Bigboy and His Bitches Part 3

Bigboy and his bitches; Part 3

Vickie and Julie were in each other’s arms quickly, kissing, tearing each other’s clothes off until Vickie says, we need to slow down and get in that shower girl. They do. They hug as they stand under the hot streaming water laughing as Julie says, “I don’t think I can scrub off the slutty feeling of having a black man cumming in my married white pussy. God that was so nasty feeling, having my pussy stretched so much and feeling his black balls filling me so deeply. Have you ever felt a man’s cum so hot and squirting so forcefully inside you Vic?”

“Hmmmm wait till you feel an animal cum in you sweetie. If you think that was good you will love having Bigboy give you his baby seed. It feels like a volcano is erupting inside you. Then it feels like its puddling inside you, seething hot as it scalds your insides and spreads all through your body.

Thinking of fucking Bigboy while trying to soap each other’s bodies, hands sliding in cracks and crevices until we are both panting and moaning, is an exercise in futility. We enjoy each other’s bodies much to much to even attempt such a feat. It has always been this way since they were young girls. I remember the first few nights we had stayed over together after finding my father’s stash of porno. We had both eagerly turned page after page of fucking and sucking as our easily influenced young minds absorbed every minute detail on those pages.

I clearly remember Julie’s silence and the way she stared at one particular magazine and how she blushed when I had said something like, “Boy you must really like what’s in that one”, and reached and grabbed it from her as she sat there breathing heavy. I also fell silent as my eyes pored over the pages as I saw girls licking each other’s pussies and fingering each other with looks etched on their faces like they were in heaven. Each picture seemed to jump from the pages and I felt funny between my legs like I wanted to touch myself there.

When Julie came and sat beside me and began looking at the pages with me her leg was against mine and I was suddenly very aware of it and the warmth of it seemed to permeate all the way to my pussy as we gazed at women hunching their pussies into other women’s mouths. Then on one page there was a blond woman dressed all in black leather with holes for her titties and ass and pussy. She was holding a whip with a nude dark haired woman cowering at her feet. The next page had the blond woman wielding a large strap on black cock rammed in the dark haired woman’s pussy. Then we heard dad’s truck coming up the road and had to quickly put them back under his bed.

That night we lay in my bed and the tension was so thick between us it could have been cut with a knife. We both had worn only panties and tee shirts to bed when we normally wore PJ’s. I think we both knew we were wanting to explore the feelings we both had obviously experienced earlier but were to ashamed and embarrassed to talk about it. I was afraid she would think I was weird and nasty and laugh at me or worse. Every time our bodies touched that night it was like a jolt of electricity ran through us both. Julie was always the one unafraid to try new things and I was the laggard, always thinking of outcomes and consequences so it wasn’t surprising when she said, “Vickie, roll over here and look at me”. I rolled over and she was laying on top of the blankets completely nude with her head held up on her hand looking in my eyes. “If you don’t want to just say so but I can’t sleep thinking about you and me doing what we saw today”.

I had never felt so hot so quickly. My breath was coming in gasps as my mind grasped what she meant and my button was throbbing so hard it was like it was reverberating in my ears and my pussy seemed to feel empty. These were all relatively new feelings to me but I already knew I liked them. I was too embarrassed to speak so I just removed my panties and tee shirt and lay there looking at her as I wondered what we were supposed to do next. Julie was never the one to remain curious about anything for long and once I was nude she quickly put her arms around me and kissed me. Neither of us were well versed in kissing but I guess we had good instincts because soon we had our tongues entwined and were both rubbing our pussies on each other.

Julie actually seemed more in control than I was and my lips found her breasts and I began licking and sucking at her skin heatedly. The fire in my pussy was new and spread through my entire body like a wildfire. I wanted something bad, I didn’t quite know what but I knew that tasting her skin beneath my tongue and rubbing my button on her thigh seemed to bring it closer and closer. I wanted to enjoy this, to go slow, but I was driven to do what I had seen those women in the book doing, to make Julie’s face have that look of heaven etched on it. Julie wanted it too, her hands kept pushing me lower and her thighs opened widely, lewdly, her hips hunching and rolling and she moaned constantly.

Soon my mouth was hovering above her pussy and its scent excited me, drew me and my mouth closed over her button and she lifted her hips and put her hands on my head and held me to her as her hips out-turned and she began quivering beneath my mouth and I began licking her like a dog would as I sucked at her small button and soon her whole body was shaking and she was groaning like she was in pain until suddenly she sat upright and was pulling my head from her saying, “Oh my god that was fantastic Vickie. I think you made me cum. Lay down and let me do you now”, I did and she did and for the rest of our years in high school we learned each other’s bodies every chance we got. We were inseparable! We never dated boys from our town or school because we always wanted to share them. We actually thought we might be gay. We only used guys to heighten our own sexual pleasure when we dreamed up another way to cum such as when we would lick each other’s clit as our current boy toy fucked us.

It was a wonder no one we knew ever found out about us. We still thought we might be gay when Julie met Ray. She was telling me what a good fuck he was and how we would have so much fun with him. Then she began finding excuses that we couldn’t meet together with him and finally she told me she loved him and they were going to get married. I was overjoyed for her, hurt and wondering what would become of me, and if she wasn’t gay was I? After they were married we seemed to drift apart although we stayed in touch occasionally. I missed making love to her but thought she was happy with Ray and never dreamed she missed me also.

I knew I loved her. There is a place within my heart that will always have her in it. It had been hard for me to accept that as close as we’d been we could just part like we had. I knew she must love Ray tremendously for that love to separate us. Now I’m finding out that she missed me as terribly as I missed her. This thing with Jack was just another thing we shared together and showed us both that we still thought as one like back then.

Feeling the emotions and longings again that we had awakened in Jacks sleeper made it impossible for us to keep our hands from each other and soon we were laying, still soaking wet, embracing on my bed, kissing as we only kissed each other. I always felt like I was spinning down in a vortex that was sucking me into her body as our lips joined and our emotions soared at the closeness it brought us. Her kiss expressed what her words could never seem to say before. Today though, she broke the kiss, gazed into my eyes as if searching for something and said to me what I had said hundreds of times to her, “I love you, I really do Vickie, if that makes me queer or gay or whatever then so be it, I love you and I want you to know it”, she said with emotion.

My eyes filled with tears. All these years I waited for her to utter those words, those three words that my heart has ached to hear. I knew she loved me, it was expressed in her kisses and the way she made love to me but for whatever her reasons, Julie, the girl that never held back anything had held those three words from me all these years, until now. I looked at her and sobbed, “I know it Julie I always have. I have never doubted our love and never placed labels on it, it was just there always understood. I just never understood why you couldn’t say it?”

“I don’t tell people I love them unless I do. Other than my family I’ve only said that to one other person. I was never sure if what we had was just sex or real love. Ray taught me what love really is. When we talked about you and he said he was sure you wanted to fuck him and he admitted he’d always wanted to fuck you but he hadn’t, I realized why you hadn’t also. I realized that it was his love that kept him faithful just as it was your love that held you back from hurting me. All this time we’ve been apart was because I’ve loved him so much I couldn’t even trust you to keep from losing him but then I realized I WAS losing you and that broke my heart.