I’m a sweaty, useless heap of satisfied woman.
My heart resumes normal pace, my breathing slows, I turn to him, careful to rest on my hip as my ass still hurts but the pain is fading to a warm glow.
“That was incredible,” I manage between gasps.
He smirks, like a man who knows he’s done a damn fine job. “I knew what you needed, didn’t I?”
I’m too tired, too weak, and too fulfilled to argue. I smile back and snuggle to sleep in his arms.
I’ll save the argument for another day . . . When I’m ready for a repeat performance.
Thursdays at McKinney’s
Janet (St Paul, USA)
I hadn’t always wondered what it would be like to be with another girl. No sir, I thought I was a straight arrow, got me a boyfriend and everything. And it’s not like there were a lot of dykes hanging out at McKinney’s. That’s the bar where I used to work, waitressing or bartending, depending on the night, to put myself through school. I got nothing against dykes, mind you. I just never gave a lot of thought to them one way or the other.
Not that I had much inspiration, at least not until I got a look at the couple that started coming in every Thursday night. But those two, the brunette and her buddy, something about them was enough to make me reconsider. I mean it wasn’t like they were the prettiest girls at the bar or anything so I really don’t know what the deal was. But I watched them plenty to try and figure it out, let me tell you. The brunette was big and curvy, with a kind of pretty face and really long brown hair. Her buddy was nothing special to look at. She had sort of shaggy blonde hair and glasses, the expensive wire-rim kind. She always wore pants and looked like she worked out or something.
I don’t know how I figured out they were together that way. I mean they could have been just pals, you know? But there was something in the way they looked at each other, the way that they would touch sometimes, just a little. But enough to make me think about what was going on the rest of the time.
I liked to watch the blonde’s hands. They were big hands for a woman, all long fingers with short nails. She had this way of moving them around when she talked, like they were an extra mouth or something, backing up everything she said. After a while I started to wonder what they would feel like inside me. Scared the crap out of me the first time it happened. That was when I knew something was up, and it didn’t much matter if it was Johnny or not.
Johnny’s the boyfriend I was talking about before, only now he’s my fiance. He’s got fantasies of his own, especially that girl-on-girl stuff. Yeah, he really likes that. Every once in a while he’ll show up at my place with a couple of videos. There’s always one of those in the stack. Guess he figures if I watch enough porn, I’d break down and bring one of my girlfriends over and put on a show for him. Fat chance. I mean he always denies it but I know how hot he gets after he watches them. One night I even gave him a lap dance and I am still not sure if it was me or the plastic babes on the tube that got him off.
So when it came to the whole girl-on-girl thing, I guess I just figured that those kind of girls were the only option. You know how it is, they look fake and they act fake so there was nothing about watching them that really grabbed me. Plus, no way was I letting somebody with nails that long put them inside me, even if it was just in my imagination. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.
These two weren’t like that, or at least they didn’t look that way to me. The brunette now, she did have kind of long red nails, the kind that came out of a shop where they did them up right, not scary long. They looked nice when she touched the blonde’s arm with them. She did that a lot, just resting her hand near the other one’s arm, then moving over to grab it or brush against her hand or whatever. Then she’d kind of pull back, play with her hair a little and just give her girlfriend this smile that said there was a lot more going on than met the eye at McKinney’s.
At first, they freaked me out. I mean, what could two women really do in bed? I knew about dildos and stuff from all those videos that Johnny showed me but it just didn’t seem like they could substitute for the real thing. Besides in the movies, a guy always showed up so that took care of wanting something other than plastic inside you. A guy always shows up in the kind of videos Johnny likes. What a surprise.
But I was worried about other stuff too. What if they decided to hit on me? How would I handle it? It wouldn’t be like the guys doing it; I was used to laughing that off. I didn’t even want to go into the ladies room when one of them was in there, not at first anyway. What if they went after me? They might be more persistent than the guys, might not take no for an answer. The thought got me a little hot even when it scared me most, I gotta admit.
I started watching them every chance I got, especially on slow Thursdays, just to see what they’d do. I mean I was kinda sly about it, wiping down tables, watching the TV over their heads and that kind of thing, not standing there with my mouth open like some yahoo. I didn’t want to drive them off, not even when they scared me. But I started hoping that I could see them kiss, maybe watch the blonde slip her hand under the brunette’s skirt and feel her up. We get plenty of that with straight couples so, I figured, why not with them too?
I started thinking about what the brunette’s boobs would feel like in my hand, maybe with the nipples getting harder when I squeezed. I tried to imagine sucking on them, taking as much as I could into my mouth. In my head, I could see her head thrown back, her eyes closed when I did it, just like I imagined they would be with the blonde. Then I got grossed out and I stopped watching them for a while.
But my gross outs didn’t last long. Soon, I started picturing them watching when I was with Johnny. Maybe they’d be naked, maybe kissing. Sometimes I pretend that Johnny was doing me while we watch them. The blonde is always going down on her girl then, sticking her hand up inside her while her tongue got busy. Johnny usually didn’t want to do that so I got off imagining the brunette’s face, picturing how I’d feel if it was me. But I didn’t imagine one of them going down on me, not back then. That took a while.
I started thinking about what would turn them on about watching us and realized there wasn’t a whole lot. We usually just did it the normal way, nothing fancy. I mean it was hot for me and all, just not as hot as I thought it could be. The night I figured that out I flipped Johnny on his back and rode his dick for a change. It angled up inside me and felt really good, especially when I kept playing with myself the whole time, rubbing myself off, making him play with my titties. We both came and damn, that was hot! And in my mind, those two were watching and getting all hot over it too. That just made it all that much better.
I didn’t have the fantasy about the ladies room at first, I guess because it freaked me out to even think about the two of them in there together, let alone being in there with me. First I started thinking about teasing them a little when I waited on their table, maybe wearing a shorter skirt or unbuttoning an extra button on my blouse. Maybe leaning across the table when I dropped off their drinks and letting them catch a peek at my tits in a nice lace bra. It wouldn’t go any further than that, no sir. Just a quick look at what they wouldn’t be getting when they got home.
Then one time, they went into the ladies room together. Now, I don’t know for sure what they got into in there, but I’m betting it was each other. I mean they were in there longer than any business usually takes and it was a slow night so they weren’t likely to be interrupted. After they left, I went in there on my break and started to think about what it would be like to be hidden in one of the stalls when they were going at it. I’d be in there with my feet tucked up so they couldn’t see them, just listening. They’d be in the next stall kissing and then the brunette would moan. I’d hear them whispering to each other as they pulled their shirts up.
I could just about see their breasts rubbing together. Then the blonde would lean down and take one of those big round ones in her mouth. She’d get her thigh between her girlfriend’s legs
and just shove against her crotch. I imagined the brunette’s eyes half closed, listened to her pant in my mind until I stuck a hand between my legs. I was getting wet through my jeans. So I unbuttoned them and sat on the stool. Once I got my fingers busy, I came right away, barely had to touch my clit.
I started doing that a lot on Thursday nights if it was slow enough. If it was busy, I just worked behind the bar or worked the tables with my panties riding up between my wet lips. I really had to watch the nipples or the other customers would go nuts. So I always tried to get a “smoke break” those nights so I could take care of business.
After a couple of weeks, though, it wasn’t enough to keep getting me off. Not every time any way. I needed something more for that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love Johnny and we’ve been together for a couple of years now, but sometimes a girl needs more than that. I was glad I didn’t know the blonde and her girlfriend. It would’ve ruined everything. Or at least made it a lot harder. This way, it was just in my head so I wasn’t cheating or anything like that.
So I started upping the ante in my head during break times. First I was listening to them. Then their stall door was open and I’d be watching them. Or the brunette was up on the countertop with her legs spread and the blonde was going down on her. I’d be watching through the crack in the door, my hand between my legs. After a while, they knew I was watching and it just made it hotter. The brunette’d blow me kisses. Or she’d pull up her shirt and pinch her nipples, just to watch me squirm. It’d make her squirm too, which was almost as much fun. I was their little secret and they’d put on a show for me almost every week, with no one any the wiser.
Then I started wondering what it would be like to be in there with them whenever I got bored at work. Well, okay, I got bored at school, too. I like actuarial science and all but it gets pretty slow. So I started really building on the bathroom game. In the best version of it, the last one I had before the bar closed, I worked my way out of the stall and walked over to them when they were kissing. The brunette was up on the countertop next to the sink, her panties off and her skirt yanked up so she could wrap her legs around the blonde.
In my fantasy, it takes a minute before they realize that I’m there with them. Then the blonde turns around and kisses me instead, stepping away from the brunette to wrap her arms around me. It’s a long wet kiss and her tongue feels thick and solid against mine. You can tell that she knows what she’s doing. I can almost feel her hands pull up my skirt and I’m getting wetter by the second.
The brunette’s standing behind me now, kissing the back of my neck while she reaches around to start unbuttoning my shirt. I can feel those long red nails brush my nipples, feel her round tits against my back. The blonde’s gotten under my skirt now and I can feel her yank my panties down. I kick them away from my ankles like I’ve done this before, opening my eyes to watch the bathroom door. I’m almost hoping that someone walks in as the brunette gets my shirt open and the blonde leans down to run her tongue along the top of my bra. She sticks it down into my cleavage as I lean back against her friend and kiss her.
The brunette’s got a whole different flavour, all smoke and perfume mixed together and now she’s undoing my bra while I suck on her tongue. The blonde’s got her mouth on my tit now, practically taking the whole thing in and I’m moaning even before she lets me feel her teeth on my nipple. I lean against the brunette even more and reach back to slide my hand up her skirt. Her thighs are slick and wet and I run a finger along them until I get to her crotch. Then I stick a finger inside her, just to see what it would feel like. I can feel a moan come up from inside her and she’s wet and hot against my fingers. Just then the blonde switches to my other tit and her buddy pulls up my skirt.
Those long red nails that scared me so much at first are on their way up my thigh and I just wrap my free arm around the blonde’s shoulders and groan. No way am I stopping this now. The brunette’s fingers reach up inside me, those nails grazing my clit until I’ve got goosebumps all over just thinking about it. The blonde reaches up and turns my face around as she stands up and just looks at me. No one says a word because we all know what we want. The brunette’s fingers find my magic spot and start rubbing while her girlfriend sticks a hand down her own pants and starts rubbing herself off. The other hand clamps down on my boob and starts working it between her fingers, pinching my nipple until I think I’m going to fall over.
I look away, just for a minute and watch us in the mirror. The brunette’s still nuzzling my neck through my hair, her eyes half closed. I can feel her pant against my skin. I’m wearing nothing but my skirt now and the blonde’s still wearing all her clothes. That always turns me on even more somehow, like I’m really getting away with something. She grabs my chin and turns me back to face her. Then she kisses me again just as I come, my legs shaking so hard that they both have to hold me up. I can taste pussy juice in the blonde’s mouth now, all sweet and sour rolled up together and it gets me even hotter.
I’m still shaking when they boost me up on the counter and spread my legs. They hold them open and make me watch while they kiss and the brunette sticks her hand down the other one’s pants. I reach down between my own legs and the blonde reaches out and slaps my hand away. I know I’m just supposed to watch but I’m so hot and empty I can’t help it. I try again and this time the blonde turns around and sticks three fingers inside me. I hump them, groaning the whole time and playing with my own tits. I’m hoping that I’ll be hot enough to distract both of them again and, ‘cause it’s my fantasy, I am. The blonde leans over and kisses me while she works all five fingers inside me. I spread as wide as I can, getting wetter while I watch the brunette work her hand inside her girlfriend’s pants.
That’s when the blonde balls her fingers up inside me and damn near punches her way to my G-spot. I close around her hand like a big glove and I howl. Then I hear the door open behind us. Sometimes I make it the manager who walks in, sometimes just any customer. I can never make up my mind if they join us while I’m thrashing around or if they just watch. Either way I put on quite a show. The blonde’s way into me, driving into me until I can’t see straight, leaning down to tongue my clit, then my tits and I come hard, making sounds that Johnny’s never heard out of my lips.
It gets me every time, just imagining how it could have been. Sometimes I wish I had the guts to talk to them when they were still coming in on Thursday nights, other times I think it’s just as well that I was too chicken shit. McKinney’s closed eventually and I never saw them again. I mean, you can’t have too many slow Thursdays and still stay open. I hear it’s turned into a fern bar.
I work at an insurance company now and there’s no one around like that couple, no one who I want to think about that way at least. It’s not like I’m attracted to just any girl after all, just sometimes at lunch or when I’m taking the bus home. Then there’ll be something about someone that’ll remind me of them and I’ll get all hot and wet thinking about it, just like on a Thursday night.
But I still got Johnny and it’s gotten a little wilder between us now, especially since I started suggesting stuff. I still can’t get him to do it in a bar bathroom but I’m working on it. I’m hoping it’ll be even better in real life.
My Initiation
Deva (Brisbane, Australia)
My best friend Rita had met a new guy and couldn’t stop talking about him. Said he was wild and uninhibited. Loved sex and role-playing. At first I thought she was exaggerating but after having met him I knew that all she said had to have been true. His name was Marcus and the guy was fucking gorgeous. I must admit I was very envious.
I was also a bit put out with all the attention she was giving him. We’ve shared an apartment for nearly five years. Both of us are bisexual and we’ve always enjoyed each other’s bodies as well as company. Now that she was always seeing Marcus she had no time for me.
Anyway, I was lying on my bed, and to be honest I was just thinking about Marcus, when Rita s
tartled me at my door. I felt guilty, as though I’d actually done something with him and my face flushed scarlet.
“Staying in tonight, are you?” I asked hopefully, noting she was only wearing skimpy underwear under her half-opened robe.
“No. I’ll be leaving shortly,” she said.
“So what’s up?”
“Well, I’ve got a proposition to put to you,” she said, a cheeky smile causing her luscious lips to quiver.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, you know how Marcus likes to experiment with different scenarios and stuff?” she prompted.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I was just wondering . . . you know . . . if you’re not doing anything tonight . . .” she stammered.
“Yeah.” My interest was definitely piqued.
“Well, we’ve been trying out this new game . . . and Marcus has a two-way mirror in another room . . . and, like, he won’t know you’re there . . . he won’t be able to see you or anything . . . and I was just wondering if you’d like to watch us . . . you know . . . having sex?”
“You’re kidding?” I practically choked on the words.
God, would I? Who wouldn’t?
“You don’t have to . . . it’s just that since I’ve met him . . . well, we haven’t had much time together . . . I hardly ever see you now . . . and I don’t know . . . I just thought you might be interested.”
“You mean, while the two of you are having sex, I’ll be in a room on my own watching?” I asked, my pussy throbbing at the thought of it.
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