Between Us, A Girl (Part 4 of 5)

“Wow, Jen. That’s some erection you’ve got there.”

For the first time in what seems like hours (“If you experience an erection lasting more than four hours, seek medical help.”), my own cock is deflated and wagging like a puppy’s tail as I walk across the bedroom. “I think I’m envious.”

It’s hard to know whether this is a serious or comic moment. There you stand, admiring yourself in our full-length mirror. Your auburn hair almost hides your face as you look down past your breasts to where Kristy and I have buckled you into the black leather harness. You look a little scared and a little giggly. Straps wrap around each naked leg; another strap wraps around your waist and then attaches to the leg straps. And there, in the middle, solidly resting in a metal ring and pressing against a pad of leather on top of your lower belly, is the dildo.

You turn slightly, seeing what your new cock looks like from the side. It’s purple, not too large, with a natural looking head, raised veins, and a double-humped bump for balls. Sighing, you turn away from the mirror, looking at me, Kristy, then back at me.

“He who hesitates is lost” and you’re hesitating. Before hesitation becomes wavering, before wavering devolves into doubt, I quickly hug you from behind and kiss your neck. Your skin is warm on my reassuring lips and still carries memories of afternoon’s soap and shampoo. Those smells linger beneath an indescribable smell that isn’t a smell. That is, I don’t smell it as much as imagine it—an aroma of sex and adventure, an aroma of all that you’ve done with Kristy so far tonight. I reach one hand around to hold one of your breasts, the other hand slides down past your waist to clutch the dildo. I lift it to an adolescent angle, wag it a bit from side to side, then let it drop. Another surprise from Kristy’s bag of tricks.

“I don’t know about this,” you say. Your hand grips my hand, holding it to your left breast. You laugh nervously, but I can tell you’re also excited. Your breathing is rapid. I can feel your heart racing. Your body is pushed against mine, moving into me even as we’re not moving at all. You may be reluctant, but that only goes so far. You don’t want to not be touched now. You don’t want to stop. You just need a way out of this hiatus, this dildo-induced limbo. You need to be led by your newfound balls.

“What’s to know?” Kristy says. She’s standing naked in front of you. “Look at it. It’s big and long and hard. Looks yummy to me!”

You shake your hips a little, watching the dildo sway back and forth. “Well, OK. I mean, it would look yummy to me too if I were on the receiving end. But I’m not. What do you want me to do with it?”

“Pretend it’s really yours! Like it’s a part of you. Your…” Kristy leans closer. “...cock.” Kristy draws out that word, leaning into you. The dildo is pointing up, pressed between your bellies. She almost whispers, “What do guys do with their cocks?”

“Play with them when no one is looking?” I say, trying to help.

You both laugh. You shoot me a look over your shoulder. “Um, when they think no one is looking is more like it,” you say. “Men aren’t subtle.”

Kristy is still belly-to-belly with you. She reaches around you, grabs my back above my ass, and pulls us both close as she kisses you full on the lips. She lets go and steps back.

“Break’s over,” she says. She slides her hands down your chest, down, down. And then she grabs the dildo as if it were an erect cock. Your cock. And then she strokes it in that underhanded way women stroke a man’s cock when they’re standing in front of him. It starts as if they’re grabbing a handle and giving it a pull. They take it in their hand and pull themselves toward you. Only then do they start stroking it, sliding it in and out of their hand or, more firmly, sliding the outer skin forward and back. And that’s what Kristy is doing. Oh, the dildo doesn’t have skin to slide, but Kristy is definitely treating it as if it were your cock or mine.

“Mmmm, Jenny. Your cock is so big,” she says innocently. You laugh. Kristy kisses you again and drops to her knees in front of you.

And as I hold your breasts from behind and kiss your neck, I watch over your shoulder as Kristy fellates your new cock. With great show and gusto, she licks the length of it and flicks at the head with her tongue. She takes the dildo into her mouth and holds it there, stroking it with her hands. She looks up at you with the cock slowly sliding in and out of her small mouth. Her eyes are big and they twinkle. You run your fingers through Kristy’s hair the way I’ve done so many times with you, times when it’s been you kneeling and my cock in your mouth. My own very real cock is hard again. I reach between us and point my erection upward, then nestle it between the cheeks of your naked ass. I run my fingertips over your nipples and watch Kristy’s head bobbing, her hand sliding around the purple shaft.

Soon Kristy lets the dildo slip from her mouth, smiling up at you with the purple cock nuzzling her cheek. She offers you her hand and you help her to her feet. She slowly walks over to the bed. I watch her over your shoulder. She turns and sits down on the edge of the bed, then scoots back, getting a pillow for her head. She lies back, bends her knees, and spreads her legs. She beckons to you with both hands, pointing her pussy at you like dessert on a buffet table.

“C’mon, Jenny. Gimme the cock.” Then, more playfully, “Come fuck me. You know you want to.”

You look at me and I smile. “Look at her. If you don’t, I will.” You smile. I take my arms from around you and gently push you toward the bed, my hands on your bare ass. As you climb onto the bed, I pull a chair over so that I can watch.

You’re a little awkward at first, as if you’re trying to walk with three left feet or trying to cut your own hair in the mirror. I guess it never occurred to me before that sex involves so much choreography. It’s more than that. You come to bed or to a new partner with so many moves you’ve already learned with other people in similar situations. Put yourself in a new situation and you’re back to the hesitant kid on the dance floor, nervously counting beats under your breath. I watch you, knowing that you must feel as if nothing is where it should be. And it’s not only the silly fake cock, waving around awkwardly as you kneel there on the bed. It’s also where to be relative to Kristy, where to move, how to move. It takes a couple of fumbling tries to even get your legs right. You are used to having your legs on the outside of my legs, so you are hesitant when Kristy spreads her legs. I think to myself, “Your legs go inside of hers. You penetrate. She envelops.” But I don’t say it out loud.

“Ready?” Kristy asks. You giggle and nod your head. “Remember, it’s yours. Just go with what you feel is happening and how I’m responding.”

My chair is close enough that I can run a hand up your back, encouraging you to bend. Yes, like that. Lower your head to Kristy’s. Close the distance. Kristy reaches up and caresses your breasts. You bend lower and kiss Kristy. One of her hands trails off of your breast and reaches under to grab the dildo. She slides it up and down along the outside length of her pussy, getting the head wet and slick. Then she positions it just so. Her fingers grip it at the base and pull it toward her as her legs close around your hips and pull you closer. The dildo disappears halfway into her. Both your eyes and hers are wide, locked on each other. Both of you are smiling ear-to-ear. She motions for you to pull out a little, then pulls you back in. The dildo goes in all the way and you are belly to belly.

“Mmm! That’s nice!” Kristy says, smiling. She pulls your head down to hers so that you can kiss. You smile too. You pull out and slowly thrust back in. You hesitate. I’m guessing that it doesn’t feel quite right, so you adjust your weight on your arms and knees. There, that’s the way. I feel like I should be coaching, but it’s too much fun just watching you figure it out on your own.

You start slowly, moving in and out of Kristy’s hairless pussy. You keep looking back between you, fascinated to see this fake part of you disappearing, then reappearing, shiny and wet. Kristy’s eyes are closing slightly as she reaches up and cups your breasts. You moan and thrust harder into her, as if by accident, reacting without thinking. But it gets a reaction. Kristy gasps and pulls you harder into her with her legs. With encouragement, you thrust back. Soon you have a rhythm going, a more deliberate rhythm. You move in and out smoothly, unrelenting, moving slightly faster to match Kristy’s quickening breaths. “Yes, yes! Fuck me!” she yells, her hands gripping your hips and pulling you hard into her. Harder, faster… you have the motion down now. Your skin is shiny with sweat. Kristy’s back is arched, her head bent off to one side, half-open eyes looking at me. She grabs my hand and holds tight. You and I are both watching Kristy as her orgasm approaches. Fascinated, you study her as she finally shudders, stops, then cries out and clutches at you with her legs, white knuckling my hand with hers. You continue to move, slowly again, trying to prolong the moment. Finally, you pull out and collapse to Kristy’s side, holding her as she tries to get back her breath. She lets go of my hand and closes her eyes.

I sit back in my chair and sigh. There you are, the two of you. All pink sweaty skin and leather straps, messed up hair, overlapping legs, fingers trailing mindlessly over breasts and bellies… and that always erect purple phallus. You’re both amazing. But you’re both there and I’m sitting here in this chair, aching. Oh, am I ever aching! In all of this, I’ve touched myself a few times, but I haven’t gotten off. Don’t get me wrong. It has been beyond exciting to watch. I mean, the whole evening has been very exciting, but…

“Can someone please play with me now? I’m dying!” There. I’ve said it out loud.

“Aww!” you both say, reaching out for me. I move from the chair to the bed, kissing both of you on your flushed, breathless faces. Kristy slowly rolls away from you, making a space for me in the middle of the bed. I slide between the two of you, my back pressed against the toasty sheets and my erection screaming for attention. I put my arms around each of you, one on each side, and you rest your heads on my shoulders. Lazy fingers trail over my chest, circle the head of my cock, gently cradle my tortured balls. I kiss you, then Kristy. Another little limbo waiting to be squashed.

Eventually, Kristy breaks the silence. She pops up on one elbow. “OK, Josh. Your turn.” She gets up on her knees and starts directing. “Turn over. No, not like that.” She clearly has something in mind. This should probably worry me, but I do as she says. “Get on your knees. Legs apart. No. A bit more. Now, put your head down on the bed. No, no. Here. Put this pillow under your head like this and another one under your chest. Now put your weight on your arms and upper chest. Get that butt up, Josh. Don’t be shy.” She slaps my ass for emphasis and hops off the bed to inspect her work. I’m either blushing or the blood is rushing to my head. “That’s good. Perfect! Jenny, could you help me a second?” You get off the bed. “Josh, don’t move.” I can’t see either or you, so I just close my eyes and wait.

I hear Kristy rummaging through her bag again. Whispering.

“Kristy, I don’t know if I can…”

“Sure you can. You want to. Use this. Put some of it here and I’ll put some on him…”

Someone crawls onto the bed. Kristy. She leans down so that her face is in front of my face. “Hi, hon. Relax. And remember to breathe.” She kisses my nose and then her face is gone again. And that’s when I feel something icy cold on my butt. No, on my asshole. Kristy’s fingers are working something cold and slick around and just inside my asshole. Uh-oh. Breathe, breathe. Relax. Once I get past that, it feels… it feels… good. I settle deeper into my crouch and close my eyes again. The finger slips inside me, not too deeply, then turns one way, then the other, pushing gently, then almost out, and back in again. So many nerve endings, so little time.

“Alright, Jenny. Come on up here.” I feel you getting back onto the bed. More whispering. Kristy’s finger pulls out of me, leaving me gaping, cold, tingling. Then I feel something else sliding up and down around the outside of my slickened asshole. Your left hand is on my side. Your right hand is… holding the head of the dildo to my asshole as you start to gently push it inside me.

“I don’t think so.” I say. I know I’ve tensed up. I try to slow my breathing down.

Kristy’s face is back in front of my face. Her hand caresses my back. “You’re doing fine, Josh. The head is already in. Take a deep breath. Hold it. Then let it out and relax everything as you exhale.” She runs her fingers through my hair. I don’t take my eyes off her eyes, her smile, as I do what she says. I take a breath, hold it, then let it out, relaxing my muscles. More of your cock slips inside me. “That’s good, Josh! You’re almost there!” I try to sink down into the pillow. Again, I breathe, hold… then relax. More slips in. Then more, more. How long is that thing? I feel full, impaled. My own cock is so hard I think it will snap in two.

Kristy gets off the bed. “You’re in,” Kristy says to you. “Just go slow, OK?” Slowly, you pull the dildo out of my ass. And then you push back in. You hold me by the hips. Everything is slow, liquid. I know my ass is moving back into you on its own, but your movements match mine. It’s a gentle fuck. No hurry, no edge.

I feel Kristy moving around on the bed to my side. Gently she pulls the pillows out from under my chest. I slowly, carefully push up with my arms… and she slides under me, face up. But that’s not the end I’m looking at. Her face is down near where you are fucking me with your newfound cock. Her face is near my own cock. And then she takes it into her mouth. Her lips are a tight circle around my flesh. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, tickles the tip. I hear a deep sound nearby. And it takes me a moment, as if through a fog, before I realize that the sound is coming from me. I’m moaning. And this excites you, because I’m not a guy who normally makes much noise. You grip my hips more tightly, thrusting just a bit faster.

And because I can no longer breathe anyway and since her pussy is right there, I lower my head and bury my face between Kristy’s legs. I suck her sweet, slick lips into my mouth. I feel her opening quiver and grip at my nose.

After that, everything is a blur. I come within minutes. And Kristy comes within seconds after that. Everyone is hot and sticky. We all collapse back onto the bed. There is a long period of heavy breathing, followed by silence.

Then I hear your voice. “Hey, I can see why a person might like to have one of these! Cocks are kinda fun.”

“Medic!”

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