Note: This story has an almost entirely straight guy who is bribed by sexual favors from two women into having oral sex with a gay man. It's a sequel to the story "Hannah and Helen," but it's complete in and of itself. It's not necessary to read the earlier story.
"I still want to draw your dick when it's hard," the lovely dark-haired Hannah said to me the next day as we were standing in her bedroom, the walls of which were covered with her art work.
Hannah was and is an art major at the local state university, and some of her paintings and drawings were of nudes—including a couple of self-portraits. And she had a separate spiral-bound notebook where she had her more erotic drawings, which sometimes featured finely done drawings of women with close-ups of their pussies, and a few male nudes with their soft penises on display.
What she needed next for her collection and artistic development, she had decided, was a drawing of an erection done from life: mine.
Being technically still a virgin, and somewhat shy, the idea of showing Hannah my cock for a long drawing session still somehow gave me pause—even though just yesterday she had given me my first-ever blow job. In other words, she'd already had an up close and personal encounter with my erect penis.
Including swallowing my cum.
"We'll, maybe, as long as you don't show my face," I said eventually, not wanting to be recognized if I was to be part of her personal art gallery. "But only if I get to draw your...."
I still couldn't quite say the word, but she added it in for me.
"Pussy?" Hannah said with a smile.
"Sure," she added, without waiting for an answer, "And I'll even give you two views, just like Helen did yesterday—one with my legs together, and then with my legs spread so wide that you can draw my pussy lips, and the opening of my vagina."
She looked at me closely as she said that last word, looking amused. And then she said it again slowly and with an even more pervy smile: "My va-gin-a."
"Oh my god!" I said, laughing, "I can't believe you're talking like that!"
"But you like it!" Hannah said, smiling and confident, "don't you?"
"Your....pussy?" I finally was able to say, "Or when you talk dirty to me?"
"Both!" Hannah said, laughing herself now. She could hardly have been more sexy and charming at that moment, even though she was just dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and didn't have a bit of make-up on. She was a naturally sexy, slender, and yet curvy hippy chick and art student.
She also wasn't wearing a bra, and so the outlines of her breasts and nipples were visible through her white t-shirt, which was turning me on.
"Well, I'm sure I would like—love—your pussy," I said, "But I haven't even seen you naked yet—except in your art—and even then I don't think you've ever done one that shows—" and, as I looked around her walls,indeed I saw Hannah's beautiful perky breasts in her art, but not her pussy. This confirmed to me that it was a good idea to keep my face out of it if I let her—and Helen, probably—draw my erect dick.
And just then, Hannah's best friend Helen came back from the bathroom—the sound of the toilet flushing could still be heard in the background—and back into Hannah's bedroom.
Compared to Helen, the dark-haired Hannah was somewhat shorter, thinner, and more ironic. Helen, in contrast, was a blond goddess—voluptuous, tall, and a bit dreamy. She was a performance and video artist who right now did weird feminist pieces involving storytelling and sex.
Yesterday, when the three of us had been stoned, I'd become part of her latest piece, which was a video art work that was in progress about, as she explained to me, women's sexual pleasures—and more specifically her sexual pleasure and that of her women friends.
Helen intended to have a dozen little video screens in an upcoming art installation at the university gallery. The piece would show a confusing melange of fragments of video and audio clips of her and her friends having orgasms, as well as talking about their sexual experiences and pleasures.
Part of the point of the piece, as Helen explained to me, is that there was too much focus on men's sexual pleasure in culture, and so her art piece was about women finding their own sexual satisfaction in different ways. It was no doubt influenced by some of her feminist professors, and while I found the piece a bit too weird and personal, I didn't disagree with the basic point of it at all.
As I just mentioned, yesterday we'd been stoned, and Helen knew I had a crush not just on Hannah but on her—almost any guy would—and I was starring at the hints of her undies and pussy hair I could see through her very short cut off jeans.
To make a long story short, Helen had Hannah video tape us while I undressed Helen. And then—at Helen's request and with her directions—I licked and finger fucked her blond and wet pussy until she came. In fact, Helen came three times.
It was my first time ever to see in the flesh a pussy, and perform cunnilingus—and I was glad that it had gone as well as it did.
And Helen's face, pinkish and smiling, and sometimes twisted with ecstasy, was captured on video—along with glimpses of me between her legs eating her out.
After I'd pleasured her, I so wanted to lose my virginity by plunging my cock into Helen's wet cunt with its big pinkish lips, but Helen instead asked Hannah to give me a blow job, because she was so tired after all the orgasms.
And so, to my surprise, shock, and pleasure, Hannah immediately sucked my cock until I came in her mouth—which didn't take long.
Somehow even after having sex of different kinds with both Helen and Hannah, I was even less certain than I was before about what might be next. Was it possible I was going to have sex again with one or both of them? That seemed too good to be true. But the possibly seemed there, and whenever I thought about it I started to get hard.
And, honestly, I could easily fall in love with either one of these contrasting but equally beautiful—in body and mind—women, even if they were also both rather twisted.
But, as we'd talked about last time when we were stoned, but before the sex had started, each of the gals had people other than me in mind that they were lusting after. Helen wanted to fuck one of her male professors again, and seemingly was maybe in love with him, while Hannah wanted to fuck and have relationships with Helen and/or her handsome step-brother Mike.
But Helen is straight and Mike is gay—and so Hannah's strange desire to get it on with either of them seemed close to impossible.
Seemingly I was just taken on as almost a sexual assignment, perhaps almost a "pity" blow job, after going down on Helen as part of her strange performance art.
Meanwhile, Mike was in fact lusting after me. But since I was seemingly completely straight, there seemed no hope there either.
Except for the important fact that no one seemed to be deceiving anyone else about all this stuff, it seemed like a very tangled web indeed.
Anyway, Helen began things with a bang when she got back in the room, by saying: "So, Ben, have you been plotting the ways that you could convince Hannah to let you fuck her face again?"
"What?!" I said, "No! And....that's not quite what happened...."
I was a bit mortified, looking over at Hannah and thinking about when she was sucking on my dick the day before.
"Well," Hannah said, "It started out like a pretty standard blow job, but then I said you could hold my head. And you did. And then at the end you basically fucked my face for a little while until you shot in my mouth."
"I'm sorry, I....." I blushed and felt ashamed. I'd fucked Hannah's face? I guess, sort of, at the end, for about half a minute at most.
"Don't apologize!" Hannah said, "It was hot! I didn't know you had that kind of lust for me in you—until you almost shot your load down my throat."
"Oh my god!" I buried my head in my hands, still blushing, as I remembered holding Hannah's head gently but firmly and fucking her mouth quite fast.
Hannah came over to me and put her arm around me, pressing her breasts against me, breathing in my ear while saying, "I liked it when you fucked my face! In fact, I want you to do it again!"
"You do?" I said, looking up at her.
"Yeah," she said, looking at me, "I came so hard fingering myself when you left right after. I wanted you to lick my pussy, but you just seemed so overwhelmed, and almost flled after I swallowed your load."
"Do you want to fuck my mouth again?" she said, looking at me, and then opening her mouth wide as if to receive my cock, which in response rapidly started filing with blood.
