Swapper Stories: Revenge

The first thing Kyle realized was that he wasn’t angry. Considering the circumstance, it was surprising. The second thing that grabbed his attention and held it was the cold feeling in his stomach. Sitting across from him on the littered and cramped patio between their suite apartments, Marco leaned forward on his knees, a half empty beer in one hand and a half ash cigarette in the other. Kyle had been concerned with his friend’s well being. It was rare that one of them pulled an all nighter for a healthy reason. But, as Marco recounted the events that occurred after Kyle left the bar the previous night, Kyle started to realize that his friend had crawled onto the cross for him rather than to exorcise one of his own sorrows. The silence between them as Kyle digested the story was not uncomfortable, but it was loaded, as both waited to see the result of processing the news.

“So you left. That was about half past midnight. I fuckin watched the whole thing. Courtney gave you a kiss on the cheek and you staggered off tellin her to be careful. She was gonna go out with those other girls, but they left right after you. Then she starts chatting up David. I kept an eye on them. Even had the boys go over and interrupt them for a bit. No one judges a little looking. Hell, my last girl and I had a deal that a little tasting was fine, too. But shit, you can be drunk and get locked in that loop with someone. You know the one where that little voice in your head tells you it’s a sure thing. Tells you to ignore your better judgment. Break the loop, and you should come to your senses. Three times we split them up. They kept drifting back together like magnets. So, she heads out with him. This was about two thirty. Me and Petey decide to go for a walk. Just happens we walk over by David’s place.” It was here that Marco paused and took half the cigarette in one long drag which he washed down with the can of beer. Kyle, in a moment of emotional connection with his friend that he did not particularly understand, put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Petey saw them first. I saw ‘em after he pointed. Petey bugged out, but I knew you’d want me to be sure. Crept up into the bushes like some kind of skeevy fuck. There she was, bent over the couch…”

That had been Marco’s story. It sat between them like a dead bird that inexplicably fell from the sky to flop on the ground. Obviously birds must die sometime, but you never expect them to drop right at your feet. Kyle found himself picturing his girlfriend’s face, sweet and full of honey-like innocence, or so he’d thought. He and Courtney had met over a year ago and been dating through much of the time between, somewhat seriously at times. They fought and railed with some regularity, but Kyle had been sure that he loved her. This thread of thought rankled him. His words tumbled from parched lips. “How come I don’t feel anything? All that shit we said to each other. Told her I’d walk over a desert to see her. Told her I loved her. Fuck, we’d lie there naming different body parts that we loved. I ranked her toes on how much I loved them. That was…something, right?”

Marco jerked into motion like a clockwork marionette suddenly wound again. He knocked the ash from his cigarette before putting it back to his lips. “Asking the wrong man about that. I ain’t never loved anyone like you said you loved Courtney. Cloying and grating half the time, but you’re alright so I ignored it.”

“Thanks, that’s an appreciated sentiment at this point. Very helpful.”

“I mean, come on man, that’s the shit they say in romance movies. Counting her fucking toes. That’s not real. That’s the shit people say to each other to make themselves feel better about their choices. If you keep telling yourself that you feel something, then you’re bound to feel it eventually right? That’s why I like booze.” He paused to drain the rest of the beer. “Course that’s piss water. Strong whiskey though, that’s like love, probably. It’s about the dip or the lurch or the buzz or the hot light going off and the cool light going on. Find the person who does that to you, and you’ve found love. I never once saw that with you and Courtney. It was all words and cutesy bullshit while your feet stayed right where they were. You dug in even. Fuck, you walked out on your half drunk, half naked girlfriend to call it an early night.”

Kyle felt the twinge of resentment. “Because I trusted her.”

Marco stood up. “You trusted wrong. What are you going to do now? Call her? Make a row of it? Go out with a bang and tears and shouting?” He staggered to the cooler near his suite door and retrieved a fresh beer.

Kyle’s stomach soured at the sudden smell of stale whiskey and beer. He’d not exactly gone easy with the drinks the previous night. He shut his eyes and rubbed his temples as he thought through a phone call with Courtney. Marco was irritatingly correct. Calling her would shift to their old habit of raging with one another. She would act wounded and victimized and inevitably he would enable her. He asked himself if he wanted to stay with her and the answer came immediately, no. “Ok, the way I see it, I have to break up with her, but I don’t want to do any of the emotional bullshit. I can’t believe I’m asking this, but how do I break up with Courtney.”

Marco cupped his hand around the lighter as he lit another. “Do you want it to hurt?”

The icy sensation in his gut spread out through his veins. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Then it’s easy. You’re going to call her. Tell her that you know what she did and that you’re through. After that, answer her questions, but don’t ask any of your own. A few minutes of that and she’ll get frustrated. Tell her goodbye and delete her number.”

Kyle laughed. “That’ll work?”

“Fuck if I know. Sort it out. Gonna go sleep it off for a few hours. After that, I’ve got a plan for the rebound.”

The breakup went as pleasantly as it could have.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” Courtney’s voice came across the phone as sweet as it ever had been. Not a single note in her greeting sounded different than the hundreds of other times she’d answered the phone, leading Kyle to logical conclusion that this was not the first time she’d lied to him. Naturally, this led him to seek confirmation of the story.

“Hey, sorry about bailing on you last night. You get home alright?”

“Oh sure. We left not that long after you did. I got pretty tired.”

“You and the girls?”

“Yeah, we came back to my apartment. Jessica got sick, like she always does, but Rebecca and I talked for a while.”

Kyle felt the chill in his veins. His mind quieted, and his words came out slowly. “Did you talk to David last night?”

“…um, yeah. Yeah, I think he was at the bar before you left.”

“Are you lying to me?” Kyle felt the void between himself and Courtney for the first time. He realized their intimacy was an illusion, like Marco had said. It was all a contrived play that meant nothing. He was as complacent as her, of course. He’d never talked about his real desires or dreams or fantasies. For that, he relied on the black out drunk conversations on his patio with his actual friends, which he always pretended Courtney to be among, but thinking back over those nights he realized she was never present for a single conversation. “Court?”

“…of course not. What would I be lying to you about? Hey, I was going to come over in a bit. Thought we could lie around together all day with hangovers watching cartoons.”

“No. I don’t want to see you again. Not for a while. You are lying. I can hear it in your voice, but more importantly I know Marco wouldn’t lie to me.”

She cut him off, “Oh for fuck’s sake, what’s that drunk been filling your head with now? He’s always hated me because he’s jealous of your happiness. Tell that limp dicked piece of shit to fuck off.” The bitterness poured out of her. Kyle was glad he was on the phone and not in the room with her to be infected by her bile. What’s more, she was reacting like an animal cornered, lashing out at the first opportunity to harm someone. Kyle understood through his zen like hangover state that Marco wasn’t her target. She wanted to wound him instead.

“He saw you with David.”

“Saw me? What does that mean?”

“He saw you bent over a couch while David fucked you,” Kyle said, finding delight in revealing the infected barb at last.

“Kyle, I can explain.”

No questions. “There’s no need for that. You got drunk. You fucked David. And now we’re breaking up.”

“What? Kyle, no don’t say that. I’m so sorry, you don’t understand. I was really, really fucked up. David was there and half the time I thought I was talking to you. I went back to his place to sleep it off and then—”

“I don’t need to hear any of that. I’m not angry, at least I’m not yet. I don’t think we were meant for each other at all, Courtney. When Marco told me, I didn’t feel like I lost anything important.”

“Not important? Not important?! How dare you say that? We’ve been together for a year, Kyle. I love you!”

He sighed, finally feeling tired as the adrenaline passed. “I don’t think that’s true. Look, I don’t regret us. I don’t think I do anyway. But you fucked David. That’s kind of it no matter what—”

“Really? Fine, then fuck you. I’ve been sleeping with him for months. You were too fucking stupid to even notice. I’d come and crawl into your bed with his cum still on my lips, you piece of shit.”

Kyle realized what was lurking in his gut, the cold sensation that periodically pulsed through his veins. He’d felt anger plenty of times in his life. It was hot and came in bursts. He didn’t recognize the feeling’s cousin. Malice was cold and seeping. It spread out through his entrails and into his limbs, webbing its way through to his fingertips and toes. It crawled up his gullet and lingered at the back of his tongue ready to lash out. All the vindictive things he repressed to keep her happy over the past months readied at the back of his mind. Yet he bit it back. “This got nasty pretty quickly. You done?”

A long silence came in response followed by, “Kyle, I didn’t mean it…can we talk about it? We can still break up, but we should talk. Face to face.”

“No. I keep thinking it was all a dream. All the time we spent together was a trick of my mind cause none of it was real. It was kind of fun though. Goodbye, Courtney.”

He ended the call and let the phone rest on his knee. After a few seconds, the image he had saved for her number appeared on the screen. He wrinkled his nose after he silenced the call. After a moment of consideration, he scrolled through the menus and blocked her number followed by deleting her contact. The tangles of their lives were superficial, in retrospect likely a sign that they never really intended to rely on one another at all. He left his phone in the plastic cup holder built into the chair and staggered back into his suite. He flopped onto the couch, expecting to be plagued with thoughts of doubt and regret, but exhaustion prevailed and within minutes, he drifted off to a fitful sleep.

The day moved by slowly. When Kyle woke after lunch, his hangover had set in properly. He scrounged through his bare kitchen for some food before returning to the couch to continue wallowing. He turned on the tv and let it play through a show he’d seen a dozen times before while he blankly stared at the screen. His body ached, and he would try to sleep only to find himself wide awake. An hour after that, he would be restless while utterly zombified mentally. In his second foray into the kitchen, he microwaved a greasy burrito which, with about a liter of water, sat heavily in his stomach and allowed him to fall asleep once again.

He grumbled awake to the sound of his patio door opening. The sun had already set, and the television displayed an “are you still there?” message. The shadowy figure moving into his house didn’t alarm him in the least. He scrambled up to a sitting position while Marco turned on a lamp. His friend did not appear to have had a much more productive day. Marco looked bleary eyed and somewhat shaky as he wandered about the small apartment. He went into the kitchen. Kyle rubbed his temples as he listened to the faucet fill glasses. Marco returned and handed a fresh glass of water over and then put a pill in Kyle’s hand. “What’s this?” Kyle asked, looking at the square pill stamped with the letter “s” on both sides.

Marco bounced another of the pills in his own hand as he sat down in an easy chair near the door. “That’s a Swapper.”

Kyle’s gaze returned to the innocent looking tablet in his hand. “Are you fucking serious? This is your rebound plan?”

“You’ve never done it before?”

“No, of course not.”

“Whaddya mean, ‘of course not’?” Marco taunted with a half smile. “You think these are even half taboo any more? Seventy five percent of adults ages eighteen to twenty-five had tried Swappers at least once.”

Kyle carefully put the pill down on his coffee table, as though it were a grenade with its pin halfway out. He gulped down half the glass of water and felt the usual shame and regret that came during this particular phase of his hangover. “What kind is it?”

“Vanilla. Just a good ol’ fashioned swap. Fast acting though, only takes about thirty minutes.” Marco sipped his water, though he seemed to resent it for its lack of alcohol. “What I figure is that we take the pills, borrow some of the clothes Jill has left at my place, and head out for a night as a couple of gals.”

“And that doesn’t sound insane to you?”

“Nah, man. This is the world now. You should see the new line of pills they’ve got coming out. Crazy shit that turns you from a man into a curvy chick with full blown pregnancy tits ready to milk. Or the ones that make you both. Grow tits and a pussy where your balls should be, but keep your cock. And the fucked up thing is that it’s actually good for you. Doctors recommend taking one a month cause it helps regenerate tissue and shit. Fucking science man.”

“How much did they cost?”

Marco shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. You got cheated on. Let me foot the bill for these. You’ll get the next ones.”

“You think I’m gonna do this twice? I don’t want to do it once.”

“Pretty sure that’s what everyone says the first time. So, you in or you out?” Marco put the pill on his tongue and washed it down with a glass of water.

Kyle felt a sudden urge to lunge at him to stop him. Marco could be crazy half the time, but this was a whole new level. Then again, he’d apparently done it before. Though if Marco was an after picture in the before and after scenario then it wasn’t a ringing endorsement for the supposed wonder drug. Unless Marco had not always been Marco. “Uh, so when did you take the this before?”

“Freshman year. Fraternity mixer thing. Went with a couple of girls who said it was the only way I could get in to the party. They dolled me up after I swapped, and we all got wasted on Theta beer. Went back to their house with them and got to experience scissoring first hand. Not as stimulating as you’d think. Next morning, I woke up with my dick back. The two girls who fell asleep with me were pleased to see it.”

“Bullshit, you’ve never told me that before.”

“Never had a reason to,” Marco said. “We’ve known each other for years now, but when’s the right time to bring up the genderswap orgy you had as a freshman? Other than right after you take another swapper.”

The next thought came unbidden and out of habit, what would Courtney think. Followed immediately by, fuck that bitch. She’d never been very open sexually with Kyle, though apparently she was satisfying that need elsewhere. Kyle guessed that her affair with David was just as plain and uninteresting as their own. The thrill was in the affair, not the sex itself. Kyle didn’t have much to compare her to, but from Marco’s stories about himself and Jill, the girl who showed up to fuck him from time to time, Courtney was not the best of lovers. “I take this and then what happens?”

“Finding that out is part of the fun. Tick-tock. Make your decision or I’m gonna have to find someone else to go out with me tonight.”

Kyle grabbed the pill, tossed it in his mouth, and swallowed it down with another gulp of water. “To hell with it. Now what?”

Marco set his glass on the coffee table and stood up. “Wait ten minutes, then go take a shower and enjoy the ride. Make the water hot, helps with the blood flow. I’m gonna do the same thing. I’ll bring over some clothes for you. What do you want to be called? I’ll go by Marki, keeps it simple.”

“Kylie, then?”

“That’ll do, Kylie. One warning. When it starts, you’re going to get crazy horny for like five minutes. So, good luck with that.” Marco stepped back into the patio between their suites and closed the door behind him.

Anxiety crept over Kyle immediately. Why the fuck would I take that? Shit, this is exactly like the time he tricked me into taking MDMA. He got to his feet and started to nervously straighten up the apartment as though he were expecting company. All the while, he kept an eye on the clock. When ten minutes had passed, he went to the bathroom and stripped down while the water heated up. He looked at himself in the mirror, expecting to see something different, but he saw himself as he always looked. Lean and tall, but with the pallid skin color of low hydration and bad sleep. He flexed, something he never did, and was pleased to see at least some definition in his arms. His evaluation moved to his lower half as he looked at his limp cock. He gave his balls a strangely affectionate squeeze as the steam clouded the mirror. With a heavy sigh, he stepped into the shower and felt the relief of warm water coursing over his body.

Kyle stood in the stream for a while waiting before he realized he did need to actually clean himself. He lathered up a loofah and started his usual routine, paying particular attention to his crotch and ass. He was rinsing soap off of himself when the wave hit him. Marco’s warning hadn’t been significant enough. His cock stiffened immediately, and he had to grab the shower curtain to stabilize himself as the haze of lust rushed over him. Grabbing his cock, he tried to masturbate only to find himself already ejaculating. The pleasure of it was minor, but grew once he concentrated on it. He thought it might have been enjoyable if he had not been so conscious of his cock shrinking in his hand.

Muscles tightened and shifted. Kyle felt his bones moving. It didn’t hurt, but it was definitely not something a living creature was supposed to feel. His insides twisted and jumped, but overall he felt a pulling sensation in his lower half and a pushing in his top. Regaining his senses, like coming out of a prolonged sneeze, he moved his hands up to feel the weight on his chest. Soft, sensitive flesh bulged out from where saggy man chest had once been. The wisps of hair had vanished into smooth, tan skin that formed a valley between the two growing orbs. A manic laugh escaped his lips as he squeezed his new breasts and felt a flutter of pleasure in his core. Fascinated by having free reign over his new body, he pinched his nipples, found that undesirable, and then tried lightly stroking them. He closed his eyes and felt the water rushing over his new tits as he repeated the motion again and again until finally a soft moan escaped his lips. Instinctively, his hand moved down to his crotch, but found nothing to grab hold on. Instead, his hand moved over a soft mons before his fingers slid against smooth lips. The water rushed down between his newly effeminate thighs, but he found a different wetness leaking from between his new pussy lips. His fingers pushed and slipped inside easily. His walls clenched around the intruding digits, and Kylie wriggled with pleasure.

After a few more minutes of exploration, she stepped out of the shower and dried off. Her hair had grown out a bit, but remained about the length of a pixie cut. Kylie cupped her tits in the mirror, pleased with their size and shape. When not holding them, they still remained pert and full. Her stomach was flat and smooth, in better shape than her male body. She turned to her profile and saw that her ass jutted out considerably more than she expected. She wondered if Marco, Marki at this point, paid extra for the thick ass. It was a strange thing to be aroused by the image of her own body, but the latent male in her mind would have been first in line to fuck her. Still, she started to sense different desires as she thought of herself as Kyle. For the first time, she imagined her own cock as a sexual object rather than one of personal pleasure or anatomy. The duality would have unnerved her if not for the low buzz of constant arousal.

She put on a pair of boxers and stepped out into the living room, playing with her tits in the meantime. She jumped as a dark skinned young woman entered through the patio door carrying a dress. “Don’t freak out. And quit playing with your tits. Damn, you got the ass one.” Marki pulled up her t-shirt to show off a pair of the biggest tits Kylie had ever seen. Marki’s ass wasn’t unimpressive either, but it lacked the bounce that Kyle’s pill had delivered. Kylie thought it somewhat strange to so willingly show off his body and to look at the body of another person, but Marki had no hesitations. She walked up and put her hand on Kylie’s breasts. “Shame we can’t just fuck ourselves, right? C’mon, I have some makeup, and Jill taught me how to use some basic stuff. Can’t just walk up and offer to fuck someone, gotta look the part.”

“That for me?” Kylie asked gesturing to the green dress draped across Marki’s arm. “Good, I like green.”

They looked good. At least, Kylie thought so. By the looks they got as they walked into the bar, she wasn’t the only one. The green dress fit her perfectly across the chest and through the hips, but her ass stuck out stubbornly. Not that anyone complained. Kyle never got much attention from anyone in a bar, let alone women checking him out. As Kylie, the feeling was surreal. Men looked at her with hungry eyes, no matter how discretely they chose to express their inner desires. At first, she loved all the attention, but by the third drink she felt as though she were a pig wandering around a slaughterhouse. She’d never exactly appreciated what it was like to know everyone in the room wanted to fuck you. It, surprisingly, had drawbacks.

Marki had come to terms with her sexuality much more quickly. She picked out a pair of guys for them and waved her gratuitous cleavage around to ensure that the free drinks kept coming. Kylie found the man she’d been relegated to perfectly charming and even went so far as to guide his hand to her inner thigh. It was liberating and exciting and certainly drove all thoughts of Courtney out her mind. More than that, she felt amazing. The alcohol doubled the pleasure, and Kylie was ready to feel her first cock slide inside her by the fourth drink. It was then that David walked in the door.

The man that had been having an affair with Courtney entered alone and went to the bar. Kyle knew him by association, but not directly. A slow burning anger stirred within Kylie as she watched him text and sip his whiskey. The man she’d been flirting with all night grew frustrated and wandered off leading to Marki grabbing Kylie by the wrist and pulling her into the bathroom. “What’s with you?”

“David is here,” Kylie answered, feeling a little exposed in the women’s bathroom. A gaggle of other girls were at the opposite end, and they paused their conversation to give the newcomers a catty glance. “Sitting at the bar. I should go kick his ass.”

Marki rolled her eyes. “You can’t. I mean, you shouldn’t even if you could. You’re Kylie right now. He’d be confused as fuck and it would be difficult to get your point across. Let’s finish our drinks and get these two guys to go with us somewhere else.”

Kylie looked at the two of them in the mirror and a fiendish smile crossed her face. She puckered her lips and kissed the air. “I have a better idea. David’s kind of cute, actually.”

“You wouldn’t. That’s too fucking messed up.”

“If she can fuck him, then I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

Marki crossed her arms as the wheels turned in her mind. “I don’t think this is a good idea. But I can’t stop you, and I’m drunk enough to kind of want to see the chaos. But he might be, and I get the irony here, unwilling to sleep with anyone other than Courtney.”

“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Sleep with another man’s girlfriend, you’ll sleep with anyone.”

“Well, if you don’t get him by yourself, wave me over and we’ll offer to let him fuck both of us.”

“You’re a weird and good friend, Marki.”

“Hi.”

David looked up from his phone, inadvertently turning the screen towards Kylie, enough to see the name “Courtney” at the top of the message. “Hi,” he answered.

Kylie could certainly see the appeal. David wasn’t gorgeous by any measure, but he had a charm about him. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“Um, no,” David answered and took a long sip from his drink.

Kylie climbed on the stool next to him, making sure to stick out her ass in the process. She leaned close to him under the pretense of being heard over the loud bar. “I was talking to a guy a minute ago, but he went off to go see some girl. He has no idea what he’s missing.”

“Is that so?” David asked.

Kylie could sense the suspicion. As Kyle, if a girl came up to him and openly flirted, he would have suspected a trap. “I just got out of a long term relationship. So I’m looking for a little…release. I don’t mean to be too forward, but I’m a modern gal, so to speak.”

David smiled and leaned closer. “I can understand that. What kind of release did you have in mind?”

Moving her lips to his ear, she whispered, “I think we could start by going in the bathroom and you fucking me from behind.” David coughed and went for another drink of his whiskey. “Tell you what. If you’re interested, I’m going there now and making sure no one else is around. Join me if you feel ‘up’ to it.” She punctuated her words by sliding her hand up his crotch and squeezing his cock. Kylie knew she had him, but let her ass rub up his thigh as she crawled off the barstool and headed for the bathroom. He watched her go, looking as though he were smuggling cocaine through airport security as he scanned the room looking for some kind of trick. Kylie understood his inner turmoil, but grew contemptuous that it was not over whether or not to cheat on Courtney, but for his own safety.

She entered the bathroom and was pleased to find it empty. She checked the small clutch Marki had provided to make sure her phone was at the ready. When the door opened and David cautiously stepped inside, she bent over and pulled down her panties, letting the fall to her ankles before stepping out of them and picking them up. “Come on in.” David bent his neck slightly to look through the stalls before he latched the door. “Right here. I want to watch you grab hold of my ass and fuck me like the little slut that I am.” Kylie bent forward onto the counter and pulled her dress up so that her glorious rump came into view. David no longer felt any hesitations and moved over to her, groping her ass before pulling her into a half hearted kiss. Tricking him into fucking her was one thing, but kissing seemed unnecessary. She pushed him away after a moment, though did not discourage him from mauling her tits. “Don’t have a lot of time before someone comes to the door.” She returned to her position in front of the mirror and bounced her hips to jiggle her ass. “Fuck me, please,” she whimpered in a mimicked sexy voice.

David fumbled with his pants for a moment before they fell down to his knees. Kylie watched over her shoulder as he pulled his cock out. She immediately forgave Courtney somewhat. David’s cock was twice the size of Kyle’s own, when he had one. David's hand moved slowly onto the ass in front of him. His mind was in a blur from the opportunity to fuck a girl he’d met minutes ago in a bar bathroom. The one drink had hit him quickly with the rush of adrenaline. Fucking a girl from behind was a rare treat as Courtney rarely let him. The bonus was Kylie’s plush ass that made his other regular lay’s ass look like two pieces of plywood nailed to her back. He let out another involuntary grunt as his hand pressed into her soft flesh. He curved his body against Kylie’s rump and pushed his cock against her virgin pussy lips.

Holy shit. You’re really about to do this. You’re about to let the guy who’s been fucking Courtney put his monster cock inside of you. And you fucking like it. You really are a dirty little slut. David’s nudged forward, sliding along her wet slit before he found the proper position. After a few tantalizing seconds, his cock pushed into her, and they both groaned. Kylie felt her walls stretch to accommodate him and she wondered if every man felt this big. Did Kyle ever feel this big inside a woman? She doubted it, but wondered if she would ever want to go back to being a man after feeling a thick cock like this inside her tight pussy. David’s hands moved up to massage her tits and before Kylie realized it, the man who ruined Kyle’s relationship had Kylie on the brink of her first full female orgasm. Eager for more, she started to hump back into him, matching his thrusts and reveling in the feeling of his balls slapping forward against her pussy lips. The ball of tension in her core grew stronger. She could feel David’s thrusts growing erratic. Don’t let him cum inside you, dumb bitch. “Cum on my ass, but not yet, I’m so clo—ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!”

It broke over her before she knew what was happening. Thrums of pleasure spiraled out from her center until she was a shivering mess of cooing sensuality. David’s rhythm continued as she remained impaled on his monster cock. At the last second, he remembered her instruction, and she instantly regretted it. More than anything in the world, she’d wanted him to cum inside her, to fill her up with his hot cum. A void opened up inside her as he pulled out and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks, thrusting in that deep crevice until his cum sprayed out onto her butt. He grunted and moaned as he finished on her ass while she bounced her wide bottom for him. God that’s so much cum. God his cock looks so yummy. David pushed against her ass, rubbing his cock in his own cum as Kylie remembered her mission. She slipped her phone out of the clutch and quickly snapped a picture of the two of them, making sure to include the money shot on her ass.

“Did you just take a picture?” David asked, half delirious with pleasure.

“To remember that cock by,” Kylie answered tucking the phone away. “How about we go back to your place and make a few more memories?” She gave his softening cock another squeeze and felt it twitch in response. “Let me get cleaned up and I’ll meet you out there.”

“Uh…ok,” David said, a dumb grin on his face. He truly didn’t believe his luck, but had no intention of questioning it.

Kylie let him leave before heading into a stall. She cleaned the cum off her ass and put her underwear back on. Then she paused to push her fingers into her pussy again, stroking herself for a moment as small waves of pleasure rocked through her body. When that passed, she pulled out her phone. Courtney’s number was gone, but it was one of the few that Kyle actually knew by heart. She put it in, attached the image, and hit send. She ducked out of the bathroom, catching sight of David looking at his phone with worry on his face. Marki was still chatting with the two guys from earlier when Kylie returned. “Hi, so we gonna get out of her or what?”

Marki smiled but leaned in to whisper, “How’d it go?”

“Texted her this,” she answered and showed Marki the photo.

“You bitch,” Marki laughed. “How was the sex?”

“Not enough of it. Let’s fuck these two?”

Marki turned back to the table. “We’ve made a bet. Which one of you can fuck the two of us the most times? Interested?”