Cultivating Lilly Ch. 25 - Sex Stories

Cultivating Lilly Ch. 25

... the other in my...bottom." Lilly smiled. She was familiar with what Sophia was describing. "As he fucked me with the bottle, Gustov said he was going to stretch my pussy." She inhaled and ran a hand through her limp hair. "Jesus, fuck. I think he may have actually succeeded. I peed when I woke up and it's still...open. Am I some sort of freak for enjoying it?"

Lilly smiled and shook her head. "It's completely normal. That's what our pussies are supposed to be used for," she said. "It's a special place that's meant to be penetrated, stretched and filled." She had learned so much from the Vatspalts. "Your bottom, too."

Considering for a moment, Sophia said, "I never thought of it like that." She looked toward the hills, which were being awoken by a bright sunshine kiss. "I've never come so hard."

"They are incredible, aren't they?"

Sophia nodded, inhaling the clean morning air. Finally, she turned to Lilly. "My husband never fucked me so well and he has a great dick. But he doesn't know how to use it. He gets on top of me, comes in about thirty seconds and then falls asleep. I'm lucky if he licks my pussy on my birthday."

"He's only one man. It's impossible for him to compete."

"That's part of it, sure. But he could at least try."

"How long have you been married?"

"Just a little over seven years."

"I'm sorry," Lilly said. "How were you able to spend the night here?"

Sophia grinned. "I told him I was going to San Francisco for a girl's night out. He ...

... never even blinked when he saw what I was wearing. He was more focused on whatever game was on the TV."

They watched the sun rise for a few minutes and then Sophia stiffened and turned to Lilly. "I feel guilty. I cheated on him."

A tear spilled down Sophia's cheek and Lilly pulled her close. "I can't change how you feel, honey. I'm sorry."

"No, I suppose you can't."

"It was a decision you made on your own."

Sniffling, Sophia said, "Yes, I know that. But now I kind of feel bad about it."

Lilly thought back to everything she had learned over the past nine months and said, "But perhaps try to separate the emotional love you feel for your husband from the physical pleasure you experienced last night. They can be very different and can be mutually exclusive from each other." She turned to face Sophia. "Fucking - or being fucked - by my men last night, doesn't mean you don't love your husband. Just like loving your husband doesn't mean you can't enjoy having sex with other people. But that's only if you are willing to try and look at both from a different perspective. You have to be able to...to compartmentalize the two experiences."

Sophia wiped the tear away and looked at Lilly with nothing but admiration. She finally asked, "How old are you?"

Shrugging, Lilly said, "I'm nineteen." She traced her finger over the curve of Sophia's breast. It was cool this morning and her smooth skin was alive with goosebumps, her nipples tight pinpoints atop dark, puckered ...