Terrance looked over at me for any sign of approval.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa hey, I never said anything about you guys fucking!" I said with a slight tremble in my voice as my heart started pounding a lump into my throat.
"O-Okay babe, relax, we don't have to."
Terrance quickly pulled his pants up and left the room mumbling something like, "Hey I'll catch you guys later." seemingly terrified of any potential awkwardness.
Trying to repair the situation, Brittany said she was still really horny and that she wanted me to fuck her in our bedroom. I followed her in, each of us removing the rest of our clothes, including the cum stained and drenched top she was wearing, which she used to wipe the cum off her chest, then threw haphazardly onto our bed.
We got into the usual missionary position, and as I have so many times before, I laid my cock right above her pussy and began to slide it back and forth over her clit to get things going. She was already dripping wet, soaking my cock in juices that I had not coaxed myself. I looked down and noticed I wasn't able to get very hard. I could feel her frustration and anxiety start to rise, so I pushed my half limp penis into her and started thrusting, just hoping it would get hard enough to please her.
She gave out miniature, insincere moans, only in an attempt to fill the air with something other than silence. She reached to her nightstand lamp right beside her and turned out the light, hoping to ease the feeling of pressure on me to perform.
I started to realize that I was having trouble because I was feeling extremely outmatched and inferior after what I had just witnessed. I started to experience a minor panic, and tried to think of something that would make me hard. My mind instantly fixated on seeing Terrance's huge black cock exploding all over my girlfriend, and I felt my face slightly blush in the darkness as my cock began to slowly grow inside her. I began to hit somewhat of a stride, yet still not able to become fully hard. My mind started to focus harder on his massive black cock and how much cum shot out of it all over her fat white tits and I started t-
"What are you thinking about?" She interrupted.
I hesitated, unable to quickly think of something else to say to save the embarrassment of telling her what I was actually thinking about.
"Uhm.. I was thinking about how your big tits are bouncing right now while I'm fucking you..."
It was the best I could come up with.
"Mmm." she replied.
Now embarrassed, and slightly more turned on at the prospect of her catching on to what I was thinking about, I coyly asked "..What did you think I was thinking about?"
"Mmm I dunno."
My eyes began to adjust to the darkness and I could see a sexy, mischievous half smile on her face as I continued to thrust into her.
"..What are you thinking about?" I asked as another lump developed in my throat.
A short anxious pause nearly made my heart leap out of my throat.
"I'm thinking about how little your dick is..." she replied, knowing it would make me harder.
"Ohhhh fuuuuckk" I exhaled. "Compared to what?"
"I think you know what." She said as she pulled me a little closer.
"Tell me."
Our faces came closer to one another, her eyes darting back and forth from my eyes and lips, her inner brow raised teasingly.
"It's what you were really thinking about when I asked..."
