We stayed like that for a few minutes, me draped across Linda’s lap while her daughter leaned over my back softening inside me. I felt like I was high or drunk or both. My head swam in a warm pool of luxurious pleasure. I was exhausted but in the best possible way.
“Unbelievable,” Linda broke the silence. “I have never felt so good in all my life.”
I smiled up at her. “That was amazing.”
“Yes,” Casey put a hand on my back and slowly dislodged herself from my quim. Cum slid down my thigh and pooled on the carpet.
I sat back and stared back and forth between their dicks, still not sure I wasn’t dreaming that I had just fucked two beautiful women with ten-inch cocks. I was exhausted and sore and impossibly happy and satisfied, but the memory of Steph standing in the doorway was like a rock in the pit of my stomach.
Linda stood and straightened her dress. “I…um…” she looked down at me, sitting on the floor with my dress up around my belly button, my swollen cunt leaking her daughter’s cum, and my hair a mess. “Kate, that was amazing.” She straightened her bra and blouse, tidying herself up before she left the room. “I’m going to go back down stairs.” She smiled at us and left the room.
Casey tucked slipped her cock back into her underwear and for the first time, I noticed they were boxers. She pulled them up and chuckled. “Yeah, had to get them two days after I started taking the pill.” She sighed, “I don’t know how boys do it. This thing comes to life at the weirdest times.”
I thought of how Brad’s cock would do that, get hard at the weirdest times. Of course, when that happened, no matter where it was, I always liked to give him some release. It’s always fun to figure out how you are going to either fuck or blow a guy when you are in a situation that would prefer you didn’t.
I straightened my skirt and headed to the bathroom. I passed Steph’s door on the way, but it was closed, and I could hear music coming from the other side. It hadn’t been a dream. She had come to the door and seen the three of us. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. What am I going to do? Should I tell them? Should I talk to her first? What is she thinking right now? Oh my, god I would be horrified…I looked in the mirror and saw a streak of cum along the curve of my neck and smiled. Or exceptionally excited. I drew my finger through it and slipped it into my mouth. The sweet-saltiness of whoever’s cum it was rolled across my tongue.
An hour later, Casey and I were at the club. We got a little table in the corner of the place and sat down. We were both sort of in a cloud, both unsure of what to say or talk about. I kind of felt like she might be embarrassed or confused, and I wasn’t exactly sure I wasn’t both.
It’s strange the way we feel attached after we fuck someone, even if we really don’t mean to, things change.
I was sitting across from my best friend and I didn’t know whether to kiss her or tell her we could never do that again. And the worst part of it was, even though I felt that way, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about fucking her again. I mean, sitting there in a bar filled with guys that I could wander off with, I kind of wanted to fuck Casey again.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Casey took a long sip of her martini and finally looked me in the eye.
“Yeah, well, you kind of surprised me.” I smiled.
Casey blushed. “It’s been the weirdest thing, taking those drugs. I mean, I look the same, you know, except for my,” she looked around the room like she wanted to make sure no one was listening, “appendage, but inside. Inside, I’m different. I feel different. Like I am stronger or more confident.”
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