Brenda's Stranger
A note to Nifty and the reader: I know of this happening to a lesbian friend but the story contains much male-female description.
Brenda had been together with Elaine for two years. Both were 24 and comfortable with each other, giving each other great pleasure sexually and emotionally.
Elaine had addressed the use of plastic, strap-ons, etc., but Brenda asked that they be together without such things and Elaine was glad to have things that way.
What Elaine did not know was that while Brenda considered herself Lesbian her past indicated an exceptionally strong liking...craving...for cock. She turned down toys because they were to her unhuman , and while she never wanted a relationship with a man, having something up inside her could only mean warm, living cock.
Brenda often laughed to herself that sex with a man who looked on a woman as a vehicle for his cock was in the same category as sex between women.
Despite being a man's vehicle Brenda liked the feeling, the submission, the contact with the male member. But being with Elaine was more important and she had not thought of cock really in some time, much as any of us forgets things in favor of something more important.
But Brenda and Elaine went to a small luncheon party at a friend's.
Everyone knew they were together and they did not hide their affection.
Always curious and easily bored Brenda found herself in a den-library on the second floor of the large house when in walked Ben, a man she had met earlier downstairs.
"You get the wanderlust too," he said and she smiled and nodded.
"I know I'm being impertinent and objectionable but I tend to be direct.
But...it's clear you and Elaine are together but I have found that almost always one of the women together has a hidden but firm longing for cock."
Brenda was shocked and turned red because indeed he was right but more because he was so rudely audacious.
"Here is my card. If you with to indulge your desire or need for cock without affecting your relationship with Elaine, call me."
She took the card but in a state of automatic and then slapped Ben's face. He did not respond other than to leave the den.
Brenda looked at the card and tore it up as much as she could and placed it in a garbage pale. But she had memorized the number.
Almost daily over the next few weeks she thought of calling Ben. Yes, she did want cock but treasured Elaine and yet...if...would it be disloyal...she pondered, excused, until one day she did dial the number, hanging up on hearing Ben's voice.
She dialed three more times before Ben was able to say"I know it's Brenda. Listen carefully."
And she did indeed listen as Ben gave her a hotel and room numb er and time and hung up. She memorized it as quickly and firmly as she had Ben's number.
She felt all eyes were on her as she walked through a major hotel chain lobby in a slacks and a blouse and with a shoulder handbag. She went to the elevator with voices inside her telling her to stop. She didn't and found herself knocking on the door and then Ben opening it with a gentle smile, not arrogant at all, and letting her in.
She immediately faced 4 other men of varying ages and ethnicities but all seeming in their 30s while Ben was in his late 40s she assumed.
Brenda stood transfixed, not having expected more than Ben and fright mixed with the building feelings toward cock that had been with her since she talked to Ben on the phone.
The men were Mort, Ken, Al, and Frank although she knew not which was which really. She felt Ben take her handbag.
"I...this...let me leave," she said, as if anyone was stopping her and since of course no one was Ben did not bother to answer but began undoing the buttons at the back of her blouse, the cool air moving over her back.
She was transfixed and more excited and wanting as each man undid his slacks and removed them and then their underpants and then their shirts and stood naked with Brenda's eyes fixed for a moment on their good bodies but then moving from one cock to another, each one flaccid but clearly big and with great girth, their balls supporting their cocks.
Ben knew what she wanted, needed, craved, and her body was responding to that. She thought just a moment of how this meant she was disloyal to Elaine and then only what her eyes were seeing had any affect on her.
"Just one...I can't...I mean...I...just one, I do want it, you were right, but...please...Ben...just one," she beseeched Ben as she felt her blouse come off. Ben was removing her clothes more to keep them neat for her leaving later than for her being naked.
"This is totally for you, Brenda," Ben whispered into her ear as she moved away from him toward Al for no real reason.
She came up to him and looked into his eyes for a quick moment and then went to her knees to have his genitals directly in her face. OH God she wanted this so much, more than she let herself believe. She looked at the circumcised foreskin and the large bulb of Al's cock with that little bit of fluid at the hole. She reached out and took in a breath to feel the warmth of real cock as she let two fingers lift the weight of Al's cock and look under it. She moved the skin down and moved her hand up and down the shaft and then followed with her tongue sliding along underneath and then on top and then sucking in his balls and fondling them in her mouth.
She moved away a bit and watched the now rock hard cock swaying and she caressed it lovingly with fingers and hand and let her lips encase the crown and her tongue lick it and her teeth graze it.
No dildo or plastic or vibrator or strap-on could do this for her and her need for what she was getting was, again, beyond what she thought was in her.
She opened her mouth and moved in and drew his hard moderately-sized but thick cock deep into he mouth where she tongued and scraped and swirled it.
She remembered right off when she heard the tell tale sounds and movements of a man about to yield to his need to cum. She did not let up as women who suck cock only because it's required in some way do.
She held tightly to Al's ass cheeks and upper thighs and sucked him hard until she felt his hot jism spit out into her mouth. She loved it, another difference with most women who suck cock. She loved the thickness, the heat, and she swallowed it gladly, only letting Al's cock from her mouth because his jism might otherwise choke her, and when she did of course his spitting cock covered her face which did not at all move away.
Brenda's claim about "only one" was of course blatantly false and as Al stepped away Ben removed her slacks, leaving her in her net brassier which held maybe 32AA breasts and a panty no different from what a little girl might wear.
With Ken's help they guided her to the bed and lay her back on it, her head going back off the edge.
Mort came up to her and she saw him upside down as he let his still flaccid cock go into her mouth. Shed could not get enough of the feel and taste of warm, real cock in her mouth, against her lips, felt by her fingers, and she slurped at him and sucked him until he was hard, his cock much large than Al's and more difficult to encompass fully with her mouth.
Her face still coated with Al's cum she reached her hands back to stroke Mort's balls while she continued to suck his cock or lick it as its hardness made it slip from her mouth.
Mort then lifted Brenda's head and she now saw Ken above her on the sofa and his really huge cock hard in anticipation and she worked at it as if it was the first and last she's ever see. Mort and Ken worked her this way, her mouth moving from one to the other with a hunger necessary to drive her as she was driven.
As Ken felt himself reaching climax he undid the hook between Brenda's brassier cups and opened them wide. He revealed what were almost non-existent breasts and that added excitement to Ken who began to spurt his jism all over her chest and face with her body clearly putting itself in position to get it all.
As Ken came to an end she felt Mort pull her head back and as she took him into her mouth he came, filling her mouth and throat as had Al and again overflowing onto her neck and face.
Only Frank was left still able to be hard and he already was of course.
He came to her on the sofa and she continued with him as she had with the other three until her face was thick with the cum of all four men.
Brenda lay on the sofa unaware that all had left, including Ben. She licked her lips of cum and felt it on her face and then became aware of someone wiping her face and talking to her with a comforting sound.
"It's good to do it, to have cock, be happy," she heard and looked to find a Black woman [probably in her 50s cleaning her face and chest and talking to her.
The washcloth was warm with warm water and felt good and Brenda somehow felt at ease with this total stranger looking after her.
"Did you cum?" the woman asked.
"No...but...it didn't matter. I...I needed cock," Brenda admitted openly.
The woman nodded. "My name is Nan, by the way."
"Brenda...and thank you. Did you see all that went on?"
"No but I Heard...from the bedroom. I take pleasure in hearing a woman taking sexual pleasure openly. Society wants a woman who feels as you...and I do...to be outcasts, sluts. I admit to being a sex slut and I'm glad there's a Ben to allow us."
Brenda nodded. "I only worry...."
"You are with a woman and feel you've been disloyal?"
"Yes," Brenda said.
"Sometimes you have to face being a slut and if your partner isn't comfortable with that...well...OK, I talk too much."
"No, Nan, not at all," Brenda said.
Nan went to get dry washcloth and came back with Brenda sitting up on the sofa and running her hands through her short cropped hair.
"I think you can put on your clothes," Nan said and Brenda nodded. She thanked Nan and left, heading home to Elaine with her thoughts about them and herself awash in what had happened.
Ben was a stranger but so was Brenda now to herself.