As Lela and I knelt in the corner of the hotel room, we exchanged a furtive glance. I could see anxiety written all over her face, presumably at the prospect of meeting Amanda. I had my own internal struggle going on as I processed whether John would allow me to clean his dried ejaculate from my face before we walked across campus to our shared accommodation. Unfortunately for me this was not to be the case, as John emerged from the bathroom and told me to stand up and get dressed. I got to my feet as directed, and John addressed Lela who was still on her knees, in her pink lingerie.
"Grab a long coat, Lela," he instructed her. "We are heading back to my room."
Just as we were about to leave the hotel room, John noticed the purity ring sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up with a scowl on his face and placed it inside his jacket pocket.
"Let's go," he said sternly.
The three of us walked in silence back to the dorms, my head held as low as possible in order to hide the fact that I had another man's semen coated all over my face. As humiliating as this was, it paled in comparison to the fear I felt of John's retribution for my infidelity. I just knew that he was going to punish me for sneaking around behind his back. When I opened the door to our shared accommodation, a gorgeous platinum-blonde who I assume was Amanda was lying in my bed with a satisfied smile on her face.
Seductively attired in the exact same shade of lingerie that Lela wore, this young goddess mocked me with her eyes as she addressed my nemesis.
"Is this the cuckold?" she asked John with a giggle.
"In the flesh," John responded. "Amanda, meet Mark."
It was humiliating being introduced as the cuckold, and as Amanda looked me up and down with disdain, I shuffled nervously in front of the three of them.
"Come closer," Amanda instructed me, as I moved slowly towards her. "Good boy."
I purposefully kept my head lowered, both to convey respect for this beautiful woman, and in an attempt to conceal the fact that my face was coated with another man's semen. Amanda, sensing that I wasn't here to engage in any consensual sex-acts, turned to John and voiced her confusion.
"Why is Mark here?" she said with palpable disdain in her voice. "And for fuck's sake is that jizz drying on his face?"
John seemed enthralled to have me in such a compromising position, and with a cheerful look on his face he responded to Amanda's line of questioning.
"Mark is here because he loves cream pies," John began. "And as you have so eloquently pointed out, Amanda," he continued with a flourish, "the evidence of his fondness for them is currently drying on his face."
As you can probably imagine, I wanted to curl up in a ball as they discussed the evidence of my submission to my nemesis. Amanda was clearly getting off on John's subjugation of me, and even though she was one of the hottest women I had ever seen in the flesh, I was dreading her expectations of me.
As if she was reading my mind, Amanda kicked the comforter to the floor, revealing her beautifully manicured feet. As I fixated on her phenomenally feminine pink toenails, she spread her legs slightly apart.
Any image of an unspoiled platinum-blonde goddess that I had was shattered as I raised my gaze slightly upward. Amanda's pussy was clean-shaven, the sheen of her scented body-lotion glistening in the light of our shared bedroom. As I focused on the visual of this perfect female anatomy, I could see John's semen oozing from her well-fucked pussy.
Disgust really didn't begin to encapsulate the feelings I harbored as I watched that perfect female specimen present her soiled vagina to me. The full spectrum of my emotions needed words like jealousy, shame and frustration to fully verbalize the way I felt. How could such an impossibly beautiful woman allow herself to be used by such an asshole? What was in it for her?
Unfortunately for me, I never got the answers to the myriad of questions that were racing through my mind. Sensing my vulnerability, John approached me and issued his directive.
"Eat," John ordered me, "before it gets too cold."
It was a very unappetizing sight, but I was fearful of John's temper so I dragged my ass over to where Amanda was relaxing. She parted her legs further apart, as if to invite me to go down on her. Moving in slow motion I knelt on my bed between her feet, reluctantly positioned my face between Amanda's legs and began to lick up John's jizz.
Amanda let out a giggle and extended her perfectly manicured hands until they rested just behind my ears. In my new position I could see that in addition to having deposited a huge load inside this young co-ed, John had also ejaculated across her abdomen and her inner-thighs. In fact much of this slimy mess transferred to the sides of my face as Amanda's legs tightened around my head.
I couldn't see either of them, but as I ate John's copious load from Amanda's pussy, I heard John and Lela taunting me. They were calling me a cuckold and a pussy, much to Amanda's amusement. After a few brief moments of them mocking me, Amanda gripped both of my ears and told me to clean the inside of her pussy.
I reluctantly extended my tongue, and as I entered her well-fucked vagina, Amanda tightened her grip on my ears. She held me in her desired spot for several minutes, until she was satisfied that I had eaten all remnants of John's load. With clean-up duty attended to, Amanda released her vice-like grip on my ears, and spread her labia wide apart, thereby exposing her blood-engorged clit.
At this point in my young life I was an extremely inexperienced lover, and while I knew that the clitoris was a pleasure center for women, I had little to no clue of how to stimulate it. As I fumbled around between the beautiful blonde's thighs, I heard John speak.
"I want some of what Amanda is enjoying," he announced to the room. "Lela, get on your knees and suck my cock."
Amanda let out a giggle, scooted slightly down the bed so that my lips were against her sex, and instructed me to gently nibble her clitoris. Again, I had zero experience in this department, and Amanda quickly realized that I didn't possess the necessary skills to get her off. For this reason, she began to taunt me as I tried in vain to pleasure her.