He has this cousin, E, with whom he had grown together. They are both straight, but if I understood correctly they had some gay experience in their early teens. They would often sleep together and masturbate each other while speaking about girls.
E was in our town for work for a month or so and D was spending his weekends in my bed. He several times joked that he would call E to help him with the tigress I was (I wasn't really, just a very erotic girl who was very ,I've in love) and I would tease him saying that the more the merrier. I didn't mean it but after a few orgasms (I am very multiorgasmic) I get into that almost out of body experience where everything seems possible and enjoyable.
But one day he did call him. It was late morning and we had been playing in bed for. a long time. I was kind of exhausted, but also elated by all those orgasms and the whole room smelled good of sex. You know, those moments when you just rest in bed, with a big smile on your face, thinking of everything that has happened and has made you feel the queen of the world.
"E, I have a nice surprise for you. I want to introduce you to Flora. Take a shower and come over. Here is the address". Then, to me: "Go and prepare yourself for the visit".
I didn't really believe that he had actually spoken to someone on the phone but I ran to the bathroom, took a shower, creamed, made up and perfumed myself. I put on a quick dress from the wardrobe. D looked at me critically. "Drop that silly dress", he said. "You won't need it". I was still somehow hoping that it was a joke, that we will just drink a cup of coffee together. But my heart was beating like in a rollercoaster - and I don't like rollercoasters. Maybe this is really happening. Maybe an unknown guy will be given power over my body. I've always attracted guys and been the doll who says no, no, non, no. (Old French song, don't worry if you don't get the reference). And now? Was this really about to happen? And will I have the power to stop it and, for the first time, not do what the love of my life asks me to do?
I dropped the dress (D was still naked) and almost immediately I heard the doorbell. My heart skipped a beat or two. I ran to the bedroom, jumped on the bed, still warm and moist, and hid under the blanket all the way to my eyes.
I heard D greeting E, he took his overcoat (it was cold and rainy) then they entered the bedroom. E was not a sexy guy. He was short and thick, with a beer belly, bald and with some grey hair. He was D's age, but he looked far older. More than 10 years older - event today, basically 10 years later, D is muscular, with barely any grey hair. You need to be very close to notice it.
"E, this is my girlfriend, Flora, I told you about her" said D, "and you can ask her anything and she will do it". E put his hand out and I gave him my hand, still covered up to the eyes. He kissed it ceremoniously, then undressed entirely. His body was hairy, I didn't really dare to look down.
D ripped the cover off of me. I instinctively covered my lady bits with my arms. "Get up and show yourself, Flora. E has seen your pics and wants to see you in real life". I got up, red in the face. "Hands behind your back", said D. "Now turn around, spread your legs and touch your toes". Nobody had ever spoken to me like this, I was mortified but I did what I was told. I found it demeaning but very erotic at the same time, I have always been very sassy when dressed but very submissive when naked. Giving up control like this made my heart beat hard in my chest. The roller coaster was climbing up, I knew that it would soon start to fall and scream like hell - but I couldn't do anything about it.
"How do you find her", asked D. "Incredibly beautiful", said E. "A princess from a fairytale - can I touch her?". "Sure. I've been fucking the princess for 2 hours but she can still take a lot", said D. "You can fuck her if you want, we can fuck her together or you can just watch, up to you".
E put his hands on my butt. They were cold. Then he slid a finger to my pussy. I was very wet and incredibly ashamed of this. He laughed. "She is ready". He slid a finger inside, then tried the second. I jumped. "She is wet but incredibly tight", he said. "Yes", said D, "she is tighter than any other woman I fucked". "Sorry" said E, "my hands are cold". "Flora, warm him up".
I turned, put my hands around his neck and glued my body to his to warm him up. He was shorter than me and still soft. He kissed me. I didn't like it, he smelled strongly of cigarettes and alcohol, but I let him explore my mouth with his tongue and biting my lips while his cold hands were exploring my body. I was shaking a bit. I didn't know how to warm him up, my hands were also cold. So I dropped on my knees. He was hairy and unkempt; I prefer to lick and suck shaved balls but I was not in a position to be choosy.
I'll stop here for the moment with two warnings. The first is that I sometimes embellish my stories, but this one will be as close as possible to my memories of that morning. I don't remember it all, it's all blurry like a dream, I only have snippets.
The second is that if I continue there will be some explicit descriptions, which may hurt the sensitivity of some readers. I don't want to upset and disturb anyone. I don't want that. And I don't absolutely need to continue this story.
Should I continue it?