All the Way (Part2) - Sex Stories

All the Way (Part2)

... and very willing to go the whole way with a man. According to Michael, your a very hot little piece of ass.” “You have no idea how much hearing you say that boosts my ego,” I told her, “I mean, I can't get a hard on and even if I could, I don't think my dick is big enough to satisfy a woman.” Donna smiled, “One of the best lovers I ever knew has a cock only an inch bigger than yours but he had staying power. He could fuck me for an hour or longer before he shot his load. Of course, that's a bitch when you're giving a blow job.” “Yes, I can just imagine how badly your jaws would ache if you sucked a big cock for over an hour. Hey, while we're waiting, would you like a glass of wine?” “Thank you, yes,” she smiled. I hurried to the kitchen and poured each of us a glass of white wine. Returning to her, I sat on the couch where we sipped and chatted until we could hear Michael's unmistakeable sounds when he was pumping his sperm into someone. A few minutes later, both he and Kathy came to join us in the living room. That was when I noticed that her pussy was just as bare as Donna's, something which it wasn't yesterday. I had to wonder when she'd shaved or if Donna or Michael had done it for her - not that it mattered. “You were right, Kathy, she's a world class pussy eater,” Donna said. “She even made me squirt again.” “I'm glad you enjoyed her,” Kathy smiled, “and thanks for letting me borrow Michael for a while. It's been a long time since I had a real man in my pussy, even ...

... longer since I had one as big as him. But I'm quite confident it won't be as long until I have a few more.” Kathy looked at me and smiled sweetly, “I'm sure you won't mind if I go out and find some cock, will you, Brenda.” “No, no of course not, at long as I can do the same,” I answered easily. After all, if she could go out and find some strange cock, so could I. “Of course you can, baby. In fact, we can go hunting together, you know, go to a singles bar and see if we can get picked up,” she grinned. “At least that's the way I used to do it.” “Well, I could always just go dancing,” I said. “Can you see how a lot of men would react to me once they felt down there.” “She's got a good point, Kathy,” Michael added. “Hey, I know,” Donna chimed in, “you can go to a bar that has a tranny night. That way anyone that's there will know up front that any girl could be a tranny. I mean, if they weren't at least interested in trannies then they wouldn't be there in the first place.” “What do you think, Brenda?” Kathy asked. “I think it sucks that we have to worry about the type of bar we choose. Hell, I wish I was a girl and didn't have to think about these things,” I added with a chuckle even though my expression was dead serious. “If you were a girl we probably never would have met,” she replied. “I hadn't thought about that. Okay, what do you suggest?” “Let's not rush into it. We can go to a regular bar and act like a couple of lesbians, which will keep most men away except those that ...