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His Little Porno Slut

byEroticuhh©

It had been a month since Lisa's birthday, and Andy's suspicions about what she had done hadn't waned. In fact, they had intensified. He pretended that he had none, though; just like he pretended that he didn't check her phone when she was in the shower, and that he didn't see the text messages from Kevin. "We're still cool, right?" That message had come the day after her birthday. Lisa had responded, "Yes" and added a smiley face, and Kevin had told her, "Good. I don't want things to be awkward between us." It didn't take a detective to figure out something had happened between them, and Andy doubted that they'd robbed a bank together.

These concerns compounded with financial ones. Lisa was out of work, and had been for a few weeks. She was receiving unemployment, but it wasn't enough, and Andy was essentially the sole breadwinner. Andy found himself resenting her; he still loved her, but he had steeled himself against his emotions to protect himself, and it was making him indifferent to her side of things. They argued a lot, more than ever – even just about stupid stuff, like making dinner or taking out the trash – but they also had incredible sex, better than ever, like it was when it first met. Every time an image of Lisa with another man flashed into Andy's mind he became more excited, which made him angrier, and their copulation was almost always rough and satisfying.

Andy supposed that all of that had been how he'd gotten the idea to call Bryant. He kept that to himself, however, and while Bryant was arriving in their living room, Lisa was in the bathroom slipping into something less comfortable but much, much sexier.

Lisa had never liked Bryant, and Andy didn't really blame her for that. Bryant wasn't the most likeable kind of person. He was overweight and pear shaped, which was fine in and of itself, but he was also unkempt and unhygienic to boot. He had zits on his face, and the hair on his head was greasy. There was hair on the back of his neck and shoulders, too, and it stood out of his Hot Topic t-shirt collar like a wary dog's. He always smelled a little like body odor, even if it was buried just under the surface of the Arctic Ice fragrance he sprayed all over himself in lieu of regular showers. Bryant could barely carry on a conversation unless it was about video-games or comic-books, and then he would ramble on incessantly and never stop, despite your polite hints that maybe he should not.

That was the thing that Lisa most didn't like about Bryant, actually; he was selfish, even mean. No one mattered more to Bryant than Bryant. So if there was anyone on Earth who Lisa didn't want to be standing in front of wearing the slutty Wonder Woman costume she bought for a Halloween party two years prior, it was him. That's what excited Andy about making her do it.

Lisa had the plastic tiara tucked into her head of curls. The red and gold bodice was tight, almost a corset, showing off every angle and curve of her waist and hips, and it pushed up her C-cup breasts like they were an offering to Zeus himself. Her skirt was short, ending mid-thigh, and split into bases to appear more like armor. Every step or shift of her weight gave them a peek at her thong underwear beneath; bright blue, to match the rest of her outfit.

The tattoo on her thigh was visible, as was a bit of the one on her lower back, just below the hem of the bodice. She wore red, knee-high boots, laced tightly, with a half-inch heel to them. Andy had chosen this outfit specifically for Bryant. He had caught him creeping on Lisa's Facebook page a few times in the past, searching for pictures of her wearing that very costume, so Andy already knew that Bryant would appreciate it. Still, he asked anyway. "What do you think?"

"So hot," Bryant said, licking his chapped lips. There was already a bulge forming in his ill-fitting wrangler jeans. Lisa was demurely standing in the middle of the room. Her arms were crossed awkwardly over her torso, her knees slightly bent, as though she thought standing upright might reveal too much. Bryant was sitting back on the couch, staring lecherously at her. "She looks just like her," he said. "Even better than her, honestly."

"Give us a spin," Andy said to Lisa, "like she used to do on that TV show." Lisa hesitated at first, but Andy urged her again, "Go on," and she did it, twirling around once, twice, three times. Her skirt's bases helicoptered around her hips, giving them--and more importantly, giving Bryant--a blurry look at her skimpy little thong underneath.

"Fuck, dude," Bryant said. "What a hot slut!" Andy watched Lisa tremble slightly, biting her lip. "No offense."

"None taken," Andy said, smirking openly at Lisa's discomfort. "Anything else you'd like to see?"

"Hmmm..." Bryant tapped his pepperoni chin thoughtfully. His face lit up when he had his ah-ha moment. "Remember how you used to brag about how good she was at giving head?" Andy did remember that; he used to brag about Lisa a lot when they had first started dating. That's what you do when you have a 20yo nympho living in your apartment, you brag to your boys and make them jealous. But then their relationship got more and more serious over the years, and he had regretted sharing those stories, and sometimes sharing her photos. Not with Bryant specifically, but a few of Andy's other friends had met Lisa at one event or another, weddings or barbecues or whathaveyou, and they had to pretend that they'd never seen her body on Andy's phone before, naked, spread open, freshly fucked. Andy didn't have those sorts of regrets anymore. "Let's see," Bryant said. "Tell her to prove it."

Andy shrugged. "You heard him, Wonder Lisa," he said, beckoning her over with a crooked finger. "Come prove I didn't lie to all my friends about your talented mouth." Lisa took a meek step toward him, still biting her juicy red lip. Andy pointed down at his feet, and Lisa slowly sunk to her knees. She stole a side-long look at Bryant, who had audibly inhaled and held his breath, leaning over himself to watch her manicured fingers working down Andy's shorts. When Andy took a grip on his long, thin Irish dick and aimed it at her face, he said, "Come on, Li, show Bryant what a good cocksucker you are." Lisa's mouth fell open, almost as though it were out of surprise, and Andy filled it.

"Fuck," Bryant muttered, watching her closely, "she's even prettier with a dick in her mouth."

Andy felt the vibration of a moan around his cock, and he grinned. "You think so?" Lisa was bobbing her head in his naked lap, sucking him off on auto-pilot, so well-practiced it was mindless. Her pert lips pursed into a tight ring, sliding up and down his shaft, making it wetter and slicker. "Take a picture, Bryant. Maybe we'll make it her Facebook profile." Bryant took out his smart phone and did just that. Andy had her pose with half his cock wedged into her big mouth. He told her to smile, and Bryant's flash went off in her face.

"Pull up her skirt," Bryant said, still sitting on the edge of his seat to get as close as he could to the action. "I want to finally get a look at that fat ass of hers." Andy slid his hands down her back until he reached the folds of her skirt, and he opened them up for Bryant like vertical window blinds. Her ass came into view with nothing but a tiny patch of cotton between her legs, and a strip of floss between her thick, round cheeks.

Bryant groaned. "It's better than I thought it would be..." He pointed his phone at it and took a few shots with the camera. The room was filled with the sounds of his shutter and the lip-smacking slurps of Lisa eagerly sucking her boyfriend's dick in front of one of his best friends. "Dude," Bryant said, pointing to the growing moistness of her panties, the damp spot spreading like a spill in a paper towel commercial, "the bitch is getting fucking soaked from this!"

Andy grunted. "I bet she is," he said. He grabbed a handful of Lisa's curly hair, and pulled her mouth off his cock with a champagne pop. "Tell Bryant why your pussy is getting so wet, Lisa." Lisa hesitated, gasping for air, her eyes telling a story of uncertainty, shame. Andy encouraged her again, more forcefully. "Look at him and tell him, Lisa. Go ahead. He wants to hear it."

Lisa looked over her shoulder and met Bryant's gaze. "Sucking cock makes me horny," she said.

"Do you want Bryant to play with it?" Lisa wavered and then nodded timidly. Andy tugged on her hair, just sharp enough to get her attention. "Tell him, Lisa. Don't be shy. He wants to hear."

"I want you to play with it, Bryant," Lisa said, her lip curling. Andy tugged on her hair again, and she finished her sentence. "Play with my pussy. I want you to play with my wet pussy."

"That's a good girl," Andy said, guiding her head back down to his lap. His cock slid right where it belonged, down her throat. Bryant, giddy like a schoolchild, got down behind Lisa's ass and unceremoniously snatched her thong off her body in one rubber-band snap. He leant in and inhaled the scent of her dripping, fat-lipped pussy. "How's it look, Bryant?"

"Delicious," Bryant said. His grubby hands grabbed two big, thick handfuls of her ass, and his tongue snaked its way into her cunt. Lisa moaned loudly around Andy's cock, now, and he knew she couldn't help it; Bryant was going wild on her pussy, his whole head was disappearing beneath the curved horizon of her butt cheeks. Andy heard him lapping at it like a St. Bernard drinking from bowl of water. "Her fucking pussy tastes so good," Bryant said, coming up for air.

Andy yanked Lisa's mouth off his dick again with another audible pop. Almost all of the anxiety in her eyes had been replaced with lust. "Thank Bryant for complimenting your pussy," he said.

"Thank you for saying my pussy tastes good, Bryant," Lisa said, and then went right back to sucking Andy's cock. He inhaled sharply. There was no way he was going to last much longer. Andy didn't last very long in Lisa's mouth under normal circumstances; he definitely wasn't going to last very long watching his friend yank down his own pants and underwear less than a foot away from her bare, wet pussy. He twitched in her mouth. Lisa felt it, and sucked it harder.

"Oh, fuck..." Andy's cum started shooting down Lisa's throat. He felt her swallowing around him, her throat constricting with every gulp of his jizz. Meanwhile, Bryant stroked his dick and watched intently, two fingers of his right hand pumping into Lisa's cunt, fingerblasting Andy's girlfriend while she swallowed cum. Andy hadn't even seen him shove his fat, nasty fingers into her. That's when Andy completely made up his mind. He dragged Lisa up by her hair, putting her into a full kneeling position with her butt back on her heels, and he leaned in close to her face. "Now you're going to do whatever Bryant tells you, got it?" Lisa gave him a small nod.

Andy pushed Lisa toward him, and Bryant caught her like a passed ball. His fingers slipped into her curls, and his dick immediately began rubbing on her full, pouty lips. "Open up," Bryant said. "Suck my cock!" Lisa did as she was told, and Bryant's dick hit the back of her throat and kept going, like a sword-swallower at the circus. Bryant groaned louder with each passing inch.

Andy had just cum only moments before, but he was still very hard, and judging from what he was watching, Andy wouldn't soften any time soon. His girlfriend of almost five years was on her knees, dressed in a skimpy, tight Wonder Woman costume. The skirt barely covered her ass. It lay angled over her pelvis to conceal her naked pussy, leaving her meaty, tattooed thighs completely exposed to their eyes. Her tits were barely contained in the red corset, especially due to the shaking they were enduring. In fact, Andy could see one of her nipples had bounced free of it, pink and hard as a little diamond. As for her gorgeous face, Andy couldn't see much; it was mostly concealed by Bryant's belly, save for occasional smeared, flushed glimpses. Andy could see the ropes of spit hanging from her chin, however, dripping down her chest and cleavage. He heard her, too--the sloppy guh-guh-guh of a porn star being throated. Andy watched his girlfriend's French-tipped fingers slip down beneath her skirt and start rubbing her hidden clit, while her least favorite friend of his humped her mouth as hard as he could. It all made him throb.

"Fuck, her mouth is amazing," Bryant groaned. He pulled himself free of it, like taking the gasoline nozzle out of the fuel tank. Lisa gasped for much needed oxygen, her mascara running down her cheeks in dark rivets. "Tongue out," Bryant said. Lisa glanced at Andy, saw his expression, and then did as she'd been told. Her tongue was long--like Gene Simmons long--and it was pierced. Bryant slapped his dick on it a few times, and then left it there so he could take another picture. He laughed. "This would be good for your LinkedIn profile," he said. "You'd get so many offers."

Lisa bit her lip again. Her hand rubbed faster between her legs. Bryant noticed. "Wow, you're really getting off on this, huh?" He looked at Andy. "I guess you were right about her, dude. Too bad you didn't realize sooner. We could've been having this much fun for years." Bryant gave her a firm shove to the sternum, and Lisa fell backward, sprawled out. "If you're going to play with yourself, you should let us watch," he said. Lisa whimpered, but didn't protest. They watched the whites of her fingernails sliding up and down between the folds of her fat lips, slip inside her wet hole with a sound like a kiss, then frantically rub at the hard nub of her clit. They watched her repeat that routine, twice, thrice, four times. Her pretty toes curled into the carpet, her hips lifted to meet her fingers. She seemed to hold her breath.

"Tell him what you want, Lisa," Andy said.

"I want you to fuck me," she moaned, finally exhaling. "Please fuck me, Bryant."

That was all Bryant needed to hear. He pulled off his ratty t-shirt, which was his last article of clothing besides his holey socks. For a second he looked down at her, sneering and licking his thin, crusted lips. His chest sagged, his belly was slightly bulbous. His legs were knobby, and scrawny for his frame. None of that seemed to matter to Lisa; she was too far gone, too horny. The way she stared at him, Andy would've thought she was ogling Michael Fassbender instead. Her hand was a blur between her thighs, and her pussy was visibly dripping down the underside of her ass cheeks. Andy couldn't believe how bad she wanted it.

Bryant got down onto the floor with her, and Lisa instinctively lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, wrapping her calves and feet around his head like an MMA fighter on defense. Bryant placed the tip of his swollen, slightly purple head at her lips, and Andy watched Lisa inch herself closer. The folds of her puffy lips caressed him. "Beg me," Bryant growled. Oh ny God. Andy was suddenly overcome with surrealism. His friend's cock was an inch--no, a centimeter-- from entering his girlfriend's wet, willing pussy. Even if he told them to stop right now, it was too late. Bryant would push--

"Fuck! Please! Stop teasing me! I'll do anything for it. I need it. Please. Fuck my brains out!"

"Good girl," Bryant said.

--and his dick slid balls deep into her with one deep stroke. Lisa's needy pussy swallowed him up to his hairy balls and wanted more. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and groaned like an itch was finally, perfectly scratched. Bryant didn't waste the opportunity of exploring her gaping mouth, and he pressed his squishy body to her taut one so that he could slip his short, red tongue into it. Lisa accepted it, sucking on it gently. Bryant's hips rose and fell slowly between her thighs. Andy knew all Bryant's past conquests, and Lisa was by far the hottest girl he'd ever managed to get his dick into. Andy knew he'd take his time with her--or try to anyway.

They were making out, their mouths smacking, sucking and biting each other's lips. Lisa was grinding against him, her body demanding Bryant pick up the pace of his thrusts. She needed it harder, faster, deeper, but then Bryant abruptly stopped everything. He stopped kissing her, fucking her, practically even touching her, save for his dick still buried to the hilt. When Lisa opened her mouth to question this, Bryant spat in it. "You're a dirty slut," he said. "Say it. Say you're a dirty slut."

Lisa didn't even look at Andy this time. "I'm a dirty fucking slut," she said. "All I'm good for is pleasing dicks like yours."

Bryant laughed, but it was a little bit of a moan, too. "That's right, bitch," he said, yanking down her Wonder Woman corset to bare both of her round, juicy tits. Bryant immediately began mauling them, gripping them like he was appraising melons for ripeness in a dollar store. "She's so fucking wet..." Bryant groaned. Andy could see that, from his position. Every time Bryant pulled out for a full stroke, Andy saw how puffy she was, how the insides of her thighs glistened with dew. His cock couldn't stop twitching.

Bryant was done taking his time, suddenly. At once, he was hammering into her with hard, fast, rough strokes that made Lisa's tits bounce like double dutch. It was exactly what Lisa wanted; she moaned at the top of her lungs, her toes pushed back practically to touch her forehead. The sound of their bodies clapping was like a dribbling a basketball in a puddle. Andy knew his neighbors could hear everything. "FUCKING TAKE IT... YOU FUCKING SLUT... I KNEW... YOU WANTED... MY FUCKING DICK... YOU BITCH!" Bryant's strokes were getting frenzied and short, and Andy could tell his friend was getting close.

"Bryant," Andy said, trying to get his attention. Bryant was too busy sucking Lisa's toes and giving her pussy a merciless beatdown to hear him. "BRYANT!" The ungainly man finally looked up with his lust-crazed eyes. "Not in her pussy," Andy said, forcefully, "that's mine."

"Really? C'mon, dude," Bryant whined. Andy shook his head. "Ugh, fine!" Bryant held Lisa's ankles and pumped himself into her a half dozen more times, watching her body take it, and then he pulled himself out of her completely. Lisa groaned, disappointed at first, but her eyes brightened when she saw Bryant hurriedly crawling up her body. He half sat, half squat just under her tits, and aimed his dick at her with his fist. "Open your mouth for me, slut," Bryant huffed.

Lisa sat up, bracing her torso on one elbow, and opened wide. Bryant worked his dick with his hand, and the slippery head slid across her tongue, her cheeks, her nose... and then he began to paint her. It was a smear on the bridge of her nose at first, then a glob just above her eyebrow. Another on her right cheek. A little more on her pink tongue. When there nothing but a dribble left, Lisa closed her mouth around his cock and gently sucked out the rest. She looked up at him with her messy, cum-covered face. Bryant hissed, "ssssshiiiit" and took a few last pictures with his phone.

"Was she good?" Andy asked, knowing the answer.

Bryant took his softening dick away from her pouty lips and stood back up. "Incredible."

Lisa was already touching herself again, apparently not yet satisfied. Her short legs and thick thighs were spread wide for them. She pushed two fingers into herself over and over, masturbating with abandon, sounding like a wet mop. Andy beckoned her, and she quickly got to her feet; her skirt fell back into place, and she almost looked decent again, if not for her bared tits and cum-stained face. "Climb on, Wonder Lisa," Andy said, pointing to his hard dick, which had been sticking straight up since she'd sucked him. Lisa put one bare foot next to his chair and then lifted her other leg up and over to straddle him.

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