Her snatch was like fireworks on my tongue, and I knew in an instant I was no longer straight. The taste was amazing, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Maggie moaned, “I knew you’d be the perfect replacement for Daisy.”
I couldn’t fathom how she’d known I had these fantasies, or that I was a natural submissive, but as I licked and explored, I knew I’d do anything she wanted, anything at all, to be allowed to taste her sweet nectar again.
“Sweet nectar,” Tori laughed. “Are you kidding?”
“Actually, sweet nectar is a pretty good descriptor, from my experience,” Patrick jumped in, as he massaged each of Christine’s toes individually.
“You’ve got a big dick and you eat pussy,” Tori said. “Oh yes, and you’re a real hunk. You’ve got to marry me.”
“No, marry me,” Tracy objected.
“Maybe it’s time for some polygamy,” Christine joked. “Does anyone know of a good book on the subject?”
“I’m not sure I could possibly keep up with you three,” Patrick worried. “Is that the end of your story, Christine?”
“Nope. Keep listening.”
I licked.
I probed.
I sucked on her clit, which made her body tremble.
“That’s it, my eager little secretary slut,” she moaned, “really eat my cunt.”
I attacked her pussy aggressively, wanting to get her off, wanting to feel her come all over my face. Wanting to taste the splash.
“Don’t stop, slut,” she demanded as she forced the back of my head deep into her wetness.
I kept licking until I heard her bellow out a scream, and felt her wetness gush out of her and into my face, eagerly lapping up as much of her cunt cum as I possibly could.
Now it’s The End.
“Shit, that was hot,” Tori said. “I’m not sure I’m completely straight anymore.”
“In Part Two she fucks me with a strap-on,” Christine wickedly revealed a spoiler.
“In the ass,” Tori added.
“I’m not some cheap anal slut like Tracy is,” Christine teased.
“Yeah,” Tracy agreed without taking offense, thanks to the hot stories and their free-flowing conversation, feeling more comfortable about being sexually honest, “there’s nothing quite like a dick slamming into my ass.”
“Shit, those are words I never thought I’d hear you utter,” Christine said, her pussy on fire from the stories, from the frank sexual talk, and from Patrick’s amazing hands.
Then, loving the thought of surprising the other two women who’d always been more brazen than she, she added wickedly, “Although I haven’t had my own asshole pounded in years.”
“I bet someone here could change that period of emptiness to just a few minutes,” Tori teased.
“What?” Patrick said, having been distracted by imagining himself doing just that. He’d never fucked anyone in the ass, although he’d certainly fantasized about it, especially during the past little while.
“I meant, Christine, someone with a strap-on,” Tori clarified.
“Oh? I have one of those just upstairs,” Christine bombshelled, having bought one only a month ago in hopes she’d be able to use it someday, or to have it used on her.
“No way,” Tori gasped. “You?”
Patrick’s cock flinched beneath Christine’s feet at the hot visual.
“Always be prepared, I say,” Christine said, loving her unexpected ability to shock Tori, who always had her attention on sex.
“Then go up and bring it down here,” Tori said. “I’ve never even seen one in real life.”
“It’s bigger than your husband’s,” Christine warned.
“So is the average twelve-year-old’s,” Tori joked, having no problem ridiculing her husband’s tiny five-inch cock. After taking so much bigger ones in college, she still couldn’t figure out why she’d married him in the first place… except for love… sweet irrational love… it’s a stupid, fickle thing.
“Why not?” Christine shrugged, as she removed her feet from Patrick’s lap and stood up. “Thanks, that was amazing!”
Tracy quickly got up from her seat to take Christine’s spot instead, and surprised all three of the others as she plonked her feet in his lap and ordered, “Get to work, my foot slave.”
“Ohhhh,” Patrick moaned, at hearing the longed-for words, and feeling her feet putting pressure on his already hard, but now suddenly raging cock.
“I’m not certain I like this new Tracy,” Tori said, annoyed to discover that unless she staged a major hissy fit, she was now going to be the last one to get her feet massaged.
Tracy shrugged, “This is the new, no longer passive, me.”
“I like it,” Christine said.
“So do I,” Patrick said, as he began massaging this new pair of nylon-clad feet.
Christine popped upstairs to retrieve her strap-on, and Tori cautioned, “I’d better get a foot massage too.”
“Whatever else might happen first, I won’t leave this house until you do,” Patrick promised, still overwhelmed by how the night was progressing… the growing sexual tension could be cut with a knife. The wine was flowing, the sex stories were hot, and the girls’ attire sexy as fuck… the night was filled with potential.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Tori said.
“Fine… fine… but focus on me for now,” Tracy said.
“I’m getting us some more wine,” Tori said, her wineglass empty.
A minute later Christine returned with the strap-on while Tori had just finished topping up everyone’s glasses.
“Oh fuck, that’s perfect; just give me that,” Tori said, setting her already empty wineglass, her second one now, on the table and grabbing the toy from Christine’s hands.
“Hey, I haven’t even worn it yet,” Christine protested. Which wasn’t true; she’d already worn it a few times… but just for posing in the mirror. She’d also even fucked herself with it, since the dildo could be removed from the harness, and it had a suction cup to attach it to a wall or the side of her bathtub (she’d test driven it in both locations).
“Who cares?” Tori said, as she began strapping it on. She turned to Tracy. “Story time, Ms. Goody-Goody.”
“Ya think? Then get ready to learn I’m so not a goody-goody.”
“Yeah, I think. Unless you can prove you’re not,” Tori challenged as she finished strapping on the strap-on. “Fuck, this looks hot on me.”
“We should never have allowed her to even touch that,” Tracy warned.
“Yeah, like she needed any more delusions of power,” Christine agreed, even as she imagined Tori fully empowered and fucking her with it… God, she looked hot wielding the strap-on over her costume.
“Tell your story,” Patrick said, curious to know what Tracy had prepared to share with them.
“Mine isn’t as detailed as you guys’ were; I didn’t think we’d actually be reading these out,” Tracy apologized pre-emptively.
“Just make shit up then,” Tori said, holding her brand new dick in her hand.
“Okay,” Tracy said, giving out a little moan, Patrick’s hands on her feet feeling so amazing.
“Ready to go to the next level of working out?” Joaquin asks me.
“I’m ready to do anything you say,” I answer perhaps unwisely, already hot and sweaty after a marathon workout, but still able to notice the tent in his shorts.
“It’ll be pretty intense,” he warns.
“Sounds good; I’m ready for anything,” I brag, having been flirting with him for almost a year, but only now openly implying we should just get down to it and fuck.
“Bend over the stretch rack,” he instructs.
“Okay,” I say, bending over and really showcasing my tight ass. “Like this?”
“Yes, exactly,” he nods, clearly admiring my recently amazing back end, which likely looks doubly inviting in this position.
“Does my ass look good?” I ask, loving the newfound confidence inside me after losing all that weight.
“It looks amazing,” he says, walking towards me.
I ask bluntly, “Okay, but does it look fuckable?”
“Very,” he agrees, as he reaches me and squeezes it.
“I haven’t had anything buried inside there for years,” I say with a moan, making it clear I’m more than ready and willing to be sodomized.
“Well, we can’t allow that sad condition to remain,” he says as he pulls my shorts and panties down.
“I bet all that sweat you’ve forced out of me today will serve as great lubricant,” I say, just wanting his dick in me, these long months of flirting with him while my extra pounds melted away, added to the years of my lacking any raw sex, having me revved up and ready for whatever the fuck he wants from me.