The GFBJ Ch. 06

Literotic asexstories – The GFBJ Ch. 06 by VallesMarineris,VallesMarineris
Chapter 6

Liz sat on a chair in the middle of Tommy’s kitchen, a hair-cutting robe covering her— and nothing underneath. Day 2 had been a work day for both of them, and their first night together had ended late. Tommy had Liz eat her in bed for a while in the morning, but they ran out of time and both had to leave.

Liz especially had to rush home to change to fresh clothes and speed to work. Then meetings and more meetings. Several people commented on her new hair style and how great she looked, which produced embarrassment instead of pride in her. She couldn’t tell them the reason for both the new hair and the new smile she couldn’t keep off her face.

She left work mid-afternoon, telling people she was going to take calls remotely, which wasn’t totally a lie, and headed straight for Tommy’s place. Tommy met her there and as soon the door was closed behind them she was ordered to get naked. She expected to be put immediately on her knees or on Tommy’s bed with Tommy’s clit on her tongue, but no. At least, not yet.

They had a snack together, some cheese and fruit, a cheap red, and filled each other in on their day. It was like being a couple. Except that she was naked and Tommy stayed fully clothed. She understood Tommy was showing her dominance and accepted it. And enjoyed how it made her wet.

Tommy got up and moved her chair to the middle of the floor. “Sex toy, sit here.” She got a cape from a closet to put over her, took out a kit of scissors and other equipment, and began combing Liz’s hair. It felt really good.

Tommy stood back and assessed her. “I’m going to try one or two things. Nothing radical.”

“I trust you totally.” She put her hand out from underneath the cape and put it between Tommy’s legs, feeling the warm denim.

“You want it already, don’t you?”

“I’m just trying to be a good sex toy, to fulfill my part of the bargain.”

“Right. Of course. I almost forgot. You’re only doing this to get a lesbian to blow your husband. Got it. Elizabeth Moore, CEO, wants to be the best at everything. So if she decides she’s going to be a pervert, of course she’s going to be the pervertest pervert she can be.”

Tommy trimmed a little on one side, stood back, trimmed a bit on the other side. Liz just closed her eyes and let it happen. “What do you think of this?” she heard Tommy say. Tommy held a mirror in front of her. Out of the mirror stared a woman that looked like a younger version of herself, an amazing and shocking transformation. She shook her head in disbelief, which made her trimmed locks dangle like a model’s in a shampoo commercial. “I— I—”

“A tiny bit more.” Tommy used the scissors on her again. “There. I think we’ve got it.”

Liz looked in the mirror again but wasn’t seeing anything. Her mind was swirling. Tommy fiddled with the waves along her forehead. “You look so good. I’m really going to enjoy getting your stylish head between my legs.”

Together they cleaned up the kitchen, put the chair back, swept up the stray hairs, and put the leftover food back in the fridge. Tommy took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.

She knelt immediately, undid Tommy’s jeans, pulled the pants and the panties down her legs together, and put her lips on Tommy’s bush, not waiting to get the pants all the way off. Tommy laughed and let herself fall back onto the edge of the bed. Liz managed to get one foot totally out of the clothes, spread Tommy’s legs, and dived into her pussy.

Tommy had spent the day on her feet and hadn’t had a chance yet to shower. Her slit was tangy at first, but soon Liz’s attention coaxed Tommy’s juice out and Liz enjoyed the top to bottom sweetness of the young woman’s sex. It was a timeless time, in many ways like the times Liz would lose herself on J’s cock. But different. With a cock filling her mouth and her hands full of the rest of J’s genitals, she felt she was holding J in her hands and lips; with Tommy, reaching her tongue into her entrance, legs surrounding her head, brushing Tommy’s legs with her hands, she felt she was immersed in the young woman. Tommy’s sex was her environment.

She hadn’t noticed but fingers were now in her hair, gently pulling her off. “Come here, sex toy.”

She climbed up on the bed, where Tommy had her lie on her back. Out of the box came the vibrator. “I’m going to make you come now, sex toy. Guess how.” She turned on the vibe and put the tip on Liz’s bush. As Liz stretched out, the humming pleasure grew in her crotch. She reached for Tommy and was rewarded when Tommy lifted a leg over her head and settled her pussy on Liz’s mouth and Liz was back in pussy-eater heaven.

This time Liz knew she didn’t have to try so hard, and anyway she’d already well-prepared Tommy. And now Tommy knew just what to do with the vibrator. She relaxed and let Tommy’s pussy and her mouth merge into a mutually satisfying duo while she let Tommy use the vibrator to take control of her body’s needs. Tommy wanted her pussy eaten and Liz wanted to be the one that did the eating. Tommy didn’t seem interested in eating her pussy, which was fine. Neither was she interested in having Tommy do that. Tommy wanted to make her come, so she wanted to come for Tommy. Tommy wanted her mouth pressed into Tommy’s pussy and her tongue fucking Tommy’s hole as far as she could stretch into it, so that’s exactly what she did, holding Tommy’s cute ass in the best position for the small woman to feel her moans, which were starting to rise up inside her.

She worked her hips in rhythm with the vibrator’s thrusts to get it deeper and to push it against her G-spot. Tommy’s hips moved to put her clit and mons right on Liz’s tongue. Liz had got the message loud and clear that Tommy liked to be in control. Even now Tommy wasn’t letting Liz make her come; she was moving her pussy along Liz’s tongue, expecting Liz to maximize contact between her tongue and lips and the sensitive parts of Tommy’s vulva as she slid herself back and forth, spreading her juice all over, making a mess of Liz’s face. When Tommy wanted to come, Liz expected Tommy to basically masturbate on her tongue. That was also fine.

Right now, the way Tommy wanted her to give herself was to come for Tommy on the vibrator, and to moan and groan and yell and scream right into Tommy’s pussy as her orgasm exploded inside her. She stopped trying to lick Tommy. She couldn’t manage that action anyway. Her body was too wound up, like a bowstring being pulled back. She tried to lick, to help her hold out for a little longer, to let Tommy know . . . she didn’t think it was possible to express her feelings for this woman in words. That’s why she was licking Tommy’s clit. When she felt that her orgasm was starting to take over her body, she pulled her head up into Tommy’s bush by using her grip on Tommy’s ass and moaned out the pleasure into Tommy. That helped a lot to relieve the pressure. But it also told Tommy she was close and Tommy turned up the vibrator, which Liz thought had already been on the highest power. It was too much for her and she struggled to get her pussy away but Tommy pressed down on her mouth and she screamed into Tommy’s hole as she came, as loud as she could possibly force a scream out of her lungs, making each scream last as long as possible, emptying her lungs into Tommy.

Tommy lifted off her and lay back on the bed, her legs squeezing her hands on her pussy. “Jesus, girl. The way you come.”

Liz was able to drag her body towards Tommy and rested her head on Tommy’s thigh, which was remarkably firm. Tommy’s whole body was tense. Liz slid her head up to Tommy’s belly and saw her hands covering her bush. She put her hand on Tommy’s hands. “You are such a stud, Tommy. I come hard because you do it to me.” She worked her hand under Tommy’s hands and cupped the warm mound. “I want you to know that you are still in control. I’ll do anything you want, anything, as long as it gives you pleasure. If there’s anything you want a girl to do for you that gay girls won’t do, just let me know. I’ll do them for you.”

Tommy groaned in answer. She turned to Liz and kissed her. “I used to think it was just something people say, giving head. But when you give head you really do it.”

“Would you like me to continue eating your pussy while you think about what you’d like me to do for you?” Liz was starting to recover a little from her orgasm.

“Just make me come, sex toy. I want Elizabeth Moore to make me come in her sex toy mouth.”

She slid between Tommy’s legs and put her face in Tommy’s bush. She didn’t put much energy into her movements— she didn’t have much energy— but that was fine.

Legs surrounded her head, not hard. Hands went through her hair.

With small movements her lips found the slit, then her tongue wetted its way in and soon Tommy’s entire sex was open before her again. She managed to squeeze a finger up into Tommy’s tight vagina.

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“That maybe explains the text I got about tightness. I was wondering how my wife would know.”

Tommy had had to pause her story as Liz’s licking had become too intense. “Elizabeth,” J ordered, “Turn it down a little bit. I want to hear the rest of the story. Just do the Heaven thing the way you do me.”

“Ah, the Heaven thing,” Tommy repeated.

“She told you?”

“More than that.”

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Liz texted later: She’s so tight. But now her attention was entirely focused on Tommy’s clit. She pressed up into the G-spot and licked down onto the little glans and the thought that soon Tommy would be licking J’s glans the way she was right now licking Tommy’s sent her into an erotic high that she never wanted to come down from. She French-kissed Tommy’s exposed clit while rubbing underneath as if her finger were a vibrator. She knew Tommy’s clit so well now. How many times had she made this woman come? Three? Four? She couldn’t think. That was another wonderful part about eating Tommy, like sucking J: she stopped thinking, and that was such a relief because she spent all day, every day, thinking. Here, now, all she had to do—

She lifted her mouth off Tommy briefly. “Tell me again to do it.”

Tommy understood. “Make me come, CEO sex toy. Make me— uh!”

Tommy’s thighs and hands gripped her in a headlock that meant Tommy was close. Tommy rolled to her side, hands in Liz’s hair, taking Liz’s head along with her, taking control. Hips pumped pussy into mouth and once again the young woman was masturbating with Liz’s head. J occasionally fucked her face, but usually preferred to just lie back like a king and let Liz do all the work. Tommy always wanted do the fucking, whether with that dildo in her pussy or like now just rubbing herself to orgasm on Liz’s willing face. It was a special turn on to think that Tommy had gone to the trouble of trimming her hair just right so she could mess it up squashing Liz’s head onto her sex.

Except there always came a point in time, just before she came, when Tommy lost control. This was always a beautiful moment. With J it was the moment he couldn’t hold off anymore, no matter how hard he tried to hold back, and Liz had the exquisite pleasure of giving him just the right little suck and lick to break through his powerful male will power and force the first spurt of cream onto her tongue. With Tommy the moment was just as beautiful but different. Tommy wasn’t trying to hold off— just the opposite— but her body became too full of erotic energy, too turned on, and she couldn’t make it do exactly the perfect thing to take her over the edge.

Tommy needed Liz. Tommy needed a lover who would not take charge, who would help Tommy as she struggled to keep her clit right on that lover’s tongue, who knew just the right pressure, just the right motion, to give Tommy the satisfaction of succeeding at coming in her mouth.

Tommy rocked back and forth, kicked her legs like a swimmer, and pushed Liz’s mouth so hard into her pelvis that it hurt, using Liz’s head and mouth as if Liz really were a sex toy. A cry reached Liz, as much through the vibration in Tommy’s bones as through Liz’s muffled ears, and Liz could feel and taste Tommy come. Liz continued to hold her mouth on Tommy’s pussy, trying to keep her finger inside pressing on the G-spot, as the young woman writhed and twisted, milking the last bit of orgasm out of her young lover, then licking and licking and licking, the way she licked J’s cock long after he’d softened.

Tommy didn’t set Liz’s head free as much as just let her limbs flow away like water. Liz kept her mouth on Tommy’s sex, both to protect it while it was super-sensitive and to enjoy how soft and warm it felt. She sometimes held J’s soft and used up cock the same way after his orgasm.

“So you do hubby like that?” Tommy asked when Liz crawled up her body and held her.

“Every day.”

“Lucky guy.”

“He’s a total stud. Like you.”

“But how do you do the things— I mean, what you did to me, I don’t see how, with a man . . .”

Liz chuckled as she nuzzled Tommy’s neck. “Want me to show you?”

“How would you . . .?”

Liz sat up and found the vibrator. “Come on. Up.” She pulled Tommy’s arms until Tommy dragged herself to a sitting position, though she immediately sagged against the headboard. Liz faced her. “I call this the Head Shot. Here.” She took Tommy’s hand, put two fingers in her mouth, and demonstrated with her tongue.

Tommy laughed. “He must love that. You did that to me, didn’t you?”

Liz nodded. She handed the vibrator to Tommy. “Now you try.”

“Um . . .”

“Wait. Here.” Liz put two fingers between Tommy’s lips. “Do it to me.” Liz could tell that Tommy was a little uncomfortable, which was amusing after the intimate things they’d just done to each other. It was the implication of what Tommy would soon be doing it to. “Don’t be timid. All over. Yes, good.” She replaced her fingers with the end of the vibrator, which had a bit of a bulbous end that hinted cockhead. Tommy reluctantly tried it.

“I know. It’s just a plastic rod. A live cock is infinitely better. You’re going to love it.”

“I’m going to do it for you, but loving it may be a bit more than I can commit to.”

“I call this one Knob Polishing. It’s like the Head Shot but a bit more theatrical.” She demonstrated by putting the vibrator to her own lips and licking all over so Tommy could see. She handed the rod to Tommy. Tommy tried it.

“Faster. He’ll get off on watching your tongue flick all over.” Liz observed Tommy’s actions like a physical fitness trainer. “You’re starting to get it. When you see how his face lights up you’ll want to do it all night. I know I do.”

“And then he comes all over my face?”

“We’ve tried that. But it’s really a porno thing, you know? We both love it in my mouth.”

“So I should expect him to, like, do it any time, in my mouth?”

“Don’t worry. He’s a stud. He can control himself. And he knows I like to beg for it.”

“You beg him?”

“He loves it too. I like to combine begging with Angel Head. that’s another one. You smile and make cute sounds— kind of flirt, bat your eyes— while you’re doing the Knob Polish. I’ll have you do it. You’ll see. I can hardly wait. Then there’s Heaven. That’s when I just slowly go all over him. Oh, wait. You need to learn this one. Ugh. This is just a rod. Not lifelike enough.”

“Wait.” Tommy leaned over and dug another toy out of the box. “Got this as a joke present once.”

“That’ll do.” It was another dildo, quite large and long, pinkish beige, complete with testicles. “Don’t worry, J’s not quite this big. Wait, first—” She picked up the vibrator again. “Popsicle.” She slid the plastic as far into her mouth as she could, then in and out. Tommy tried it slowly, not as far.

Liz picked up the dildo with the testicles again. “Then there’s the ultimate. You want to practice this one. I call it the Trombone.” She put it to her mouth. “At least this one’s got a real cock helmet. You do a Head Shot on it— him— and you move your hand up and down like this. Slide it.” She demonstrated. “And play with his balls. I like to tickle his balls at first. Drives him insane.” She demonstrated the combined maneuver. “It’s a lot easier when it’s sticking out from him and you don’t have to hold it up. And when his balls contract you just hold them.”

“Balls contract?”

“The whole scrotum contracts. You didn’t know? When his body gets ready to come. It’s really cool. Here. Let me hold it. Caress them tenderly. And lick. And stroke. That’s it. He’ll be coming in your mouth in no time. Trombone is guaranteed.”

Tommy still look skeptical. “The whole coming in the mouth thing sounds gross.”

“It’s special. Like a fine liqueur or one of those French pâtés. Think about it. It’s him, his DNA. There’s only one place in the world where you can get it. Oh, his come is really strong. Always a shock. But cocks are amazing.” Liz tossed the dildo on the floor.

Tommy stretched, extending her legs out wide. “Okay, look, I’m going to do it for you, I really am. But you are really, really asking a lot of this girl-crazy lesbo. Makes me more determined than ever to make you earn it.” Tommy lifted a foot and used it to scoot Liz between her legs, right in front of her wide open, wet, fully exposed pussy. “And I’m tired of watching you suck on things that aren’t me. Eat my lesbian pussy, Elizabeth Mrs. Whatever-His-Name-Is. If I’m sucking dick tomorrow then you’re eating pussy tonight.”

“Deal.”

“That Head Shot thing. Do it to me.”

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“Trombone?” he asked.

Tommy lifted Liz’s head off her pussy. “Did you just make that up for me?”

“No. I just never told him. You’re the only person I’ve ever told about my names.” She put her mouth back on Tommy’s pussy. She licked, but she also kept her eyes on the other two.

“Would you be willing to explain that to me?” he asked Tommy.

Tommy just groaned in exasperation. She sat up. “Sex toy, you are a devious pervert. You set this up, didn’t you?”

Liz shook her head no on Tommy. She lifted her head off briefly. “It’s synchronicity.”

Tommy groaned again. “I don’t even know what that means.” She turned to him and put her hands on his belt. “If I remember correctly . . .” she said, unbuttoning his pants. His zipper was still down from their previous activity. When his clothing was down around his knees she took his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other. She looked up and said, “I think I’m supposed to hold your balls like this and stroke you. To start. Then . . . ahh!” She had to stop. “She’s— she’s trying to make me come. I can feel it. Ooh. If she doesn’t stop . . .”

“Put my cock in your mouth. That’s what she wants. I think I know what she’s doing. As a treat sometimes during a blow job, she’ll make herself come while she’s blowing me. I get to feel her moans of pleasure right on my cock. Peak experience.”

Tommy looked up at him. “I like making your wife come while she’s eating my pussy,” she told him, and then began sucking his cock, using her hands the way Liz had shown her. He gasped and had to hold on to the chair.

Liz lifted her head from Tommy. “My Love, do you remember our New Orleans trip? When I did that for you the first time?” He could only, and barely, nod. Liz wanted desperately to make Tommy come, just seeing her do that. But she didn’t want the moment to end. She wanted to keep watching J’s cock slide in and out of Tommy’s mouth. It was entrancing.

Tommy moaned on J. Liz realized she’d been massaging Tommy’s clit the whole time she was watching Tommy suck. She didn’t know how long that was, but it was long enough to get Tommy close. Liz put her tongue back down where it belonged and danced a rhythm on Tommy’s pussy and watched his cock get danced on in turn. She hummed into Tommy, not just her pussy, her pelvis too, her organs, her backbone. Tommy’s moans rose an octave and she took his cock deeper into her. He put his hands on her head and was now fucking her mouth as much as getting sucked. Tommy’s hand reached out, patted around, found Liz’s head, then pressed, her implicit signal for Liz to make her come.

Liz stopped dancing and settled on a steady rhythm that she knew from her past two days of oral sex was 100% certain to end in Tommy’s orgasm. Tommy made a valiant effort to continue to suck his cock and rub his balls but eventually gave in and just let him fuck her mouth. She kept one hand on Liz’s head and the other around his balls, as if she were still in control. Liz didn’t care how long it took to make Tommy come and didn’t mind if it took a long, long time. She’d given Tommy one last orgasm this morning before they had to get going, but they’d only had time for quickie. There was no way Tommy was not going to come now, not as long as the young woman kept that cock between her lips.

It didn’t take a long time. Tommy’s moans turned to growls. His cock was going deeper into her than Liz had thought Tommy would ever be able to take. Liz pushed herself harder into Tommy and Tommy squeezed her head harder between her legs. Tommy’s growls became hoarse gargles as the cock went still deeper. Her body shuddered and tried to double over but that only drove the cock deeper into her throat. She arched her back trying to get her head free, but he followed her down. He was masterful, keeping his cock right at the spot just short of gagging, always threatening no matter how she squirmed. And all this time she was coming in a series of spikes in Liz’s mouth.

When she was finished coming he slowly pulled his cock out and released her head and she slid down and off the chair and into Liz’s arms, shaking. He stood over them. Liz could have simply lifted up her head and sucked him. He said, “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend. How do you think she’ll like to be fucked?”

“Come on,” she said to Tommy, “Let me help you.” She got Tommy to climb onto the bed, where she propped the young woman up on her back on pillows. She spread open Tommy’s legs and lifted her knees. “I want her to watch herself get fucked.” She led him by his cock between Tommy’s legs and put his cock right at her hole.

The two women kissed. “I really did try to make him come,” Tommy said.

“He’s a stud,” Liz replied, “Like you.”

He entered Tommy slowly, inching in and out. Liz helped by pulling Tommy’s knees up to give him more access. Tommy was almost bent double anyway.

“I want you to make her come again,” Liz said when he was all the way in. He began ploughing Tommy in a steady rhythm. Liz stroked Tommy’s body and tweaked her nipples. He leaned over her and gave her a deep, long kiss.

“I— I don’t usually let girls do this to me,” Tommy said.

“A real cock is better, isn’t it?”

“This one is. I don’t believe it after, after what you, you did to me, but, but . . .”

“But you’re going to come again, aren’t you?” Liz finished Tommy’s sentence as she stroked the woman’s trim body and tweaked her little nips. “And it’s different, isn’t it? A different orgasm.” Tommy was straining now from J’s steady and deep stroking. Liz bent over her and French-kissed her as she came on J’s cock. She pressed on Tommy’s clit and lightly rubbed it to make the orgasm even more intense. J had his hands on Liz’s back so she could sync with his rhythm and together they made Tommy come over and over until she was exhausted.

Tommy just lay there a while after J withdrew and her orgasms receded. Liz held her close; J stayed separate but kept a hand on the young woman’s stomach. At last Tommy turned her head to J and said, “You’re not bad. I mean for a guy.” She ran a hand weakly over his arm.

“And you, Tom-Tom, are an exquisite nymph beyond any man’s imagination.”

Tommy giggled at that. She stretched out her limbs over Liz and J and the three of them lay like that for a while. She sat up. “Ah. Okay, time to pay the piper. So, Mr. Moore— I know that’s not your name but that’s my pet name for you— it was so hot how you got your wife, my sex toy—” Tommy paused to run a finger lightly along Liz’s lips— “to cancel our bargain. Super hot. But after two days of some of the best pussy-eating I’ve ever experienced, I can’t help feeling . . . I mean . . . how would you like your blow job?”

J sat up too. He rubbed his chin and made a show of counting on his fingers and nodding, as if working through all the various possibilities.

“I would love it if—”

“Uh-uh, sex toy, silence. You don’t get a say, remember? This is between me and Mr. Moore.” She slid her hand along J’s thigh, close to but not touching his half-hard cock. “So, Mr. Moore, what do you think? I mean, it’s not every day a guy gets a blow job from a lesbo.”

“Exquisite lesbo nymph. Well, Tom-Tom, there are innumerable ways I’d like you to perform fellatio on me. Would you be willing to try a few before I decide on . . .”

“On how you want to pop the cork? Sure. We lesbo nymphs love variety.”

J got off the bed and stood on the rug at its foot.”Elizabeth, would you get a warm wash cloth. You know,” he said, motioning to his cock, “since it’s Tom-Tom’s first time.”

Tommy got off the bed and stood in front of him, looking him up and down. “You must be aware, Mr. Moore, that we lesbos don’t mind the taste of pussy. But I like the idea of my personal executive sex toy getting her husband’s cock ready for me.” She put her hands on her narrow hips and winked at him.

Liz went into the bathroom and came out with a wet washcloth, which she used to wipe him over. Then she used a hand towel to dry him off.

“We should start with the classic position,” he said. He took hold of Tommy by her shoulders and moved her to exactly face him, then pressed her down to her knees.

“Sex toy, sit here on the bed and watch,” Tommy ordered, then took his cock and balls in her hands. He was mostly hard and quickly grew to full straightness with her light stroking. “So, Mr. Moore, what would you like this lesbo girl to do for you?”

“Well, Tom-Tom, I’ve been wondering what else my wife taught you. Any other so-called names?”

“Oh, yes, Mr. Moore. Lots.” She smiled up at him and then over to Liz, who was pressing her lips together to keep from speaking. She had her hands stuffed between her legs, which wouldn’t stop shaking. “Let’s see.” She tapped a finger against her cheek, thinking, while she continued to stroke the stiff cock that pointed at her face. “There’s the Head Shot.”

“Demonstrate.”

She did. He went up on his toes immediately. He had to put his hand on Liz’s shoulder to keep his balance. “Tom-Tom, you’re . . . uh . . . a quick st-study.”

Tommy released him. “I had a really good teacher.”

“What else did she teach you?”

“Um, Popsicle? I’m not very good at that one.”

“Try.” He hissed as she slid his cock in and out.

“See? Sex toy is better.”

“You are still delightful.”

“What else, sex toy? Oh, how could I forget?” She put his cockhead back between her lips and moved her head around on him. He groaned and grunted in appreciation. “That’s Knob Polishing.”

“Is that what she calls it? I know it well. Okay, Tom-Tom, up.” He moved to his easy chair. “This is one of my favorite spots to have my knob polished and popsicled and all that.”

“You are a lucky guy,” Tommy said. She stood naked between his legs.

“I know. And you really are the cutest thing, Tom-Tom. How are you feeling right now?”

“You know, Mr. Moore, it’s interesting.” She knelt and took his cock in her hands. “I was having this . . . I guess fantasy? . . . over there.” She gestured back to where she’d been on her knees.

“I think we’d all love to hear it.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“What was it? I hope it involved me.”

Tommy smiled. “Oh yes, definitely.” She watched Liz come over to sit on the side of the bed next to them. “I just— I had this— it’s kind of— it feels perverted, maybe wrong.” She glanced sideways at Liz.

“Then you absolutely have to tell us. Everything.”

“Okay.” She took a breath. She stroked his cock a bit more, focusing on it. “I was kind of . . . pretending . . . I was a gay guy.”

“Ah.”

“Is that weird? I mean, I’m gay, okay? I know that. But I really thought, when your strange wife conned me into doing this, I thought, okay Tommasina, it’s okay, you’re just going to be a straight girl for a little while, then you can go back to your pussy obsession. You know?”

“But that’s not what happened?”

“Oh my god, hell no. I was there on my knees taking a friggin’ penis in my mouth and I thought, wow, I’m just like a gay guy. I even imagined— this is the fantasy part and I totally understand if you think this is too weird for you— I had this fantasy that I was this young gay guy, like gay teenager maybe, and this was my first blow job, and how cool it was. You know? I didn’t imagine I was a straight girl, which in reality I totally was. Does that make any sense at all?”

They were all silent for a moment, taking that in. Liz put her hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Tom-Tom, do you remember our conversation earlier about anima and animus?”

“Sure.”

“It looks like your animus is also gay. Or at least bi.”

“Huh.” She nodded slowly, absorbing that concept, then turned to Liz. “I’m really liking your guy more and more.” Then back to him. “Now I really want to give you a blow job. I mean if you’re not totally weirded out right now.”

“Hmm. I’m about to get a blow job from a lesbian who’s going to imagine she’s a young gay man giving his first blow job, is that right?”

“Bingo, Mr. Moore.”

“So what am I, your professor or teacher? Or just an older student?”

“Hmm. Well, if I’m a gay guy then I just realized I’m gay. I’ve even got a girlfriend.” She glanced over at Liz. “So how did I get here?” She wiggled his stiff cock to make her situation clear.

“Well, it turns out that your new girlfriend, as loving and attractive and sexy as she is, is also a perverted genius of the human psyche and has perceived, correctly apparently, that she can seduce you into sucking a man’s cock.”

“I’m starting to wonder who’s the sex toy here.”

“We both are.”

“True that.” She took his cock between her lips and lightly mouthed him.

Liz tapped her lips.

“No, Elizabeth, you may not speak. You see, Tom-Tom, my wife is going to deny it and tell me that she’s doing it because she loves me, and she certainly does. But you’re doing what you’re doing now because you love her.”

“Also true.”

“Gay men give blow jobs,” Liz said. She belatedly tapped her lips.

Tommy rolled her eyes. “She’s really fixated, isn’t she?”

“One of her finest qualities.”

“Okay. Is it Trombone time?”

“Tom-Tom— or should I call you Thomas?”

“Nah. I’m kind of liking being Tom-Tom. I mean again. Boyish. Brings me back to when I was a boy. You know, I remember climbing trees with the boys, and I could always out-climb them. I was pretty good. And I could climb higher because I was lighter. That was cool. But then I got tired of it. I guess I got tired of being a boy.”

“Tom-Tom has grown up. Tom-Tom, give me a blow job.” He sat up and looked down on her.

Tommy closed her eyes and slid his cock into her mouth. She slowly sucked him in and out. He stayed calm for a little while and even stroked her head, but then his back had to arch and he needed to put his hands on the chair arms to support himself. “Sex toy,” she said, pausing, “You’re right. Cocks are nice.” And to him: “You’re making me wonder about my sexual identity.”

“Sexual identity is the clothing we put on in the morning and then take off at night.”

“True that is.” She sucked him a bit more. “Mr. Moore, whoever I am, whatever I am, it’s time.” She sucked him more, not deep, but smoothly and steadily. His hips moved in rhythm with her head.

Liz tapped her lips, seeing he was close and wanting to say something, although she didn’t quite know what, she was just bursting inside. But neither was paying attention. J made his characteristic long moans, his head tilted up to the ceiling. Tommy still had her eyes closed. Her fingertips played over his balls and the base of his cock that her lips couldn’t reach as her steady sucking inched him closer and closer. Liz knelt down to be as close as possible to them, putting a hand on J’s leg and another on Tommy’s shoulder to feel more intimately what was happening. She kissed and stroked them both on whatever parts of their bodies she could reach. She caressed Tommy’s head and gently worked her fingers into the young woman’s hair as her head moved back and forth more forcefully, a little deeper, taking control. J didn’t try to hold out. His cockhead, Liz saw when Tommy pulled him almost all the way out, was as swollen as Liz had ever seen it, and he moved his hips in sync as his grunts of pleasure became shorter and shorter and his body tensed.

Still, that moment that Liz adored, the moment when he was right at the peak and he was totally hers and was about to give her his essence, that peak seemed to last and last as Tommy’s slow strokes coaxed and teased him in a way that Liz had never done, never thought to do because she was always as hungry for his orgasm as he was.

But even J had his limits. Finally, with a small jerk she would have missed if she weren’t pressed against and touching both of them, he released his cream into Tommy and her rhythm changed subtly and Liz could tell that Tommy was eating her husband’s come. She moved a hand to her neck to feel her swallowing.

J came over and over, his sounds becoming breathy ahs. His eyes opened and he looked down on the two women, Tommy still sucking the last of his orgasm out of him, Liz beaming with moist eyes a loving smile that felt like a wildfire consuming her face.

Tommy released his softening cock and turned to her. They kissed and Liz pushed her tongue into Tommy as far and wide as she could, tasting him all over inside Tommy’s mouth. The next several minutes were a blur. She bit and kissed Tommy all over, starting at the throat that had just swallowed her husband’s seed, biting her little nipples as Tommy rose, sliding her face down the abdomen that now held his fluid, to the wet sex between the woman’s trim legs.

Somehow Tommy ended up lying back on the edge of their bed and Liz dived into her pussy and ate and ate and ate.

“No, no, I can’t,” Tommy breathed, but Liz was intent on making Tommy come yet again, following her as she squeezed her legs around Liz’s head and grabbed her hair and curled up into a ball, and wouldn’t stop eating her even when the young woman tried to push her away, until hands on her shoulder pulled her off, and J whispered, “She needs you to cuddle her now.”

Liz climbed up and wrapped her arms around Tommy. J pulled the covers over them and slid in on the other side to hold them both.