Psycho Bitch Strikes Again

My hands slithered down onto her lower back just above her butt. “Oh, you like making love to your girlfriend, don’t you, psycho bitch,” I moaned, kissing her.

She brought her lips right off mine. “I told you not to call me that, Hannah,” she reminded me, halting her thrusts.

“Come on, you are my psycho bitch, Miranda, don’t forget that,” I made clear, sliding my hands over to her face. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but I told you not to call me that. I was a psycho bitch up until our the first day of our weird relationship, but I just don’t like it.”

“Okay, Miranda,” I bitched, breaking eye contact. “I’ll stop calling you that.”

“So I get that look if I just tell you not to call me that?”

I took a deep breath and glanced back at her. “Let’s not fight, we have finals coming up, so let’s just enjoy each other’s company. Just make sweet love to me with that strap-on, sound good?”

She smooched my forehead. “Yes,” she answered before she began thrusting the dildo again.

We kept eye contact, but we both kissed each other a number of times during our lovemaking session. I thought to myself, ‘I swear, I look right into her blue eyes, and I still see the psycho bitch in her. I might have made her suppress it somewhat, but it is still there. She can’t get rid of it, no matter how much she may want to.’

“Do you believe that I love you, Hannah?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I do,” she let me know, straightening up the top half of her body.

She let the dildo slip out a bit. “I love you a lot,” she mentioned before she stuffed the dildo right back into my slit.

“I believe you, Miranda,” I laughed slightly.

I grinned as I watched her sweat up a big storm and fuck the hell out of me. “I love it when your titties shake, babe. I’ve loved those tits ever since I saw them squished on my window.”

“Oh, I know, you are a boobs woman, that much is certain,” she groaned, grabbing onto my thighs. “Now I’m making your knockers jiggle, Hannah. They are making cum drizzle out of the strap on now. I love you, Hannah.”

“Yes, I know, so just keep fucking me until my pussy just can’t take it anymore.”

She began grinding her teeth a bit and tightened her grip on my thighs too. “I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll want to retire your cherry. It just won’t be able to take it all, it’ll just shrivel up a bit and just be for show. It is quite an enchanting pussy right now, but you’ll rue the day that you came out of your car. You should have known that I’d destroy your cherry.”

“If you say so.”

As time went on, I began biting my bottom lip as her goals were becoming meant. I clenched my fists and fought the urge to shed even a single tear. My feet also started wagging around like an excited dog.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned, slanting my head back and jerking my body around somewhat. “Damn, sexy bitch, you are making my twat raw now,” I groaned through my teeth.

She peeked back at my face and halted movement. “Shit, am I hurting you, sweetie? You are crying.”

I took a deep breath and looked back at her. “Miranda, that huge dildo has been sliding in and out of my snatch nonstop for ten minutes straight now. After a while, it is gonna hurt my pussy and make me shed a tear or two. Did you think destroying it wouldn’t make me cry?”

“I just didn’t mean to hurt you,” she answered, breaking eye contact. “I never would want to, Hannah.”

I sighed. “Is there something you want to tell me, Miranda?” I inquired, raising my eyebrows.

She failed to answer, but she suddenly yanked out the dildo, stood up over me and took off the strap-on. She dropped it, got off the bed and walked away without making eye contact.

“Now you are just going to the bathroom?”

I didn’t hear anything back from her and I leaned up on the bed. I heard the toilet flush, but she didn’t come back out.

After a minute, I scratched my head. “You know love goes both ways, which means you can tell me things.”

“I know,” she responded, coming out of the bathroom. 

I kept my eyes on her. “What’s going on?”

“What, I’m just strolling around naked,” she mentioned, getting back on the bed with me. “You asked me to do that from time to time on that first day, remember? We were outside with Barb.”

“Yes, I do remember that, now do you remember what is bothering you?” I wondered, placing my palm on her leg.

She stayed silent and failed to look at me.

“You already made me fall in love with you, so just tell me, please, Miranda. You are freaking me out now.”

She took a deep breath. “I did something bad,” she confessed, shooting me a guilty look.

I sighed and took my hand away. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw Barb a couple days ago.”

“I know, we agreed it wasn’t cheating if we just told each other about it. You told me you were with her a month ago and then a couple weeks ago too. You saw her a couple days ago too, Miranda?”

She sparked a few tears and nodded. “Do you still love me?” she questioned, peeking at me.

“Of course I do,” I replied, prior to hugging her.

We hugged each other for a moment rather tightly before I let go of her. “Miranda, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you are still a psycho bitch. It was just Barb, that’s all. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

She wiped away her tears. “Although, there is one more detail.”

I nodded and clenched my fists. “And that detail is?”

“Barb has been seeing someone else.”

“Are you saying you had sex with her girlfriend?”

“No.”

I grabbed her hands and yanked her to me.

I glued our lips together for about a full minute before our lips parted again with my hands lingering by her neck. “Miranda, just tell me what’s going on.”

“I had sex with her boyfriend.”

My hands immediately fell off her. “What?”

“Barb has been seeing a guy for a couple months now and I had a threesome with them.”

I backed away slightly and looked away from her. “You had sex with a guy?”

“Yes,” she wept, slanting her head down. “Please don’t hate me.”

I covered my face with both hands and kept them there for a moment. ‘Well, she is crying.’ I thought.

I uncovered my face and got up. “Damn it, Miranda! You really are still a psycho bitch!” I branded her, glancing back at her with my arms out.

“I know I am, Hannah, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you,” she told me, getting up onto her feet.

I put my hands on my hips. “So, you still like guys then?”

“Yes, I can’t just turn that off. You opened the door to pussy, but I still like cock too. What do you want me to say?”

“How about, I’m sorry Miranda?”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, coming right to me.

She wrapped her arms around me. “Please don’t break up with me,” she pleaded. “I’d hate myself if I lost you.”

I returned the favor to her, but let go of her after a few seconds. “Well, you are forcing me to ask. What the fuck, Miranda?”

“What do you mean?” she pondered, backing away a couple feet.

“You are pleading to me not to break up with you as I’ve never had a girlfriend tell me she loves me even half as many times as you. Meanwhile, you don’t want to meet my parents, and you don’t want me to meet yours either. You consider me to be your serious girlfriend, but I don’t have the slightest clue that your parents even know that I exist. I certainly wouldn’t expect you to tell them how we got together, but at least tell that we’re together, Miranda. Do they know about me?”

She put her hands up onto her head for a second. “No,” she replied, shaking her head.

I closed the gap between us.