The substitute
written by:
JL

Saturday afternoon. Vanessa was groaning with lust as she rode my cock. Her skin shimmered with sweat, and I could feel her thighs get tighter around my hips. She was about to cum, and I was about to explode inside her.

Her boobs bounced as she smiled down at me. Then she closed her eyes and threw her head back with a loud moan.

Vanessa had long black hair that she always tied in a ponytail before climbing on top of me—her favorite position--and I loved watching her big, luscious tits bouncing as we fucked. I loved touching them, kissing them, but mostly I loved plunging my cock into her hot pussy over and over until I was ready to--

"Cum!" Vanessa looked down at me again with a wide, wicked grin. "Cum—do it. Now. Now!"

I leaned back and pushed my hips up, grabbing her waist. With a groan of pleasure--"Yeah!"--I let my cock shoot its load. Vanessa's body writhed as she came, gasping, rocking back and forth on my cock as our juices mixed inside her warm pussy.

Her bed had satin sheets and plush pillows. I slid around on them, running my hands up and down her legs. Vanessa leaned down, pressing her boobs against my chest as she kissed me hard on the lips. I grabbed her ass, pulling her down onto my dick, and kissed her back as my cock gradually softened and stopped spurting. Vanessa panted, and licked my ear, and then rolled over and off me with a sigh.

"Oh, yeah," she murmured. "I'm going to miss that."

"Me too." Wait a minute . . . I sat up. "What do you mean?"

She groaned. Not with lust, either. "Shit." She rubbed her face. "I guess this is as good a time as any. David, I'm being transferred. I'm going to Dallas on Monday."

"What the fuck?"

"It's a big project, and a big opportunity, and I only found out about it this week. And I can't turn it down." She laid back, arms over her head. Even angry as I was, I couldn't help staring at her nipples as she breathed in and out. "I'm sorry."

"Damn it." I bit my lip. But I couldn't really blame her. The sex was good, but neither one of us really wanted to get married. Vanessa was in her thirties and on her way up. I was working on my third book and didn't have time for anything too complicated. That's why our relationship was perfect. We liked each other, we liked fucking ourselves to exhaustion once or twice a week, and then we went back to our separate lives.

"Okay, fine." I reached over and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. "Congratulations. Do a good job. I mean it. I'll miss you, but you have to do this, so--"

"Oh, shut up, you moron." She pushed my hand away. "You only care about getting laid."

"No! I mean—I like it, but . . ." She was kind of right. But I didn't want to admit it. "Is there anything--"

"Don't worry. I've got it all worked out." She patted my leg. "I've got a substitute all lined up."

"You mean, to go to Dallas for you? But you just said—"

"No, you idiot. I mean for right here." She reached for her cell phone next to the bed and tapped a number. "Are you there? Okay, let's do it now."

"What's going on?" I asked.

The bedroom door opened. I reached for a sheet to cover myself, but Vanessa just sat there, stark naked and unworried, as her roommate Candace walked in.

I blinked, unsure of what to do. Candace was in her twenties, with short blonde hair and voluptuous tits. She was wearing a white T-shirt and tight orange shorts that accentuated her muscular legs.

As hot as Vanessa's body was, I'd never been able to stop myself from staring at Candace whenever I was visiting. I'd seen her in bikinis a few times, and in her bra and panties twice, and almost walked in on her in the shower. She was cute, she had a centerfold body, and she wasn't stuck up about being hot. We got along fine.

"You left your panties in the couch again." She walked to the bed. "Hi, David!"

"Yeah, hi, Candace." I looked from her to Vanessa. "Is this . . . what is this?"

Vanessa ignored me. "Candace, it just kind of slipped out when we were, you know, doing it. So I thought we might as well get it over with." Vanessa crossed her legs. "Okay, David, since I'm leaving and I don't know when I'm coming back, I talked to Candace and she's agreed to take my place. That way there's a chance you'll still be here when I come back. Even if I'm not sure . . . you know."

I looked at her. "That you're ever coming back."

She shrugged. "That's the way it is. Besides, you guys will be perfect for each other. Hey Candace, did I ever tell you about the time he . . ."

"Wait." I looked at Candace. "What are we talking about?"

Was I imagining things, or was she gazing at Vanessa's tits? She jerked her eyes toward me, and after a moment she smiled. "My boyfriend broke up with me last week, and I'm horny. But before I really agree to this, I need to see his cock."

"Sounds fair." Before I could say anything, Vanessa yanked the sheet away, exposing my penis to her roommate.

"Huh." Candace stared at my prick, still swollen but limp, both from cumming and from embarrassment. "Don't take this the wrong way, David, but--"

"Well, he just came, Candace. And you're scaring him. Here . . ."

Vanessa reached over and took my cock in her hand. She started stroking up, smiling at me, and it responded by getting stiff and standing up slowly.

"Nice." Candace glanced at Vanessa. "Maybe this will help."

Candace pulled her T-shirt off, revealing a sports bra that looked ready to burst. She wiggled her chest at us, and then she slithered out of it. I tried not to stare at the sight of her tits, her big nipples swaying gently as she shook them back and forth at us. My cock was suddenly hard and ready.

"That's more like it." Vanessa held my cock up. "What do you think? Good enough?"

Candace stared at my cock. She glanced at Vanessa and licked her lips. Once again I wasn't sure which one of us was turning her on more.

Then she jumped onto the bed, her tits shaking. "Let's try the crucial taste test. If that's okay with you, David?"

"Uh, sure." This was surreal. But I wasn't going to argue.

Candace leaned on her elbows between my legs and lowered her face to my crotch. I felt her tongue on my shaft, and I shivered as she licked it. Then she took my cock between her lips, and I let out a long, low moan of pleasure.

"Mm-hmm," Candace gave Vanessa a thumbs up.

"Play with his balls," Vanessa told her. "He likes that." She winked at me.

I rubbed her shoulder, breathing hard as Candace's fingers skirted across my balls. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, making my cock even harder again, then came up for air and smacked her lips.

"Nice," she said. She patted my knee.

"Is she better than me?" Vanessa asked.

I hesitated. "Is there any safe way to answer that question?"

"You're right. But from the way your dick is shaking, I guess she'll do okay." Vanessa jumped off the bed. "All right, I've got to pack. Get out of here."

I still didn't like the idea of Vanessa leaving. But when Candace pulled her shorts off, revealing a neatly shaved slit, I felt a lot better. She spun around, showing her naked body off. Showing off for both of us?

"Come on, stud-boy." Candace pulled on my arm. "Let's give this thing a test drive."

I kissed Vanessa. Then I got to check out Candace's bouncing ass as she dragged me through the living room and into her bedroom.

She had red cotton sheets on her bed, underwear on the floor, and a big poster of Johnny Depp on the wall. She jumped onto the bed, and I followed her, pulling her body close to mine for a long, wet French kiss that had her squirming.

Then I moved down to kiss and lick her tits. I squeezed one while sucking on the other, then switched, then buried my face between them while caressing both and pulling at her nipples.

She stroked my head, moaning softly. "Why do guys like boobs so much?" she murmured.

I figured it was a rhetorical question, so I didn't bother to answer it. Then I thought it might be a hint. I shifted on the bed and slid one hand between her legs. Her pussy was already moist. She tightened her legs around my hand as I inserted a finger inside her.

Then I started nibbling at her tits again. She giggled as my tongue swirled around her nipple, then quivered as I found her clit. "Davey, Davey—is that all right? Can I call you Davey? Vanessa always calls you David. I want something different—oh! Yeah! Right there!"

"Can I call you Candy?" I kissed her stomach.

"Yeah, anything, just keep doing that! Oh! Right there! Oh! Wait!" She looked up. Her eyes zeroed in on my throbbing cock. "Are you ready?"

I answered by pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She giggled again, then rolled over to crouch on the bed, legs spread, waiting for me in the doggy position.

I stood behind her, my hands roaming over her ass, and then leaned forward. My dick pressed against the entrance to her slit. "Yeah, I'm ready, Candy."

"Fuck me, Davey," she whispered. "Fuck me like you fuck Vanessa."

"Who's Vanessa?" I began thrusting my cock into her.

"You bastard!" Her butt quivered as she laughed. "I'm telling her you said that. Oh! That's so good. Harder! Oh! Yeah, I'm going to like being her substitute."

I put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "You guys talk about me a lot?"

"No. Just—yeah! I have to ask sometimes. Like when you make her yell, or—yeahhh . . ."

I picked up my speed. My cock felt like a steel rod, hot and heavy. "You guys . . . ohhh . . . ever do stuff . . . together?"

"You mean like lesbian stuff? Ahh . . . Just one time. We were both drunk. And then one time we had a threesome with this guy I brought home. That was before you. You, you, you . . . do that, do it, yeah!"

We stopped talking, and for a few moments the only sounds in the bedroom were our gasps, grunts, and moans, and the slap of my body against Candy's firm ass. I bent down to squeeze her tits for a moment. Then I leaned back, holding her butt with both hands. Then I reached around her waist with one hand to press a finger against her clit.

Candy clutched her sheets, pounded on the mattress, rocked up and down on her legs, and tossed a pillow on the floor as she squirmed and pushed back to meet my cock again and again. The whole room seemed to tremble with lust as we fucked harder and faster.

Then I heard a loud sigh, but it didn't come from Candy. I turned my head.

Vanessa was leaning against the door, watching us. She was still naked, and she had one hand inside her pussy, and she looked close to an orgasm. She noticed that I saw her, and she grinned but shook her head, telling me not to say anything.

I nodded and went back to ramming Candy's pussy. Vanessa watching me made my dick even harder. And the thought that she was leaving made me want to enjoy every minute I had with her—even if those minutes were spent with my cock inside someone else.

"Oh, you fucker," Candy breathed. "This is going to be good. I can't wait until she leaves. I can't wait until you cum. I can't—I can't—"

I gripped her hips. "You're going to cum."

"Yes, damn it!" She pounded the bed again. "Damn it! I don't want her to go! Don't go! Don't fucking go! I love you Vanessa! Don't go . . ." She gave up and buried her face in the mattress, moaning as she came.

She loved . . . ? This was no time for questions, not with my cock aching to spurt into her pussy. "Just wait," I grunted. I slapped her ass once—gently—and then I came too, spurting inside her pussy as if I hadn't cum in days. Candy's ass trembled, and she kept moaning as her legs twitched and my cock poured more sperm inside her.

I leaned down and kissed the back of her head. "It's okay," I whispered. "You don't have to be with me if you really want her."

"What?" She lifted her head. "But I want—oh hell, are you still cumming? That's nice. I just want to know—shit!"

Vanessa walked across the bedroom.

Candace twisted away from me, her tits heaving. My cock was still pumping as she sat up. "Vanessa--I only wanted—I mean, I only meant—I don't really want you to go, but--"

"But you love me?" Vanessa planted her ass on the bed with a smile.

I straightened up. My knees were shaky. "Look, Vanessa, it was sort of wild, and people say stuff--"

"Oh, shut up." Vanessa stroked Candy's thigh. "I didn't know."

"Well—I mean—I like the cock too." She was turning red, but she didn't flinch from Vanessa's hand on her leg. "It's just—that one night . . ."

"I remember." She leaned down and kissed Candy's pussy.

She leaned back and sighed happily. "I didn't think—"

"I still have to go on Monday." Vanessa stroked Candy's thigh. "But we've got time. All weekend. Although—damn it." She looked up at me.

I grinned. I wasn't sure I could get hard again for a few hours even if I watched them. "Should I go and start packing for you?"

"You're the best." Vanessa leaned down and began licking Candy's nipples. But she grinned at me. "There might be a reward for you later."