She took a breath.
“I want to give myself a cock and fuck you with it,” she said, in a breathless rush.
Her fingers paused as I squinted at her, trying to understand.
“A… strap on?”
“No.”
“Um…”
I rolled away from her and raised myself on my elbow. I must have looked very puzzled because she began to chuckle.
“Your face tells a story,” she said, gleefully.
“Are you telling me you… can change your… equipment?”
“Yeah. Well… some of it. Not that I do it much, given my particular speciality… but… it’s always an option for us.”
“You guys get to have all the fun,” I said, tartly. “How am I only learning this now?”
She laughed; flames flickered deep in her eyes.
“Because I… didn’t want to scare you,” she breathed. She leaned forward to nuzzle against my shoulder. “I like what we have. I didn’t want to… risk it.”
I settled back down.
“So… why now?” I said.
She found my nipple with her fingertips and trailed my slick dampness on and around it; I closed my eyes and shivered, knowing that the next thing she did would be to tongue it.
And she did; I let out a soft moan.
“I love that sound. But… mainly… look, I really enjoy having my fingers and tongue in you, Gwen. I don’t think I could tell you how much. It’s just… it’s something I like. Sometimes. With… with specific partners. And I’d… I’d just really like to be even deeper in you once or twice. To… to be that intimate with you. So…”
“I’ve… never really. Except for…”
“I know,” she said; her eyes darkened for just a moment. “That’s why I asked; anyone else I’d just have turned onto their tummy and climbed on and… not really given them a choice. I’m bad that way. But I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t,” she added, in a whisper.
“You’re… very gentle with me,” I said, softly. I reached out to touch her cheek.
She seemed to struggle to meet my gaze. “I just like being like this with you, is all,” she muttered. “So… I mean… if you don’t want to…”
I thought for a moment.
Jezebel would never willingly hurt me; I was certain of that.
It was actually an easy choice – I wanted to please her.
“I’d… I’m… curious, I guess. About what the fuss is,” I admitted. “I really enjoy your fingers and tongue on my body. If… if you have more to you that you can show me, well… I’m willing to… try. Um. Is… how big are we talking about?”
“Want to see?” she said, with a strange little grin.
“Yes. I’d like to see,” I answered, softly, voice shaking ever so slightly.
She put her hand to her crotch, and did something, and underneath her fingers a penis seemed to… to shift into view as though a mirror was being pulled aside.
It immediately began to swell and stiffen, and the wrinkled pouch below it tightened and shrank upwards against her body.
I stared down at her, watching open mouthed as she grew hard and rigid.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “That’s… that’s big. Um… isn’t it… uncomfortable?”
“Yes. But not for the reason you might think. When I’m hot and hard like this I want to be in someone. Right now, and to be honest most of the time when I do this… that someone is you.”
She was flushed; she’d admitted something she hadn’t perhaps meant to.
“Are you getting soft on me?” I teased, as the hot crawling flush spread over my cheeks and neck.
Her eyebrow arched upwards. We grinned at one another.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “Terrible pun.”
She reached out, and lay backwards, and put my fingers to her, letting out a low sound of need as my skin touched hers.
“It’s… so warm…” I exclaimed.
“I always get so… turned on when I do this, it’s almost unbearable,” she panted as she arched backwards, belly quivering once. “It’s double… no, triple-unbearable with you here, staring at me like that…”
“What should I…”
“Just… move your fingers like this for a bit… up and down… oh… oh fuck me that’s nice…”
I could feel her… her penis, I thought, grinning suddenly… it was pulsing. Probably in time with her heartbeat. Ridges of structure under the hot skin, arching slightly, angling upwards towards her. She was as scrupulously hairless as normal; Jezebel liked to have nothing between her and the air.
I could see literally every inch of her.
“It’s really impressive. And so hard… can I… Jezebel, can I… I mean, I know it’s supposed to feel good if I suck it, so can I for you?”
“Oh, now… now that’s a nice thought…” she said, grinning up at me.
She shimmied and gasped a breath as I touched the swollen head with my lips. A tiny bead of fluid had formed on the small hole in the tip, it tasted musky, salty…
I tongued it; Jezebel whimpered, then she out a low, animalistic moan as I took her hot head into my mouth and closed my lips over it.
She arched up, raising herself on her elbows as she stared at me.
I posed, glancing up at her, eyebrow arched as I trailed my tongue slowly over the small bit of her I’d been able to take.
“You have… just no idea how hot it is… to see you doing that to me,” she whimpered. She reached out and stroked the line between my lips and her new appendage.
“Oh, your mouth is so nice on me like that. And I love how your hair’s… masking. Gwen… oh, Gwen, that is sublime…”
I smiled, slipped her slowly out of me, then took her in again, loving the way I felt her legs tensing under me, the way her toes clicked as she let out a little sobbing gasp.
Then I let her go again.
“I quite enjoy that,” I said. “It’s… nice to have you in my mouth. It’s… it’s also making me very… aroused. Very… experimental. So… I mean… um… do you want me to lie down and… spread myself? So you can have me? I’d… I think I’d like that…”
“How about you let me… show you this, this first time?” she said. “As gently as I can. But first… do you trust me, Gwenhwyfar?”
I met her gaze.
“Yes,” I said, softly. “You’ve never once hurt me in the years we’ve known one another. I trust you completely.”
She reached out and cupped my cheek. “I’d never hurt you without permission, no. And… never in this intimate a way. Lie on your stomach. I know how much you like it that way. I’ll… take it very slow.”
Heart thumping, strangely nervous, I did what she said. I lay flat, head on my crossed arms.
I moaned as she put her hands onto my back.
“Relax,” she breathed into my ear. “Relax, gorgeous. I know it’s probably a bit scary. I’ll make sure you love it.”
“Okay…” I whimpered.
“Spread your legs again, lover.”
And I did so, and I felt first one and then the other of her knees slip between mine.
She leaned forward, and I whimpered softly as her lovely breasts brushed my shoulders.
She touched her lips to my neck, nuzzling under my hair to find my skin.
I could feel the hard rod of her butting up against the cleft between my buttocks.
“Jenny,” she breathed.
“Uh… huh…”
“Tell me to stop if this hurts at all.”
She found my left hand, and knotted her fingers with mine. I closed my eyes, she shifted on me, I felt her erect member moving as she repositioned herself. The hot heat of her head nestled between my thighs, then nudged against my slick, aching lips.
I tensed, took a slow and shivery breath, preparing myself.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she moaned.
I opened my eyes, stared at the wall of my apartment as she fiddled and fumbled, positioning herself.
Then she slowly applied pressure and I felt myself… giving…
My jaw opened and locked.
It wasn’t agonising at all. Not like… when…
This was something… else.
This was different, this was… amazing…
My entire body shook; I let out a strangled whimper as her head stretched and distended me.
“Oh… oh shit… oh shit…” I panted as my need ramped up at breakneck speed.
“Do you.. want me to stop…” Jezebel whimpered into my ear.
“No!” I wailed; I flailed behind me with my free right hand, found her hair and knotted my fingers into it as I pulled her hard down against me. I arched up instinctively, lifting my belly upwards, angling myself, and Jez moaned as she accepted my wordless invitation.
I felt her slip further into me. She snatched a breath, kissed me, eased back out, then thrust slowly but inexorably into me, and I gasped and writhed as I took more of her.
“You’re… tight… Feathers…” she gasped. “Oh, oh fuck, you have no idea how good you feel…”
I couldn’t answer. The sensation of her hard, throbbing penis part-buried in me was more than I could process. All my inhibitions disappeared in a heartbeat; I began to writhe and wriggle and tried to drive myself back upwards, desperately trying to take more of her into me.
“Jezebel, take me, take me,” I moaned, “oh please, just, just fuck me, just fill me with that… just…”
She pulled back again, pushed in, and this time I felt the warm skin of her belly touch my bum. I moaned, loud and deep. One more pull, one more thrust, and the maddening slap of her belly and thighs against me, her rock-hard member buried deep in my aching, awakening body.
She paused, buried deep in me, and braced herself. I clenched my hand tightly on hers, knotted my other more tightly in her wonderful tresses.
“Why… why have you stopped…” I cried out plaintively, the end of my words running into a low moan of ecstasy as she slowly slid back out of me and then slammed herself in.
“You love my cock, you depraved little thing,” she said. She sounded delighted by the discovery.
“It’s… you’re… oh… so good in me…” I managed.
“I’m going to do this to you often, I’m going to do this to you all the time,” she breathed into my ear, and I nodded frantically, too overwhelmed to even find a single word.
She found and established a maddening rhythm. She’d pull back so her head nearly slid out, teasing and stretching my body around her bulging ridge, then slam herself back into me with that same ridiculous slap that drove the breath out of me each time with a unladylike grunt. Within three thrusts I knew I had found my new favourite thing, within five more I knew for sure that I was going to come.
It took twenty nine full strokes in all, each one more agonizing than the last. The final seven almost, almost required her to restrain me as I lost control and began to writhe and cry and beg for mercy, for release.