She is my time – 2

“I think that’s a yes,” Thomas giggled in response to that. “I’d say…about as sensitive as yours are.” Thomas then reached out, running her finger over the tip of my other breast. “Sometimes I can make her cum just by doing this,” she told me, still fingering my now very erect, very hard and yes…very, very sensitive nipple. “Ever done that?” She asked me.

“Na…Na…No,” I shivered again. Surprised as I saw my own hands reaching up, now cupping one of Thomas’s breasts, as well as Mila’s. “Can’t say…that I ever have,” I said honestly though my tone of voice sounded more like a squeak as I said that. I saw Thomas wink at Mila, grinning.

Mila now stepped around behind me. In seconds I felt the press of her bare breasts against my back, her hands once more coming up and around, gathering both of my own breasts within her hands, pressing them together, kneading them delightfully. As she did that, Thomas too came forward, her own breasts which she now also cupped, mashed against mine, perfect height, nipple to nipple now, as she rubbed hers against mine.

“Do you like that?” She moaned breathlessly. “Does it feel good?”

I think I hissed the word yes. I was delirious with pleasure, and we weren’t really doing anything yet. Though then that thought suddenly filled my head. “Were we going to?”

When Mila lowered her hands, leaving off my breasts, though they remained pressed against Thomas’s as she continued to toy and tease her nipples against my own, I felt Mila now fumbling with the belt, and then the button…and finally the zipper on my jeans, popping them open. I knew then I wanted nothing more than to play with these girls…right or wrong. I wanted to experience real joy, real pleasure at the hands of another woman, as a woman. Even if I wasn’t. Even if I was only borrowing this body for a short period of time.

I knew that there would probably never be another opportunity like this with anyone. Especially these two. When Mila began pulling my jeans down my legs, I quickly helped her, stepping out of them. She was surprised and delighted to discover that I hadn’t worn any panties.

“I think she came ready to party,” Mila mused as I now turned, facing her…and reached down to begin undoing the shorts she was wearing.

**

Maybe it was the wine. Though I think it was that and a combination of things that gave me the courage to do what I now did. Aroused yes, beyond words. The aspect that I was doing something that seemed borderline depraved…added to that. The excitement of it perhaps, getting away with something that no one, would ever believe should it ever come out. But as I pulled Mila’s shorts down her legs, I found myself bent at the knee, confronted with what I can only describe as breathtaking.

As her pussy quickly came into view, I found my face situated directly in front of it. I was a little surprised to discover that though trimmed, her pubic hair was still rich and full above her lips. It was a soft light brown color that appeared straighter as opposed to curly. I actually found myself running the tips of my fingers through it as she lifted one leg stepping out of her shorts entirely.

She moaned as I did that, signaling approval I suppose, though I was too fascinated (and a bit scared) to actually look up towards her face. Before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out at this point to delve through the light pink furrow of her sex. The heady aroma of her heat already assailed my senses as I gingerly and lightly ran my tongue up her obviously wet split.

“Did she ever!” Thomas seemed to purr, stepping around behind me, and then almost straddling me, as I continued to explore Mila’s quim with my fingers and lips. Thomas had obviously stripped off the rest of her clothing too, as I now sensed the sweetness of her sex pressing against my neck and shoulders of all things. It was a strange, though welcome sensation. Feeling her moisture kissing me as she slid herself in a slow circulating motion, humping herself if you will in a gentle way against my bareback.

Mila pressed my head against her cunt. Her hands now entwining themselves in my hair, the soft moan of her pleasure echoing like a song being sung as I lapped away at glistening folds. Finding her precious clit, I now encompassed that with my lips, drawing it in…sucking it, flicking at it like hummingbird wings in flight.

“Fuck! Enough! Too soon for that yet!” She said forcing me away now, stepping back. Thomas too standing again, the two of them now, each taking me by the hand leading me back towards their bedroom.

“Come on,” they both grinned. “Now it’s your turn.”

**

The bed was so big I felt like I could become lost in it as they led me to it, helping me to lie down. Mila slid a large fluffy pillow beneath my head. “Now…just lay back, close your eyes…relax, and enjoy this,” she smiled. I did as she asked, totally, and completely at their mercy. Every fiber of my being alive, quivering…excited. I felt the press of their respective weights coming onto the bed, followed by the sweet sensation of hungry lips suddenly encircling each of my taut, hard extended nipples.

As much as I had enjoyed fondling my own nipples, and even more so when I had felt both Mila and Thomas touching them, it was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now. The sweetness was somehow deeper. The pleasure I’d felt previously more on the surface, though the jolts I had felt had been internal, an electric surge of energy racing down towards my clit.

(I was actually thinking of it as being my clit now…and not Maria’s.) But this was even more intense. The subtle differences as each suckled my breasts, though simultaneous, were madly complimentary. I could feel the pull, as though some inner core of my being wanted to lift up and through the tips of each nipple and somehow release, even ejaculate if that were remotely possible.

In a way, it was almost identical to the sensation of feeling the rush of cream traveling up the length of my prick when I came. It felt like that, like twin cocks being pulled, and yet…it was my nipples. The pressure was delicious, that deep-rooted almost cosmic experience as my head swam in a sea of lights and colors and an intensity I had never experienced before.

As though in dream, I could hear Mila’s voice speaking, vibrating around my nipple still as she did so. I knew my body was again shaking, quivering involuntarily. “I think she could come with us doing this.”

“I think she could too,” Thomas agreed, her tongue rapid fire now about my tit as though it had in fact turned itself into another thick hard clit. It felt like that to me. And then Mila joined her, likewise doing the same. Two clits, and then three as my own throbbed, pulsating, seemingly on fire, a heartbeat of drums once more echoing inside the depths of my very soul.

“Oh my god!” I screamed, hearing Maria’s voice as it exploded, and with it…the rush of ecstasy that seized my entire body in a vice-like grip as I came.

**

Even before I had fully come down from my orgasmic release, I felt Mila slithering down my body, nestling between my legs. And though at first my clit seemed far too sensitive for this, the tingling tickle of her tongue turned into heavenly delight seconds later. As she did this, Thomas then moved up, positioning herself over my face. She didn’t bother asking, nor did she need to. I reached up, placing my hands on her hips as she lowered herself down over me. And then…just as Mila’s tongue was doing to me, I began doing the same, almost identical movements to Thomas.

It of course wasn’t the first time for me doing this to another woman. Something as Howard I had certainly enjoyed doing plenty of times in the past. But now…as Maria (more or less) and especially as I was in the situation that I was, with two very experienced women…and lesbians to boot, I was bound and determined to learn from this, experience from this…and hopefully emulate what it was specifically they enjoyed doing, and have done to themselves. I was again a novice in the world of Sapphic enjoyments, and bound and determined to prove myself.

Already familiar to some extent with the mechanics of doing this, I was still surprised and delighted as the sweetness of Thomas’s taste threatened to overwhelm me even then. Maybe it was the chemistry of our bodies that caused that, or just the mental euphoria I was currently experiencing. But whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough of her, nor did it seem…could Mila get enough of me. We took turns devouring one another in this way for what seemed like an eternity, until Mila announced, “I need to fuck you!”

Obviously, I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, until she once more rolled off the bed, heading towards her dresser where she opened a drawer, rummaging through it for a moment, and then retrieving what was obviously some sort of a strap on, with a rather realistic looking prick. And then it truly hit me. I was only moments away from actually being fucked here…as a man, for the first time in my life.

And more than likely, the ONLY time in my entire life. It still felt odd, and somewhat apprehensive as I lay there watching her as she quickly slipped it on. Now walking towards me, this large phallus, larger than my own in fact, wobbling about, bobbing up and down, yet eerily real looking in a way as she once more crawled up onto the bed towards me.

“On your knees,” she commanded, almost demandingly, taking obvious charge now, reveling in the sudden power she seemed to possess, or grow into with this lance dangling between her legs, complete with balls that held yet another unknown surprise. “Ever taken a cock this big before?” She now asked as she placed the head of it between my neither lips, just sliding it around, up and down, wetting it.

“No…” I moaned softly, telling the truth of course, though wondering even then if perhaps Maria actually had. I was only slightly fearful of actually being able to, having never felt or had ANYTHING inside me, though obviously Maria must have. But could I handle it? Could I truly accept and accommodate this thick long monster I was being presented with? Would it perhaps hurt, or even damage me…damage Maria in the attempt? I felt like a virgin somehow. The total unknown, the foreign unexplored aspects of what was about to happen to me now confusing my thoughts as well as jumbling my emotions. I was both afraid, and yet excited.

“Treat her gently Mila,” Thomas warned, now kneeling beside me, one hand softly caressing my ass, her lips leaving light kisses there as well as she leaned over, watching, guiding and ensuring that Mila wasn’t too enthusiastic with this initial intrusion I was about to endure here.

I know the fear and uncertainty of what I was about to experience had caused me to clench up inside. I could feel my cunt contract, though pulsate. I could simultaneously feel the almost unwanted intrusion as the head of Mila’s prick began to seed itself in the opening of my tight, yet still wanton pussy.