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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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.
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Categories: Erotica
Tags: anal, threesomes, erotic fiction, stories
