“The Care Package Ch. 2” by Mucky Sod – MFT

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Sir Robert's Stories Home PageTime for the second and last installment of “The Care Package” by Mucky Sod. The first chapter was published on my blog some days ago so you may want to read that now in case you haven’t done so already. It is available here: “The Care Package” by Mucky Sod – MF.

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I met Myandra/Andy, at Killington, three winters ago. I worked there as a ski-lift operator and was part of their ski-patrol team as well. As employees, we got to ski this magnificent mountain for free. One day, I paired up with her by chance on the ski lift. We chatted for those twenty odd minutes during the ride to the top. As luck would have it, we kept running into each other through out that day on the slopes. That evening I saw her again at the Wobbly Barn, which is a popular Après-ski watering hole at the base of the mountain. We struck up a conversation which led to us becoming ski buddies that winter. I got used to running into her on the mountain and got to know her a little more.

She had a Master’s degree in Art and Literature from Berkeley University and moved to Vermont when she inherited her grand parent’s estate after her grand mother died a few years ago. Besides the big house, the grandparents also left her their hardware store. She made attempts to turn this into an art gallery but not being very business minded, she ended up using this facility more for storage than an art gallery. It was just another property she had inherited and didn’t know what to do with. She was a successful writer of children’s books, so was not hurting for money. She also taught art for some of the locals. In our conversations she told me that I had very striking facial features and that I ought to consider modeling for her students. Back then, I lived on a tight budget of a ski-bum, so any chance to make extra money was welcomed. I agreed right away.

I posed for her students, whenever she was teaching portraits. Every once in a while she suggested some semi-nude modeling and as it only involved exposing one or part of my breasts I was happy to oblige. She paid me well. I got to know some of her students and we became friends during our after-class sessions at the Pot Belly pub.

Andy was a woman of mystery. She was very secretive about her personal life. Once in a while, she would join us for drinks, but whenever personal stuff came up in our conversations, she would brush off the questions with a shy smile or a, “none of you damn business.” Whenever I asked others about her, I would get only blank looks. Once, some one said that Andy may be a lesbian, but they were not sure. Another puzzling thing about Andy was her secret trips to Cape Cod. She supposedly had friends from college who had galleries in Provincetown. Every one knew that Provincetown was popular place for artists and writers, but it was also a famous LGBT community of New England. Like everyone else I could only speculate.

My friendship with Andy grew. The more I got to know her, the more fascinated I became of her. She was a classy lady; beautiful with a lot of striking attributes. We both had similar figures, except that she was a few inches taller than me. She looked stunning in whatever she wore. There was an aura of elegance and seductiveness to her femininity. She was the kind of woman I always wanted to be. She was comfortable with herself but without the arrogance. It was easy to be around her because of the kindness she radiated when I was with her. In short, I was mesmerized by her. When we first met on the ski slopes, she reminded me of a movie star, with her long blond hair flowing behind her, as she worked her sexy ass downhill. Her confidence was very impressive and I had hoped even back then, that she and I would become friends. In time, we did. Still, there was that wall of secrecy to her. She was determined to maintain it and I never pushed past her boundaries.

She conducted her art classes in the living room of her house. The class size was small enough to accommodate everyone comfortably. I became a regular model for her sessions. One day I arrived at her place to discover that all her students had cancelled for that day’s session.

“I will pay you for your time, of course, Margo,” She said. “It’s not your fault.”

“Thanks, Andy,” I said politely. “But you don’t have to do that, you know. I would hate to take any money without working for it.”

“I have an idea, Margo,” she said with excitement to her voice. “How would you like to model for me? I have been meaning to use you for my stuff. We just never got around to it yet. Why don’t we try some sketches today?” Then she paused, “But, Margo, sweetie, I have to be honest with you. My specialty is nudes. Tasteful ones, of course. I don’t do porn!”

“Really?”

“Really what?” Andy asked in a matter of fact manner, “Really, that I want you to pose for my nudes or really, that I don’t do porn?”

I laughed shyly and said, “You know what I mean. But really I have no objection as long it’s for you. If you are OK with that, so am I. I hope my body is not a disappointment.”

“You have a lovely figure, Margo,” she said. “Besides, nudes are not always about lithe bodies. A lot of old masters painted fat, chubby women. You are definitely a cut above.”

She told me that sketching was her best kept secret. She could sketch nudes with her eyes closed. She said that she could knock off several sketches in one session and hoped that today was one of those days. Of course, I was willing to cooperate anyway I could.

“You will have to tell me what to do. I have never done full nude modeling before. I trust you, of course.”

“Well that’s a good start,” she said and went about getting ready while I went to the bathroom to change in a robe. I had seen some of her magical works, hanging all over her house so I knew she was talented.

While I was undressing, I kept thinking to myself, Wow, to be sketched by Myandra Bentley! That too, in the nude! I was bubbling with excitement when I came back to where she was waiting for me.

“We’ll only do some charcoals today, if that’s ok with you, Margo,” she said.

“You are the boss. Just tell me where to sit and what you want me to do.”

She went to work immediately. I sat sideways for the first sketch. She wanted me on a stool with my bathrobe over my thighs and legs. One of my breasts and the side of my face was being sketched. She hardly spoke while working. The first sketch took just half an hour.

“OK, this one’s done,” she announced. I changed position for the next one.

“Can I see it?”

“Nope! Not yet.” She replied abruptly. “I will show you everything when I am done. Don’t worry; you will see yourself in your naked glory at the end. Trust me.”

She went back to work. I wore the robe up to my waist so that my legs were visible for the next sketch, which took longer than the last one. More sketches followed as she kept drawing. I changed positions and revealed more and more of myself for every new sketch. She worked frantically, stopping briefly to sip some juice and then going back to work. I was allowed short breaks in between each sitting. Finally when she was done with the sketches of me in the robe, she said she was ready for full nudes. Up until this point, I thought nothing of what I was doing with her today. It was work, and just art, for art’s sake. But when the robe came off, I became aware of my nudity. I also realized that I was doing it for someone I had secretly admired. I became acutely aware of this.

I was told to turn around and bend over, holding the stool so she could do my back side. She said I had the perfect ass for sketching. This made me blush. I was sure that my vagina was protruding out from in between the cheeks of my ass. I wondered how she was drawing this part of my body. I felt a tingling between my legs. I was actually a little turned on. The thought of someone like her, sketching my most private parts like this, excited me. I definitely felt the moisture between my vaginal lips. I hoped that she wouldn’t notice this from where she was.

After this sketch, she told me to wear the robe again but keep it open. I had to lean back on the stool, my legs stretched out, feet on the floor, holding the edge of the stool from behind. My body was sprawled out, so that the robe hung on my shoulders behind me and I was totally naked at the front. We did not break in between these two sketches. She didn’t want to lose the momentum. We had been working for nearly four hours by now.

I was aware of the excitement the previous sketch had caused. I distinctly felt the wetness inside my vagina. I feared that I might start dripping as I parted my legs and exposed my pussy in this pose. I worried that she would see this. I didn’t know why I was getting so turned right then. It never occurred to me that I might want to be with a woman. I was very impressed with Andy, but up until now, I never imagined being with her in a sexual sort of way. So it was quite embarrassing that my cunt was oozing, while she sketched me. It was not because I was physically attracted to her at this point but perhaps, it was the freedom I felt at that moment. My naked body, spread open for her, made me feel very sensual. I felt in control but I felt like losing control, and especially, to her. It was not planned. It was all new to me but still, I was interested to see where this would go. I trusted Andy implicitly. Up until now, the trust was more plutonic than sexual. So I tried to keep sexual thoughts out of my head at the time. But it was not easy. I kept imagining her dominating me. I was enjoying the thought of her controlling me. No words were spoken but I felt this invisible desire deep down. I also felt comfortable enough to finally ask her something which had been bothering me for a while.

“Andy, is it true what some people say about you?”

“Oh?” she said, without looking up. “What do they say about me?”

“Andy?” I said and paused, “Are you a lesbian?”

She stopped abruptly and looked at me. Her expressions were very cold. She went on staring at me.

“I hope I didn’t offend you, Andy? I am sorry. I was just curious.”

Still no response. Just that stoned cold expression.

“What?” I said nervously. “Can’t you speak and say something please?” I grinned nervously. “Oh man, I am not offending you, am I? Andy? I did, didn’t I?”

And then her smile returned. There was sneakiness to her smile too.

“Tell you what,” she said, “hold your thoughts and let me finish first. I am almost done here and then we can talk about all that stuff, OK?”

She went back to work. I remained quiet after that. She became very busy putting the final touches to this sketch. Finally she said out loud, “And, Voila! We are done!”

She picked up the completed sketches and walked toward me. I was about to stand up and cover myself with the robe when she spoke in a commanding voice.

“No, don’t!” she said loudly. “Leave that open. I want you exactly where you are. I want you to stay just like that so I can show you what I have done with your beautiful body.” And she showed me all her sketches. One, by one.

“Wow,” I exclaimed when I saw myself in the nude through her eyes and her charcoal. She had turned me into a seductive vixen. When she showed me the one where I was bent over the stool with my backside to her, my jaw nearly hit the floor. She sketched my back side and my vagina in a very tasteful, but extremely erotic manner. She captured the excitement I had felt at the time too. She was very detailed in the way she sketched the cheeks of my ass and my vaginal lips as they opened from behind me. I don’t know how she managed to do this with charcoal but she distinctly created a little wetness oozing out of me too. Suddenly I became wet again.

“You were excited, weren’t you, Margo?” she whispered and came closer. She had a mischievous smile to her. I blushed like a little school girl.

Finally, she showed me the last sketch which she had just finished. It had the distinct characteristic of porn. I was taken a back with what I saw. There I was, sprawled out in my naked glory, holding on to the stool, the bath robe flowing behind me and my cunt lips wide open. Once again, she had drawn a few drops of juice oozing out of me.

“Now, tell me the truth, Margo,” She said confidently and reached for my bathrobe which was clinging to my shoulders. “Tell me, did posing for me excite you?”

Her hands massaged my shoulders and I became wobbly. I had my answer. She was definitely a lesbian and now she was coming on to me very deliberately. What I didn’t understand at that moment was, why was I not stopping her? If I was not interested in her physically then why was this happening? Something else was very noticeable about her too. I felt a genuine tenderness to her approach. And I wanted it to continue. I did not stop her when she bent down to kiss my lips. She still held the sketches in her hand.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me Andy,” I trembled. I was becoming putty in her hands. “I don’t know what I am doing here,”

“Shhsssssh,” She said and placed a finger on my lips. She kissed my forehead lovingly, and dropped the sketches on the floor. Her hand moved to one of breasts and she touched me. Her approach was so gentle. I was still in the same position, with my legs spread out over the stool. She moved her finger down to my vagina and touched my clit. I was very wet. I could not speak as she spread my lips, and penetrated my cunt with her index finger. I moaned. I forgot that it was a woman who was doing this to me. Part of me wanted to run, but the other part of me begged me to stay. I felt something which was much bigger than lust. I felt it in my core. I wanted her to continue and have her way with me. If she was a Lesbian then so be it. She finger fucked me slowly. Her thumb found the nub of my clit and sent electric shocks to my spine.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” I moaned and held her hand tightly. She inserted another finger. I was creaming on her fingers. She touched me skillfully. Only a woman would know how to please another woman like this. I leaned back on the stool with my eyes closed and waited for the explosion which was on its way. I could sense this. This was pure skill of an artist. She knew what I needed at that moment and she was giving it to me. The flood of emotion and pleasure finally broke from deep with in me. I held her hand tightly and then with one last thrust of her finger I exploded on to her hand. I don’t squirt very often, but that day, with her fingers inside me, I lost control and came all over her hand. It was a pure and beautiful moment. It felt so perfect and so right.

“Oh dear god,” I sighed when I opened my eyes. She stood above me. Her finger was out of my pussy and she was stroking my hair lovingly. “Oh god, Andy, thank you! I don’t know what else to fucking say to you right now. I am just, so, so ,” I was lost for words.

“You needed it, baby,” She said and helped me with the robe. She caressed my face like a mother does to her baby. “Sweet Margo, Sweet, sweet Margo. You are so beautiful and so sexy. I enjoyed making you smile. Very much.”

“Wow,” I smiled, “My first finger fucking by a woman!”

“Is this how you imagined it would be?” She asked coyly.

“Better,” I smiled. “So, am I supposed to do something for you now? I am sorry; I am not sure what we are supposed to do next, Andy. I have never been with someone like you before. I don’t want to seem selfish or anything, you know.” I was very nervous.

She smiled and pulled me up to face her. She held my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Do you trust me? I mean really, really trust me?”

“Of course,” I said. “After what just happened here? Of course I do, Andy. Why would you even ask?”

“What do you think happened here, Margo?” She asked. “Why did you allow me to touch you like that? Do you remember what you felt at that time? I don’t mean the lust part, what else happened? I have to be sure, you know!”

“I don’t know,” I tried to explain. “But yes, you are right; it was not just the lust. There was something else. I guess I have been attracted to you all this time and didn’t know it? I am so in awe of you, Andy. It was not lust. May be an admiration? I am not sure how to explain. It’s not your stunning looks or your sexy personality. It’s the person that I know you are, that overwhelms me? I think I wanted that person to touch me but didn’t know it. I wanted Andy, the incredible human being that you are, to feel me. So, yes, I think that’s why it got as far as it did. And honestly? I don’t care if you are a Lesbian, I like being around you even if we never do this again. Does that explain things?”

She stood looking at me and smiled. She said nothing.

“What?” I asked. “Fucking say something already!”

She took my hand and said, “Come with me. Let’s take this upstairs.”

With my half opened robe flowing behind me, she led me up the stairs to her huge bedroom.

“Very nice, Andy,” I said when we entered her bedroom.

“I will love you today like you have never been loved before, if you will let me, Margo. But only if you want me, to want you.” There was that controlling voice of hers again.

“Sounds like you have been planning this for a while, huh?” I chided her.

“Not at all,” she replied. “These things are supposed to happen when they happen. No one can plan this. I am not a big fan of seduction.”

She kissed me on the lips and held my hands. It was that soft gentle kiss of a woman. I liked the feel of her lips on my lips. She was so feminine and so elegant. She slipped off the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I stood in front of her, completely naked again. She stepped back and took off her smock. She had not been wearing a bra underneath. I saw her breasts for the first time. They were beautiful. She had small, perky nipples. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, but her nipples were so much sexier than mine. I went on staring at her tits. She saw this and took one of my hands to her breasts. I felt another woman’s breasts for the first time. She still wore her Pirate pants which hung just below her naval. She had an amazing body. Her flat belly was tighter than mine. She was very athletic and I couldn’t wait to see the rest of her but I didn’t want to rush things. I was enjoying her lead.

She moved her head down to my neck and planted soft kisses all over my neck and then slid down to take one of my breasts in her mouth. No man that I know could do this as skillfully as she did. She suckled on my nipple while her hand played with my other breast. She tried to take my entire breast in her mouth and it drove me crazy. I started to moan with pleasure. She took her time with each breast. Switching back and forth with her mouth and hand and then flickering her tongue over my erect nipples. This drove me insane with pleasure. I kept stroking her hair and breathing into her ears. I bit her ear lobes and heard her moans. The more she sucked my breasts the more my love juices gushed out of my pussy. My cunt was on fire. My juices flowed out of me uncontrollably. She knew all the right moves. She was the master of making love to another woman. Eventually her tongue snaked its way down to my belly button. She was down on her knees in front of me now. I felt helpless at not being able to do anything. I wanted to touch her and hold her too, but she was determined to be in command. I kept caressing her long blond hair from above.

“Your have beautiful skin,” She said and licked her way downward. “I like the taste of your skin, Margo. I hope you don’t mind that I want to have you first? We will see what follows. OK?”

I didn’t say a word. I was swooning with excitement. My cunt was steaming with excitement. I knew it won’t be long before her tongue finds its way down in between my legs and plays with my clit. I ached for this. She caressed my naked skin with her hands and her tongue as she moved downward. She was on her knees when she parted my legs apart. Her hand went behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me toward her mouth. My juices leaked out of my pussy and trickled down to my thighs. She licked my thighs and tongued her way up to my crotch. She found the bottom part of my soaking wet pussy and licked her way up. I felt shivers all over my shaking body as her tongue went up ward through the open slit of my wet cunt. I felt her darting upward, heading toward my excited clit. When she arrived there, she deliberately circled my nub to tease me. A desperate moan escaped my lips. Eventually, her lips covered my throbbing clit. I screamed as she started to milk my little erection. I shuddered with pleasure. My entire body shook and then just like what happened downstairs, I came again. It was more like I gushed than just cum. I had never lost control so quickly like this before. Then to have two orgasms in matter of minutes was something I had never imagined I could do. I screamed loudly when I came. She continued to lick me, and while still on her knees, she moved around me. She commenced licking the underside of my ass in a very slow and erotic manner. She worked her way up my back side and slowly stood up behind me in such a way so that our asses were touching each other. She was still wearing her Pirate pants and I was completely naked.

She took my hand and while facing away from me, turned me around so that I was hugging her from the back. My nipples brushed against her bare back. She folded my arms around herself and let me hold her. I smelled her hair and her flowery perfume. She dropped her head into my neck. I moved down to kiss her lips. I took that as a signal to take the lead and do something for her now. She looked up at me and smiled.

“You still like me?” She asked. “Me, the person?”

“Of course,” I said and kissed her again. This time I tongued her mouth and tasted her properly. I had never kissed a woman like this before. That too, with such intensity as I was kissing her right then. It felt so natural.

“I believe you,” she said and took my hands to her breasts.

I planted kisses to her neck, still standing and holding her from behind. I blew hot air in her ears and kissed her shoulders. She was so beautiful and so feminine. I played with her breasts and her tiny nipples with my fingers. I felt really close to her at this tender moment. She moaned and took one of my hands. I knew what will happen next. I was fully prepared for the first time I will touch another woman’s pussy. I couldn’t wait to feel hers. So I let her lead my hand downward into the elastic band of her Pirate pants. She kept letting me stroke her Pubic area. She was completely shaved. Then suddenly I felt something and froze. Andy had a cock.

“What the….” I started to say but I didn’t get to finish.

She turned around, with my hand still inside her pants, still holding her penis.

To say that I was breathless from a major shock at that particular moment would be the understatement of a lifetime. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I was not prepared for this. Part of me wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Had I been set up by Andy? It was very awkward but for some reason, I was not angry at Andy. There was a comical aspect to this too.

“I am sorry, Margo,” Andy said in a sincere voice. “I should have told you before it got this far. But, honestly, I didn’t plan this. I am sorry. Do you feel cheated? I swear that was never my intention. You said you trusted me, remember?”

“Yeah, may be you should have told me this,” I said as I tried to control a laugh. “I got to tell ya, Andy, what a fucking surprise!”

“We can stop right now and pretend this never happened. And I am truly sorry, Margo,” she said as she stared into my eyes.

Ironically, while all this was going on, I was still holding her erect cock.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said out loud. “After all this? I don’t want to stop. I want to see it. I have never seen a ….wait, what do they call you then? I am not even sure. A he-female? A she-male? A Tran? What already?”

“Mostly a chick with a dick,” she smiled.

“A very beautiful chick with a dick,” I laughed. “Except, I haven’t seen the dick yet.”

To me she truly was a beautiful woman, despite her cock, which I was still holding in my hand. My horniness disappeared for a brief moment but my curiosity kept me interested. She had, after all, taken a big risk to reveal this aspect of herself to me. So I continued to hold her cock like it was my prized possession. Judging by the way it felt, it was not a small cock either.

“This has to fucking come off,” I screamed and yanked down her Pirate pants. The ruffled pleats of her pants had hidden her erection rather well despite the fact that she had not worn any underwear.

I stood back to look at her properly. In front of me stood a beautiful woman, with the sexiest feminine features; that long mane of her golden hair, and her fantastic tits, her flat feminine belly, those long legs and a perfectly shaven crotch and a very proud and erect cock. It was about seven inches long with a pretty good girth to it. If I didn’t know any better, as I did now, I would have sworn it was a man I was staring at from waist below. Without, of course, the sexy legs. And she had a pair of legs to die for too. “Holy shit! Holy fucking shit,” was all I could say at that moment. I could not stop smiling too.

“So, this is your secret, huh.” I said to her. “This is the reason why you are so quiet about your personal life?”

“Well, not too many people are receptive to such bizarre acts of nature, you know,” she said and smiled. “Not everyone is open-minded as you are, Margo. I had a feeling that you might be. But quite honestly, I had no idea that you have never been with a woman before. That one was bit of a surprise for me.”

I pulled her close and caressed her golden hair. “But you went for me anyway,” I said sarcastically.

“I took a risk only because you asked if I was a lesbian.”

“Ok so now what should we do, Andy?”

“We do whatever comes naturally,” She said. “Do you want to be here with me still or are you turned off, totally?”

“Are you able to fuck a woman with this thing?” I asked coyly. I was already stroking her cock.

“I can be with a man and a woman. I can do both. But ultimately it’s the person that counts, remember?”

“Well, in that case,” I said confidently. “This could be start of something beautiful. I want to be with you Andy. You, the person, above anything else. I have developed a crush on you obviously or I don’t think we would have come this far. And this does not turn me off. In fact, this becomes easier. That is, if you still want me around, of course!”

“Silly girl,” she smiled. “Of course I want you around.”

“Well that settles it,” I agreed, smiled and looked at her cock again. I was still stroking it. I couldn’t wait to have it in my mouth.

“Margo, tell me why do you think this becomes easier?” she asked.

“I get to have you as a man, and as a woman. And the way you touched me today as a woman, no one has ever done that to me before. So yeah, for me this is much easier. I get to have it all.” I told her and added, “What about you though?”

“I like it that we are here,” she said very lovingly and added, “Together! Does that answer your question?”

It did. We moved over to the bed.

We made love during that afternoon and into the evening. She was a great kisser. My lips became puffy from all the kissing we did that day. I could not get enough of playing with her tongue inside my mouth and rubbing her breasts as we kissed. This was a new experience for me and I fell into the role instantly.

When she finally fucked me with her cock, there was a special tenderness to her technique. Guys are not so tender when they are fucking. Andy was something else. She was very gentle when she entered me. The first time it felt awkward and she sensed this.
“Think of me as the lesbian you always wanted to fuck, except that this lesbian comes with a permanent strap-on!”

“What a beautiful strap-on you have too,” I said to her and inserted her cock inside me.

It was impossible not to adore her cock. I kept touching it throughout the time we were together. I also got to suck her. She tasted a little different from the men I have had in my mouth. Letting her cum in my mouth was a special treat for me. It was my way of paying tribute to her trust. When she fucked me from behind I felt the length of her cock hitting the bottom of my pussy. I experienced an amazing orgasm with that position. When she fucked me Missionary position I was able to play with her tits and watch her from below. She was an intense lover. I was very surprised how quickly I made the adjustment of being with someone like her sexually. I guess my inner demons, this crush that I apparently had for her, woke up and saw me through this new transition. The emotional attachments were very strong.

Low and behold, after this first time, I started seeing more and more of Andy. Later she asked me to move in with her and make our relationship more permanent. There were no needless pressures on each other. In time, everything fell into place quite nicely. We turned her so-called art gallery into a café for me. I always wanted to put my Business degree to good use and Vermont was the perfect place to do this, without the corporate bullshit I had left behind to become a ski bum. It was the best of both worlds. She had more time to write, paint and promote her work. I had something permanent to call my own. We complimented one another rather well. And the sex was awesome too.

In many ways, we had an open relationship. She and I agreed that Andy, despite having this beautiful cock, would want hard body of a man every now and then. So she was free to explore whenever such opportunity presented itself. I too had a similar freedom, even though I hardly took advantage of this privilege. Having my ways with Antoine was probably one of these isolated incidents where I went for a male body in such ferocious manner. Andy made her runs to Provincetown and did her thing every now and then with other Transgender and or gay men just for a little variety. We could talk about this without any jealousy between us. We both knew and respected our limits. I became very comfortable with our situation and was not ashamed to talk about it when asked. The whole town assumed that we were a happy lesbian couple. They didn’t know that Andy had a dick too. Andy didn’t want the whole world to know this. So we kept it that way.

I sat at the counter of my café, thinking about all this today, because Andy called this morning and was coming home today. Up until now, I had not said a thing to her about Antoine. How he and I had been fucking our brains out while she was gone. I could not hide Antoine from her for ever, obviously. Andy and I had an open relationship and we were always honest about everything. I laughed when I thought what a shock it will be for her when she finds out. Especially, since she specifically told me not to dip into this particular jar of honey. But the fact was, I did. I had my ways with Antoine. I knew that she would be OK with it, but still, it played on me. I wanted to break the news to her and tell her everything when she was home.

Another thing which occurred to me was that Antoine never asked me about my relationship with Andy. I was too busy fucking him and using his hard body until now. I had to tell him. So I took him aside and told him about me and Andy. Surprisingly, he was not judgmental. He smiled sheepishly when I told him. Of course, I left out the detail about Andy’s cock. He probably thought we were just two lesbians in love. I also made him promise not to tell Andy anything about what he and I had been up to. I wanted to be the first one to tell Andy. Antoine smiled again and this time I noticed it was not an innocent smile. I didn’t think much about it at that moment.

The moment I heard Andy’s car pulling into the driveway, I ran to meet her. We kissed passionately. “Damn, I have missed you, sexy girl,” she said.

Antoine walked toward us as well and Andy kissed him on the cheek. “Hello Handsome. Has my friend been keeping you busy? You look good, Antoine. All well with you?”

“Yes, Margo has been a great host, Myandra.” He said in a polite whisper. “It’s great to see you again. May I help you with your stuff?”

“Yes, thank you darling,” Andy said. “Be a dear and put all the art shit in the garage and then if you don’t mind, bring the suitcase up to the bedroom, please!” Then she turned to look at me, “I assume he has been up to our bedroom, Margo?” She winked.

“Are you nuts?”

“Uh huh,” was all she said and grabbed my ass. “I still want to see our bedroom. I want some of this baby. I have missed you so much.”

We held hands tightly and walked to the house. We were nearly at the door when she turned around, called out to Antoine and started to walk back to the car. But first she turned around and shouted at me, “Go ahead, Margo, I will be right there. Let me have a word with Antoine. There’s something I have to tell him about my stuff.”

I said nothing. I waited at the door and watched as Andy strutted her sexy ass toward Antoine. I saw them talking, but couldn’t hear anything. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her face, but I distinctly remember Antoine with the same sheepish smile of his again. When they were done she turned around and walked back to me.

“You still here?” she smiled and took my hand in hers again. She kissed me once more.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Oh nothing,” she said casually. “I wanted to tell him what to do with my stuff and then we got to talk about our mutual friends on the Cape. They told me to say hello to him. I told you, the kid is very likable everywhere. You know the usual gossip?”

We were inside the house and could not stop hugging each other. I had truly missed her presence when she was gone. I could tell she had too. I could feel her erection when we French kissed. She was very horny to see me.

“Oooh, my baby is hard. Happy to see me, are ya, bitch?” I whispered to her in between our kisses. “I am ready too,” I said, “Let’s go. I want to ravish you now.”

I didn’t expect her to agree but she did. We went straight to our bedroom while Antoine was unloading the car. I couldn’t wait to grope her. I kissed her hard on the mouth the moment we walked in the bedroom. I started to undress her.

“Hold on there baby doll,” she protested. “What’s the hurry?”

“Not a moment to waste,” I said and took off her bra. I started to suck her nipples and heard her moans.

“Let’s do this on the bed, Margo,” She cried

We ended up in bed and pulled off the covers. She had my top off and unclasped my bra with one hand while the other hand found the top button of my jeans. She slid that hand inside me and found my opening. I was soaking wet. We went on kissing and getting hotter and hotter for one another. Then suddenly Antoine walked in on us. I had left the bedroom door open and he saw us kissing while we were propped up against the pillows on the bed. Andy stopped and looked at Antoine but made no attempt to cover herself. Her tits were visible for anyone to see. I was shocked but Andy wasn’t.

“Come in Antoine,” Andy said. “Come in and watch the action. Have you seen two women together before, sweetie? Does this make you excited?”

Antoine said nothing. Just that shit eating grin of his.

“What’s the matter with you?” I hissed at Andy.

“Oh don’t worry, honey. He is old enough,” She said ignoring me and then looked at Antoine, “Aren’t you Antoine? You like this don’t you, huh?”

Antoine was still quiet, but it was impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his crotch.

“Why don’t you sit down on the chair and watch, Antoine?” Andy said to him. “You like to watch, right? Don’t be afraid honey. Take off your pants if you feel like.”

As if on cue, Antoine went for his zipper and took off his pants. Andy turned to look at me. It was at this moment, I though that perhaps I ought to tell her about Antoine and I, but I couldn’t. Everything happened so quickly. I had not expected him to get undressed so fast. Our faces were turned toward Antoine, who was about to take off his underwear, Andy and I ended up whispering to each at the same time, “Wait till you see the size of….”

We stopped and stared at each other I knew right then the joke was on me. Now I understood why Andy had left me at the front door to go back and talk to Antoine just a while ago. To set this up! It was also obvious now that she had seen him naked before I did. She knew how huge his dick was. What else did she do with him? I wondered and smiled.

“I saw him modeling at the Cape. That’s how I know. The kid was quite the hit.” Andy said and grinned.

“You only saw him model?” I pouted. “Just that? Nothing else?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” she said. “Can we fuck now? I don’t care if he is watching I want you, and that’s all I know.”

We resumed our lovemaking. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I wanted to undress Andy urgently because I was still wondering if Antoine knew about my Andy’s cock. By the time we got down to Andy’s underwear, Antoine was totally naked and was stroking himself. I saw him obediently sitting away from us in the chair. He was watching us very intently. When I pushed down Andy’s underwear, I was expecting the shock. But it never came. It became apparent that even Antoine kept secrets from me. The sneaky bastard obviously knew about Andy and his dick. After that, I burst out laughing at my own naivety. It felt so stupid all of a sudden.

“What’s the matter?” Andy protested as I stroked her cock.

“Oh nothing,” I said, “I want this thing inside me. That’s all I care about now.” I said and quickly straddled her. I inserted her cock inside my pussy and plopped down on her. I had missed her and I had missed her cock. Even though I had been spoiled by Antoine’s massive penis these past few days, but I had missed my tender lover very much.

It turned out Andy had missed me too. She grabbed my breasts and sat up to suck them. Her hunger for my tits was apparent. I rode her cock. She moaned and I had a feeling she was going to cum very soon. My back was turned to Antoine so I could not see what he was doing. But Andy could.

“Oh the poor thing,” Andy whispered to me. “Let’s not disappoint him, Margo.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Andy pulled away from under me and went over to Antoine. She brought him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. She told me to straddle him. When I did, she took his massive cock and inserted it in my soaking wet pussy. I was already familiar with this enormous tool. This position reminded me of the first time with Antoine in the bathroom. I wasted no time. I had no idea what Andy had in mind but was very willing now.

“That’s it beautiful,” Andy whispered to me. “Feel him inside you. Isn’t he just so fucking beautiful? Just look at him. Isn’t he just so fucking delicious?”

She stood next to me and offered me her cock. I was very happy to oblige. She held my head lovingly as I slurped on her cock and tasted my own pussy juices on his dick. Slowly our pace quickened. Antoine who had not said a single word yet, moved under me. He pushed his pelvis upward and made slow moves to fuck me from below. I licked Andy’s cock. She moved away from me abruptly and went to our bed side table. She opened the drawer and pulled out the tube of lube. She was bent over Antoine’s head as she reached for the lube. He turned and took Andy’s cock in his mouth. I was mesmerized with what I just saw. I had never seen a man suck another cock before. It was so hot to watch this.

Andy changed position. She moved her leg over Antoine’s face and straddled his mouth as she faced me. She still had the lube in her hand. She lay over Antoine’s body, facing away from him and began licking my clit while I rode Antoine’s cock. In the mean time, Antoine resumed sucking Andy’s cock. My eyes were open wide. I had to see everything that was taking place right now. It was such a hot moment. I pulled Andy up and kissed her hard on the lips while I played with her tits. No one was in a hurry. All three of us wanted this moment to last for ever.

Andy brought the lube playfully to my face and whispered to me, “Ready for some fun, baby?” She had a mischievous grin. I freaked out. I knew my playful Andy.

“God no, Andy,” I hissed at her from between my teeth. “You are not going to fuck him in the ass! Oh no, Andy, don’t! The poor kid!”

She giggled and abruptly pulled her cock away from Antoine’s mouth. She literally jumped off of him and positioned herself behind me in a flash. I heard her answering me from behind me. “Not him, babe. I already had him.”

I gulped.

Suddenly, I felt a handful of lube being applied in the crack of my ass. I also heard Andy asking Antoine loudly, “So Antoine, what do you think Margo wants, huh?”

“Everything!” Antoine shouted back and grinned from down below. This was the first time he had said anything. The scheming bastard. Then I felt Andy’s finger inside my ass.

I gulped again.

It was not long before she inserted two fingers inside my ass. My pace over Antoine’s cock quickened. Eventually I felt the head of Andy’s cock, being pushed inside my backdoor. She was very gentle with the initial penetration. It went in slowly. She and I had done this before but never with another man’s cock inside my pussy at the same time. I was being treated to a double-penetration.

After the initial tightness, I began to relax and enjoy the ride. This feeling of two cocks in both of my holes was amazing. It felt great. I knew that my orgasm was going to be an intense one. I felt it coming. I knew it will be a hard one. I screamed from the pleasure. I knew that both of my holes will be flooded with hot semen very soon. Just the thought of this made me moan with ecstasy.

“Are you ready Margo?” I heard her from behind. I was sitting in her lap while she fucked me in the ass. Each of her thrusts met with Antoine’s angry assaults from down below. I felt both cocks touching each other through the thin wall separating my cunt and my anus. This barrier was being crossed at a crazy pace.

“Oh god, Andy,” I screamed.

That was the cue for both Andy and Antoine. Andy grabbed my hips tightly and pounded her cock into me deeper. Antoine grabbed my tits and sat up screaming. He took my nipple in his mouth and bit it hard. I screamed with excitement. I heard their moans. They were breathing heavily. I knew the eruption was moments away. We were very eager to let go. I was sweating and heaving from the excitement. I knew it was going to happen and I also knew the orgasm was going to be very hard and powerful. We were at a point of no return. And then it happened. I screamed one last time and felt both cocks spewing out their lava into my inner depths. We were rushing for this final crescendo at the same time. And when it happened, it was paradise.

When it was over, time froze! Andy remained inside my ass until her cock softened and slipped out of me. It left a trail of wetness on the crack of my ass. I squiggled over Antoine and saw his flaccid cock slip out of my wet cunt. We rolled over and collapsed on the bed together.

That night after we sent Antoine off to his room, Andy and I were snuggled together in our bed. We were completely satiated and relaxed.

“So when did you see Antoine’s cock the first time, you sneak?” I asked Andy.

“He was at a private art show in Provincetown.” She said. “I asked around about him. Turns out the kid is bi-sexual and was making the rounds of the gay bars over there. He was quite the hit over there. I heard he did some modeling too and saw see his huge penis during one of these sessions. So I made my moves. It was easy.”

“Easy?”

“Yeah, the kid was putty in my hands,” she giggled. “Besides, he needed a place to sleep and I had a very nice room.”

“Of course,” I giggled, “The Holiday Inn in Provincetown, huh?”

“Oh you figured that out, did you?”

“So Andy, did you let him fuck you in the ass?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “Are you kidding? You are asking me this? Did you let him fuck you in the ass when you were doing him all this time? Do you see how big he is?”

I was caught red handed.

“How did you know that I would fuck him?”

“I knew you couldn’t resist.” She laughed. “Besides the kid’s a bit of an exhibitionist so I knew he would get to you. I hope it was nice. You had fun didn’t you, Margo?”

“Yes, I did,” I blushed. “I won’t lie. He was fun to be with. We fucked a lot.”

“I am glad,” she said in a sincere voice. “I am really glad he amused you, babe! I am glad I talked him into leaving Provincetown. I was worried about his safety. The place is full of freaks.”

“So when does he leave?”

“I think he will be here for a while, don’t you?” She said with a grin, “He seems very happy here. I can tell.”

“Yes, but still….” I started to say and she interrupted me.

“Listen, I got him up here for you, Margo. At least let’s enjoy him while it lasts, shall we? And after that, we will see.”

“For me?” I said. “Really? For me? This was for me? How nice!”

“Yeah, I figured you needed some variety in freaks. And that cock? That’s a freak cock, if I have seen one, baby doll. And now you have two freaks!” She giggled.

“Yes, but I love my freak. You are my favorite Freak and don’t you ever fucking forget it!”

I kissed her good night. We nodded off to sleep………………

 


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This is the first story that I have published in which a transsexual appears. I think I have said this before but, you know? I don’t believe in labels, and I hate labels applied to people. They are necessary when you run a blog and have to use categories and tags but IRL… well… I would say I am “mostly heterosexual but”. Regarding that “but”, I have my own tastes regarding erotic tales, and you know them, because the sexy stories I publish are the ones that make my engine going. Therefore I really enjoy to read sexy stories about hotwives, and voyeurism, and also with gay characters, and those with hot lesbian scenes, or bisexuals, transsexuals, a little bit of control here and there… Mmmm… Let’s say I love sexual diversity!

Thank you again, Mucky Sod, for submitting your awesome and hot story to me. Kudos to you!

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Photo: “Full on” by peasap with a creative commons license.

“Michelle” by Wifewriter – MMF

Photo: In this passenger seat you put your eyes on me...

I had always wanted to see my wife expose herself to another man, but she had always flatly refused. No matter how much I begged, reasoned, or pleaded, she said that she loved only me and that her body was something to be shared only with her husband. I respected this, sort of, but it didn’t change the fact that I got incredibly turned on thinking about her showing her body to another man.

My wife had always been very modest about her body. She seldom went to a doctor, and when she did she chose female doctors. I think this fueled my desire to fulfill my fantasy.

Finally one night, after what was probably the hundredth time I mentioned my desire to see her allowing another man to see her body, she said, “Okay, I’ll do this just once as a birthday present, but you have to make sure that it is someone we don’t know and whom we will never see again.”

She placed an additional restriction that she would expose herself, but wouldn’t allow him to touch her. I didn’t know how I would accomplish it, but at least she was considering acting out my fantasy. That night I pounded her with more than my usual level of enthusiasm as I savored the thought of her showing her body to another man.

Michelle has a great body. She is 5-2, 115#, with 34B breasts. She has naturally curly brown hair on her head, and oddly enough, thin, almost straight hair on her bush.

I racked my brain for several days thinking, almost constantly, of how I could accomplish my fantasy. I came upon the idea of going to an adult bookstore in a town about eighty miles away. I had often been propositioned there by gays while I looked at the merchandise. Certainly, I reasoned, some straight guy would be in there and want to see the real thing.

Michelle agreed to try my plan, but said she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. On the night we decided to put the plan into action, she was giving me very mixed messages as she dressed.

First, she shaved her legs and put on sexy underwear. She even asked me if I thought our mystery man would like her sexy undies. I assured her that if he was breathing, he would be impressed. Then she put on pantyhose, slacks, and a long sleeved blouse. She looked conservative enough to be going to a business meeting.

When we arrived at the bookstore it was dark and only a few cars were parked outside. I was beginning to have a sinking feeling that my plan would not work. I was further disappointed when my wife refused to go inside with me.

She said that it was my fantasy and I should go pick someone and bring him to see her. I told her that I didn’t think it would work, but she told me to go inside anyway, adding that since she wanted my birthday present to be special, she might even let someone touch her tonight.

As I walked through the store, looking at the books, I noticed a nicely dressed, older, gentleman looking at books that displayed women. I mustered up all of my courage and walked up to him and started making small talk.

I talked about everything but what I really wanted to say. After all, how do you walk up to a total stranger and say “Would you like to see my wife naked and maybe cop a feel?” It just doesn’t lend itself to everyday conversation.

Bill was pleasant and we talked about the weather and other unrelated “safe” subjects. When I mentioned that my wife was waiting outside in the car Bill’s eyes lit up and he said he would like to meet her.

Outside, we again talked about safe subjects by the car window, in the parking lot. Michelle was smiling and talked a little. Finally, Bill broke the ice by asking what we were into. I explained my fantasy to see another man with my wife, and I explained my wife’s reluctance to try this.

Bill said he would only do what we wanted to do and suggested that we find some place that was a little more private. Since we were not from the area, Bill joined us in our car and directed the way. I was getting excited as Bill directed us to a little used road on the edge of town near the old power plant.

Our car was a small compact model, and with Michelle riding on the console between us, we were shoulder to shoulder. Bill was wearing Old Spice aftershave and in the small car we could easily smell his fragrance. I could see Bill looking over my wife as I drove. We parked the car a short ways down the road. It was dark, but a full moon illuminated the interior of the car.

I put my arm over my wife’s shoulders and began unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse. As I slowly undid the buttons, I told Bill that of all my wife’s fine assets, I liked her tits the best. I gently pulled opened her shirt and exposed her sexy white bra.

Bill was watching intently and said he would like to see more. I slipped my fingers under the band of her bra and tugged it up and over her breasts. Her soft brown nipples were hard as rocks as Michelle sat quietly avoiding Bill’s and my eyes. I said, “Go ahead Bill, feel her tits.”

It was very exciting for me to allow someone to touch my wife. He cupped he right breast as I played with her left. We each rolled a nipple between our fingers, making them stand out even more.

I was loving every minute of my fantasy as Michelle stared blankly ahead while we worked on her tits. I reached down and undid the button on her slacks and lowered her zipper. As I started to slip my hand down the front of her pants, Michelle stopped my heart by pushing us both away and firmly stating, “This isn’t going to work.”

I thought I had gone too far and my fantasy was over, but as I searched my mind for the right words, my wife raised her ass and lowered her jeans. She slipped them completely off and deliberately folded them before setting them on the seat behind her. Then she let her shirt slip off of her shoulders and turned her back to me to unhook her bra. My hands were trembling as I undid the tiny hooks of her bra.

Michelle held the cups of the bra over her breasts for a few seconds in mock modesty even though we had been touching her boobs minutes before. Then she unveiled her breasts for us to see and casually placed the bra in the seat beside her. I was ecstatic!

I had exposed her the first time, but now she was exposing herself because she knew it turned me on and I am sure she was getting a thrill. Here was my ultra conservative wife, in a car, nude except for a nearly transparent pair of panty hose and a skimpy pair of white panties, showing her body to a stranger while I watched.

Michelle resumed her position of staring out the front window. Bill and I, first gingerly, and then with more gusto, began fondling her again. Soon, Bill had his hand between her legs, rubbing and fingering her pussy through her pantyhose. I was about to come knowing that only a thin layer of nylon separated Bill from my wife’s most private part.

I knew he could feel her heat through the thin material. I touched the inside of her left knee gently pulling it toward me, spreading her legs so that Bill had even better access to her mound.

Again she stopped us. Again we held our breath, as she silently raised he ass and removed the hose and panties. She was now totally naked. This is a woman who worries that someone might see through her skirt if she fails to wear the right slip under her dress who just removed her clothes in front of a stranger, knowing he would continue to touch her intimate places.

The full moon made the interior of the car quite light and I could see her dark bush clearly in the moonlight. She sat looking forward as Bill sucked a nipple into his mouth and pushed his hand back into the place it had once been between her legs.

This time, however, his hand was touching bare pussy and his fingers were moving through her thin dark bush. I knew he could feel her moist skin as his finger found the opening to her pussy. My wife was letting me watch as a stranger touched her most private place. Even though Michelle was completely naked and letting Bill touch her, I noticed that she stiffened and bit her lower lip as Bill forced his finger into her.

My wife was sitting up straight with her knees close together. Again I touched the inside of her knee and gently tugged. My hand met some resistance and she looked at me. I smiled and gently nodded as I tugged gently on her knee. Michelle drew a deep breath, smiled coyly, and spread her knees about a foot.

My wife pushed her pussy against Bill’s hand, giving him full access to her pussy and taking his finger inside her. Then she turned her body slightly toward his and pushed her titty into his face. She was giving Bill full and open access to every part of her body.

Michelle put one arm around his neck and pulled herself even closer as Bill’s finger plunged in and out of her pussy. My wife’s other hand reached for his waist and fumbled with his zipper. My wife was completely giving herself to this man I had selected only minutes before.

Bill smoothly reclined the passenger seat and positioned my wife between us. I could see her kissing Bill as she raised her knees to allow his already wet finger deeper penetration. Bill eased himself down onto the floorboard between her legs and dropped his pants while my wife worked herself back up the seat till she was far enough back that he could lick her pussy. Michelle enjoys having her pussy licked and her breathing became faster and faster until a soft moan escaped her lips.

I couldn’t stand it any more so I took my hard cock out and began to play with myself as I watch my wife give herself to another man. Bill was hard too and ready to enter my wife with his hard cock.

Bill placed his hands on my wife’s hips and pulled her down toward him on the seat. As she slid down the seat, my wife looked at me with wide, questioning eyes. Bill was between her legs so she could do little but look at me. I am not sure what she expected.

Certainly, she must have reasoned that he would want to fuck her after seeing and touching her naked body. Nevertheless, she was looking to me for approval. I smiled and gently raised her knee. Bill moved his cock slightly forward until I could see the head of his cock touching the wet opening of her cunt.

Michelle looked over at me one last time, then closed her eyes and put her arms around Bill’s neck, pulling him toward, and into her body. My wife’s mouth opened in a silent gesture as his hard cock pushed inside her pussy. She relaxed her legs and raised her knees giving him complete access to her pussy. She was now enjoying his cock and moving with him.

Each time Bill stroked forward, my wife’s legs spread obscenely wider and the breast I could see jiggled invitingly. I was treated to almost five minutes of seeing my wife being fucked. I was finally seeing what I had dreamed of for so long. I was watching my wife give herself to another man in the most intimate way she could. Bill’s orgasm was approaching and he pounded her harder and then grunted loudly as he shot his come deep into my wife’s pussy. I came in my hand.

Bill dressed quickly and we hardly spoke on the short trip back to his car. Bill thanked us and got out of the car and went back into the store. As we drove home I held Michelle tightly and told her how much it turned me on to see her getting fucked.

She said, after questioning, that she was not sure how she would feel about it in the morning, but, it felt good to be fucked by him and that doing it in the car added to her excitement. The whole thing, from the time I walked up to Bill in the bookstore till Bill spurted his seed into my wife lasted well under a half hour.

When we arrived home, Michelle headed for the shower to clean up, but I headed her off and carried her to our bed. Her panties were soaked with her juices and with his come. His come was still seeping from her slit. As I licked her dripping pussy, I knew I was tasting Bill’s come. I could smell his aftershave, and to this day, my wife is extra good in bed if I wear Old Sport.

My dick was rock hard again, but I had her tell me what she had done tonight before I mounted her and fucked her hard, depositing my load deep inside her with Bill’s. This time my loving wife came too and we fell asleep together; Happy.

 


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Photo: “In this passenger seat you put your eyes on me…” by Abigail Toribio with a creative commons license.

“Come On Me” by drscar – MMFF

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Sometimes I wonder if other people have strange but ultimately harmless things that turn them on. I mean, we all have the things that we like to have done to us, things that get us hot. It seems for guys that pretty much all you have to do is look at them and they get rock hard.

For us girls, though, it’s not quite the same. I know, I know, it’s cliche to talk about the differences between boys and girls like that, but there are differences even among women. I like sex as much as the next girl (believe me, I do!), but what gets me completely and totally dripping wet is not what I think other girls find intense.

I have one girlfriend who loves to give blowjobs. From what I understand, although I get most of my testimony from her, she’s really good at it. She gets an oral fixation to suck some guy off and has been known to have it so overpowering that she’s grabbed some guy at a party that she’s not even been introduced to and drag him off into the bathroom to suck him off.

Dangerous? Yeah. Stupid? Quite possibly. But she tells me that maybe because it’s dangerous and stupid that she gets off on it so much. She says she can come just from sucking some strange guy off in the bathroom of a party, by feeling him pulse in her mouth.

I think my own fixation – if you can call it that – is probably her fault. I mean, I like sucking dick as much as the next girl (and in some cases next to her I am the next girl, but that’s a story for another time), but I’ve never been able to come that way. Every once in a while I feel an urge, a craving, to suck, but that’s not the first thing I think of.

I guess you could say I have a manual fixation. I mean, I love the feeling of a guy’s throbbing cock in my hands. I love feeling the veins pulse and the tissue swell with blood in the palm of my hand. Just thinking about a hard cock in my hands always gets me soaked.

It was all Jesse’s fault, of course. Her libido is off the charts. I mean, mine is pretty high to begin with but Jesse makes me look like a wait-until-marriage virgin.

She came up to me at a party with a sly grin on her face. The music was too loud, and the people were too drunk.

“What?” I asked, noticing the look on her face. She had a cat-got-the-canary look, and was mighty pleased with herself.

She giggled, and leaned in close. What should have been a whisper needed to be a scream to be heard over the noise. “I did it again!”

“Did what again?” I asked, confused. Up until that point in time she had only done the stranger-grab once, and it was a few months prior, so I honestly wasn’t expecting it.

“See that guy over there?” she said, and then pointed across the length of the house to a tall, blonde looking guy, slightly geeky but still cute.

“Yeah,” I shouted back.

“He just came in my mouth,” she said. Always the one for shock value, Jesse sure knew how to get to the point.

It worked. I was shocked. “What?” I shouted, my eyes wide in surprise. “He did what?”

She laughed so hard at my reaction she almost spilled her fresh beer. “I had, you know, a craving,” she said, one finger curved across her lips in a weak attempt to looking coy. “So I grabbed the nearest guy that I liked. He was it.”

“Who is he?” I shouted. She didn’t quite hear me. “What’s his name?” I clarified.

She shrugged. “Who the fuck knows?” and laughed. “C’mon, let’s go get a beer!”

As we went towards the backyard where the keg was, we passed her blonde victim. He didn’t seem too victimized, of course, and I think there probably would have been no shortage of volunteers for victimhood for Jesse’s talents. She was, after all, cute, short, with a big rack. She wasn’t skinny, but she oozed sexual confidence that guys like.

She was holding my arm as we went towards the keg, and I tossed out the rest of my beer, which had become flat anyway. As I reached for the nozzle of the keg, I noticed Jesse making a gesture and I looked at her. She started making sucking motions on her index finger, still pleased with herself. I nearly overfilled the cup.

“I can’t believe you,” I said, but I could believe her. In fact there was a part of me that was envious that she could be so brazen, and I couldn’t. My mind started filling up with the mental image of her grabbing the hand of the blonde boy and pulling the surprised guy off into the bathroom.

The rest of the night was a blur. Jesse continued to make comments and fill in some of the gaps for me, though my imagination ran away with the thought of it as I replayed the scene in my mind over and over again.

By the time I got home I was drenched. I could feel my thong cutting into my web pussy folds with each stride and I just had to get undressed. I was drunk, horny, and my fingers started their familiar dance around my clit and inside my pussy.

My mind placed me in Jesse’s story, grabbing the blonde guy by the hand and pulling him into the bathroom. Maybe it was because I was drunk, or maybe it’s because my mind just works in strange ways, but I kept switching between different parts of the story.

The part that seemed to excite me the most was not blowing the guy, but the first part, the part leading up to the sex. I kept going back to the very first part where I grab some surprised guy who’s never seen me before.

The vision cuts back to what I’m thinking I’m about to do as I lead him to the back. Taking him out, sucking on him, then cuts back to grabbing his hand again. My mind goes completely nonlinear until I’m sucking him, stroking him, fucking him, grabbing his hand for the first time and taking him back. It’s not making any sense but I’m loving it. It’s different types of sex all at the same time.

The visions settle into a pattern, though, and the anticipation of sex becomes the true turn-on in the fantasy. As I take his hand and lead him back, my fantasy pussy gets wetter with each step. I can almost feel his cock in my hand, unzipping him, pulling him out, watching it emerge from the top of his underwear. I replay this one image over and over in my mind as my fingers slide across my wet pussy lips.

I’ve got his cock in my hand, my other hand cupping his balls. I’m stroking him off, getting ready to put him in my mouth. Over and over again my mind’s eye replays me reaching into his underwear to take out his throbbing cock.

I’m stroking him, stroking him. I get on my knees and am about to put him in my mouth when my orgasm hits me. Hard. I practically scream and instinctively put my hand over my mouth. It’s my hand that’s covered in my own juices and I suck hard on my knuckles, licking the wetness from them like a woman possessed. It’s only after I start my descent from my orgasmic bliss that I am suddenly self-conscious and a little embarrassed, but the feeling passes quickly as an aftershock hits me.

Normally I don’t think about sex all that often, and when I went about my days during the week, going to work and doing my own thing, I didn’t really have time to dwell upon this latest fantasy. But about Wednesday, Jesse called me and told me about another party on Friday night. Suddenly I was kicked into overdrive, the fantasies coming unbidden. I didn’t get any more work done Wednesday afternoon because I was so distracted.

Wednesday and Thursday night as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pussy. In some of the fantasies the guy even got to come, but the naughtiness of it, the wanton nature of the act, completely threw me into orgasmic overload. At least, that’s what I thought it was.

Friday came, and I wasn’t planning anything. I mean, I’m generally the low-key person, and really quite shy. My sex drive is probably a little higher than most women, if you go by some of the guys I’ve dated, but I’m definitely not an initiator. I like to be pursued.

Jesse came and picked me up at my place. “Wow,” she said. “You look hot!”

Her comment came as somewhat of a surprise. I hadn’t tried to do anything different. “What do you mean?” I asked, but feeling somewhat pleased by the compliment.

“Well, you’re wearing that miniskirt like I’ve told you to do. You’ve got great legs, honey. I’m glad you’re showing them off.”

I beamed. “Well, to be honest I didn’t even really think that much about it. I just put it on tonight,” I said, truthfully.

“Uh huh,” she said, not believing me.

She started talking about the clothes that she had decided not to wear, and my mind started to wander a little. Had I put on the miniskirt with some sort of subconscious desire to be more sexy? Did this mean something?

“… and I’m going to do that again,” Jesse was saying.

“I’m sorry,” I said, snapping back to the here and now. “Going to do what?”

“Nikki,” she said, a scolding tone in her voice. “What do you mean, ‘going to do what?’ I’m going to do what I did with that guy last time.”

She meant sucking his cock, and I knew that. “The same guy?” I asked. “What if he’s not there tonight?”

She shook her head. “Oh, no, not the same guy,” she said, matter-of-factly. “It’s not a good idea to do the same guy more than once. They’ll think you like them or something. All I want is his cock.”

She looked at me with a wicked smile. I laughed. “You’re so bad,” I said, grinning, but I was feeling envious too. My fantasies from earlier in the week started running in my head like a TV in the background.

“Well,” she said, her eyes turning back to the road. “I’ve had this wicked oral fixation for days now. It’s been driving me crazy!”

I knew what she meant, and almost told her that. I wasn’t ready to let her in on my little fantasy quite yet, so I didn’t say anything. She’s my best friend, though, so I knew at some point it was going to come out.

We arrived at the party and immediately went to grab something to drink. Jesse was driving, so she was using the beer more for show. A woman with a beer, she liked to say, was a sure way to attract a man.

“They think you’ve already got your defenses down,” she’d told me, conspiratorially. The spider and the fly.

Beer in hand, Jesse was already looking for her mark, and I was completely absorbed in my own fantasy. I was really regretting wearing the miniskirt because I knew that my pussy was sopping through my thong and it felt as if liquid was running down the inside of my thighs and that everyone could already tell.

What was worse, though, was that I couldn’t get the thought of taking some guy’s cock out of his pants out of my own head. It wasn’t making my situation any better.

Finally, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. “I’ll come with you,” Jesse said. This was usually the case, but I really wanted to take care of this on my own.

“No,” I said, holding out my hand to her and placing it on her arm. “It’s okay. I’ll only be a second. Let me know if you see anyone… interesting.” I gave her a quick squeeze and a smile and turned before she could say anything.

I tried to get to the bathroom as quickly as I could just so I could wipe, er, dry myself off. I finally got there and closed the door and locked it. The lock was broken, though, so I tried the best I could to make it look as if it were occupied.

The great thing about the miniskirt is that it provides incredibly easy access. I pulled up the hem and started wiping my thighs and pussy with a tissue, trying to dry it off. Unfortunately, as soon as the pressure of my fingers hit my pussy, I was electrified and I simply couldn’t stop myself.

The cotton fabric of my thong was completely soaked. I felt like a fountain with no off-valve. My fingers dove deep into my pussy and I felt them move inside me, the feeling so addictive I couldn’t stop.

But I had to. That door wasn’t locked. Anyone could…

The door swung open, and a guy walked in. He was looking down at the floor and didn’t see me until he had closed the door behind him and looked up. He was kind of cute, in a geeky sort of way, about average build. The kind of guy that would likely be your best friend, have a crush on you, do everything for you but that you’d never actually feel anything in return.

He was far more startled than I was. Completely flustered, he started trying to reach for the doorhandle behind him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off me and my treacherous masturbating hand.

“I.. I’m so…” he gulped. “Sorry,” he said quickly, and finally tried to respectfully take his eyes away from my lewd position.

Today’s your lucky day, I thought to myself. I took the two steps between us and closed the gap. I pulled his belt and brought him off balance as he took a jolted step forward.

“What…” he began, but I put a wet finger to his lips, shushing him.

I reached down again and started unbuckling his pants, sliding a hand down over his crotch to get him hard. He didn’t disappoint.

Apparently he had some more romantic, gentleman notion in his head. “What’s your name?” he began, but I put another finger to his lips and shook my head. I did not want him talking. That would ruin everything.

I started pushing my finger into his mouth and he got a clue. He started sucking on my finger with amazing expertise. It was a moment where he could have ruined the fantasy and everything could have gone south, but we’d now passed that moment and the rules had been set.

By the time I had him unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned, he was rock hard. The contours of his cock filled my palm so nicely through the jeans that I couldn’t wait to hold it.

My fingernails traced the top of the elastic of his underwear and he sucked sharply on my finger. Unfortunately, as much as I liked what he was doing, I needed both hands now.

I pulled the underwear away from his body, and reached in with my other hand, feeling carefully for his cockhead. I didn’t want to scrape him with my fingernails. I pulled him out and started stroking him. He was a nice size, average, but my small hands fit around him quite comfortably.

I looked down and saw him in my hands, and reached down to cup his balls – just like my fantasy. To my surprise they were smoothly shaven, and felt really nice against my fingertips. Normally the hair is a turnoff for me, so this was a genuine pleasant surprise.

His cock swelled in my hand, and I ran my thumb over the head which had already started leaking his pre-come. I spread it around the head which gave me just a little more lubrication, but to provide just a little more I reached between my own legs and dipped my fingers inside me.

His cock coated with fluid, both mine and his, made stroking him so much nicer for both of us. I pressed my body up to him, my thighs pressing against his. I aimed his cock at my sopping wet pussy and fucked him with my hands. He never actually was close to my pussy but the motion was unmistakable.

I started undulating my hips with each stroke of my hands, and his breathing took a dramatic turn. He was getting close and, remarkably, so was I. I wasn’t really touching myself, just moving my hips like I was fucking him, and pressing up against his body.

I had my hands around his cock and balls, squeezing, pulsing, stroking. I placed the head of his cock under my miniskirt for added effect, and it began pushing him over the edge.

“I… I…” he tried to say, but he was completely unable to get the words out. The sense of power over him was an aphrodisiac to me.

“Shhhhh,” I whispered softly, and kissed him. His hips started shaking and I felt his cock grow in my hands. I squeezed tighter and then the most amazing thing happened.

I could feel his come erupt through his cock.

But what really shocked me was my own reaction. He must have shot incredibly far, like some porn star. His cock was under my skirt so I couldn’t see what happened, but I could feel it. The first shot of his come hit my lower belly – right under the waistband of my skirt. A second shot almost immediately followed straight on my inner thigh. Both were searing hot. The last shot hit my thong patch over my pussy, right on my clit. I felt the impact and the warmth and felt a shudder run through me. My orgasm wasn’t the most powerful I’d ever had, but it was an orgasm, and I suddenly realized I was squeezing his cock very tight as I rode through it.

I released him, and kissed him again. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head. “Thank you,” I said. “Do me a favor and stand outside the door and make sure no one comes in while I clean up, ok?”

He just nodded, a very shocked look on his face. For a moment, the way he looked at me, I thought he may have believed he was in love.

As he closed the door behind him, I grabbed some tissues. The first thing I did, though, was dive my hand back to my pussy and rub it furiously.

The teaser orgasm had me primed and ready and my fingers found my folds in their familiar patterns. I came harder this time, more fulfilling as I replayed the moments of his come splashing across my pelvis. I replayed all the important bits in my head as I rode my fingers through a quick but wonderful release.

I cleaned up, washed my hands and opened the door. He was there, guarding it and I could tell he wanted to talk to me. I gave him a half smile and his shyness overcame him, and he said nothing. I quickly made my way past him and out of the house into the garden again.

It didn’t take long to find Jesse. She was in “prowl” mode, and her eyes had locked onto her next target.

“Goddamn, Nikki,” she said to me, though her eyes never left her prey. “You really oughtta try this.”

I giggled. “I just did,” I said.

She whirled to face me, her eyes wide with shock. “What?” Then her face relaxed as she thought I was kidding. “Oh, you had me going for a second.”

The grin creeping up on my face was giving me away. Once again, she did a 180. “Oh my god!” she squealed. “You did!?”

I nodded, then said, “Well, sort of. I jerked off some guy I never saw before in the bathroom.”

Her face was unreadable. “Oh, NIkki,” she said, pretending to be disappointed in me. “That’s not the same thing! You gotta feel him come in your mouth! It’s just not the same.”

I looked at her coyly, remembering the thrill I felt as his come raced through the veins of his cock in my hands. “It wasn’t that far off,” I offered.

She squealed again, and put her arm around me, kissing me on the cheek. “I knew there was a reason we were best friends,” she said, turning her attention back to her boy.

“Who is he?” I asked.

She shrugged. “No idea,” she said, as she put threw her beer out on the grass. “But I’m going to go find out.”

She left me and wandered over to the cute boy who, seeing her empty cup, promptly offered to escort her to the keg. They disappeared, and she later told me that she had blown him behind the bushes not ten feet away from the keg as other partiers refilled their cups.

The rest of the night I was mesmerized by the memory of my own boy, completely replaying the intoxicating feeling of his come splashing on my body. I’ve never been one for that – I’ve always shied away from things that were messy. But here I was, lying awake in my bed afterwards with my fingers stuffed deep inside my cunt, coming hard every time I imagined the hot come splashing on my belly, thigh, and clit.

Jesse and I became regular partigoers – even more than we had before. She started to get tired of the oral conquests and started trying to actually just find people to talk to. For my part, though, a monster had been unleashed. There were no shortage of men I could find. I didn’t let any of them fuck me, and even though I sucked some of them I always made sure that they came somewhere on me.

At first it was just on my hands. Their come would drip down my hands and cool off very quickly. Some of them would shoot a little farther and it would land on the inside of my arm. I was surprised at how sensitive that part of my body could be.

I was amazed at the differences between men, at how long some of them would take, and how quickly some of them were. The ones who only took a couple of minutes were my favorite. By the time I had allowed my libido to prompt me to do something about it I was ready for them to be finished already.

My outfits became skimpier, and I started aiming their cocks at my chest, my neck, and even my face. Their hot come landed on my cool skin and the burn electrified me. After they came, I made them finger me until I came too, becoming more insistent upon being pleasured as well. No one ever fucked me, though I confess some of the more well-endowed men tempted me. But if they fucked me then I couldn’t let my imagination run wild, which is what allowed me to come.

Then came the night that made me realize that my fantasies really could come true. Things that had gone on in my head, the dark places that no one ever shares, suddenly became real possibilities.

Jesse still had her moments when she would find a guy or two to blow at the parties. For my own participation, I had a record of jacking off four guys at a night, though not at the same time. I began to wonder what it would feel like to have all four of them at once, though. I began to think that I could come just by having a stream of men jack their cocks off onto my naked body.

My masturbatory fantasies grew wilder and wilder. They really took off when Jesse sent me an email one day with a link to one of those porn sample sites, where they have short ten-second movies. She had known about my handjob fascination for some time, and as a joke she sent me a link to five guys getting jacked off by a girl. They were standing around her, faces completely off camera, nothing but hard cocks being stroked, aimed at her naked body.

She may have meant it as a joke, but I was so turned on I set the final come shot clip on “loop” and frigged my pussy raw watching these guys come all over this girl. One shot landed on her forearm. That had happened to me before, and I could almost feel the burn. My pussy spasmed.

Another rope landed on her cheek. Another from the guy behind her hit her square on the top of the head, then shot onto her back. She held her mouth open like a target, but she didn’t look like she wanted it to really go onside. When the next rope came it landed on her lips, and she smiled.

Bang, bang, bang… She was covered! Sometimes the girls in these videos look surprised when the guys come (something that always confused me – why would you be surprised? How could you not know that was going to be the outcome?). This girl, though, was relishing every moment. Her hand whizzed between her legs as each guy unloaded onto her. Hot come dripped off her face onto her breasts, and a drip of come started to form off of a nipple.

She raised a hand to start rubbing it all onto her chest when the clip ended, and then started again. Clean girl, come on the forearm, come on the back, come on the lips…

I saved the video. Feeling embarrassed, even though no one ever would see this except for me, I created a special folder deep inside several other folders and placed it there. Over the next week I pulled it out every night and masturbated, imagining I was the girl. I wanted to be that girl. I craved to be that girl.

I was still concerned about my reputation, of course. Jesse had always found parties where we didn’t know too many people, because neither one of us wanted to be considered sluts. Of course, we were, but we didn’t want people to say that we were! I had no idea how I’d get my fantasy fulfilled.

I started thinking about going to sex clubs, or even joining a swingers site. I began thinking about whether or not Jesse could figure something out, since she seemed to always have all the angles covered. Plus, I trusted her.

As it turns out, I didn’t have to actually do anything special. For all of my planning, it turned out that sometimes things just happen without needing to force them.

As I got ready for the next party at Jesse’s house a few weekends later, Jesse came up behind me. “Damn,” she said. “You look sexy. If I were a guy I’d beg for you to hold my cock.”

I laughed. “If I were a guy, I’d beg for you to suck my cock.” She had painted her lips a dark red, “Harlot” it was called. Not for the first time, I actually did wish that I had a cock so I could watch them surround my hard flesh.

For fun, and for emphasis, I raised my finger to her harlot-red lips as I said this. Obligingly, she started sucking on my finger. To my surprise, my pussy began to quiver. She was damn good.

“And I’d do it, too,” she said, letting my finger draw away from her mouth. I could see a slight redness where the lipstick had come off. She turned away to go finish getting ready and I had a wicked thought come over me, and I put the same finger in my own mouth.

The night was sexually charged from that moment on. From the moment we got there I was on the hunt, looking for the right specimen. The crowd didn’t disappoint, as Jesse usually picked parties where there were a lot of really good looking people. I don’t know how she did it.

I found my first target of the evening. He was standing against the wall just watching the crowd with a bemused look on his face. I sauntered up to him, oblivious to the fact that Jesse was watching him at the same time.

The small talk was dull, boring. I don’t even remember what talked about. Driving tests, I think.

I took him into a back room and we started kissing. I pressed my thighs up against him and I felt his cock respond, pressing straight into my mound. I humped his cock for a little while and then dropped my hands to his belt buckle.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asked, surprised at my forwardness.

“Why bother,” I replied, “when I know what I want?”

“And what do you want,” he said with a smirk, his cock lurching free from his underwear and into my hands.

“I want,” I moaned, as I felt the heft and girth of his wonderful monster in my hands, “I want you to come all over my face and tits.”

A funny look came over his face. “Damn,” he said, throatily. “I was hoping you wanted me in your mouth.”

“No she doesn’t,” came a voice from behind us. Jesse stepped closer to us. “I want to put you in my mouth. She wants you to come over her face and tits. Think you can handle both of us, sport?”

I was so stunned I couldn’t even manage a smart comeback to the way she called him “sport.” For his part, all he could do was nod dumbly.

Jesse came over and looked down at his monster cock in my hands. She looked at me and smiled. “Looks like you have a cock to fuck my mouth with, sweetie.”

The ramifications of what she was suggesting came to life in my pussy. I felt my stomach jump into my throat and I smiled back.

Jesse got to her knees, and opened her mouth. Her painted lips opened to reveal a wet, waiting and willing tongue. I angled his cock (what was his name again?) towards her mouth, and the head slipped just inside. She closed her lips around his cock and I saw his knees buckle slightly. She must have been phenomenal. A crazy thought flashed through my head: maybe she’d teach me someday.

I still had both hands wrapped around his cock and feeding him into Jesse’s waiting throat. As I pumped him into her mouth, my fingers came up to her soft lips. The difference between his hot, throbbing cock and the softness of her lips excited me.

The way I was standing made it difficult on my wrists, so I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, but bringing my hands down to stroke his balls with my left hand and his cock shaft with my right, still feeding him into her mouth.

Jesse was truly amazing, though. I peeked around this guy’s body and watched her take him in effortlessly. Her full lips must have been made for doing this. From my vantage point it wasn’t difficult to imagine it was me fucking her mouth with ‘my’ cock.

Looking for some release, I started pressing my pussy into this guy’s ass and found that between my hands in front and my pelvis in back, I had complete control over his cock sliding in and out of Jesse’s mouth. I pulled back with my hands and allowed him to remove his cock from her mouth, and was delighted to feel him offer no resistance. He was playing along and willing to let whatever these two hot and horny sluts wanted to do with him. Good boy.

He wrapped his arms behind him and started groping my back. It was awkward and futile, but it did give me a better ability to see. I took my left hand from his balls and put it on top of Jesse’s head. She moaned in assent and I started pushing my hips forward, driving my cock deep into her throat. I watched his cock disappear completely, and lost my cool.

I gripped her hair in my left hand and started fucking my pelvis backwards and forwards, bobbing her head on his cock as if it were my own. I could feel the building pressure between my legs with each thrust. I knew I couldn’t come this way but controlling both Jesse and this guy was all the aphrodisiac I needed.

Jesse had her own hand whisking away at her pussy and was practically screaming around this guy’s cock. His thighs started to flex and his hips bucked involuntarily; my experience giving guys hand jobs told me that he was aiming to find the right rhythm to let his orgasm fly. I wished I had an extra hand so that I could continue to squeeze his balls and milk him in tandem with my other hand sliding up his shaft.

Pulling Jesse’s hair I managed to make her deep throat his cock all the way until my fingers were pressed against her lips at the base. I could feel her sucking motion, and wasn’t sure if she was trying to get my fingers inside her mouth at the same time. She seemed completely lost in her horniness. I pulled her head away and then made him deep throat him again. His body quivered and his hands pulled me against his back in a desperate attempt to sandwich himself between us.

“I’m gonna…” was all he had a chance to say. I pulled Jesse’s head off his cock until her open mouth was resting at the tip and I started stroking him with my hand. Jesse had had her fun now it was my turn.

I love the feeling of a man’s come shooting through his shaft as my fingers squeeze him, and I knew that the tighter I squeezed the farther he would shoot. Suddenly I wanted to see this guy rocket his load all over my friend’s face. I had started off by wanting him to come over my face and tits, but now I wanted to see Jesse covered instead.

Holding her head steady in place, I whacked this guy off aiming at her face. She held her mouth open, unable to move any closer. I knew she wanted to suck it out of him, but I wanted her slightly frustrated. I had other plans for her.

I watched her place both hands on this guy’s thighs, and clenched her eyes tight and screamed around his cockhead. I could feel the heavy breathing through her nose against my hands, wet with her saliva as they were. She had told me before that she could come just by having a guy in her mouth, but I guess I never really quite believed her. Now, though, I saw it with my own two eyes (and felt the sharp breathing against my hands as she tried to control her breathing with a cock in her mouth).

Jesse’s mouth must have done something that sent him over the edge. The guy’s knees grew weak and he started bucking his hips as if to try to launch his come out of his body. His entire frame flexed and released in syncopated spasms. Suddenly he relaxed until he was almost limp.

And then he came. His body went rigid, more rigid than any other man I’d ever seen. I squeezed my hand around his cock and aimed for Jesse’s mouth. His come shot through his cock so hard I could feel under the skin beneath my fingers.

I had expected him to come hard and hoped he would come far, but even I was surprised by this stud’s distance. The first shot missed her mouth and instead roped above her face, a long trail landing across her lips, nose, forehead, and my fistful of her hair. The sight of Jesse’s face getting covered in come flashed me back to the porn site she had sent me. Watching it up close was so much better than the detached view of the video, though.

Feeling the texture against the back of my fist cleared up any disparity between my fantasies and the reality. The heat of his come shocked my pussy and I rammed him from behind trying to get some pressure there.

My aim adjusted, I fired his cock into her mouth for the second rope. Jesse actually sighed as it coated her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She swallowed quickly and then opened her mouth for more. I pulled her head back onto his cock, impaling her throat with his spasming cock. She locked her lips and tongue around his shaft and held him there, and I was reminded of one of her lessons to me about sucking cock. “When a guy comes,” she had said, “just hold him in your mouth as deep as you can. It’s too sensitive to keep sucking him like before.”

Her expertise was classic; she could have given lessons. I quickly moved my hand from the top of her head to his balls, my right hand gripping the base of his cock as I pushed my pussy into his ass. Holding him steady from the back, and with Jesse’s mouth locked in from the front, he finished his spasming, emptying himself completely. I glanced up to see his head rocked back and him staring at the ceiling, his breathing slowly calming from the ragged, jerked syncopation from before.

As he relaxed Jesse released him from her mouth and licked her lips. She still had the streak of come from her nose up into her hair, but she didn’t bother to wipe it off. I moved around the guy, who was too spent to resist. He just stood next to us as I stepped in front of Jesse’s kneeling form. I put my hand back through her hair, feeling his come mix in with my fingers. With my free hand I lifted my miniskirt.

“Eat me,” I said. I wanted to watch Jesse’s face as she ate me out. This was a new thing for me, but I had gotten to that point where I would have humped a doorknob just to get some release. Jesse’s beautiful, sexy face belonged between my legs, looking up at me, and I wanted to come, dammit!

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth attacked my pussy with vigor – no time for preliminaries. I was soaked and needed to come. She was my best friend and knew me well enough to know that she needed to go for the kill.

When her tongue caressed my clit I knew I was not her first. If she was half as good with sucking cock as she was at lapping me up, it’s no wonder that guy lost it so quickly. I realized that I could easily become addicted to Jesse’s mouth and tongue.

I watched her face, her eyes closing from time to time and looking directly into my eyes at others. I felt her finger slide inside of my pussy and start a beckoning motion, sliding across my g-spot. Her soft lips, soft cheeks, her feminine hands – all felt so different than a man. I’ve had men who were good, but Jesse was different. The texture, the feeling was all soft.

I was a new woman. The lust inside of me had changed me. I looked down at Jesse between my legs and suddenly felt a surge of power, of control. Before, Jesse had been the dominant one, the one in control. I had been the shy sidekick, the follower.

In one swift moment I realized how things had changed on this night. I had controlled this guy, and I had controlled Jesse. I had fucked her mouth with his cock, and I was fucking her mouth with my pussy now. The realization supercharged me.

I gripped her hair tighter in my hand and spread my pussy open wider with my other one. She had easier access to my clit now, and found it with talent. She looked at me and I could see a different look in her eyes. At first she seemed curious about the change in me, but now she seemed to be accepting her new role.

I wanted to exploit this new-found power. “You liked him coming on your face, didn’t you?” I said, a rhetorical question but my tone demanded an answer.

She could only “mm-hmm” her assent. “And now I’m going to come on your face too,” I said. She mumbled again.

She closed her eyes again, but I gripped her tighter and pulled her into my pussy to get her attention. “Keep your eyes open,” I said. “I want you to watch me come.”

With that she sucked hard on my clit and the orgasm came violently. It felt for all the world as if she was sucking my climax out of me. I rode her face viciously, my pussy smearing across her lips and tongue. Vaguely I was aware of a scream that I only peripherally knew was my own.

I looked between my legs to watch her wide eyes staring back at me, her tongue never stopping it’s magic. Her fingers inside my body continued their beckoning motion, as if she were calling my orgasm to her. It came, and came and came, answering her call.

As I came I saw Jesse’s eyes grow wide. She moved her hand out from inside me and suddenly I found both of her hands grabbing my ass. Never losing eye contact, she screamed into my pussy as her own orgasm hit her, exactly the same as she had come with the guy in her mouth. For a moment I was a bit worried because it looked as if she had shocked herself by coming, and I wasn’t sure that she was okay.

She never released me, though, and just held on until her own orgasm subsided. Eventually I felt her grip on my ass begin to relax and she pulled away, but I could still feel her deep breaths on my soaked pussy.

She didn’t say anything, just took in deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. She looked at me in a different way than she had before – it was a look of surprise, respect, and more than a little admiration. It was a look that, for the first time in our relationship, she saw us as equals.

After that time with the guy, who we never saw again, our relationship changed. We had been best friends but now we were true partners in crime, sharing experiences and trying to out-do each other’s fantasies. In time our adventures grew more and more outlandish, more risky, and more incredibly hot. These stories deserve their own space, so I’ll leave them for another time.

For now, though, I felt completely empowered in my life and couldn’t wait to pursue this new side of me.

 


Sir Robert's Stories Home PageAs you know, reading sexy short stories is one of my main hobbies. Although I have quite a lot of sources to find erotic tales Literotica might be, arguably, one of the best. Some weeks ago I was reading this story called “Come on me” and just loved it, so I contacted his author (@subtleprof) via Twitter and he granted me permission to publish it here. If you want, you may read other stories written by him on his literotica page.

Thank you so much @subtleprof!

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