I Get Laid

Alison’s pregnancy is not going well. She has something called breakthrough bleeding and after a lot of scans, the doctor told her she must have no sexual excitement of any kind….not even masturbation. Apparently, and I have no idea how they know this, when she gets horny and orgasms, her cervix dilates. She has a condition called placenta previa, where the placenta grows over her cervix. She could lose the baby and bleed heavily so, poor Ali….no sex for her. 

And no sex for her lovely boyfriend Chris either. She can’t even help him cum because she gets horny doing that, so they are living apart at the moment. ”If I see him naked, I start feeling sexy and it’s simply not allowed.” 

I can be a bit dense sometimes. Normally, I’m very astute, but sometimes I can miss what is immediately in front of me. I’d had three or four phone calls with Ali about her frustrations before I said, “It must be awful for Chris….going from sex every which way, and every day to nothing.” There was a big pause before she simply said, “Yes. It is. He needs a fuck.” 

Light bulb moment. 

“Well, I need cock too….what if I keep him happy until you’re back in action….maybe once a month?” Alison agreed that would be a good idea, which only left Emily. We spoke about it that evening, and to some extent it’s always been the elephant in the room. I’ve been completely honest that I would need fucking from time to time, but now, here it was. Real. If she had objected, I wouldn’t have done it, but she said, “Oh, but you must! In fact,…..(pause)…..not the first time, but maybe I’d like to watch one time.” 

Well, that first time was last night. Chris, bless him, was terrified! He looked and acted like a teenage boy about to have his first ever fuck. We picked last night because everyone else at home would be out. Mum, dad and Ali were invited to a friends home for dinner which left an empty home. 

My old room, although exactly the same as it was when I left doesn’t feel like ‘my’ room anymore. It felt more like a five star hotel room, but that actually helped. We kissed, gently at first, but I could feel the passion in Chris. Boy, he needed this. We began to undress each other, but the speed….oh my God….in the end he practically tore my clothes off and didn’t even fully undress me. He pushed me back onto the bed, pulled my panties aside and thrust himself into me. Four or five pushes later and he was done. 

We lay there for a while, him hideously embarrassed and spluttering apologies. I told him I had expected something like that…and I had. But Miss Brain, bless her, took over. “Let’s undress fully and get into bed.” Once there, I reached for the remote that controls everything in the room, from heat and humidity to the curtains and the lights. 

I like seeing the person I’m with, but this time, I closed the curtains and switched the lights off. Now we were in complete darkness, I began to get amorous with him. It didn’t take long before I felt him harden again, but this time, I had conditions. “Call me Alison. Speak to me like you do to her…for the rest of our time here, I AM Alison.”

He had me twice more before I went home. The second time was not as rough, but it was still very much on the raunchy side of the spectrum, and it was also anal. We kissed with increasing savagery, and he fucked me vaginally for about five minutes before repositioning his cock. Now, remember, he had already cum in me once, and very heavily too so his semen was running out of me down the crack of my bum and I was very well lubricated. So was his cock when, with a gentle but firm pressure he eased it up my arse. 

Emily has fucked me anally with ‘Mike’, but it didn’t feel like this. Chris fucked me beautifully, making me cum twice….but he didn’t cum himself. He pulled out after my second cum and just lay quietly by my side stroking my hair. Then…Ohh…maybe half an hour later, he whispered “Ali….I love you so much.” Miss Brain was all over it…”I love you too Chris….please….make love to me.”

And that is precisely what he did. We didn’t fuck…we didn’t screw…I was Alison, and we made love. I came three more times before he exploded inside me rearing up over me and crying out, “Ohhh Alison…..” 

We had to change the sheets, of course. And when we went our separate ways, we agreed…once a month….and only until the baby is safely here. 

Back home

Emily had waited up for me as I knew she would. She flew to me and hugged me. Then kissed me passionately and deeply. It was obvious that she wanted to have sex. “Wait…I’ll shower first…” I turned away, but Emily pulled me back. “No….I…..I want to see.” 

And so we went to bed. I knew I was drenched, both with my own squirt and Chris’s cum, and I wasn’t expecting much from Emily. She spent a lot of time between my legs just looking, but then I felt her tongue touch my hole once, twice, three times, each longer than the last. Then I felt Emily swallow. Miss Brain whispered “That’s her first taste of cum.” I’d love to report that I had another crushing orgasm, but the truth is I was almost spent. I did cum, but it wasn’t as strong as I usually cum with her..

Emily’s orgasms by contrast were immense. When I kissed her, I could taste my cunt and Chris’s semen on her lips. It was lovely to just be with her and especially lovely to cause such a reaction. As we lay together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, Emily whispered “Next time….I want to watch. Is that ok?” I’ll have to ask Chris, of course, but I don’t think he will object. 

Me? I got laid! Laid in the safest way imaginable. No picking some random guy up in a club…no risking catching something unpleasant…and no risk of being stalked afterwards. Lesbian sex is beautiful…it can be wild….untamed…and there is no doubt, I am totally uninhibited with Emily. Sex with a man is necessary for me, and being well and truly fucked has its own delights, but I realised that, especially during the second time, when he fucked me anally, I would have loved to have peed, but I held that back. 

Next month then….I guess that will depend on when Chris is free…he has a weird job that sends him travelling often at short notice. It might also depend on my cycle as well. I would happily fuck him at any time of the month, but not all men are into that. We will have to see. 

As for Emily watching, I really hope Chris agrees. I’d like her to see what sex with a man is like. No, I’m not planning or even hoping that she will want to join in or, for that matter, replace me and fuck Chris herself, but never say never.

The following morning, I woke to the feeling of Emily’s fingers between my legs. Sleepily, I spread my legs for her. I adore sex like this…both of us warm, sleepy, comfortable. Emily aroused me to perfection…the little nibbles on my neck, her teeth grazing my nipples, and her fingers dancing expertly on my clit. 

I stretched luxuriously and simultaneously, she eased two fingers inside me. In a way, similar to Alison, it’s best if Emily leads…that’s not to say I can’t, but it’s just the way it is right now. She kissed my ear which is most definitely an erogenous zone for me, before whispering “You’re beautiful….I love you so much.” Her fingers started to move inside me, pressing just hard enough on my g-spot. “Of course….(kiss)…..it must be said …(kiss)…..you are….(kiss)….a deliciously….(kiss)…..dirty….(kiss)…..cunt.” 

With that, one moment she was lying by my side fingering me, the next, somehow she had moved without taking her fingers out of me and was straddling my face. Her scent flooded me, and I opened my mouth and extended my tongue to lick her. “No….not yet… you don’t have my consent to suck me off.” 

Having her cunt so tantalisingly close, yet just out of reach was pure purgatory, and who but a former Catholic schoolgirl would know more about purgatory. Then there was a single drip of pure nectar…pure  cunt….and it landed right onto my lips. Emily bent forwards, exposing more of herself to my view, and her tongue started licking my engorged clit. 

Still she kept herself out of reach. I could see every minute detail, every fold of her labia…her puckered bum hole….and her gaping sex. I so wanted to reach up and pull her to me, but I also knew to do so,would spoil her game. I felt myself getting close. Emily knew and stopped what she was doing. She just held her fingers in me totally still, and I knew if I moved my hips, it would make me cum, but she would be disappointed in me, so I gritted my teeth and waited until I felt the budding orgasm recede. Emily rewarded me by allowing me a couple of licks of her cunt. 

Then she went back to sucking me. I have no idea how long this went on for. I started to count the ‘edges’, but soon lost track because when she stopped I got to lick her and that was a good reward. 

She resumed her fingering, and somehow, I knew that this would bring me off. I felt it build and build and build….so strong…and it kept building way beyond the point where I thought I would tip over. My eyes were glued to Emily’s cunt, mere inches away from my face…too far to lick…too near to ignore. 

I have no idea, nor can I possibly describe what happened next. I came, and the cum shattered my world. I lost touch with reality as total pleasure ripped through ever cell in my body. 

When I returned to consciousness, I was actually panting. The bed was soaked, and Emily was kneeling beside me smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She wouldn’t let me make her cum until later.

So, as I write this, I am utterly exhausted. Fucking Chris yesterday evening, then Emily last night and this morning. I need a lie down!. 

[Footnote. Sex with Emily can, and often does get messy. We both squirt, Emily less than me, but she’s learning fast. To this end, we have a mattress protector on the bed. That way, we can do whatever we feel like doing, and it’s easy to clean up afterwards. One rule…no squirt on the duvet!]