Chapter 2

I felt the bed shake again. Springs squeaked as someone I knew was Sandra knelt between my legs. She leaned over me, her long blonde hair falling over my face. She whispered in my ear, “I’ve waited a long time for this baby.” I could feel her hard nipples pressed against my back. And then I could feel something long and firm riding in my cleft. Her hand reached down between us and I felt the wetness of lubricant being dripped against my ass.

“Wait a minute,” I said in sudden realization and panic. “You can’t mean, not Sandra and me, not like that! A femme can’t fuck a butch. Its UNNATURAL!”

“Aw, don’t worry Rizzo,” Sally said encouragingly. “You’ll love it. Besides, you’re going to be busy yourself.”

“Huh?” I really hate it when I’m at a loss for words.

Sally moved to kneel in front of me. She reached down and lifted my chin. “Well, you’re going to be busy eating me. She pushed her hips forward. I did have to admit, she did look appetizing. Her hair was carefully trimmed into a bikini line, but after that she let her curls grow. They were already damp and I could inhale the aroma of an aroused woman.

In fact, I could inhale and pick up a LOT of arousal. Not just Sally, Sandra’s familiar tang wafted through the air. And, oh my, could it be? The cool dampness from the lubricant was warming, warming with my own increased wetness. Good God. I was getting turned on by this.

Sally adjusted her position so her pussy was right in front of my mouth. It was funny, I hadn’t eaten pussy in so long I was almost hesitant about it. What if I wasn’t any good at it anymore? And I did sort of wonder, why had I ever stopped. Sally’s was gorgeous and now MY mouth was watering.

Sandra’s voice came for her position behind me. “Get up on your knees Rizzo.”

Now that was going to far. “Shit no. You want to fuck me, you’ll have to work at it.”

I grinned as Sandra’s hand bounced off my ass. “Honey,” I said. “That’s all hard muscle there. You’re going to break your hand.”

“Absolutely,” said Sally. She reached over to the nightstand and picked something up. “Use this.”

“What the hell?” I asked before realizing the item was a large silver trimmed hairbrush. Shit. Sally really did plan well.

“Okay Sandra. Get the feel of it. Its all in the wrist action. Pop it sharply against each cheek.”

Whap. “Ouch!” This time it was me doing the complaining. Whap “Owww, damn.”

“Keep at her Sandra. By the way Riz, one day we’re going to see who’s tougher, your anal ring or my tongue. You have a hot ass,” she paused and laughed. “well, a real hot ass shortly, but I would like to tongue fuck it someday.”

Smack, smack, smack. Now the hairbrush was falling quickly on each of my ass cheeks in turn. I could feel them reddening, and damn it, I could feel myself getting wetter with each slap. I didn’t think I could ever admit it but I was turned on something fierce. I pulled my legs under me and knelt, my ass up in the air for Sandra.

I could hear rather than see the triumphant grin on Sandra’s face as she pressed the head of the latex cock between the gaping lips of my pussy. “You’re always telling me to take it like a woman, baby.” Her hips heaved forward and suddenly she was penetrating deep into me. “So take it!”

When I opened my mouth to yell my protest, Sally shoved her pussy right into it. In reflex action my mouth closed over her and my tongue stiffened as hard as the cock in me. I parted her slit and began to lick up and down as quickly as I could wiggle my tongue. It took no time at all for my rusty cunt-licking skills to come back and my lips and tongue had Sally moaning with pleasure and humping my face.

Meanwhile Sandra had settled into a rhythm. her hands grasped my hips and pulled back, rocking me onto her as her hips slapped the dildo into me. From the very first thrust she had gone all the way inside me. Because of the angle she couldn’t hit my G-spot, but all in all my major thought was, “Dayum, this feels great.” I screamed my pleasure into Sally’s pussy. I don’t know if any of it was understandable but she bucked against my face with every syllable.

By this time I had my face completely buried in Sally’s pussy and was ramming my tongue as far inside her as I could go. Farther, in fact, than I ever would have thought possible. She in turn was thrusting her hips forward and riding my tongue with as much fervor as Sandra was riding my pussy.

Sandra herself was going completely nuts. Her hips must have been blurring in motion to be driving the strapon as fast and as far into me as she was. She was leaning over me, grunting with her exertions and pounding on my back with her little fists.

“Cum, damn it Rizzo. Fucking butch, You are as good a piece of ass as you always told me I am.”

Damn, I loved her sweet talk. My knees flexed to meet each thrust. I had never experienced such an incredible rush. Every movement of Sandra forced my tongue deeper into Sally. Her trickle of juices had become a flood and I was drinking every drop. I snaked my tongue in and out of her, lapping and licking from the top of her slit to the base. My tongue followed her wetness to her asshole and danced all over it.

With a scream Sally grabbed my head and forced my whole face into her. She all but drowned me in woman cum and she spasmed. At that same moment my body tightened and then I was cumming like I hadn’t in years. Sandra’s nails dug into my hips as she reared upright and mashed the cock into both of us.

Our three orgasms came all together and they seemed to keep triggering follow-up ones in each other. By the time we all got done shaking and hollering and carrying on, Sally was snuggled on my right side and Sandra was cuddled on my left. We were one tangle of arms and legs and I couldn’t tell where one of us ended and another began. It was so comfortable and I was so worn from the incredible experience that I fell asleep nestled between them.

When I woke up the setting sun was pouring its rays through the window. I was untied and Sandra and I were cuddled into one big ball. I lifted my face from Sandra’s fragrant hair and glanced around. No Sally. She certainly seemed to be the Energizer Bunny of gay femmes. I hope her girlfriend was everything Sally had said. Otherwise she probably was going to have a heart attack one day trying to keep up with that non-stop sex machine.

My eye was caught by an envelope propped on the nightstand. Carefully moving to keep Sandra from waking up, I managed to snag it. It was unsealed and I pulled the letter out.

“Dear Rizzo. Nice to have seen you again. I really enjoyed meeting Sandra. If you let her keep practicing, she is going to be as good as you one day. Let her. Sometime when MaryAnn is out of town again we can all get together. Maybe the two of you would like to double-team me. Love, Sally.”

Holy shit. Unbidden, a picture popped into my mind of Sandra stretched out of the bed and Sally riding her strapon. I was behind her and pushed her flat against Sandra’s body, my own boi finding its way up Sally’s ass. I shivered. Damn, that woman could do things to me, HAD done things to me, I didn’t think anyone could.

I considered things. All in all it had been a helluva Tuesday. I hoped Sandra would wake up soon. I was getting horny and I needed to get fucked again. I was going to get on top though this time. After all, a butch has to maintain some self-respect.

(Thanks as always to Marian. I told you I’d write you a story with a sex scene in it. Well, one you would like anyway. Love You.)