He was lost. He needed to do this. He felt it deep within him and he let all of it go. He'd tasted women's panties before, licked and sucked at the cotton paneled gussets until they were dry. He knew the thrill of such an act, but only ever alone. Always alone. Sneaking panties from women's bathroom hampers over the years was commonplace, and the rush he felt tasting them, imagining what the women would do if they knew what he was up to always made his head sing with excitement. He was trembling with excitement now with her watching him, talking sweetly to him, encouraging him, telling him to do what only his mind had ever been able to do.
Over and over he moaned her name aloud. He was not hurried, he was not out of control, he was lost in pleasure. He thought of something, some act that he'd only ever dared try alone, and he did it for her. He was a total and complete whore for her. Repeatedly he announced that he was a whore. He spoke these things aloud because, in his most heated states of masturbatory bliss, he'd spoke those things aloud too. It was his habit to speak aloud to her, to beg her, to announce to her during masturbation, even though she wasn't there, that he was a whore and a slut, and even though he was alone, he spoke these things aloud anyway. He was in this state now. Except, he knew she was with him. He wanted her to know, to understand, he wanted her to realize that this "performance" was not a one-off, it was a well-seasoned practice session and he spoke aloud all of his deepest desires now with her, playing lazily with her pussy through her silky thong.
"Stop sissy," she understood that she needed to slow things down or he would ejaculate. She watched him obediently stop. He knew as well. "No touching. No stroking. No vibrator."
She used two fingers and she felt deep inside her pussy. She could feel how wet she'd become. She showed him as she worked. She was standing before him, pushing her pelvis forward and into his face, she curled her two fingers and drew them out from deep inside herself. She reached down, indicating he should spread himself open, and she smeared her cum-covered fingers on his labia.
He watched her lean over his spread open legs and he felt her warm, slippery wet fingers smearing her sperm over his already lubricated labia. He felt it wet and silky smooth. He opened his legs and held them up in the air as wide as he could accepting her gift.
"A good sissy doesn't only look and feel like a woman, she smells and tastes like one," she said. She repeated this act again making sure his labia were wet with her sperm.
"Now taste yourself," she said.
She watched him use his first two fingers, mimicking her movements. He felt so naughty opening himself up, he pulled his knees back toward his chest and smeared his slippery balls and perineum with his fingertips before bringing them to his wet painted lips. He moaned and looked her in the eyes and fingerfucked his mouth squeezing his thighs closed, then opening them, then squeezing them closed again.
She was watching him with fascination. One hand was fucking his mouth, and the other hand was fingering his balls and perineum, she was compelled to finger herself and she sat on the bed facing him. She mirrored his appearance and opened her legs. She lay back on a pile of pillows and at that moment had a kind of out-of-body experience. She felt suddenly that she was watching the two of them, both scantily dressed, both with painted faces, both spread wide open and fingering themselves. She pressed the soles of her feet against the soles of his. They pushed against each other until both of them held up their wide open and smoothly shaved legs in the shape of a V. Intuitively they both scootched closer toward the other until their smooth curved assess pressed together. The backs of their thighs and calves stuck straight up and wide open fell to either side of the other on the bed placing them into the classic lesbian scissoring position. She'd watched lesbian porn before with her husband and scissoring always had a strange impact on her. She'd put herself into the scenes and on rare occasions, she'd let herself imagine what it would feel like to smash her wet, slippery pussy against another's.
He felt his wet slippery balls against her wet, slippery pussy and he felt the reward delayed gratification. Oh, how he'd imagined this moment, smashing his pussy against her pussy and grinding his hips along with her.
They intertwined their fingers and hands in a teasing dance of fingerbanging. She felt his fingers inside her, and she used her fingers to diddle his balls and asshole. He squeezed a generous dollop of lube on their smashed-together pussies and she used the vibrator to find each other's pleasure points. They felt the surge of vibration and pushed toward each other's pussy with urgency and desperation for more. Higher she thought, I need it higher and she cranked it up to max and she began fucking her pussy with her cock. She felt his wet fingers exploring and she sat up pulled out her cock and then sat down directly onto his erect cock.
He felt the heat and wet warmth ensheathe his cock and she slipped down onto him like a perfect fit. He opened his mouth and as she fully engulfed him she shoved her wet pussy cum covered cock into it. She fucked his mouth and his cock. She bounced up and down on his hard cock with newly-found desperation and she fucked his mouth calling him a whore and a slut, she slapped his face and fucked him like he was just a huge sex toy.
