Three Weeks - fifth installment

[anton]

Author note - the grand conclusion of Kevin's adventures, at least in college. The story actually continues beyond this chapter, as Kevin is unfortunate(?) enough to run into Brad again a few years later, by which time Kevin has found the girl of his dreams and married her. Uh oh. But this is the conclusion of the three weeks proper.
Now, an apology in advance - I am a bit embarrased by Kelly's scene hereunder; I cannot explain where it came from, but along the lines of what one commenter said, I do seem in every story to enjoy veering right to the edge of insanity and then try to ease my way back, which is fun to experiment with. So please read it in the spirit of a writer's experimentation... I hope only a small fraction of readers go, "Okay, that's it. This Anton guy has a serious problem."
Along those lines, I actually have in mind to maybe post another EXTREMELY untraditional hotwife series after this one called "Thirst" which spends a much, much larger fraction of the time in the utter insanity zone; probably the most f-ed up thing I've ever written (but real hot, in my opinion).
In any case, thanks for reading, and appreciate the comments.


Chapter Seven

At last, Jen’s three weeks came to an end, and I began wondering when she was going to leave. At one point, while I was at my desk doing homework, I overheard them talking.
“I think I’ll just stay. I really don’t want to go.”
Brad replied, “Won’t you get in trouble with your classes?”
“It won’t be so bad,” Jen lied.
I interrupted. “Jen, what are you crazy? It’s too late in the semester for you to get a withdrawal. You’ll get F’s in all your classes. You have to go back.” I wasn’t sure if I was arguing for her sake or for mine.
Jen looked at me sternly, as if silently accusing me of breaking my promise. “Not necessarily, I still have finals to bring up my averages.” she argued.
I decided to butt out, but I was looking forward to getting my life back again and secretly hoped she’d go.

However, the next day there was a not-unexpected development. Brad came back from practice while Jen was still out. Tossing his gym bag down, he said, “I met the most amazing girl today at the fields. She was so cool and sweet. And smart too.” Sure. And hot, I bet, I thought.
“Who is she, a cheerleader?” I asked?
“No, man, she’s a TV reporter. She came by with a crew to interview some of the players.”
“What’s her name?”
“umm. Kelly Burn, or something?”
“Kelly Burnham?” I exclaimed, “from channel 8?” Everyone knew her. She was just about the hottest chick on television, an amazing 20-something blonde with an incredible body. I had jerked off to her image on my little dorm TV more than once.
“Yeah, that’s it. Kelly Burnham. She was so nice, we had a long talk and some drinks after the interview. She’s awesome, it’s like she really understood what it’s like to lead a football team, the pressures. I really felt something with her. She might come by the reception tonight.”
And so it goes.
I thought I would have been delighted that Brad was moving on, but for some reason I just wasn’t. I knew this would be tough on Jennifer, and even after all that had happened, that just bummed me out. I’d have liked to say for sure that I was glad I wouldn’t have to watch Jen get fucked by Brad anymore, but who knows. By that time, I was so accustomed to jerking off watching or thinking about them together, that I didn’t know what to think.

Jennifer and Brad left together around 9PM to head to some football event/party, and I was in bed but not yet asleep when I was surprised by the door opening at 11:30. I hadn’t expected them back until later, but if they wanted some early sex, that was okay by me, as I reached for my cock. Sure enough, two figures came in making out. One was definitely Brad, but the girl looked too tall to be Jennifer. Her back was to me, but her hair color looked lighter than Jen’s. From the back, she looked amazing in a short miniskirt, and I was surprised/delighted to see her panties suspended taut between her bare thighs, about two inches below the skirt hem. Brad’s hand was under her skirt, working her pussy as they kissed. I had left one dim light on, but they were way too preoccupied to notice me lying in my bed.
Still lip-locked, they turned around, and I recognized her instantly. Of course it was Kelly Burnham. It’s always a little surreal seeing TV celebrities live in person, but particularly so when it’s a hot woman, and even more so, I noted, when you can also see her pussy. Kelly had fallen back on the bed and her panties dropped to her ankles as her knees came up. As she lay there on her back on the bed, making out with Brad with her knees up in the air and her panties hanging around her ankles, I had the full-on view up her skirt to her naked, glistening pussy. She looked skinnier and younger than she does on television. And hot.
As I listened to them, I quickly realized that Kelly was not at all like I would have expected. First of all, on TV she was your typical, perky blonde, always cheery and sweet, but in person she seemed really aggressive. Also, she was really foul-mouthed. I guess you’re used to never hearing television personalities using bad language, and so you assume they are that way in real life off-camera. But not like this. I mean the face looked completely familiar, but the words coming out of that beautiful mouth sure weren’t.
“Oh God, I’m so fucking, fucking, turned on. You have to fuck me now. I can’t fucking stand it,” she said as he worked feverishly to unbutton her clothes. Brad stood up and quickly pulled off his jeans and underwear onto the floor.
“Holy fucking shit. Is that thing fucking real? Oh my god that’s the biggest fucking thing I’ve even seen…”, Kelly yelled. Brad’s boner was raging and he quickly silenced her by lying on top of her on the bed. As she lifted her legs up, the panties came off over one high heeled shoe, knocking the shoe off and it fell with a thump on the floor beside the bed. The panties hung off her other ankle, where her foot still had a shoe on it, and the panties dangled in the air as she lifted and spread her perfect legs for Brad to position himself between them.
They started fucking. It was awesome, and I enjoyed it as usual.
Nevertheless, while I reflexively worked my dick under the covers, I began wondering where Jennifer was, and how Brad had ditched her. I was turned on by what I was seeing, but a part of me was worried about Jen.
Just then, the door opened again, and in came Jennifer.
“No!” she yelped involuntarily as she caught sight of Brad and Kelly fucking. I looked at her face, and she looked absolutely crushed. Brad stopped abruptly, looking back over his shoulder. Kelly leaned her head out to one side to look around Brad’s torso towards the door.
“Who the fuck is that bitch?” Kelly demanded rather inelegantly. She turned towards Brad, “and why have you stopped fucking me?”
“Ummm…” Brad said as he distractedly started slowly pumping her again, “uhh…that’s my roommate’s girlfriend.”
“Brad!” shouted Jennifer, now openly crying.
Kelly latched onto a different part of Brad’s statement than I expected. “You have a fucking roommate?” she said, looking around the room. Her eyes locked on me, and I stared back at her, stunned.
“Oh my fucking god.” She said, “Has that fucker been in here the whole time?”
I kind of hated her, but God, was she hot. My attention went back to Jen, who was talking again while sobbing.
“Brad, how could you do this?”
At this, Kelly let her head flop back on the bed in bewilderment and impatience. More softly, almost calmly, she said, facing the ceiling, “Will you please, please, please get the fuck out of here?”
Jennifer, sobbing, said more to herself than anyone else, “But I don’t have anyplace to stay”. And she turned and walked out of the room. It was true, she didn’t know anybody else on the entire campus and it was nearly midnight.
I’d like to say I went after her, but I didn’t. I didn’t even leave the room. After Jen left, Kelly kind of kicked Brad in the butt with her heels, and he started pumping her again. She kind of gave me a nasty look and nodded towards the door like I should get out too, but I didn’t move. Within seconds, she forgot about me, though, and started to moan as Brad, released from distractions, started to do his thing properly. It had the usual effect, and her eyes started to open wide. She grabbed Brad’s face in both hands and stared up at him.
“Oh my god, ohh, ohh…That’s so good….ohhhhh my god ohhmmmm” she moaned. Like the others, she clearly had never been fucked this well before.
Kelly’s face released, and she had a glazed, faraway expressionless look in her eyes. It was kind of nice, actually, seeing her put in her place. And exciting. I mean, there was no denying that this bitch was incredibly sexy, physically flawless, and I was really starting to hate her, especially after the way she treated Jennifer, but somehow the hate made me even more sexually attracted to her. Dick logic can be hard to understand sometimes.
Even though the light was on, I began to slide my hand down under the blankets to jerk off, and the motion of my hand caught Kelly’s eye. Still getting fucked on her back, her head snapped towards me and her face grew furious as she realized where my hand was going. I froze under the viciousness of her look, and thought she was going to say something, but Brad had just hit his rhythm, and her eyes suddenly glazed again.
“oh oh oh ohohohmmm” she moaned faster, as her excitement level increased. Her beautiful face was still turned towards me, and her eyes were left locked on me, but now completely glazed and unseeing. No more fury, or disgust, no more anything registered on her face except the pleasure she was getting from the deep fucking. I could tell from her sounds that she was approaching orgasm. Still her face remained tilted towards me, as she made deep moaning sounds. Her eyes, lips, chin were so beautiful. Her legs were fantastic, splayed inelegantly in the air. Fuck it, I thought to myself, and pulled the blankets and my underwear off so I could have full access to my cock. I grabbed it with both hands, and it was soaking wet from precum, and I started jerking off.
Brad remained head-down over her, back to me, taking care of business. Kelly remained in the same position on her back, and was just beginning her first of many orgasms. Her head was still aimed at me, and her eyes stared blankly at me. I waved my cock at her and masturbated openly in front of her as she came, bucking her hips wildly but seemingly only semi-consciously.
I brought my feet onto the floor and sat on edge of my bed, facing right at Kelly and continuing to pump my cock with my wet hand. As she came down from the orgasm, and was in a lull between orgasms, her eyes seemed to focus again, and she seemed to grow more aware of what I doing. A half-angry look started to vaguely form on her face, but not yet focused, like sleeping person having a bad dream. Still on her back, getting pumped in long strokes by Brad’s monster cock, her eyes flicked from my face to my cock, and then she looked like she was about to say something, opening her mouth.
“Get the fuck ou…ohhh ohhh”, she started to say, but was overcome with her renewed rise towards a second orgasm. Yet still, Kelly remained in the same position with her head rolled over towards my direction, seemingly not having the energy or will to look away. When I saw she was looking at my face, I pointedly leered at her naked body as I jerked off, looking up and down from head to toe, and what I saw was fantastic. Her blonde hair was a tousled mess on the bed behind her, her breasts were fuller-looking naked than I had expected, each rolling outwards slightly on either side of her body under gravity as she lie on her back. Her miniskirt was still bunched up around her waist, but rolled up so tightly that it was almost not noticeable. Her perfect legs were hanging in the air on either side of Brad, with one foot bare, and the other still wearing a high heel shoe, with her panties still dangling from the ankle. God, she was hot. I started feeling a rush towards orgasm, and continued pumping my cock, faster and faster. By the time my gaze returned to her face, she was again starting to glaze over as she approached her second orgasm, but I could tell she had registered my leering at her body and my accelerating jerking off.
“Fuck yo….ooo” she started to say to my face, but the orgasm came over her, stopping her mid-phrase. I was just about to come myself, and looking at her face, that sexy, beautiful, bitchy face, I was reminded of how she had yelled at Jennifer, made her cry. Suddenly, of their own volition, my legs stood me up and walked me across the room to just beside their bed, while I still pumped my cock and stared at that beautiful face (so familiar from my little TV) feeling such an odd combination of rage and excitement. Kelly’s eyes weakly followed me as I approached, but Brad, looking away, couldn’t see me at all. One step from their bed, my eruption started. The first spurt was so powerful it launched the three feet between us and hit Kelly square in the cheek. She, however, was lost in her own orgasm and didn’t feel a thing. My cock spurted and spurted, over and over again, and I was consumed with pleasure, almost unthinkingly jerking my cock, aiming it, spraying it all over her face, her hair, her mouth and nostrils, in her eye. As I felt waves of pleasure pumping stream after stream onto Kelly Burnham from channel 8’s face, I felt like during the ‘reloading’ moments between each spurt of my cock, I was reaching deep, holding off the next squirt and trying to muster from my balls as much sperm as I possibly could to ejaculate onto her face, making each heavy, forceful stream that followed that much more pleasurable. I was overcome with waves of irrational, vicious pleasure and emotion: arousal, desire, hate, and, oddest of all, a feeling of love for Jennifer. With my last squirts, I stared at Kelly’s cum-covered face and visualized how she had yelled at sweet, sobbing Jennifer, my poor love.
Weird, huh? As I came to my senses, I backed up from their bed. I then realized Brad had stopped pumping her and was staring over his shoulder at me with a startled, one-eyebrow raised, Dude-what’s-the-deal-type-of-look. But then, subtly, his mouth turned into a slight wry, amused smile, and he gave me a little wink before turning back to Kelly. I think even through his Romance-addled head, in his heart he knew what a bitch she was.

I had to get out of there, so I grabbed a towel and went to the men’s room to take a long shower. Surprisingly, by the time I returned, Brad and Kelly were asleep. I guess he’d drunk more than I thought. I took one last victorious look at Kelly, her face still covered in my semen, now drying and caking on her skin and in her hair.
I crawled into bed in exhaustion and tried to sleep. I kept worrying about Jennifer, where she was, where she’d go. It was nearly one o’clock, and she didn’t know anyone else on campus. Plus, all the cafes and bars closed at one, and I knew there wouldn’t be a bus or train out of here until the morning. I considered going out to look for her, but it was a huge campus, and I’d end up just wandering aimlessly. Besides, I told myself unconvincingly, she dumped me.
I drifted off to sleep, but almost immediately, it seemed, I was awoken by the door opening. Jennifer tiptoed into the room. She looked over at Brad’s bed where he and Kelly were sleeping in the dark, and Jen made a little involuntary whimper sound. She paused there a minute, staring at the two of them. Then, she leaned down towards me, where I was pretending to sleep, and whispered in my ear,
“Kevin….Kevin.” She touched my shoulder and I opened my eyes and looked up into her face, only inches from mine. Her hair fell forward surrounding both of our faces as she whispered, “Please, Kevin, can I sleep here tonight? I’m so tired.” She looked like she had cried a lot, eyes swollen and mascara smears down her cheeks.
I nodded, and shifted back against the wall, lifting the covers so she could climb in. Clearly exhausted and completely unthinkingly, she prepared herself for bed as she had done every night at the beginning of her stay: in one motion she slipped her shirt up over her head, unclasped and shrugged off her bra, and pulled down and stepped out of her skirt. It was over in a second, and she was climbing into the bed under the covers wearing only her panties. That had been her habit every night before we went to bed at the beginning of her stay, and in her exhaustion, I guess she just did it as a reflex. I caught an eyeful of her perfect naked breasts before she lowered the blanket over her, which woke me up fully. Hyper-aware of her nearly-naked body only inches away, I quickly got rock hard.
She was facing towards me, with her head on the pillow and eyes closed, trying to sleep, or maybe trying to look away from Brad’s bed. But I think she was still thinking about the two people sleeping on the other side of the room, because a few moments later, she opened her eyes again, and they were wet. She blinked and a tear squeezed out of the corner of her eye and slid down her face onto the pillow.
She saw I was looking at her, and she said, “Oh Kevin.” And started sobbing. Her shoulders shook, and I could feel her sobs through the shaking of the bed. I moved forward to hug and comfort her, but kind of leaning way forward with my upper body so she wouldn’t come into contact with my erection.
She cried that way for about five minutes, neither of us saying anything, I platonically patting her shoulder and hugging her with one arm. I genuinely felt bad for her. Nevertheless, the smell of her, the proximity of her nearly naked body kept me rock hard. Once, when she shifted position during her sobs, she lifted up a little, and I could see down under the blanket to her perfect naked breasts, one lying on top of the other as she lay on her side. I could tell my cock was oozing a large amount of precum.
She continued crying in silence, and I tried to comfort her.
“It’s okay, Jen. C’mon.” and “I’m sorry.” I said.
At this, she seemed to break out of her reverie. She looked up at me with teary eyes, as if re-realizing I was there, and then re-remembering what she had done to me. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Kevin, I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Well, I mean I’m sorry you’re hurt.” I replied.
She looked at me in the eyes, frozen for a second, then hugged me with all her delicate strength. “You’re so sweet.” She whispered in my ear.
The force of her hug pulled me towards her, and now my bare chest was in direct contact with her naked breasts. I strained to keep my hips arched away from her so my erection wouldn’t touch her, but she just held on, hugging me tight. The position was quite uncomfortable, and the feel of her soft skin and her full breasts against me was overwhelming. Gradually, I relaxed my hips, and allowed them to come forward. I had no underwear on, and my precum-wetted head came to rest against her lower belly.
I’m sure she felt it, but diplomatically she paid it no notice, and kept hugging me. Clearly, though, her thoughts were not on me, as she soon started sobbing again. I felt conflicted, since her hug and the direct contact of her naked skin on mine was making me crazy, but here she was crying, and I could tell that sex was the last thing on her mind, and I tried to be of comfort, although this was becoming more and more purely an act since all I could think about was her naked body. I very, very subtly tried to exert a little more pressure with my cock against her body, as if it was unintentional, just to get a little more sensation, and she generously allowed me to and may have even pushed back a little as she sobbed.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. After she stopped sobbing, I held her and said, “Jen, do you think I could…” I paused with my cock pressing into her belly. I could see she knew what I was asking for.
She looked at my face, as if thinking, for a long moment and then nodded. My cock pulsed on its own as I saw that nod. She nodded again with more conviction saying, “Kevin, you’ve been nothing but nice to me.” Although she was still clearly not in any kind of sexual mood, she appeared to take pity on me. She slowly reached her hand down and grabbed my bare cock.
Heaven.
God, the sensation of her hand directly on the skin of my cock was so good. By this time, my cock was just totally wet from oozing for such a long time. She slowly slid her hand in a twisting motion over my slippery, slippery shaft. I was overcome with pleasure, and felt I might come within seconds.
I turned and started to rise up on my knees, and moved to start to climb between her legs. She acquiesced and slipped her panties off and opened her thighs, releasing her hand from my cock. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to get to fuck her again. I concentrated on not coming before I even put it in. I shuffled on my knees to get in position over her between her thighs, and she accommodatingly spread her legs wide open.
Shaking with anticipation, I was deliriously happy. My cock was so totally wet and slippery, and I felt like my cock could recall exactly what it would feel like to enter her. I held my weight on my hands and aimed my cock in without using my hands. I located the opening easily, and pushed my hips forward, entering her fully, overjoyed at the prospect of feeling at last…
Nothing.
I was stunned. Absolutely nothing. I looked down to see if I had missed, but my cock was unmistakably inside her.
I felt nothing. Nothing at the tip, nothing around the entrance.
Jen too, looked a little uncertain. “Is it…Is it in?” she asked softly.
I said nothing.
Desperately I began pumping in and out with my hips, but frustratingly still felt no sensation. I hesitated, unsure what to do. I looked down at her, and she looked achingly sexy. Her beautiful naked tits looked fantastic, and I grabbed one in my hand, the soft firmness of it incredibly exciting. It was a completely arousing situation, she looked amazing, her skin felt so good, she even smelled terrific, and her open legs and inviting body position were all unbearably sexy, and I was doing just what I wanted to do most - fucking her - but I felt nothing. It felt like I was just waving my dick in the air above her. But I wasn’t, I was inside her.
Suddenly, I understood completely. Jennifer had been changed. My girlfriend. Had been changed. Three weeks, four times a day fucking Brad had changed her.
Her pussy was a wide-open canyon. I felt maybe one point of contact on the top or side of my dick, but no squeezing at all. Just air. I couldn’t believe it. She had been so incredibly tight around me just three weeks ago. I went on in a repeating cycle like this for a few minutes, looking at her naked, receptive body, getting so turned on and wanting to fuck her so bad that my hips reflexively started pumping her, but feeling no sensation whatsoever, and getting frustrated and stopping, then looking down at her body and getting turned on again. I wanted to fuck her so bad. And she was letting me. And I was. But I wasn’t. I just couldn’t believe how much space there was in there.
Jen, who I could tell had not even really wanted to have sex, was obviously feeling nothing whatsoever. Her face gradually changed from distraction to confusion to one of comprehension as I continued my cycle of fruitless efforts. She could tell I was getting frustrated and that it wasn’t going to work, and it was she who gently brought this to my attention.
“Kevin…” she said softly. “Kevin…” she repeated as I continued my efforts, still rock-hard and aroused, but getting nowhere. Gradually I slowed the fruitless pumping of my pelvis and then stopped completely.
“I know, I know”, I said quietly.
“No, it’s okay, baby. Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. C’mon, lie down. If you want, I’ll use my hands on you.”
With resignation, I slowly lifted my weight off her and pulled out, then eased around her leg to lie down next to her.
She generously reached down and began jerking me off with her hand. I expected I would only last seconds, but I guess the whole episode had kind of unsettled me. I had trouble concentrating and kept thinking about how frustrating it was not to be able to fuck her, and although I stayed rock hard and her hand felt fantastic, I couldn’t seem to rise up the curve to come.
Jennifer was patient, but I think she could tell, as she continued milking me with her hand, that something was wrong. However, then I thought about the many times she’d jerked me off over the last three weeks, how unbearably excited I’d been and how easily I came.
“Tell me again.” It just kind of popped out of my mouth without thinking.
Jennifer froze, and looked at me with a wounded look. “No Kevin. I can’t do that anymore. Not now. When he’s over there. With… her.”
“Please Jen.” I said.
She shook her head, but without conviction, and I could feel the excitement growing in my balls.
“Please Jen,” I repeated, “Tell me again.”
She waited a long time in silence, still distractedly slowly pumping my cock with her hand. I thought I had gone too far, and was about to tell her to forget it when she said in a low whisper,
“He fucks me so well, Kevin.” She looked up at my face, and her eyes were just slightly shiny with tears. “I never knew it could be so good,” she continued, her voice gaining strength. She adjusted her position so she could get her other hand under my balls and cupped and lifted them gently, massaging them back and forth as she slid her other hand up and down over my slippery cock.
“It’s the best fucking I’ve ever had, baby. His cock is so huge, and I just love it. It’s so big it hurt at first, but then I stretched out and got used to it, until it fit me perfectly. I loved it. That’s why I can’t feel you inside me anymore. He was so, so, much bigger and he stretched me out until I fit him. He stretched me until I fit him, baby. That’s why you couldn’t fuck me.”
I came huge spurts, all over her hand, all over the sheets, all over her belly.




Thanks for reading. The next chapter follows the rest of Jen and Kevin's relationship and then picks up a few years later, after Kevin has found and married the girl of his dreams. The happy couple runs into Brad again and move into the same building, in the apartment right under Brads. Kevin reveals to his wife the history that occured between Jen and Brad and himself, and his wife intuitively picks up that this is the root of Kevin's unusual sexual programming, and... smart girl that she is, she quickly realizes the possible implications for her own pussy.
Let me know if that sounds of interest!

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