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Kamilla's nice obsession aside, Laura and I continued to see Cindy. We became even closer as we shared past stories and fantasies. She would be a willing third party in many occasions, and never tired of making us happy. She learned about the Kamilla adventure from us, from our stories and fantasies, and, of course, her curiosity grew. She made us show her the videos online, over and over. She begged for precise descriptions, so vivid that they would make her wet; and us too. She became smitten (obsessed?) with the idea of Kamilla. What attracted her? As with all, it's the cock, bitch! She wanted to hear, again and again, like a child that tires not of her favorite story, how it slowly grew thick and hard, how large her swollen glans felt, how it had penetrated each of our two asses. Laura would be quite a sport retelling the event, telling more about my experience that hers really. But she acknowledged that while our sex partners had been incredible, the sore asses we got after Kamilla fucking us deep kept us in check for a few days, immobile in each other's arms, breasts and hips pressed together, even hard cocks side by side, and in love, but with our assess way out of the way. They were in quarantine. I really did not want Laura's cock inside me. She did not want me inside her. And in this our anal drought was Cindy with wishes to emulate what we had felt. So it was not a problem for Laura and me to take turns on Cindy, who despite our best humping streaks, deep in her ass, did not feel she was getting the drift of what we were telling her about the sex with Kamilla, that is, the sensations of full incursion deep inside us of Kamilla's thick cock which we reminisced to much as an invisible oh so important central spirit. So we felt we had to adapt. It was not enough for each of us to play as Kamilla would, just saying those enticing things while not such a huge cock pumped in and out (Cindy was just feeling our well known cocks). My cock was larger than Laura's but way smaller than Kamilla's. And Cindy knew that (otherwise why the fuss for more cock?). So I decided to enhance my cock; I would give her the Kamilla sensation. I got myself a penis extension and a couple of inches were added on to my cock. But mostly I needed to increase my girth. How much? Was it to be trial and error? Cindy would know I thought... but no, I did not want it to be so artificial a solution. I went for the thickest, where, like in Kamilla's case, my hand could not wrap the engrossed shaft. Heck, we would know by her reaction to my very first penetration with the mock cock. I frankly went slightly overboard, enhancing my cock to a size I thought slightly larger than Kamilla; it sure looked grotesque I thought. Laura made a huge grin in her face when she saw the final result, which she helped wrap. She stood up, moved a few feet away, naked as I was and I saw her cock starting to react as much as she had: she stared at my groin and simply said: "I want that too".
Simone was hardening with my love in that dark restroom, once she had decided, or I had convinced her by the continuous incursions of my hand into her groin, to give her cock a chance to be one more vehicle to her pleasure (she had been unjustly putting all the burden on her small tits, puffy nipples, and dark anus --very unfair!). I sensed a feeling of victory, because I had been trying to entice Simone to include her cock in our conversations and in our physical sessions. Despite that I had had brief hand encounters with it, hovering and softly touching her groin, and I had been able to feel that it did actually work, sensing a certain degree of gradual stiffening; this was my first direct encounter with it. "I'm hardening for you", she said in a surprised voice. "Yes...it is getting very hard... and you are beautifully long" I said... "I will make sure it gets harder so that you can get deep inside me". So my hand was not enough... I needed to suck and eat her. So I dropped to my knees to start having her in my mouth and down my throat. I mean, her cock was not extraordinary in size, as it fit nicely, balls and all, in my mouth with her tip reaching slightly the back of my palate. But its fascination came from the fact that it was not a streetwise cock, or, more to the point, an asswise cock, or so she had been telling me. Here I was nurturing a young cock with no experience, indeed a cock underestimated by her owner; a cock that has lain dormant until I came along. She was very hard now and she was oozing some cum in the back of my throat. I could see her face from down there, and I noticed a certain air of surprise. At what exactly, I thought? At the pleasure she was feeling? At how hard she could get? At how did it feel to her to be hard and stick it in a woman's mouth? In a few minutes I would stop sucking her, and I hoped that she would have reached that state where she could not stop pumping and humping with her hard cock. I sensed an urgency: she went from feebly pushing her hips into me to a increasingly battering and stronger pushing hips... she was starting to have a more enthusiastic mood, as she cruised forward sliding her shaft in my mouth. I hoped that she would yearn to continue pumping because I was leaving her cock; she was very horny now. I hoped that she would feel "sucking withdrawal", not later, not tomorrow but now. I was ready, very ready, to continue to suck her, but from behind. That is, suck her within my butt this time. I was already warmed up back there. I had been playing with my hands on my ass (hardly giving any attention to my hardening dick; he was not playing this time). Some wet finger had started to slide in; then two, deeper; then three, to be on the safe side, and for now, waiting for Simone, to give me pleasure. I had fingered patiently, concentrating in hardening Simone. Wanting some of her precum in my mouth, which I used on my fingers, and them some more. I could feel now a steady drip flowing from her cock which mixed with my abundant saliva. Yes, more wetness for my fingers and my ass. I had now four fingers inside, easily in, passed the second knuckle and there was room for more. Enough already. I was ready. She was ready. I was counting on the "sucking withdrawal" to kick in immediately, in the short time I left her shaft, stood up and I turned around. I put one hand on the wall, while the other lifted my short skirt with a couple of fingers and pulled my right ass open with the others, exposing my wet and enlarged asshole. Would that sight be enough? My balls were retracted; my hard dick was upright on my stomach, a clear view and no distractions. Would she get the message? Would she understand that her dick inside me meant more, tighter, sucking? Would I have to grab her cock and pull her towards me? I would only wait a few seconds because I wanted to be filled now.
PS 12. If my cock does not work any longer I would remove it. No hesitation. I could not live with a cock that cannot get hard and fuck. I would prefer to have a big clit made from my large glans, some puffy outer labia and some butterflyish and meaty inner labia. I would like my wife fucking me with her dildo. Heck, I would get her a nice strap on. I wonder how deep in would be?