[Warning: if you aren't willing to read about man on man sex but get turned on by girl on girl stories, then you're being a hypocrite and should skip this one for sure! This was intended to be part two of one of my most popular stories, but it took on a life of its own and may just need another chapter. The previous story isn't necessary to appreciate this, but since it's one of the most read stories I've ever written, you might want to find it in the near future. And finally, this will be my100th submission to Literotica, and I'm frankly amazed that I haven't run out of ideas! Enjoy]
At five foot, ten inches, I'm tall for a woman. With 36D boobs that I love to show off, long legs and a flat stomach from lots of Pilates and dancercise -- not to mention what I'm told is a nice ass -- I was also blessed with a voracious sex drive and a very dirty mind. As my husband Danny says, I'm every guy's wet dream -- a slut in the bedroom, bedroom eyes in public, a sense of humor and a brain. (Okay, that last might take me off some men's list, but that's not my problem!). Guys, you really don't get how easy it is to have our way with you -- bend the right way, flash some flesh and we see when you respond. We (and since this has been confirmed by my friend Georgia as well as some of our mutual girlfriends, it's safe to say we, as in, "all the women in the world who aren't bashful about their bodies and minds.") know very well which of your two heads to play to!
(By the way, my name's Helena. Just for reference -- although, since I'm writing this first person and never, ever call myself by my name, it might not really matter. I suppose that's what an editor is for, right?)
I'm also privileged -- even blessed -- to be married to Danny, who is my male counterpart. He's handsome, in shape, well-hung, and with just as dirty a mind as I do. Part of what has kept us together has been our mutual drives for physical sensation and pleasure (they aren't necessarily the same). But the largest part of what keeps our marriage healthy is that we keep no secrets -- any more, that is. I never made any pretense to him that I was anything more than a bisexual slut who was almost always horny. Danny, as it turned out, had kept quiet about himself until recently. Perhaps it was the pegging -- when I suggested it, he was surprisingly eager for it! Maybe I should have picked up the clue when he wanted to suck on my strap-on first, and in retrospect, his ability to deep throat the whole thing right away was a dead giveaway that I missed.
But at some point (the exact point, by the way, is in part one of this story, if you're interested) he coughed up the furball of his bi tendencies. That conversation will stay with me always. He was shy, embarrassed, apologetic, brave, courageous and so incredibly vulnerable as he shared how he'd come to appreciate cocks almost as much as I did, and had then hidden it and suppressed it for years out of fears and shame. Having read story after story, as well as many of the comments by readers, by men who wound up sucking cock and hiding it, or who wished they could, I had a sense that there wasn't anything wrong with Danny -- except that he was denying himself something he liked for no good reason.
We fixed that shortly there-after. That chapter's already been written and published, but as they say, life goes on. My girlfriend Georgia and I were comparing notes in the matter about a week after the evening we'd spent with Danny, her boytoy Tony and his monster cock. (Given the size of it, it almost does seem like a being itself.) We were online doing it -- comparing notes, that is - since she had been exposed to someone testing positive for Covid at her job. After all, we had said we needed to make a list of the things that were now possible with all -- or almost all, since I wasn't sure about Tony -- had turned out to be bi. I mean Tony let Danny suck his cock, but all my experience with guys (prior to marriage, anyway) suggested that a hard dick will take any relief that comes its way. Owners have been known to shut their eyes -- or visit glory holes in adult book stores and theaters. Hell, I even seen guys advertise that they have those in their homes. (Hey, I'm a curious woman. I have a voracious reading appetite and a VERY dirty mind!)
I decided to get right to that point. "Georgie, what was Tony's reaction to the night? I mean, he got off and wasn't asked to reciprocate. It looked like he was okay with it -- but did he say anything to you?"
"Well, he asked me when we could have another get together with both of you guys. And he said that specifically. BOTH. Which makes me very happy for more than a few reasons. Now we just have to get through this quarantine thing. My problem right now is that Tony spoiled me for all my toys! To get anything as big as he is costs a small fortune. So I try to think pure thoughts -- and I've made him get me a fresh stock of batteries!"
"Damn, I feel for you! Well, I hate to say it, but what I wanted to talk about was anything BUT "pure thoughts." Unless, of course, you want to stretch the definition to include pure lust, debauchery and unlimited sexual escapades."
"I was a afraid you were going in that direction. You really know how to hurt a girl, don't you?" she laughed. "But if you make me horny, I'm just going to have to do something about it. Does this app record? Maybe we could create a little porn for the guys...." I watched her eyes light up and her demeanor shift -- and I hadn't done a thing.
"Aha, I see that old adage is true -- a dirty mind is a joy forever. No fair -- fess up and tell me what just crossed your mind that had you uncross your legs?"
"Did you ever think we could be video stars?" she asked. We both broke up, but in a very real sense, it was true. We were on camera. We were only visible to each other, and we both had very few inhibitions -- and, as I think I said, I had a very dirty mind!! I looked at her and her eyes grew wide, then my eyes got wide, then my expression changed as I began to think dirty thoughts, then she caught on.....pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically and getting naked at the same time!
"Well, since this would be porn for women, by women, what now?" I asked.
Georgia (her actual name -- Georgie is my pet name for her) is a tiny woman (four eleven on a good day, wearing heels) with 36D boobs like mine -- except hers appear ginormous given her body size. And amazingly enough, hers were very firm -- no sag, just big and with long brown nipples. Mine, even though they were the same size, seemed to sag and looked smaller given my height. I put a hand under each of mine, lifted them and pinched my nipples as if I was offering them to her. I felt myself grow wet as I did it, and so I figured I needed a little set design. Luckily Danny and I had been inventive and set up our bedroom for videos, so I moved there. I placed my phone on the shelf we had, in the mount we had (and plugged it in since I didn't want it shutting down), enlarged the image and then got up on my bed. Propped up on pillows at the headboard, my legs were spread and my pussy was on display as I resumed offering the camera my boobs.
"Hot" said Georgia. "Wish I was there."
"Yeah, too bad. I remember how good you were when you decided it was okay to eat me! But since you aren't here, you'll just have to watch as I substitute. Eat your heart out!" With that I reached into my nightstand. I felt around and took out a butt plug, my largest dildo and lube. "It's my biggest but Tony makes it look tiny" I said.
"I've been meaning to ask -- how are you doing? Still stretched out?" said Georgia, leering. By now she had come up with some way to mount her cell phone and was sitting on her couch, legs spread and boobs in hand.
"I think I'm back to how it was. Danny hasn't complained. Oh, wait. He's decided that anal was his new thing. Maybe to get back at me from pegging him in front of you guys. So I'm not sure if I'm back to my old tight slit."
"Well," said Georgie, "I suppose we can find out if you stick that big piece of silicone in your pussy, right?"
"Yes" I said, "but let me ask: would you rather eat from a fast food takeout window, or sit down at a multi-course meal?"
"What?!! I don't get it."
"I was trying for a metaphor. Guess I missed it. I plan to fill my hole with this big boy, but I have things I plan to do first to make it memorable. I've never done this with another person watching -- me playing with myself, that is. I mean, you know I've been stuffed full before because you saw some of that. I've gone a lot further, by the way."
"You have? Like how?"
"Does the phrase 'air-tight' mean anything to you?" I said with a grin. I watched her face as I said it, and it was precious! The initial "what the fuck" moment, followed by the "oh my God, you mean" epiphany, her expressions changing slowly. And all that turned into something like admiration (admittedly, my interpretation) and interest.
"All three holes? How was it?" she asked as one hand grabbed a big boob and nipple while the other began rubbing around her clit. "You gotta tell me more!"
"Well," I said, "it's a favorite experience of mine. Danny and I have some good friends -- good, as in intimate, friendly fuckers -- and we use them to echo more than a few of the hot stories we've read online. Like the "I can't pay, so I will offer up my wife" card game scenario, or the "you get to watch as we do what we want to your wife" stories; the "captured by a group of ravenous women" one..."
"Wait a minute. I turned you on to Literotica and I've NEVER read anything like that last one!"