XXXVII
Yes...Laura and I noticed that while Cindy was very keen on being our girl, on getting on her fours, and loved to have us inside her, she was getting more and more into foreplay positions in which she was the top. And while mentally that may have satisfied her, without a penis of her own she was missing on the physical part of the sensation of actually penetrating us from behind as we did her. So we talked about it Laura and I and we decided to give her a dildo that she could use with us. And while we worried about the size it could end up having, we decided that she should choose it. It was only fair: I was doing Laura and Laura was doing me with our natural cocks; Cindy was doing none of us expect with her mouth. So very coyly a few weeks into our relationship we suggested to her that we would be welcoming if she wanted to have a cock to play. Her face just lit! "Really girls? I have been wishing a lot I could have one to make you both happy... but I did not have the guts to ask." I reacted "Oh no Cindy, it is us who should have asked you earlier... So say tonight we meet at the sex shop on 17th and you can choose your own. Does that sound good?" She was really happy. She started telling us about girl's cocks that she was fascinated with, all of them found browsing online. We were the first real ones she had savored. And while she constantly told us how beautiful our cocks were she did think of other girls she had seen on webcams who had helped her these last years to fulfill her fantasies at home. "Oh that happens to us too: we have some favorites which we watch constantly," I said. "Do you know Kamilla?" she asked. "She really makes me hot". "No, we don't baby, Tell us about her..." So Cindy started telling how she was fond of this Latina girl called Kamilla. "I've dreamed of hold her soft, uncut, very think, and very dark cock in my hand. Now, when she gets erect she is just huge with the cock showing a reddish bulbous head and the shaft taking on a lighter color. I have followed her for a long time during which she has clearly had body jobs, I think. I wish I could touch her for real to check. At some point, her boobs were really huge... not that attractive really, but I was really mesmerized with her cock. Recently, she has reduced them; they are still large with dark nipples but she is not showing them online as she did the larger ones. I wonder why? Then, I think she has had some bottom enhancements because they are really bulbous and large... then she has these tattoos on the back thighs..." Laura and I giggled, we knew who it was..."Oh yes, ribbon knots! We love her... she is really hot, and those ejaculations! So much sperm, so many spasms, and how high it flies!" Then I said, graciously and with a smile "No way you are getting a cock Kamilla's size, baby. Not in me." Laura smiled mischievously.
I had invited my neighbor down for Yoga. I had given her the rose. I had written in a note that I was very attracted to her. All three things in one go; I did not care if I was presumptuous, too fast, or that I would get rejected. After my second ejaculation which coincided with her final gasps as she was been filled by her companion, I managed to bathe the rose with an incredibly full, thinner than usual and slightly transparent load; it was the second one after all the antics of my neighbor had lasted for about an hour. Now the sperm on the rose had dried after flowing into the slits between petals and had managed to cover a great deal of the flower. I was amazed at how it looked, the glazed pink rose for my girl. She came down an early morning two days after. I was eagerly expecting her: we had arranged the meeting verbally speaking from our outdoor areas; we still could not see each other full at all. It was the first time I had seen her full-bodied and close and it was a strange effect: I already knew so much of her body and how she reacted in such intimate lovemaking moments. I wonder how much of the same things she actually had grasped about me. But there was still so much to discover. I had prepared the yoga mats, the low-dimming lights in the room and the music was on; some hot green tea was ready if she wanted to stay after Yoga. I really pretended to have a full Yoga session as I had promised. As she entered my place she smiled and I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She was not surprised. She continued smiling as she checked the room with its dim light and scarce furniture. Most of the decoration was on the walls with colorful batik textiles and cushions on the floor. I was also burning some incense; I think the atmosphere I had created was ideal for Yoga. "Come, let's sit," I said extending my hand to her but no expecting her to hold it. Really, only with my fingertips I led towards the mats, and we stood facing each other; we would start in Mountain, fully exposed to each other, all our details to be mutually observed in out tight bras and leggings. So here she was, my mysterious neighbor, open to me now: slightly shorter than me, thinner, and somewhat larger breasts. Her hips were narrower and I perceived a rather flat bum. We cannot pretend to have women's bodies; we are lucky if we have feminine ones... and then there is ways to change a few things. Short of surgery, as in the case of Kamilla's tremendous butt, I did develop a bit more muscle mass in my cheeks with Yoga (Laura had a good bum since childhood and Yoga kept it toned); I was quite happy with mine and my neighbor, her name is Lisa, seemed to agree with her eyes when I started showing her, in profile, the subtle movement of the hips forwards and back and settling into a neutral stance where the butt protruded lightly. She had removed her shirt and remained in her sports bra. I was not saying much as I looked at her a bit mesmerized: she looked really cool, and her leggings did a good job at pressing her crotch backward... as did mine. Here we were, two special girls hiding at each other our special parts. I was hoping that the routine I had prepared, a first for her, new to Yoga, would not ignite those erotic feelings and, of course, that she would not sense them this soon in her Yoga adventure. Then, as we were sitting, she crossed her arms over her chest to remove her bra... Oh, girl...