Is This Your Girl?

Connor looked up from his seat on the bench. Kayla, Stacy, and Grace approached down the path from the dining hall. The latter two noticed him first, cautious looks springing up on their faces.

"Well, we'll see you later," Stacy spoke up, sharing a pointed look with Grace.

"Yeah, we need to, uh, go to the library," Grace added.

Kayla noticed him next, and rolled her eyes, but did not fight them on their hasty retreat.

Connor stood as she strolled up.

"You can't give them the cold shoulder forever."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give them the cold shoulder as long as I want to. You're lucky you're not getting it too."

"My pussy is just too good," she teased, making his cock twitch.

I also may just be an idiot.

The two set off together. Kayla took his hand, fingers twining between his. His cock twitched again at the thought of the two of them soon reaching her room.

After the couple had fucked twice yesterday, Kayla had woken him up with another blowjob, this time sucking him to orgasm, and swallowing every drop of his cum. The memory of her cheekily opening her mouth to show off the lack of contents made his cock twitch a third time. From then until now, his mind had been beset with those memories, and additional thoughts of what the two of them might get up to later.

But even with the added physical dimension of their relationship, Connor was not entirely comfortable walking hand-in-hand with her, to all the world a perfectly normal couple.

You two are fucking now

, came a firm voice.

You don't have to think about him anymore. She can be your girlfriend again.

The statements did not ring particularly confidently in his mind.

Kayla was oblivious to his thoughts, glancing around idly at the people passing by, her sky-blue jacket and white sweatshirt combo standing out in the evening gloom. Despite her outfit not showing off much, besides her leggings accentuating her ass, he could not help but picture her naked, those curves having been fully revealed to him several times now.

The couple took the short staircase up towards her building. Once at the landing, instead of continuing towards the front door, she stopped, and came up close, right against his chest.

He stared at her, caught off guard by the sudden advance.

"I'm going to see Victor," she told him. "And I want you to come with me."

He blinked in surprise.

"...why?"

"Because I think you could learn a thing or two from him."

He waved off the statement, too focused on getting the answer to his question to focus on the insulting implication.

"No, why are you going to see him?"

She frowned.

"To fuck. Why else would I go?"

He felt his jaw go slack for a few seconds.

"I don't get it," he finished, battling a dryness in his mouth. "You don't need him anymore."

A mix of realization and pity crossed her face.

"Oh...did you think I'd stop seeing him because you and I started fucking?"

"Yes! I thought the reason you fucked him in the first place was because you and I weren't!"

She recoiled in surprise at his outburst, but recovered quickly.

"It was a huge part of it. But it's more than that now. Connor, I like having sex with you, and I'm so glad we're doing that now, but you can't give me what Victor gives me."

An angry heat crawled up his neck.

"At least not right now. Which is why I want you to come with me."

"Why the fuck would I want to come with you?"

"Because you liked watching the videos we made, and now you have the chance to see us in person."

He sputtered weakly, unable to manage any sort of viable response.

"I...don't want to see that," came the eventual answer.

She raised an eyebrow, a hand trailing down to the crotch of his jeans.

"Are you sure?"

Her sultry voice combined with the caress to trigger a twitch of his cock. The reaction made her grin.

"I'm sure," Connor shot back, willing his body to settle down.

She rubbed at his jeans, provoking another twitch. A frustrating desire joined his anger.

"I'm going to see Victor," she said, with a tone that indicated finality. "He's going to fuck my brains out. I know you want to watch. And you could pick up some tips."

He stared at her, struggling again to come up with some statement that accurately reflected his mindset.

...the fuck?

A second train of thought made itself known.

Just break up with her. It wasn't the lack of sex. She's just...not yours anymore.

She leaned up towards his ear, her palm flat against the forming bulge in his jeans.

"I want you to watch me get fucked hard. And then I want to come home and have you fuck me hard."

His cock surged towards stiffness, the words sending a shiver down his spine.

She's fucking Victor. But she'll be going home and sleeping and spending more time with me.

"You can't give me what Victor can yet. But Victor and I don't have what you and I have. Especially now that we're going to be having sex."

A strange sense of pride followed. His cock surged again, swelling in his jeans, unable to resist her caresses.

"I've thought about me and Victor a lot since you confronted me."

Connor swallowed, his throat still annoyingly dry.

"And I've come to the decision that once we graduate, I'll be done with him. We have no real future anyway, no matter what he might think."

"Because we've started fucking?"

She nodded.

"If we weren't going to be fucking, would you stay with him after graduation?"

She shrugged.

"Probably not. I don't know. I wasn't going to move in with him or anything."

Connor blinked, his mind processing the spate of information. His cock did not need to process anything.

"Just...don't tell him any of that."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You really love keeping secrets from men."

She scoffed, but did not take her hand from the bulge in his jeans.

"I know you're still mad, and you'll be mad for a while. Just...save it and take it out on me later."

He felt his eyes widen and his cock strain desperately.

"But first...Victor's."

She set off at a brisk pace, not looking back to see if he would follow.

He did, trailing after her for a few seconds before speeding up to come even with her.

Just break up with her already. You can end this now.

His mind flashed ahead to Victor fucking Kayla. A spike of arousal struck into his core, his cock straining again, aching at this point.

I...might actually want to watch. Maybe just for a little bit.

That doesn't mean you have to stay with her

, the voice shot back.

I know.

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Kayla knocked on the door.

You can still turn back. Go home. Break up with her. There are a million things you can do besides stand here like an idiot.

The voice had badgered him all through the walk here, but it had been faced with the formidable opponent that was his hard cock, and the occasional caresses Kayla left. Even the noticeable rise in her excitement the closer they came to Victor's did not dampen his lust.

You can still turn back. You're not too far gone.

The door swung open.

Victor smiled. The smile immediately died when he noticed Connor.

A rush of anger fired up inside Connor at such close proximity, but the dominant feeling inside him was still lust, preventing him from doing much besides nodding awkwardly in lame acknowledgment.

Victor looked back at Kayla, his mouth opening to speak, but he turned again to Connor.

"How'd you find out?"

Connor stood there, quite aware of his cock aching in his jeans.

"I saw the videos."

"How? I thought you didn't watch porn."

"I don't. How I found out is none of your business."

"He wouldn't tell me either," Kayla told Victor.

"Fair play," Victor said. "Did you enjoy them?"

Way more than I should have.

Kayla scoffed.

"Don't be a jerk."

Victor scoffed back.

"I've been fucking his girl behind his back. He won't like me no matter what I say or do."

"Don't be a jerk for my sake, then."

"Fine. Why is he here?"

"He wants to watch us."

Victor smirked, and glanced back at Connor.

"I want to hear it from him before I allow it."

Connor felt a surge of anger but could not deny the lust roiling through him.

"I want to watch you two," he admitted, a surge of disgust joining the lust.

Victor's smirk grew wider, and then he stepped aside, theatrically ushering them inside.

Connor followed Kayla, eyes going to her ass, bouncing to her footfalls. She stopped at the coat hooks on the wall, taking off her jacket and sweatshirt, so he followed suit.

"I'd usually be a good host and offer something to eat or drink," Victor told him. "But I don't have much patience when it comes to my baby girl's pussy."

Kayla giggled, and padded towards him. His hands landed on her body, one at her cheek, the other on her ass. She kissed him, pressing against his taller frame. Another surge of disgust followed at the sight.

How many times has she kissed me like that?

The two made out for a few torturous seconds, leaving him standing by the wall.

I'm an idiot.

His cock ached. The lust did not give any ground to the anger or the disgust.

Victor broke the kiss.

"Go grab a chair from the kitchen," he told Connor. "We'll be in the bedroom."

He started off deeper into the apartment, pulling Kayla along behind him.

Connor watched them disappear around a corner.

You can just leave. You don't have to watch them.

A shiver of disgust added to the amount percolating in his gut, but it still did not leave much of a dent in his desire.

He slipped into the kitchen, snatched up a chair, and ventured after them.

The bedroom was easy enough to find, thanks to Kayla's exuberant giggles.

Victor was on top of her, kissing at her cleavage, hands both on her ass now. Her t-shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving her breasts covered just by her pink, flowery bra. She moaned, threading her fingers through his hair. As Connor sat in resignation, Victor slid a hand in between her thighs, rubbing over her leggings. Another moan turned into a whimper. Her hips pushed against that contact.

"Please, Daddy..."

Connor gritted his teeth, his cock raging and roaring at just those two words said in mindless submission.

Victor laughed softly, curling his fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna treat that pussy just the way you need..."

She nodded, bucking her hips.

"Please..."

Connor felt sweat beading on his brow, his boxers growing slick with pre-cum, the mix of anger and frustration and disgust and desire confusing and off-putting.

Victor tugged her leggings down, revealing her panties, matching the bra. Her hips bucked again, helping him work the leggings past her knees and along to her ankles. A dismissive gesture tossed the black fabric over his shoulder to the floor.

"What an amazing body," Victor commented, groping her breast over the bra.

A blush rose on her skin.

"I don't know how any man could resist this for long," he continued pointedly.

I eventually gave in...

Kayla giggled, sparing him a glance. Her eyes did not stay on him long, as only a moment later, Victor took off his briefs. His cock swung free, dark and firm, drawing her tongue from her mouth in a lurid lick at her lips. Connor swallowed nervously, throat dry again.

Victor reached down, and collected a fistful of her hair. An assertive tug brought her up onto her knees for a hard kiss. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking along the shaft, the contrast in colors starker and more thrilling in person. He sent a hand to her breasts, groping more and slapping lightly. Groans and giggles mixed between their mouths.

She took her bra off mid-kiss. His hand barely left her breast long enough to let her finish the process, and returned swiftly, this time kneading bare flesh. Connor squirmed, pre-cum seeping steadily into his boxers.

Victor broke the kiss, and shoved her onto her back. She squealed, and then giggled again, breasts bouncing from the impact against the mattress. The giggle became a moan as he clambered atop her, his mouth landing aggressively on her breasts, leaving them bouncing more. His hand stole into her panties, provoking another moan.

"You're so wet," he said, rubbing at her pussy.

"Your fault," she murmured, arching her back, staring up at him.

He smirked, his cock an ebony lance jutting in between her thighs, so close, but hanging back, only his fingers working and stimulating. Her head tilted into the pillows, bliss crossing her face.

I haven't made her look quite like that...

The bliss reigned supreme, mounting higher with each crook of his fingers. Connor watched, eyes pinned to her face, to the rising tide of pleasure there. There was little effort required on Victor's part to keep her moaning. His fingers teasing her pussy, his mouth roaming all over her breasts, his free hand squeezing her ass, his cock nudging along her thigh, all large and small movements simply swirled into the delight thrumming through her nerves.

"You really needed me, didn't you?" he spoke up.

"Mm-hmm...I always need you..."

Connor shifted in the chair, the unhesitating answer sending a strange heat up his neck.

I thought I'd be enough to satisfy her...I guess she got used to him...

The thought did nothing to deter his arousal. His cock pressed against the inside of his boxers, leaking more pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum," she whimpered.

That was fast.

"Such an easy slut..."

She moaned, her hips grinding against his hand, her blush roaring.

"Or maybe you're just easy for me..."

Victor glanced over to Connor, smirking slightly. Anger rose towards the level of the lust inside him, but since that glance did not last long, neither did the anger. Victor turned his attention back to Kayla, ducking down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. She arched her back, her luscious figure splayed out beneath him. Connor felt his hand flinch towards his cock, but managed to hold fast, unwilling to masturbate, as if it would signal a final capitulation to this depravity.

"Daddy...fuck yes..."

Her voice died in her throat. She reached out, finding Victor's body and clinging to it. His cock rubbed at her thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum shining on that pale skin. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, lips locking onto more pale skin. A quick spasm fired over her.

"Gimme another one, baby girl," he urged, keeping his fingers moving.

She whimpered again, locking a hand around his wrist but offering no resistance. Her eyes closed, her mouth falling open, tongue playing over the lips. A second quick spasm followed. Connor watched his girlfriend succumbing to climax again at the hands of her lover. His cock was very possibly the hardest it had ever been before, almost agonizingly erect.

Victor slipped his hand from her panties and leaned forward, draping himself over her, his mouth finding hers for a deep kiss. Her hands slid appreciatively along his toned back. Breathless purrs spilled from her, muffled by his mouth. The hand that had been in her panties trailed along her stomach, squeezed possessively at her breasts, and then finally stopped next to their mouths.

"Taste yourself," Victor directed in between feverish kisses.

Kayla zeroed in on his fingers, licking and lapping, tongue curling around the digits. The continued lack of hesitation added to both the lust and disgust warring inside Connor, a largely one-sided bloodbath that left the former constantly victorious. Victor laughed in approval at her hunger, his free hand occupying itself at her breasts, sinking fingers into the lush swells.

He touches her so...casually.

After a few more seconds of her lewd slurping, Victor drew back, curling his fingers into her panties. She bit her lip, lifting her hips to help him remove her last bit of clothing. The pink fabric flew through the air. Connor idly watched the panties' trajectory down to the floor next to the wall, landing next to a foot-high stack of manila folders.

I wonder how many bits of clothing she's left or forgotten here...

He looked back to the bed. The expression on Kayla's face made his cock throb. Pure desire colored her face with a healthy blush, her eyes bright, her teeth chewing lightly at her lower lip. Further down, her exposed pussy gleamed subtly, boasting a wreathing of juices.

Victor ran a hand up her stomach to slap at her breasts.

She moaned, her eyes flickering down to watch them bounce, and then back up to meet his gaze.

"I need you inside me..."

Connor squirmed, still holding off the incredible temptation to touch himself.

Victor lifted her calves. His stiff shaft landed heavily onto her pussy. She squealed, jerking instinctively.

"Please..."

Victor guided the crown into place. Connor swallowed nervously, sweat beading at his forehead, armpits, back, and other spots, leaving him slick with two bodily fluids. The size disparity left him uncomfortably self-conscious.

She's taken it plenty of times but it's not like she's loose down there...

A steady push made her gasp. The crown popped inside. Victor grabbed both calves again, and drove his hips forward, spearing through her already yielding slit.

"Fuck yes! Daddy!"

Another thrust sent the rest of his thick shaft inside her. Connor flinched at the sight of it bullying past her entrance, stretching those pink lips, burrowing into her core. Kayla cried out wordlessly, her back arching sharply, her breasts jiggling.

"So good, baby girl..."

Victor thrust again, and then again, building swiftly to a vigorous rhythm. His muscles worked and tensed, summoning enough force to leave Kayla battered. Words returned to her cries.

"Daddy! Fuck! Yes! Drill! Me!"

He growled, pumping away, a hand moving from her calf to her breasts, taking a rough handhold of one. The beat of his body on hers filled the room, the metronomic whack ringing in Connor's ears. He felt an urge to flee back to campus. The urge passed after a few seconds, ushered into irrelevance by the domineering lust.

The thrusts stopped suddenly, with every inch of that beast buried inside his girlfriend. He watched Victor grind his hips against hers, and was unable to stop himself from picturing a cross-section of her insides, accommodating his shaft, packed to the brim.

That can't be comfortable...

"Feels so good," Kayla murmured. "Love when you're deep..."

Victor smirked. His hand at her breast switched back down between her thighs. A finger landed just above where their bodies were connected. She gasped, her hips bucking against his, her toes curling. Connor watched him rub at that spot, a shiver washing over her in response.

More shivers followed. Connor squirmed again, cock aching, a pressure stirring in his core, his boxers wet with copious pre-cum. Victor rubbed steadily between Kayla's thighs, his smirk widening, a disconcerting amount of affection there.

"That's it, don't hold it back..."

The coaching seemed to add the final ingredient for another orgasm. Kayla snapped her head back into the pillows, a strong shiver cascading along her curves. Victor moved his hand again, taking a tight grip of her calf, dimpling the skin there. The expression on her face dimmed briefly into mindless ecstasy.

Victor did not move, just taking in the sight of her with that same disconcerting affection.

The mindlessness passed soon. She smiled sheepishly, relaxing against the mattress.

Victor eased his hips back. Inch after inch slid into view, the sheer amount and size of that amount making Connor swallow nervously. Her pussy clung to that retreat, but of course was unable to prevent it. She pouted theatrically, that smile still tugging at her mouth. The head popped free, leaving her slit stretched. She bit her lip, eyes fixing on the head, coated with her juices.