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I graduated on May 5, 2003. Andy Rooney, CBS News correspondent, was the speaker. He did a great job. He had an amazing life. I graduated summa cum laude and was congratulated by the university president by name for being one of several students who graduated with straight “A’s”. I had been accepted into the Indiana School of Applied Health Science, with a minor in Human Sexuality at the Kinsey Institute. They were going to allow me to start a PhD program. The one catch was Misty. She was a year behind me, and honestly, I didn’t want to leave her. I was able to have IU hold a place for me the following year. I had been assigned a doctoral advisor even before I had ever enrolled in a class. I had been in contact with her to make sure nothing got screwed up by taking a year off.

I started taking classes at the local university. I wasn’t going to get a master's degree, but I was picking classes I thought could be useful at IU. I quickly realized that I had to stop dressing so provocatively after several Profs asked me out. I even started to wear nipple covers every time I went to class. When my nipples were erect, which was most of the time, no bra I had could hide them.

Mary Sue and Bill got married in July. I was the maid of honor. Our dresses were very pretty and very expensive. Mary Sue’s mother and father actually paid for them (not what’s usually done). In private, Mary Sue asked me not to show my nipples through the dress. I assured her I would wear a bra and nipple covers. The wedding was beautiful. I actually had tears in my eyes during the ceremony, thinking about all the great times Mary Sue and I had. On a side note, Mary Sue’s mother told me how much she appreciated that I had helped Mary Sue come out of her shell and blossom into a beautiful woman. And as crazy as this sounds, she also wanted me to hook up with her and her husband for one more fuck. I just smiled.

Mary Sue and Bill started to work on their MBA. All of the gang was still staying in Mary Sue’s condo. Louis was finishing up his studies here in December and flying back to France. I knew Misty was going to really miss him. They were good friends who really enjoyed each other’s company. But their sex was amazing. They knew each other so well that they made sure that each of them got maximum pleasure. They slowed down how many times they fucked, but not the number of orgasms. I can’t even guess how many times I have heard Misty yelling, “I’m cumming”. Every time we had a three-way (which was most of the time), I would fuck Louis after Misty. I was always so turned on by their “show”; my first orgasm was almost always as soon as Louis’ huge dick went up me.

I was seeing Misty’s mother, Mrs. P, once a week. She had become a size queen. There wasn’t a dildo I bought that she didn’t enjoy. I suggested she should try a really big dick at least once in her life. At first, she said no. Curiosity got the best of her, and she eventually asked me how we could do this and still protect her anonymity. Louis had never met Mrs. P, and Misty really didn’t have any desire to introduce him.

I told Mrs. P I knew a foreign student who wouldn’t know her, and the bonus was, he had the biggest dick I had ever seen. This piqued her curiosity. Every week, she would ask me questions about this mystery person. When I told her he was going home to France in December, she asked me to make the arrangements.

When Louis and I were alone, I started asking Louis if he might be interested in fucking the most beautiful woman he would ever see. At first, I think he thought I was kidding, but eventually he started to believe me. I finally arranged a day when Louis was going to fuck Mrs. P. I told both of them I would be there to facilitate (truth be told, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world).

Misty had decided to go to Indiana University Maurer School of Law. She had been studying to take the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) with my help. She was amazed at how much I knew about the law, and at one point, she said I should take the test, too. I couldn’t help but laugh because I was a lawyer in a past life. Misty had a 3.8 cumulative average, so she needed to get a decent score on her LSAT to get into IU. I didn’t think this was a problem because she seemed like a quick study. She was going to take the LSAT in October so she could get her application and scores in by December. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to do if Misty didn’t get into the IU Law School.

September 20, 2003

September 20th fell on a Saturday in 2003. The rhythmic movement of the bed woke me up. Every weekend day, Misty and Louis would fuck even before getting up. I really didn’t think it was possible, but Misty had become easier and easier to orgasm. She had found that the position really didn’t much affect whether she was going to orgasm by penetration. What she did discover was that certain positions gave her stronger orgasms than others. As Misty was doing her own personal experiments, she found out “doggy style” gave her the strongest orgasm. Louis must have woken Misty up because she was on her back with her legs spread wide. Predictably, after a slow fuck Misty started to yell I’m cumming over and over again.

That morning, I was going to drive Louis to Mrs. P to give her that large dick she had started to fantasize about. I know Louis was going to fuck Misty before we left, so I had told him to make sure he took enough Viagra to get a really big erection. Louis and I had prearranged for Louis to tell Misty he was going to meet up with friends. I was going to pick him up away from the condo so Misty wouldn’t get suspicious.

As I pulled around the corner to pick up Louis, I laughed. He looked like he had a baseball bat in his pants. As we were driving to Mrs. P, he started asking me about her. I didn’t want to tell him much for fear he might say something to Misty that could cause a problem. As it turned out, this all got blown up, but more about that later.

I told Louis some of Mrs. P.'s likes and dislikes. “Just take it nice and slow as you do with Misty,” I told him. One thing I told Louis was that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, but just putting his cock up her pussy would be pain enough. He told me he was nervous about this whole thing. I said something I probably shouldn’t have: “Just imagine you’re fucking Misty.”

Mrs. P met us at her front door, wearing a black, see-through, front-open nightgown. This nightgown exposed her spectacular breasts, and what it didn’t expose you could see through the gown material. She was wearing a very small G-string. Mrs. P had asked me what she should wear for this. I told her it didn’t matter to Louis. He was going to be ready to go no matter what. She should wear whatever she felt like. I had never seen this outfit. I was pretty sure she bought the outfit for this occasion alone.

As Mrs. P walked us up the stairs to her bedroom, she raised her nightgown and fully exposed her great ass. Her G-string had rhinestones that ran down the cleavage of her ass. My bet was that she was really turned on. Boy, was I right. When we entered the bedroom, I was happy to see the TV wasn’t on. Most Saturdays, she had her husband’s show on. Mrs. P lay down on the bed and told Louis to go down on her. As Mrs. P pulled off her G-string, I noticed it was so narrow the rhinestones ran between her labia and on her clit. I didn’t see a design like this until years later.

Louis, being Louis, immediately began sucking on Mrs. P’s nipples. He used the same technique that he used with Misty. Mrs. P shocked me when she said, “Stop sucking my nipples and start licking my pussy.” I had never heard Mrs. P use that term. I had told Louis not to bring her to orgasm orally, but get her close and then fuck her just like he fucked Misty.

Louis took off his clothes. I heard a gasp when Mrs. P saw Louis’ massive erection. She touched the erection and said, “Oh my God, it’s real.” He started to lick Mrs. P’s pussy. I could tell that she was getting really turned on by both her facial expression and the movement of her hips. Louis had put three fingers up Mrs. P’s well-lubed pussy. It was obvious that Louis had hit her G-spot when she threw her head back. As Mrs. P’s breath sped up and she started to groan, he stopped, pivoting her and started to mount her exactly like he mounted Misty dozens of times.

I positioned myself so I could see Louis’ massive erection struggle to enter Mrs. P’s pussy. I could see the pain on her face as he was finally able to push through her tight muscles at the entrance to her pussy.

Louis had put Mrs. P’s legs over his shoulders just like he did with Misty. He slowly pushed his huge cock deeper and deeper, and just like with Misty, he went very slowly. Mrs. P finally started to breathe and kept saying, " It’s so big, it’s so big. She finally went silent for a couple of minutes. This was followed by deep breathing and slight hip movement. Small moans followed her deep breathing. Mrs. P was actually starting to enjoy this assault on her pussy by this monster cock. Louis never broke stride. He kept a constant stroke, going shallow and deep with each cycle.

As I looked at Mrs. P’s face, for just a moment, I thought she might cum. She broke her moaning to say, “Give me my vibrator.” I handed her the Magic Wand at low speed. She almost immediately orgasmed while yelling, “Oh god” over and over again.

I turned to Mrs. P, touched her arm, and said, “Don’t take it off.” I turned to Louis and said, “Don’t stop pumping.” Mrs. P cycled through two more orgasms; each one seemed to be stronger than the previous. Just like he did after fucking Misty, Louis rolled on his back with his mammoth cock as hard as when he started fucking Mrs. P, looked at me, and said, “You’re up.”

I was really turned on by watching Louis fuck this beautiful woman. So, of course, I was going to fuck Louis. I loved it when Misty watched me fuck Louis, and I really wanted to put on a show for Mrs. P. As I pushed Louis’ mushroom head dick into my pussy, I mitigated the pain by holding the vibrator on my clit. As is usually the case, I came almost immediately after the initial pain dissipated. I decided I needed to make this quick, so I really started speeding up the stroke. I was able to get two more quick orgasms with a bonus of Louis's cumming inside me. He rarely came in me, but for some reason, today was different.

Mrs. P and I went to her bathroom to clean up. “Andi, where the hell did you find this guy?”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“More than you can imagine. I had all those orgasms, and they were spectacular.”

“You need to find yourself a bull that can fuck you like this.”

“I’d like to have another go with this kid.” Mrs. P was going to get to know Louis very well, but not in the way you think. But more about that later.

As Louis and I were driving back to the condo, he said something that actually made me laugh out loud: “When I was fucking this woman, when I closed my eyes, I thought I was fucking Misty.”

“Louis, you are a lucky man.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You have a great relationship with Misty, most likely the prettiest woman you are ever going to be with, and now you've got to fuck a woman that is actually prettier than Misty.”

“I am lucky, but I have been surrounded by beautiful women my entire life.”

“How’s that?”

“My mother and father are involved with French fashion.” My dad is a designer at a fashion house in Paris, and my mom used to be a model before they married. I used to help with some of the fashion shows. I saw lots of beautiful women running around half-naked. My mom became a model after she won a beauty contest.”

After this revelation, I had very little to say.

I dropped Louis off several blocks from the condo. When I got back to the condo, Misty acted a little nervous. “What’s wrong, Misty?”

“Louis isn’t picking up. Normally, he picks up immediately.” I didn’t realize Misty called him at all. I started to realize Misty and Louis were a couple, not just fuck buddies. Louis showed up a few minutes later, and Misty was all over him like a kid who had just had their lost pet dog returned to them. It became increasingly obvious that Misty and Louis were a couple. Around this time, I found out that Louis started hounding Misty to marry him.

Also around this time, Misty told Louis she would like to take him home to meet her parents. How the Hell was I going to explain all of this to Mrs. P, let alone Louis?

Misty led Louis to my bedroom and locked the door. That was my bedroom with my furniture. Misty was here because she was my girlfriend, and now she was literally locking me out of my bedroom. I was sitting in a chair in the living room when I heard Louis start shouting, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over again. I thought Misty had sexually satisfied Louis. I was wrong.

Misty called to me, “Andi, can you come in here?” As I entered the room, I thought I would find them both naked, but instead, they were fully clothed with big smiles on their faces.

“Louis has asked me to marry him, and I’ve accepted.”

“Congratulations, you guys.” With that, I grabbed Misty, hugged and kissed her. I then did the same with Louis.

“This is the second fuck buddy I lost to a good friend.”

We had a group hug, and Misty and I started crying. I can’t tell you how devastating this was to me. I wondered if I would ever get over it. I had planned on spending the rest of my life with Misty, but now those plans were up in smoke.

To make things even more chaotic, Misty immediately called her mom and asked if she and a friend could come for dinner tomorrow. I realized that I had some work to do so that the dinner didn’t blow up. Misty got off her phone, smiled at Louis, and said, “My mom and dad are going to love you." Louis, being the smart guy he was, just nodded his head.

I excused myself, telling the “couple” I had to go to Kroger's for some groceries. When I got to my car, I immediately called Mrs. P, Misty’s mother.

“I just want to give you a heads up. Misty is bringing someone you know for dinner tomorrow night.”

“I assume it’s you.”

“No, it’s not me. It’s Louis.”

“Who’s Louis?”

“The guy you fucked this morning.”

“What! How is this possible?”

“I think Misty is in love with him. He has been living with us for a while. I thought you might enjoy him. Up until now, I had no idea how she felt about Louis.”

“Louis has been living with you guys.”

“We have been sharing a bed with Louis, among other things.”

“You mean Misty has been having sex with Louis?”

“Very much so.”

“I’m sore from the sex I had with Louis.”

“I think Misty is long past the soreness stage.”

“So, Andi, are you saying Misty is over you?”

“I don’t know about that, but she really cares about Louis.”

“I can’t say I’m upset that Misty has a boyfriend.”

“OK. I just wanted to call so that you wouldn’t be surprised by Louis.”

“Thanks, bye.”

And that’s the last time I talked to Mrs. P except at Misty’s wedding, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Later in the day, I was able to talk to Louis by himself.

“Louis, do you know who Misty’s mom is?”

“She told me she’s on TV once in a while.”

I thought I’d rip off the bandage quickly. “She’s the woman you fucked this morning.” Louis was so mad that for just a second, I thought he might hit me.

“What the fuck! How could you do this?”

“I never thought you two would ever meet. I called her, and she wouldn’t say a word. When you meet her, act as if you have never met her before.”

For Louis, that was it; he didn’t want to talk to me anymore. That lasted till we were all in bed that evening. I just wasn’t sure what to do, so I decided to act as if nothing had happened. Apparently, Misty and Louis had the same idea. We all took our time, and eventually we ended up in bed naked. Misty had become so orgasmic. She could have orgasms by penetration in almost any position, so that night I think she wanted to put on one last show.

Misty started by lying on her back and Louis mounting her. The two of them had developed a natural rhythm. Slowly, Louis’s mushroom dick entered Misty. I could see a glistening from Misty’s natural lubrication. Louis had learned not to lay too heavy on Misty. This allowed her to move her hips in time with Louis’s stroke. Never did the pace increase. You could have set a metronome to their pace. I could tell Misty was almost there by her breathing pattern, the breathing pattern I had known for quite some time. As she crested, she announced, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.

Misty rolled Louis off of her and knelt on the edge of the bed, raising her ass and placing herself face down. She grabbed both ass cheeks and spread her gaping cunt. Louis stood behind her and had no trouble inserting the full length of his huge cock (and by this time it was bigger than normal) in one thrust. Misty let out a small gasp and started her normal, slow movements on Louis’s cock. Louis grabbed the base of his dick and started with very long, slow strokes. He actually was bringing that beautiful plum-sized cock head out to Misty’s pussy and reinserting it on every stroke. For a minute, I thought I might cum from just watching. I had never seen them fuck like this before. Louis didn’t have to stroke Misty very long because she came pretty quickly. As usual, heavy breathing and then announcing to the world, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming."

Misty dropped her body to the bed, rolled over, and scooted to the edge. Louis grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders while inserting his cock in Misty. Once again, they fucked with a slow rhythm. I think this “show” had really turned Misty on (I know it did me). Within a couple of minutes, Misty came again. Same pattern as before. After cumming for the third time, she got up and had Louis lie on his back. I noticed a huge wet spot on my bed cover.

Misty slowly mounted Louis’ still erect cock. I wondered how many of those blue pills he had taken. Misty did all the work. Slowly, she would slide that huge cock almost all the way out of her pussy and then slowly impale herself on its full length. She kept this up till she came again. After cumming she just sat on Louis’ dick. She then started to move slowly, speeding up more and more. She kept this up until she erupted, screaming at the top of her voice, "I’m cumming, Oh god I’m cumming." Misty then sat on Louis and slowly moved her hips. I could tell she had gotten a couple of small whoop-de-do orgasms. It took her a couple of minutes of this slow grinding to recover.

Misty rolled off Louis and started giving him head. She had learned how to please Louis orally. She was sucking and rolling her tongue all over Louis’ huge cock head while using both hands to pump up and down at a furious speed. It wasn’t long before Louis shot a huge load of cum in Misty’s mouth. She turned to me and swallowed this load all the while smiling, and finished by licking her lips. She then said, “He’s all yours.”

Louis must have taken more than one of the blue pills, because he was still rock hard. I decided to put on a show for Misty. As I mounted Louis, I could tell he was angry. He really wasn’t interested in pleasuring me; he just wanted to fuck. As I started to come down on his cock he raised his hips to push himself farther up me. As I increased my speed, he pushed farther and farther up me. At one point, he was actually hurting a spot he kept hitting. I slightly leaned forward so as not to allow him to go up me as far. I grabbed my swollen clit and started to beat off like a horny college boy. The position I took helped rub against my G-spot harder than normal, so I came quickly and often. I’m not sure how many times I came, but what Louis didn’t realize was that the rough sex was exactly what I needed. I was angry at what I had done and felt I deserved to be punished. The rough sex and Louis’ big dick were a bonus. Misty finally grabbed me and said, “Enough, Andi.”

I realized from the hardness of Louis’ cock that he still had another orgasm in him, so I said to Misty, “Are you going to finish him off, or should I?” Misty knew I didn’t like giving head and said, “Have at it.” I guess it was the moment, but I started to suck on Louis’ huge plum-shaped cock head. I started to tongue the opening and gripped his massive cock with both hands, and started to pump and twist my hands as I was stroking him. Thank God he came because my arms were killing me. With the force of a strong water faucet, Louis shot a huge load of cum in my mouth. After he finished, I turned toward Misty, opened my mouth to show her the load. I then swallowed the entire amount. I smiled, walked over to Misty, and gave her a very wet, slimy French kiss. Surprisingly, Misty kissed me back and then said, “I still love you.”

Later that night, we talked about what happened. Misty and Louis were mad at me, but seemed not that mad. In fact, Misty admitted that she had the best fucking ever. She admitted all the different positions she took were out of anger for me. She didn’t realize that her anger led her to lose some of her inhibitions. I never realized she had any. Eventually, we went back to our original arrangement, except that Misty always fucking in the same four positions. Misty referred to it as her “around the world”.

Lots of changes were coming. Misty had to plan a wedding. Louis was eventually going back to France with Misty in tow. I was going to have to move to go to graduate school. And I was going to have to find a well-hung “fuck buddy.” But more about that later.

I was an early Google user. When I had some time, I Googled Louis’s last name and fashion. What I found truly shocked me. Louis’ father didn’t just work for a Parisian fashion house; he was the creative director of the most famous one. Oh, and his mother; she was a supermodel based in Paris. She became a model after she won the national beauty contest, the same contest that Misty’s mother won a few years later. I was sure both women knew each other. Small world. But more about that later.

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