The Benefits of a Girlfriend Ch. 05

Kristy blocked my view for a moment as she walked in front of me and sat down between me and Adam. Then, she unzipped us both and pulled out our dicks, stroking them gently. We both leaned back to give her better access.

My eyes went back to the video. The woman was kneeling in front of the black man worshiping his cock. The white man was still on his hands and knees staring at the floor. When the black man appeared fully aroused, she ordered her hubby to stand up and strip. He obeyed and his significantly smaller hard on plopped out. She got up, went over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a ruler and a spool of tailor's tape. She proceeded to make a show of measuring the white man's length and girth while her and the black man laughed at him. Then she measured the black man with ooh's and ah's.

She once again went over to the nightstand and brought back a small plastic device. Kneeling she took the ruler and smacked the white man's penis until it was limp enough for her to put on the small plastic tube that attached to a ring she put around his balls. And then she took a padlock and snapped it shut, presumably so that the white man could no longer have erections. After pointing and laughing at him, the couple stripped each other and climbed into bed. It started with her riding the big cock in a reverse cowgirl as the white man kneeled beside the bed. The positions varied and whenever possible, he'd suck on her feet and toes while she was fucked.

When I was fully aroused, Kristy got up, walked over to her backpack and pulled out a measuring tape and ruler of her own. "Stand up and move the coffee table out of the way," she commanded me. I slid it back towards the tv. She stepped in front of the tv. "Now, I bet Adam's cock is at least five times as big as yours, Michael."

I looked at it, "I don't think so," I argued.

"Let me finish. You didn't hear the bet. I'm going to kneel in front of you and measure your prick. If Adam's is five times as big as yours, you'll eat my pussy later tonight just like the guy eats his wife out at the end of this video. If it's not over four times as big, then I'll give you a blow job. What do you say?"

It's not like I had anything to lose. Based on the past two nights, I was pretty sure I'd never have Kristy's mouth on me and eating her out was one of my favorite things to do. So, naturally, I said, "Deal."

She measured me, length first, then girth. "Okay, you're four inches long and three inches around."

Then she crawled on her knees over to Adam as he stood up and presented his cock. After measuring him, she announced, "You're eight inches long and six inches around. "

I gasped, "Wait, that's twice as long and twice as thick. That means it's only four times as big. That... that means you have to give ME a blow job! It's not OVER four times as big!"

Adam grunted, "Shit, that's what you said, Kristy. Why'd you make such a stupid bet?"

She turned to the video, "Hey guys watch this."

As we watched, the black man's thrusting came to a halt and then he got up off of the woman. The camera zoomed in on his cock that glistened with her juices along the shaft and his cum at the tip. It showed him getting dressed, thanking the lady and leaving. She just laid there in bed until he left. When he did, she ordered her husband up on the bed. He lay on his back and she mounted him so her pussy was directly over his mouth. The camera zoomed in on him eating her out. After a few minutes, he stopped licking and opened his mouth wide. When he did, a big glob of thick white cum fell into his mouth and he swallowed it before going back and licking her some more. Then the scene faded to black.

"Shit," I boasted, "I'm sure glad I won THAT bet."

"About that, Michael." She stood up, unhooked her phone and fidgeted with it for about a minute before confidently declaring, "Just as I thought. This site right here that compares penis size by volume says that Adam's cock is actually almost seven times as big as yours, Michael."

"Wait, let me see that," I cried. I grabbed the phone and looked. There it was in plain site with rulers and measuring tape saying he was six hundred and ninety some percent bigger than me.

Adam laughed, "Well, I guess I owe you an apology, Kristy."

Kristy stood and pointed her finger at Adam in jest, "Don't you ever doubt me again, mister. Don't you think my pussy knows how much bigger your cock is than Michael's prick? Why do you think I have to call them different things?"

I was still in shock, feeling tricked and betrayed. I was so sure I'd won the bet and was about to receive my first blow job. Granted, I loved pain but wanted to experience that form of pleasure at least once.

Adam answered Kristy's questions in an effort to poke fun at me, "If your eyes deceive you, which isn't likely, I'm sure your pussy knows the difference between feeling full and feeling nothing at all." They both laughed. "And as far as different names go, I think it's your brain's way of telling you that one has a purpose, a reason to be inside you and the other doesn't."

"Exactly!" Kristy moaned. "Michael, are you paying attention to this?"

I heard them even though I was trying not to, so I looked at her, "Yeah."

"Good. It's time for you to hear the plan. It's time to reveal my definition of a wittol and exactly how our relationship is going to work for the next month. And, if we enjoy it like I think we will, how our relationship will work next semester when the three of us get a two bedroom and are living together."

"What? He's living with us next semester?"

"Most likely, if things work out. Did you enjoy the video, Michael?"

"It was kind of hot."

"Obviously, it got you rock hard. What I want is a relationship much like what you saw in that video."

"Are you going to get me one of those plastic things to put on my penis?"

She smiled and nodded, "Hopefully, eventually. Now, about the plan. Do you remember what Adam said about keeping one girl, HIS girl, who only fucks him?"

"Yes. Is that what you want, to ONLY fuck him?"

"I do. I love you Michael, but I don't want you inside me. Adam wants me to act like his girl, to only fuck him and I want to give him that. I NEED to give him that. THAT was the plan before Adam moved in and it's time we make that happen. Okay?"

"No, that's not okay. Why can't I still fuck you? I'm your boyfriend. Isn't it enough that I share you with him? Are we to never have sex again?"

"That's too many questions, Michael. You and I will have sex. We will make out, you will lick my pussy before and after Adam fucks it, and I will give you hand jobs or have you masturbate for me. That's the way you and I will have sex for now. When Adam leaves, we will have two weeks here alone where you can fuck me again, so we can decide exactly how we'll proceed in the fall. My guess is that you'll appreciate the pain of these next four weeks far more than the pleasure of the two weeks that follow it. You just need to trust me right now that this is the way it should be."

I shook my head, but my mouth said, "Okay, I'll try it. But, I'm not promising I'll like it or be able to take it for a whole month. So, what's your wittol definition that I'm supposed to know?"

She smiled, tracing her fingers along my lips, "Oh, you'll take it, accept it, love it, and enjoy it, Michael, because that's what you do. Okay, now, if someone asks you to explain our relationship, you are to tell them that you are my wittol. When they ask what that is..." She handed me a business card for a lingerie shop with the definition written on the back.

"Wow, Kristy. That's a lot to take in. Can't we just..."

"Can't we just fuck, already?" Adam interrupted.

"Come on, Michael. Just say yes. Say you want to be my wittol and willingly give me to Adam for his and my sexual pleasure."

Having been hard this whole time, I relented, "Yes, Kristy. I want to be your wittol."

"Finally!" Adam said as Kristy dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.

Sliding him out, she looked up at me and asked, "And what does it mean to be my wittol, Michael?"

Looking at the card I read aloud, "We have the perfect relationship, where we love and are deeply committed to each other, but where I've willingly agreed to absolve her coital burdens so that she may obtain the fulfillment I am physically incapable of providing."

Adam laughed, "What a fancy way of saying I let her fuck Adam instead of me cause I have a baby dick!"

Kristy giggled, "Well, yeah. But, my definition is a lot less obnoxious. But, yeah. If they don't quite get it, you can always use Adam's definition." She stood up and undressed. "Let's go over to the bed. Michael, pull your pants up, and then you can get my pussy wet while I lube up my favorite cock."

It's hard to explain how bad I felt or how horny I was, but I enjoyed every second of licking her to orgasm more than I ever had. There was something about what she had said, that this was the way we had sex now, that allowed me to appreciate her softness on my lips and tongue in a new and exciting way. When she came, she ordered me to kneel by the foot of the bed.

As Adam mounted her in the usual missionary position, I took her toes into my mouth and sucked them like the guy in the video. After a while, he flipped her over and took her from behind. That allowed me to lick and suck her other foot. It was in that moment that I realized I was now addicted to her feet and saw them as being just as erotic of a trigger as her tits, her pussy, or her ass. This brought shame and humiliation and the accompanying erotic bliss.

I was pretty disappointed when he ordered her into the doggy-style position and I no longer had access to her beautiful toes. Fortunately, neither of them lasted very long in that position. When Adam thanked Kristy, climbed off the bed and patted me on the head like a dog, he taunted, "Enjoy, wittol."

Then Kristy instructed, "Take your pants off now, wittol, and get up here and lick me."

I pictured that giant glob falling into the guy's mouth near the end of the video and winced. "Are you really going to make me do that, Kristy? It's so gross."

"Yes, you ARE going to do it. A bet is a bet. And don't ever use that word again to refer to my pussy or you'll never taste it again."

"I wasn't talking about your pussy, I was talking about HIS cum."

"Adam' cum is NOT gross. I don't allow gross things in my pussy. Now, if you want to call YOUR cum gross, if you want to call YOUR prick gross, I won't argue since neither one has ever actually touched the inside of my pussy. But, don't you EVER call anything that does gross. If something inside my pussy is gross, then that makes my pussy gross. And if that's the way you feel, you don't need to ever touch it again."

I was trying to think of something, anything to say to explain my position, but everything I could think of was likely to get her carry out her threat. So, I said the only thing I could, "I'm sorry, Kristy. There's nothing gross about your pussy and I appreciate you allowing me to lick it."

She smiled, "I'm glad you see it my way. Now, put on a condom so I don't get anything gross on my hands when I jerk you off while you're eating this taco supreme with sour cream." She giggled.

Surprised at her vulgar imagery, I gagged a little as I got up and put on a condom. As I did so, I thought about how fucked up it was that she wanted me to wear a condom just for a hand job. I was unsure if this was punishment for calling Adam's cum gross or if she'd have insisted I wear one anyway. Either way it was humiliating and, therefore, exciting.

As I licked her, alternating between her clit and hole, she alternated between lightly stroking my prick and gently squeezing my balls to sharply flicking my prick and punching or slapping my balls. Our 'love-making' session lasted for nearly a half hour until she came and I soon followed. To my relief, there was never a glob of thick cum that fell from her hole. At a couple points, it did notice a substance that felt just like the mucus that escapes from the back of my sinuses when I have a bad cold. I assumed that this was cum and I just swallowed it down without dwelling on it. The flavor was odd, but not awful. It was like pool water mixed with a little saccharin and had a very similar aftertaste to that notorious artificial sweetener.

As we curled up together, she asked, "So, wittol, what did you think?"

"I'm not sure," I answered. "There was a lot of pain, humiliation, and self-deprecation, but very little pleasure to be had."

"So, then, it was perfect!" she giggled. "That's the goal, isn't it? More pain and less pleasure?"

"I guess," I sighed.

She reached back, grabbed my balls and squeezed them as hard as she could. I squirmed and moaned. "Quit pretending you don't want this, Michael. You want me to fuck Adam, to deny you, and to hurt you. Don't you?"

I would have said anything she told me to at that point just to get her to let go, but, by this point, I finally realized how 'perfect' this all truly was: my new degrading title, the mix of emotional and physical pain it brought, and the pleasure of seeing the woman I adored so content. I cried out, "Yes, Kristy. That's exactly what I want. All of it."

She released her gripped and we fell asleep together.

Over the next month, Kristy was Adam's 'girl' and I facilitated that arrangement mostly with my lips and tongue. When Adam fucked Kristy or she sucked his cock, my presence was usually ignored by both of them. I did suck her feet and toes every chance I got, but her focus remained on her lover and his on her. Her and I carried out our special form of love-making before and after his cock penetrated her.

In that regard, Kristy did become interested in more BDSM aspects like beating my ass and legs with a belt before I knelt beside the bed while they fucked or putting clothespins on my nipples, prick, and scrotum so I could suffer in agony while watching them, then even more so when she unclipped them while I ate her out. We also tried out different forms of homemade chastity devices, which included covering my genitals in paraffin wax, running clear packing tape from my belly button to the top of my ass crack, and using duct tape for the same purpose. In all those cases, post sex removal was the most grueling part for me and the most amusing part for her.

When the semester ended, none of us wanted it to. But, Adam did have to get back to help on the family farm, so this stint as her wittol came to an end. He and I sorted out our differences along the way. He got me a good paying construction job starting after Memorial Day working for his uncle who owned a company in my home town. At Kristy's insistence, I agree to pay off half off the twelve hundred in debt Adam had incurred due to me moving out.

But, as he said goodbye, it occurred to me that for the next two weeks, I was no longer a wittol, just a regular boyfriend. I had doubts as to whether I even knew how to be one anymore. I just hoped Kristy had a plan for that, too.