Chapter 3

At 11, Margaret and I walked hand in hand into her bedroom. We undressed in front of each other, and she prepared for bed, putting on a nightgown. I was not offered anything. I quickly figured out that my role was to be nude while I was in her bedroom.

When we got into bed together, we started kissing and I thought I should take the lead since I was the substitute for her husband. As I said, I know my way around a pussy, and I spent my attention on her satisfaction. I remembered that my roomie loved it best when I was laying between her legs, sucking her clit and my arms were stretched out pinching her nipples. I tried that on Margaret and she responded. I kissed around her vulva, slowing working my way to the clit, teasing her and leaving her breathless in anticipation until the last moment when my lips encircled her bud. She climaxed several times, first under my tongue, and then under my fingers while I sucked her nipples (another trick I learned with my roomie), and finally with our pussies tribbing together. After her third orgasm, Margaret pushed me a way and said that is good and rolled over away from me. I asked if I was supposed to stay the night and she said yes, this was my place at night, nude in her bed.

My pussy was engorged, my body was flushed, but I had not climaxed, and Margaret hadn’t even touched me, apart from moving our pussies against each other while tribbing. Making love to Margaret was entirely different than my days as a LUG. With my college girlfriends, we were concerned about each other’s satisfaction and if one orgasmed then it was time for attention to shift to the other so each of us got off. But Margaret was interested only her own climax. She was not interested in stimulating me or paying attention to my needs. I was the sexual servant, not an equal.

So, I did what I usually did before falling asleep – I jilled in bed next to Margaret to get some relief. She knew I was jilling, and just lay next to me watching – which I found to be pretty embarrassing, but I needed the relief. Margaret spoke to encourage my masturbation, which only added to my disgrace.

“Yes, Jenna, rub it. You know you need to cum. You are such a slut – masturbating openly in my bed. I bet you had to do that at home after your husband fucked you. You are an addicted masturbatrix aren’t you, Jenna? Cum for me Jenna. Show me you how you bring yourself off.”

I wished Margaret would caress and kiss my nipples as I jilled, as my roomie had done so many times, but I was afraid to ask. So, I just concentrated on myself and Margaret’s encouragement. After a nice orgasm, followed by several smaller ones, I too was ready for sleep. Margaret kissed me goodnight and said - “That’s a good girl!” I put my arm around Margaret, and we spooned as we slept.

The next night in bed, Margaret fucked me with a strapon – but not for my pleasure but for hers. Her strapon touched her clit so that her movements stimulated her as well as me. She reached her climax and pulled out, leaving me panting and wet, without any immediate relief.

My college girlfriends and I had used vibrators on each other, but we never had tried a strapon. I found I liked it. The strapon had the advantage of giving me the fucking motion that I was used to with a man, and I loved it when Margaret held my hips and moved me back and forth on her cock. I also enjoyed laying under her, my legs over her back holding her tight while she entered me like a man. But, she never fucked me long enough for me to get off on her cock. I was there for her pleasure, not the other way around. She came and pulled out, and rolled over, without any concern for me – like the worst male lover you could imagine.