Carlos Pena-Vega's Fantastic Foreskin

Chapter 10- Looks Like I'm Going For A Swim

     It was Carlos! The love of my life! I felt my heart flutter, and my panties become as wet as the Atlantic Ocean. I screamed with joy and jumped into Carlos's arms. He spun me around, bridal style, and kissed me passionately. I missed those lips. We closed the door behind us and he carried me to the sofa. He crashed down onto it, and I laid on top of him, feeling every inch of his warm body. I kissed every spot, up and down; left and right, of his body. I felt myself wanting him inside of me more and more as each second went by. I pulled off all of my clothes, and he did the same. I sat over him, my legs wrapped around his, admiring the package that had just come home to me. It looked as if his abs had gotten tighter, his arms; bulkier, and his shlong; bigger. I immediately started deep-throating his enlarged pen island. Farther and farther down my throat did his whacker travel. I jerked him off as my mouth left small hickeys up his torso, to his pecks, to his neck, then to his mouth. Our tongues played with each other as I continued to pump his pp. I then gently bopped up and down on his wee nah, pulsating it in and out of my punane. Then, an overwhelming pressure of pleasure came over me— he hit my g-spot. I moaned, yelling and yelping, for him to continue. 
     "YES DADDY," I grumbled into my giant anime titties. "FUCK ME GOOD."
     I starting bouncing on his dick with every fiber of my strength, and I heard a slight crack noise. All of sudden, Carlos started screaming with intense pain and agony.
     "Oops, I broke his peenie." I thought to myself.
     Seeing my love in pain was not enough to stop me from sexing him up. I kept bouncing. Carlos began crying and shivering with pain, but I didn't stop.
     "Shut the fuck up, Carlos. I'm trying to fuck you." I whispered, as I wiped the tears off of his cheeks.
     He kept crying, and I kept hearing the small cracks coming from inside of my poosay.
     After getting tired of hearing him complain, I got off and started to finger myself, giving Carlos time to rejuvenate his sea men-maker. As I shoved my whole entire fist up my hoohah, I felt something strange; a large cylinder-shaped object, lodged in my clitoris. Confused, I pulled it out.
     It was Carlos's whole penis, ripped off at the ball!
     I handed it back to him and left Joj's place— satisfied.

     I rubbed my eyes, opened them again, and saw not exactly who I wanted to see. I thought it would be Carlos— the love of my life returning after writing a brilliant love song for me. Instead, it was James Diamond.
"James, hey!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him in a friendly hug. Though I wished he was Carlos, it was still nice to see James. "What are you doing here?"
"Nikkie, we have to talk." He looked serious as he took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat, and I felt incredibly worried, for some reason that I couldn't really explain.
     "What's the matter? Is it Carlos?" I asked, holding his hands tightly.
     He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then opened them as he spoke.
     "Yes, it is. Nikkie— there's something that we haven't told you, and it pains me to have kept this from you, so here I am."
     My heart was racing, "James, is Carlos okay?" I bit my lip. I had goose pimples.
     "Worldwide wasn't about you. At least, not for Carlos." He whispered. I felt my heart shatter, but I didn't believe him.
     "What do you mean, 'not about me?' Who else could it have been about?"
     "That's what we have been keeping a secret. There's no easy way for me to tell you this, so I'm just going to lay it all out there." James exhaled, and I started tearing up.
     "Carlos has a girlfriend. A girlfriend that isn't you. Her name is Alexa, and they have a son. His name is Ocean. She's pregnant again. With Carlos's baby. He didn't want us to tell you because he still loves you, and he didn't want to hurt you."
     "What?!" I coughed, no longer holding back my tears. "He cheated on me?!"
     "Not really, actually. He cheated on her with you. You were his 'mistress' if you want to put it that way." James looked at my eyes, and could see the hurt I felt. He began wiping away my tears, and pulled me into a soft and warm hug.
     "What the fuck, James! Why didn't any of you tell me?! I've been longing for him to come home and come back to me, and this is what I get? You, telling me that my hope was a waste of time?!" I pushed him off of me and stood up. He then followed me as I walked into the other room.
     "Nikkie, I know that this is heartbreaking. I know that you didn't deserve any of this, that's why I came to tell you before it was too late! Please, you have to believe me! I did this in your best interest. The other guys wouldn't have even dared come here to tell you!"
     "Then what makes you any different?! Why are you here, James?!" I yelled. My breathing was uncontrollable at this point, I could barely speak without coughing up all the air I was trying to take in. James was quiet. He stared down at the floor, solemnly.
     "Hello? Anything!" I yelled again.
     "I—" He stopped. James once again made direct eye contact with me. "It's complicated, Nikkie—"
     "Of course. More secrets! I should've never came back with you guys the night we met at Kitten's! It was the biggest mistake I've ever made! I end up regretting it everyday of my life." I pounded my fist onto the counter. I groaned with frustration. James tried to take my hands again, but I immediately pulled away.
     "Get out of here! Go away! Go back to wherever the fuck you came from! Have fun getting famous you prick. I don't want to be involved with any of you anymore. Get out of my life!" I screamed, pushing myself away from him. He took a few steps back, looked into my red and inflamed eyes once more, and whipped himself around; running to the door. Then, like he was never in my life, James was gone. Poof! Gone.
     I knew that I couldn't handle the pain. I had to do something to get me to forget that these four guys had ruined my life. So I did something. Something I never would've pictured myself doing. I opened the backyard door, and looked out at Joj's pool.
     "Goodbye, James." I whispered to myself. I jumped into the pool, the last thing I heard was the splash of my emotionless body hitting the water. The last thing I felt, was my throat burning for air. The last thing I saw; my vision fading to black.