Hips in the Air (Part 4)

“I’m dying to see this.”

Alone with Bryce in her dorm room on a random Thursday morning, Justine lightly palpated his length and heft through the fabric of his sweat pants. “This is crazy,” she said, barely above a whisper.

Somehow, Bryce was excited and relaxed at the same time. “You want to see it?”

She smiled up at him with mischievous eyes and looked back at his bulge. “Sure.”

“I’ll let you do the honors.” His big hands dropped gently onto her shoulders, making her feel safe and at the same time under his control.

She stood up in front of him and reached her hands under his shirt. Felt the muscles of his abdomen, the smoothness of his love handles. Her fingers wandered over to his butt cheeks and gave them a squeeze. “Damn, Bryce.” He chuckled softly as he flexed his ass muscles for her.

Slowly, she began to strip him. Her thumbs looping under the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. Down, down. She looked into his eyes and lingered there as she brought her pelvis close to his and waited for the thud of him against her vulva. “Oooh!”

She already knew by feel that it was impressive. Fucking impressive. But seeing the shape and texture for the first time was a unique delight. She worked her jaw and tried not to laugh from nervousness.

Poor Allen! There was no fucking comparison.

Justine inhaled sharply as she imagined Bryce inside of her. It was too much to think about.

She touched the head with the tips of her fingers. It was so… ripe. She had always found the male “glans” somehow hilarious. A lipless mushroom puckering for a kiss. She had handled four penises in her life, all basically the same. This one was NOT like the others.

With her index finger, she explored the sensitive underside of his shaft. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the middle part. It was noticeably thicker there. And there was a fat vein along the side that ran the length of him. She sighed. It was ridiculous to feel so much lust.

Justine turned to meet Bryce’s gaze. He looked confident but slightly nervous, his eyebrows hovering. They kissed passionately as she squeezed and softly stroked his throbbing endowment. He groaned with pleasure.

After a minute, she pulled back and dropped to her knees. She wanted to look up at him and please him and… submit to him? Is that what people meant by “submissive”? Whatever. She just wanted his dick in her mouth.

He took hold of his shaft with one hand, cupping Justine’s cheek with the other. “Oh man,” Bryce said. “I wonder how Allen would feel about this?”

She felt both aroused and slightly irritated by the comment, but kept licking and staring up at him.

“Is it hot for you that I have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah. Extremely.”

“Okay.” Justine eyed him as she flicked her tongue over him. “But I just want to blow you right now.”

“Oh god. Please.”

She kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around his crown and underneath.

A strange memory popped into Justine’s head. Allen kissing her goodbye at the airport. That was the last time before today that she had kissed anyone. She wondered about Allen being “fine” and “supportive” of her sucking Bryce’s cock. Really, Allen? You don’t mind this?

She noticed Bryce’s saltiness. Strings of spit began to form as her mouth went on and off his big African penis.

She imagined that if she could fit enough of him into her mouth and throat, it would push the thought of her boyfriend out of her mind. It didn’t. It was like Allen was there, watching her. Was that so bad?

“Goddamn, Justine,” he said. “That’s incredible.”

She came up for air. She pursed her lips and drooled spit onto him, rubbing it around with her fingers.

“Bryce… I like that you’re so much… bigger than my boyfriend.” Justine felt bad for saying it. Thrillingly bad. He groaned excitedly and took her face with both of his hands. She felt overpowered — in the best way.

“Oh, Justine!” His hips quaked a bit, and his cock pulsated. “That turns me on so fucking much.” She felt a surge of pride.

She didn’t let up. Somehow, the fatigue and ache in her jaw didn’t bother her. It only made her desire more insistent. Nothing mattered except making Bryce cum. Sending him over the top. Showing him how very bad she could be.

“Oh fuck. I’m almost there.” His voice quavered, and she felt his hips shake. She was ready for him to use her mouth, her face, her tits, whatever. Bryce could cum wherever he wanted.

He jizzed in her mouth. She loved his little cries of ecstasy. She swallowed what she could, and some dripped down her chin. Bryce grunted and made circles around her mouth, joyfully, as though marking his territory.

It felt like a perfect moment, even though she wanted so badly to feel him inside of her.

They lay back for a while and recovered, smiling and laughing. As he got dressed, Bryce kissed her cheek and said he would text her. She was too horny to wonder if he meant it. After the door closed, she rummaged frantically for her vibrator, afraid that Margaret might return. She came hard and fast.

An hour later Justine was still in her room, listening to music and writing vaguely in her journal. Her phone buzzed.

Bryce damn that was incredible

Justine smiling

Bryce next time i want to explore you. drive you crazy.

Justine can’t wait. but it’s still, ugghhh

Bryce let me text him. i promise, you’ll be glad.

Justine just be really nice and polite, okay

Bryce of course

Justine here’s his number

Oh well. She was a bad girlfriend. A little more badness wasn’t going to change anything. Anyway, it’s not like Allen couldn’t handle himself. Maybe he’d be annoyed. He could ignore Bryce if he needed to.

Justine reread Allen’s emails and texts over the past few weeks. Now they felt different. She could sort of see why Bryce and Sandra thought Allen had cuckold fantasies.

Would he really be okay? It was too late now.

Her phone buzzed.

Bryce Your boy is fine

Justine Are you serious?? What he say?

Bryce Joked a bit. Then he actually said “thanks” and “peace.” that it was awkward but he wants to be friendly.

Justine I was so worried but I think you just made this situation so much easier for me!

Bryce I told you, huh? So are you going to tell him about what we did?

Justine Yeah but give me time

Bryce cool

*******

When she finally switched off her reading light on that crazy day, lying in bed, Justine couldn’t believe her life. Allen had sent her the sweetest note after she had sent him that romantic, maybe overly romantic voice message, which was because he didn’t mind texting directly with Bryce. What a superhero boyfriend! And everyone was happy! Maybe.

How would Allen handle it when he found out about Bryce’s visit this morning? She allowed herself to imagine a smile on his face. Things might get really interesting.

The next morning, Justine sipped her coffee and checked her email. There was one from Allen.

Dear Justine,

I feel so happy this morning. I need to confess something.

Since this thing started, I’ve been fantasizing about you and Bryce together. I don’t know how many times I reread your description of that moment when you were dancing and he lifted you by your hips. So sexy.

It makes me want you more! I hope you can still want me and like me.

It is a relief knowing that he seems like a good dude. I hope you don’t feel guilty. As far as the sex is concerned, I just feel that you deserve it.

You’re not hurting me. And if you ever feel like sharing intimate details, don’t hold back!

Love, Allen

Justine laughed nervously and put a hand to her mouth as she sat with her coffee, basking in the morning sunlight. This was really happening.

Allen,

Thank you my sweetheart ;) Of course I still want you.

And I want Bryce too! It is amazing that you are so generous and easy about this. I do have some things to share with you (wicked smirk).

But first, there’s something on my mind. If Bryce and I start a sexual relationship, does that mean that you’re going to be hooking up with girls at your school? I haven’t worried about that, but now it seems like an obvious question.

Justine

He replied with a text.

Allen I only want you

Justine wow. It seems unfair. Will you tell me if you’re not happy, or if something bothers you?

Allen Of course I will

Allen I like that it’s asymmetrical and “unfair.” It turns me on to be your CUCKOLD.

Justine stared at her screen, dumbfounded. So they were right, Sandra and Bryce.

She sent a selfie in her bra and panties, smiling in the sunlight. Then another with no clothes on, and blowing a kiss.

Allen [string of eggplant emojis]

Justine [cartwheels and dancing lady emojis]

Justine Promise you won’t get upset?

Allen promise!

Justine Ok check your email in like 20 minutes

Justine went out to grab a latte. She put on tight jeans and a revealing tank top. She sauntered a bit across the courtyard, wondering who might notice her. She didn’t have to be modest anymore. Didn’t want to be. She was dating Bryce, and her boyfriend still loved her.

She took a deep breath and sat down again at her desk. There was no reason to hold back. He asked for it, so now he was going to get it.

Dear Allen,

Bryce knocked at my door yesterday afternoon, when Margaret was gone. I was in my sleepwear, a t-shirt, and light shorts. I felt chills. Immediately, we were kissing. He got me so hot! He picked me up with both hands on my ass, and that was just… I mean, it really sent me. He’s strong and has big, beautiful hands, the color of milk chocolate.

I felt his big bulge, especially when he held me in the air. I could have let him fuck me then and there. But I wanted to go down on him. (I hope you don’t mind.) He is wonderfully large, and that turns me on so much! Sometimes the stereotypes are true, lol.

Bryce said, “I wonder how your boyfriend would feel about this?” It gave me a twinge of guilt, but I also felt a dark thrill about being a “bad girlfriend.” It was hot.. Thinking and talking about you when I had Bryce’s cock in my mouth.

I loved feeling his powerful glutes while his hips quivered, and he fucked my face [blushing emoji]. I finished him off, and he came in my mouth. Are you okay with that, baby? Another guy’s jizz on my lips and tongue? Maybe you like that? God, I feel like such a slut. After he left, I took off my panties and they were soaked through.

I’m sorry if it’s hard to hear this, Allen (or not sorry?), but… I can’t wait for Bryce to fuck me. [lip-biting emojis] Just the idea of his fabulous cock in me gives me butterflies. It might hurt a little, but I don’t care.

Tell me you are happy. Thank you for giving me this incredible freedom, as your girlfriend!

Love you,

Justine

A half hour later, her phone buzzed.

It was a photo of Allen with a happy face sticker on his face. He was reclining on his bed, mostly naked. There was cum on his stomach and chest. Justine hearted the image and added a smiling emoji. Then a laughing one too. “I guess you like Bad Justine, lol,” she wrote.

A few hours later, she stopped by Bryce’s room. His roommate said he was at the gym. She walked over and found him in the lobby. He put a hand on her butt and kissed her on the lips, with no modesty at all. She noticed a few people gawking at them.

They sat in some comfy chairs nearby, with partial privacy. Justine wanted to do another bad thing. She pulled out her phone and showed Bryce the evidence of Allen’s contentment.

“Oh damn. It’s crazy, huh?” He laughed and looked around, but patted Justine’s knee to reassure her that he wasn’t going to blab to everyone.

“Can I?” He held up his phone to her.

A naughty smile crept over her face. “Um, yeah. But let me see what you’re going to write.”

Bryce Hey Allen. Your girl showed me what a happy morning you had. You can be proud, my man.

“Oh, jeez. I hope he...”

“He’ll be fine! You worry too much.”

“I guess you’re right.”

A few minutes later, they saw Allen’s reply.

Allen Thanks, Bryce. You’re the man. This is a dream cum true.