing more insistently against her wet hole.

"Mmm-hhmm," Amanda whimpered as she felt me pushing further, slowly splitting her tight pussy with my thick cock. "Mm-yeah."

"Yeah?" I pressed on, stretching her further, pushing fluidly until I had half of me inside of her. She was a tight one, gripping my cock firmly. "Look at you. Taking my cock. You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," she gasped, "been wanting this since that party."

"You're getting it now," I grunted and gave her another hard thrust. "Taking this fat cock deep in your pussy," I grunted, making her gasp and moan. "And taking it well too. Feeling good, babe? Tell me."

"Uh-huh!" Amanda nodded her head quickly. Then her blue eyes went wide as I pushed all the way inside of her. "Fuhhhhhuuuuuckkk!"

My hips began rocking back and forth in quick, hard movements. My weight pressing down on her as my cock slid deeper and faster inside of her. Kimberly, I wanted to win. This bitch I just wanted to fuck. Hard. No need to impress or show off. Fueled with spite and arousal, I was pounding into her. She would know my might, my power, and realize just who the alpha was. She would remember my cock, even if she ever fucked Josh in the future. That was the most important part.

Amanda screamed as I hammered into her relentlessly. I held onto her waist, keeping her still as she flailed beneath me, bucking wildly, thrashing wildly, unable to cope with my frenzied pounding, my cock moving like a blur as it pounded in and out of her.

"Oh god! Toby, Toby, Tobyyyyy!" she squealed.

"That's it! Take it! Fucking take it, whore!" I growled.

She arched her back, trying to move against me, but I pinned her wrists to the mattress with both hands, leaving no chance for her to escape. I slammed into her over and over again, taking my time fucking her how I wanted. I knew there would come a day when I would take Kimberly again and have her all for myself, but for now, Amanda would do.

"Gonna cum," I muttered, grinding my teeth.

"Unghhh, me too!" she gasped. Her tight pussy squeezing and milking me, almost urging me to erupt inside her. "Not inside, though. I, ugh, quit the pill a while ago!"

I chuckled and smirked down at her, slowing my thrusting slightly. "Now, why wouldn't I enjoy marking my territory by leaving my load inside of you, Amanda?"

She stared up at me, propping herself up on her elbows, her lips quivering slightly as she panted heavily. "Because I will cut your fucking balls off," Amanda said, breaking the spell for a mere moment.

"Fair enough," I said, forcing a chuckle out so it sounded like I played it off. Something Josh often did.

"Good," Amanda smiled, leaning back down again, pulling my weight onto her. "Because I want that big load all over these huge titties. How about that?"

I looked down at her perfect mounds as they heaved in time with each hard thrust. The way the top curves of her boobs swelled with her deep breaths was hypnotic. As much as I hated to admit it, Amanda was making a solid argument. I hated pulling out, but coating those huge things with my sperm was something that was nearly impossible to deny. Especially with each slam forward, her huge orbs wobbled enticingly.

With a low grunt, I pushed forward hard and bottomed out inside of her. One last thrust, and I grunted as the pleasure began surging through me, overpowering my senses as a powerful climax crashed through my body. I bucked wildly, almost uncontrollably, but as I felt my cock spasming I managed to yank myself free before the first eruption of semen could empty into her depths.

"Yes. Cover me! Cover me in your cum!" she moaned, cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly, making sure her soft flesh was in my line of fire. "Cover your fuckin' slut with your jizz, Tubby!"

A huge spurt of white messiness flew upward from my tip. The initial strands covered Amanda's breasts and belly with thick layers of sticky sperm. Each further spurt splattering against her breasts in big wet globules. The milky ropes clung to her warm flesh like glue.

"Good. Very good," Amanda purred and licked her lips as I stroked my still-spurting cock, emptying every single last drop onto her curvaceous chest, painting her ample flesh.

With my eyes locked on my white seed glazing Amanda's amazing assets I was breathless and exhausted, even though the rush was intoxicating and a huge aphrodisiac. Looking up I saw Amanda gazing at the mess I had made and then looking at her reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. She saw the carnage that my exploding cock had caused.

"Now that was hot," Amanda said and grabbed the head of my softening shaft and guided me forward, her tongue darting out and licking away a few droplets of seed from the head. "God, I'm glad none of that went inside of me," Amanda teased.

"Shut up, Amanda," I said and slapped my cock across her pretty face, leaving a goopy glob of jizz smeared on her cheek.

"Fuck you, Tubby," Amanda retorted, glaring at me as I backed off of the bed. "I know you'd love for all that cum to be buried deep inside me," Amanda grinned, stroking a hand down her soiled chest and belly.

I started gathering my clothes and left soon after, with not much said. That was the last time I saw Amanda. I tried to contact her later, but apparently she wanted nothing to do with me. Not even in a teasing way. The last thing she ever wrote me was 'fuck you'. I wasn't sure what gave, but I was glad I got to fuck her at least once. Though, in retrospect, I should've bred her.

*

The months after my encounter with Amanda were blurring together. I didn't do much other than continue my college degree and stalk Kimberly, Josh, and Luna. Apparently, Luna had moved in. And not long after, after a lot of reconstruction of the annex, I saw that Linda was also joining the household. Josh was surrounding himself with women, which made me jealous. Over the months, spite and anger became part of my permanent state. I knew how women loved to flaunt over Josh's good looks and successful career, how he seemed to be everyone's friend. Yet, I was the one who got his wife behaving like a slut for me.