Marvel Rivals - Cloak & Dagger NTR

Summary: Cloak and Dagger. To call them lovers was an understatement. Imagine having a caked-up white girl as your soulmate. A blonde babe that was kind and open-minded and completely devoted to you. Imagine losing that girl to a random hung stud at the community pool. That was the fabled Cloak, Tyrone Johnson's current fate.

Watching his girl get her guts rearranged by a bigger, better cock.

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The sound of water cascading echoed through the tiled walls of the public pool shower area. Tyrone Johnson—better known as Cloak in worlds far more remarkable than this one—leaned his forehead against the wall. Cool porcelain tiles pressed against his brow as the water sprayed down in a lukewarm drizzle. He sighed, shoulders heavy.

He and Tandy had been dealing with multiversal chaos for months. Months. Explosions, villains monologuing for hours, portals to dimensions filled with literal teeth—it was exhausting. So, like any guy who loved his girlfriend, Tyrone figured, "Why not? Let's relax. Let's take a trip."

He chose this world, because here, their powers were weak, almost nonexistent. On this Earth, they were ordinary. His warping form could stabilize in a physical one for long-periods of time. 

The ultimate gift.

"Normal people!" Tandy had squealed as they'd stepped into the sunny community, all smiles and white sundresses. "We can be like everyone else!"

They were happy here. This Earth and this community pool was heaven so far. Yet…because of his connection with her, he missed her. Dagger as the world called her but he knew her as his girlfriend Tandy. A white woman with a nice big wrack, a slim slutty waist, and what must have been the sexiest ass in the world.

Call him a white woman appreciator. Call him whatever. He loved her and he loved her beautifully pale heart-shaped ass cheeks. White women weren't the best. Tandy was the best. 

He couldn't see her, but he could feel her on the other side of the wall. This was a public shower space at a community pool. He was in the adults section, stripped nude for full cleaning. His connection to Dagger was faint despite this world's laws, tying them together. 

Somehow, this made things worse. There she was, probably humming to herself under a nearby shower, maybe scrubbing conditioner into her perfect blonde hair while he—

Thwap!

Tyrone blinked and slowly detached himself from the wall. "What…?"

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

His eyes widened as the unmistakable sound of meat hitting meat broke through the steam. He turned his head slowly— so slowly, like a man bracing himself for a car crash—and there it was.

A schlong.

But not just any schlong.

The guy standing a foot away from him—normal, a bit nerdy, and suspiciously carefree—had an absolute monster dangling between his legs.

Tyrone's throat dried instantly. 'No… no way. That's not real.'

It was.

This guy, a totally normal white dude who Tyrone decided looked like an "Alex," had a flaccid ten-inch monster cock swaying like a pendulum. It was huge. Almost comically so. The kind of thing you wouldn't even see in porn. This normal, hung white dude strode next to him. The other showers weren't working, it seemed.

Fuck. 

If he was holding something, if he was even speaking to him, Tyrone didn't notice. In that moment, he understood that not all men were built the same. Tyrone was five-foot-nine, the same height as this stranger. Yet when it came to cocks…

'Jesus Christ.' 

And there Tyrone stood, shoulders to shoulders with this dickzilla, fully aware that his own flaccid three inches of dignity weren't doing him any favors.

The size difference was soul-crushing.

Tyrone's eyes darted to his reflection in the shower tiles. There he was: five-foot-nine, solid build, magical shadow powers that once terrified entire armies—and now, utterly emasculated by a guy whose biggest achievement in life appeared to be growing a third leg. 

The man stood there, completely oblivious to the quiet crisis happening beside him. He was lathering his chest with soap like he was in a shampoo commercial. Tyrone couldn't help but notice that even Alex's balls were enormous.

'Are those fist-sized?' Tyrone thought, horrified. He resisted the urge to look again, but curiosity won. He glanced sideways—yup. Gigantic. Imagine the fucking load. It could fill up a whole neighbourhood of women. 

It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

This wasn't a competition. But if it was, it felt like he'd been dragged into a silent, one-sided dick duel he was destined to lose. As Alex reached for a bar of soap, water streamed down his chest, his legendary member swaying casually, as if mocking Tyrone.

For a fleeting second, Tyrone wanted to scream at the universe, to summon his powers, to open a dark dimension portal and banish this dude to the Shadow Realm. But of course, he couldn't. His powers were as weak as his pride right now.

"Finally, Nat! You took a while to answer!

Tyrone flinched as Alex raised a phone to his ear. Tyrone hadn't noticed but he had been carrying that thing here. Must have been water-proof—like that mattered. The man was now on a call, naked, holding a casual conversation like he wasn't standing there with a literal third leg out for the world to see. 

It was a woman on the other side and Tyrone swore that she called him Alex. What a coincidence. What a generic name. 

Why the fuck did this generic guy have to be so hung then? 

"You sure?" Alex said. "Okay…hm, okay. Fine."

'That better be his girl because if he's single and Tandy sees that thing…fuck, she'll leave me,' Tyrone's brain supplied unhelpfully. His insecurities were leading him down to some dark, dark thoughts. Thought that logically shouldn't have been uttered. Tandy was light itself. She would never leave him. But this damn white cock was so fucking big that any belief in her character was ripped apart by the male ego. Chicks loved big dicks. Therefore, his white girl would cheat on him for it. It was stupid, dumb, and a complete betrayal to their loyalty and bond. And yet that tiny voice in his head, that male ego of his own decreed as such. 

Tyrone stared at the shower head in front of him, pretending to shower and not eavesdrop. Alex chuckled into the phone. Tyrone decided the laugh sounded unnecessarily cocky, when in reality, it was a normal sound. 

The call ended. Then, without so much as a glance at Tyrone, Alex turned and walked away.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Every step echoed through the showers like a physical blow to Tyrone's pride.

The black male turned the water off and stood there, droplets sliding down his face like tears. Somewhere on the other side of the wall, Tandy was probably still humming. She'd ask why his shower took so long. Maybe she'd notice the far-off look in his eyes when they went to get ice cream later.

"Nothing, babe," he'd say. "Just… I'm good."

But he wasn't good.

He wasn't.

This wasn't something he'd ever recover from.

He grabbed a towel, wrapped it tightly around his waist, and slunk out of the shower like a defeated warrior. In the hallway mirror, he caught a glimpse of himself—haunted, defeated, and smaller in more ways than one.

'Damn white boys,' Tyrone thought again, shaking his head.

He got his swim trunks which were on the slab of marble in between the showering space and walked out. Fuck. This.

He went outside to the community pool and waited for his girlfriend. 

The sun shone brightly over the public pool—an oasis of splashes, shrieks, and the faint smell of chlorine. On this Earth, a more "ordinary" Earth, Tyrone Johnson—a.k.a. Cloak—felt decidedly out of his element. Which was ironic, considering the giant pool of water ahead of him.

"Ty!" His girlfriend, Tandy Bowen and her sugary voice introduced itself as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her perfectly manicured fingers ran across his chest, her boobs pressed to his back, and Tyrone felt a little better.

But only a little.

"You're holding me too tight, Tandy," he mumbled.

"I'm just happy!" she teased, releasing him and twirling out of reach.

Tyrone sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, trying very hard not to look directly at her. Tandy was wearing a tiny white bikini and it left little to the imagination. She wasn't overly curvy, no. Her body was slim and toned, her waist pinched, her hips perfectly sculpted. Her long blonde hair flowed effortlessly over her shoulders, and her legs and dat ass.

Tandy's figure was already a head-turner, but in a bikini, her curves became nothing short of magnetic. Her ass cheeks, perfectly round and sculpted, caught the light in all the right ways as she moved. The toned muscles of her legs led seamlessly up to the smooth swell of her hips, where her bikini bottom sat snugly—almost daring gravity to try its luck.

When she walked, it wasn't even intentional—her steps seemed to carry a natural sway, the kind that made people stop mid-conversation and stare, mouths slightly agape. Her own boyfriend was no exception. 

She looked good. Too good.

'She'd make a swimsuit catalog cry,' Tyrone thought. Then he blinked and focused on the pool again.

"You've been staring for two minutes," Tandy teased, flicking his arm.

"Whatever," Tyrone grunted. "Let's just swim already."

But Tandy had other plans.

Her icy blue eyes darted upward to the tall diving tower that loomed over the pool. It was massive—a three-tier monstrosity that only the bravest dared to climb. "We're going to jump from the highest plank."

Tyrone's blood ran cold. "The what?!"

Tandy pointed, grinning ear to ear. "The high dive, Ty! Come on! When's the last time you did something stupid?"

"I dunno, agreeing to this whole day?"

"Wuss."

"I'm not a wuss—"

"Wuss."

She smirked at him in that mischievous way that always won.

Ten minutes later, Tyrone found himself in line at the high dive. He tugged at his swim trunks, already regretting every decision that had led him to this moment. Tandy, standing behind him, practically buzzed with excitement.

"This'll be fun," she said, bumping him with her hip. "Look, there's barely a line!"

That was true. There were only three people ahead of them: two teenage boys, and Alex.

Tyrone frowned as Alex stepped up the ladder first. Alex.

There was no mistaking him: the most normal looking guy ever that no one should envy. Except Tyrone. 

Alex climbed the ladder and flashed a weak smile to the crowd below. His swim trunks—a bright neon green—seemed to constantly bulge with his flaccid cock. Tyrone doubted anyone but him noticed. Swim trunks did that. 

Alex was no movie star. He was a bit nervous about it. At the edge, Alex raised his arms, wiggled his fingers for effect, and leapt.

The crowd below applauded, cheering as he twisted elegantly in the air before slicing into the water.

Except—

When Alex surfaced, standing in waist-deep water and shaking his hair like a shampoo model, there was something… missing.

Tyrone blinked. "Wait. Are his trunks—?"

Tandy put a hand to her mouth. "They're gone."

And sure enough, Alex climbed out of the pool, blissfully unaware that his neon green trunks were now floating near the deep end of the pool. From Tandy's perspective, she could only see his butt. Tyrone caught glimpses of something else. His massive schlong, swaying slightly as it dripped.

"Hilarious!" Luckily, Tandy didn't see. That fucker better wear his swim trunks when she jumped down. Otherwise…

It was Tandy's turn next. Still grinning like a maniac, she skipped up the ladder in her white bikini, throwing a wink back at Tyrone. "Your turn soon, babe!"

He hated that she was having so much fun. He decided to climb with her. He was glad because he saw her ass as it jiggled and readied itself for the jump.

Ultimately, Tandy did not waste too much time. She didn't dive elegantly like Alex—no, she cannonballed. A sharp scream cut through the air before she slammed into the water with an enormous splash.

When she resurfaced, wiping water from her face, her eyes went wide.

Because there, four feet away from here, was Alex's schlong.

Tandy froze. She blinked. It swayed gently.

For a moment, time stopped.

"Oh," she breathed.

Tandy shook herself from her daze and climbed out slowly, her cheeks flushed. She couldn't stop sneaking glances at Alex's thing—still hanging like a water-soaked vine. Tyrone, having been on the ladder, was pissed. Quickly, not wasting a second of time, he went to the edge.

Down below, he saw it. Tandy was eyeing Alex and his huge. The guy didn't even notice! Nobody cared to tell him! Every man was too scared and every woman was too enamoured! And here on this plank, unless he screamed, he wouldn't hear properly! 

Tyrone jumped.

For a moment, he soared through the air—weightless and free.

Then he hit the water.

When he surfaced, blinking water from his eyes, Tyrone immediately swam in Alex's direction and signalled him. "Hey, you! Your trunks are in the deep end."

"Huh?" He looked down. Oh. Alex turned bright red, yelped, and covered himself with his hands. Not too much help when it came to hiding a monster dong. Tandy erupted into laughter and handed him a towel from the lifeguard.

"Tandy…"

As much as he wanted to complain about his girlfriend giving the towel, he couldn't because it was in character. Big or small, she helped people. That was who she was. Even if he didn't like her doing it for a hung stud. Tyrone sighed and started to climb out of the pool.

And that's when he heard it.

The snickering. The whispers.

"…wait, did he…?"

"…oh my God, him too!"

Tyrone blinked. He felt the breeze. He glanced down.

And there it was.

His swim trunks were gone.

Time slowed. The pool went silent. Tyrone stared at his own reflection in a puddle. Two inches of small black cock, shrunk by an inch by the water. A certified acorn dick with the proper colouring and all.

'No. Oh no. Oh no.'

The laughter hit him like a tidal wave.

"Aw, that's so cute."

"It's tiny! Ha!"

"Isn't he supposed to be, like, big?"

"Guess the BBC rumors aren't true!"

Tyrone's face burned hot enough to boil the pool. He grabbed both hands to cover himself as he stumbled backward. "I—uh—T-Tandy!"

Tandy was doubled over laughing. She grabbed a towel and approached him, hiccupping between giggles. "Oh my God—Ty, it's fine—"

"Fine?!"

She handed him the towel, and he wrapped it around his waist desperately.

Except…

It slipped.

The towel fell to the floor.

The crowd's laughter doubled.

Even Tandy couldn't hold it together. She tried to look apologetic, but her shaking shoulders betrayed her. "I'm—I'm sorry, babe—"

"You're sorry?" Tyrone groaned, bending to grab the towel again. Unlike Alex whose cock fucking clapped against his thighs, Tyrone's willy just stayed there. Shrunk deeper into his balls. Hilarious or pathetic, whatever you wanted to call it, it was hilarious. The polar opposite to the shock and awe Alex received. 

"Look on the bright side," his girlfriend teased, whispering through her snickers. "You are a grower, right?"

No. No, he wasn't and she knew that!

Tyrone clicked his tongue, wrapping himself up and speed-walking toward the locker rooms as the crowd howled behind him.

Worst. Vacation. Ever.

******

Ten minutes later, Tyrone sat on the wooden bench inside the locker room, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He stared at the new swim trunks he'd managed to buy from the front desk—a bright orange pair with flamingos on them. Hardly his style. 

He sighed heavily. "How did today get so bad so fast?"

The echo of laughter from outside the locker room still haunted him, and the image of the crowd pointing and jeering at him—him!—was burned into his mind. Worst of all, Tandy hadn't stopped laughing. His girlfriend had followed and giggled the whole way to the front desk and disappeared, leaving him to stew in humiliation. 

The door to the locker room creaked open. Tyrone glanced up.

Tandy was here. 

Her blonde hair was still damp from the pool, and she wore her white bikini like it had been sculpted onto her body. She practically glowed as she sauntered into the locker room—totally ignoring the Men Only sign on the door—and flashed him that familiar, mischievous grin. 

"Ty, you okay?" 

"No." 

His big-titty girlfriend pouted playfully, leaning over with her hands on her knees. "Aw, come on. It wasn't that bad." 

Tyrone glared at her. "It was that bad." 

Before she could respond, the door opened again, and Tyrone's eyes widened when Alex stepped in—toweling his hair and looking sheepishly around the locker room. 

"What is he doing here?" Tyrone asked, scowling. 

Tandy straightened, grinning from ear to ear, and grabbed Alex's arm to pull him closer. Alex looked thoroughly out of place, his slightly awkward posture and half-nervous smile making him seem more like a nerdy guy at a high school party than the towering beach god he'd been outside. 

"Okay, hear me out," Tandy began excitedly, practically bouncing in place. "Alex and I were talking by the pool, and he said he's, um… open-minded." 

Tyrone blinked. "Open-minded?" 

"Yeah," Tandy said, squeezing Alex's arm like he was some prize she'd won. "So, I invited him to join us tonight. You know, at the hotel. For some… fun." 

Tyrone's brain short-circuited. He stared at her, searching for some sign that this was a joke, but Tandy's eyes were sparkling with anticipation. She was serious. 

"You—what?!" he finally stammered. 

"A threesome, Ty! Come on, it'll be hot," she said, lowering her voice seductively and running a finger down his chest. "You and me, and Alex. You saw that cock, didn't you?"

Tyrone's jaw hung open. He looked over at Alex, who gave him a small, awkward smile and shrugged. 

"I, uh… didn't expect to end up in this conversation either," Alex muttered. "You two are, well, a very nice couple."

Tyrone turned back to Tandy, completely speechless. "You—why—no!" 

Tandy pouted and leaned in closer, her arms draping around his shoulders. "Come on, babe. Live a little. It'll be fun. You trust me, don't you?" 

"Tandy…" 

Before he could form a coherent argument, she leaned forward for her cleavage to heavily press against his chest. The thin white bikini top barely covered anything and Tyrone's resolve wavered instantly. He tried to look anywhere else, but her icy blue eyes locked onto his, daring him to say no. 

This was snow bunny mind control. Had to be. 

"This is insane," he muttered. 

"Is it, though?" his white girlfriend whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "You might like it." 

The dark-skinned groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, defeated. "Fine. Whatever. But this is a one-time thing, Tandy." 

She clapped her hands in delight. "Knew you'd come around!" 

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, uh… I guess I'll see you guys later, then?" 

Tyrone shot him a hard look. Alex smiled nervously, his hands in his pockets, and for a second, Tyrone thought he looked harmless. Just a normal guy—a little nerdy, even—with glasses perched on his nose and messy brown hair. 

Normal.

Except… 

Tyrone's eyes dropped—just for a second—to Alex's crotch, and bitterness boiled up inside him like lava. It was there. Yep, he could see it again. If one looked hard enough like he did, it was almost obvious.

Even through his swim trunks, that bulge looked impossible. A unrivalled monster that Tyrone would fail to match even if he was fully erect. It wasn't fair. Why did this guy—this random, awkward guy—have to be so… gifted? Tyrone shifted uncomfortably on the bench, his scowl deepening. 

Tandy didn't notice. She leaned down, kissed Tyrone's cheek, and pulled Alex toward the door with a bright smile. 

"Come on, Alex! I'll show you our room number." 

Alex gave a tiny wave as Tandy towed him out of the locker room, leaving Tyrone alone to stew in his thoughts. 

He dropped his head into his hands. 

"What the hell am I doing?"

It was time for the threesome to begin and he had never been so dreadful of a situation. Not even when fighting against the Hulk and Thor. That damn white boy had struck something in him that no one else had.

******

Big boobs that were jiggled in a bikini. A toned ass that was perfectly heart-shaped and curved with white bottoms. Long blonde hair with one part almost swept to the left side. 

Tandy Bowen knelt on the threadbare hotel carpet, her golden hair framing her face as she looked up at the two near naked men standing before her. Tyrone, her boyfriend, and Alex on the other hand. One a well-built young black man. The other an unassuming white male—average height, average build, with a softness to his features that made him seem almost forgettable. Almost.

Both men were still in their swim trunks.

"Mm, I think it's time we take them off," Dagger teased, hands massaging the bulges of their cocks. She was soft and circular in motion. Lovely. 

Except when she really started massaging their cocks, her gaze ended up wandering to Alex's size. She blinked, truly in shock. 

However, she chose to slide down her boyfriend's swim trunks first. There was no bounce, no presence. Three inches of flaccid cock hung static. Just three. Tandy couldn't help but smile politely as she glanced up at Tyrone. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing, pretending not to notice her comparison. Inside, though, he noticed. He felt it like a knife twisting in his gut.

Her gaze shifted to Alex next. Her hands moved faster, more eager, as she tugged at his swim trunks. When the green fabric fell away, her breath caught in her throat. 

"W-wow…"

There it was—ten inches of solid flesh, hanging heavy and thick, three times the size of Tyrone's. Tandy's eyes widened as she took in the sheer magnitude of it. Ten inches flaccid. She couldn't even imagine what it would look like fully erect.

"Goodness…" Tandy whispered under her breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch it. The contrast was undeniable. Tyrone's cock was dainty, almost cute in its smallness, while Alex's was a monstrous slab of power. Her heart raced as she stroked both cocks, alternating between them, letting her fingers explore every inch of their differences.

Talk about a huge fucking difference. 

Tyrone stood stiffly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He tried to hold onto his pride, but the way Tandy's attention lingered on Alex's cock told him everything he needed to know. She was fascinated by it. Enthralled. And why wouldn't she be? It was an impressive sight, even to him. But that didn't stop the humiliation from creeping in, gnawing at his insides like a rot.

Slowly, both cocks began to harden beneath her touch. "Ha…" Tyrone's grew to four inches, still modest but enough to make him feel slightly better about himself. 

"Y-you're good at this." Alex's, however, was a whole different story. His cock stretched across his girlfriend's widening eyes and almost brushed past Tyrone's smaller dick. 

Damn monster cock.

'Fucking hell…!'

Thirteen inches. Thirteen goddamn inches of rock-hard meat, throbbing and leaking pre-cum that glistened in the light. It was more than triple Tyrone's size and the sheer dominance of it made Tandy's mouth water.

"Y-you're…so…big…! This is…amazing…"

Tandy happily shifted her grip, adjusting her hands to accommodate the massive girth of Alex's shaft. Her strokes became more deliberate, more focused, as if she were worshipping it. Tyrone's cock, which had been receiving equal attention just moments ago, was now all but forgotten. Tandy barely glanced at it as she continued to stroke Alex's massive dick, lips parted and eyes wide.

She was happy to play with this bigger dock.

"Just…huge…," she murmured. "So much bigger than I imagined…"

Alex smiled. He was not a bad guy, not overly arrogant about it. It just was. He was big, bigger than Tyrone, pure and simple. "I'm glad."

Tandy laughed, her cheeks flushing. She leaned in closer, her tongue brushing against the head of his cock as she inhaled deeply. The musky scent of him filled her senses. She could feel Tyrone's eyes on her, watching, but she didn't care. All her focus was on Alex's cock now.

With a quick, apologetic glance at Tyrone, she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his small black cock. "Sorry, baby," she whispered, genuine sincerity in her tone. But sincerity could not stop lust and want and desire. She was already moving back to Alex, her hands schlicking down his shaft. What a huge cock. Her fingers didn't touch from its obscene girth. Smiling, thrilled, she opened her mouth wide and took him in.

The warm, wet mouth of this white chick made Alex groan. Tandy gagged, her throat reflexively tightening as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She pulled back. "Haa…you're sooo much bigger than any other cock I've had."

The only other cock she had was Tyrone's.

Twitch. The boyfriend stood there with pre-cum leaking. 

His girlfriend coughed lightly, but quickly dove back in, determined to take as much of him as she could.

Tyrone watched in silent fury as his girlfriend choked on another man's cock. Her fingers tightened around Alex's shaft, pumping the base furiously. Her lips went deeper and deeper, finally swallowing the whole cockhead. Her tongue did its thing and Alex sighed. 

Tandy's tongue game was amazing. Nothing short of a miracle and capable of making any man nut in seconds. Her tongue swept across the glans in every cardinal direction before teasing his cum hole.

She was so engrossed in the blowjob that she didn't even notice when her other hand slipped away from Tyrone's cock entirely. He was completely forgotten, left standing there with his tiny erection, useless and pathetic in comparison to Alex's massive member.

Tandy's head bobbed faster, her tongue swirling around the head of Alex's cock as she sucked harder and harder. She loved the way he filled her mouth, stretching her lips wide around his girth. It was so much bigger than anything she'd ever experienced before and the thrill of it sent sparks of pleasure racing through her body. To describe Tandy was to describe optimism, kindness, and a sense of competition.

Yes, she refused to back down.

"Fuck, Tandy, you're amazing," Alex groaned, his hands gripping her hair tightly as he guided her movements. Tyrone could only last one or two minutes. Alex was already past that. The three minute mark was about to hit.

Tandy was surprised and happy. This man could last, unlike her boyfriend. Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused, her throat working overtime to take him deeper. Her hands went down to massage his beastly balls. She could feel his balls tightening, the telltale sign that he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, wanting nothing more than to taste his load. Tyrone's presence faded further into the background, his small cock pulsating and dripping with pre-cum.

But what could he do? He stood there, powerless to do anything but watch with his four incher.

"Mmmppph~! Gshhhhkkk~!"

Meanwhile, his girl choked on a thirteen inch cock. She was going deeper, deeper, deeper until—

"Mmph~!"

Her nose touched his pelvis. Her throat bulged with the thirteen inch cock inside her throat. The natural arch of her body as she accomplished a miraculous feat…

'Tandy…' 

This fucking white dude…

Tyrone wanted to slap that ass so badly. He couldn't, not when Alex's groans grew louder and his hips bucked. "Here it comes! Gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours!"

Tandy's lips clung tightly to Alex's cock. She was sealed. She would stay. Her golden hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful. So, so beautiful as she stood on her knees and let a man other than boyfriend cum down her throat. Alex's hands gripped her head tighter, his fingers tangling in her locks as he pumped his hips forward.

Her wide blue eyes, gorgeous blonde hair, and her utter love for big cock.

To not cum was impossible. 

Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt! Huge shotgun cumshots that filled up her throat. Already, trickles escaped from the corner of her lips. She couldn't believe it. Neither could Tyrone. 

Just what the hell were his balls made of?

Just why the hell couldn't he grab his girl and rip her away from this white boy?

Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed on, the ultimate cock already overwhelming her, and now, all this. Tandy had felt the first hot burst hit the back of her throat, followed by a torrent of semen that seemed almost endless. It filled her mouth so quickly that she barely had time to swallow before another wave came rushing in. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked furiously to keep up, but even her best efforts couldn't handle the sheer volume.

Alex's cock pulsed again and again, each spurt unleashing another flood of cum that threatened to overflow her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide around his girth, but she refused to let go, determined to take every drop.

Like some common whore.

Like her boyfriend wasn't right fucking there. 

"Oh fuck… yeah, Tandy…" Alex smiled, his balls trembling as he painted her throat white. She had always been a natural swallower. Tyrone had personally experienced it. But this…

"That's it… drain me dry…"

This was different. 

Tyrone's hands clenched into fists at his sides. Twitch, twitch. He wanted to look away, to pretend this wasn't happening, but his eyes were glued to the scene before him. The sight of his girlfriend swallowing another man's cum, her lips stretched wide around Alex's massive rod, seared into his balls.

'Why can't I cum like that?' he thought bitterly, his jaw tightening as he watched. How is she taking all of that? How is any woman supposed to handle something so huge?

Tandy's throat worked feverishly, but even her best efforts weren't enough. With a sudden, guttural groan, Alex's cock popped out of her mouth, releasing a massive rope of cum that splattered across her face. It landed on her cheek, dripping down onto her chin, while another jet shot directly into her eyebrow. She gasped in surprise, unable to contain the overflow, and streams of white liquid spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her neck and onto her boobs.

"Haah…" Alex almost lost his balance, cock wilting ever so slightly, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "That…was…amazing…"

A huge thirteen inch cock, now slightly soft. Spent. Tyrone was relieved. Finally. She did. It was done. 

Tandy wiped a hand across her mouth, smearing the cum across her lips as she looked up at him. Tyrone wasn't sure if he was imagining it but her pupils were in the sake of hearts."You taste amazing," she said in a soft tone that she had never used with him.

Tyrone's stomach churned. She sounded so genuine, so captivated by Alex's cock that it was impossible not to feel jealous. And yet, there was nothing he could do. Watching her revel in another man's size was humiliating enough, but hearing her praise it was almost too much to bear.

"Man…" Alex chuckled, reaching down to stroke her hair. "You sure know how to treat a big dick. Your boyfriend is so lucky."

Tandy smiled up at him, her wet lips curving into a seductive grin. "There's no other way to treat a cock like yours~"

And then, casually, she started jerking him off again. This sloppy, juicy beige-coloured meat fucker was immediately hard again.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! His own cock was left alone, throbbing and on the cusp of cumming. But dammit, she hadn't even touched him! 

Tyrone cleared his throat. He had to go and cool down. "I'll go get a towel," he muttered, a hand trying to cover and calm his dark, super sensitive dick.

Tandy blinked, as if just remembering he was there. She glanced over at him, her expression softening slightly. "Sure, babe," she said. That would be great."

Tyrone nodded stiffly, turning to leave the room without another word. His heart pounded in his chest as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. He hated feeling like a third wheel, but what choice did he have? His small cock wasn't enough to compete with Alex's massive endowment and Tandy's fascination with it was impossible to ignore.

When the black boyfriend disappeared into the bathroom, Tandy turned her attention back to Alex and his monster cock, her smile returning as she traced her finger through the remaining cum on the tip. "Mm, so big…and still hard…how do you do it?"

"Genetics."

"Mm." Her eyes were giving those classic fuck-me look. Smouldering, soft, and subtly sharp in what they wanted. 

Their eyes met for a long stretch of time, the air between them thick with unspoken attraction. The blonde stood up and there was only thing for Alex to do. Squeeze her ass. Squeeze those cheeks like it was the end of the world. Grip those booty cheeks while her big boobs pressed his chest. 

He didn't kiss her. They were simply close. Pressed. Hugging. 

Tandy's fingers traced slowly down his thigh, her touch deliberate and teasing as she inched closer to his balls. But just as she was about to wrap her hand around his shaft once more, Tyrone reappeared, holding a damp towel in his hands.

"Uh. Here," he said quietly, handing the cloth to Tandy. His eyes avoided hers as he tried to mask his discomfort.

"Thanks, babe," Tandy replied, taking the towel with a warm smile. She wiped the cum off her face—and then proceeded to clean Alex's cock too. 

Tyrone grimaced. He had to stand his ground now or never. His cock had cooled down and he wouldn't prematurely orgasm like an amateur. 

"Okay, so now that we're down with that—"

"Let's fuck!"

That was Tandy. Tyrone and Alex saw her bikini bottoms in the air, casually tossed aside. 

As though using her powers, she jumped onto the bed at light speed. His own fucking girlfriend spread herself out on the bed, her legs splayed wide apart, her golden hair fanning out around her like a halo. Her eyes locked onto Alex.

Only Alex, not Tyrone—not Cloak.

Cloak and Dagger did not exist in this bedroom.

It was only Dagger and the biggest cock.