Chapter 15: Truth or Dare Part 1

Hello, everybody. I’m glad so many of you are still with me. However, we are almost caught up to the present day, and when we, I, as well as you, will have to wait to see what happens to me next. I have two more tales to tell you before I put down my pen and paper (so to speak).

If you remember, my last tale ended with my father doing what he was supposed to have done on my eighteenth birthday and ‘introducing me to sex with a dominant partner’. It was possibly the most emotionally powerful thing that I’ve ever experienced. After receiving a ‘parting gift’ from my mother, I made my way home. I wished my husband would be there, but alas, he and my daughter were still in Germany. They would soon be moving to Amsterdam, where he would pitch his business to another major banking chain. An account that, if we got it, would secure Muggleton Consultancy’s immediate future.

I take up my tale the morning after making love to my father.

I arrived home to find everyone except my son, Tommy, was gone. A little deflated because I really wanted to share my experience with everyone, I walked inside. Tommy took me into his strong arms and hugged me tightly. I relaxed against my son’s powerful chest and sighed. “Where did everyone go?” I asked.

“I asked everyone to give us some space,” Tommy explained. “I wanted to check in with you and ensure everything is good in your world.”

And suddenly, I was teary. “Everything is mostly okay,” I sniffled, showing that everything really wasn’t.

“Mostly?” Tommy asked as he picked me up and carried me to my room.

“Well, after I’d first seen Edgar damned Fontaine and you and I made love that same day, I began my journey into becoming a world-class slut Mommie. In the beginning, it was really exciting because I was sneaking around behind your father’s back, doing the kinds of things that he’d done to me for years. Plus, I was experiencing new things all the time. But after our plan to seduce Frank the wiener dick away from his house so you and Freddy could wipe my photos from his computer and cloud account went to poo, and the cops had to shoot Frank, your father found out some of what I’d been doing.

“Tommy, I thought my marriage was over, you know? Plus, I thought that even if it survived, I’d be back on a short leash again, limited to only making love with my husband. Then, your father tosses all that up in the air by telling me he loves that I’ve become a ‘hot wife’, or maybe more accurately, a ‘slut wife’. Now I’m having even more adventures than before, and I have no regrets, but it’s not as much fun as it was when it felt like I was punishing your dad for all those years he screwed around on me.”

Tommy lay me on my bed and quickly stripped my clothing off me. He stripped off, too, and joined me on the bed.

“Would you like to stop, Mom?” Tommy asked. “I could call Dad, and we can take away our permission for you to play with others. I’m not sure how that would affect you and me, or Krissy and Dad, though. Would we and they have to stop playing with each other, too?”

“I’m not sure I can stop, Tommy,” I admitted as I slid down the bed to take my son’s already rigidly stiff erection in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around Tommy’s long shaft and danced my tongue over its head, stabbing repeatedly into Tommy’s cock’s eye. Feeling my son’s big balls tightening against his shaft, I quickly slid my hand down and engulfed his entire cock. When my nose hit his hairy abdomen, I locked my lips around his shaft and sucked voraciously.

“Faaarrrkkk, Mom!!!!” Tommy hissed as his prostate cramped, and he filled my mouth with salty man goo.

Knowing Tommy’s cock was quite sensitive immediately after he’d blown, I reluctantly let him out of my mouth and moved up to face him. Tommy kissed my sticky lips and pressed his forehead to mine.

“I’m not sure what you want, Mom?” He said. “How can I make you feel better?”

“I don’t know, either,” I replied as I thought about why I was feeling like I did. “I think it’s because you and your father don’t seem to be controlling my sluttish behaviour but are almost encouraging it. Is it because your father wants to continue fucking everything that moves like he did before that night Frank got shot? Is that it? If he lets me fuck around, then he can, too?”

“Dad and I have talked about this a lot, Mom,” Tommy assured me. “Dad has promised the only one he’ll have sex with while he’s away with Krissy is Krissy. He looked me in the eye and swore he would ‘keep it in his pants’. Well, that’s what he said. I think he feels guilty about all the women he’s banged behind your back and doesn’t think he has the right to tell you “no”.”

“So, if I fuck enough men outside our marriage, then his sins are forgiven because we’re even?
Tommy, if that’s why he’s encouraging me to be ‘less in control’, then this stops immediately. I never minded that he fucked others because I was brought up to know that it was the price I paid to remain married to a rich, successful, sexually dominant man. Despite his many affairs, I never doubted your father’s love for me and that I was always first in his affections. I will admit that hearing he allowed Amanda to introduce him as her husband when they were overseas was distressing, but that’s water under the bridge now.”

Tommy held me as I sobbed quietly, and he contemplated what his father had told him. Eventually, he replied, “I don’t think Dad is a cuckold, i.e. I doubt he’d react well to you bringing a man home and forcing him to watch you fuck him. However, I think Dad’s realised he’s quite the voyeur and loves fucking in a group with you. Therefore, he’s encouraging you to expand your sexual horizons, knowing he’ll get to share a lot of those horizons with you. Besides, Mom,” he added. “You know there’s a whole genre of homemade porn out there dealing with hot or slut wives, and I think Dad’s right into it.”

That, kind of, made sense, so I snuggled closer to my son and wrapped my hand around his still swollen but mostly deflated todger. I tipped my head back and turned my face up, hoping for a kiss. Tommy obliged briefly before sliding lower and suckling my puffy nipples. My nipples have always been one of my most prominent features. Even when I wear a bra, my nipples tend to tent my tops. I know that a lot of women don’t like how their nipples protrude because everyone stares at them. However, I love the attention, so having my nipples on display excites me rather than embarrasses me.

After nursing my nipples for a while, Tommy slid lower and used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips, exposing my thick clit. Then, looking delightedly up at me, Tommy ran his tongue from before my sweltering entrance, over my vulva, along my slit, and onto my clit. Taking that delightful nubbin in his teeth, Tommy gently bit and pulled back as he slashed his tongue across it. With my clitoral hood pulled back, stretching the skin around my clit, and his light bite, combined with his slashing tongue, my orgasm smashed into me almost immediately. Gasping for breath as my world began turning grey, my thighs slammed together onto my son’s leonine head.

“Ohh, Gawd, Tommy!” I panted as I arched off the bed, trying to force my entire pussy into his mouth. I was still panting when Tommy covered my deliciously shapely body with his, and his throbbingly erect cock slid inside me. “Fill me,” I demanded as I slammed my hips up to meet his possessing cock.

Tommy’s head threw back, and his jaw and neck muscles locked into a rictus as he groaned before spurting his thick baby-making seed into me. Just briefly, I imagined being fertile and that my son was making his mother pregnant. My screams rose to meet my son’s grunts as we both climaxed ecstatically.

Tommy rolled off me onto his back, and I rolled so I could lie across his chest, just as I typically did with his father. I dozed as I smilingly listened to my son’s snores emanating from deep within his chest. I lay on Tommy’s chest, listening to his heartbeat until my typical problem raised its ugly head. Then, sliding carefully and silently off the bed, I relieved myself and showered. Being Sunday, I didn’t bother with doing my makeup, not that I needed much anyway. All I did was pull on a mid-thigh denim skirt and a stretch-cotton midi tank top that exposed my belly button ring. I changed out the simple stud I had in there for a sunburst one with a large blue sapphire centre.

Tommy still slept as I quietly left the room and went to the kitchen. Patty and my girls, Jennifer and Charmaine, were already making a chicken salad for our girls’ lunch, and Gina had a steak on the grill for Tommy’s. I welcomed them all home with hugs, kisses, and casual bottom gropes. As Gina and I exchanged a soft kiss, I confirmed we were still on for tomorrow. I’d promised her a day together to do some mother/daughter-in-law bonding that I was sure wasn’t in any family counselling help book!

When I hugged Patty, she informed me that our girl gang, along with their husbands, would be over for dinner. Patty had gotten plenty of steaks for one of the men to ‘burn’ on the big outdoor BBQ. I already had plenty of premix salads in the fridge and would bake some potatoes to fill the meal out. Patty, Charmaine, and Jennifer were making enough salad for dinner tonight. It was a simple task to take a prebagged salad mix out, tip it into a bowl and then add some extras like olives, capsicum, mushrooms and tomatoes to expand the basic lettuce salad premix I’d bought.

As I’ve observed earlier, early spring is a gorgeous time of year in Brisbane. So, when Allie and Paul, Maggie and Chris, Courtney and Ewan turned up, they all swiftly divested themselves of their outer clothing and jumped into my pool. It helped that the pool water had been solar-heated all day, but even without that, it was warm enough to swim. Kath and Mike weren’t there yet because Kath had to complete the pregame recordings for Foxtel Sports, but they’d be there about the time dinner was ready.

To my surprise, Courtney swam across to sit with me when I swam to the shallow end and sat on the steps. Even more surprisingly, she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder. I awkwardly turned my head and kissed the top of her head, “What’s up your flabby ass, babe?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Courtney grinned. “That’s the problem!” She laughed to indicate it was a joke before kissing my neck. “Ewan has to leave early because he has to drive to Bundaberg to relieve the manager there. She’s off on maternity leave starting next week, which will give Ewan a week to settle into the store. I told him I was going to stay over tonight and maybe stay here for a few days if that’s okay?”

“You guys moving to Bundaberg?” I queried.

“No,” Courtney replied. “It’s just that Bundaberg isn’t big enough to have an assistant manager where Ewan’s Carindale store does. So his assistant will take over Carindale while Ewan looks after Bundaberg.”

“You can work from anywhere where the internet connection is fast enough, can’t you, babe?” I asked. “Why aren’t you going with him?”

“Because Bundaberg is so boring!” Courtney groused. “Do you remember when we did the same thing about three years ago? I was so damned bored for those three months that I thought I’d go insane. In fact, I was so bored that I tried to take up golf so I could go with Ewan on Saturdays.”

“I hear you, babe,” I told her. “John tried to teach me, too. What a disaster that was!”

“Kate, you’re many things,” Courtney giggled. “Beautiful, funny, thoughtful, and intelligent, but sporty, you are not!”

“Hey!” I pretended to complain. “Unlike some men, I can at least walk, breathe and chew gum without choking or falling on my face!”

Courtney pulled her head a little away so she could look at me, and without thinking, I moved forward and kissed her softly on her lips. Courtney’s eyes closed, and she sighed happily. “May I sleep with you again tonight, Kate? Please say yes.”

Smiling at my friend, I said, “Of course, gorgeous. We don’t have to do anything except cuddle like we did last time, okay?”

“Sure,” Courtney replied. “But if I wanted to do a bit more than cuddle?”

“That would be up to you,” I soothed. “I won’t pressure you into anything, but neither will I rebuff you if you want to explore.”

“Good,” Courtney almost purred as she watched her husband swimming across to her with a smile on her face.

Deciding to tease my friends, I waited until Ewan was close before plastering my sexily curved body to his. As I’d expected, Ewan blushed bright red, and his medium-sized but impressively girthed cock expanded against the tiny bikini I had on to cover the ‘landing strip’ I was growing above my thick clit. Pretending not to notice his swelling erection, I ground my beautifully firm, 16 Double D breasts against his chest and kissed his surprised mouth. “Going away for a few months, I hear?” I said after releasing him.

“Uh-uh-uh, umm, yeah,” Ewan spluttered as he sank as low as he could in the water to hide his erection.

“Don’t worry,” I archly told him, raising my eyebrow. “I promise to look after your wife and not to do anything with her that you wouldn’t.”

Courtney and Ewan caught my blatant double-entendre, and they both blushed before Ewan stammered, “Ah-ah, umm, tha-thanks, Kate.”

We held cooking the steaks off for as long as we could, waiting for Kath and Mike to arrive, but by eight O’clock, we were all starving, so Tommy, with Paul, Chris and Ewan supervising, fired up the grill and began searing the meat. They’d only just filled the grill tray up when Phil, Siobhan, and Caoimhe arrived. I hadn’t seen any of them since the night at The Chateaux, so I unselfconsciously got out of the pool and walked over to say hello.

Of course, being mostly naked in the semi-dark of the pool is one thing, and strutting almost bare-assed naked into the glare of halogen lights is another. All the men’s eyes were riveted to my full, sexily bouncing breasts as I walked over to hug each of them and say hello.

Copying what I’d done to Ewan, I pressed my lush body firmly against Phil and kissed him soundly. I repeated that with Siobhan but was a little more circumspect with Caoimhe. After kissing my best friend’s daughter, I turned to look challengingly at the men. “Like what you see?” I asked as my son grinned.

“Very much,” Chris answered smoothly. “But John will spank your sexy ass when he finds out you’ve been strutting basically nude in front of us.”

“Yeah, he will,” I replied. “But I like that so, win-win!”

Everyone laughed as I returned to the table to grab a wrap and give the illusion that I had some modesty. We’d only just sat down to eat when Mike and Kath arrived. As she typically did, Kath squealed when she saw me and raced around to jump into my lap and plant a full-on snog onto my luscious lips.

“Now, if only she loved me as much as she does her best friend,” Mike joked as he exchanged handshakes and hellos with the others.

Kath stood for long enough to strip her dress off, revealing a skimpy bikini that barely covered anything, let alone her modesty and then sat back in my lap. We exchanged another soft kiss before she jumped up to grab a plate for her and Mike and put together their dinner.

The women had all put wraps on as they got out of the pool, and most of the guys wore boardie shorts. The only exception was Mike, who wore a pair of DTs (Speedos) almost as revealing as his wife’s bikini. His thick cock, with a hint of impending arousal, stretched his Speedos’ front out lewdly. I smiled as I saw every woman there surreptitiously check out Mike’s package. I’m sure that none of the guys, especially Mike himself, even noticed we’d ogled Mike’s impressive cock, but all of us girls exchanged knowing grins as our pussies throbbed, thinking of having that luscious treat inside us.

Guys, trust me on this: We girls love to ogle and fantasise just as much as you do. However, we do it subtly with quick glances, sideways looks, or when we know you’re not looking in our direction. If your girl is suddenly all over you when you’re out somewhere, it’s almost guaranteed that she’s seen some hunk she briefly dreamed of bedding. That is not to say she would do so, even if you said it was okay. But as Zsa Zsa Gabor said, ‘It doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, as long as you eat at home’.

Dinner was eaten with the usual teasing, banter, insults and sexual innuendo. After we’d cleaned up, the weather turned a little chilly, so we shut the doors and windows and gathered in the lounge. Drinks flowed as the laughter and insults continued. Each married pair had assigned a driver, so the jokes and teasing from those of us drinking probably weren’t as funny as we thought they were. However, everybody enjoyed themselves. Paul and Allie were the first to leave, and Chris and Maggie quickly followed. Around ten p.m., Ewan said he needed to be up early the following morning to drive to Bundaberg, and after kissing Courtney, he left.

I had Caoimhe sitting on my lap, Kath pressed to one side, and Courtney to the other. Mike had pushed up against Kath. Patty and Charmaine shared one of my oversized sofa chairs. Tommy and Gina shared another while Phil and Siobhan shared the loveseat. Siobhan’s pregnancy had begun showing, so she had temporarily given up hosting bachelor and bachelorette parties and the monthly gig at The Chateaux. I hadn’t known, but Siobhan had a day job at one of the local factories making glass louvres. She still worked there and would until her pregnancy made it impossible.

I sat holding onto my best friend’s beautiful petite daughter, listening as Mike and Tommy took turns regaling us with jokes and fanciful retellings of some of their footy exploits. Kath had stopped drinking so she could drive home, and, of course, Siobhan hadn’t drunk anything.

As I sat, I felt a hand slip between my slightly parted thighs and start sliding up towards my pussy. At first, I assumed it was Kath because of what we had shared before, but I soon realised that she was ‘speaking with her hands’ as she regaled the room with a story about interviewing some sports star who had made a complete fool of himself on camera. Then I wondered if Caoimhe had slid her hand under her tiny but cute bottom to grope me, but then I remembered that I was holding her hands in mine. Disbelievingly, I turned to Courtney to see her smiling mischievously at me as her fingers probed beneath my tiny thong bikini and onto my thick clit.

To say that I was shocked was far below what I felt. However, I certainly didn’t want to upset my gorgeous friend by refusing what she was doing, so I slid a little lower in my seat to give her better access to my swiftly flooding entrance. Courtney’s fingers were unskilled, but she’s a woman, so she did to my pussy what she liked to do to her own. The whole naughtiness of being fingered sitting on the couch in front of everyone had me hotter than midday in Hades, and I had to bite my bottom lip to prevent from screaming my climax to the room. Courtney giggled as she pulled her fingers out of my sweltering vulva and put them in her mouth.

Not long after that, Phil and Siobhan announced they were going home. Mike, Kath and Caoimhe went with them. Tommy picked up Gina, who had fallen asleep against his wide shoulder and said he was going to bed. Patty asked Jennifer if she’d like to join her and Charmaine, and when she nodded, they went to bed. Courtney held my hand as we walked to my bedroom.

Once we were inside, I casually said, “So, Mrs McKenzie, what was with that?”

“With what?” Courtney innocently asked, batting her eyes.

“You know darned well what I mean,” I mock growled at her as I undid my wrap and let it fall to the ground. My bikini soon followed. Not letting Courtney think too much about it, I grabbed her hand and dragged her into the shower with me. Pouring some shampoo into my hand, I told Courtney to put her hair in the water. Once it was wet, I rubbed the shampoo into her hair and began massaging her scalp.

“Hmm,” Courtney hummed. “That feels so good.”

Smiling, I got my loofa and added soap to it. Being careful only to wash my friend, I still made sure I stroked it sensually across Courtney’s breasts and nipples and paid intimate attention to her hairy pussy. Eventually, I dropped the loofa and slid my fingers across her glistening slit. Courtney must have been hovering on the edge because she stiffened, shuddered and then climaxed on my probing fingers. “Enough for now,” I whispered, supporting my friend until her legs stopped trembling. “Let’s towel off and blow-dry our hair before going to bed.”

“Sounds good to me,” Courtney said huskily before kissing my mouth lightly.

When we were dry, I offered Courtney the nightie she’d slept in the last time she was over, but she asked if we could sleep in the nude together, so shrugging, I slid into the left side of the bed where I’d usually sleep. Courtney got in beside me, lying on her back with her head on the pillow. She giggled and said, “I normally sleep on the left, too. It feels kind of weird being on this side.”

“We can swap if you want?” I offered.

“No,” Courtney refused. “I think weird is the right feeling for tonight. You know, Kate? I have never been naked in a bed with anyone other than Ewan before. You’re the only one other than my husband that I’ve slept in a bed with since before my teenage years.”

“That was true for me, too, babe,” I assured her. “Before I saw the hypnotherapist, I was almost as uptight about sex as you.”

“Do you think he could help me?” Courtney asked.

“You might get more than you bargained for like I did, Courts,” I warned. “I mean, I’ve talked a little about my adventures since going to Edgar damned Fontaine to cure my nicotine addiction. But do you really want to run the risk of swapping a nicotine addiction for a sex one, as I have?”

“You think that you’re addicted to sex, babe?” Courtney asked.

“It’s as good as an excuse for my slutty behaviour as anything else,” I shrugged. “But I don’t really care. I love the adventures I’ve taken, well, except for the one with Frank the wiener dick and fuck head mates.” Then I blushed and admitted, “However, I knew there was a good chance I’d be raped that night, so I had put myself in the mindset that I would enjoy everything they wanted to do to me, so there were some aspects of that night that I actually enjoyed.”

“You mean you went with them willingly?” Courtney gasped.

“Fortunately, Courts,” I replied. “Nobody thought to ask what I was doing at the Bowen Hills train station to be kidnapped from it. But, yes, I went there willingly to give Tommy and Freddy time to hack Frank’s computer. So, there you go, babe. You have information that would get Jumbo II, Tiny, and Charlie off their sentences and me, Phil, Tommy, and Freddy in a lot of trouble.”

“You say Jumbo II, Kate?” Courtney asked curiously. “Does that mean you know a Jumbo I? Am I right in assuming Jumbo relates to the size of their cocks?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I’ve met them both. They’re both close to twelve inches long and so thick that when I held their cocks my fingers and thumbs didn’t touch.”

“And you’ve had them both in your pussy?” Courtney disbelievingly asked.

“Well, Jumbo II only got the tip of his cock in me before the cops busted down the door. But I had Jumbo in me so far that his cock’s tip was pressed against my cervix, and he still had at least four inches outside of me.”

“Jaysus, Kate!” Courtney exclaimed. “Where was John when this was happening?”

Courtney pretended to be shocked, but her nipples had tented the sheet covering them. Smiling to myself, I rolled and pressed my hot, wet slit against her thigh as I pushed my engorged, puffy nipples against her upper arm. “John?” I pretended to ask confusedly before dismissively saying, “Oh, he was fucking the beautiful, big-breasted, chubby Asian woman, Betty, from our local sex store on the stage beside me.”

“Beside you?” Courtney gaped. “Wait ... on the stage?” Courtney’s voice was almost a screech by the time she said ‘stage’.

“Yes,” I replied before rolling on my back, hoping Courtney would roll to lie against me as I had been with her. When she did, I described the scene from my last show at La Châteaux du Plaisir Tortueux (The Chateaux of Tortuous Pleasure). By the time I got to where I’d managed to fit Jumbo into my slippery but extremely tight pussy, Courtney was subconsciously grinding her pussy against my thigh and softly moaning.

I moved slightly so I could look into my friend’s eyes. Courtney looked hungrily back at me, her lips parted and tongue darting out to touch her top lip. I raised an eyebrow, and when she nodded, I tilted my head forward and kissed her softly. Gently covering Courtney’s right breast with my hand as I kneaded it softly, I broke the kiss and whispered, “Use your fingers and cum for me, baby.”

“Will you do it for me, please, Kate?” Courtney panted.

I was a little doubtful, but when I pushed Courtney onto her back and moved to press our breasts together, she moaned and spread her legs. I slid my fingers down her sexily curved tummy, across her hairy mound, and onto her clitoris. I circled that delicious nubbin momentarily before sliding my fingers along her slit and gently inserting my first two fingers into her slippery quim.

Courtney groaned as her hips lifted unawarely from the bed, trying to force my fingers deeper inside. Hearing her moan, I twisted my hand so I could reach her cum button with my thumb. Then, as Courtney panted, I closed my lips with hers again before sending my tongue out to touch her soft lips. Courtney groaned deep down within her chest as my tongue touched her lips, and her arousal coated my thrusting fingers. Courtney moaned again as her lips parted and allowed my probing tongue to enter.

Suddenly, she broke our kiss, put her head on my shoulder and lifted her hips off the bed, “Oh, my darling Kate,” she moaned, “I’m going to ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Courtney’s sighed climax extended for quite some time before she shuddered and fell back against the bed.

“Good start,” I giggled as I ran my thumb in soft circles over her clit. “Want to try for another one?”

“What must I do?” Courtney asked as her hips subconsciously began to undulate against my thumb and fingers.

“Let me taste you,” I offered.

“Promise that you won’t get angry if I have to stop you?” Courtney demanded.

“I promise, baby,” I told her as I kissed her soft lips again.

Ensuring I continued stimulating my friend’s love button and G-spot, I kissed my way down Courtney’s pliant body before blowing softly on her engorged clitoris.

“Oh, Gawd, Kate!” Courtney groaned as my lips encircled her cum switch, and I sucked it between my luscious lips. “That feels so good,” she panted as I lashed my tongue over her clit repeatedly.

Turning my hand over, I pulled my fingers far enough out of my friend’s dripping pussy to let me slide my middle finger along her taint and onto her rosebud. I dipped my fingers back into her a few times before I was satisfied her tiny dark star was wet enough for what I wanted to do next. Happy that her bottom was ready, I dipped my thumb into Courtney’s drooling vulva to wet it before slowly forcing it through her ring and into her warm colon. Simultaneously, I shoved my first two fingers into Courtney’s pussy. Next, I squeezed my thumb and fingers together before pulling down as I ‘pulse-sucked’ Courtney’s cum switch.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” Courtney gasped as her thighs banged shut against my ears again. She arched her body up off the bed as my tongue lashed her clit. I felt my friend shudder as a second and third orgasm ripped through her, but if she sighed loudly again, I didn’t hear her.

Eventually, Courtney came down from her orgasm high and collapsed back onto the bed. She giggled as I kissed my way back up her body, pausing to nip her breast nubs before presenting my lips to be kissed. I was a bit worried about how Courtney would react to me kissing her with her essences smeared all over my face. Courtney didn’t hesitate, though. When my head was close enough, Courtney cupped the back of it and pulled me until our breasts pressed together and our lips met. She kissed me passionately before lying back and smiling.

“That was so good, Kate! OMG! If I’d known how delicious receiving love from a woman was, I’d have tried it years ago!” She giggled before yawning wide enough to crack her jaw. “Sleepy now,” she mumbled as her eyes closed, and she began softly snoring.

I was pretty horny, so I rolled onto my back and used my fingers to get myself off before joining my friend in sleep.

An unknown time later, I hummed, “Hmmmmm,” as a warm, soft tongue slid along my slit and delved into my swiftly flooding pussy. “Oh, baby,” I added as I cupped the back of the head and pressed it harder against my entrance. “That feels so good!” I forced my eyes open, and in the partial light of dawn peeping through my blinds, I saw Courtney peering sexily up at me as she tongued my dripping vulva. Blown away by my friend’s willingness to eat me, I groaned again and climaxed on her probing tongue.