Literotic asexstories – Clone-a-Willy Adventures Pt. 04 by FeralSmile,FeralSmile All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction, and all characters, locations, and events are imaginary. This is a multipart series, and things start out slow(ish) but keep escalating.
There’s a fair bit of anatomical terminology here, because the POV character is a nurse. Hopefully that won’t detract from your enjoyment. There’s a short glossary in Pt. 01.
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I awoke the next morning to Brian’s phone ringing. It took me a moment to process where I was as he reached past me to grab it off the dresser. I got up to pee in the middle of the night and I think when I returned I fell asleep on his side of the bed.
I was a bit groggy still, but not so groggy that I failed to notice his morning wood. As he grabbed the phone, I grabbed his cock, happily running my hands over it as he groaned before turning to me and saying, “It’s Cathy.”
I didn’t take him in my mouth, which I probably would have done otherwise, but then I didn’t let go of his cock either as he answered, “Hi babe.” I couldn’t hear her well but then I was distracted by the toy in my hands. Brian struggled to keep his voice regular as he asked Cathy how the trip was going and when she was returning. He was so hard in my hands, and his skin was so soft and warm over the steel core of his penis, that I changed my mind and bent over to start kissing his shaft.
Brian managed a very normal-sounding “Sounds great babe. Safe travel, see you soon.” As he hung up I took his glans in my mouth and stroked his shaft. “Ih ee uggig oh ooay?” I asked, with a mouthful of wonderfulness. “Yes, she’s coming home today,” he groaned down at me. “God, you’re so… fuck, that feels good.”
I smiled happily around his glans and worked my tongue on his frenulum. If she was coming home today I wanted more of his semen in me first, dammit. But I was being selfish again, taking what I wanted, so I pulled my mouth off him and looked up. “Do you want to cum in my mouth again, or something else? I did say you could have anything you wanted, and I’m not sure when our next chance will be.” I was such a saint.
“Fuck. I… yes, this is good. More than good. Don’t stop.” He brushed my hair out of my eyes and reminded me sharply of when Cathy did the same thing. I didn’t let that slow me down though and I stroked him faster and faster while sucking on his glans and looking in his eyes. I wanted him to come fast and hard, and I pulled out all the stops, humming and licking and stroking and watching him with adoring eyes.
He didn’t last long. His ejaculation was a bit more filling this morning than last night, and I held it in my mouth and grinned up at him before swallowing it all and kissing his glans softly. “Thanks big bro. I love starting my day out with some protein.”
Brian ruffled my hair and chuckled, then pulled away and stood up. “I need to show… we should shower.”
I couldn’t agree more, and happily slid out of bed and padded after him into the bathroom. I was mostly well-behaved in the shower, at least initially, but I did keep playing with his cock in between soaping him everywhere. I couldn’t get enough of his body, honestly. I’d always had a crush, and for now he was mine, and I was determined to enjoy him.
Once Cathy returned, though, I wasn’t sure what would come next. That sobering thought just heightened my enthusiasm as I ran my hands over Brian’s thin muscular frame. My insistent hands had him fully hard again before long, and I felt no shame as I climbed him like a monkey climbs a tree, kissing as I went up.
“Fuck me, Brian. Once more. Right here.” I was determined, and he was hard, and he laughed.
“Five times in 24 hours is a lot for me, Jen,” he replied, but he was hard and I confess I whined in his ear.
“Pleeeeease. Fuck me.”
He chuckled and moved to the wall, where he pushed me up against it and took me once more. The hot water poured down on us as he railed me, and my arms wrapped around his neck as I moaned happily. His hands gripped my ass and he thrust again and again until he shook and his orgasm overtook him. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me but it was hard to tell how much semen he had left at that point. I watched his face, delighted and determined to remember every detail.
When he finished, he lowered me gently to the floor and we kissed. Then he finished rinsing and without a word left the shower, and me in it. I rinsed his seed out of me and finished cleaning up before following him. I double checked in his room to ensure I’d left no signs of my presence, then went downstairs and grabbed my clothes and tidied up the room as he made us breakfast.
It was Saturday morning, and neither of us had work, so we had a long leisurely breakfast. Brian made exceptional French toast, and we drank a lot of coffee as we made small talk. We avoided talking about what happened or was going to happen by mutual unspoken consent.
After breakfast, I checked everything a few more times to be certain I hadn’t forgotten something, some clue that would reveal to Cathy what we’d done. I’d been besotted, befuddled, and bewitched, and now I needed to be awake and aware.
I couldn’t find anything, so I dressed and sat down to read. Brian spent much of the morning on his phone, checking emails and surfing the internet. I gently teased him about working on his day off, and he grinned. Things felt relaxed and easy, though I was a bit anxious about Cathy’s return.
Cathy called again in the late morning; her flight had landed and she was en route home, so we delayed lunch until her arrival. Brian went out and picked up sushi for us, and got back just before Cathy did.
When she opened the door all my anxiety left. I was just happy to see her. She was wearing a dark blue sun dress that looked absolutely stunning, and after Brian was done hugging her I bounced over and got my hugs in. She laughed happily and pulled me in tight, and my face was pressed against her magnificent breasts as she stroked the back of my head. She smelled amazing, and I wanted to lay a kiss on her cleavage but found the self-control to somehow not do so. In the moment I couldn’t even say how she would have reacted if I had, but I didn’t.
We enjoyed the sushi together and caught up. It felt cozy and domestic, and I felt like a part of their little family instead of a third wheel. Once or twice Brian and I exchanged glances, but otherwise things were just… normal.
That afternoon Brian cleaned and filled up the hot tub, which had been unused through the winter. Cathy and I sat together in the kitchen as Brian worked, and we teased him about his paleness after he took off his shirt. Both Cathy and I were gentle in our teasing though, because we loved him and because, frankly, he looked good shirtless.
I didn’t have a bikini; we hadn’t picked one up and none of us wanted to go shopping that afternoon, so Cathy offered to let me use one of hers. The top was fine, if a bit racy, but of course I didn’t mind that in the slightest. Though our breasts were very similar, mine were perhaps a little fuller than hers, and there was no padding to conceal my prominent nipples, which, again, was fine by me. I wasn’t sure though if it would bother Cathy, so I asked bluntly.
“Cathy, is this ok? My headlights shine right through this.” I smiled wryly and hoped for the best.
“Oh, Jen, you look great. And don’t feel self-conscious about your nipples! I wish mine were like that.”
This was about the last thing I expected to hear, and I protested, “What? Your breasts are amazing. Why would you want them any different? You’re so gorgeous. Brian’s lucky to have you.”
She smiled at me and reached out to adjust my top, repositioning it on my ample breasts. It was unexpectedly intimate and I stood there, a bit shocked but not unhappy at her touch.
“Well, you’re amazing, Jen. You’re so voluptuous and so… open. So free about who you are. About your body, about your… sexuality. And I think your nipples are perfect, especially when they get hard. Mine don’t really change all that much, or at least not so you can tell under a bikini or bra.”
As I might have mentioned, I’m a horny little thing, and my long-standing crush on Cathy was starting to fan into full flames. I could feel my nipples hardening as she spoke, and she grinned and looked down at them. “Like that,” she said. “Lovely.”
“I’m… happy that you like them,” I replied. “But you really shouldn’t put yourself down. You’re so graceful and so tall and you could be a model or an actress. And your nipples are great! They fit your breasts perfectly, though I don’t think I’ve seen them hard so I can’t speak authoritatively on that.”
Cathy looked at me carefully and seemed to weigh her options for a moment, before grinning and pulling her top down, exposing one breast to my delighted gaze. Her small nipple was erect, and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. “There, see? Crinkled but not… pokey, like yours.”
I reached out and pinched her exposed nipple gently before I realized what I was doing. “Oh! Sorry. I just… wondered. They feel nice. Hard, like a dried pea.”
We were interrupted by Brian’s footsteps on the stairs, and Cathy blushed and pulled her top up. “I don’t think my bottoms will fit you well, but you’re welcome to try if you want. Or maybe just wear panties?” She got a naughty expression and leaned in to whisper, “Or just go without. I won’t tell Brian if you don’t. I can distract him so he won’t know.”
I raised my eyebrows in shock then grinned at her and winked. I turned and left as Brian entered, and flashed him a smile as I passed.
A few hours later the sun went down, and the hot tub had reached a nice temperature. I had a towel wrapped around my waist, and nothing underneath as I wandered out. Cathy’s bikini top was a bit snug but otherwise comfortable enough.
“Brian, will you get us some wine?” Cathy was all smiles as she climbed into the hot tub. Brian agreed and went back into the house, and I took the opportunity to drop the towel and climb in. Cathy whispered, “Your butt is amazing, Jen,” and after the events of the day I sincerely wondered if she was bi like me. I sat across from Cathy and we shared a secret smile.
“Yours is better,” I whispered back, and she shook her head.
“That’s nonsense, but thanks. My butt’s not big enough. I’m a pole.”
I was having one of that and shook my head fiercely. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Cathy, and every bit of you is perfect, and you’d better not say otherwise or I’ll, I’ll splash you.” To show I was serious, I did so, and she splashed back, and we were giggling and splashing each other when Brian returned, bemused, carrying two bottles of wine.
“I didn’t bring glasses. Is that ok?” He looked back and forth, trying to figure out what was going on, and Cathy and I just smiled at him.
“Sounds good to me, babe,” she replied, taking a bottle out of his hand. She took a swig then smiled and passed it to me, and I didn’t hesitate before lifting it to my lips. It was a nice rich merlot, and I could taste a hint of Cathy’s lipstick, which only made it sweeter.
Brian climbed in and sat next to Cathy, across from me, and reached for the bottle, but I shook my head and handed it back to Cathy. “You have one. This is ours.”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” he asked, grinning.
“It is,” Cathy said, nodding and taking another swig.
Brian shrugged and drank from his bottle, and Cathy and I shared ours for a while as we all chatted and relaxed. Our bottle was almost done when Cathy said, “You should turn on the jets, Brian.” She was slurring her words just a little bit, but I was feeling no pain and passing no judgment myself.
Brian leaned over and fiddled with the controls, and Cathy slapped him resoundingly in the ass. It was hilarious and we both broke down laughing while Brian patiently finished turning on the jets. As he sat back down, I could feel a sudden rush of water coming up from under me. It felt GOOD.
I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing any bottoms, and I shifted around a bit to find the best spot. There were smaller bubbles blowing up all around me, and some went up the crack of my ass, which felt intriguingly nice. I placed a bigger jet so it was blowing right on my vulva, and I opened my legs and let the water flow through my labia and across my clit. I grinned and shivered with pleasure. Cathy watched with a knowing grin, and said, a bit archly, “Jen likes the jets, Brian.”
I nodded and gestured for the wine. I didn’t want to shift out of my spot, so Cathy leaned over and handed it to me. “This is true. Cathy speaks truth,” I said, drinking. “But who doesn’t like a good jet?”
Cathy took the bottle back from me and drank, then put the bottle down on the side of the tub. Both her hands went under the water, and she shifted around a bit. I suspected she was taking her bottoms off, and my suspicions were all but confirmed when she leaned forward and gasped. “Ohh. I like a good jet, too.”
Brian reached the same conclusion I had and reached under the water. He grinned and his hand seemed to be stroking Cathy’s hip or butt, which I presumed was bare. He whispered something to her that I couldn’t tell, and his face was turned away so I couldn’t read his lips either. She nodded and looked flushed. She was so beautiful.
We sat there for a bit, letting the jets wash over us, reveling in it. Brian caught my eyes as Cathy looked down, and I grinned lazily at him. He raised his eyebrows then said, “I’m going to the bathroom, and bringing more wine.”
“Good idea, Brian,” I replied. Cathy smiled and pulled his head in for a kiss as he got up; the kiss lasted for quite a while and I could see their mouths moving as she ran her fingers through his hair. Eventually he left and we were alone together, sitting on the jets, letting the hot tub get us off.
I was enjoying watching Cathy, and she looked up at me and smiled. She was definitely feeling the wine as she said, “See, that’s what I was talking about. My nipples don’t ever do that. Yours look so good when they do that!”
I looked down and my nipples were of course standing up proudly. The bikini top barely did anything to hold them in, and I felt a need to point this out. “This top is so thin it barely changes things, see?” And I pulled down my top and exposed a nipple, as she’d done earlier.
“Wow, that’s… your boobs are so great, Jen. Your nipples really are much better than mine.” She’d moved closer at some point; I hadn’t noticed. She reached out and pulled on my exposed nipple, pinching it, and I let out a low moan.
“See? They’re so long, I can grab and pull and feel the whole thing,” she said. “Mine are tiny. Can’t do any of that.” She was pulling on it and squeezing between several of her fingers, as if working a cow’s udder, and it felt amazing. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and the wine and the jets of water and Cathy’s touch just pushed me over the edge. I started to orgasm, shaking, holding my hand over hers, looking at her.
“Fuck, Cathy,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
She kept kneading and pulling as I thrashed, and her eyes were dark and intense. “Your nipples would be perfect for nursing.”
I reached out and put my hand behind her head, and pulled her face to my breast. She took my nipple in her mouth and suckled, and I had another small orgasm, shaking and cradling her head against my breast. Fuck, she was sex incarnate.
We heard the door open, and Cathy pulled back, smiling. I bent over so and adjusted my top, then looked up as Brian approached.
“I brought one more bottle, but this one’s for sharing.” Cathy and I pouted and whined, but Brian was firm. “We shouldn’t drink too much in the hot tub anyhow,” he pointed out.
I was feeling a bit overstimulated post-orgasm and moved off the jet. Cathy, I realized, had already moved off hers.
We chatted and passed the bottle around for a while. I was feeling pretty drunk and very happy. I kept smiling at both of them absently, just generally content with them. With us. Brian seemed distracted, and I realized Cathy’s arm was moving as we talked. I was pretty sure she was stroking his cock, but I couldn’t see with all the bubbles.
“You should turn off the jets, don’t you think?” I looked back and forth at them hopefully.
Brian looked unhappy at this, and looked over at Cathy, whose arm was moving back and forth still.
“Good idea. You should turn off the jets, babe,” she said, her arm still moving.
Brian shifted in place a bit then his hands moved underwater. He seemed to be pushing her hand away and adjusting something, and she grinned as her arm kept moving. I figured he was pulling his trunks up, or trying, and she wasn’t playing along.
Eventually he rose up a bit and turned his back to me. His trunks were low, exposing the top of his ass, and Cathy was openly fondling his crotch as he bent over the side of the tub. She looked at me and grinned, and I grinned back, having nearly as much fun as she was. Brian was blushing, clearly embarrassed. The jets stopped, and the water cleared, and Brian sat back down quickly.
Cathy continued stroking him through his bathing suit. I could see the outline of his cock, though everything was blurred by the water and the darkness.
“Pass me the wine, Jen,” she said, and held out her right hand as her left continued stroking Brian.
I took a sip then moved over a bit closer to pass the wine to her; she wasn’t leaning forward and I couldn’t reach her otherwise.
They were both looking at me. Cathy’s eyes were dark and intense, and Brian’s were glazed and a bit confused. She took the wine from my hand and drank deeply, then stood up. “I’m heading inside,” she said, bottle in one hand, bikini bottoms in the other.
Her pussy was neatly trimmed, with a small landing strip above her clit and her labia bare. Like everything else about her, it was stunning. As she turned and climbed out, I admired her ass. She thought it was flat? Hardly. It was perfect, slim and alluring like the rest of her.
Brian stood up as she climbed out, his erection painfully obvious. It was appealing but also, in the moment, a bit funny, and I grinned.
I stood up myself as Cathy was toweling off, and as I stepped down from the tub I remembered I wasn’t wearing any bottoms either. I had more pubic hair than Cathy, but generally kept it fairly short and tidy. I don’t like to go entirely hairless, because I enjoy the fact that my public hair actually matches the hair on my head, and I like the comments that correspondence engenders. Horny redhead things, I guess.
Brian did a double take when he saw me, then looked at Cathy, who was grinning at me as she wrapped the towel around herself. So much for her promise to distract him.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and followed them into the house. They headed upstairs to shower, and I did the same by myself downstairs.
Soon enough I heard the grunting and moaning and muffled cries, and I fucked myself silly as I listened.
I slept well.
Sunday morning I awoke feeling a tiny bit hungover, and wondered how Cathy and Brian were doing. Brian was already cooking breakfast and seemed fine, but Cathy was considerably worse off than I was. She was clutching her coffee tightly and looking down as she sat at the table, so I came up and kissed the top of her head softly and wordlessly before grabbing my own coffee. She flashed a smile at me then it vanished and she looked down. I wondered if she was upset or unhappy or embarrassed about last night. I wasn’t.
I poured myself a tall glass of water and downed it as Brian finished cooking. We ate in companionable silence, then Brian headed out to mow the lawn and do some cleaning while Cathy and I drank more coffee.
“How are you doing,” I asked, unsure of her mood.
“I’m. Um. Wow, I was a bit of a mess last night. Sorry Jen. I hope I didn’t. I hope you. Um.” She looked forlorn and I smiled gently at her.
“You were fine, and everything’s ok. Want some fresh orange juice? Good for hangovers.” I went to the fridge and grabbed some oranges, which I brandished. “I’ll make you some if you want.”
“Oh, good. And yes, please. Thanks.” She looked so relieved. Poor thing.
I juiced the oranges into a pitcher and brought it over to her along with a tall glass. “Drink. It’s all for you,” I instructed.
She was thirsty. Coffee’s well and good but hangovers need actual non-diuretic liquids. I watched as she hydrated, holding the glass carefully. Oof. She was worse off than I thought. She finished her glass and I poured the rest in. “Let me know if you want more, ok?” She nodded as she drank and I kissed her on the top of her head then carried the pitcher over to the counter before returning.
“Thanks Jen. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry, last night I was. I don’t know what I was.” She looked like she was about to cry.
“Cathy, I promise you, everything’s fine. You were wonderful and I love you. Nobody was hurt, nothing’s wrong, and it’s a nice sunny day. Everyone had fun, even if you and I did drink more wine than we probably should have.”
She paused and seemed to think about what I was saying, before offering me a hesitant smile. “Well, that’s, um. Good. I was worried. I got kinda carried away and. You know.”
“Please don’t be upset, Cathy. I had a… really great time.” As I said it I vividly remembered her suckling on my nipple, which responded, along with its sister, by growing hard and poking out.
She noticed and watched my nipples grow in front of her eyes and she started blushing. “Oh. Oh!” She looked up and smiled. “That’s good. So did I.” We smiled at each other and sat quietly for a bit as the sound of the lawnmower rose and faded, marking Brian’s progress in the yard.
We both felt like taking a nap in the late morning. When I arose, Cathy was rubbing her sleepy eyes and assembling some fruit and cheese for lunch. “Brian went to visit his friend Jim. They’re building a shed along with a few other guys. He’ll be back for dinner.”
We ate and things seemed more relaxed. Naps really do help, as does food.
When we finished, Cathy stretched and said, “I think I’m going to take a nice long soaking bubble bath.”
“Oh, God, that sounds amazing,” I replied, looking wistful. The downstairs bathroom only had a shower, while the upstairs bathroom had both a shower and a huge fancy tub. “Wish I could join you,” I said without thinking.
Cathy looked at me for a moment then smiled. “Why don’t you? There’s plenty of room.”
My nipples betrayed my excitement once again and sprang to attention as I smiled happily. Cathy looked down then back up and grinned.
I followed her upstairs, admiring her ass. Seriously, how could she think that was too small? I was growing a bit upset at her self-doubt and decided to speak my mind. “Cathy, I can’t believe you think your butt is too small. It’s slim, not small. It looks amazing on you.”
She looked back and smiled happily. “Thanks, Jen. It’s just, um. It’s not like yours. You’re so much curvier than I am. I admit I’ve been jealous for a while.”
“How is that even possible?!” I was outraged on her behalf. “Cathy, listen to me. You’re perfect. You shouldn’t be jealous of anyone.” I realized I was raising my voice and frowning, and she giggled at my intensity.
“Well, thanks. You’re sweet,” she said as we arrived in the bathroom. She started the water and looked around. Walking to a cabinet, she pulled out a large fluffy towel and hung it on a rack next to another one, which I guessed was hers. Then she started to disrobe, without preamble.
I realized I was staring. She was so fucking beautiful. She bent over to test the water and her breasts hung, full and ripe. They looked larger than mine, despite being the same size, because of her thin frame. Her delicious little nipples were crinkled.
I undressed quickly as she added something to the water. Fuck, she looked good. I seriously couldn’t get over how a goddess like that could be so down on her body. What I wouldn’t give to look like that!
She climbed into the tub and sat down. It was a large two-person model, and I climbed in on the other side, facing her. There was more than enough room to stretch my legs out, but then my legs are pretty short. The water smelled like lilacs and felt incredible. She turned on the whirlpool jets and bubbles started to form.
“When we got this I tried adding regular bubble bath. It’s not a great idea with the whirlpool jets.” She grinned and I imagined a massive pile of bubbles filling the room. She continued, “So I got this low-foam stuff, which works perfectly.”
She leaned back and looked peaceful. Her long slender neck was dry, and her shoulders and chest had small amounts of bubbles on them. There were bubbles obscuring one of her breasts but the other one floated free on the surface of the water. The one small brown nipple I could see was puckered.
Mine, on the other hand, were both sticking out of the water, thick and long, high on my full breasts. The water was hot, and the room was warm, so it was pretty clear at a glance that I was aroused. Just looking at her turned me on, honestly. Being naked, being exposed around her, even more so. Her actually looking at me, checking me out… staring openly at the nipple she’d pulled and suckled on, along with its sister… had me thinking very naughty thoughts indeed.
“This is wonderful, Cathy,” I murmured, luxuriating in the warmth and in the floral scent and above all in her gaze. My legs were spread just a bit and both my hands were in my lap. Without realizing it I’d started toying with my clit as I looked at her. “While I’m thinking about it, what soap do you normally use? You always smell so good.”
She smiled and pointed at a pink bar resting on a shelf. “After we rinse this off you can use it if you want.” As she pointed, her breast lifted up and the bubbles fell away, exposing her other nipple to my happy gaze.
“That sounds perfect, thanks. I’d love to smell like you.” As I said it I realized my words could be taken two ways, but the truth was I’d love to have the smell of her pussy on me, too. I imagined it smelled like cherries and sweet wine.
Cathy looked thoughtful and seemed to be pondering her words. After a short while she said, “I’m glad I didn’t, um. Upset you. I was too forward last night. You’re just so pretty though, and the wine…”
I’d found a good rhythm and was gently rubbing the sides of my clit’s hood as I looked at her. “You didn’t upset me at all. I liked it. Everything that happened. Wine or no wine.” I paused for a moment then continued, “Although… there was one thing that bothered me a little.”
She looked alarmed. “What? Um, what did I, was it when I…”
I cut her off. “When you put your mouth on my nipple it felt amazing. But I wanted to do the same to you and didn’t get a chance.”
She blushed. “They’re not as, yours are so much nicer. Mine, you can barely even…”
“I think yours are wonderful.” I leaned forward and scootched towards her as I spoke. “They’re lovely and crinkly and very, very sexy.” I was right in front of her now, looking down at her breasts, and her nipples were hard and puckered and mouthwatering. I reached out and gently lifted her breast out of the water then leaned in. “May I?”
“Um. Yes, you. Please.”
I took her nipple in my mouth and gently suckled on it, running my tongue over it, savoring the contrasts between the hard little nipple in my mouth and the soft breast in my hand. Cathy was breathing raggedly and I could feel her heart pounding beneath my hand.
I took my time, enjoying everything. She was so fucking beautiful, and her nipple was in my mouth, and I was incredibly turned on. I bit the nipple gently and pulled on it, before sucking hard and pulling a lot of her breast into my mouth. I didn’t want to give her a hickey… well, I kinda wanted to, but chose not to, so I released the suction quickly. Her hands were in my hair and she was holding me to her breast, and I flicked the nipple with my tongue, licking all around the puckered flesh.
Eventually I pulled back slowly, then bent in again and kissed the nipple. I looked up at her and smiled, and she was flushed and smiling back at me.
“That’s what I wanted to do last night. Thanks,” I said.
She was bright red and struggling with words. She was adorable when she got flustered. “I’m glad you, um, you. That you wanted. Um. I did too. I’ve never, but I did, and you. It was, thanks.”
I reached out and placed a finger on her lips, gently shushing her. “I should be honest though. That’s not the only thing I wanted to do to you. You’re so beautiful, and I’m very naughty.” I turned the gesture into a caress and ran my finger around her lips as she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure.
She opened her eyes wide and blushed even more. “What did you, um. How naughty?”
“VERY naughty. I wanted to hold you down and spread you open and lick you. Just like you told me you like. Just like we both enjoy. Isn’t that terrible of me? I hope you can forgive me.” My finger kept circling her lips, and she spread them and shivered.
“Oh. Ohhh. That’s very. Oh. I don’t know…” She looked uncertain but also incredibly hot, and I leaned in and kissed her.
Her lips were incredibly soft, like rose petals anointed by dew. She froze for a few seconds then kissed me back, hesitantly at first then with rising passion.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as we kissed, pressing my body against hers. Eventually I put a hand in her hair and moved my mouth to her jaw, then her neck, her sublime swanlike neck.
She held me close and as I kissed her neck she said, “I’ve never. Not with a woman. I don’t, um. You’re beautiful but I don’t know if I’d ever want to, um, touch. You. Women, in general, not you. I mean, you, but also just women. Not just you. You’re lovely, really lovely. But I was raised in a strict, we were very religious, and I always, I never. Not that there’s anything wrong with, um. But I just don’t know if I could.”
“It’s ok,” I whispered. “You don’t need to do anything to me. But let me love you. You’re so beautiful, I want to kiss you everywhere.”
I reached over and pulled the plug, letting the water start to recede. I turned the tap back on then returned to her and kissed along her collarbone before descending to her breast again. I kissed her nipple gently then looked up and said, “Let’s rinse off.”
She didn’t protest and let me splash water over her, rinsing away the bubbles, kissing each cleaned body part as I also rinsed myself. Soon we were clean enough, and I stood slowly and took her hand. Pulling her up, I grabbed a towel and gently dried her, lifting one arm then the other, interspersing my drying with yet more kisses. I was soft and gentle and loving and nonthreatening, and she shivered but let me do it.
I patted myself dry quickly then pulled her with me to their bedroom. She didn’t say a word and I led her, pulling softly on her hand until she reached the bed. I leaned in and kissed her again on the lips then gently pushed her shoulders down until she sat on the bed.
I sat down next to her and took her hand again. Looking into her eyes, I said, “Cathy, you are so fucking beautiful. I want to do this to you but I need to know that it’s ok. I don’t ever want to do anything you don’t want me to do. If you don’t feel comfortable, that’s ok and I’ll stop. I love you and I want you to be happy and relaxed and to feel good. If you do want this, I need to hear it. I need you to say yes if you want this.”
She paused and looked down, then back up. Her eyes were dark and intense as she said, simply, “Yes.”
I pushed her gently backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of her, lavishing her with careful kisses. As my lips explored her neck and ear, my hands caressed her breasts, pulling on her nipples, pinching softly then releasing and stroking.
I kissed my way down her chest and once again took her nipple in my mouth, and my hand found her labia, which I ran my fingers up and down. She was wet. Very wet.
I kissed down her flat belly and stopped above her vulva, my breath hot on her clit. I slowly pulled on her knees, spreading her legs wider and wider, opening her labia like a flower to my gaze.
“Perfection,” I whispered, and kissed her clit, pressing down on her thighs, pinning and spreading her as I’d promised, as I desired. She bucked underneath me like a startled colt before settling down again. I kissed her clit again, so softly, lingering with my tongue on the bud, licking ever so gently. My hands, and my weight, rested on her thighs, pressing her down, affording the illusion that she couldn’t move, while she was spread open and exposed and vulnerable, as I lovingly and slowly kissed her, licked her, worshipped her.
We stayed like that for a long time, me exploring her clit, its hood, her labia minora, even her vaginal introitus with my tongue and lips. I watched and listened and felt her, seeking to learn what she enjoyed most, repeating those things until her hands were in my hair and she was pulling me forcefully down, pressing my mouth against her.
She loved when I kissed and licked the sides of her clitoral hood. She didn’t seem to much like direct contact on her clit. She enjoyed my mouth on her labia minora and even my tongue in her vagina, but only gently. Licking up and down made her squirm happily, as long as I didn’t overstimulate her clit. When I tried inserting a finger she tensed up and I stopped immediately.
She was, incidentally, every bit as delicious as I thought and hoped. More like tart green apples and honey than cherries and wine, but I was happy to have been mistaken.
I was slow, careful, loving, and above all worshipful. I wanted her to feel good, to know how much I loved her, desired her body, reveled in the feel and taste and scent and sight and sound of her. I was in no hurry and had no expectations; the act was enough in itself.
Maybe it was that patient adoration that finally broke through, but she started gasping and twitching and pulling my face down onto her as she whispered, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Yes was all I gave her, and every act was yes and yes and yes again, until her thighs clamped around my ears and with a guttural moan she was flooding my mouth with sweet nectar.
I waited until the shaking stopped and her thighs relaxed and it was safe to breathe again, and I kissed her clit and whispered, “I love you.” Then I slid up, and pressed my face, sticky with her juices, against hers, and shared her sweet taste with her. She kissed me back, happily, lovingly, and we lay nestled in each other’s arms.
She lay her head on my breast and I stroked her hair and held her until she twisted and looked up at me. “I don’t, um. Like I said. I’m not really comfortable with women, with, um. Touching them. Um. Sexually. But I want you to also. To feel. Um. To be.” God, I loved it when she was tongue-tied. It seemed to happen to her a lot around me.
“It’s ok, Cathy. You don’t need to do anything to me. Not every woman who enjoys… being treated that way, wants to do the same, and that’s fine.” I smiled at her reassuringly.
“But isn’t there something…” she paused uncertainly. “I just want you to feel, um. That was amazing. You should feel amazing, too. You’re amazing.”
I looked around and gathered my thoughts. My eyes rested on the dresser and I had a wicked thought.
“Cathy… would it be ok… would you mind, if I fucked myself? While you hold me?” My hand went down to my clit and started rubbing it as I looked at her.
“Oh! That’s, of course. You should definitely, I’d love to.” She sat up and moved back, gently pushing me as she readjusted positions. She wrapped her arms around me, and her hands went to my breasts, where they started to pull gently on my nipples, left right left right, like she was milking a cow. It felt amazing.
“So… I have a confession. I hope you’re not upset.” I wasn’t sure how to proceed and felt nervous, but her hands kept squeezing and pulling, left right left right, and her arms were warm around me, and her breasts pressed into my back.
Cathy leaned in and whispered in my ear, “It’s ok, whatever it is.”
Encouraged, I pressed on. “So… when you’ve been at work… I fucked myself. I fucked myself with your dildo. Again and again and again. I’m sorry. I know that’s an intrusion, but it felt so good and it’s so much better than mine and I just… kept doing it.” This was it. How would she react?
Her breath caught and her hands stopped. I could feel her heart pounding against my back. Seconds ticked away, each feeling like hours.
Finally she whispered, “That’s… what’s mine is yours, Jen. If you like it that much, you should use it.”
“Oh thank God,” I mumbled, all the tension leaving me. “I was worried.”
“No, it’s, that’s, um. Honestly that’s really hot. More than. Did you want to, um. Use it now?” Her hands were milking me again and her breath was warm on my neck and I practically bounced out of bed.
“Yes please, let me just grab it,” I said, racing to the drawer where I quickly pulled the green monster out. Brian’s cock. Fuck. Cathy was going to let me, was going to watch me. Fuuuuuck.
I climbed back into bed and lay back in her arms, and her hands returned to my nipples, pinching and pulling, left right left right left right.
I’d been soaking wet for quite a while and didn’t need any warmup. I took the green dildo in one hand, and the other hand rested on Cathy’s arm, and I slid the clone of Brian’s cock slowly into my pussy, letting out a sigh of relief mixed with a moan of pleasure. Fuck, it felt so good.
“That’s. Wow. You just. All of it, like that?”
I grinned. “Yes, I do, like that. All of it. It feels so good inside me.”
It was a surreal experience, lying in Cathy’s arms as she milked my breasts, letting her watch as I fucked myself with a copy of my brother’s, her fiancé’s, cock. And I knew it was his, and she knew it was his, but she didn’t know that I knew, and she let me anyhow, and it was all just amazingly hot.
She rested her chin on my shoulder and watched as I fucked myself. I wasn’t slow and gentle once I got going. Instead, honestly I was showing off a little, and I fucked myself good and hard. I loved that she was watching, was holding me, was milking me. I reamed myself with that enormous dildo, hard and fast, again and again until I was panting and gasping, and all the time she watched and milked me. Left, right, left, right.
“Fuck that cock, Jen.” Her words in my ear startled me and drove me wild with desire. “It’s so big, filling you up. Let it fuck you. Let it stretch you. You’re so wet. So pretty. So sexy. Fuck it, Jen. Fuck it as hard as you can.” Her encouragement, her approval, pushed me over the edge, and I spasmed and shook and the waves of my orgasm washed over me again and again and again and again until I collapsed into her arms.
(Part 5 is coming soon, which will conclude this story.)
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