Dark Cyn: An FFM Story

A Minister’s Virgin Daughter, Two Friends, and One Sultry Secret! Cyn discovers that when it comes to friendship, sharing means caring.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

I stop and pause for a moment. “Tonight? What’s happening tonight?” I push my glasses further up my nose. I hate these glasses. They’re too big for my face, but my parents insist I wear them.

Although I’ll be twenty-four next month, they still feel it’s their duty to dictate every aspect of my life—what I eat, what I wear, and who my friends are. That’s the reason why they chose to homeschool me all my life. I even took my college courses online. There’s no room for outside influences in our Christian household.

I never thought it was fair because all the other girls in our church got to go to school together and hang out. I was never allowed to do any of that. Now that I’m older, they seem to give me more freedom. It’s not much, but at least I can hang out with Mary and her friends occasionally as long as my parents know where we’ll be and what we’ll be doing.

All the other girls think my upbringing is strange. Everyone assumes I’m younger than I am. I often get mistaken for the high school girls in our church. They are frequently shocked that I still live at home and need my parents’ permission to leave the house. What they don’t understand is my family isn’t like theirs. My parents brought me to this country thirteen years ago. Most immigrant parents are stricter on their children, never truly considering them adults until they’re married and have moved out. It has to be precisely in that order, too. I couldn’t move out unless I had a husband. If I moved out before marriage, I would be considered a disgrace to the family.

“You didn’t get the invitation?” Mary asks, glaring at her best friend, Thérèse.

Thérèse glares back. I guess she was in charge of ensuring I got my invitation to whatever it was. I know Thérèse doesn’t like me. She never did. I bet that’s the reason why I never received an invitation.

“To my Bachelor…” Mary begins.

“To prayer meeting.” Thérèse interrupts.

Mary looks at her with furrowed brows.

“We’re having a pre-wedding prayer meeting—just us girls. We would’ve invited you, but we know you have church duties on Friday nights.” Thérèse crosses her arms over her chest.

“I’d love to come,” I say. I hardly ever get invited anywhere. Sometimes, it’s just great to be included.

Thérèse scrunches up her nose. “You really don’t have to.”

I look to Mary. “If you want me to come, I’ll be there.”

Mary looks from Thérèse to me hesitantly. “I do want you to come, but…”

“Whatever.” Thérèse interrupts again. “Remember, it’s all on you,” she warns before walking away.

Mary turns to me. “I’m sorry, Cyn. I did invite you. I guess the invitation never made it to you.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I’d still like to be there.”

Mary looks around quickly. “Okay. I’ll text you the address. There might be some…” she hesitates, “people there you may not feel comfortable around. So, just…”

“It’s fine. I’m open to meeting new people.” I hate that everyone thinks I can’t handle certain things or be around certain people, all because my father is the minister of our church.

“Okay,” she says reluctantly. “I’ll see you tonight?”

I nod in agreement.

***

I slip on a knee-length gray pencil skirt and a white, three-quarter sleeve button down with beige embroidery around the collar. Checking my outfit in the mirror, I admire the way my skirt hugs my curves and accentuates the hips I’m often forced to hide. My parents would certainly have a heart attack if I didn’t. “Don’t tempt the young men,” my father would recite. “Your job is not to make it harder for them to resist temptation.”

I roll my eyes. How is that my job?

“Where are you going dressed like that?” My father’s raspy voice startles me. He’s standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. He looks me up and down, his upper lips curling up in disdain.

“Oh. Good evening, Pappy.” I hurry over to him to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, but he holds his palm up before I have a chance to greet him.

“I said where are you going dressed like that?”

I look down at my skirt. “Mary invited me to Bible study.”

       “And this is how you decide to dress to meet with our Lord and Savior? You look like a whore,” he sniffs.

“I’ll change,” I say hurriedly.  I don’t want to waste time arguing with him. Besides, I won’t win, anyway, so what’s the point?

What’s he doing home, anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be at the church?

I go to my closet and pull out a modest linen floor-length dress with bracelet sleeves. The dress is a muted lavender color and the ugliest thing I own, but it’s my father’s favorite. It comes with a sash belt, but my father prefers me not to wear it. My clothes should never touch my body.

“Much better. Now, where is this Bible study?”

“It’ll be at her house,” I lie. I don’t know where I’m going, but I won’t tell him that. Mary only texted me the address a few minutes ago.

       “How long will you be there?”

       “I…uh…I believe it’s a few hours.”

He opens his mouth to speak but is soon interrupted by my sister. She walks into my room and scrunches up her nose.

“Where you going?” She asks.

“Your sister is going to Bible study. Perhaps you’d like to go with her. God knows you need it,” my father snorts.

My sister, Tiernan, has always been her own woman. She never cared about what my parents thought, the opposite of me. She moved out several months ago but loves to visit occasionally. It’s not because she misses my parents or even likes them. She and my parents never got along. I think she only visits to irritate them.

Tiernan takes a step backward. “I’m good. Have fun at your Bible study.”

***

         “Thank you so much for coming.” Mary gives me a tight hug.

“Thanks for inviting me. It looks so pretty in here.” I look around the spacious room. Pink and gold balloons adorn the ceiling and walls. Rose gold balloons spell the word ‘BRIDE’ right above the fireplace. On the table are pink gift bags with white tissue paper hanging from the top. Beside them are mini bottles of drinks tied with pink ribbons. Why would we be drinking at Bible study?

I almost drop my Bible when I read the words on the banner attached to the table. ‘SAME PENIS FOREVER’. I stare in a catatonic stupor.

Mary turns to see what I’m staring at. She turns to face me. “I’m sorry. Thérèse lied to you. This is my bachelorette party. It’s not Bible study.”

I remain silent.

“Cyn. Are you upset? Are you okay to stay, or do you want to leave?”

I look at Mary. “I…I’m fine.” My voice squeaks on the last word.

“Okay. Cool. I’ll just put this somewhere safe for you. We won’t need it.” She takes my Bible and walks away with it, leaving me standing there in silent surprise.

Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have a television because my parents feared we’d see things we weren’t allowed to see. I’ve never seen a word like that so proudly displayed for everyone to see. Is this even appropriate? There are so many other girls here. No one seems bothered.

“You see? This is why I told you not to invite her. Now, she’s traumatized.” Thérèse’s voice grates my ears. I really don’t like her just as much as she doesn’t like me. Sometimes, it seems like she’s jealous that Mary choses to be nice to me—as if I was going to take her best friend away from her.

“Cut it out, Thérèse,” Mary chastises.

“I’m fine,” I assure them. “I was just…curious.”

“Wait till you see what’s coming next.” There is a cunning glint in Thérèse’s eyes.

“What’s coming next?”

Mary opens her mouth to speak, but it’s Thérèse who speaks up first.

“A stripper. Are you okay with that?” A cruel smile crosses her lips.

“Stripper?”

“You know, a guy who dances naked.”

“She knows what a stripper is, Thérèse.”

“Does she?” Thérèse cocks her head at me.

I chew on my lips.

Mary walks over to me and laces her arm in mine. “I’ve got you, girl. You’ll be fine.”

Will I? I’ve never been around a naked man before. What would my parents think if they knew I was here? They’d probably force me to rebaptize. I don’t think I’m prepared for this.

***

I thought my spot on the armchair in the corner of the room would make me invisible, but it hasn’t. The dark, muscular man’s eyes land on mine as he grinds his hips in Mary’s face.

The man is wearing a black cock-sock jockstrap. It offers minimal coverage in the front and the back. His whole behind is exposed.

I try to look away, but his lingering stare draws me back in.

I squeeze my thighs close. I suddenly have the urge to reach into my panties and stroke myself, something I’ve avoided doing since I was twelve when my father walked in on me doing it in my bed. I was the topic of many prayer meetings that year. After that, I was no longer allowed to close my bedroom door.

With his eyes still on mine, the man pulls off the only thing covering his erection. His dick springs to life.

I can’t look away. I need to look away. Why can’t I look away?

Mary grabs the base of his dick as he squirts a dollop of whipped cream on the tip. Mary wraps her lips around him and sucks off the whipped cream. All the women scream with excitement.

I gasp. Is this what women do before they get married? Would her future husband approve?

The man pulls out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffs Mary’s wrist behind the chair. She allows him to restrain her, her eyes hooded with desire.

I squeeze my legs tighter together.

He unbuttons her shirt, swaying his hips back and forth to the rhythmic music.

The women are whistling and catcalling.

I can’t do anything but watch. I should leave but I can’t make my legs move. Having this naked, very well-endowed man so close to me was making me feel things I’d never felt before.

After a few minutes of him dancing on Mary, brushing his dick up against her face, he removes the handcuffs. He gives a couple of other women lap dances before gathering his things and disappears to a back room.

Now that I’m no longer caught in a trance, I can finally move again. I should leave now.

I rise from my seat in the corner and head over to Thérèse.

“Hey, Thérèse. I’m going to leave. Do you know where Mary is? I wanted to say goodbye to her.”

Thérèse raises one eyebrow. “I’m surprised you stayed. I thought you’d be running out of here screaming with your Bible.”

The other women around her chuckle.

I look at the ground. “I…I…where’s the bathroom?” I ask because I really don’t know what else to say. I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my life.

“It’s down the hall,” one of the women answered. “Third door on the left.”

“Thanks.”

I was probably in the bathroom for a good fifteen minutes or so. I didn’t want to return and face those women’s snickers. I know how they see me. I know what they think of me. And they are actually correct. I am the minister’s daughter, a twenty-three-year-old virgin who has never had a boyfriend and spent most nights in Bible study. There are so many things I don’t know, and they always make it their mission to make me feel stupid. No guy has ever looked at me because I was always too plain to look at. So, yeah, I am everything they think I am.

I leave the bathroom and start to make my way down the hall, but a noise makes me freeze. Deep grunts are coming from the room adjacent to the bathroom. I know I should keep walking. It’s none of my business. I need to get home.

None of those thoughts matter because, before I know it, I am standing in the doorway of a darkened room. The stripper is sitting on the edge of the bed, his torso completely naked. Between his legs is…Mary?

Her head bobs up and down on his lap. Her back is facing me, but he sees me. His eyes lock on mine, and a cool grin decorates his lips.

I can’t help but stare. Look away. Look away. But I don’t.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice is smooth and baritone. This man can seduce anyone with that voice. “If you want a better look, come closer.”

Why am I walking toward them? I should be walking away from them. What am I doing?

“Good girl. Now sit beside me.” He pats the spot beside him on the bed.

I no longer have control of my body because I’m actually sitting.

He places his hand on my thigh. A surge of electricity shoots up my body.

My eyes are on Mary. She runs her tongue along the length of his shaft before wrapping her lips around it. She moans around his girth.

He’s watching me. I can feel him watching me, but I can’t look at him.

His hand rubs up and down my thigh. I squeeze my thighs shut. He pries them apart and slips his hand between my thighs again. I gasp.

“Relax.” He drawls out the word.

I hold my breath. No one has ever touched me like this before.

Mary lifts her head. She stands up, walks over to me, and kneels before me.  “I know how to help her relax.”

She places her hand on my knees and pushes my legs apart.

“Wh…what…?” I sputter.

“Shh….” Mary holds a finger to her lips. “It’s okay. Just relax,” she croons. “Maverick, help her lie back for me.”

The man, who I now know as Maverick, gently pushes me down onto the bed.

I can feel Mary’s hand slip under my dress, up my thigh, and into my panties. She feels around, slowly letting her hand glide over my clit and my opening.

My thoughts tumble over each other. What am I doing? What is happening? Is this right? What if my parents find out?

My heart pounds. It’s like a swarm of bees buzzing uncontrollably in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn’t be here. I have to go home. This is wrong.

Something wet and warm touches my clit. I gasp in shock. It feels so good.

Maverick caresses my checks, his eyes never leaving mine. “How does that feel?”

I open my mouth to speak, but words fail me.

Mary moans between my legs. “She tastes so good.”

Her tongue finds my clit and sucks. I can’t help it. I let out a loud moan.

“I think she likes it,” Maverick says.

Mary giggles between my legs.

“Do you want to see her eat your pussy, sweet girl?” Maverick pushes my dress up to my breast. He forces me to sit and pulls my dress over my head.

Mary’s tongue never leaves my pussy.

It’s only now that I realize I’m not wearing any underwear. I’m not sure when she took it off. I sit there with only a bra, but it’s not for long. Maverick reaches behind me and unhooks my bra.

I cross my arms over my bare breast. I blush, wishing I could disappear. I don’t want him to see my body. What if he thinks I’m disgusting?

Maverick pulls my arms down. “Don’t cover them up. I want to see them.”

“I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Maverick leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks on one and then the other. “I want to see you like this.” He comes up and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “You are beautiful, and I want to see every part of you.”

“You…think I’m beautiful,” I stammer.

He kisses me again. “So beautiful.”

Warmth spreads through my body.

“Now watch how she eats that beautiful pussy of yours.”

I look down at Mary between my legs. Mary flattens her tongue and lays it on top of my entire pussy. She holds it there briefly, her eyes locking on mine. Without breaking eye contact with me, she closes her lips and drags them up and down my pussy.

I moan. This is so surreal.

“Start opening up that pussy for me,” Maverick instructs.

What? What does he mean by that?

Before I can say anything, I feel Mary’s finger gently sliding into my opening. Her warm tongue parts the folds of my pussy. I arch my back and begin to lose control.

Maverick plunges his tongue down my throat while Mary slowly licks up one side of my pussy, then the other. Her finger probes further into my opening.

My moans turn to whimpers.

While Maverick’s tongue wrestles with mine, Mary removes her finger and replaces it with her tongue. Then, her finger is inside of me again, along with her tongue.

I’m begging now, although I’m unsure what I’m begging for.

“Yes, sweet girl,” Maverick croons against my lips. “Let yourself go.”

As if my body was waiting for permission, I feel like something is building inside me. All the muscles in my body become rigid.

Mary keeps her pace and position, but every second, she increases the pressure on my pussy.

I feel like I’m losing my mind. I feel like I’m going to pee. I don’t want to pee in her mouth. I want to tell her to stop, but I can’t. My body explodes as a wave of electricity flows through my body. It’s like an avalanche. I can’t stop shaking. It feels amazing. I realize, at this moment, this is something I’ll need regularly.

***

A couple of weeks after that exceptional night, things are back to normal—well, sort of. I’m supposed to be helping my parents with tonight’s Bible study, but all I can think about is that night.

Every night, my hand finds my clit under the covers as I think about Mary's tongue on my pussy and Maverick’s tongue in my mouth. My bedroom door remains open every night, but I’ve mastered being quiet while my parents sleep down the hall.

I watch Mary as she holds hands with her new husband. They are back from their honeymoon, and everyone flocks around them, all eager to know about their honeymoon. Her eyes land on mine before quickly looking away.

We haven’t spoken since that night. I’m sure she’s been busy being a wife, but I desperately want to talk to her. Although I’m nervous, she’s the only one I would talk to about this. I mean, she’s already seen me at my most vulnerable.

My whole body tingles when I think back to that night. The way they both made me feel wanted was something I desperately longed to feel again. But she’s married now. Her husband wouldn’t like that. I can’t talk to her. I can’t bring it up again. And I can’t ask her for her help.

“So, how are you?” I look over to see Mary sitting beside me. I didn’t notice when she walked over. I really need to stop getting lost in my thoughts.

“Hey,” I say, my hand trembling as I fidget with my fingers.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” she whispers.

I look at her. “Can I…can I talk to you? In private?” My fingers incessantly twirl the hem of my skirt.

Mary smiles at me. “Sure.” She stands up and takes my hand. Mary leads me to an empty room. She closes the door behind us. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

I shift from one foot to the other. You can do this. Just ask her. 

“Cyn.”

My eyes snap to hers.

“Just ask me.”

“You.” I take a deep breath. “You can’t tell anyone.”

Mary takes my hand in hers. “It’s fine, Cyn. Ask me.”

“I…I was wondering if…” I pause. “That night, at your party.” I take quick, uneasy breaths. “I saw how you look…you know…down there, and I was wondering if you can help me…shave.”

Since Mary’s bachelorette party, I’ve been thinking about how I didn’t look like her. She was smooth and clean, while my pussy was covered in thick, black hair. I had more hair than the stripper, and it made me feel like I was different. I’m tired of feeling so different from everyone else.

“Shave?”

“Y…yes. I…you don’t have hair down there and…” I bite my lips. “I want mine to look like yours.”

Mary comes closer to me and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Cyn. You have a beautiful pussy.”

“I just want it to look…normal.”

“It is normal. But if you want me to help you, I will. I’ll help you with anything you need. You’re my friend. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” I say, relieved.

***

My eyes widen when Mary’s husband opens the door of their two-story home. I assumed her husband wouldn't be there since Mary told me to meet her at her house.

“Hey, Cyn.” He pushes the door open wide for me. “Babe, Cyn’s here,” he yells out. “Please come in.”

I reluctantly step inside the home. Mary stands at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, girl. Come upstairs.”

I look at her husband. Does he know why I’m here?

“Ya’ll want something to drink?” he asks with a friendly smile. He’s looking at me.

“Um…no. I’m fine,” I reply.

“Okay, cool. Let me know if you change your mind,” he says casually.

I follow Mary up the stairs and into their master bedroom. A white towel is spread out neatly on the bed. Two razors, a small pair of shears, and a bottle of what looks like oil sit on the nightstand.

“Are you ready?”

I look at her. “Your husband is here.”

“I know. He lives here.” She smirks.

“But…” I look at the open door.

“Girl, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Julius is good. Don’t worry about him. Now, take your underwear off so we can get started.”

“Can you close the door first?”

“Sure.” Mary walks over to the door and pushes it shut.

I lift my dress and pull my panties down.

“The dress might get in the way. You should take it off so it doesn't get messy.”

“Okay.” The last thing I want is to have to explain a stain on my dress to my parents. Yes, I choose to be a woman now, but only secretly. I don’t have the courage to assert my independent womanhood in their faces yet.

I pull the dress over my head. I’m naked except for my bra.

Mary's eyes roam my body. “You have an amazing body, Cyn. Too bad it’s always hidden.”

“Thanks.” My cheeks flush, and I give her an awkward smile. Will I ever get used to hearing that?

“Okay, lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”

I do as instructed, feeling very exposed. A cool breeze caresses my pussy.

Mary crouches down between my legs. “Don’t move, okay. I don’t want to hurt this beautiful pussy.”

Her hands stroke my pussy, and I tremble.

“Sorry. I’ll try to stay still,” I apologize.

“It’s okay. I haven’t started yet.” She strokes each of my pussy lips individually before moving to my clit. “You’re so wet down here, you know that?”

All I can do is moan. I’m trying desperately not to enjoy it, but this is almost too much. The anticipation alone, knowing my pussy was going to be naked and exposed so close to Mary’s mouth again, was enough to set me off.

A stinging slap on my pussy makes me yelp.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl,” she teases.

Mary grabs the shears and begins to crop the hairs on my pussy close to the skin. She then lathers me up with the oil, her fingers making small circles on my mound. Once she’s done, she takes a firm hold of my lips and begins shaving. I’m trying so hard not to move when all I want to do is thrust my pussy into her mouth.

She shaves me in silence as I try to think of anything else but her hands on my pussy.

“Girl, your pussy keeps getting wetter. You’re making me wet.”

So much for keeping my thought pure because all I can think of now is how her pussy feels and tastes.

“All done,” Mary announces. She hands me a mirror.

I look down at my clean-shaven pussy. It’s amazing what all that hair was hiding. A small mole sits on my mound. My clit is puffier than it was before. It peeks out from between my lips.

“Thank you. It’s…beautiful.”

“You did a great job, babe,” a husky male voice comes from the doorway.

I close my legs to the sound of Mary’s husband’s voice. Didn’t she lock the door? I drop the mirror and cover my breasts.

“It’s okay. He was there the whole time. He’s already seen everything,” Mary confesses with a giggle.

“What?” Why hadn’t I seen him standing in the doorway? Was he watching his wife fondle my pussy?

His eyes burn with desire. “I know what you did with my wife at the bachelorette party.”

My eyes widen, and I look at Mary in horror.

A sweet smile adorns her face. “It’s fine,” she reassures. “He won’t tell anyone.”

Maybe someone should tell her he’s the one she should’ve kept it from. I look back and forth between Mary and her husband.

“You know,” Mary says, spreading my legs apart. “He loves the taste of pussy. He’s really good at it, too. He taught me everything I know.” Her fingers run up and down the length of my pussy.

“Babe, you should show her.” She turns to me. “Would you like him to show you?” Her finger rubs my clit, and a moan escapes me. “I think she wants you to show her.”

“I’d be happy to.” Her husband crosses the room and crouches down between my legs. All I can do is stare.

My pussy so desperately wants this, but I know I shouldn’t. He’s my friend’s husband.

His rough hands push my legs apart even further. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet, babe. I think I’m going to drown in this pussy.”

His fingers part my lips. He blows softly into my open, dripping wet pussy. The cool breeze feels heavenly. I just want him to bury his face in my pussy. He pushes two fingers forward so that they are on either side of my clit.

I moan softly.

He slips his fingers up, running them across my lips before dipping a finger slightly inside me.

“Be careful with her,” Mary warns. “She’s a virgin.”

“Shit, babe. You shouldn’t have said that. Now, I need to have that pussy soaking my cock.”

His tongue laps at my pussy. Finally. My clit throbs. I need this. Just when I’m about to explode in his mouth, he stops.

I look at him, horrified. “Why’d you stop?” My own voice startles me. Did I just ask him that?

He chuckles. “Greedy girl. Don’t worry. You’re gonna get so much of me tonight; you’ll be begging me to stop.”

He hooks his fingers to the waist of his pants and pulls them down. His hard cock is pointing straight at me. He climbs onto the bed beside me and lies down on his back.

“Babe, help her up here,” he instructs Mary. “I want my face buried in that pussy.”

I look at Mary, who is looking at me with a smile. “Climb onto his face.”

“What?”

“He wants you to sit on his face like this.” Mary pulls her shirt over her head. She’s completely naked. I stare at her perfect, taut breast and her perfect pussy. She’s so beautiful.

She places her leg on either side of his head and places her pussy on his waiting mouth.

“Just like this,” she says through a moan.

She rises and sits beside me.

I stare at him. He’s lying there completely naked. His toned chest is heavily tattooed to the point where hardly any skin is showing. He’s definitely not a man I would ever bring home to my parents.

“Go on,” Mary urges. “He won’t bite too hard.”

I move to the head of the bed. I straddle her husband's face, positioning myself the way Mary demonstrated. I slowly lower myself until my pussy connects with his lips. He groans beneath me, and the vibrations send me reeling.

“Hold on tight, babe, and ride his face,” Mary encourages me. She straddles her husband’s torso, facing me. “Just lean on me.” She pulls me into her.

I rest my arms on her shoulders for balance.

“You’re doing such a great job. Let him taste your ass. Smother him with your sweet pussy.”

Mary’s husband’s face is absorbed into the crevices of my pussy. I can feel his nose poking my asshole.

“It feels nice,” I moan.

Mary rubs my back. “Take as much as you need. He loves the taste of your pussy.”

His tongue laps at my clit, causing me to moan. I push myself down into him. I need more.

His sucks and licks become more intense. He extends his tongue and licks around my pussy. I can feel my wetness get more intense with each stroke of his tongue. I move back and forth, only allowing him the briefest of breaths as he devours my pussy, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I can see his dick harden even more over Mary’s shoulder.

I lick my lips at the site of that massive cock. Liquid pools at the tip, causing it to glisten. I wonder what that tastes like.

“I want to taste you, too,” Mary announces.

With that, she scoots down her husband’s body and lowers her head to my pussy.

The second her tongue connects with my pussy; I feel like I’m going to pass out. My thighs tremble. Two tongues on my pussy is an experience I can’t even describe.

“Oh, God.” I can’t remain quiet. My whole body is on fire.

Mary’s tongue flicks up and down my clit as her husband penetrates my opening with his tongue.

To think I’ve missed out on this feeling for so many years.

Mary lifts her head and leans in close to my face. “You should taste yourself.”

Before I have a minute to process her words, she kisses me. Her lips are soft with a very faint, sweet taste. She licks my lips before pulling away.

“Would you like to taste me?” She asks.

I nod. I do want to taste her. I want to make her feel how she and her husband are making me feel.

She pulls my glasses off and sits them on the nightstand beside the bed. She lifts me off her husband’s face. Licking his lips, he sits up, his face coated in my juices.

Mary takes his place on the bed, lying on her back. She spreads her legs open, exposing her pink pussy. It’s drenched with her own juices.

Her husband comes over to me and pushes my head between Mary’s legs. “Let me see you taste her.”

I am so close to her pussy. I stare at it in a trance. Her lips are slightly parted, and I can see her glistening inner lips. I’ve never admired another woman like this—to be so close to such an intimate place. I’m mere inches from Mary’s pussy, and it’s intoxicating.

Reaching out, I stroke her. It’s warm and soft. I run a finger from the bulge of her clit down to her wet slit. Mary spreads her legs further apart, and I watch as her pussy blossoms open even more. All that soaking wet folds of flesh in my face for me to devour. I want to taste it.

Before this, I’d never imagined going down on a woman. Now, that’s all I can think about.

I push my tongue forward into Mary’s opening and lick up and down her inner lips. Her back arches off the bed as she lets out a loud moan. Although I’ve never done this before, it seems so natural to me—as natural as exploring my own pussy.

Mary spreads her legs even further apart. She moans as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. I taste the tang of her juices on my tongue. I lean in and take her clit into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then slowly increasing the intensity.

Mary’s hand grabs my hair and pushes me deeper into her. She bucks her hips. “Fuck, Cyn. You’re going to make me cum.” She grinds herself against my face.

I love the feel of Mary’s soft, wet pussy against my lips. I continue to explore with my tongue. I search for the entrance to my friend’s pussy. I find it and push my tongue as far inside as I can. My upper lip is pressed against Mary’s clit.

Her husband’s hand strokes my head. “That’s a good girl. Make my wife cum in your mouth.”

I bob my head up and down as I penetrate her pussy with my tongue. My lip pushes against Mary’s clit with each stroke. Mary moans loudly as she thrashes on the bed. Her damp thighs squeeze my head. She reaches down, grabs the back of my head, and fists my hair. She pulls my face deeper into her pussy as she lets out a loud cry.  Her thighs clamp even tighter around my head, and her body begins to spasm out of control.

Still shaking from the aftermath of her intense orgasm, Mary releases my hair and falls back onto the bed. She is bathed in sweat, and her chest rises and falls rapidly.

I rest my head on her upper thigh between her outstretched legs and languidly lick the juices dripping from Mary’s engorged pussy.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Mary’s husband’s voice is low and desperate.

I sit up and look between the two of them. “What do we do now?” I ask, eager to find out. I want this to last all night. As a matter of fact, can we stay here for the rest of our lives?

“Now…” he begins. His hand gently massages my butt. “You get my cock inside you.”

My lips form a mute O.

“Remember, babe. She’s never had a cock inside her before. Be gentle,” Mary reminds him.

“Is that what you want, baby girl? You want me to be gentle?” He leaves a soft trail of kisses along my neck and collarbone. “Or do you want to be fucked like a whore?”

“Like a whore,” I say breathily, unable to catch my breath.

“You heard her. She wants me to fuck her like a whore.”

He pulls my legs toward him, forcing me to fall back.

Mary sits up and positions herself at my head. She lifts my head and props it on her lap between her spread legs. “It will hurt,” she warns. “But I’ve got you, babe. Just relax.”

I’m relaxed. I’m so ready for this. I never thought my first time would be with my friend’s husband while my head rests between her spread legs, but sometimes life gives you exactly what your body craves. And, right now, I crave this more than anything in the world.

Mary’s husband grips his dick and strokes the soft flesh against my inner thigh. My pussy pulsates with anticipation.

“The good thing is that she’s soaked. I won’t have any issues burying my cock deep inside this delicious virgin pussy.” He parts my lips with his fingers.

Mary strokes my hair. I can feel the warmth of her pussy on the nape of my neck. It radiates heat. It’s so relaxing.

He inserts the tip of his finger between my pussy lips and strokes. Slipping a finger into my opening, he uses his thumb to massage my clit. “Such a sweet pussy,” he croons.

He pushes his finger deeper inside me. I let out a small cry. I lift my pelvis off the bed to meet his thrusts.

“Yes. More,” I beg.

Mary’s husband chuckles. “Oh, I’ll give you more. I told you before you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“I’ll never beg you to stop,” I breathe. “I don’t want you to ever stop.”

Mary laughs. “She’s a greedy one, babe. Who would’ve known Ms. Holy was such a nasty whore.”

Each time they call me a whore, my pussy drips. I love being their whore.

Mary’s husband moves to my head. His dick bobs close to my mouth.

“Get it wet for me,” he demands.

I reach up and grasp his hard dick. The skin is velvety soft, not what I imagined it would feel like. Liquid pools at the head. I use my thumb and stroke the smooth head of his dick, smearing his wetness all over his head. His dick is so thick I can barely grasp it fully.

He places his hand over mine and gently moves my hand up and down his shaft.

I look up at his face. He’s staring straight into my eyes, his eyes brimming with desire and desperation.

“Yes, baby girl. Stroke it just like that.”

I continue stroking. I lift his dick slightly to examine the big mass of skin dangling beneath.

“Put my balls in your mouth and suck on it.”

Without hesitation, I do as I’m told. I open my mouth and take his massive sack into my mouth. I move them around with my tongue.

He moans loudly.

Popping them out of my mouth, I move up and lick the tip of his dick. The salty liquid hits my tongue, causing me to moan in delight. I take more of his dick in my mouth. I can only take half of it down my throat before I start gagging.

Both Mary and her husband begin to laugh.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Pretty soon, you’ll be taking his whole dick down your throat like a pro.”

I will? Does that mean we’ll do this again? The thought excites me.

He pulls out of my mouth and positions himself between my legs again. Mary’s husband’s dick touches my pussy lips. I watch his face as he teases my opening with his velvety head.

“Just relax,” Mary says in a comforting tone. She strokes my hair.

He pushes his way in very slowly at first. I feel myself opening wider. This is different from his finger. The finger was nothing but pleasure. This is…intrusive.

The pain is sharp at first, but soon, it just feels like pressure. He pushes in even further, and my body tenses up.

Mary leans forward and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. My body instantly relaxes.

Mary’s husband moves slowly in and out of my pussy. It feels like I’m being slowly filled. My pussy is getting a really good stretch. The tension slowly fades away, and I feel myself opening up for him. It’s like I finally found the right key to unlock the door to my pleasure.

I moan as I feel him sliding in and out of my soaked pussy.

He grabs my hips and thrusts into my pelvis harder and faster.

I yelp in surprise.

“You can take it, baby girl. This is what you wanted—to be fucked like a whore.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I want it.”

He thrust deeper into me.

Mary takes my nipple between her thumb and index finger, massaging one and then the other.

Did I die and go to heaven?

Just when I feel myself nearing an orgasm, he pulls out of me.

“No,” I protest.

He chuckles. “Get that ass in the air for me.”

A moment’s hesitation causes a slap to land on my thigh.

“Now, whore!”

In another reality, I would’ve been appalled at being called a whore. But, right now, in this moment, I crave hearing it. Something about being degraded and being submissive to him—to both of them—gets my pussy wet. All I want to do is be their good little girl.

I get up on my knees and elbows, spread my legs, and arch my back. I push my ass up and outward toward him.

Mary flips over and crawls beneath me. Lying on her back, her swollen pussy is directly in my face, and her head is between my spread thighs.

I suck in a lung full of Mary’s intoxicating aroma. I lower my head onto her waiting pussy and suck on her clit.

Behind me, her husband pushes his cock into me. This position doesn’t feel quite like it did when I was on my back. I felt a lot more open and relaxed then. When he pushes in this time, there is more intense pressure than before, but it’s also more satisfying. His dick pushes past my opening, and I feel my pussy clamp around his shaft.

I continue to suck Mary’s pussy. I moan my pleasure when I feel her wet tongue touch the tip of my clit.

Mary’s husband is fully inside me now. He holds it there, letting me adjust to his size as he strokes my ass. Suddenly, he pulls out to the tip and slams back into me, forcing my entire face to press against my friend’s pussy. My lips are now buried between the lips of her plump, wet pussy. They spread across my open lips. It’s as if she’s swallowing me whole—or I’m swallowing her whole.  

With his dick entirely inside me, the teasing brush of his balls against my clit, and Mary’s tongue lapping at my pussy, my body is on fire. My moans are muffled by Mary’s pussy covering my mouth.

His pounding causes my head to slide up and down her slit. I stick out my tongue and lick my friend. His dick slams into me with so much force that my face is pushed right into Mary again, and my tongue rams deep into her pussy hole.

“A-Ah! Mmmm…” Mary moans.

Her husband lets out a low grunt behind me.

My body is slick with sweat. It settles on my skin like the dew on morning grass. My heart pounds in my chest. A massive flood of adrenaline shoots through me like a drug. I’ve never felt so alive, yet this feels like a dream.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of sex and the smell of our arousal.

As his dick pistons in and out of me, my tongue pistons in out of Mary’s sweet pussy.

He pulls out of me all the way before slamming back into me again. His huge dick stretches the walls of my pussy. The feel of a dick inside me is one of the best things I’ve ever experienced.

Soft hands massage my ass before spreading my cheeks apart. This creates a whole new sensation for me.

Mary takes my clit in her mouth and sucks.  Her husband’s body slams into mine with each thrust. I am so close.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan.

Mary’s husband lets out a deep guttural sound behind me, followed by several sharp thrusts. I can feel his dick pulsate inside me.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he announces.

That’s all I need to push me over the edge. My body tenses, and my eyes roll back into my head. I cum harder than I’ve ever come in my life. Mary continues to suck on my clit while I come causing my body to spasm way out of control.

My face is buried in Mary’s pussy as I try to control my spasms. Her body tightens up, and she uses her thighs to pull me deeper into her. She lets out a moan, which increasingly gets louder as her own orgasm consumes her.

Her orgasmic ecstasy brings me over the edge again, and I cum a second time.

Warm liquid leaks down my thigh. Together, the three of us grunt and groan until we all collapse on the bed, drenched in sweat and our juices.

“That was amazing, Cyn. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Mary smiles at me flirtatiously.

“Me, neither,” I confess.

I’m nestled between Mary and her husband. My body aches, but it’s a good ache. I’m facing Mary on the bed.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” I say to her, my eyes growing heavy.

Mary caresses my cheeks. She looks over my head to her husband. “Can we keep her, babe?”

He pulls me into him until his dick is pressed against my ass. “We can definitely keep her. She’ll be our toy. Would you like that, baby girl?” He croons in my ear.

“Yes, please,” I say as I close my eyes. “Let me be your dirty little whore.”

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