"So, tonight's the night, ain't it? Have the camcorder ready! I'm so gonna own Bianca's mouth, even if I'm a subbie cuck otherwise! I don't mind that at all, but I still look forward to the outcome!" Aaron taunted Bianca as we sat together to watch the Pacers and Cavs.
"Oh, you are so gonna eat those words...and my pussy, too! Prepare to chow down, cucky! You know that you want a creampie there, too! Maybe Nathan should fuck me good and hard while we watch the game, just so that I have some creamy filling to feed you!" Bianca teased Aaron in turn, not that I needed much excuse to fuck my saucy Latin fiancee.
"Well, we don't want to disappoint, do we?" I winked at Bianca and Natalie, both of whom snickered as I approached my girlfriend from behind to screw her.
I had recovered enough by now from sodomizing my sister that I should be more than ready to give my intended her fair share of dick. Natalie even spread Bianca's cheeks to lick her culo and make her wetter still for my cock. My sister was very dominant when it came to Aaron and could be perhaps with Bianca, but with me, she was subbie all the way and we all knew it.
Part of me hoped that I would impregnate both of them soon and that would really rub it in Aaron's face what a cuck and wimp he was to each of us. I might just own Natalie's tush, but she hadn't denied her pussy to me, either. Nor was she likely to, for that matter, and that was no secret to any of us. We had moved well beyond most of the boundaries that we tried in vain to uphold at first.
"Oh, papi...fuck, yes...fuck me harder...give cucky boy lots of spunk to clean up with his tongue!" Bianca moaned as she pushed back at me even harder and rougher.
Natalie now stuck her tongue outside of Bianca's backdoor just long enough at her fiance to suggest that he could expect to do a lot of that, too, if he lost. He would be expected to rim ass as well as eat pussy, and that was that. Bianca giggled as well as she pushed back even harder at me with every stroke inside her slick and juicy twat. I pushed Natalie's head further inward to where her tongue would invade Bianca's pucker even deeper, but she just looked up at me with a really salacious grin and an expression of total adoration.
"You know, if you lose, Aaron, you might not get another blowjob for a good while. How do you feel about that? After all, deep down, you're more of a giver than a taker, aren't you? Subbie indeed! Cuckold's horns and all! Oooh, see that...that's the Cavaliers possibly putting your fellatio days well behind you...except for maybe sucking my dick!
"See that three-point shot! Damn, there goes Indiana's lead, right? How does it feel to see the clock running out on your days of your last remaining freedom and power?" I beamed as I continued taking Bianca as far and as hard as I could.
I chuckled, suspecting that Aaron was indeed about to lose his wager with my girlfriend and have to service her with his mouth for life. That could come in handy on the double honeymoon, couldn't it? I imagined going back and forth from Natalie to Bianca, fucking both women in both holes, while Aaron dove in to fluff for us as his part of the foursome. I pictured Aaron then eating my creampies from both ladies while his own boner stood hard and neglected for the moment. I also expected that he would secretly enjoy every last second of this blue ball torment.
Even now, Aaron's smaller, less impressive prick was in his hand, stiff as he could be while stroking himself to the prospect of being an oral bitch to Bianca as well as a cuckold slave to my sister. I wasn't fooled and nor was anyone else. I strongly suspected that, bold words or not, Aaron craved even more female domination than ever. He might well have taken on a sucker bet, just as Natalie did, in hopes of losing and having to service women with his tongue.
In fact, the worse the Pacers did, the more aroused Aaron became, especially while I rammed balls deep inside Bianca from the back. This only reinforced my suspicion that on some unconscious level, Aaron eagerly awaited the loss of his oral autonomy. As I probed my fiancee harder still and she yelped in painful ecstasy from the rough, prone bone sex, I watched the last chances of an Indiana victory slip away and Aaron take on a far less crestfallen, far more expectant look on his face than one imagined.
Even so, to the bitter end, Aaron kept vocally rooting for the Pacers, superficially claiming that he desired to have all rights to my girlfriend's mouth and throat. After all, according to him, it was only fair since I owned his lady's tush. None of us seemed to be truly fooled by it, of course, and when the last seconds ran out, finalizing the score as Cavs 69 points to Pacers 61, Aaron seemed actually relieved. His mask and tough guy facade could slip or drop now. He was free to serve and obey as he was born to do.