Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F] Part 4

"Babe, can you sit on my face?"

I see her eyebrow just rise and then this shit-eating grin stretch across her face as she digested my words.

"Oooohh where is this coming from?" She pried with a wicked smile as she approach me, her hand teasingly and seductively rimming the garters of her tight shorts and her hips hypnotically swaying left and right. I can see her ass barely being contained by the fabric, half of her cheeks hanging out and I wanted a bite of those peach. Two white strap hung against her waist but she wore her shorts on her hip instead. She knows what I like. She knows I like it when I can see the straps of her underwear over what she wore. She knows I like it when she sways her ass. She fucking knows I like eating her pussy.

"I've been wanting to do it for the longest time, but I've been far too afraid to ask for it."

She bounced up to me and sat on my lap. "Only if we have sex later," she whispered in my ears and she lingered there for a bit. I can smell her perfume, sweet but not cloyingly so and not pungent either. It lingered enough that I know she was there. I thought sex was a given, honestly. We've been having sex almost every day now either at her request or mine. It honestly felt refreshing, having sex with her now. Before it felt like a chore, an emotional chores, but now I find myself looking forward to it.

She was about to take her shorts off when I asked her to leave her underwear on and she gave me this grin as if she knew. I laid on my back and she hovered over my face. She teased me, lowering herself but then as soon as she felt my tongue touch her she took her precious taco away. I took a long, great inhale of her muff, taking in all of her scent fully. She then lowered herself onto me slowly, teasingly. I'm instantly aroused and she looked over and flashed a toothy smile.

She tried to lay on my belly, but I gave her ass a firm slap. I want her up and wanting and I want her ass grinding against my face!

I licked her hole through her wet, sopping panties. I've asked her to wear one of her lewd swimsuits for me, and the feeling of her smooth bikini and her smell is getting me drunk. I can't get enough of her.

I slid it off to the side, wrapped my arms over her legs and planted my hands on her plump, firm, but somehow still soft, ass. She purred and cooed at me and I can see her looking down on me from her shoulder, her eyes begging me. For what, I don't know. She pressed herself down on me more firm, putting her entire weight on top of my face. My mouth licked and ate her up, slobbering all over her beautiful pink slit. When I needed to breathe I would squeeze her ass twice, and she would let up for a quick second.

Then her weight comes down again.

"Ooh that feels so good!" She moaned and I can feel her weight shifting forward. I can tell she's trying to come down and perhaps play with my dick. But I gave her a slap again and she yelps and goes back to where she was. She gyrates herself against my face, rubbing her pussy lips against my own lips and she' hissing and trilling. "Hanh, Hanh.... right there, keep it right there Honey. Oooooohhh right there! Mmmphhh Ooooh I'm coming!!" I feel this gush of wetness come down on my face and she's damn near drowning me. She holds my hair down as her wetness just envelops my entire face. She couldn't keep herself upright as she falls over to me and her forehead rests against my crotch. Thankfully she didn't bash my raging hard-on. I lapped up as much of her as I could and now my hand went to take care of business.

I'm still under her pulsating, warm, wet vagina and I took my cock from my shorts. One hand went to stroke it while the other hand massaged her ass, all the while I'm still lapping up her wetness. I felt her hand wrap around my hot rod and then her wet tongue came. Eventually my other hand joined it's brother in massaging her ass. She slobbered all over my cock and slapped her cheeks with it, sucking it within her mouth gently biting the head softly.

A heavy knock came on our front door. I'm not expecting anything nor did I order something. "No, don't answer that Honey," she whined but I started moving from under her. "Noo please! Don't go!" I'm already off from under her and I slid my cock back into its home. She sat up with her face disappointed and she's pouting as she gave me her most angry face.

Which is fucking adorable, though, old Isabella has her own ways of expressing anger that are more fear inducing.

A somewhat familiar face greets me when I opened the door. She's about my height, short brown pixie cut hair, striking brown eyes and a nice hourglass figure. She has a halter top on with the mid-riff exposed, her belly button pierced, and she wore a pair of jeans and sneakers. She pushed her way in, rude of her, and sat herself down on my couch.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked using my big boy voice. She scoffed at me as she puts her feet up on my coffee table.

"You seen Izz?" she grunted, "I know she's here."

I kept my eyes trained at her as I went back to my room. Isabella is still sitting there, arms crossed over each other and this sad look on her face. I helped her with her underwear and pants and she kissed me so deeply I almost wanted to take her there and then.

"Wait, wait. Alana is here."

"Are you sure?" she asked finally snapping out of her sweet delirium, "wait who's Alana?"

"The girl who wants to sleep with me! Focus, babe."

"Well what should I do?" came the question and honestly, I couldn't answer her.

Rudely our conversation is interrupted when Alana swung our bedroom door wide open, eliciting a frightened screech from Isabella.

"Something weird is going on, especially with you Izz." She slowly walked towards us, like a stalking panther, taking in the surrounding.

"A secret boyfriend and a secret apartment. You've always been very secretive about your love life, ever since we've been young."

She rubbed her finger against her bottom lips as she crawled into bed with us until her face ended up mere inches away from mine.

"I wonder why Izz is with your scrawny —"

She couldn't even finish her sentence when Isabella's hand wrapped around her face and started tightening. And it tightens and it kept getting tighter.

"Owwowowoow!!! Izzy I give, I give!!!"

"No one calls my boyfriend scrawny! No one!" Came her growl, fury burning in her eyes. I seriously felt fear there and then, and also a bit aroused if I'm being honest.

"I get it, I get it! Let go, you're going to break my skull!! Let go, let gooooo!!!"

A few moments later she's sitting across from us, crying and wiping away the snot that's been forming on her nose.

"I'm - ugh - I'm just kidding, Izzy," came her sniveling pleas as Isabella stares her down. "I'm sowwy!"

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to my Honey!"

"I'm sorry Honey!"

"Don't call him Honey! Who are you and what the hell do you want?!"

"Who am I? Izz, we've been friends for almost 20 years!"

Isabella looked at me and shrugged and I looked at her, "does she not know?"

"I don't know, I have amnesia remember," she returned with a shrug herself.

Sometimes I forget that my girlfriend has Amnesia.

"Wait, you have amnesia?!"

***

"So you don't remember anything at all?"

Alana rubs her chin as she starts to digest our words. "You don't remember much of anything, at all? Not even the part where you said you'd let me fuck your boyfriend?"

"Well now hold on! She never introduced me to her friend group before you fucking liar, let alone giving you a hallpass for me!"

Alana grinned but then her shoulders dropped. "You know, I broke up with Anthony the other day, and that caused a fight between me, Danielle and May. Well, long story short, we're not friends anymore and I was hoping to hang out with my best friend. But now, you're telling me she's not even here."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Isabella said as her hand rest stop Alana's, "I really wish I can help you."

"Well, there is something I've always wanted to do."

She cupped her hands around Isabella's ears and instantly my girlfriend recoiled in shock as she looked at Alana and then me.

"No! No way! No, no, no!"

I'm instantly dying of curiosity. Isabella jumped into me and curled up against my chest. "Babe she... she..." Isabella blushed and she twitched a little bit. Her previous bravado has all but left her, leaving this shy girl who scooched in against me. "She wants to, um, watch us."

"What us do what?" I asked, the true intent not really registering in my head, "Lana, I'm warning you now I'm not a very interesting person so you're just going to be bored."

"No! No, um. She, Alana here, wants to um... watch us... watch us have s-s-sex," her voice started to trail off.

Obviously my eyes widened as I looked at Isabella's blushing face. She's retreated into me, resting her head against my chest while keeping a side glance over towards Alana. "Why?" came my simple question.

"I want to know how you anchored my girl down for 2 years. I mean, there has to be a reason why she's with you. You're not really her type."

"Oh she has a type? Tell me."

"Let me watch, and I will," she grinned, "I can tell it's killing you."

"Why do you want to watch anyway? That's weird!" I retorted and Alana just gave me this wry smile.

"We all have our kinks, and mine is imagining my best friend getting railed; but now I actually get to see it."

I looked at Isabella and she looked at up at me from her little nest. "Babe, what do you want to do?"

She simply nodded, "I... I think it's fine. We can... we can do it in front of her."

I gave her a kiss and she cupped my cheeks with her left hand and pulled me in harder with her right. I sucked on her bottom lip while she did the same with my top lip. Eventually I got her sitting on my lap with her legs stretched open and my hand down her crotch.

"Ooh, she's already wet?" Alana cooed and I looked at her while I kissed Isabella's nape, gently nibbling on it. My other hand went to her breast and pinched her nipples, eliciting a sharp inhale from her.

"Babe, we don't have to do this you know." I said softly to her ears. I mean, I'm down to having some stranger, a beautiful stranger, watch me have sex with my girlfriend but I know that Isabella is shy and a little reserved when it comes to me.

"I... I want to know more about Her. I want to know how She is, you know babe?'

She leaned in and kissed me again and I started rubbing her clit. She's always been very sensitive there, even before her amnesia, and the times she's let me eat her out she always seems to hesitate letting me make her orgasm. Maybe she didn't want me giving her that orgasmic feeling because I'm not her type.

But then, why not just break up with me then? Why stay with me for 2 years? Probably just to torment me, yeah that's the likely answer.

I got up and Isabella kneeled in front of me. She slid my shorts down and my boner flicker her nose. She giggled, that's one of the things she likes to do I've come to find out. I looked at Alana's face and I see her eyes wide and her mouth slowly starting to go wide.

"Jesus. Now I know why she stayed with you."

Sadly, I nodded. This piece of meat really is why the reason Isabella stayed with me. Alana caught my nod, and how sad I instantly got and I think she immediately got it. She immediately understood how true her statement is.

"No hands, babe," I instructed and she complied. She hooked her hands behind her waist and opened her mouth. I swung my meat sword over and teasingly graced her lips with it. As her lips tried to close, I took it away and she chased after it. Eventually she caught it and she smiled and winked at me. Slowly she sucked on the head of my penis, her tongue rolling across the bottom of my glans. I looked over at Alana and I can see her hand is inside her pants and the other one is gently sucking on her finger.

"Oooh, get it girl," Alana moaned as her eyes is fixated on Isabella, "Love the way that pouty lip of yours is wrapped around his cock."

She spoke low, I think she's whispering to herself, but she's loud enough for us to hear. Isabella looked up at me with a smile and I just rubbed her cheeks with my thumb.

Isabella's mouth opened, as wide as she could, and she slowly started taking me in. She's gotten better at deepthroating me. She's gotten past more than half now eventually to the point where the tip of her thin nose is touching my pelvis. She intends to go as far as she can before her departure.

She drew herself back and took a deep inhale as she swallowed her spit. "I got deeper that time, didn't I?" she said with an innocent smile. I'm not sure what keeps triggering me to kiss her, I think it's the juxtaposition of knowing she was a cruel bitch before and the warm, person that she is now is what's causing it. We kissed again, sloppy wet kissing and she gently pushed me over to the couch.

Her shorts came off as soon as my butt hits the couch again. She straddled me and I'm mentally prepared this time. I sat up straighter than before and when she straddles me this time our eyes are level. "I won't loose control this time," she reassured me as her arms rests against my shoulder. I nodded in response. She reached down in between her leg, slip her bikini bottom to the side, and rubbed my cockhead against her clit. She moaned and hissed and the sensation is honestly serene for me as well.

Alana has positioned herself closer now, watching intently. Her pants are off too and she's got two fingers in her wet pussy and her bare breast is exposed. They're nice and large, perky too, but not as big as Isabella's own. This is honestly weird, some weird voyeur fetish that Alana has, but I'm honestly feeling even more turned on with her eyes on us.

Isabella raised her fat ass up, grabbed my cock and pointed it up against her slit, and she slid down with a sharp gasp. "Oh, baby! God you're so good!" she moaned, and she yelped as well when she passed my girthy midpoint. She wrapped her arms around me as her ass bounced up and down. I rest my hand on top of her back, rubbing and stroking her. Our lips locked tightly as she bounced faster on my cock. Fast, but not hard, as I cupped her fleshy bottom and scooted myself further down. I started thrusting up into her and she started yelling.

"Ooooooh!! Ooooh!! Baby, keep going! I'm going to come!! Please! Please let me come baby!"

"Go ahead and come."

She held her breath as she started to shake and rattle. Her walls clamped down around me, twitching and throbbing. She closed her eyes tightly and slumped into me, but I didn't stop fucking her. I can feel her ass tremors coming. Finally, after what seems like an entire minute, she took a deep inhale and ends it with a rough groan. "Baby! Your so good! Your so good! I love you, babe! I love you!"

She started kissing me again, deeper and more passionately. She kept moaning, either against my cheek or into the mattress, but with each pump of my hips I can feel myself starting to come close.

"Jesus Christ, that is fucking hot... oh... can... can I Izz? Please, can I?"

Isabella couldn't answer, and I didn't know what she wanted. I started feeling something wet rubbing against my sack. I just thought it was some of Isabella's wetness dripping down, but it felt too good to be just that. But when I felt something envelop me and suck, that's when I couldn't hold onto it anymore. I gripped her ass tightly, "Coming! Babe, I'm going to come! Uuunnnggghh!!" I groaned and I started throwing ropes after ropes of my semen into her. It's another big one, I've been getting some of those lately, and I felt her pussy spasm and contract around me. I felt my cock twitch with each passing of semen, and I felt her hot breath against the nape of my neck. She's holding her scream in, trying not to make so much noise, but I just embraced her against me. Finally she took a deep breath in and she moaned hard into a pillow. She leaned up and I felt my cock twitch out from her beautiful love pocket and she collapsed on top of me, panting hard and mumbling incoherently. I felt my dick thunk against something solid, but I paid it no mind.

Then I felt a pair of hand envelop my still throbbing tool and a different set of mouth clamp down on my still sensitive prick.

It's become her habit to clean up after herself. She shakily stood up and looked back. "Hey!" she yelled out, 'No! Alana! That's for me!"

I looked down and I see Alana helping herself to me. She's licking my cock head, slurping up Isabella and my love juices in complete bliss. Isabella got herself down there and tried shoving her away, but Alana was determined to stay.

"No! Stop, that's mine!"

Alana finally took herself off and slumped backwards, rubbing her chin and licking it. "I'm.. I'm sorry Izz. I haven't been fucked in days and I'm feeling a bit more horny than usual. I'm trying not to jump his bones right now actually."

Isabella shot her a dangerous look as she started sucking my still sensitive cock. "Babe, don't suck too much otherwise I'm going to ---"

Then I felt it again. I started shooting more and more semen into her mouth and Isabella gave me a satisfied groan as she looked up at me. She took herself down most of my length and held herself there for a second or five, and when she came up she took a deep breath.

"You were about to steal that from me, Alana!" she snarled, "I-I'm his girlfriend! That's for me! I worked for it!"

"I'm sorry, Izz!" Alana cried out with her hands held in front of her defensively, but Isabella only glared at her as she went back to stroking my dick, licking up the globules of semen that collects at the tip of my penis. "it's just, you looked like you enjoyed yourself there and I wanted to taste."

"I did, and it taste good!" She shot back, " and why do you say that? Why do you say it like I've never been happy before?"

"Because, you stopped smiling when we were 16, during Sophomore year."

I'm spent. I laid back after putting my shorts back on but that little statement piqued my interest, but I need to ask her something before my orgasm-addled mind forgets. "So what's her type?"

Alana regarded me and she licked her lips as her eyes set on me hungrily, but she composed herself. "After high school, Izzy has had about 4 boyfriends. The four of them had a lot in common, so I'm guessing that is her type. They were about her height if not taller, muscular and tanned. Her last boyfriend was a trust-fund baby. However, those four boyfriends didn't last long. You're the only one that's lasted longer than 3 months."

She sighed heavily and looked at Isabella. "Izz, I feel like I can tell you this but I hope you'll forgive me for this. All of those boys were just as narcissistic as you, well pre-amnesia you and you were never happy. You're always complaining about how they don't pay attention to you or how crap they are at sex. Hell, you're always complaining about their dick size too! I don't know why Isabella kept him a secret, there has to be a reason why."

Isabella stood up and walked over to me, plopped herself down beside me and curled up again. "So maybe She really only wanted you because you're good at sex," she murmured, "I hope She loved you at least."

I brushed her arms gently and gave her forehead a kiss. "Wait, Alana, you said she hasn't been happy since she was 16. What did you mean by that?"

Alana's eyes instantly grew sad. "Ah, our 16th summer. I mentioned before that Izz is my best friend, right? The other two, we've only known them for a couple of years. But from elementary to sophomore year it was me, Isabella and Laura. We were best friends! We spent so much time together."

"Laura? Who's Laura?" Isabella asked as she sat up.

"Hah, Laura. That bitch. She is, what you would call, your greatest enemy."