by D. L. Savage
“Oh shit,” Stephen murmured, and I felt his dick twitch and grow even further, deep in my mouth.
As I sucked away, Jill had brought her focus once more to my body, first undressing me, pulling off my remaining panties and bra, and then eagerly positioning herself on her back between my legs, lapping and sucking at my pussy, her tongue grazing my clit and pussy lips, sending fresh shockwaves of pleasure flashing out around my lithe young body.
But even though she knew exactly what she was doing with her mouth and fingers, I began to feel that deep horny yearning that I’d grown to realize only a cock could satisfy. It was as if my whole body, every single fiber of me, was crying out for the big meaty dick that was pulsing away in my mouth.
So I pulled Stephen’s shaft from my lips with a final loud wet pop, then crawled forward, throwing my legs over him, his eager eyes taking in my small toned body, his hands moving quickly to my breasts, cupping them, my yearning nipples so hard that they were almost painful. I reached down between my parted legs, unable to close my hand fully around Stephen’s cock due to its impressive girth, as, very gently, I guided it towards my wet, yearning opening.
I felt his cock head touch against my parted pussy lips — a sensuous, delicious heat — and with trembling legs, I began to gently ease myself down onto him, feeling his cock stretching my pussy as wide as it would go, so much wider than anything I’d known before now.
As I began to gently ride Stephen, he cupped my buttocks with his hot hands, spreading them wide apart and also helping me ride him at just the pace he liked.
I could feel the pleasure fluttering around my body as I ground my pussy up and down against his thick hot cock, feeling his swollen balls slapping against my pussy lips with each fresh thrust. And behind me, I heard Jill spit on her fingers, then begin to gently massage my tender, tingling little asshole, too, slowly slipping a finger inside it as I continued to ride her man.
I began to moan as I felt my pleasure once more begin to consume me. Fuck; it felt so good to have both of them working on me at once again: Jill fingering my asshole and Stephen pounding my pussy with his cock, his hands cupping my butt, his mouth occasionally lapping at the tender, rock-hard buds of my nipples.
I came hard with a squeal, feeling my pussy once more clenching and spasming around Stephen’s thick cock, this time obviously causing him some intense pleasure too, as he leant forward, his eyes closing and a low manly grunt escaping his lips.
I pulled myself off him just in time, his cock looking even more delicious than before, now flushed a deep purple color and glittering with my pussy juices.
Both Jill and I fell onto it once more, kissing at either side of his shaft, tasting the sweetness of my pussy on his silky skin, just as, with a final grunt, his cum spurted free from the tip of his cock, pulsing in silky white waves down his shaft, the salty sexy taste of it mixing in with my pussy’s sweetness, his shaft twitching and jerking between our soft sensuous lips.
I swirled the taste of his cum around my mouth with my tongue, then pulled my mouth away from his cock, wanting to kiss Jill directly. And when my lips found hers and my tongue pushed against her own, I realized with delight that she too had been savoring some of Stephen’s cum. As we kissed, we passed this salty goodness back and forth between our mouths, our trembling hands finding each others tender breasts once more, our smooth silky feminine bodies brushing so sensuously together.
Oh God; it felt so divine, so perfect, and I realized with a sudden pang of sadness that soon, very soon, this delicious pleasure would all be coming to an end …
* * *
“Wow, that was so fucking hot!” Jill murmured, the first one of us to break the heady, sweaty silence.
We were all lying sprawled, naked and flushed, on their king size bed.
“I have to say, Doc,” Stephen said, “that I like you much better as a woman!”
I giggled.
It felt so strange thinking that I had ever been anything but a woman now. I was enjoying ever second of my new life, my enjoyment only tempered every now and again by the sad gnawing feeling that soon I would have to say goodbye to my two best friends.
“I’ve absolutely loved living here, you know,” I murmured, my head resting happily on Stephen’s sweaty sculpted torso, his meaty still-half-hard cock only inches from my lips. “Thank you both so much for all you’ve done for me …”
“Well,” Jill said, snuggling in to Stephen too, “we’d like to thank you too, Lucy. I don’t supposed you noticed, but just before you came along, things weren’t going so great between us …”
“Really?” I said. I had no idea; they’d seemed like such a perfect couple.
“Yeah,” she continued, nodding solemnly.
“In fact, the very night you arrived, we were on the brink of splitting up. So in a lot of ways, we’re glad you came along. You’ve given our relationship a whole new lease of life ...”
I nodded sadly.
“I just wish I could stay …” I murmured, knowing how ridiculous and childish I was being. It was impossible. There was no room for me here in this cramped little one-bed apartment. I knew I needed to leave; I just didn’t want to say goodbye.
“Actually, about that,” Stephen chipped in. “We were thinking about looking for a bigger place later on this week — somewhere perhaps with an extra bedroom …”
I looked up, turning my gaze from his exquisite body to his beaming, smiling face, his blonde hair falling beautifully about his features.
“Really?” I said, almost unable to believe what I was hearing.
“Yeah!” he replied. “Come and live with us! Why not? And also … we could have some more fun … What do you say, Lucy?”
And hearing Stephen say my new name — my real name — caused a deep shiver of satisfaction within me.
I couldn’t keep a smile of my own off my face.
“I’d love to.”
2
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* * *
“You sure you won’t be too bored while I’m away?” Jenny asked me, that Friday night.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetie,” I replied pulling her into me in a big warm hug. “I’ll be fine.”
“Now remember, there’s healthy meals in the fridge,” she added with a wry smile. “I don’t want to come back to find this place full of empty takeout containers.”
I laughed and nodded, picking up her suitcase and carrying it outside, where her sister, Caroline was already waiting in her car.
I opened the trunk and put the suitcase inside, then gave Jenny a final goodbye kiss, before standing back as she climbed into the passenger seat and began to buckle her seatbelt.
“You girls have fun!” I called, and they both laughed and grinned.
It was Caroline’s hen weekend, and from what my wife Jenny had told me, there were indeed going to have quite a wild time. They’d booked a luxury cottage with a number of other old friends, and on one night, they’d even hired a male stripper.
I’d met a few of Jenny’s old friends before, and just like her they were pretty an
d outgoing, and I had to admit, there was something kind of hot about the idea of a room full of attractive women – including my wife and sister-in-law – all getting exited over a male stripper.
I liked thinking about how turned on they’d get, their cute panties becoming drenched as they checked out his toned muscular body and big hard cock.
In reality, I didn’t really know how far this male stripper would go, but in my fantasies, he went all the way: jacking his big dick, driving my wife and her friends totally out of their minds with horniness.
That Friday evening, as I stood there on the driveway waving Jenny and Caroline away, I found myself thinking again about this scene: a whole room of cute women, getting aroused by a guy who was way more muscular and well-endowed than I’d ever be – with my skinny frame and tiny five-inch dick.
As I headed back inside the house, closing the door behind me, I just knew I’d have to masturbate straight away, otherwise I’d no doubt spend the rest of the evening totally distracted by this latest horny thought.
I headed upstairs towards the bathroom, but something I saw made me stop on the way. Jenny must have packed her case in quite a hurry, because there were clothes strewn all over the floor to the upper hallway – things she’d perhaps discarded at the last minute to make more space in her suitcase. And there amongst the tangle of tights and yoga pants and socks, one thing in particular caught my attention: a cute bright pink thong from Victoria’s Secret.
I don’t know why, but something made me snatch it up from the floor of the hallway before I carried on to the bathroom, quickly locking the door out of habit, even though I was now totally alone in the house.
I guess I should mention that usually my wife wears regular sensible briefs, but occasionally she will wear thongs and g-strings – more to avoid panty lines than to look sexy. And I guess I’d always been more than a little curious about what it might feel like to actually try on a thong. Well, I figured, what the hell, today I was finally going to find out.
As I started to get undressed, I realized with a growing sense of excitement and nervousness just how turned on I was becoming by this new kinky idea. It was so strange: I’d never really had any interest in trying on women’s underwear before, but there was something about that thong, maybe the eye-catching bright pink color of it, but suddenly it seemed like the most exciting idea I could think of, to pull it up over my thighs and feel it slip between my buttocks, as I finally discovered just what it felt like for a cute sexy girl to wear something like that.
In a hurry I pushed off my jeans, tugged off my t-shirt, then removed my boxer shorts and socks, too, leaving myself fully naked. Then I gingerly stepped into the thong, pulling it slowly up over my legs, feeling the silky pink material brushing against my thighs, then finally sliding between my ass cheeks and fitting snugly around my tight swollen balls. My hard, throbbing cock was left sticking up over the waistband of the panties, snug and hot against my belly, and even though I wanted to stroke it, I found myself holding off a moment, just enjoying the sensations of wanting to touch my dick but not allowing myself too. Instead, I knelt on the floor of the bathroom, focusing entirely on the strange wedgie-like sensation of the thong, tight and snug between my cheeks, the thin strip of fabric brushing against my asshole, and I closed my eyes, once again conjuring up the scene that turned me on so much: Jenny and Caroline and all their cute sexy girlfriends, creaming their panties at the sight of some well-endowed, muscular male stripper.
And this time, as I imagined their cute nipples becoming hard and their clits beginning to ache, the gussets of their thongs getting totally soaked through as the stripper swung his big thick cock around in front of them, teasing them with it, I also imagined that I was one of them: because that was the thing that was turning me on the most I realized, the idea of actually being one of the girls at this party.
It was so weird. Never in my life had I had thoughts or fantasies of this kind, but now here I was, hornier than I’d ever felt before, not even touching my dick, simply closing my eyes and licking my lips as I imagined being a cute sexy girl with hard nipples and a soaking wet pussy, aching to stroke and suck the cock of some anonymous male stripper.
In my imagination, the stripper turned and locked eyes with me, strutting towards me, thrusting his big thick cock right up in my face. And with a final shiver of anticipation, I imagined myself reaching out and stroking it, my fingers sliding up and down the slick hard shaft of his big hot dick, my pretty glossy lips parting in anticipation as I guided it towards my mouth, a shiver of excitement flowing through me as I finally closed my lips around the silky swollen head, my clit throbbing madly and my nipples totally rock hard, my cute thong panties soaked right through as I parted my legs even wider.
And with a final shudder, I actually began to orgasm right there on the bathroom floor – even though I hadn’t even touched my dick!
What the hell? I thought as I looked down in total surprise and amazement, and sure enough, my tiny cock was twitching and pulsing, shooting a series of surprisingly powerful spurts of fresh white cum up onto my belly, not to mention the wooden paneled floor between my parted thighs.
I sat back on the bathroom floor, shivering, my mind spinning, totally confused.
I mean, this really wasn’t anything like my normal, regular sexual fantasies.
Was I turning gay?
And as I got to my feet, my legs still felt a little wobbly as I slipped off the thong and then grabbed a wad of toilet paper to clean up the cum. And I found my mind was still spinning with all kinds of crazy new thoughts ...
* * *
That evening, I couldn’t get what had happened out of my head. I’d planned to spend the weekend simply chilling out – drinking beer, maybe watching some football, just having a little ‘me time’. But now all I could think about was how good it had felt, indulging my strange new fantasy, imagining that I was some hot chick, dressed in sexy underwear, sucking cock.
And I have to admit: a part of me was starting to freak out a little, too. I mean, did this mean I was gay, or bi, or what?
Growing up, I’d always been totally one-hundred-percent straight, and I knew that any of my guy friends would think I was a total sissy fag, if they ever found out I’d got off on something so strange and kinky.
But despite my reservations, I simply couldn’t get the thoughts out of my damn head, and if anything, the more I tried not to think of them, the more they took over my mind completely.
That night, I cracked open a beer and sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at porn on my laptop, feeling my horniness building inside me once again. But this time, it was the weirdest thing. Because when I looked at the kind of regular guy-girl scenes that usually turned me on, tonight I found myself paying more attention to the chick instead of the dude: imagining how hot it would be to have long sexy hair and cute little titties with rock-hard nipples, as I sucked and fucked some big muscular beefcake.
As I stared at the screen, I could feel my cock getting hard all over again, but even though I wanted nothing more than to jack off, instead I slammed the lid of the laptop closed and headed up the stairs to bed, feeling a little guilty about my weird new thoughts and feelings.
As I headed into the bedroom and began getting undressed, and it was only as I was unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans that I remembered the cute pink Victoria’s Secret thong, which I’d balled up and stuffed guiltily into my back pocket shortly after I’d finished my session in the bathroom.
I sat down on the end of the bed and pulled it out, holding it up in front of me in the dim light of the bedroom. My hands were shaking a little, and I knew I wanted nothing more than to put it on again, maybe fire up some porn and feel my cock grow hard without even touching it, as I let my mind once more indulge these kinky new thoughts and fantasies I was having.
But instead I forced myself to throw it into the washing basket then get into bed, hoping that a good night’s sleep would reset my swirling
brain and in the morning I’d be back to my usual normal self again.
* * *
I woke up bright and early the following morning, the sound of my cell phone ringing away on the bedside table, just where I’d left it charging. I snatched it up and stared at the screen – Jenny calling.
“Hey!” I said.
“Good morning,” she laughed back. “How are you?”
Immediately, the events of yesterday evening flashed back into my mind, but I quickly pushed them away again. “Fine, same as always,” I said quickly, hoping she didn’t hear anything guilty in my tone of voice. “How’s the party going so far?”
“Pretty good,” she answered cheerfully. “The place we’re staying in is awesome, and we hit up a few bars and got kinda drunk last night. Nothing too crazy though. That’s happening tonight!”
“Oh yeah?” I said, trying to act totally casual, but deep down I knew exactly what she was talking about and I was desperate to hear more details.
“The stripper’s been arranged for eight,” she continued, totally oblivious to my new heightened interest. “It’s so funny. All the girls are getting really excited ...”
“Ha ha,” I said, forcing a casual laugh. I wanted to ask so many more questions, but I just couldn’t think of a way to do it, without drawing suspicion to myself.
“And don’t worry, baby,” she added. “I won’t do anything too naughty.”
“You’d better not!” I laughed back, but for some reason my heart was pounding and it felt like all my nerves were crackling with electricity, as again I imagined the scene: a bunch of cute, sexy women, all getting wet at the sight of some muscular male stripper ...
