“Hell no,” I chuckled. “You were the first. I was asleep the first time so it took me by surprise, otherwise I’d have left.”
“I liked hearing you when I was with Bill. Did you know what I looked like?”
“No.”
“What did you imagine?”
“Everything. Snow white to jet black and every shade of brown in between, but always with a juicy pink center. What about you?”
“Oh, I saw you soon enough. I kept my ears out until I heard you leave after the second or third day. You were cute enough so I didn’t mind that. I was afraid you’d be really hideous!”
We laughed and I asked, “I never thought I’d be turned on by listening to someone else masturbating.”
“Oh, I’ve done it before.”
“Really!”
She smiled, “Yes, in high school I went to a boarding school. My roommate my senior year rubbed off constantly. You want to hear about it?”
“Of course.”
“Short version or long version?”
“Which is better?”
“Baby, you want the long version. I’ll treat ya good.”
I smiled, “Okay.”
“But you have to promise to actually listen.”
“Okay.”
“And hands on me, not on yourself.”
I blinked a little and said, “Okay.”
She smiled, “Good. So anyway, yes, she rubbed off a lot. I did too, but never with anyone else around. In the shower, usually, or really late at night. But Connie used to masturbate so she could fall asleep.”
Here Angela curled up next to me and glanced down at my cock, then smiled up at me and kissed me, then continued, “The first month we lived together she waited until she thought I was asleep. Sometimes I was, but my second week I wasn’t sleeping well. I heard her covers start moving quietly one night, and pretty soon I knew what she was doing. She was pretty quiet, but I heard her bed creak a couple of times at the end.
“I was pretty irritated that first time. I didn’t want to confront her but I wanted her to stop, so when she finished I coughed once and rolled over. I almost laughed when I heard her gasp, but I went back to sleep pretty quickly. That time it didn’t turn me on at all, you know.”
She looked down at my hardening cock and smiled, “You really like this, don’t you?” I nodded and she said, “Okay, every woman loves a man who listens to her!”
We laughed and she lightly ran her index finger in a circle on the underside of my cock. “So, the next two nights I slept really soundly, but the next night after that I was sleeping lightly again. About midnight maybe I came awake.
“I don’t know if you’ve experienced it, where you’re suddenly right inside the edge of sleep and you can feel your breath going in and out? You can go back to sleep if nothing disturbs you? Well, just then I heard Connie’s sheets rustling and that pulled me out of it, but I was still able to keep my breathing about the same. She didn’t realize I was awake, she told me later. So I kept breathing in and out like I had been and I listened to her. I hadn’t rubbed off for a few days myself, so I was pretty…receptive. She came pretty quickly and made just the lightest moan four times when she came; I was pretty wet by that time and just wanted to rub off.”
She rubbed my cock a little more strongly and smiled as I reached around her back with my left arm and across my chest with my right arm so I could caress her breasts. “Yes, that’s right, touch me,” she said.
“I didn’t want her to hear though, of course. It was private, you know? Clearly she thought so too, I thought. And she probably did, then. I just kept on breathing a bit loudly, not quite snoring but with a rough sound, and she rolled over and soon I heard her snoring. I reached down then and rubbed off; I must have imagined some actor or something, or maybe my boyfriend from the summer just past, my first and only lover. Just a quick orgasm, and I went to sleep.”
I saw her eyes were bright and she was breathing quickly, so I asked, “Do you tell this story often?”
“A couple of times. The boys never lasted to the end though. One of them came without either of us touching his cock, while the other couldn’t wait and jerked off.”
“Does it turn you on to tell me about it?”
She nodded wildly, “Oh yes, it makes me really wet.”
“Then I’ll try to hold off.”
“Good boy! You’ll love your reward if you do.”
She reached down and took the head of my cock between the tips of her right thumb and index finger. The index finger was on the underside of my cock head while the thumb was on top, and she gently rolled the tip of her thumb so that my head looked like it was nodding slowly. She watched it eagerly and said, “It’s a pretty toy you have for me.”
“All yours.”
“Yes, keep squeezing my tits,” she said. “Do you like them?”
“Of course!”
“Well, play with them all you want. Shall I continue?”
“Yes.”
She looked at me sweetly and said, “So that happened a couple more times during the next week, where I rubbed off after she had rubbed off and gone to sleep. Finally, one night after she finished, I waited for her to fall asleep. I thought she was asleep, so I reached down and started rubbing lightly around my clit. Nice and gentle, and I started wondering what Connie thought about when she rubbed off.”
She chuckled. “That was my first…step on the road to ruin,” and we laughed. Her nipples were erect and her chest a little flushed, and her voice had a slight rasp.
“You’re getting pretty turned on.”
“Yes,” she said. “I really like sharing it with you.”
“Quite the historian.”
She laughed loudly and said, “I am at that! Bringing the dead past to life for a new generation.”
“Don’t stop then,” I said as I reached down to caress her belly with my right hand.
She continued, “I started wondering how she rubbed off. Which hand did she use? Did she just rub her clit? Side to side? Front to back? Just one finger on her clit? Maybe all her fingers? Did she stick a finger inside herself? And that…oh, how to put it? It wasn’t impersonal any more. It wasn’t just a quick release. I started getting interested in the process, you know, all the wet and sticky details.”
I nodded, “Where you stop just aiming for the finish but start reveling in the process. Enjoying the feel of your body. Watching yourself. Jerking off in the mirror.”
She nodded, “Yes, exactly. I started really feeling my little pussy for the first time, matching the feeling in my fingers with the feeling in my lap. It made me really hot, really wet, I mean really wet, and, oh, it was like I was falling in love with my pussy. I wanted to turn on the lights and hold a mirror down there so I could see my pussy as I made her so happy…and I came so quick and hard.
“And the whole time I was nearly biting my lip off to keep quiet, and at the end I gave one massive thrust against my hand and breathed out like I’d run a race. I fell asleep with my hand on my pussy, and as I fell asleep I thought I could hear Connie rubbing off again, but I was too tired to care.”
She looked down again and smiled sweetly, “You’re sure I’m not boring you? I can stop if you like.”
“God, please don’t!”
She laughed, “Okay.” She now put all four of her fingertips on the underside of my cock and gently, gingerly rubbed them around. “―So, the next morning we were really shy around each other. Neither of us was at all interested in talking about anything; I think we both just wanted separate rooms right about then.
“And of course neither of us liked girls. I mean, come on, why would we? We were girls, you know. What could be of any interest there? I liked boys. I liked dicks, even though I’d only held two. But that was enough to know I really wanted to hold another two or three sometime soon. Preferably ones belonging to, oh, any number of movie stars.”
“Not mine?” I teased her.
She laughed and said, “Didn’t know ya, babe.”
We chuckled and she continued, “Though about that time I started thinking about the dicks themselves. I hadn’t paid that much attention to them before, you know. I was focused on what the boy’s face was doing. What he was doing for me. A hard dick was nice and really got the job done, you know, but we’d only ever been too rushed for a nice hard dick to make a real impression on me by itself.
“That started changing. I started thinking back on what I could remember of holding them and playing with them, and I remembered all the details I could of the hand jobs I’d given. The next couple of days I had to go to the bathroom more than usual. I would go in after an hour stewing in my juices and give myself a quick rub as I imagined a hard dick spurting in my hands. I did that maybe three times a day, and I was still wet and ready when I went to bed. And not just hand jobs, and not really thinking about sex-sex. I was interested in seeing the dick cum, you know.
“And, lucky for you, I started thinking about all the physical details and thought that maybe putting it in my mouth wasn’t disgusting. Or completely disgusting, anyway, because yeah, that was scary, and everybody said sperm tastes icky. I knew in the abstract about oral sex but I’d never been that interested in it, but now it started seeming kind of intriguing. I wanted to play with a dick until it was hard and put it in my mouth, just put it there and hold it to feel it reacting, nothing more, then pull it out when it was close and watch it spurt a hot load into my hand. And that really turned me on. The next couple of nights I held off when I went to bed, just went to sleep.”
I had reached her pubic hair by this time, and she smiled and raised her left thigh so I could reach her pussy. “That’s good, darling, play with me slowly. Draw it out slowly, tease me, play along with my story.”
I could smell her odor and found her hair was filled with sweat and other wetness when I touched it and said, “It always amazes me how wet a woman can get.”
“Yeah, me too.”
We both laughed and she shifted her weight so she was fully on her side; her thighs were separated and her large breasts flowed down invitingly. In this position she had an easier reach to my cock and started rubbing me with larger motions, but still very slowly. She stopped to rub my precum around my head and with her index finger and asked, “You can hold off, can’t you?”
“For you I will, lover,” I said, “It’s really something.”
She smiled and continued, “But the next night I was in a real state. I had had intrusive thoughts all day long about a couple of boys in my class, and I hadn’t had a chance to rub off after dinner. Big test, had to study, went to bed a bit late and exhausted. I dozed off but of course woke up when I heard Connie going at it. It was like my mind was listening for her to wake me up. My brain pulls that sort of shit all the time.”
We laughed and she continued stroking her fingertips along my shaft. “Don’t cum yet, it gets really good,” she said and kissed me.
“So,” she continued, “when I heard her rubbing I started rubbing too. I was on my back, and I didn’t even try that hard to keep quiet. I spread my thighs and reached down and started rubbing quietly. She gasped a little and went deathly silent, but I didn’t care. I needed to get off. I rubbed nice and softly and imagined it was a boy rubbing me while I jerked him off. Then another boy, then another. Each one with a different cock longer and thicker than the last, and all of them spraying off like fire hoses.
“Pretty soon I heard Connie start up again and I tuned her out at first. As I got close though, I heard her breathing fast and hot. That pushed me over the edge. I imagined I was stroking one cock in each hand, and they erupted simultaneously just as I came. And I came pretty hard. I probably moaned a couple of times, and after I finished I could hear her going at it really vigorously. She wasn’t bothering to keep private any more. It was like I wasn’t there.
“And I started rubbing myself again. This time I didn’t think abut dicks. My pussy was warm and open and wet and ready and I just concentrated on how it felt as I rubbed it. I rubbed my clit, rubbed my lips, stuck fingers inside myself, just playing. I heard Connie cum with a long low moan and didn’t really pay attention. I came pretty quickly myself, and after I did I heard her rubbing herself again.”
We laughed, and she continued, “Well, it’s not like I had a leg to stand on. And it’s not like I cared any more. I fell asleep after she had her second orgasm and missed the third, and when we woke up we didn’t talk about it, but we didn’t blush or get shy either. It was just something we did now, and for the next two weeks we did it nearly every night. No mention the next day, of course.”
“So you two were getting off listening to each other? Or just sort of in your own little worlds in the same room?”
She thought for a moment and said, “A little of each from night to night. Mostly I was in my own head, but I heard her rubbing and orgasming, and that made me feel comfortable while I did it. Was it like that with you? Between us, I mean?”
“Yes. I thought about making love to you a lot, of course, but also it was fun, like a game, I guess. Just comfortable, I guess, like what people just do, natural and nothing strange.”
“Ah, interesting. But of course, this changed soon enough. Because I was discovering my pussy, I started wondering if she was going through the same thing. That was, oh, let’s see,” and here she pretended to count on her fingers, “hmm, I guess the fifth step down my road to ruin.”
We laughed and she continued, “I of course knew what she looked like. Small green-eyed blonde girl, B cup, pink nipples, pretty thick hair down there for a blonde, wide hips, a little pooch, thick thighs, just a girl, see. Plain, bland dresser, smart but not as smart as she thought she was, competitive, a little mean in the past, not someone I picked for a roomie, you know. But decent enough as a roomie. And not a friend I could ask about sex at all. But I didn’t know any other girls I could ask either, so I started thinking more and more about what she was going through.
“So, after maybe a month and a half of rooming together, I started thinking about her…sexually. Yeah. That was hard at first, really hard. I didn’t like her that much…like that…not much…at all…but maybe I did after all.”
She chuckled. “So there’s your answer, I guess. We were a lot nicer to each other by then, becoming pretty good friends, and of course rubbing off in our beds so the other could hear. I started imagining that she was rubbing off in front of me, thighs open, letting me see everything she did while she watched me doing the same. Oh, the first time I did that I came hard. I actually squealed a little, I think, and Connie came pretty hard that night too, I think.
“Then after a couple of evenings I imagined, wow, reaching over…and holding her breasts while she rubbed off for me…and reaching down to feel her…thrust two fingers up inside her to feel her wet pussy squeeze them when she came…and when I came I imagined she had two fingers inside me.” She looked down and smiled wickedly, “Ooh, your cock is drooling. Nice.”
I said with a grimace, “You’re making me close.”
She immediately stopped stroking and used her thumb and index finger to squeeze me tight. “Better now?”
I paused a few seconds and said, “Yes, you were in time.”
She winked at me and continued, “So I was getting ready for…new things. Really new. Scared the hell out of me. Finally, one night I was on fire. I started rubbing five minutes after we turned the lights out. When we rubbed off before, we kept our covers up and our pajamas on and the lights were off and the shade down. Dark and warm and pretty private. But I took my pajamas off after I went to bed and enjoyed the feel of the sheets against my skin.
“I was rubbing lightly as usual, getting lubed up, you know, deciding how fast I wanted to take it, and heard Connie take off her panties and toss them on the floor. She wore a nightgown, and I heard her pull it up to her armpits. I pushed the blanket off the top and had just a sheet over me. My tits were out pretty soon too.
“She had the blanket off soon too, and I could see where her hand was above her pussy under the sheet. So, I came quickly, but just a small orgasm. I was still pretty wet and ready, and I turned on my side and watched Connie rub off under her sheet.”
I was breathing a little heavily as I rubbed her pussy with my fingers; Angela’s chest was brightly flushed and her hips circled rhythmically under my fingers. I asked, “Am I rubbing you well?”
She looked at me fixedly and finally nodded, “Yes, you’re golden. Really, that’s perfect.”
She continued, “When she finished, she looked up and saw me watching her in the dark. Not completely dark, you see, it was a pretty full moon and some light came in around the edges of the shade, and she just looked back at me. Just looked. We looked at each other for a couple of minutes, and I asked her, ‘Connie?’
“‘Yeah?’
“I chickened out a little. Just a little. I asked her what she thought about when she played with herself. She told me, and then asked me, and I told her some of it. She was really curious and rolled over onto her side to look at me across the room, and we talked about sexual things for a long time. Well, for half an hour but it felt like forever. Finally after she had told me about her first times masturbating, I got up the courage to say, ‘I like listening to you.’
“She breathed in like I’d hit her, I guess, and said, ‘I like it too.’
“‘I like hearing you cum.’
“She was staring at me and said, ‘Me too.’
By this time Angela’s voice was a hoarse whisper: “And then the bravest thing I ever did in my life, I asked, ‘Can I watch you?’ I thought my heart was going to explode, or my brain, or both, and I was afraid she’d run away into the halls shouting what a horrible monster I was.
“And she just looked at me for maybe a minute and finally said, ‘Yes.’ And on her bed, she…pulled down her sheet…and her nipples were so hard…and she put her left hand down to her thick bush…and spread her thighs…and started rubbing. And soon I could smell her. And as she stared at my tits, I knew what she wanted and pulled my sheet down too and began rubbing my clit with one finger.”
I pushed my index finger between her lips and into her wet tunnel and she nodded, “Yes, gently, gently, that feels really good.” I held my palm on her mount and circled my finger slowly inside her, and her hips shifted to the rhythm of my finger. Her upper lip was covered in sweat and her breasts were stuck to my side and chest with moisture.
I said, “Don’t stop now. We have an agreement.”
She swallowed loudly and said, “That we do.”
She looked up at me and continued, “So we stared at each other as we rubbed, and that plain dumpy girl was now the prettiest woman I’d ever seen. But it wasn’t enough. I got up and walked over to her bed, and she watched me the whole time with a completely blank expression. And when I got to her bed she rolled onto her back and spread her thighs for me. There was enough light I could see her lips slightly, but for the most part it was in shadow. She reached down and started rubbing.
“I sat facing her and showed her my cunt. It wasn’t a pussy, it was a cunt, and I wanted her to see it.”
She chuckled, “A pussy’s a little kitten, which mine is sometimes when I’m playing with her, but when it’s a starving tiger it’s a cunt, you know, and mine was definitely a cunt right then.”
“And now?”
She said impatiently, “Yes, of course.” She chuckled and continued, “Connie had stretched out with her legs spread and her feet together so she was completely open to me, squishing under her fingers, and she raised up on her right elbow to watch me while her left hand rubbed away. Well, that night at least she used all four fingers on her clit, side to side, just a blur. I followed her. I sat facing her, and as she was about to cum, she suddenly stopped. Took her hand away. Stared at me. For a second I felt sick, like she’d changed her mind. Then I saw her spread her thighs even more, and I knew what she wanted.
“I reached down and rubbed her lightly. She did the same to me, but I was really close. I couldn’t hold back. My dreams were coming true. I was a bit scared at first, but as I rubbed my fingers on her pussy, I thought how it felt like mine and how it was different. Her lips were smaller, like a little rosebud, and her hair was thinner than mine.”
I continued my rhythm and asked, “Is this a good speed?”
“Yes, yes, not too fast, I have to last. So, I began sliding my fingers inside her and felt her thrusting up against me.”
“Did you rub her like this?”
“No, I got two fingers up inside of her really quick. She was so close and I was too. I began kissing her and I felt her reach up to my cunt. She rubbed around a bit like she was getting a feel for the territory, but I went at her hard. I pushed two fingers inside her and jammed my palm against her clit and just held it there as she fucked my hand.”
“Like this?”
“God, stop,” she moaned, “you’ll make me come.”
I chuckled and slowed down and she swatted my chest and said, “Do that later. This is for us. Make it last. Make me last.”
“So she came hard?”
“Oh yes, she came hard and long and I sucked on her mouth to keep her quiet . She tried to also, but she was too busy coming to get a good rhythm going. After she came I kept my fingers inside her. I got above her on my knees and watched my beautiful little lover spread out under me. She’d just cum for me and I had to see her spread out exhausted from my fingers. She pulled me down a little started kissing my breasts as she rubbed my lips and I told her, ‘Inside.’
“She nodded and immediately put the tip of her finger inside me and started sucking hard on my nipple. I felt her working her finger in and out of me as I got close, and I whispered, ‘More inside, more.’ She put a second finger inside me like I had done her and started fucking me fairly fast, and I boiled over all over her hand. It wasn’t as good as when I fucked myself, but it was so exciting I came harder than I’d ever come before. She played with my cunt for a while more. Really well, too.”
At his point she looked down and said, “You’re about to burst, aren’t you, babe?” I nodded.
She kissed me deeply and said, “Keep holding off. Now, where was I? Yes. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her like girls dream of being kissed. We whispered to each other how much we loved each other. We didn’t, really, but you know how it is when you’re young and inexperienced and full of lust, and you’ve finally found a lover who makes you fly. And at the time it felt like I loved her. I wanted to devour her, but not actually in the way you think, though that came soon enough.”
I breathed heavily at that and she chuckled, “Yeah, she was like that too. She’d been rubbing off to lesbian thoughts for a year or so, she told me later. She wasn’t interested in me at first though, which made me laugh. But she was by then. So anyway, she said, ‘Angie, please…’
“I asked, ‘What?’
“‘Would you…you know…make me happy? Really happy?’
“To tell the truth, I didn’t know what she meant at first. I was pretty close again and I thought she meant she hadn’t really cum. Then she put her hands on my face and ran her fingers on my lips, over and over on my lips like a tongue, and I did the same to her and she licked one of my fingers and smiled.
“So, I was a bit nervous, but I wanted it. Mostly it was so she’d do me, you know, but also I loved feeling her pussy. Her cunt. She stared at me with this hungry look as she spread her thighs for me. I knelt down between them and watched her watching me as I rubbed her pussy. I bent down and licked around her clit and she moaned.”
Here she looked me in the eye and asked, “You love eating pussy, right?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“What do you like about it?”
“Everything. Feeling a pussy up close like that, every part of it under my tongue, experiencing every part of its pleasure. Feeling it cum and knowing it came because of me.”
She nodded. “Yes. That’s what it was like. I felt her beautiful little rosebud opening up under my tongue, felt her lips down there kissing mine, felt her wet cunt squeezing my fingers. When she was close I couldn’t hold off any more, and besides, she was starting to get really excited and a little noisy. The walls weren’t like here. They were really soundproof, but you never knew what anyone might hear late at night when it was so quiet. And we didn’t want anyone to hear us and figure out what we were doing. It was our secret.
“So I pulled away from her and said, ‘Fair’s fair, love,’ and sat on her face. I bent back down to suck her, but her tongue began distracting me. I’d never been eaten out before and she was very good. She let me grind my cunt into her face, and I came almost immediately. I then finally started sucking her off, and she didn’t last long at all the first time she came. And when we came, we bit each other’s thigh to keep from making noise. I felt it stinging all next day and smiled at it.”
I was breathing heavily again by this time and she said, “You can cum soon, promise. But admit it, this is the most fun you’ve had in years.”
“Yes, god yes.”
She smiled. “Your cock’s beautiful. It’s throbbing so hard! Now more inside, more, another finger inside,” she chuckled.
I did and slid two fingers easily inside of her.
“Okay, leave them there,” she said. “So, that was our first night. We slept in her bed holding each other. It was the best sleep I’d had all year. When we woke up, the room was bright enough for me to see clearly everything that had been in shadow before, so I pushed her thighs apart and started rubbing her and licking her. She was fully awake soon enough and grabbed my head and just fucked my face like a quiet crazy woman. And she then did the same for me.
“We had to go to class. All day I was on a cloud. That evening when I got to the room, she was there undressing, and we locked the door and started kissing. We took off all our clothes. It was a feast, and as I looked she rubbed me, and when I got close we sat facing each other and rubbed off. Finally I was satisfying my curiosity about her and learning about sex and having great sex, and we were the happiest girls in the world.
“It was like that for the rest of the year. We had to keep quiet, of course, so we got to where we could have strong orgasms and only breathe loudly. The great fun was during school holidays. I usually went to her family’s house, and there we were able to find time alone where we could make all the noise we wanted. I finally got to hear my lover scream like a tiger when I ate her out. We ended it after graduation, of course. We went to different schools and only see each other occasionally.”
By this point my fingers were working rhythmically inside her at a faster speed, and she began responding with her hips. I asked, “So you…really like someone masturbating while listening to you.”
“Yes, sometimes,” she gasped. My fingers made squishing sounds as her hips circled roughly.
“Did you ever have any other voyeurs? Auditors? Whatever?”
“Not that I know of,” she murmured.
“And if you hadn’t had Connie as your roommate…”
“…at the right time, yeah,” she replied dreamily.
“Good for her,” I said.
“I’ve had my say. I’ve shared myself with you. You’ve heard what I wanted you to hear. You can cum now. How do you want to do it?”
“You asked me already and I told you.”
She giggled, “You still want to do that?”
I just sat up next to her on my knees and straddled her. She reached around to lift her hair out from underneath her; then she chuckled and sat up so that her breasts were at the level of the head of my cock. She reached down to play with it lightly with a fascinated gaze. I said, “I’m very close. I’m about to explode.”
She looked up at me and said, “Do you love my breasts?”
“Yes.”
“Are they my best feature?”
“At the moment, yes,” I grinned.
She laughed, “Not my hair?”
“I love your hair too,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. She stroked my swollen cock with her left hand. Precum was drooling on her chest as her hand moved back and forth, my balls were tight and painful, and even the tubes leading from my balls were swollen and sensitive.
“Careful,” I said. She grabbed a large handful of her hair with her right hand and began rubbing it on the sides of my shaft.
I stared down at her in surprise and as she stared into my eyes she said, “You know what they say, mythology types? Mermaids wrapped their long hair around the men they wanted so they could drag them down into the depths.”
She glanced down to look at my cock wrapped loosely in her satiny hair and said, “They’d swim around a man they liked with their hair trailing behind them…and the hair would wrap around the man…and she’d embrace him when her hair was wrapped around him…” and here she pulled my hair-wrapped cock into the valley of her breasts, themselves covered thickly in her fanned-out hair, and rubbed it lightly.
She intoned in a low voice, “…and as she kissed him her hair would tighten around him…and bind him to her…and as they sank into the sea…she’d envelop him with her hair…and her body…and take him inside her…and as they climaxed together, the man would shoot his sperm into her, and his soul would be hers, and even after he drowned she’d have him forever.”
With a shudder I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tightly around her hair and my cock as I thrust hard towards her. She smiled and held my hands on her breasts, and with seven or eight massive, draining spurts I emptied my sperm-choked balls on her neck and chest, onto her chin and face, and into the hair by her ears and temples. The hair between her breasts was drenched with my juice as she pulled me down atop her. “Good boy,” she said, “You lasted a long, long time.”
“Do they really say that?”
“That you last a long time?”
I laughed sharply, “No, about mermaids.”
She smiled innocently at me and said, “How would I know?”
“So you made it up?”
“Maybe. But you’ll never forget, will you? I’ve trapped you in my long hair and it’ll always be with you.”
I laughed, “True. True. ―It’s a shame your hair’s all sticky now.”
She shrugged. “That’s okay. It’s been a long day. I need to wash it anyway.” She rubbed my head and face and asked, “Did you like it? Using my hair?”
“I never thought of hair that way.”
She stroked my cock as it began to harden again. “I’m a woman of many surprises.”
“Yes. I’d love to be inside your head when you masturbate.”
She smiled meaningfully and said, “But you have been recently, you know.”
I laughed as she stroked me into full hardness and I said, “I’m still jealous of Connie. I haven’t watched you yet.”
“No, no you haven’t.” She lay back and spread out her thighs. As she put her feet together I knelt above them and watched closely as she reached into the thick patch of hair where her thighs met and rubbed her swelling lips languidly. As her strokes became more rapid, her breaths became faster and deeper and all the other signs of quickening sexual feelings followed their usual courses. When she thrust up against her hand, moaning and squealing as she came hard, I climbed onto her and slowly entered her. She held me tightly and kissed me deeply, and as I rocked back and forth inside her I asked, “Did you really do all that with Connie? That was very detailed.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Well, which is it?”
“Oh, maybe.”
“Did you?”
“Does it really matter? You’ll never forget it though, will you?”
“No, never,” I laughed and thrust hard into her.
She pushed back and murmured, “Mmm.” After another minute she said, “Yes, it was all true.”
I smiled in satisfaction and plunged inside her vigorously to the hilt. She groaned and I felt her cunt squeeze me into climax, and as I spewed into her grasping body I heard her whisper in my ear, “Well, maybe,” and she giggled as she drained me.