Continuation of the story of my time at university in Falmouth, Cornwall getting to know a truly talented girl. I'd recommend reading chapter 1 to expand on characters/previous events.
So a few days went by and I didn't hear anything from Steph. The excitement and genuine awe I'd felt during was keeping me in a constant state of arousal. I was thinking of her and her toys constantly and every time I'd think about it my big cock would throb ruefully, demanding it get that big pussy again. Clearly picturing it in my mind.
These few days I was checking my phone constantly. I'd always been very chilled and relaxed about girls before this. If one stopped messaging I knew another would be round the corner. But their simply wasn't a single girl I'd met like Steph. That weekend I had to go back to my parents for a family birthday party. Usually I'd be happy to return home, grab a few free meals, steal a shower or two and generally get away. However, this time I was desperate to not go away.
But first, another Thursday night. Once again, as was the routine back then, it was Thursday afternoon and I was drinking with friends. Maybe it was the alcohol that helped finally topple my resolve but I sent Steph a message asking if she was out tonight. Innocuous enough but we'd both understand the subtext. I wanted her out and I wanted her. During a particularly rowdy game of horse-racing, a card based drinking game, my phone flashed up from the sofa. I pretty much dived across my mate to get to it.
"Fucking hell man, calm down!" He yelled at me as he spilled his drink on the thinning tan carpet of the living room. I was too lost in the message to even hear him as it was from Steph. There was a picture and a single word.
It just said "yeah."
The picture made my stomach do somersaults. In the foreground there was a glass of what could have been any lemonade/spirit combination in her hand. But that was not what drew my attention. She was clearly sat on her bed as I recognised the turquoise covers in the background, tussled and blurred. Now if I hadn't already seen it first hand I would have thought nothing of the large dark shape lying on the bed. It was too out of focus for anyone to really be able to tell what it was.
But I knew. It was her big black/brown dildo. The 14 inch long, 10.5 inch around giant that she liked fucking her greedy, slack cunt with. My cock was hardening rapidly and I needed to get out of the room fairly quickly to not draw attention to myself. At 9 inches long myself there wasn't a lot I could do to hide it in tight-ish jeans. I jumped the stairs 3 at a time to my room and onto my bed. I was still staring at the picture, the plan was to relieve my current situation and return to drinking, however, I couldn't help but notice something else in the picture.
A foot.
It was unmistakable despite how blurry the non focussed back ground of the pic was. The colour, the angle, everything. That was a human foot on Steph's bed, right next to her giant dildo. Now I've never been a jealous guy and I like to think of myself as pretty open minded. but I will admit that was my first feeling.
I'd certainly be a hypocrite if I didn't believe a girl, whom I'd slept with just twice with no form of relationship even being discussed, couldn't have fun with another bloke. That's what she's been doing these last couple days clearly.
On the outside Steph didn't seem like the kind of nympho girl who'd fuck around a huge number of guys because she needed the attention or got off on being slutty. Indeed there was only one other guy I knew had fucked her out of everyone I knew at university! But she had a real hunger, a need to be filled. A need, I didn't have to imagine, would likely involve someone shoving an improbably huge toy ridiculously deep into her seemingly indomitable vagina. Was I sharing this girl?
I immediately had some idea who's that foot could be. Ben. The only other guy I knew had fucked her at uni. The guy who first told me Steph's secret. The guy who started this. Not particularly coolly I sent Ben a text asking if he was out tonight and what he was up to.
I also replied to Steph. If it wasn't for the foot I would have mentioned the giant dildo and that no doubt would have kicked off the kind of filthy chat that no doubt would have had me cumming into a piece of toilet role in no time. But I didn't know enough to say anything about the foot yet so I just said that was good to know, and added a little winky face.
I looked back at the image and despite my earlier jealousy soon my huge cock was hardening. I pictured Steph bent over, the huge dildo slamming deep into her tiny little body, her moaning for more. Her perfect little tits and gorgeous face, totally different to the loose mess that was her pussy. I remembered back to what our previous encounters had been like. What it felt like to fist her, feel her pussy enclose round my arm. How she'd shudder and groan with pleasure.
She wasn't a screamer and I found that even hotter. Yes it's always satisfying to make a girl make huge noise but sometimes it never really seemed genuine, despite how much they were enjoying it. Like they were screaming because that's how they thought they should react to good sex, not because that was their genuine reaction to it. Steph merely groaned and moaned and it was her body that shook and twitched in delight.
As my mind showed me these images and played sounds I stroked my big dick and soon I was cumming. I cleaned up and looked back at my phone. I had 3 texts.
One from a mate downstairs asking if I wanted dealing in to another drinking game.
One from Ben saying that he was out tonight, he was drinking at his place with a bunch of people, that I was welcome to come join if I wanted. It was riddled with spelling errors and it was clear to me that, despite it being only 7 o'clock, Ben was already pretty drunk.
The third was from Steph. And no matter how recently I'd just cummed a larger than average load it nearly got me hard again already. It said,
"You're coming to mine after right?".
"Yes. Yes I am" was my reply.
I returned to my friends and thought about what I'd learned. It seemed unlikely to me that the foot in the picture could be Bens. Although it was seemingly most likely, the time frame didn't add up. Ben and Steph lived very close to each other but they didn't live with each other. The picture message and Ben's message were less than 10 minutes apart. I knew Ben regularly hosted Thursday pres at his place and these often started as soon as they could, usually at least 5/6 o'clock. Him being drunk at a pres at his seemed totally believable. If he was there and drunk it was very unlikely he'd only got there 5 minutes ago. Plus I didn't really believe that Ben would lie about fucking Steph, he seemed pretty open about the whole thing. I thought if I asked what he was up to he would more likely tell me he's banging Steph rather than lie.
That meant there was a third individual in the mix and I was desperate to know who.
I got a bit too drunk at pres that day and I ended up not being let in to the first bar. Annoying, but there was plenty of other options. I turned, frustrated, from the door of Grapes and walked up the road to Toast. It just so happened I ran into Ben and his friends in there.
As my friends had stayed in Grapes. Bit of a dick move but there was a girl my friend was trying to get with in there and we knew we'd see each other in Club I later so I didn't hold it against him. I nodded over at Ben and worked my way through the tight and crowded bar towards them. A girl lightly groped my crotch on my way though and I realised I was still bulging from earlier and in excitement of what I knew was to come.
