That was a delicious dinner Princess. You can get me another glass of wine before you clean up the kitchen.

 

Take off your pants. I want to watch you in your pretty knickers while you fold the laundry.

 

No, you’re not getting sex tonight, but you can let my sweater puppies out before you file and massage my feet.

 

Do you want to nurse, Baby? You don’t need a towel; just keep your panties on.

 

That’s it…rub yourself against the couch while you drink Mommy’s milk. Maybe I’ll let you do this the next time I’m with my lover…if you’re a good boy.

 

I’m still looking for a man for you to fluff. You’re going to be a good little cock-sucker, aren’t you Princess?

 

You know that eventually I’m going to expect my sissy to do more than suck cock, right?

 

Don’t worry, the first time I’ll hold you just like this. You can nurse and I’ll stroke your back and help you relax while he enters you.

 

Maybe he’ll let you call him ‘Daddy’. Would you like that Princess? Nursing on Mommy’s breast while Daddy takes your chocolate-cherry.

 

After that you can be a pretty-little fuck-toy for my lovers…a perfectly complete sissy.

 

Just picture it Baby…I can be out with one man while you service another.

 

That’s it…fill those pretty panties with your cream.

 

Sit up and let me see. Oh look, you spilled some on the couch. Lick it all up, Sissy.

 

You’d better get used to the taste. I have a feeling you’ll be drinking a lot of it soon.

 

You can get dressed for work now Princess, but leave those wet panties on…as a reminder of what’s to come.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There had been play the night before and not just the sensation kind either. ♀ had sex with a Man and myself at the same time. There was sweat and a variety of other bodily fluids and a good time was had by all. If memory serves, we fucked again after He went to bed. I heard him puttering around making breakfast  the next morning and got up to help. When everything was almost ready, he went into our room to wake ♀ up.  He wasn’t in there long enough for breakfast to burn, but when he walked past to wake up his own lovely wife, he looked darn pleased with himself.

 

♀ came out to breaky wearing not mucking fuch and the kitchen was filled with good smells, good friends and a comfy sexy vibe. Unfortunately, the weekend couldn’t be all pleasure and after breakfast he took ♀ & I out shopping. We needed to buy 3 cash-registers and a new lap-top and since he’s a techy kind of guy, he seemed like the right choice to help us find what we needed….and he did. All at one store. That was a very good thing because we got a much better package price. He even helped get a bunch of extras tossed in. However, we did end up spending quite a bit of time in the store. The pc was a demo and needed to be removed from the display and they only had 2 tills so had to phone around to other locations to find us a third.

 

We all wandered around the store while we waited and ♀ flirted with us both. A kiss here, a squeeze there, a quick grope at the end of isle 6. Once while she was walking away from me she flipped up the back of her skirt and I saw the thin blue line of her pretty knickers splitting the cheeks of her ass. She did it again when we were in the other store picking up the last till and there were no knickers. I never did find out if they ended up in her purse or his pocket.

 

After we were done shopping we decided to stop for lunch. They walked arm-and-arm into the restaurant while I tagged along behind. I wish I could understand why that thrilled me so much. He sat across the table from us and ♀ spent most of lunch with a hand on my crotch and a bare foot on his. But the highlight of the afternoon was our waitress, Heather.

 

 

Ahhh Heather…young and sweet with a big smile and lovely curves and…yeah, we all agreed Heather really was adorable. We also all agreed that ♀ was the only one of us who would ever have a chance to see heather naked. Not that anyone was planning that…it was just a truism. Heather brought our drinks and He said she didn’t look old enough to serve alcohol. Heather told us she’s 19 so she’s allowed to serve, but not allowed to pour. That’s Darnell’s job and she pointed to the big black man behind the bar. He said I bet you can’t wait to be 21. She didn’t miss a beat when she said no, not at all. She loves being 19.

 

That’s what I’m going to remember most about Heather. Besides being young and adorable she’s happy with being who she is right now. Isn’t that just the greatest thing? When I was about 19 a friend of mine made the observation that I was a grumpy old man trapped in a young man’s body and I wouldn’t find peace until I really was that old man. I didn’t find happiness until I was almost 40 so she wasn’t to far off.

 

As we were driving back to his house they were trying to decide if there would be enough time for another romp before we went home. He said, I hope you don’t mind if I think about Heather while we fuck. ♀ said not at all, she’ll be thinking about Darnell, the big black waiter.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

Dear Sir;

 

 

When you defile my wife this weekend, how would you prefer to have her sex presented (besides wet and wanting); bushy, bald or neatly trimmed?

 

 

 

 

I am eager to help her be as desirable to you as possible and anxiously await your reply.

 

 

Yours truly,

 

sss

I found this at bendoverboyfriend and all I can say is ‘Yes please!’

 

 

Another very effective milking technique to drive a man insane with desire.  You just have to be careful that you never, ever touch the head of his penis.  It’ll be extremely sensitive, and if you touch it, he’s likely to instantly explode with orgasm. You can grab hold of the shaft of his penis, and even stroke it a bit, just don’t touch the head or anywhere near it.  If a man has a small penis, like my hubby’s, it might mean that you don’t touch his penis at all.

 

The idea is to not let him cum, and prolong the session.  Drag it out.  Take your time.  Relish in his frustration, his desperate pleas, and erotic suffering.  You just slowly massage his prostate with your finger… you kind of flick your finger up like you’re saying “come here”, or you can use a special dildo called an Andros that has a special curve and a knob on the end that is designed to hit his prostate just right… and do it until his penis starts leaking semen. 

 

That’s how you milk his balls.  Once his penis starts leaking… and it will typically leak out slowly in small drips and dribbles… you just keep milking him like that until it empties his balls.  Typically it might take 20-30 minutes.  You’ll be amazed at how much cum leaks out.  It’s kinda freaky.

 

With enough experience… and a little technique and patience… you can actually “milk him” by fucking him with a strap-on.  The best strap-on to use for this purpose is a medium size one that has a bit of a curve to it and has a big head but has a thinner shaft behind the head so the head stays in his ass and hits his prostate while you fuck him with it. 

 

I’ve learned how to milk my hubby’s balls quite effectively this way.  But it took a while to get the technique just right. Now, after a good strap-on session, there’s usually a large wet puddle of sticky goo underneath him where it’s all leaked out. 

 

But strangely, he doesn’t really cum that way, it’s not like a real orgasm where he spurts his cum all over.  To hear him describe it, and from what I’ve read about it, it’s not really sexually pleasurable for a man.  It’s more frustrating than pleasurable.  Like intensely frustrating.  My hubby describes it as getting close to cumming… getting close… getting close… getting really close… and then “OH FUCK!”… not being able to cum. 

 

All of which, of course, keeps him on edge and wanting to please me.  You should see how anxious he is to lick out my cunt after a good strap-on session.  Like he’s never tasted pussy before, and can’t get enough. 

 

Believe me, when he’s in that “zone”, he’ll pretty much do anything for you, especially if you give him the idea that you’ll let him cum if he does.  That’s usually when I like to tease my hubby about some of my wilder fantasies. 

 

 

“Are you gonna suck a cock for me someday, sweetie?”

“Uhhhhh… ummmm… what?”

“I’m sorry.  Did you wanna cum tonight, sweetie?”

“Yes!”

“So… are you gonna suck a cock for me someday?”

“You really want me to do that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“If that’s what you want…”

“It is what I want. So are you gonna do it for me someday?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmmm… that’s a good PussyBoy.”

“I want to be a good PussyBoy for you.”

“I know you do, sweetie.  And I’m so proud of you.  Are you gonna suck a nice big black cock for me someday, and let him cum in your mouth?”

Hesitation.  Then “yes ma’am, if that’s what you want me to do.”

“Even if he cums a lot?”

“I’ll try, if that’s what you want me to do.”

“It is what I want you to do, sweetie.  I want you to feel what it’s like to suck cock.  To taste it.  To feel the heat of the meat in your mouth.  Are you going to swallow all the cum, like a good PussyBoy, or are you going to let it drip on the carpet?”

“I’ll swallow it all.”

“Do you know what will happen if you let any of it drip on the carpet?”

Hesitation.  “Yes.  I won’t let it drip.  I promise.”

“That’s a good boy.  Will you thank him afterwards, for letting you suck his big cock.”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell him how good it tasted, and how much you liked it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to suck black dick for me, whenever I want you to?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Will you suck Johnny’s cock for me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you suck it and get it hard so he can fuck me with it?”

“Yes.”

“The next time I’m out of town, and Johnny wants a blowjob, are you going to suck it for him?”

“You don’t really want me to do that, do you?”

“Of course I do.  I want him to turn you into a little cocksucker.  I think you’d be good at it.”

“Oh God… can I please cum?”

“I don’t know, that depends.  Are you going to suck Johnny’s cock and let him treat you like a bitch?”

“Yes.  If that’s what you want me to do. Can I just please cum?  Please?  I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know you will, sweetie.  I know you will.  You’re such a good little PussyBoy, aren’t you.”

“I try to be, for you.”

“Is it OK if I tell Johnny how much you like getting fucked in the ass?”

 

sss

I don’t know why I should still be surprised that the friends we are making on this journey are just as important as the sex we are having. I mean we joined the Lounge to meet open-minded people and presumably to make new friends. I know there are exceptions to this rule, but the best sex usually happens with people you like…and we really like N & C! (I hope that wasn’t too subtle)

 

I need to tell you why we were 30 minutes late getting to their hour on Sunday. The grand-baby was over and took her first two steps. So ♀ was there for her first breath, first word and now, first step and yes, she was pretty excited.

 

So we arrived fashionably late to delicious appy’s and more great conversation and another very pleasant evening could have been spent just with that. I think the hesitation to get things started came from not really being sure how ’4′ would work. None of us are ‘swingers’ in the traditional sense. What I mean is we’re not interested in switching partners to have sex. Just like us, N & C are looking to have experiences that add to what they have. When we were thinking about it with our clothes on, it was much easier to picture that happening with ’3′.  I suppose ♀ could have told me to sit in the corner and watch, but fortunately she let me join in and things worked out very well indeed.

 

How good? Well, this was taken after our play was finished…

 

 

Ok, that’s not the messiest bed-head you will ever see, but it’s the last picture of the last braid I tied in her hair. Yes, it’s true. She got it all cut off.

 

OK, here are a few of my observations…N isn’t at all submissive in the way I am, but he is very ‘service oriented’ so pretty much all the play was focused on giving the women pleasure. As it happened he and I both had orgasms, but even if we hadn’t, it wouldn’t have made the night any less successful. Most of the time there were three sets of lips and hands or toys on/in one woman and it was a thrill to watch/see/feel them get off.

 

No, I didn’t miscount…there really were three sets so yes, ♀ & C did play and like Amy  at the New Years party, it was all above the waist and yes, it was all very exciting. And most hetero-men would think that as well, right? Two beautiful women together and if one of them is yours, that’s even better. They touch and kiss and interact so much differently than with a man and it’s a wondrous sight to see….as in visually stimulating. But watching ♀ with N effected me in a different way. It’s hard to explain. I felt it more in my gut. I seemed to have less control over my reactions. Both super-duper wonderful, but just different…that’s all.

 

There’s one more thing I want to tell you about. ♀ had her last Big O while C was making out with her and playing with her breasts. I was fucking her with her favourite glass dildo and licking her clit. N was flogging me…ordering me to please her…demanding that I give her the orgasm she so richly deserved. It was amazingly-fucking-hot and I suspect that ♀ held off as long as she could to enjoy the sound of me being beaten.

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

I think ♀ was caught off guard by the sheer volume of responses our ‘Men Wanted’ ad on Plenty of Fish  had. The part that surprised me was the number of men who obviously hadn’t read (or understood?) what the ad actually said. We had our fair share of the comical/icky/scary, but there were quite a few enticing responses as well.  We said ‘no thanks’ to any men who said they were married and their wives didn’t know they were playing. We don’t need the drama. ‘Non-smoker’ is a strong preference, but not necessarily a hard rule. Then if their response was interesting and their profile looked promising and if ♀ thought they looked attractive, she sent them the link to our blog. She’d suggest they look around to get a better idea of who we are and pointed out the HNT posts.  If they wrote back and sounded even more eager, she sent them a picture of our faces and asked some more questions about them and what they might be into.

 

Ok, when we joined the Lounge we decided we would only go to two activities per month. Partly because of finances, but mostly we didn’t want ‘play’ to take over our life. We don’t count Deviant Dining as an activity, but classes and Exploratorium and play-events, we try for two things a month.  At the time the NYE party was counted as a December thing, but it kinda felt like a January thing as well. Amy had pretty much convinced ♀ to go to her first Dirty Girls party (Jan8 ) and we have a free ticket to Sultry (Jan 29).

 

We didn’t place that ad because we wanted to spend less time at the Lounge. We still think Jennifer is super-duper awesome, and the people are great and the vibe is still sexy. It’s just that who we are able to play with there is very random. It’s always fun…it’s just that we thought we should look for additional situations that are more specific to our needs.

 

Anyway, we’ve both been fighting colds and the day before Dirty Girls ♀ said she didn’t want to go to her first all-girl party hacking and sneezing. So we decided we would go to the Naughty Party (Jan 15) instead and we’re still going to Sultry at the end of the month. Oh yeah, Lord & Lady Batsu have invited us down on Jan 22.  As you can see our social calendar was already pretty full even before that ad went out.

 

But out it went and the responses started to pour in and we got caught up in the excitement and attention. Even though we both had colds and ♀ wasn’t feeling good enough to go to Dirty Girls, we agreed to a meet-and-greet. We were both on the fence about whether or not we would play, but ♀ did get dressed sexy and packed a Ho-To-Go bag.

 

We met W at the pub underneath the hotel he was staying at. He travels a lot for work and is on the coast a few times a year. He’s younger then ♀. He was easy to talk to. Not just about sexy stuff, but life/love/the universe. We had a couple of drinks and everyone seemed very comfortable. He made it clear that he was interested, but we never felt pressured. I must admit, I liked the feeling I had taking my wife up to the hotel room of a man we’d met in the bar only 90 minutes before. It was a nice hotel and his room had a spectacular view of the river and city lights and the Alex Fraser bridge.

 

It really didn’t take long for everyone to get naked and sex did occur. If fact, hot-sweaty sex continued on until about 2:30am. W, was at one time or another, in all of ♀ orifices and several times in my own mouth. Yes, I have now sucked cock and how was that you ask.  W & ♀ both said I did very well, but considering I’ve taken Jennifer’s cock-sucking class and reviewed Carol Queen’s DVD on the same subject…it’ll take some practice. But did I enjoy it? Well, it felt like a very submissive thing to be told to do and things that reinforce that ‘sissy’ head-space are almost always good for me. They were making out the few times I did it and I liked that I was able to add to their excitement (and ♀ amusement), but I can’t imagine ever lusting for another mans cock.

 

So I do have some final thoughts about W from the perspective of a week later. He is a man who earns his living adapting quickly to a variety of situations. He was very smooth, but not slimy like some get. He was pleasant and we enjoyed the few hours we spent with him, but I don’t think we saw who he really was.  I used the past tense, because even though we all seemed very pleased with how things went, I wouldn’t be surprised if we never heard from him again. I mean that’s fine, we’re not looking for new best friends. If he does contact ♀ when he’s in town again, we’d probably play with him again and if he never does, well we had a very enjoyable night.

 

We met another man the following night. It was Sunday and we were tired and still fighting our colds and ♀ had to work early so no Ho-To-Go bag was packed. G was older than me and much rougher around the edges than W, but still pleasant enough. We talked for about an hour and we both felt comfortable with him. ♀ didn’t really get a ‘wow, I can’t wait to have him’ kind of moment, but we decided that probably had more to do with colds and fatigue than it did with anything about him. We decided that we would play once to see it there was any chemistry and we made a mid-week date. He was to come over after ♀ got home from work and leave when I left for work (that would give us 5 hours). We ended up having to cancel. We rescheduled, but he emailed a few days later to say he was going back to his wife and was no longer interested in play-dates.

 

We had another meet-and-greet this past weekend. We did have a Ho-To-Go bag packed, but that was because we were going to a Naughty Play Party at the Lounge right after. We both had a good feeling about S. He seemed very honest about why he was interested, he was very upfront about what (and who) he’d be into and we never got the impression he was telling us what he thought we wanted to hear. What I mean is he thinks cuckolding is very hot, but isn’t interested in much (if any) actual contact with me. He knows we would be interested in that and he could have fudged it  just to get laid…even if it was only once, but he knew himself and was (I think) truthful with us. Anyway, ♀ is attracted to him and sent him a note saying as much and he still sounds game and now it’s just a matter of arranging schedules.

 

So that’s three meet-and-greets and one play-date so far. According to her little black book, there are five more men we might want to meet. I just checked her POF page and three more have sent messages since she went to bed last night. As ♀ says, ‘so many men, so little time’.

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

This is the picture that’s been on our desktop for the past week…

 

 

Then a couple of days ago one of my favourite Tumblr-bloggers, Glitter Muff, featured the same picture on her site. I’m a huge fan of erotic flash-fiction and her skillage in the genre is amazing.

 

Considering that cuckolding has been very much on our minds lately, it’s not surprising that I saw something different than Muffy did. When I looked at this picture I saw a wedding night.

 

The woman is an ethical slut. She enjoys the company of a great many people. She’s not at all embarrassed by her lifestyle choice and is upfront about it with all those she plays with. The man watching was one of her lovers. He became smitten and tried to woo her. She thought he was sweet and enjoyed the time she spent with him, but had no interest in being wooed. He lavished gifts on her and pleaded with her to marry him.  He’s intelligent, funny, wealthy and a wonderful lover, but she knows herself and monogamy is simply not an option. He is not deterred.

 

Finally, she tells him what it would take to marry him. She gets to continue to fuck who she wants, when she wants and where she wants…including in their bed. He, on the other hand, will only be allowed to have sex with her. She gets to decide who the best man will be and she gets to fuck him on their wedding night while the groom watches.

 

He agrees to all her conditions. He doesn’t actually meet his best-man until the wedding rehearsal. Explaining to his mother why this man, who no one seems to know, is her sons best man is awkward. 

 

Speaking of cuckold weddings…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I am curvy, confident and like to have fun. I am loyal, honest and passionate. I love lingerie, sex and most of all, my husband.

 

My husband is a sissy. He shares my love for lingerie.  His legs and pits are always shaved and his toe-nails are painted. He paints my nails, brushes and braids my hair, shaves my pubes, helps me pick out my clothes and does much of the house-work. He is MY bitch, not yours. He is not weak or stupid,  but is submissive to ME…in and out of the bedroom. I am always dominate with him, but have been exploring my submissive side lately. I have just recently been identifying as a ‘switch’.

 

Cuckolding is something that we both really want to explore. So in the simplest terms we are looking for men to have sex with me, but like most things in life it’s never that simple. We need to see pictures of YOU, not just your penis. Your profile needs to tell us something about who you are and what you might be into. You need to be able to string together enough sentences to catch and hold my attention. I will decide who we play with, but we will BOTH need to feel comfortable, so be respectful!  We are definitely not looking for an exclusive sort of arrangement, but finding a person who we have enough of a connection to want to play with again (and again) would be a very good thing.

 

 

 

I can have sex with whomever I choose and in theory my sissy doesn’t need to be present, but he will always know who I’m with and it should be assumed that he will be part of any encounter. Even if  it’s just as a spectator. You can identify as a Dom or sub or switch or none of the above…we have LOTS of play ideas to fit into lots of different scenarios. 

 

This isn’t a deal breaker, but it would be great if you’re open to some physical contact with my sissy. Some examples of this would be my sissy fluffing you in preparation to fuck me, putting the condom on you (we always play safe), guiding you in, licking my juices off your balls,  double-penetration or maybe even bending him over are all things we might like to take beyond pillow-talk.

 

 

If you’re curious about what we look like, click here.  At the bottom of that page just click on the ‘newer posts’  link and you’ll find dozens of  Half-Nekkid Thursday (hnt) pictures of both of us.

 

 We’re looking forward to hearing from you!

 

♀ aka Okusan Bitch  on Fetlife

Like most Lounge events, our second Sultry was much different than our first one. It seemed, for us at least, to be less sexual and more social. Don’t get me wrong there was sex happening, but unlike our first Sultry ♀ didn’t spend most of the night with a variety of penises in her mouth.

Hmmm, now that I think about it, she had 3 penises in her mouth the first Sultry and 2 during the second Sultry. So I guess the difference was more the vibe. It was still lots of fun. It was just different. It was nice to see some familiar boobies faces and we met some new people as well.

 

We did the ‘human car wash’ again (fun). We managed to avoid the ‘whipped cream’ play (that stuff was really hard to wash off after). ‘Genital show and tell’ was very funny. I was thinking later that when Jennifer asked me if my penis could do any tricks? I should have told the story of shooting a load of cum up ♀ nose. Ok. I guess that’s not really a trick…it’s not like I could do it again, but I like telling the story.

 

We met fellow blogger Amy and her partner, Kitten. They were more subdued than I would have expected (they’d had an adventurous couple of days), but ♀ & I both really enjoyed meeting them. ♀ approaches men and women differently at the Lounge. With men, she’s usually making a quick decision…would I play with him? Women…she wants to know who they are and it takes longer. It was nice that all 4 of us seemed to hit it off right away.  There has already been a few emails exchanged  and honestly, I’m a little worried. Amy & I are all submissive all the time and I think ♀ & Kitten would have way to much fun devising ways to torment us.

 

So we were involved in some play and I think the reason it’s taken me a week to write this post is because I’ve been thinking about said play time…a lot. We played with another couple for the first time. As in J played with ♀ and I played with N. We were side-by-side, but it was definitely swapping and we had always said that wasn’t for us. Oh, and you heard that right…I played with N and I had told ♀ numerous times that she would never have to allow that. I did ask ♀ if it was OK to go down on N and she gave her consent, but she was already very turned on and what would she say when she came back to earth? What she said was  ‘That was awesome!’  and ‘That was so different than just being with a man.’ and ‘I think that’s something we could do more of.’

 

♀ was the only one of the four of us who had an orgasm, but apparently everyone had a good time. ♀ has very loud big O’s and J looked very pleased with getting a woman off like that and you just know I loved it. I was a little concerned with how N felt about the whole thing. She seemed a little…unsure. It turns out that it was their first time playing with another couple as well and she was just nervous. We’ve exchanged a couple of emails with them and are planning our next get together. I can’t wait!

 

After we finished playing with J & N, I went to get ♀ a bottle of water and when I got back ♀ was playing with her clit. I started licking then finger fucked her and pillow talked about what had gone on with J & N.  Her orgasm was just starting (she IS loud) when I heard Jennifer yell from another room, “OMG, that sounds like ♀ having another orgasm!” I guess it’s not surprising that Jennifer can identify individuals by the noises they make when they come, but still, it amuses the hell out of me.

 

 Oh, I almost forgot about another game we played. At the beginning of the evening Jennifer gave each person three little bags of candy. We could eat the candy OR we could trade the bags for sexual favours. The person with the most bags at the end of the night would get a free ticket to the next Sultry. I finished the night with 17 bags and I think I probably won, but I’m feeling a little guilty about it. In a group situation like that…with various combinations of  Tops/bottoms & Dom(me)s/subs it’s really hard to decide if a sexual favour was given or received. For instance J & N gave me all their candy before they left, but ♀ had the only orgasm and I love being cuckolded so really was that fair? We won’t be able to attend Novembers Sultry anyway so it may be a moot point.

 

Anyway, I think that pretty much sums up Octobers Sultry.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Narrated by Okusan Bitch

Transcribed by sss

 

You & I are sitting on a leather couch at the Lounge. I am wearing a leopard print bra and panty set.  You are wearing that cute blue and white baby-doll with the matching knickers. A man sits down on the other side of me. He is wearing a black leather vest, held closed with two nipple clamps on a thin silver chain. He has on a loin cloth like I imagine a cave man would wear. This man is a stranger to me, but he has a nice smile. He is not fat or overly muscular, but he is a large man. He seems to occupy a lot of space. His clear blue eyes never leave mine when he introduces himself and I get butterflies in my tummy.

 

He tells me I have nice breasts and asks if  he can touch them. Of course I say yes and when he takes one of them in his hand it looks small! This surprises me. My breasts have never looked small. They almost disappear in his grasp when he squeezes them with both hands and my nipples stiffen against the roughness of his palms. He takes one breast in each hand, puts his face in between and gives them a whisker rub.

 

When Whiskers kisses me he is firm and confident.  Being married to a sissy has many advantages, but ‘manly’ kisses are not one of them. I like how Whiskers kisses me and the way our tongues tango.

 

No sooner have you removed my panties then Whiskers hand is there; stroking my lips, spreading my wetness, tapping at my entrance. I look  and see you kneeling between his legs. You have removed his loin cloth. His semi-erect cock lies against his inner thigh and you are staring at it. We have often talked about this moment of truth. Would you really be able to take another mans cock in your mouth? I do not want the connection with this man to be broken, but I silently implore you to do this for me. You place your hands on his thighs and Whiskers slips one thick finger inside of me. I hold my breath as you lean forward and tentatively lick the tip of  his cock. Whiskers thumb starts to circle my clit. Your hands stay planted firmly on Whiskers thighs as you lick your first penis. Up and down you lick the underside of his cock. You flick his bulbous crown with your tongue and he begins to thicken and thicken and thicken. Whiskers cock appears to be about the same length as yours, but it is the girth that has me spellbound. I have never seen a cock so thick and I wonder how or even if I will be able to accommodate him.

 

A single drop of pre-cum appears and you carefully remove it with the tip of your tongue. Whiskers lifts me onto his lap. He kisses me while you arrange our naughty bits. You slide the head of his cock back and forth across my clit, preparing me for the descent. I think perhaps this is just as well. Left to my own devices, I may have chickened out or, more likely, tried to impale myself upon this massive tool and split myself in half.

 

Once the tip of his cock is inside me you keep one hand on the small of my back and the other hand greases the pole. With your guidance I  bob up and ever so slowly down. Whiskers keeps still and silent. I moan and my pussy groans in protest, but I am determined to engulf this mammoth cock. I am unable to kiss. I can barely feel the hands upon me. All sensation is focused on my cunt as I am stretched wider and wider.

 

I know that I am at the base of his shaft when Whiskers sighs and you whisper, “wow”. I am stretched so wide that I am unable to squeeze his cock with my cunt muscles. I do not want to lift myself to far up for fear that I will not be able to get back down or worse, that I will pop off the top like a cork out of a champagne bottle. All I can do is rock back and forth while Whiskers gently thrusts.

 

I am vaguely aware that there are people watching us. I look and you are beside us on the couch.  A man is standing in front of you. I do not know if you have summoned this man or he is there of his own accord. I do not look up at this man and all I see of him is his erect penis. It is very long and very thin and has a sharp hook towards his flat stomach. This time you do not hesitate. You grab the Thin Man’s ass, pull him towards you and take his cock into your mouth. I am very pleased that you have taken to cock sucking so readily. You try and take in more of him, but with that hook at the end it looks like it would be more likely to pop out your nose than go down your throat.

 

The thin man steps behind me.  You spread my ass cheeks apart and apply cold lube to my tight brown button. Whiskers & I stay still while the Thin Man enters me with one, very long continuous push. Who ever wrote the limerick, ‘long and thin slips right in, but doesn’t please the ladies’ did not know what I know. My mind turns to mush as these two men find a rhythm and proceed to fuck me senseless.

 

The Thin Man whispers filth into my ear while Whiskers squeezes my tits and bites my nipples. I look over to see if you are enjoying the show and you are standing on the couch beside us. You have one knee behind Whiskers head and for the first time since we  joined the Lounge your cock is fully erect.

 

I am more familiar with this cock than any I have ever known. This cock has given me untold pleasures. I truly love this cock above all others. I want to inhale it, devour it, swallow it whole. I take it into my mouth. You grab the back of my head and start to thrust. Your balls slap against my chin as you fuck my throat.

 

The destruction is complete.  I am slut. I am whore. I am nothing but lizard-brain and fuck-holes. The three of you move as one; harder, faster. I feel you thicken and lengthen inside of me. In my minds eye all three cocks are straining towards the very centre of my being. I can see them getting closer and closer to each other and when the tips of all three cocks finally touch, they explode. They fill me up. They tear me down. I try to scream, but I am dumb. The roar of men deafens me. The explosion of colour blinds me. Like the Phoenix I burst into flames and then I am reborn.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

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