Flamingos

That night we didn't sleep.

Oh, we dozed for a few minutes, never both at the same time, and then would wake each other. I was hard and achy, my balls were swollen and I swear I could see a little extra roundness in my belly with how swollen my prostate was.

We took turns doing the ejaculation denial thing. God, I'm not sure how many times we did that. I know the first hint of light was coming through the windows when she walked me into the front room and got to her knees. When she masturbated me this time she didn't stop it. She was looking up at me, smiling, when I came.

And came.

And came.

Like nothing I had ever imagined.

And came.

It was like I was pissing that thick white semen. It wouldn't stop. My knees were weak and it was beyond pleasure to pain and back again.

She was smiling up at me, her face a mask of semen. Jesus, I never imagined I had that much in me.

She stood then, semen running down her face, dripping from her chin onto those pretty little tits.

And she was grinning.

"Your turn," she said.

So I got to my knees before her, her cock was hard, her balls were full, and my hand squeezed her firmly.

As I jacked her off I liked the way her balls, hanging loose in her scrotum and swung in time with what I was doing.

"You're a pretty girl," I said just as she came. I didn't release her eyes as she came like a hose.

And I liked it. It was hot and thick and sticky and salty where I tasted it on my tongue.

And I liked it.

I kept stroking her, making sure she was completely satisfied.

With a final shudder, she went completely soft.

I stood and just met her eyes.

"Will you still kiss me?" she asked.

I kissed her, a slick kiss, our mingled semen making an odd, tangy taste.

It was a GREAT kiss, right there in the middle of our front room, semen dripping.

She broke the kiss and pushed me far enough away to focus on my eyes.

"We're scheduled to be here for four days," she said, "would you like me to stay with you?"

I didn't hesitate.

"Yes," I said.

She smiled, that delightful smile that made her truly pretty.

"Okay," she said, "unless Ashley or Ron object."

She picked up her cellphone and her thumbs, lightning fast like a girl's, sent a text.

"Now, my dear," she said, "I really DO need some sleep."

I'm not sure which one of us went to sleep first.

I do know I was the first to awaken.

And the thing is, I just enjoyed looking at her.

I was "processing," I suppose. I had never thought of myself as gay or bisexual and I still don't. To me, this was a pretty, and yes, I did think she was pretty then, woman who happened to have a cock and that cock was part of her attraction. It was part of the pleasure we had shared.

Her face was crusty with dried semen and I knew I must look the same.

And I wanted her. I didn't need my double dose of Cialis this morning. I was hard just looking at her.

But I wasn't in a hurry. I just lay there, looking at her.

I buttscooted off of the bed, trying to let her sleep, went in and peed and brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with Listerine.

The face in the mirror was a mask of dried cum. I thought it was a good look on me.

Apparently, I hadn't been as quiet as I thought. She was smiling at me and when I crawled onto the bed she pulled her knees up until they touched her pretty little titties.

"Come on, honey," she said with a giggle, "wake me properly."

Her pussy was tight, but not too tight, and slick from the vaseline that was still there. So I slipped in, enjoying the look as her cock got hard as I entered her. I later learned that I was stimulating her prostate, but at that point, I just knew how good it felt to be inside of her.

I kissed her, a hard, crusty kiss since both of our faces were masks from last night.

"Are you mine?" she breathed in my ear.

"Yes," I whispered, my tongue tracing the shell of her ear.

"Say you love me," she said.

And for some reason that got to me like the pure sex hadn't.

"I love you," I said and came.

She giggled and said, "say it again."

"I love you," I said again, as my cock pumped again and my prostate ached.

Her legs were wrapped around me and her hips were bucking.

"Again," she breathed.

"I love you," I gasped as my body finished and I collapsed onto her.

"Tell me I'm pretty," she said.

"You're my pretty girl," I said.

"My turn now," she said as I slipped out of her.

She rolled me onto my back and got out of the bed gracefully, like a girl. I waited, and wondered what she had in mind.

Well, okay, I knew damn well what she had in mind, and I was more than a little nervous about it.

She came back with a tube of Vaseline that, I later learned, she always had in her purse.

She was almost clinical, smiling as she adjusted my body the way she wanted it. She spread my legs and pushed my knees back until they were almost touching my nipples.

My eyes couldn't leave her hands as she squeezed a line of the vaseline onto her finger and then, making me draw a quick breath, slipped the finger into my asshole. Then she loaded the tips of two fingers with more of the slick stuff and both fingers were inside of me.

"Is that good, baby," she asked, spreading her fingers a little, stretching me.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," I hissed, meaning it right then.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," I hissed again.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she hummed, "tell me I'm pretty."

"You're pretty," I said and gasped and guided her to where I was ready.

There was no pain as she entered me, just pressure and an absolutely exquisite fullness.

She was slow, and I was so damn aroused I could feel myself getting hard again, something that hadn't happened since I was a teenager.

And it lingered. It wasn't just fucking, this was making love. It was making love slowly and gently and thoroughly. It was hardly even sex. It was a merging, a joining of two people and the sex was secondary.

But the sex was wonderful too. I was aware of her as a girl and I loved the feel of her firm body under my hands. But I was also aware of her cock as she claimed me as I would normally think of a man claiming a woman, a thought so primal it had to date back to monkeys in trees.

The arousal I was feeling was sexual, no doubt of that, but it was different too. My nipples were so hard they hurt. The pressure building in my belly was different too, not my balls and my prostate, something different, higher but also more diffuse.

When I came, that was different too. It was more orgasm than ejaculation. My entire body was involved, not just my cock and balls and prostate. My nipples and my vestigial mammary glands were swollen and had a delightful, almost gentle ache. The pleasure in my belly was dispersed, not concentrated in my balls and cock and prostate. When I came I didn't ejaculate, but I did flow, very thick and clear fluids pooling on my belly from my cock which remained perfectly soft.

When she came with a hard spasm I heard myself making a soft mewing sound.

I liked it.

But as it turns out, you CAN have too much of a good thing.

I saw Ashley for about 10 minutes as she gathered up enough stuff for the next three days.

But with the ice broken, Kathy was insatiable. She wouldn't leave me alone. And my treacherous body cooperated with her. As soon as Ashley and Ron were out the door Kathy was at me.

For the next three days, it was nothing BUT sex. And to my surprise, it quickly got boring. We fucked and sucked and jacked each other off. We played and squirmed together. Sometimes it got rough, sometimes it was gentle. The second day she talked me into taking a viagra and before I finally softened I had a blister on my cock. Then she just wanted my mouth.

It was, in a word, exhausting.

When Ashley came back I walked Kathy down to their trailer, kissed her goodbye, and fell into my Goddess's arms when I got back to our trailer.