8 comments/ 81637 views/ 68 favorites Futanari Birthday By: MyPenIsMighty Jess was not happy. It was her birthday, which wasn't specifically bad, as annual events go. She didn't begrudge time for dragging her into the future. However, it also represented the one-year anniversary of her relationship with not having sex. So she sat, stewing, as Nick brought out the cake with a dumb smile on his face. She glared at him. Everything seemed easy for him. He was a dude, and he could fuck who he wanted, how he wanted.. He would never go a year without sex. No dude ever would. Guys got to choose. "Hey!" He interrupted her anti-reverie. "Blow out the cake, and stop scowling so much. You're putting me off my appetite." She puffed up her cheeks, and went to blow out the candl-- "No no wait wait wait." Suddenly Nick's hand was on her mouth. "You gotta make a wish!" She licked him and he jerked away, feigning disgust as he cartoonishly wiped his hand off on his pant leg. "I knew that, you jerk. I was going to make a wish. Get your hand off my tongue!" Jess puffed up her cheeks, and blew out the candles. I wish I was a guy. Jess took a bite of her cake, and smiled. It was good. Like... really good. Wow! Quickly, she finished it off, and stood to return her plate to the sink. "Haha. Hey Jess, is that a banana in your tights or did you just like the cake?" Jess rolled her eyes at the inappropriately placed joke. Who directs boner jokes at girls? Assholes do. "It was a good cake, why? "Funny joke, but when did you even get the banana? Seriously, that's pretty impressive shit." She looked at him, and looked down. Snaking down the front of her tights was a suspiciously shaped bulge. For a moment she stared, and it shifted slightly, and a very gentle sensation of pressure crept up her body. "Holy shit! Holy fucking... holy shit what the fuck is it get it out get it...." She grabbed her tights and panties and pulled them down her legs. "Holy shit! Jess! Leave your pants o-- wait wait wait." Dangling between Jess' legs was a cock. They looked at it, then made eye contact. Nick's eye twitched. "Dude! You're a dude? You've been pretending to be a chick this whole time and... okay. No. I'm calm, it's okay. It's flattering, even. I mean, you're a t-- tra--- What do you call them?" Nick stared at her, and suddenly Jess realized she had her panties around her knees. Angrily, she hauled them back up, glaring at Nick. "I am not a dude, you asshole! You've known me for like a year, and I wear tights and shit all the time. I know you're not so dumb you'd miss a dick if I..." She paused, the ludicrousness of the situation rebounding on her brain. Her panties went back down and Nick covered his eyes. "Stop doing that." She stared hard at the member, then gently, touched it. It gave slightly under her finger, then began to harden under her touch. There was a very familiar sensation of penis-flesh that she remembered from... a while ago. A feeling like handjobs in the back of her Miatta, but suddenly there were other feelings, too. A movement around her waist she hadn't felt before. "Jess! Seriously, stop it!" She looked up, and Nick's eyebrows were raised as high as they'd go. "You know I'm a girl, right?" "I... I've never seen you naked. But you're right, that's not exactly something you can just tuck in the kind of clothes you wear. But, I mean... it's real, right?" "Look at it! It feels real. But it wasn't there before." "I mean... this is too unbelievable. It makes way more sense to just assume you're a--." Nick paused and shook his head. "No way. Now that I think about it, there's no way you could have pulled this off. But that's weird! Where did it even come from?" Jess sat there, her pants on her thighs, staring at the rigid cock in her lap. "Well, no offense, but I was feeling jealous of you. I might have wished I was a dude when I blew out the candle." "And, what, my cake grew you a dick?" "How the fuck should I know? It's there now, isn't it?" "And you weren't a dude before? I mean..." Jess shot a stare at Nick, then pulled up her shirt. A pair of breasts were crammed into a bra. "Well, you still have tits, at least. Nice tits." "I... thank you? I guess." Jess pulled her shirt back down and tugged her pants back up, marveling slightly as the tights tugged the cock's flesh. They stared at each other for a minute. "So.... what are you going to do?" "I mean... I guess I've always wanted to try it out." "You have?" "Yeah, you know. I mean, it's one thing to get fucked, but I've always wondered what it's felt like, to be digging into someone. To have her need it, to wrap around you and beg and moan. To just, fuckin'... cum in somebody." She stopped, her thinking face on. Then, she noticed that Nick's eyes hadn't left her breasts, and years of being a dirty girl allowed her to suss out an erection, even in baggy jeans. Nick was hard. She felt herself stir slightly. He was staring at her, his eyes trying to keep track of her aureola underneath her bra. Did he want her? He totally wanted her. "I guess I'll try it out....?" His eyes flicked from her face, to her breasts, then back to her face as he caught her meaning. "Woah. No, wait. Try it out on who? Because I don't take it like that." He protested, gesticulating wildly and backing away slightly. Jess grimaced. She'd never minded Nick, never thought of him like that, but suddenly his eyes were on her and she wanted there to be more. She felt her heart beating in her chest. She wanted him so bad. The dick jerked under her tights; she wanted him so bad she didn't even care who got fucked. She crawled out of her chair, onto his lap. Breathing into his hear she whispered "Fine then. I guess you'll have to give it to me." She tugged her top off and placed his suddenly limp hands on her back. Like a zombie pro, he twisted the clasps off her bra and discarded it. "Look at those tits, Nick. They're... ooh." His hands slid down her back, into her tights, and gripped her soft ass. He buried his face in her breasts, then dragged his tongue along her chest and began sucking fervently. It felt really really fucking good. She kissed the top of his head as he worked her tits enthusiastically, then began to stand up. His lips smacked as she pulled her breast away, and she stumbled back. She felt something sway in her pants; she was getting hard. Nick appraised her with hooded eyes. Great, firm breasts, curvy hips... cock. He began to sweat slightly. He was profoundly uncomfortable with male intimacy and gay guys made him feel weird. Crowded thoughts began swirling around his head as he eyed the dick, the serial concerns of someone deeply troubled by sexual identity whispering vicious, cruel things. Jess wanted him, and that meant "go for it", but those niggling fears-- Jess turned around. --were gone. Jess's ass was terrific, round and soft, and suddenly there was no arguing. He had to go for it. He lurched out of his chair and seized her hips, running his hands up her ribs to her breasts while he bit her neck gently from behind. Jess groaned as his rod pressed between her butt cheeks. She shimmied slightly, wiggling as best as she could out of her tights. Finally, she felt warm contact on her skin and sighed. He released his contact as she leaned forward over the table and spread her tight cheeks apart slightly, biting her lip, eyes closed. She pressed her ass backwards, feeling the head pressed against her asshole. Nick was moving in little jumps, eager to press in but afraid to hurt Jess. She wiggled again, and felt the fat cock slide slowly into her. She groaned and pressed back eagerly. A white hot light blinded her. It hurt! Holy oh fuck owww she tried to lurch forward but Nick grabbed her hips and held her. "No, no, it's okay. Don't try to pull off or it'll hurt worse. Just relax." His warm voice oozed into her brain, quelling the pain, his hands kneading her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. She took a deep breath and felt her sphincter relax, and slowly she felt friction and pressure from her ass. He was going deeper and deeper. It was hypnotic. Finally, she felt his balls in the cup of her legs. He thrust slightly, and she saw stars. Good stars. "P-pull out. I want you to... to thrust it back in." She felt that same friction again, going in the opposite direction. Her asshole tightened, trying to keep it inside her. The head of that cock hit her ring piece, and she exhaled just as he plunged back in. Slowly, he started a gentle pumping rhythm. Her prostate roiled and her own thick cock stiffened. The pleasure was driving her crazy. Her hands flew to the base of her newly acquired phallus, and she employed the drastic stroking measures, one hand cupping the balls while the other worked the shaft. She jerked herself while her ass was getting overloaded and images flooded her mind. Soon there was nothing but cocks. Jess closed her eyes, fighting to win back her concentration. Finally, she stopped Nick, her hand on his waist. Slowly, gently, he pulled out, and her ass puckered with longing. Resolutely, she powered through. She laid on the floor on her back, her bare ass cool against the linoleum. Then she kicked her legs over her head and grabbed her knees. She opened her mouth wide, straining and grunting. Nick leaned over her, his cock nestled in her ass. He pushed on her hips, and she opened her hungry mouth, straining for her prize. Finally, her tongue flecked out and caught the tip of her own dick. She moaned in frustration as a shiver boiled up her staff into her hips. Nick pressed down gently, and she lunged again, this time getting the whole head in her mouth. She flailed desperately with her tongue until it popped out and bounced mockingly against her nose. Nick's cock pressed against her ring piece, and her dick hardened at the sensation. Finally, she caught it and sucked with all her might, pulling the juicy slab of meat in until her balls rested on her nose. The warm, naughty sensation of her own mouth sent blazing, sexy feelings to the base of her skull. As she sucked her own cock, Nick grinned, and pressed his cock against her asshole again. She whimpered around her rod, trying to nod a "yes" but gently so that she wouldn't risk letting go of the dick. He pressed in, hands on her legs, holding her in place. The squeezing, tightening sensation made her close her eyes and she began to blissfully rub her nipples. Each pump made Jess' desire swell. She felt a twitch in her rectum. Nick exhaled in a long, powerful press, and his dick wiggled inside her. She felt her own member stiffen. There was a sensation of warmth at the base of her spine and Nick groaned, his seed filling her ass and then spilling to course in gentle rivulets down her shaft. Her balls tightened delectably and she felt her cock jerk in her throat. There was a warm splash as semen pumped into her mouth. She was so surprised she let go, and another warm splash of cum hit her on the forehead. Two jets of cum splashed on her face, Nick standing over her and her own member. The focus came back into her eyes, and she lunged, seizing her cock in her mouth and sucking as hard as she could. Every salty ounce poured lusciously down her throat. Jess unwound finally, and Nick collapsed next to her. She wiped her mouth with her hand, and looked down at her handiwork. There was cum in her hair and on her face. It spilled down her breasts and her softening cock leaked it onto her tummy. She could feel it slipping down her thighs and dripping from her ass onto her floor. She turned her head to watch Nick, whose eyes were closed. He rolled away from her, onto his side. Had he fallen asleep? Holy shit, he totally had. He wasn't worried, or embarrassed. It didn't even look like he was really thinking about it. He hadn't just had sex with a close female friend, he'd had anal sex with her. That was like, the third most taboo sex she could think of without crying and liquor. Her cock rolled slightly at the thought of anal sex. Anal sex. It twitched again. He'd just had anal sex with someone with a penis--which was gay in her book, no matter how nice her tits were. And it was her! How was he not freaking out about this? She shoved him, frustrated, and he rolled face down on the floor, then stretched out and looked at her sleepily. "Oh man. You mind if I hit your bed? I'm tired." He stood up, his cock bouncing into her eye level and causing her own cock to twitch excitedly. "I'll come in you. With you. I said the second one." He climbed into her bed and curled up comfortably. She climbed in behind him, watching him lustfully as he stretched, and lay down. She snuggled in behind him, her soft flesh pressed against his. "Can I... put it in?" she whispered huskily. "What...? No. I told you, I don't swing that way." Nick countered sleepily, trying to be firm even as he was collapsing. "But that's not fair! I just got a cock! How can you deny me this, my one chance, just because you're not secure in your sexuality. What, are you afraid you'll like it?" Nick rolled over and glared at her. "Fine. We're going to do this. But only because you asked nicely, and only once. Nick don't play that way, and I am going to town on you again later." He rolled onto his stomach and got on his hands and knees. Jess got behind him, eagerly. Slowly, she pressed herself against him, and he closed his eyes, realizing that it was about to get very weird. But that's a story for another time. Futanari Birthday Ch. 02 "Hey, Jess! Do you want to go to the pool today?" Lisa's voice woke Jess from a mid-afternoon summer's nap. "Mrrnnno. Later. Go away." She rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head. Her friend bounced into the room, tossing her keys carelessly into the bowl. James coughed angrily and, waving ashes out of his face, stalked out to go smoke in the privacy of his bedroom. "Gimme my keys back, you whiney stoner bitch!" Her keys sailed through the door as it slammed shut. "C'mon! Go to the pool with me! We haven't gone all summer!" Lisa pushed on the sleeping girl's shoulder. "All summerrrrrrrrrrr---"she stretched the last sound as she grabbed Jess and began shaking her, the sound bouncing weirdly in her throat as she rocked, until finally there was a scream. Jess pounced from under the blankets, tackling her and the wrestling match was joined. Screaming and laughing and tickling followed, the two girls rolled around on the couch until finally Jess remembered why she hadn't been to the pool all summer. "Lisa. Lisa! Get off of me. Stoppit! I can't breathe!" Jess let all the lessons she learned from her little sister out in one burst, getting her friend to roll off her couch and, messy-haired, look at her with concern. This opened her up for a perfect shot straight to the face from Jess' pillow. Lisa mockingly held the pillow over her face. "Look! Jess, look, I'm Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest!" She lay twitching, her legs straight up in the air, feet bare and jeggings doing incredible things to her whole lower back region. Jess, from her position on the couch, adjusted her bra, her blanket, and the huge erection her friend had given her as they'd wrestled. "I don't want to go to the pool. You know how I get, all sunburned. I'm white as hell." "Yeah, because you never go to the pool. I'm taking you to the pool today, if I have to throw you in a sleeper hold, sexily put a bikini on you and drag you there myself." "Whatever! I don't want to go!" Jess cringed mentally. She'd overloaded that last "whatever" and there was definitely going to be a return-volley of girlfriendy bullshit. Ugh. Yup, here it comes. First the head-cocking, then the hands on the hips. Next it's either going to be pop psychology or gender studies. "Are you okay? We haven't been to the pool all summer. In fact, I think you've been avoiding me every time I invite you outside. Oh my god! Are you having body-image issues?" Jesus, it was like having an animate TigerBeat Magazine for a best friend. "I'm not having Tigerbe--- I'm not having body image issues. I just haven't wanted to go to the stupid pool. I've been stupid busy with school work, and I've been working really hard, and when I get home I just want to vege on my couch and watch whatever stupid show will still be relevant when you're hearing this." She was still overcompensating. Jess knew too well that if she acted too upset Lisa would never give up. She had no idea how to tell her best friend that she had grown a penis after a birthday wish went awry. How does anyone let anybody know that their day-to-day life has turned into the first draft of a failed pitch for a mid-00s Adam Sandler vehicle? It was stupid and impossible and she kept hoping that she would just wake up, or see a shooting star, or at very least her boobs would fall off and she'd grow a beard. But no, her boobs were still awesome and she still actually liked having them, for some reason. The worst part was that she was still straight. Inside her head, she liked dudes. Liked their abs, liked their pecs. She even got a perverse little thrill from their smell. But her magical dick had a mind of its own, apparently, because if she saw so much as a lady's exposed collarbone she was hard for hours. It was really hard to change in a public pool when you had to hide in the stall consumed with lust for half an hour, and women are experts at identifying the sound of furtive masturbation. She sighed, and put on her casual-est face. "I just think we should go to a movie. Some dumb popcorn flick, alright? I don't feel like the pool." "Funny, I think you do feel like the pool, because you're so--" Lisa froze mid-sentence, and it took Jess a second to properly appreciate what was going on. Lisa's hand was on Jess' crotch, and she was definitely going to make a dumb joke about being wet. They stared at each other, frozen as both processed exactly what was happening at the same time. There was a thunderclap as Lisa backed over the sound barrier fleeing to the opposite side of the room, holding her hand as though venom was slowly seeping up her wrist. Jess stood to follow her, valiantly ignoring the sensation the blanket made as it gathered just below her waist, making everything much more obvious, and much more deeply, deeply weird. Lisa sputtered. She pointed. She gesticulated frantically. For a minute she appeared to be popping and locking. Finally, Jess dropped the blanket and covered the other girl's mouth with her hand. That other girl's hot breath on her palm nearly sent her brain into overdrive, but she mastered the impulse and slowly met her frantic gaze. "Lisa. Relax. It's just a dick." Hopefully a cool understatement about how normal everything was would calm her down. Dicks were familiar. Lisa could handle dicks. Magic transsexuals were less familiar, but that freshman year gender-studies mentality would hopefully overwhelm her shock. Slowly, she removed her hand from her friend's face. "Oh my god. Dude! Next time you have a penis, how about you warn me?" "What? How am I supposed to know that you're about to make a grab at my genitals? If I wanted that, I'd start drinking out of unattended cups at frat houses. Surprise finger banging for a pun? Who does that?" Lisa bit her lip as she visibly considered her responses. Jess could almost see wheels turning in her head. She wasn't exactly a closed book. In the context of this metaphor, she wasn't any kind of book. That would make for a really confusing metaphor. No, she was probably something with wheels. "You're putting me on. What is that, a strapon? Oh my god, is that why you didn't want to go to the pool? You're totally doing some kinky sex play right now, aren't you? Gross!" "Nope. It's... uh. It's real." Only after she said it did she realize she could have lied. How often does anybody see anybody else's sex parts? Or feel, or even really ponder about? Never. Just lie. Sure, it'll turn your life into a dirty sitcom, but just lie. Lie like a rug. Like Lisa's rug. Did Lisa have a rug? Did she shave her pussy? Suddenly Jess realized that lying would make things really awkward if things were to come out later. Casting a glance at James' door, she grabbed Lisa by the wrist and lead her through the kitchen, past the freezer with the last slice of cake hidden inside, and into her own bedroom. "Alright, don't freak out, right?" "Jess, what are you doing?" Jess took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs into her terrycloth gym shorts (a bad choice, in retrospect), and pulled them down. A little sound came out of Lisa's throat as the cloth snagged for a moment on her hardening shaft. It came free and slapped against her stomach with a light slap. Jess stood there for a moment, trying to look demure and feminine with her shorts around her knees. She still had her big girly hips and those full breasts, but the effect was sort of ruined by the fat, decent-sized cock still thickening in the soft breeze. Lisa goggled for a moment, barely breathing. "I... but... you're a girl!You used to wear jeggings! You couldn't hide... hide that in jeggings! I THINK I SAW YOU PEE ONCE. Oh my god. You're trans. Oh my god oh my god, I'm being such a disrespectful bitch right now, aren't I? Jess, I just want you to know that--" "I'm not trans. It was... magic? I think? It's totally real, I guess. I'm too scared to go to a doctor with it." Jess, suddenly realizing that she was standing bareassed in front of her window with a stunned girl on her bed, hauled up her shorts. Lisa stared vacantly for a minute at the bulge in the terrycloth, as though lost in thought. Jess nodded approvingly at the metaphor: her friend's brain was a maze. The other girl's features shifted subtly, and then she was grinning massively, leaning back onto the bed to wiggle out of her own shorts. "Have you tried it out yet?" "Yes." "Sweet! I've never ridden a virgin diiiiiWHAT WHEN DID YOU WHO DID YOU FUCK?" Lisa's froze, mid-undress, exposing the curve of her butt. Jess tried not to notice, but her dick couldn't help it. "I should probably tell this story, shouldn't I? The day it happened was my birthday. It was just me and Nick here..." Jess exhaled for probably longer than was necessary and told the entire story of her birthday, the magic cake that might not be magic, and her experience on the kitchen floor. "What? You grew a magic dick, and YOU ended up giving up the back door, to the guy that's had a dick his whole life? That's probably fucked a bunch of slutty bitches in their slutty assholes? He didn't even let you try it? That's pretty lame. I mean, really hot story. Dirty, and fun and everything, but I can't believe you just gave it up like that." "Says the girl who was stripping out of her panties the instant she saw a hard cock." "Says the girl who whipped out her hard cock for no reason!" "So you could--- why are we fighting? You didn't even let me finish the story." Jess composed herself. She'd almost let fly with her next riposte "So you could suck it", but that would have been taking the evening in an even weirder direction. Even if it was true. Even now the image of Lisa with her shorts pulled halfway down was stuck in her brain. She shook her head to clear the suspiciously vagina-shaped cobwebs and continue her story. "So, as I was saying--" "You said that it was a story for another time!" "It's another time now. Would you shut up and listen? AS I WAS SAYING. Nick crawled into my bed to crash. I was still all hopped up on--" "--growing a magic dick--" Lisa interrupted. "Yes, that, so I couldn't sleep. And here's this jerk, rolling off the top of me and going to sleep, like we're not still at my birthday party, that he was throwing for me. And me--" "Still hard as a rock I bet. You are now, just thinking about it." Jess folded her hands in her lap and glowered at the other girl. She was mortified at having it noticed, but she was also privately pleased at the sensation of the fabric wrapped around her member and this girl's rapt, wide-eyed attention on her. Lisa's t-shirt hung loose at the neck, revealing a freckled shoulder and a hint of cleavage, fresh-baked brown from the warm summer sun. Jess had a brief flash from the end-of-the-year party, where she was pretty sure she'd heard Lisa getting nailed in the next room. She swallowed and tried to continue with the story. "Yeah, so he's in my bed, still naked. Nodding off. I climb in behind him, my naked and wet flesh pressed against his. And I'm just laying there, freaking out. Because I want to do stuff to him so bad, but he's asleep. It would be wrong. It would somehow be wrong, mere minutes after he made me shoot cum on my own face." "And then he rolls over, next to me. He paws at my boobs, and he grabs my dick. My magic cake dick, and he, like, slurs "let's do this." That's consent, right? If somebody grabs your dick and you can still taste their cum--" Jess stopped to hit Lisa with a pillow, both because Lisa was making a face and because she hoped it would start an impromptu wrestling match-- "they want to fuck you, no ifs ands or buts. Well, butts, yes."' "So I get up close to him and start spooning him. I get in close and nibble on his ear. He moans and scootches back into me, which kind of freaks me out. I back up, and sit on the edge of the bed. That's when I see it: my bottle of lube, peeking out from underneath by dresser. Well then! The universe couldn't send a clearer signal if I'd somehow already slathered my whole dick in lube. Which, by that point, I had." Lisa was leaning forward in the bed, jaw hanging open, eyes wide. "So... what happened then?" "Well, I fucked him in the ass." "What? That's how you're going to end the story? Five pages of describing your emotional state and my sexy-ass body and you're not going to describe in tender loving detail the sensation of buttfucking some boy you like?" "Fine. Bitch." Jess reached into her night stand and pulled out a badly depleted bottle of vintage lubricant called Afro-glide and showed it to Lisa. She suspected it might actually be a hair care product from the 70s, but it still made penetration easier and it smelled the best. Once she'd just stuffed the bottle in herself, opened the cap, and did kagels. When she'd cum the lube had squirted out of the bottle and the whole room smelled like sex coconuts. "So I get back to nibbling on his ear. And I'm naked behind him, just achingly stiff. I want to fuck him so bad, and my hands are soaked with lube. So I start doing that thing. What's it called, you know, where you reach around the guy so you can jerk his dick from behind while your boobs are resting gently on his back? Anyway, so I'm doing that and he starts backing up into me. I'm still freaked out, so I keep backing up." "Pussy." "You can't call me that anymore. I have a big fat cock now. Haven't you been paying attention? Whatever, do you want me to finish the story? Fucking right you do. So there's my dick, in the crack of his butt, and he turns his head around and he looks me in the eye, and he says "Come one! Fuck me already!" in this lusty, sexy voice. I'm almost Tom Sawyered his back "First of all, never ever make that metaphor again. In fact, no more metaphors, ever. We can just be done with those. Second of all, don't stop." Jess noticed that Lisa's hand was resting gently on her inner thigh. "Well, I started pushing my dick against him, and he starts grinding on me. I find his hole, and my dick starts sliding in. I swear angels started singing, and I forgave every single guy who ever tried to put so much as a sly glance in my butt. He gives this low groan, and picture the sexiest fucking thing you've ever done. Barebacking a guy you just met while he offers to do your laundry. Sex in the back of a convertible, but with the sort of guy that doesn't think that's cool. Picturing that? Now multiply it by David Bowie going down on Freddy Mercury." "I think I just came a little." "And then... and then I started to pull out." "Yeah, I did. Right in my shorts." "Me sliding out of his tight, virgin ass makes up for so much missed sex I think I can now legally claim that I lost my virginity at age eight. And then I start going back in again. And now we have a rhythm going, and I'm just whispering every dirty thing I can think of, the kind of thing I don't even want to repeat to myself and he's kind of moaning, and through a mouthful of pillow he's just kind of chanting "fuck my ass". I can feel his back on my nipples, just gently grazing them. And I can feel it. That feeling at the base of my balls that says that I'm about to cum." "Like I just did, a second ago." "I'm trying to make noises to tell him. And then he just pops my dick out of him and rolls over, and pulls me on top of him, and starts sucking me off! His dick is hard, and it's slapping me right in the face, so I start sucking it, and I can feel it getting hard. And then, just when I think I can't stand it any more, he grabs my ass with both hands and drags my whole length into his mouth. Look at my dick! It's like seven inches long, and he deep throats it like he's the king of cock gobblers. The moment that happens, we spunk simultaneously into each other's mouths." "When I look down at him, there's a line of saliva connecting my shaft to his lips, and he looks me in the eyes, and he swallows it, and winks." Jess sat for a moment, caught in the memory of that post-coital reverie, her hand half outstretched. She let it drop, then looked at Lisa, who was biting her lip gently. Jess' eyes traveled down to Lisa's hands, in her lap, where her shorts were pulled to the side, revealing a glistening, luscious pussy. Surprised, she looked in Lisa's eyes, as Lisa mouthed one thing. "Fuck me."