by Mia Moore
“Russell stood up and took me in his arms and kissed me. As his tongue rolled over mine, I could taste my husband’s cum on his mouth. His hand reached down between my legs… I was already wet, and he slid two fingers up inside of me, twisting his wrist as he did so. My knees got weak right away.
“Matt had bunched his pants up so he could step behind me. He lifted my skirt and I could feel the cool draft of the garage causing goose bumps to rise on my ass cheeks. He nestled his already drizzling cock between them. His cock felt so warm on my skin!
“Russell had stepped away and undid his jeans, lowering them to his knees. Now he leaned with his back against the wall and began to stroke his cock. He has the perfect cock for sucking, I swear to God. It’s shorter than most guys’ tools, just under six inches. The thing is, though is that it’s so damn thick. I can put the whole thing in my mouth without gagging, and when he fucks you, your pussy is stretched so much!”
Elena’s eyes were half closed. “Matt knows how much I love sucking Russell’s cock; I bet that’s why he brought him along as wing man!”
Amanda watched as Elena pushed two fingers up inside her pussy and copied her movements as she listened to the rest of the scene unfold.
“There was a ledge wall behind Russell, and he hiked himself up onto it so I didn’t have to bend over too far. If I bend over too far sucking a guy’s cock I get a little lightheaded. I wondered if Matt chose this area because of that? I took Russell’s cock in my mouth—it had been a while since I had given him head. I only needed to make an ‘O’ with my fingers at the base to cover his entire shaft. Because it’s so short, Russell’s able to get kind of rough.”
“Rough?”
Elena nodded. “Yeah. He pushed—no, he shoved my face onto his meat. The tip of it bounced off the roof of my mouth, and my tongue began swabbing it with spit as he fucked my face.” Her eyes brightened. “He was really, really fucking my mouth!” Elena licked her lips. “It was so…”
“Dirty?”
“Yes! Exactly! There I was, bent over bare assed as a guy was caressing my ass cheeks with his stiff cock at the same time I’m feasting on another guy’s cock.” She gave a small groan. “I wasn’t a wife, mother, store manager. I was a bitch in heat, with a hot, wet, tight pussy and a mouth hungry for cum.” She closed her eyes. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and with wet fingers began to spin small circles on her clit. “I looked over behind me and hissed at Matt. ‘Fuck me, baby,’ I said. ‘Stuff my hungry twat, sugar!’ As I put my mouth over Russell’s tool, I felt that total fullness I always feel when Matt does me doggy style. When he enters me from behind, I feel like such an animal, and his cock fills me up in that special kind of way…”
Her voice faded and Amanda knew she was close to orgasm.
“They just pounded me, using me as I was using them. Matt’s hand reached around and he began to massage my clitty.” Her eyes sparked. “Roughly. It was like I was a street walking hooker who was servicing two horny sailors on shore leave! All I could hear was the slurping sound of my lips over Russell’s cock and the slippery noise of my tight pussy lips as Matt slithered his cock in and out.
“I felt Russell’s hips clench; he was going to come any second. I pulled my mouth off his cock long enough to say ‘Fill my mouth, baby. I want to swallow all your cum!’
“Oh shit!” Amanda thought. Her own stomach was on fire; it was a small pool of blue flame spinning around her tummy, spiraling down to her pussy. She let out a sharp gasp and her eyes flew open wide as she stared into Elena’s.
“And he began to come into my mouth, Amanda! I felt the surge of his cock on my lips, and a thick drop oozed onto my tongue! Then he bunched his hands into my hair and his hips bounced up and he hammered my face into his pelvis as one, two, then three hot, sticky jets of his seed filled my whole fucking mouth! Like a warm, salty vanilla milkshake his jism slid down my throat!” Her breath hitched and Elena let out a husky “Unngh!”
At the same moment Amanda’s legs stiffened in ecstasy, clenching her feet together, toes curling tightly. Both women grunted and growled as they brought themselves to orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over them both as their hands pressed and stroked, pushing themselves, punishing themselves to higher levels of pleasure, past where they could stand it.
Amanda threw herself back into her chair. She had to stop! She couldn’t handle any more! She leaned her head onto her shoulder watching Elena come down from her own pinnacle. She was mesmerized by Elena’s pussy, watching the woman’s hand now stroking herself softly.
The two women sat there, lightly panting as they caught their breath.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, ma’am,” she said. “I mean, Elena.”
“Ma’am’s okay, hon.” She sat up in her chair and leaned forward. She softly stroked the side of Amanda’s face. “I think you just need someone to take the driver’s seat until you get more used to this, don’t you agree?”
Amanda nodded silently. She couldn’t say another word. This was overwhelming. She kept nodding her head slowly and began to chew her lower lip. She tried, she really tried, but her eyes glistened anyway. She shut them tightly, but could feel two tears leak out of the corners of each eye.
Elena kept stroking her. Her hand went from her cheek to her shoulder and back up. “Hey, hey; it’s okay, Amanda,” she said in a soft voice.
Amanda stopped chewing her lip and clamped her mouth shut as soon as she felt her chin begin to tremble.
“It’s just a powerful experience for you, that’s all… it’s a hell of a lot to process the first time, isn’t it?” Elena’s voice was a steady anchor in the maelstrom going on inside her head. She nodded in agreement.
“Let’s just sit here quietly for a minute while you come back to earth, okay?”
After a few moments, Amanda opened her eyes and with a small smile said, “You never told me the rest of the story…”
Elena snickered. “What do you think happened? Matt came like a fire hose, and I had to get back to work!” She gave Amanda a pat on the shoulder. “I think your imagination can fill in those details, hunh?”
“Oh yeah.” That won’t be hard at all.
They sat for a few moments in silence. Elena stood up. “I think we can head home now, don’t you?”
Nodding, Amanda stood up. When she got to her feet, Elena took her in her arms. The taller, older woman stroked the top of Amanda’s head and kissed her. “Thank you dear, that was fun,” she said.
“Fun? That was the most intense experience of my life!”
Elena giggled. “Then you better buckle up. This ride’s only beginning for you!”
Chapter 9: You Could Tell Just By Looking
Amanda shut the door to her apartment with her hip, her hands holding the paper bag from the Chinese restaurant. East Side Village had the best sweet and sour shrimp in Black’s Rapids and after Operation Platypus all she wanted to do was have something to eat, read a book and fall asleep. She wasn’t exhausted per se, but she definitely needed to recharge.
She went right to the dinette set off the kitchen. She set down the bag and took out the aluminum pan holding her supper, along with an egg roll and the plastic knife and fork. She’d eat and head off to her bedroom.
It dawned on her when she was halfway through dinner that sex makes her hungry.
But was it sex? Elena didn’t touch her until after she climaxed. Never mind; it was as close to sex with someone she ever had in her life! She blew out a puff of air, and still chewing on a shrimp went to her bedroom.
Standing in front of the full length mirror she had on the door to her closet she looked at herself. No… she didn’t look different. She figured that after the first time she had sex with someone, she’d look different somehow. When she was in high school, Mila had pointed out to her girls that had done the dirty deed over the weekend when they were in the lunchroom.
There had definitely been something different about them. In s
enior year, it was really obvious when Gina Steppanak lost her virginity. All during their years in high school she had been almost mousy. She was pretty and stuff, but the girl was always unassuming kind of. When they would go out for pizza or something, she’d always order what everyone else was ordering. When they’d argue over the merits of the music of Coldplay and Nickleback she’d never voice a strong opinion.
Gina was sweet, but you’d never notice if she wasn’t there.
Until that Tuesday after the long weekend in May.
Oh boy.
Her eyes had an intensity they never had before, and her smile and laughs were full of life instead of always being hesitant.
When Mila asked her “What the hell got into you over the weekend Gina?” she burst out laughing and turned beet red. Mila just shook her head and smiling said, “Don’t answer, I know.”
Gina was… different now. You could tell just by looking at her.
Amanda studied her own reflection. She didn’t look different at all. You wouldn’t know to look at her that 45 minutes earlier she was splayed out on a chair at work frigging herself to a world class orgasm. Oh well… it would happen soon enough now she guessed.
The sound of her phone from the dining table brought her back to the kitchen. It wasn’t a text, it was a call. She looked at the screen to see it was Mila.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked.
“I got a problem and need a lift.”
Amanda glanced at the time. It was almost 8:00. “Where are you?”
“I’m at Rapunzel’s.” It was the nightclub they went to once in a while to go dancing.
“It’s a Monday, Mila, and it’s only 8:00. What are you doing there?”
“I know, I know. I was kinda bored, and since I don’t have to work till 2:00 tomorrow, I decided to go out for a drink and a bite to eat. They have a great deal on Monday’s for chicken wings, so I figured what the hell.”
“So what’s wrong?”
Mila let out a sigh. “I locked my keys in my car and can’t get them. I got a spare set at home, and I was hoping you could run me home to pick them up.” She paused and added, “I mean, if you’re not doing anything… I guess I could call a cab…”
“Shut up. If you called a half hour later, I’d be in bed. I’m still dressed, I’ll come get you.”
“Thanks, Amanda. You’re a peach!”
***
Mila was waiting out front when Amanda pulled up in front of the bar. Before she could get out of her car, Mila had gotten in.
“Thanks again. That’s twenty bucks in cab rides I won’t have to spend,” she said buckling up as Amanda pulled away.
“Your car’s okay?”
“Sure. It’s in the parking lot right there,” Mila replied pointing out her red Civic. The drove in silence for a few minutes until Mila asked, “So, how was work?”
Amanda felt her neck begin to get warm. Things had suddenly gotten complicated. “Uhhh… all right… nothing special.”
“Oh?”
The warmth had gone from her neck to her cheeks as the silence stretched out in the car. Damn it. She began to chew her lip.
“Aaaamanda?”
“Yeah?” She darted her eyes over to Mila to see the beginnings of an evil grin.
“What happened.”
“I… uhhh… I mean… I masturbated.”
“At work? Oh my god, that’s so hot. In the bathroom?”
Amanda shook her head.
“In the storage area? Not very private if Elena walked back there while you were getting busy!”
“Well… it wasn’t in the storage area.” Mila’s place wasn’t too far off now. If she could just keep this going until she pulled in front of her building, she’d just drop her off and skedaddle.
“You masturbated on the sales floor? How did you manage that!”
Amanda sighed. “I was in Elena’s office when I did it.” She pulled up to the curb in front of Mila’s place.
“What! Where the hell was Elena?”
Amanda let out a huff of air. She turned to her best friend and shut off her car. “She was watching.”
Chapter 10: Best Of Friends
“Bullshit.”
Amanda shook her head no with a small smile.
“You’re telling the truth?” Mila flopped back against the car seat and put her hand to her mouth. “Ohmigod, ohmigod!” She took her hand away. “How did that happen? What did you guys do? Why didn’t you call me?”
“Well… I…”
“Stop. Don’t say another word.” Mila popped off her seatbelt and opened the door. “You’re telling me the whole story, but not out here in the street. Let’s go upstairs.”
Amanda sighed and followed her friend. What the hell did she expect, anyway?
***
Mila wouldn’t let Amanda say a word until they were both seated on the couch a glass of wine in hand. The box of Franzia Crisp White Wine sat on the coffee table in front of them. Amanda drained her glass and for the second time that evening let out a loud belch.
Mila giggled. She took a sip of her own and tucked her feet under her bum, mirroring Amanda’s position on the couch. “Okay, spill it, girlfriend.”
Amanda related what had happened earlier that evening. When she was done, Mila leaned forward. “You mean she didn’t so much as touch you?”
“No. She said it was sort of like naughty games I never played when I was a kid.”
Mila shook her head slowly in a sympathetic manner. “You never played ‘Doctor’. You never played ‘Show Me Yours’. You had such a deprived childhood!” she ended with a smirk.
“As opposed to your depraved high school years?” Amanda wrinkled her nose at her friend. “I feel self conscious enough, you know.”
“Yeah, I guess I understand.” Mila drained her own glass of wine and refilled both glasses. Amanda watched her eyes from over the rim of the glass with a sense of trepidation and anticipation. She was scared of where this chat could go next, but at the same time she really hoped something would happen.
She was ready.
“So, how did Elena get you to go along?” Mila asked.
Amanda wasn’t sure if her burning cheeks were from embarrassment or arousal. She stayed silent for a moment, then spoke, her voice almost a whisper, “She sort of made me.”
“What! She forced you?”
“No!” Amanda’s eyes opened wide. “Not at all!” she said waving her hand. “She knew what I wanted, she had an idea how far I could go, but then she took control.” She dropped her eyes, staring into her glass of wine. “Not having to figure it all out freed me up to just do what she said.” She lifted her eyes. “She even told me I could stop anytime by saying a special word.”
“Like ‘Red’?”
Amanda giggled. “Well, the word wasn’t ‘Red’, it was ‘Platypus’.” Both women laughed. She always found that word funny.
“Hmmm…” Mila’s fingers cupped her chin. “That kind of makes sense when you think about it.” She drummed her fingers on the armrest of the couch. “Look, I need to pee and stuff. Give me a minute, okay?” She stood up, and went down the short hallway.
While she was gone, Amanda took the remote control from the coffee table. Both she and Mila had the same cable company, and she tuned the TV to a music station. Soft jazzy blues music wafted in the room air. She glanced to the hallway when she heard Mila leave the bathroom and enter her bedroom. Taking another sip of wine, she wondered what was going to happen next. Something was going to happen… She closed her eyes for a moment as the music began to swell with a throbbing bass; it had been some evening, for sure. She closed her eyes, letting the music flow into and through her. This was nice…
“Well?” Amanda started a bit and turned her head to the sound of Mila’s dusky voice. She was leaning against the hall entranceway, her arms folded across her chest. Amanda’s eyes flew open wide.
In the short minutes she had left the room, Mila had undergone a transfor
mation. She had changed into a black bolero leather jacket and a pleated leather miniskirt. She had added some makeup, accentuating the tilt of her almond eyes to look like a cat. A hungry cat. She had a small smile, her now deep red lips glistening. Amanda felt her jaw drop.
Mila was luscious. And wickedly sexy. Amanda felt that delicious warmth again arise in her tummy. Her mouth closed and she quickly licked her now dry lips. “Well, what?”
Mila let out a disappointed sigh and nudged herself from the entranceway. Stepping over to the couch, she stood above Amanda with her hands on her hips.
“Are you ready to go to the next stage or not?”
“I… I…” Before Amanda could say another word, Mila bent forward at the waist and cupped her face in her hands. “If it gets too much, I know the magic word, hon,” she said. When Amanda nodded, Mila placed her mouth on hers and kissed her, still cradling her cheeks.
Amanda closed her eyes and parted her lips the tiniest bit. It was enough. Mila’s tongue pressed past her teeth and began to swirl into her mouth, gently sliding from side to side. She felt the slippery wetness of Mila’s tongue moisten her own dry mouth. When she inhaled sharply in surprise, the crispy scent of Mila’s perfume rounded out the moment. She let out a soft groan as her own hand rose to grasp the back of Mila’s head, holding it to her.
Mila responded with a low growl, almost a purr as their tongues performed the first steps in this dance. Amanda’s own tongue roused, and both women began to stroke one another, first tentatively, then growing with increasing wet pleasure as they explored one another’s mouths. It was by far the best first kiss Amanda ever had.
Mila pulled her head away with a soft slurping noise. Amanda swallowed and kept eye contact.
“That was a delightful start, Amanda,” she said, straightening up. “Now I want you to try something new, pet.”
“Pet?”
Mila nodded. “And you will address me as ‘Miss’, understand?”
She didn’t know exactly why, but her stomach was enflamed. “Yes, Miss, I understand.” Reaching past Mila, she rested her wineglass on the table. She raised her head and looked up at her friend. “I hope this doesn’t hurt our friendship, Miss.”