Chapter 2

She left early the next morning after a bit of breakfast, some kisses and her going down on me for about fifteen minutes. Nan was still traveling so I buckled down to getting some serious. much needed work done around the store.

Two evenings later I relaxed, for once all by myself. I had worked late, trying to catch up on my metal sculpting in particular, something I had neglected for far too long. Not that women are a distraction for me mind you, they’re my inspiration. However after a while you need to stop being inspired and actually put that inspiration into practice. So I had worked hard and now I was freshly showered and stretched out on my bed with my head propped up on a huge pillow. I had a glass of wine in my hand and sipped it.

I wiggled on the bed, yawned a bit and put my other hand on the nightstand to search for the remote control for the sound system. My questing fingers didn’t find the plastic box but they did run across something long and curved sharply at one end and nice rounded at both tips. Hmmmmm. I hadn’t remembered leaving my new toy here after fucking Jessica but obviously I had.

Moved by a whim, I picked it up and brought it over to my nose and sniffed. Heavenly. The scent of Jessica’s arousal brought back the memory of the flood of nectar that had accompanied her orgasm. Closing my eyes I surprised myself by suddenly licking the bulbous head of the dildo.

Well, why not? After all, I had tasted Jessica’s pussy, twice now. Nan had set me up I granted, maneuvering me into a situation where I would rediscover the joys of licking pussy, but my sneaky little flute player’s stratagem had worked. Jessica was as delicious to the taste as she was to the eyes and ears. And she still was even though she was no longer here.

I ran my tongue over the tip, then down the length of the shaft. Closer to the part that fit up inside of me I could detect another taste, that of my own wetness that night as well as the mingling of both of our juices. I turned the strapon and licked back up.

It only seemed natural to slide the shaped head into my mouth. After all, dozens of femmes had sucked strapon for me. And with that though my mouth close, almost as though it had a mind of its own and began to do just that.

The more I stripped the flexible but firm shaft of its coating the more excited I got. I hurriedly set my wineglass down and cupped my breast. My thumb brushed rapidly over my nipple, already stiff with excitement.

Good God I was becoming a pervert in my old age! Butches don’t suck on strapons. They use them; they fuck deliciously curved full bodies young women, or elegantly dressed middle-aged women or the occasional soccer mom. They don’t… damn this was fun. The cool slickness of the formed latex slid back and forth in my lips. I couldn’t take it very deeply and I wondered how in the world the women who had deep throated it before could. If I pushed too far I gagged.

Never mind, this was just for experiment I told myself even as I plucked at my nipple, tightened my lips on the strapon and sucked on it. The action really didn’t do anything for my physically but mentally it was extremely arousing. I plucked the cock from my lips and looked at it, shinning even more now than it was before. As I looked, a drop of my saliva fell on my other so-far untouched nipple. I shivered.

I ran the wet tip over my breast, swirling it in larger circles until I had covered all of it. I pressed hard against my nipple, pushing it back into the firmness of my tit and then letting it pop free. the tip slid sideways between my breasts and I slowly drew it down my body, leaving a glistening trail on my dark skin.

Down I went, over my flat muscular belly and then my bare mound. I hesitated, moving the dildo in small circular motions just above the top of my pussy. I compromised, circling my labia rather than touching them and rubbing the tip against the inside of my thighs. But the heat was building between my legs and I realized that I didn’t want to resist the urge any more.

For just a moment I giggled. Part of it was the excitement, part of it was the idea that what I was about to do was something i had never thought of, but most of my laughter came from the old line “I’ll just put the head in” that more than one guy had tried on me back when I was contemplating an attempt to be straight. I was crazy in those days I suppose. I knew I was gay, I knew I was butch but I tried dating guys anyway. I let a couple get into my pants but only once each and didn’t think much of their efforts. Now I was going to get into my own and I was shaking in excitement at the idea.

I looked down. “You can put more than just the head in,” I whispered aloud and laughed once more. My legs were wide spread and I cold scent my own arousal and see traces of wetness on my shaven pussy. I touched myself with the tip, letting it explore the folds of my labia. Already wet from my mouth I knew the latex was getting even wetter from the juices already seeping from me. I parted my lips and positioned the head against my opening and pushed.

My eyes, wide open, locked on what was taking place between my legs. It was almost as if someone else’s hand was gripping the dildo, someone else was moving back and forth, working that strapon deeper and deeper inside me. I was sure that it HAD to be someone else who was panting and gasping for breath. Someone who’s other hand was strumming frantically at my nipple, closing on it and pinching it, tugging both it and my entire breast harder each time the girlcock sank into me.

I was lost now. Not that I had never been penetrated before, I had experimented with guys back in my youth but it had never felt anything like this. I could feel the tip touching me in places I barely knew I had. My scent was rising through the room as I grew hotter and hotter. I released my breast and dropped that hand down in order to get a two handed grip.

Now I was bouncing on the bed. I had hold of the curved portion of the strappie and was frantically pounding it into myself. I was muttering, moaning, crying out to myself. I was saying all the things I had said to femmes over the years, taunting myself with the desire I had to be fucked by a butch dyke. The dildo squelched louder than it had when I had taken Jessica. I bent the curved portion so that it rasped over my clit with each stroke.

Casting restraint to the winds I all but shrieked. “Fuck me you black dyke bitch.” Damn that sounded just as hot as when some woman yelled it at me. So I did just as I did when I was fucking someone other than myself. I doubled the speed and slammed the cock in and out, smashing the head against that soft special spot in me that hadn’t been touched in a very long time.

I closed my eyes and bucked and yelled some more as I orgasmed. Lightning shot through my body and I arched up on my shoulders and toes. Shuddering happily as the waves ebbed I let my body back down onto the bed. Still moving the dildo gently in me I opened my eyes.

“WOW!” giggled Nan. “You never cease to surprise me Serena. Who would have thought you were such a slut.”

“Oh my GOD. Nan!” I gasped, as suddenly embarrassed as a teenager caught masturbating by a strict parent. “What, what are you doing… I mean, I didn’t expect you until… oh God.” About that time I managed to focus my eyes, if not my brain and realizied two things. First, Nan was nude and second, her fingers were still busy on her body.

“You’ve been watching me.”

“I have and what a turn on.” She approached the bed. The fine hair of her pussy was matted and covered in droplets. “In fact I came just as you did, except not quite as noisily. My goodness baby that was awesome. You have no idea how much you turned me on.”

With that declaration Nan kissed me deeply, her hand caressing my breast. Without another word she swung herself on to the bed, kneeling between my splayed wide legs. She rose, fumbled with one hand and then sank down onto the exposed part of the cock. She leaned forward, kissed me again and braced her hands on either side of my shoulders.

I saw, and felt, her hips begin to move. The shaft inside me started moving again. My petite white flutist was going to fuck me, fuck her black muscular butch. All I could do was gasp a single word and she smiled down at me when I did.

Things never were going to be same. But just to try to keep some semblance of myself I wrapped my legs around her hips and tried to squeeze her in two. After all, a butch needs to keep SOME control of the situation. Doesn’t she?