Continued…

I suddenly declared, “Bitch, suck my cock!”

Where those words came from, I didn’t know.

However, I was both hot and annoyed at my two girlfriends. They had teamed up and played along with the deception of having my long hair cut short, even though I knew the truth was more complex than that!

I felt sexually frustrated, having been teased and being close to cumming already twice today. What I needed was to cum—surely both my girlfriends knew that!

Karen’s eyes shot up at me, her giggle gone with the sudden shock of my harsh words. Her mouth opened, and then without a word, her lips obediently wrapped around my black phallus. It was an action that surprised me—the fact that she had obeyed me.

I softened as Karen’s eyes looked up at mine, and I understood why guys liked it when I did the same when I sucked their cocks.

“That is right, look into my eyes when you perform fellatio on me,” I softly added. 

Flash, Flash, Flash...

With my pussy now tingling, my sudden surge of frustration subsided. I couldn't help but smile as I recognised that I was not Brenda; forceful swear words didn’t come naturally to me.

“Karen, I want you to be sexually submissive to me.”

Karen giggled.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

“Suck my cock, bitch!” I murmured; then I added a “please” when Karen didn’t move. I thought, some, dom I would make.

My girlfriend shuffled to the edge of the bed, grinning, and once again licked my black fake cock before swirling her tongue around its end. As she did so, her smiling eyes looked up at mine.

“You’re a natural,” I remarked as her mouth started to bob back and forth. Unlike me, I knew Karen had no interest in men; this was the first time she had done something like this. 

“That’s it,” I gasped as once again those warm sexual feelings returned to my pussy.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

Karen’s mouth came off my cock, and as it did so, I groaned, frustrated. The black piece was my only form of sexual release. It was currently part of me; its bulbous body was now nestled inside my vagina, stretching my pussy and massaging my G-spot. The flange and its soft pad were pressing on my clitoris, and the butt plug lodged deep inside my anus.

I needed to cum; I needed a sexual release.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

I looked down at Karen, eighteen, not even a year younger than me, but she still had that air of innocence about her. She was so different from the women I normally desired; they were older, not someone who looked like they could still be at school!

With exigency, I climbed between Karen’s spread legs and looked into her eyes. She was smiling, even giggling; I glanced towards Brenda, her camera already firing away.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

With urgency, I lubed my black plastic cock before nudging her opening with its tip. My girlfriend giggled when she realized it was cold.

“That’s it, girls; hold that pose.” Uniquely, they were Brenda’s first words in quite a while.

We did as requested, and then I leaned down and kissed Karen. I had temporarily lost all thoughts of trying to be the dominant partner.

“Are you ready for this?” I carefully asked, knowing the answer yet feeling I had to ask the question.

Karen looked at the cock and then giggled, “It looks so big; won’t it hurt? Go easy on me.”

I hesitated; these were all clichés. Was she serious? 

“Get on with it,” Karen giggled. “I am just teasing.”

She had been playing with my mind once again! 

“Make me a woman!” she cried out in a burst of giggles.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

I had my answer, and I eased the tip of my fake cock into her opening; there was no resistance. She was as horny as me.

I held still for Brenda and also to think.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

This whole virginity thing seemed to go on forever—nine weeks! It felt too long. When I lost mine; it was all over in thirty seconds.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

I needed a good fuck, so I eased the cock in another inch; still, there was no resistance, no hymen to break.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

With some care, I started to move my plastic cock back and forth, each stroke sending a small wave of pleasure to our pussies. The faint sound of Brenda's camera clicking and the lights flashing became a distant distraction as I focused on fucking my younger girlfriend.

As my strokes pushed deeper, it occurred to me that the fake cock I was using was the same length as David’s, seven and a half inches, although not as thick. It made me want to grin, knowing I had a larger one in the other box.

Karen’s body started to meet my thrusts, and we found our rhythm as we screwed; her instincts had taken over. Our pace was increasing, and our moans and groans filled the room.

Brenda's camera was capturing the first fuck we had, with scores of photographs of me engaging in actual sex. It was something I had previously vowed that I would never do, but here I was—so much for being the dominant partner. 

As our tempo increased, my cunt started to tingle. It was a familiar feeling; I was going to cum soon. But it was not just my pussy that was giving me pleasure sensations. The butt plug was too. It was pushing me closer to the edge, but it was also helping me control my new piece.

Now unaware of my older girlfriend’s presence, we fucked on with new urgency in this missionary position. The slapping sound and our mutual groans reverberated around the room. There was still no resistance to my hard-fake member as I pounded Karen. I glanced down and realised that she was taking its full length, her pussy now lubricating both my cock and the bed.

My eyes locked onto Karen's, and then, with a loud groan, her body began to cum; as it did so, it turned a blotchy red, and my thrusts became harder and more urgent as they neared the big O.

With the fake cock’s valve already released and my body had already gone through many mini climaxes, I clamped my thighs together and squeezed my vaginal muscles. Just like Brenda had told me to do. It was an action that caused my fake cock to squirt its ejaculate.

We squealed and orgasmed together. “OHHH MYYGAAWWWDDDD!!!” filled the room, Brenda’s camera still clicking away, my piece pumping as it sprayed its fake jism into our pussies.

What Brenda hadn’t told me was that the fake cock ejaculated in two directions, mainly in the normal way, but there was also a smaller amount that squirted into me. It had caught me by surprise, and I now knew what my older girlfriend meant when she said...

“You will find your own rewards when you fuck as the piece will rub your nub, the walls of your cunt, and, of course, your g-spot.”

I slowly pulled out of Karen; my expensive, realistic strap-on was of course still rigid. I rolled onto my back and gasped for air, realising fucking another girl using a “real” fake cock was not so easy. It gave me new respect for Brenda, as she could do it for hours.

“Thank you,” Karen said with a smile and a warm glow on her face. She cuddled into me, and we slowly kissed, our bodies returning to normal.

It was only then I heard a familiar voice.

“Hold that pose, my dear.”

Flash, Flash, Flash...

Karen was sitting there with her legs still open, fake cum dripping from her gaping pussy and pooling on the bed. She looked into the camera once again as Brenda took her photos.

“Is this stuff real?” Karen openly questioned as she rubbed some of the replica semen between her finger and thumb—her ginger pubic patch now quite matted with the stuff.

“It looks real, but it is just pretend,” I replied, realising that was probably the first time she had seen any type of sperm.

To my surprise, Karen dipped her finger into her pussy, scooped up some fake spunk, and then tasted it.

Brenda chuckled at the action as her camera clicked on.

“Is this what the real stuff tastes like?” Karen then asked as she looked at me and tried a second helping.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged and looked at Brenda, who laughed.

“Why are you looking at me? I've only ever been with one man, and that was a long time ago. All I can say is try it, Clare. It is definitely edible; the tub it comes in even tells you how many calories it contains.

I sighed. I knew what Brenda wanted—so much for being the dominant partner, I thought.

With grins from both my girlfriends, I got on my knees and put my face between Karen’s spread legs. I looked at her well-used pussy. There was no blood; I hadn’t expected there to be.

Over the years, I had tasted and swallowed many loads of men’s jism, but I had only ever had one cream pie. It was when David had cum in Sarah, and I had quickly gone down on her. That action was caused mainly because I was desperate to be the first girl to taste Sarah’s pussy, and have sex with her.

But this felt dirty, even nasty. I tentatively licked Karen’s well-fucked pussy, my tongue curling up as it tickled Karen’s clit. The taste was sweeter than I expected, but I knew from experience that men's sperm literally came in different flavours and textures.

I licked on, burying my face into Karen’s cunt, her body squirming despite her recent orgasm.

Brenda’s camera was once again taking pictures. I stopped licking and looked at her, my face now plastered with fake cum. Then, with new vigour, I plunged my tongue into my girlfriend's pink hole. With a groan, Karen’s body responded, my tongue licking away. The studio flashes once again, forgotten.

I once again assumed the role of the dominant partner, with Karen serving as my subordinate. I raised my head and then my body as I positioned my piece at my girlfriend’s messy entrance. With a grin, I looked over at Brenda. She was snapping away with a fresh, fully loaded camera. 

Flash, Flash, Flash...

It was my cue to thrust my newly christened silicon cock into my girlfriend and to wake her from her quick slumber. With each new thrust, Karen responded beneath me. My recently plastered face covered my girlfriend’s, and we kissed, our tongues making sure that we swapped spittle and fake jism.

“Oh my,” Brenda muttered, her camera still clicking away.

Then, with a sudden need to show my authority, I lifted my weight onto my arms. It was thirty seconds of my ass bobbing up and down as I jack-hammered Karen. I turned her well-used cunt into a frothy mess; I wanted Karen and her pussy to remember today.

She was mine to do as I pleased, I thought.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

And then, with a scream, Karen came once more. It was hard, loud, and powerful.

Though my pussy was screaming with Karen, I was just too tired to cum again. My energy zapped, and I climbed off and collapsed, exhausted. My cunt still felt unsatisfied. Its only hope for further relief was Brenda, as I was staying the night.

We just lay there as we caught our breaths, and Brenda took the last of her photographs. Then, as we stirred, Karen and I kissed and cuddled. Our bodies slowly returned to normal. All I wanted was a shower and to get rid of this fake cock. I had been wearing it for nearly two hours. 

As Brenda left us, the last of the photos taken, I reminded her of not showing them to my boyfriend, David. She promised that she wouldn’t.

“Let’s go and shower,” I said. “I need to get this thing off.”

*****

Later, after we had scrubbed ourselves clean, Karen and I sat together in the pink bedroom. It was the main guest room, with views stretching out over the large forest and down the hill to where I lived.

Before the impromptu photoshoot, I had wanted to use this bedroom as it was Karen’s favourite colour and I had put her two wrapped birthday presents on the bedside table. However, there was another reason for choosing this bedroom; it was that it was the only one, other than Brenda’s, to have a lock on the door!

We needed some privacy and time together to talk, though we both knew that Karen had to leave soon for home as it was her eighteenth birthday party tonight, one which I would be attending only as a friend.

“Are you okay?” I carefully asked. I hoped I had not made her sore or frightened her when I tried to take control.

Karen’s smile told me her answer before a single word left her mouth. “Fabulous,” she said, and then gently kissed me.

“Thank you, girlfriend,” she then added.

They were words that sent a little shiver through me, and it suddenly felt like our relationship was real.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it? It’s just that I expected a bit more of a struggle to get it into you, that’s all,” I then added as if to justify my original question.

Karen looked at me sheepishly. “Yes, it was my first time, Clare, but you know that I prefer something inside me when I touch myself. Maybe it is strange seeing that I am not that attracted to men, but when I masturbate, I need something inside me to cum. I need to fuck myself, even when I use my vibrator.”

“A vibrator?” I was taken aback that Karen had one. She was the first person of my age whom I had met who admitted to owning one. It again reinforced the image that my girlfriend was no wallflower.

“Yes, it is white and not as big as that,” she said, pointing at my piece, which was now lying on the bedside table.

“It was a joke gift. I wondered what it was when I opened the box. That was embarrassing, but it is noisy and eats batteries, so I do not use it very often. Anyway, don’t you own one?” 

“No,” I quickly said, knowing Brenda had hundreds of sex toys that I could use. “And anyway, I share a bedroom with my sister, and there is simply no privacy.” I didn’t want to add that when I was horny and on my own, I masturbated using my hairbrush handle, which usually ended up in my bum as I came.

Slightly flustered, I said, “I think you better open your presents, and then we can talk about some rules.”

“Rules?”

I smiled, “Well, they are more like requests, but open your birthday present first.”

I gave Karen the larger present to open first. Karen kissed me as she took it and then promptly removed the wrapping to reveal a woman's shaver.

Karen giggled. “Is this a hint you want me to keep my pussy shaved like yours?”

“Actually, it is one of my rules,” I replied with a warm grin.

Karen corrected me: “Don’t you mean requests?”

“Hard requests,” I replied, trying to be clever.

I then went through Brenda’s rules that I needed to follow when I was with her, though I did leave out the most extreme rule about Brenda’s dates. That rule could wait for another time, especially since my butch lesbian girlfriend and I had already agreed to put those rules on hold while I was dating Karen.

When I had finished, Karen looked worried, so I reassured her that I was not like Brenda and that what I was going to say were only requests, not rules. However, as I spoke, I couldn't shake the feeling that these were indeed rules.

I continued…

“My requests are simple, and the first is that, as you correctly suspected, you must keep yourself fully shaven, just like I am for Brenda. You will find quite a few femme lesbians do not have any hair down there, as it is better for oral sex and tribbing. That is when we rub our two pussies together to get off.”

“You do that with Brenda!” Karen giggled.

I chose not to reply. I wasn’t sure my older lesbian girlfriend had or would ever try that. She seemed only interested in showing me off and fucking younger girls with her piece.

“No hair; got it,” Karen remarked.

I had a feeling that she wasn't against that demand, and today proved that Karen wouldn't be against the second one either.

“The second request is also simple. When you are out with me, I want you to always dress feminine and sexy, just like you are today. So, G-string knickers, nice skirts or dresses, no bras, no jeans or trousers unless there is a good reason, and we agree beforehand.”

“What about shorts?” Karen injected.

“Shorts are okay, and I promise to help where I can with clothing. Please remember that these are only requests; they are not rules. Just say so if you want to do it differently. However, there are two more that are a little more than just requests. Again, these are simple.”

“The first is that I would prefer if you came out as gay sooner rather than later, but not tonight. The reason is that the more we see each other, the more questions will be asked. I know from experience that it is better to tell those you love than to hear it from someone else.”

Karen nodded; she knew I was right.

“Now we come to the last request, and this one is the most important to me. It is also split into several parts. To start with, I request that you be fully faithful to me.”

Karen smiled. I knew she had this thing about us having a monogamous relationship. But that was not going to happen; I was far from being ready. For us to have a chance, I needed to change her opinion on that!

“However, when you are with me, I will be showing you off. Your body will be exposed to other lesbians. It will be similar to what happened today.”

“Similar?” Karen questioned. 

“No cameras!” I chuckled.

Karen relaxed and smiled. 

“But there might be some touching or kissing,” I added more seriously.

My girlfriend’s smile was wiped from her face. “I am not sure I want that!”

“Look, Karen, I do like you, but if there is to be any chance of our relationship growing, it needs to be on my terms... Once again, just to be clear, I will be sleeping with other women and, of course, David. I have always been honest with you about that fact, and that is not going to change in the immediate future.”

I knew I was being harsh with Karen, especially as I had just taken her virginity. However, my biggest concern with dating Karen was her falling in love with me. I didn’t want that, as I was not sure that I could ever fall in love with another woman.

“So this is a hard rule, Clare?”

Karen stared at me.

I thought I should soften that request a little. “I know that may sound unfair, but I want this request to last only until the end of January, and then I promise we will have a long and deep talk. By then, we will know so much more about each other, and we can make decisions about our future as a couple.”

I paused and looked at Karen as I waited for her response.

“Clare, it is only the last request, or should I say rule, that I have an issue with!”

There was silence; I wasn’t giving in.

“Okay,” Karen murmured. “These requests can be in place until the end of January, and then we chat about everything, and I mean everything. I am looking for a longer-term and committed relationship, but I guess that can go on hold until then. It is only four months.”

Then, as an afterthought, Karen added. “Though I guess I may change. In January, I might be happy being with someone who doesn’t want commitment.”

“Agreed.”

I kissed Karen.

As we broke apart, I clarified. “We carry on dating until the end of January, and then we talk about everything.” 

We had an agreement in place, and I found myself smiling as Karen opened the second present. This one was more personal; I wanted her to remember me, whatever happened to “us” in the future.

Inside the small jewellery box was a silver charm bracelet. It had a single heart charm attached with the initials C and K engraved on it. The initials were entwined, with the C overlapping and cut to look like it was on top of the K. I thought it was a subtle way to show we were now a couple. However, I didn’t dare tell Karen that it had been Brenda’s idea, and she had purchased it for me from the jewellery shop she partially owned with Marion. 

“It is beautiful; thank you,” Karen lovingly remarked just before we kissed.

As we did so, I was surprised at how I felt inside: bubbly, slightly light-headed, but above all, extremely happy.

It wasn’t until after I used Brenda’s car and dropped Karen home with the words, “See you tonight,” that I asked myself a leading question...

Could I fall in love with another girl?

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