Incest/Taboo She Is Me

At the sound of Sharon's voice I rolled out of the bed, startled out of my wits. Even as I did this however, I could hear Jillian's laugh.

"You wish," she'd said, still laughing. "Though actually...so do I. But unfortunately, it's not at all what you think."

Jillian then introduced us, and began explaining to her everything that had happened, and why I'd been laying there on her bed naked. Though the way she'd said it, it still sounded pretty far-fetched even to me. Of course, everything was anyway, though they had no idea just how far-fetched all this really was to begin with!

"Is he going to be all right?" Sharon now asked, actually sounding worried for me. Which made me smile inside, knowing that she actually cared.

"I don't know. I certainly hope so," I told her starting to get dressed again, grateful for the snug fitting pair of jeans that Jillian had loaned me, along with the somewhat loose-fitting bra and blouse she had given me as well. I still felt a little weird putting them on even then.

"Obviously...you don't have any plans for dinner." Jillian stated. Which was true, I didn't. Though I also knew I had plenty to eat that I could fix. I figured that just because I was now a woman, I wouldn't have any problems doing that for myself, but then said..

"Actually, no...I don't. Is there someplace around here close by that's any good?"

The girls looked at one another smiling. "You like Italian?"

We agreed to meet back at their place in a little over an hour. Time enough for me to take the extra apartment key they had given me so I could let myself back into my own apartment. It felt very strange walking in to my own place, as though I was a visitor rather than actually living there. I quickly took a shower, which at least felt familiar and comfortable, even though washing the body, "Faye's body," I reminded myself...didn't. But at least I was totally alone. And though I still had this nagging thought somewhere in the back of Faye's head, that what I was doing was still some sort of violation of her privacy perhaps, there was really no help for it. After all, what other choice did I really have here?

One thing was for sure, as I stood there beneath the shower, letting the soothing hot water cascade over me, I couldn't help but stand there cupping my breasts. Well...Faye's breasts anyway, which I had to constantly keep reminding myself. They weren't mine. They were Faye's. I was just sort of borrowing them for the moment. But, since I was...

I still couldn't get over how sensitive her tits were. Those delicious tingles that stirred as I tapped her nipples with her fingertips. I then pulled on them just a little, twisting to some extent, learning the extremes, the does and don'ts of her body. And still delighted with that invisible, almost immediate bridge between nipples and clit that sent out a firestorm of unbridled lust and desire as I stood there doing that. At least with the mirror, I had finally gotten a fairly good look at my pussy. You know what I mean. Once more a delightful surprise. All that pink inviting flesh, labia that seemed to swell and fill with erotic desire, which they were of course doing now. Not to mention the tiny protruding finger that made a separate appearance, like my own cock did as it hardened, peeling back the foreskin on my shaft. Only in miniature. Finding immediate delight in the simple friction, or soft caressing touch of a single finger that brought as much pleasure, intensity to my cunt, as I did while stroking the full length of my rock hard shaft.

Strange that I found myself actually missing that to some extent. Somewhat like I had heard about amputee's missing a limb, feeling like it was still there, still attached, even though it no longer was. That was a little unnerving, even though playing with, and fondling her clit felt heavenly. That...and having breasts of course. My hands drawn back to them almost at will. A reminder that I'd have to be careful in doing that when I was out and about anywhere. Much like the simple adjustment I'd made to my bra there in the elevator. I'm sure that wasn't a normal occurrence for women, especially with other men standing around at the time.

Being a woman was a hell of a lot harder than it appeared, that was for damn sure!

I gave myself a small...but nice little orgasm, and then forced myself to get out of the shower. I still had a couple of phone calls to make, the first to check on how I was doing of course. And the second, to find out what it was going to take to get Faye's luggage and belongings out of the car.

I towel dried my long hair...which took forever, once again something I sure as hell wasn't used to doing. And then wrapped the bath towel around my waist. I realized almost immediately that probably wasn't the way it was normally done. Not with my twin spheres sitting there staring at me again, though glad I didn't have anyone in the apartment with me at the time either, so I left them out like that. I then took a look at myself in the mirror.

"Fuck!" I immediately exclaimed. I had washed off every bit of Faye's make up! Not that she wasn't attractive without it, but there was no mistaking the fact, I looked entirely different with a plain face here. And there was no way in hell I was going to be able to do much about that either. I ruffled through her purse, found what she carried by way of "touch up" cosmetics and made a feeble attempt at adding color...anything. But all I managed to do was make myself look like a two-bit hooker. So I soon washed that off. "Fuck it!" I then added to that. And settled for some lip-gloss. Sharon didn't appear to wear much if any make up, so perhaps with my not wearing any either, it wouldn't appear too terribly strange. Not like I was going out anywhere...not yet anyway.

As it turned out, I'd be able to get my luggage and personal affects easy enough, using Faye's identification. But then I realized something else. Glancing at her driver's license, and signature, I tried writing her name.

I wrote it in my own hand.

"Fuck!" I said again. All I could do was feign some sort of hand injury or something, maybe even wrap it in an ace bandage, and then scribble something that looked even remotely close to her actual signature. I could only hope that the fact my face at least was hers...would be good enough.

Calling the hospital, I had learned there was no change. I was still in a coma, though again told that I was resting comfortably, and honestly expected to come out of it at any time. I actually had mixed emotions about that happening. What if I did? Or rather...she did. What then? It was too confusing to even try thinking about for the moment. I'd have to deal with that when and if the time came. Right now, I was starving. And I had a dinner engagement next door with my two beautiful, lesbian friends.

I had actually had dinner with my neighbors before. And Jillian was a damn fine cook. She'd even gone to Julliard in training to be a chef, so I knew what she was capable of.

"Dinner will be a while yet," she said in greeting. "So come on, sit down...have a glass or two of wine while we're waiting."

By now of course, Sharon had changed clothes, strolling in to their small, cozy little sitting room. She now wore a simple, though very short pair of shorts, half of her ass cheeks showing, along with a white, wife-beater tank top. No bra. And though her breasts weren't nearly as large as mine or Jillian's were, they were more than a handful. And clearly evident in appearance as they strained against the confines of the tight fitting shirt. Especially her nipples, which I noticed were hard, poking out like twin little thimbles against the material, and just dark enough in color that I could easily see the size and shape of her areolas. Frankly, in all the time I had lived next door to them, I had never seen her dressed quite this brazenly before, at least not around me...not until now anyway.

We sat sipping our wine waiting on dinner getting to know one another better. I found myself admiring their easygoing way, their banter back and forth with one another. Flirtatious, teasing...even including me in it on occasion.

"Have to tell you Faye," Sharon said as she refilled my glass, bending over just enough to whisper into my ear as she did that. "You have great looking tits, wish mine were as pretty as yours are."

"Ah...thank you," I responded in kind, a bit flustered, already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol as I started in on my third glass of wine. Dinner couldn't come fast enough. Much more, and I'd be too drunk to enjoy it. "But I think your...tits...are equally as nice," I stammered a bit, using the same word she had, hearing it said, feeling a bit of a naughty pleasure in actually saying that to her. Jillian had come over to stand behind Sharon upon hearing that.

"She just wants to see them again," she laughed, reaching around to actually fondle one of Sharon's through her top as she stood there. "I swear, she's worse than a lot of men I know...including your cousin Howard. He's a bit of a breast man too. Always ogling ours whenever he thinks he's getting away with it. Kind of fun teasing him in that way, especially knowing he'll never actually get to see," she laughed at that.

I was laughing too. Inside.

"And speaking of which, how do you know I have nice boobs anyway? You've not really seen them, not like Jillian's," she added to that, now reaching over to likewise fondle one of her boobs.

If I had had a dick...it would have been rock hard by now. But, I did feel like I had a "clit-on" if there even was such a thing. All this sultry talk, and now adding to that this open fondling of one another as they stood there in front of me was making me even more dizzy and aroused than I already was.

"Maybe she doesn't want to see your boobs," Jillian said jumping in before I could answer. "Maybe...she's hungry and would rather eat. I think dinner should be just about ready."

It was as though Faye was actually speaking and not me. Surprised as the words more or less fell out of my mouth. "Yes...I am, and would...like to see your...tits," I said liking the sound of the more vulgar word, which again made me tingle excitedly between my legs. The emergence of additional moisture, something I could feel as well as sense, so foreign to me, but so pleasurable as well. Both girls turned looking at me, grinning.

"How about we eat first? And then we'll ALL show our tits, how's that sound?" Jillian laughed reaching out, taking my hand and then pulling me up off the couch. "Something tells me we should really get some food into you, or no one will be showing anyone, anything."

I hardly even remember eating dinner as delicious as it was. But the food did help. I still had a bit of a buzz, but I was no longer feeling giddy or lightheaded either. Just aroused, uninhibited...and once again very, very horny. I was hoping of course their erotic amusing banter hadn't been some sort of a joking tease. Though I got hints of more to come throughout dinner, seeing their periodic eye contact as though sending signals back and forth to one another. Occasionally feeding one another, and then me...making that even sensual and erotic as we fed one another, laughing, giggling, and making a game of it. I was wet beyond words by the time we had finished eating, feeling the seepage of my arousal wetting my jeans slightly. Sharon grabbed another bottle of wine, opening that, and then took it with her back into the sitting room.

I helped to clear away the dishes, and then Jillian and I went back out into the sitting room where Sharon had already disappeared to a few moments ago. By the time we arrived, there was soft music playing. She stood in the middle of the room, swaying to it seductively. More importantly, she had removed her top. Her cute pert breasts now fully exposed. It was almost hypnotic watching her as she danced, finally looking towards the two of us. "Well? You two joining me or what?"

Jillian was already reaching down preparing to pull off her own top. Once again I felt shy, uncertain...a bit confused. Here I was again, in a place I had no right to be, doing what I damn well knew, and had they known, they'd have scalped me in a heartbeat for doing. I reached down pulling my own top over my still bra-clad breasts. I reached back, prepared to fumble once more with the clasp, but Jillian beat me to it.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said softly. "I know you're still a bit stiff and sore." In moments she had freed my breasts, the three of us now swaying and standing together in the middle of the room. It was sensual, erotic...no one touched, talked, or did anything but look and dance as we moved about one another, until the music stopped. When it did, Jillian and I happened to be facing one another with Sharon standing between us. Suddenly she reached out, one hand clasping my left breast, the other hand doing the same thing to Jillian's right one.

"Hmm," she mused. "Hard to tell who's bigger, pretty close to the same, but you certainly do have thick nipples Faye. Are they very sensitive?" She then asked now running the edge of her thumbnail over the top of it. I shivered involuntarily.

"I think that's a yes," Jillian giggled in response to that. "I'd say...about as sensitive as yours are." Jillian then reached out now running her finger over the tip of my other breast. "Sometimes I can make her cum just by doing this," she told me, still fingering my now very erect, very hard and yes...very, very sensitive nipple. "Ever done that?" She asked me.

"Na...Na...No," I shivered again. Surprised as I saw my own hands reaching up, now cupping one of Jillian's breasts, as well as Sharon's. "Can't say...that I ever have," I said honestly though my tone of voice sounded more like a squeak as I said that. I saw Jillian wink at Sharon, grinning.

Sharon now stepped around behind me. In seconds I felt the press of her bare breasts against my back, her hands once more coming up and around, gathering both of my own breasts within her hands, pressing them together, kneading them delightfully. As she did that, Jillian too came forward, her own breasts which she now also cupped, mashed against mine, perfect height, nipple to nipple now, as she rubbed hers against mine.

"Do you like that?" She moaned breathlessly. "Does it feel good?"

I think I hissed the word yes. I was delirious with pleasure, and we weren't really doing anything yet. Though then that thought suddenly filled my head. "Were we going to?"

When Sharon lowered her hands, leaving off my breasts, though they remained pressed against Jillian's as she continued to toy and tease her nipples against my own, I felt Sharon now fumbling with the belt, and then the button...and finally the zipper on my jeans, popping them open. I knew then I wanted nothing more than to play with these girls...right or wrong. I wanted to experience real joy, real pleasure at the hands of another woman, as a woman. Even if I wasn't. Even if I was only borrowing this body for a short period of time. I knew that there would probably never be another opportunity like this with anyone. Especially these two. When Sharon began pulling my jeans down my legs, I quickly helped her, stepping out of them. She was surprised and delighted to discover that I hadn't worn any panties.

"I think she came ready to party," Sharon mused as I now turned, facing her...and reached down to begin undoing the shorts she was wearing.

Maybe it was the wine. Though I think it was that and a combination of things that gave me the courage to do what I now did. Aroused yes, beyond words. The aspect that I was doing something that seemed borderline depraved...added to that. The excitement of it perhaps, getting away with something that no one, would ever believe should it ever come out. But as I pulled Sharon's shorts down her legs, I found myself bent at the knee, confronted with what I can only describe as breathtaking. As her pussy quickly came into view, I found my face situated directly in front of it. I was a little surprised to discover that though trimmed, her pubic hair was still rich and full above her lips. It was a soft light brown color that appeared straighter as opposed to curly. I actually found myself running the tips of my fingers through it as she lifted one leg stepping out of her shorts entirely. She moaned as I did that, signaling approval I suppose, though I was too fascinated (and a bit scared) to actually look up towards her face. Before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out at this point to delve through the light pink furrow of her sex. The heady aroma of her heat already assailing my senses as I gingerly and lightly ran my tongue up her obviously wet split.

"Did she ever!" Jillian seemed to purr, stepping around behind me, and then almost straddling me, as I continued to explore Sharon's quim with my fingers and lips. Jillian had obviously stripped off the rest of her clothing too, as I now sensed the sweetness of her sex pressing against my neck and shoulders of all things. It was a strange, though welcome sensation feeling that. Feeling her moisture kissing me as she slid herself in a slow circulating motion, humping herself if you will in a gentle way against my bareback.

Sharon pressed my head against her cunt. Her hands now entwining themselves in my hair, the soft moan of her pleasure echoing like a song being sung as I lapped away at glistening folds. Finding her precious clit, I now encompassed that with my lips, drawing it in...sucking it, flicking at it like humming bird wings in flight.

"Fuck! Enough! Too soon for that yet!" She said forcing me away now, stepping back. Jillian too standing again, the two of them now, each taking me by the hand leading me back towards their bedroom.

"Come on," they both grinned. "Now it's your turn."

The bed was so big I felt like I could become lost in it as they led me to it, helping me to lie down. Sharon slid a large fluffy pillow beneath my head. "Now...just lay back, close your eyes...relax, and enjoy this," she smiled. I did as she asked, totally, and completely at their mercy. Every fiber of my being alive, quivering...excited. I felt the press of their respective weights coming onto the bed, followed by the sweet sensation of hungry lips suddenly encircling each of my taut, hard extended nipples.

As much as I had enjoyed fondling my own nipples, and even more so when I had felt both Sharon and Jillian touching them, it was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now. The sweetness was somehow deeper. The pleasure I'd felt previously more on the surface, though the jolts I had felt had been internal, an electric surge of energy racing down towards my clit. (I was actually thinking of it as being my clit now...and not Faye's.) But this was even more intense. The subtle differences as each suckled my breasts, though simultaneous, were madly complimentary. I could feel the pull, as though some inner core of my being wanted to lift up and through the tips of each nipple and somehow release, even ejaculate if that were remotely possible. In a way, it was almost identical to the sensation of feeling the rush of cream traveling up the length of my prick when I came. It felt like that, like twin cocks being pulled, and yet...it was my nipples. The pressure delicious, that deep-rooted almost cosmic experience as my head swam in a sea of lights and colors and an intensity I had never experienced before.

As though in dream, I could hear Sharon's voice speaking, vibrating around my nipple still as she did so. I knew my body was again shaking, quivering involuntarily. "I think she could come with our doing this."

"I think she could too," Jillian agreed, her tongue rapid fire now about my tit as though it had in fact turned itself into another thick hard clit. It so felt like that to me. And then Sharon joined her, likewise doing the same. Two clits, and then three as my own throbbed, pulsating, seemingly on fire, a heartbeat of drums once more echoing inside the depths of my very soul.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, hearing Faye's voice as it exploded, and with it...the rush of ecstasy that seized my entire body in a vice-like grip as I came.

Even before I had fully come down from my orgasmic release, I felt Sharon slithering down my body, nestling between my legs. And though at first my clit seemed far too sensitive for this, the tingling tickle of her tongue turned into heavenly delight seconds later. As she did this, Jillian then moved up, positioning herself over my face. She didn't bother asking, nor did she need to. I reached up, placing my hands on her hips as she lowered herself down over me. And then...just as Sharon's tongue was doing to me, I began doing the same, almost identical movements to Jillian.

It of course wasn't the first time for me doing this to another woman. Something as Howard I had certainly enjoyed doing plenty of times in the past. But now...as Faye (more or less) and especially as I was in the situation that I was, with two very experienced women...and lesbians to boot, I was bound and determined to learn from this, experience from this...and hopefully emulate what it was specifically they enjoyed doing, and have done to themselves. I was again a novice in the world of Sapphic enjoyments, and bound and determined to prove myself.

Already familiar to some extent with the mechanics of doing this, I was still surprised and delighted as the sweetness of Jillian's taste threatened to overwhelm me even then. Maybe it was the chemistry of our bodies that caused that, or just the mental euphoria I was currently experiencing. But whatever it was, I couldn't get enough of her, nor did it seem...could Sharon get enough of me. We took turns devouring one another in this way for what seemed like an eternity, until Sharon announced, "I need to fuck you!"

Obviously, I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, until she once more rolled off the bed, heading towards her dresser where she opened a drawer, rummaging through it for a moment, and then retrieving what was obviously some sort of a strap on, with a rather realistic looking prick. And then it truly hit me. I was only moments away from actually being fucked here...as a man, for the first time in my life. And more than likely, the ONLY time in my entire life. It still felt odd, and somewhat apprehensive as I lay there watching her as she quickly slipped it on. Now walking towards me, this large phallus, larger than my own in fact, wobbling about, bobbing up and down, yet eerily real looking in a way as she once more crawled up onto the bed towards me.

"On your knees," she commanded, almost demandingly, taking obvious charge now, reveling in the sudden power she seemed to posses, or grow into with this lance dangling between her legs, complete with balls that held yet another unknown surprise. "Ever taken a cock this big before?" She now asked as she placed the head of it between my neither lips, just sliding it around, up and down, wetting it.

"No..." I moaned softly, telling the truth of course, though wondering even then if perhaps Faye actually had. I was only slightly fearful of actually being able to, having never felt or had ANYTHING inside me, though obviously Faye must have. But could I handle it? Could I truly accept and accommodate this thick long monster I was being presented with? Would it perhaps hurt, or even damage me...damage Faye in the attempt? I felt like a virgin somehow. The total unknown, the foreign unexplored aspects of what was about to happen to me now confusing my thoughts as well as jumbling my emotions. I was both afraid, and yet excited.

"Treat her gently Sharon," Jillian warned, now kneeling beside me, one hand softly caressing my ass, her lips leaving light kisses there as well as she leaned over, watching, guiding and ensuring that Sharon wasn't too enthusiastic with this initial intrusion I was about to endure here.

I know the fear and uncertainty of what I was about to experience had caused me to clench up inside. I could feel my cunt contract, though pulsate. I could simultaneously feel the almost unwanted intrusion as the head of Sharon's prick began to seed itself in the opening of my tight, yet still wanton pussy.

"God she's tight!" Sharon said looking down, backing out just a little, and then pressing inwards again, gaining a bit more depth as she did. "Even for as wet as she is," she now added to that.

"And thank god for that!" I thought to myself, just as Jillian reached beneath me, her fingers seeking, and then finding my clit, which had all but disappeared from fright. The moment she captured it however, caressing and teasing me that way, it was as though she had found the key to the door, unlocking it, opening. I felt Sharon push, and then all at once, sliding in...sliding through, hilting herself fully into the very depths of my welcoming pussy. I saw stars. Even in this, I felt sensations that where again and at once unknown to me. The fullness of this, yet the indescribable completeness that I felt in the overall joining. A thousand tiny pinpricks of pure unadulterated delight as nerve endings seemed to all come alive at once. Each one sparking in a unique way that sent pleasure signals streaming into the nub of control...the same clit that Jillian held, still caressed, and thus triggered returning signals back into the surrounding tissue of my lust inflamed cunt. With a voice that sounded neither like Faye's nor my own...I heard myself saying:

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god...fuck me!" I actually cried out, hearing words I had never spoken, never thought I would, and meaning every one of them as I cried them out over, and over, and over again.

The orgasm I had again experienced was yet again unlike any of the others that I had had. It felt oddly deeper, not quite as intense perhaps as when having my clit sucked or licked, and yet it was almost more pleasurable even then. I had bucked, fucking back wildly as Sharon thrust in and out of me. I was almost grateful when Jillian finally had to let go of my clit, no longer able to hold onto it. That had been almost too much when she had been. I could feel, and then hear the juices from my pussy as they gathered and accumulated there inside me, feeling them as well of course. They became frothy sounding, as though Sharon was churning or making butter in me, which in a sense she was...and did as I came once more, even deeper this time, the sound of my own voice ricocheting off the walls. She was crying out too at this point, somehow, someway triggering the release of her own climax, and then oddly...feeling this surge of fluid, this spurting, this splash, squirt, splash of fluid that began filling and bathing the insides of my spastic, clenching, squeezing cunt.

She collapsed on top of me shortly after that, breathing hard just as I was, trying to collect myself, and yet re-running an old movie inside my head of a similar experience. Only in this one, it had been I who had collapsed, pressing against the sweat-covered body of the lover I had once known and been with in much a similar fashion with.

"Enjoy that?" Sharon asked finally raising up a little, though not yet retrieving the hard prick still fully lodged inside the depths of my womb. "Like the little squirts I gave you? Sort of interesting huh?" She asked. "Obviously you can adjust them to do it several differing ways, but I like the quick hard spurts the best, you can actually feel them better when they're going off inside you like that. I don't know how realistic they actually are, as I've never been fucked by a man before, though Jillian certainly has. She's always admittedly been a bit more bi-sexual, than totally gay, unlike myself. But...she says that it feels pretty realistic to her as well. So, what did you think? Did you like it? Did it feel good?"

I had barely even found voice, finally disengaging, sitting up, "It was wonderful," I said simply, not knowing what else to say, though confessing to them even as I said that, surprising them both when I then added. "That was...my very first time."

"Jesus, you're seriously not telling me...you were a virgin? I mean obviously, you've had something in there before, but you're saying that you've never..."

I know it sounded stupid, unbelievable, but it was the truth, in a way at least. So I decided not to elaborate too much on it. "No one has actually ever fucked me before no. Yeah, sure...I've had things inside me, vibrators and such," I lied, not knowing for sure, but guessing of course that she must have. "But that honestly was, the first time that I wasn't doing it myself."

"Holy shit!" Sharon said sitting back surprised and likewise delighted at this admission. "My first ever real virgin!" She paused then looking at me, asking. "So Faye, are you telling us that you are gay then? Is that why you've never been with a man before?"

I had painted myself into a bit of a corner here. Not quite sure how to accurately, or reasonably answer that. "Not saying I'm a lesbian no. I've certainly fondled and played with a cock before," I grinned. "Plenty of times in fact," I smiled a bit more. "Just never felt comfortable having one in me is all."

Sharon nodded her head in understanding, though I'm not sure I even understood what I'd just said. She and Jillian both looked more than a bit pleased with themselves though, upon hearing my revelation, and then asking me. "So...how do you feel about fucking one of us?" Jillian now asked. I smiled, eyeing them both.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing...than fucking the two of you." And that was the god's honest truth too. I just wouldn't be doing it as Howard. "So...tell me, how do you make the balls on this thing do that anyway?"

Before actually putting on the girls strap-on, and fucking them myself, there was one other thing I had enjoyed seeing, though so far...only in movies, never for real. The temptation and opportunity now too real, too close not to ask it.

"There is one thing, I would like to see first. And then maybe do myself, if I can ask it."

"Name it," Jillian giggled, already positioned there on the bed, looking sultry, still horny and in desperate need of a good hard climax herself now.

"I've never actually seen it done. Only in movies," I began explaining. "But it looks hot as hell to see it, so was wondering if it feels as good as it actually looks. Though like I said, I'd like to see the two of you doing it first, before actually trying it myself if you wouldn't mind."

"Just spill it baby, whatever you want...I think we'll be more than happy to accommodate you," Sharon laughed. "So don't be shy...what is it?"

"Do you guys ever...you know, sort of hump one another in what looks to be almost like a scissors lock? You know...where you press up against one another, and put your..."

Jillian burst out laughing. "Oh baby! Hell yes! We do that all the time, it's one of the favorite ways that we actually do enjoy fucking one another. In fact, sometimes this clit of mine gets so hard and so big, Sharon swears that I could actually fuck her with it. So...you want to see us do that huh?" She once again asked winking at Sharon, holding her hand out towards her. "Come here baby...come fuck me, let's show Faye here how two lesbians actually enjoy doing that."

I actually preferred to stand next to the bed as opposed to being on it with the two of them. I wanted to see this, watch this from every angle, hear every sound they made as they ground and rubbed their respective cunts against one another. Within minutes, I stood there watching the two of them doing just that. Well practiced obviously, and so in tune with one another, they were soon hooked up, legs overlapping one another, pussy lips kissing, pressing, mashing and grinding against one another. And the slick, slippery sounds they were making were music to my ears, so hot...so erotic, that I soon found myself finger-fucking my own cunt, emulating the two of them in thought and sound. I could hear the flood of my own juices pouring forth, pummeling my cunt...Faye's cunt, sliding them in and out of myself in harmony with what I stood witnessing there on the bed.

"Look at this fucker!" Sharon called out to me, motioning me over towards them. "Look how hard her fucking clit actually does get!" She exclaimed. They slowed long enough for Jillian to reach down, spreading herself. Her hard clit, enormously hard, and far bigger than my own, or Sharon's for damn sure, indeed appeared and looked like a third or even a half of my pinky finger. It was pink, glistening, fully erect, and almost obscene in appearance. And I could very well imagine it...imagine her, actually fucking me with it.

"Come here," Jillian half begged me. "Suck it...suck it and lick it for me," she asked. "Give me...a blow job."

That wasn't exactly what I had on my mind when I leaned forward, but I did indeed begin sucking and licking it, her thick hard little clitoris standing up proudly as Sharon once again pressed herself against her lover, grinding her own slick glistening pussy against Jillian's. And me...being in such close proximity with the two of them now, once more enjoying the intoxicating aroma of their aroused sex, the sweet taste of Jillian's' cunt, the strength and surprising firmness of this pinky-sized clit that I now mouthed and devoured.

"And get ready for yet another surprise," Sharon now warned me. "You're really gonna love this!"

It wasn't long before Jillian was moaning and groaning so loudly that it was obvious she was hovering on the edge.

"You might wanna step back just a little," Sharon laughed. Reluctantly I did so...though curious. Jillian immediately fingering and palming herself now, almost fiercely the moment I took my mouth off that amazing clit of hers. She almost appeared to be spanking it in a way, harder than I would have to myself most certainly. Though I didn't have a whole lot of experience in that particular area as it was.

Just then, Jillian sort of seized up, arching her back as though in suspended animation for a moment.

"Thar she blows!" Sharon said partially sitting up now as well, just as this fountain, this geyser, this stream of what looked almost like pee, came flying out of Jillian's cunt. It wasn't though...it was clear, not quite watery, slicker...thicker, and spurted, stopped, spurted again in pulsating little squirts as she ejaculated. Amazingly, it arched far enough, easily so...splashing against Sharon, almost drenching her. She sat, mouth open, actually trying to capture some of it, waving at me, telling me as she did that, to come over and join her. I hurriedly did so, just in time to catch and share the next streamer of Jillian's pussy juice that squirted out of her cunt, and cascaded down, bathing the two of us.

"That's the only real drawback," Sharon stated a short time later as we quickly stripped off the sheets on the bed. "Which is why we also have quite a supply of clean sheets on hand," she giggled though Jillian was actually blushing a little with embarrassment.

"Sorry...can't help it, especially whenever I get THAT horny and aroused," she defended.

"No reason to be sorry," I assured her. "That was...simply, amazing!"

"Yeah, it IS amazing isn't it?" Sharon said kissing her lover affectionately. "And she tastes fucking good too doesn't she?"

Admittedly, she did. Though I had almost still been expecting a pee-like taste, which it didn't at all.

"How do you do that anyway?" I had to ask.

"I don't really know, kind of hard to explain it. And I don't do that every time I come either. Just depends on what I'm doing, and how I'm doing it for one. But the quick hand-slapping thing I do against my clit really seems to trigger that for some reason, so I always know I'm going to squirt like that, when I do it that way."

"Well, that was fucking fun to see...even if we did mess up the bed," I giggled back, now joining in.

As much as I had enjoyed the evening however, it was getting late. And I had a lot that I needed to do in the morning. Retrieving my luggage..."Faye's luggage," I corrected myself, realizing as I thought that, I was in a way losing myself in her identity. A slightly troubling thought. And...I also wanted to drop by the hospital to check on myself too. Another still troubling and confusing thought. I still hadn't figured out yet what might happen, what inevitably would happen when I eventually did come out of my coma.

I'd be spending a goodly portion of the day tomorrow...researching things on the Internet. There had to be something...some hint, some clue, some sort of similar experience, no matter how far-fetched, or unlikely it seemed, that someone else had also experienced. I couldn't be the ONLY person this had ever happened to now...could I?​