I love fucking you with my wand.
I wish you had a dick so I could suck it.
I wish I had a dick so I could fuck you harder.
You’re getting the wand so messy! I can’t wait to clean it with my tongue.
I love your cunt. I hate that you waited so long to let me taste it again.
Leigh keeps fucking me with the wand until I stop cumming.
She stares, making me feel incredibly beautiful, in the way only a woman can.
We lie together, kissing. Thinking in quiet.
Our silence is split as the bedroom door explodes open to a stunning blonde in the doorway, mouth drooped in fury.
Hands on her hips, she looks from me to my lover.
“What the fuck, Leigh?” she says.
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I pretend that I’m sleeping.
It’s better this way. They need their privacy. I came from nowhere and took it.
I hear Leigh to my side, behind Jenny. I imagine Leigh’s hand brushing her girlfriend’s panties, lifting her shirt, spilling her breasts, and dipping to kiss her nipples.
I’ve been awake for a while. But I’m tired from our night. I woke up smiling, feeling lace at my fingers, remembering how we’d finally fallen into bed.
I hear them kissing, softly, trying not to wake me. But I’m not sleeping, and can feel myself getting wet, knowing I’ll be joining them soon.
I’m certain Leigh is stripping her girlfriend of panties. I flip to see it. Jenny turns and smiles. “Good morning.”
I smile and give my “Good morning,” both words in a giggle. Leigh finds my eyes. I’m not sure I’ve seen her smile wider.
I’m soaked remembering our night: so much pussy, both girls rubbing it all over me, moaning and screaming, minutes spent with my head swimming near blackout, and my final collapse. A short rest before things finally finished with me and Leigh screaming through an explosive goodnight while Jenny watched.
Now it’s me and Jenny, while her girlfriend is staring.
Leigh smiles at us both, patient as Jenny fondles my breasts.
She turns to Leigh. My hand slithers between her legs. Leigh pulls her lacy top to her waist. Mine is already there.
I wake each morning excited, thrilled to find Richard beside me. Most mornings we fuck. This morning, I woke up sticky enough to glaze a dozen donuts, in need of the women beside me.
Richard said I had feelings to sort. That I had to figure out who I was. I said I knew plenty. Turns out I didn’t.
Now I’m on my knees and naked, facing Leigh, about to kiss her.
Jenny says, “You two first.”
I’m flushed with excitement, again struck by Leigh’s body: its beauty, and how much I love looking at it. She opens her mouth, inviting my tongue. I slip it between her lips as Jenny’s hand falls between Leigh’s legs.
My asshole flexes. My pussy pulses. I watch Jenny rubbing Leigh and need someone to touch me.
I pull back and gather long hair behind my thin neck. Leigh leans and takes my breast in her mouth. The girlfriends meet at my body to share. Leigh’s on my right, and Jenny on my left. Leigh’s leaning against the headboard, on all fours, hovering over Jenny’s stacked legs. Each is mouthing a tit. I’m leaning back, eyes closed, grabbing my ankles and nudging my body up to get more of me into their mouths.
Jenny lets us kiss, like she has all night.
Her fingers are brushing my middle as I French kiss her girlfriend. My tongue swims in Leigh’s mouth, tasting what I tasted through the second half of yesterday, all night, in my dreams once I found them, and early enough in my waking to keep most of my thoughts from reaching for Richard.
Leigh leans back. Jenny and I fall at her breasts as if ordered.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “That feels so good. More of that.”
I can hear Jenny sucking, hard like I am, and can see her flicking her tongue at Leigh’s pink, stone-hard nipple. I palm Leigh’s pussy, rubbing it back and forth. Soon I’ll be dipping a finger.
“Lie down,” Jenny whispers to Leigh.
Leigh smiles at her lover and lays on the bed. “Now you,” Jenny says, turning to me and pointing at her other lover. “Kiss her.”
I lie beside Leigh, sideways, and kiss her as she wraps an arm backward behind my head. The other is splayed on the bed beside her.
Leigh parts her legs. Jenny goes between them.
Leigh seems in heaven, eyes closed and mouth moaning. Her head is lolled back. I sweep her body with my hands, across her breasts, pinching nipples as I pass, down to her stomach and back up her torso. Everywhere.
Leigh’s fingers are curled in my hair, lightly tugging. I can tell she’s trying not to tug harder.
“Suck this one,” Leigh orders me, squeezing her tit from the bottom and practically shoving it into my mouth.
I say, “Only if you stick your fingers in my pussy.”
Her hands are already there.
Her fingers dip into my waiting hole as I fall to her breast. I moan around her nipple. She moans louder above me. I suck her tit hard, pulling the nipple into my mouth, teasing it between my teeth. I bite it, then playfully growl. She whimpers, curling her fingers inside me as I go to kiss her.
Leigh makes a sound — a tiny high-pitched squeal — before turning toward Jenny, who launches herself against Leigh’s mouth. I watch how they kiss and get wetter.
Their softness makes me squirm, thinking of Richard.
I must be patient, give them their turn. Jenny came home pissed. The door exploded open. Leigh and I lurched up together, and practically fell from the bed.
Jenny yelled, “What the fuck, Leigh?”
Her pale, pink skin was bright-red from blushing. Her eyes were on fire.
“Wait!” Leigh cried out. “It’s not what you think!”
“What the fuck do you mean, it’s not what I think!?” Jenny had screamed. “The room smells like pussy, Leigh. Like your pussy. And this fucking bitch’s!”
She tore a shoe from her foot and hurled it at me. I ducked, but was close enough to hear the clunky whistle before it crashed into the lamp behind me.
“It’s Liza!” Leigh yelled, throwing her hands up in the air as if that explanation made everything better.
Then it did.
“Oh,” Jenny said, pausing. The second shoe dropped from her hand. She turned to me, broke into a smile, and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Liza. I’m Jenny.”
Like many couples, Jenny and Leigh had a list. I was on that list, right at the top. Like Jenny’s first girlfriend, Natalie.
Leigh had told Jenny enough stories that she already knew me. She even knew about the time Leigh and I had snuck into Barnes & Noble from the Starbucks next door, right as the bookstore was closing. We hid in the shadows until it was locked up. We donned masks, shed our clothes, and spent an entire night fucking throughout the store, and making odd displays of books spelling ridiculous things, like putting the children’s book, “Everyone Poops” beside the memoir, “On Mom.”
“I want to kiss her,” Jenny says, smiling at Leigh.
Leigh says, “OK then, I get her pussy.”
I love their playful exchanges, and that they’re mostly for me.
Jenny crawls to the top of the bed, smiling. I can feel my oven-hot cunt, getting wetter in anticipation of Leigh, who is slowly making her way between us, using molasses like movements to tease me.
Jenny kisses me as Leigh finally pushes the tip of her tongue to my clit and starts licking, like she used to do when I was barely a woman.
I’ve been with many women since Leigh. None made me feel so young or innocent, so much like a me I no longer am, and won’t be again.
I swim in Jenny’s mouth thinking, This is what Leigh goes to sleep tasting each night, and wonder if that’s a sweeter taste than Richard.
No, not sweeter. Different.
She works slowly on my pussy. Leigh parts my folds, and drags her lips lengthwise along my pu
ssy. She darts her tongue into my center, then drags it up and down. She mashes her mouth inside me, making me feel things I’ve not felt in a while, reminding me that there are things Richard can’t do.
Why would he want me to feel this?
I swat the thought and turn to the girls.
“Please,” I whimper, “can you both rub my pussy?”
They laugh. Jenny moves down toward Leigh as Leigh pulls her face from my soaking hole. She slits her middle finger into my cunt and starts sloshing while Jenny rubs my clit.
I grab her face and yank it toward me, kiss her, then shove her away and start bucking up into my morning’s first orgasm.
Then, just what I wanted: explosion.
I try not to laugh, looking up at the couple’s expressions. Jenny and Leigh both look intense, working in tandem to get me off. They’re a team, and working well together. Shocks of pleasure are sharp through my body. Jenny rubs faster at the top in tight circles, as Leigh’s finger swims through the dips.
I slap my hand between my legs, and bat theirs away.
It’s too much.
I laugh as I finish, my whole body shaking.
The girls are smiling. I wonder what’s next.
My pussy’s still hungry, even after just eating.
But it isn’t my turn. Not after what was just done to me, and what the girls had been doing all night. They were generous with their affections, never making me feel like an intruder. I feel like a guest, with each of them fighting for pieces of fruit. Jenny shared in our pleasure, but put our history first, as Leigh would do for her Natalie.
“Who’s next?” I ask.
They both stare, smiling and silent.
“I’m going to eat one of you. Whose pussy am I eating first?”
“Hers,” they say at once, each of them pointing.
“No,” Jenny insists, shaking her head. “It has to be her.”
Leigh smiles rather than argues, then lays back on the bed, parts her legs, looks into my eyes, and with a slightly curled lip says, “Eat my pussy like you ate it at Kyle Cranston’s, when he went to make popcorn.”
I push my face all the way into Leigh’s pussy and nuzzle around, using all of my mouth and a bit of my teeth, making her rattle and shake, kicking one leg in the air like a dog with a scratched belly — all the things she couldn’t do at Kyle’s.
She cums all over my face as Jenny squeezes her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to turn them an even brighter shade of pink. She stops shaking. Jenny says, “Give her more.”
I pull away from Leigh’s pussy, press my hands high on her inner thighs, push down to part them, spread her pussy lips so her soaking hole is wide and exposed, then dive in for seconds.
I thrust three fingers into Leigh’s cunt. Jenny rubs her up top, like she had rubbed me a few orgasms before, when Leigh was thrusting.
Jenny and I aren’t in love, but we still manage to join forces well enough to hurl Leigh into another orgasm, strong enough to make her body spring up from the bed, then crash back with an open-mouthed bellow.
Leigh kisses Jenny, then me.
“Now is it my turn?” Jenny asks as she’s pulling away.
“Of course,” I say, smiling with Leigh.
Jenny turns to kiss me. Leigh starts licking her pussy.
There’s something different about Jenny that I need to taste more of. Part of me thinks I should stay here with the girls, see where things go. They’ve already offered, and it would be easy to do.
Leigh’s an artist, and her work sells well — even if only due to her father’s connections. Either way, she has plenty to live on, and eons of time. Jenny’s younger, but not by much: a student, supported by Leigh.
“How about a week?” Leigh had asked, after I said no to a month.
“No, this isn’t like that. I want to get home, back to Richard.”
“But you have to fuck your way through history first,” Leigh teased. “Starting with me?”
Staying was dangerous, so I snuffed the desire. But every time Jenny or Leigh asked, another layer of resistance was peeled. Why not? was already starting to feel like, Well, maybe I should.
As I lay kissing Jenny, my resistance was at its thinnest. What was the harm, staying a week? Except a week would be a month, and a month would melt into who knows how long after that.
Like Europe.
So, what if it does?
Isn’t that what Richard wants?
Isn’t that what all of this is designed to do?
Jenny whimpers something I can only interpret as, “My turn!”
I turn from her mouth as Leigh pulls away from her pussy. I look at Leigh. She’s beaming, and I feel like giggling. I start rubbing Jenny’s pussy in swift circles at the top as Leigh shoves her middle finger in and out, just like as she had been doing with me.
Jenny screams as she cums, and flies up from the bed.
I rub her harder, wishing I had a finger inside her, wanting to feel Jenny’s pussy clenching my digit.
I should stay.
No: The sounds and scents are a siren’s call. A week would pass, and I’d know nothing more than I already do.
I love fucking women, especially Leigh, because she’s my first and makes me stare into a part of me I sometimes don’t see, or foolishly think is no longer necessary to know. I’m infatuated with Jenny, because she’s new, and because we’ve shared something so intimate already. I want to know her better, and taste her more. But I must go.
I tell myself I’ll leave, as soon as we’re finished.
Jenny loses control. She screams, “Oh my God!” and “Fuck me faster!” over and over, alternating between them.
She yells, “OH FUCK!!” squeezing her tits, looking up from the mattress with what seems like tremendous effort, trying to see what Leigh and I are doing between her legs.
Jenny thrashes on the bed. In a voice I’ve never heard, and that I suspect was invented for Jenny, Leigh says, “Do you like being fucked like a good, little bitch?”
Leigh whimpers yes, then yells, “FUCK YES!” again.
“You like it when I fuck you fast and hard with my finger, because I don’t have a dick!”
“YES! FUCK YES!”
Jenny shakes hard through her orgasm. Her body seemed needy, and after Leigh’s dirty talk, finally satisfied by something.
Jenny finishes and kisses me, not Leigh. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s wanting me more, or because I’m nearer to her sweat-drenched body.
I’m not sure if I should kiss Jenny back, or leave her for Leigh.
I sink into her kiss, because this is the end, then leave her lips and fall back to the mattress. My body’s on fire, but cooling.
I’m close my eyes and think of Cooper.
Like a Man and a Woman Together
I didn’t expect to be here more than a day.
I returned to this part of my past to fuck Leigh. I never expected Jenny. After I had her, I never expected to have her again, at least not alone.
Now here we are together, sipping vodka and OJ, slowly getting drunk, each of us knowing exactly what we are going to do.
We’re dressed in bathing suits, nowhere near a pool, sitting on Leigh’s deck, feigning vacation. We’re alone, Leigh is gone. I don’t feel bad doing this with Jenny, because I’m sure that’s what she wanted.
She left us on purpose, after I’ve fallen back asleep, following our morning adventure. My body was emptied after flooding with pleasure. Lost, I drifted through dreams, in and out, searching for Richard in vacant rooms, running down one endless corridor into another. The hallways were long, and ended in rooms from my past.
Rooms flooded with lovers: Cooper and Sasha, Hope and Ellie. The last one had Zoe. She was sitting in the middle, waiting to find me. Her legs were spread, and fingers deep in her pussy. She looked up as I burst through the door. I stood, frantic, desperate to taste her. She smiled, and in a slow motion courted in a dream, lifted her hand to show me her gli
stening fingers. Zoe slipped them into her mouth and moaned, beckoning me.
I woke up, wanting to leave. I couldn’t see Zoe until I saw Cooper, and I couldn’t see Cooper until I left Leigh’s.
But Jenny wasn’t going to let me.
“How do you like your drink?” she asks.
I sip as she runs her hands across my stomach. “It’s perfect,” I say, though it’s too much vodka to orange juice, and the juice is too tart.
“No, it isn’t,” She laughs. “But you are.”
Jenny takes her hand from my stomach and brings her lips to mine.
She sets her drink on the small glass table in front of us. I set mine beside it. She removes her black bikini top. It belongs to Leigh, as does mine. I take mine off and drop it on the floor beside hers.
She lies down, her back to the wicker and ass pressed into the cushion. Her knees are up, ankles spilling over the edge. I nestle to the side, kissing her.
I circle my tongue around Jenny’s nipple, then clamp my mouth to her breast. Her breasts are nothing like Leigh’s, which are full and almost heavy with perfection. Jenny’s are so light they’re barely there.
I finish with her breast, then return to her mouth, tasting Jenny before leaning back into the cushions behind me.
Jenny squeezes my tit from the bottom so my hard nipple protrudes. She flicks it with her tongue to make me want her more than I already do, then lightly laps it, taking her time, doing what she promised to make my extra stay worthwhile.
I woke from my morning nap drenched in sweat, with Leigh’s fingers running the length of my body. “Are you awake?” she whispered. “I have to go.”
I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes.
“What time is it?”
“Early afternoon,” she said. “I have to meet someone. About maybe showing at the Sunrise Gallery. But I wanted to say goodbye first.”
We shared our final kiss and said our farewell. I felt sadder than I imagined I would, especially considering I’d not seen or spoken to Leigh in years, and only came over to fuck.
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