On the laptop screen, I was watching this straight white guy get fucked by his tall black roommate, who happened to be a girl with a cock. I think he hadn't paid rent or something and she was getting payback for having to cover his ass.
"Oh god, it's so big..." the guy on screen moaned. "Don't stop!"
At the same time, I was getting fucked from behind by a big black strap-on wielded by Kelly. Or "Mistress Steele" when Kelly is in a mood to dominate. Kelly always got to pick the porn we watched and I was noticing a theme: straight guys who end up exploring a less-than-straight side of themselves.
As a straight guy getting his ass done by my lesbian neighbor on a semi-regular basis, I could relate. To make things weirder, that same lesbian was often doing the same thing to my gay brother Mark and sometimes on the very same night.
Kelly and her girlfriend Michelle were trying to get pregnant and they wanted Mark and his good bone structure to be the father. The problem was that Mark's bone wasn't super into girl bodies; Kelly helped him out by fucking his ass so he could stay turned on and keep screwing her girlfriend. Sometimes Kelly said it was like she was actually just using Mark's body to fuck Michelle.
This was the third month they were trying and Kelly wasn't dealing with the planned infidelity too well.
As far as I could tell, Michelle had no idea about what was going on with her girlfriend and I. Guilty with this secret, Kelly seemed to be drinking more often and sometimes showing up a little drunk when we met up. I'd heard a couple of loud arguments while walking by their apartment down the hall from us.
Kelly flipped me over so I was now facing her as she put my feet over her shoulders and laid into me. She reached down to stoke me and got me as stiff as a board. I'd usually be there by now but something about today felt off, like it was rushed and we weren't connecting.
With a swift move, Kelly unstrapped and slid on top of me, leaving the dildo inside me. She was always careful not to let me slip inside her but she loved getting off while sliding her wet pussy along my hard cock. This time she leaned backwards with one hand supporting herself and the other working the cock in my ass.
Kelly finally had a shuddering orgasm, her pussy flooding as she fell backwards off of me. I raised up and laid on top of her, kissing her neck and then moving down her body. I loved her long, slim torso with her small, firm tits and six pack stomach.
She kept herself trimmed nicely and I licked her hip bones while eyeing the tidy patch of hair. I moved over and lapped at her, cleaning up all of her sweet juices.
I got out of bed and picked up her limp body and carried her to our bathroom. I laid her down in the tub and ran the hot water for her. She was smiling, she loved it when I did this.
"You're the best."
I smirked. "I'm pretty sure Michelle is the best and I'm a convenient distraction."
"Ha, well you started as a distraction. I wish I could keep both of you."
I lathered Kelly's back with a sponge and body wash and shampooed her short, boyish hair. She had broad shoulders for a girl and I gave them a little massage while she soaked in the bath. She purred when I dug deep in her back muscles.
"Oh fuck yeah, that's sooooo good."
"Haha now you sound like that porn we were watching."
After the bath, I dried her body carefully. Sometimes I'd realize that Kelly was playing the traditional dude role in our relationship; she controlled everything and I tended to her every need.
As I patted her hair dry and then moved down her back to that perfect little ass, I tried to make conversation.
"So why the shemale porn today?"
Kelly's body tensed up a little. "You know, transwomen HATE that term."
"Sorry, yeah, I think I'd heard that. I'm not the most enlightened caveman around here. Why the... transwoman porn today?"
"I thought you might like it. I mean, I'm a lady who uses her cock on you and you like that."
While I considered her point, I kneeled behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I stared at her perfect pink hole, which my cock may never see the inside of. "Yeah, I guess now that we're in double digit dates I can admit I love it. I'm not sure how I would feel about a real cock."
Kelly moaned deeply and leaned forward as my tongue entered her asshole. "Mmmmm well the real thing has to be better, right?"
I pulled away for a second to reply, "That's what I've been trying to tell you but you don't seem to want to give it a shot yourself, sooo..."
I dove back in and tossed her salad as if it had goat cheese and ranch dressing and all the other unhealthy stuff that makes salad taste great. She leaned further forward, supporting her weight on the sink, her legs spread a bit more.
I took the hint and my fingers made their way to her pussy. Kelly has trained me exactly how to finger her to orgasm and I was getting decent at it. Sometimes it took me several minutes still but other days I could make her cum in maybe 30 to 40 seconds.
The combo of analingus and fingering her spot and clit did the trick and she melted, knees buckling, moaning as she went down. I caught her by the waist.
Holding her up, our naked bodies together, I could feel how hard my cock still was. It was weird being the one who sometimes didn't get to cum but I was generally fine with it. For some reason, I often let Kelly's happiness be the priority.