(This is a belated follow-on from my story about Amanda being seduced, published only five years later...you can find it under my authorship)
I lay back on the bed, feeling the softness of the duvet under my bare back, my hand now between my legs. I was touching myself, rubbing my pink pussy, feeling how wet I still was. My hole was still leaking sticky fluids. I had felt stretched, very stretched, by Jayne's fist. But now I felt empty. I needed filling once again. I wanted to tell her this, but she had disappeared next door, into the walk-in wardrobe, closing the door behind her.
I fiddled with the radio station, changing it from Radio 4 to Capital Radio. I wanted to hear some pop songs while I waited for Jayne to get ready. The thought of her str*p-on filled me with excitement, and apprehension. I had no idea what it would look like, let alone feel like. What she would look like wearing it. My mobile buzzed. It was a text message, from Will. Oh no! I'd forgotten all about my boyfriend's 19th birthday party. It was starting in five minutes, and he wanted to know where I was. And there I was, lying naked on Jayne and Jon's bed, my thighs sticky with juice from where Jayne had pushed her whole hand into me. There was no way Will could know what was going on. So I replied, saying I was just getting ready, that I would be there soon. He texted back, saying he'd called my parents and I wasn't there. This irritated me a bit. I said I was changing at Janice's house and I'd be over asap, nothing to worry about. I wish he'd just leave me alone sometimes. I wondered where Jon and James were, whether they were still at the pub, whether they might be home soon. I wanted Jayne to hurry up, I felt all shivery at the thought of touching her – and being touched by her – once again.
When she emerged in the doorway she looked very different. It wasn't just the harness around her waist, the black leather straps which curved around her bottom and back again. Nor the large black plastic cock which protruded, obscenely, from her centre. She had also changed her lipstick to a much darker red. And she had tied her hair back, scraped it back across her forehead. It gave her, I don't know, a more strict appearance I suppose. But it was still my lovely Jayne of course. She was clutching a cold bottle of champagne and two glasses. She put them down and forced the cork out of the bottle. "A toast," she said, coming towards me, planting a kiss on my mouth.
"To me and Amanda. To our first fuck!"
I smiled back at her. "I can't wait."
She poured out the fizzy drink, patting my knee as she passed me the tall flute. "It may go to your head a bit," she warned. "But that's no bad thing." The glass was really big, but I knocked back half of it in one gulp. I was in that sort of mood. Trying new things, being adventurous. I couldn't help looking down between her legs, how unnatural it looked, her with her lovely ripe tits but also a big organ, sticking out from above her pussy.
"Drink up," she said. "I want you kneeling between my legs, sucking me off."
It only took me seconds to drain the glass and drop it on the duvet, taking my place where she ordered. Jayne remained on the bed, legs wide apart, daintily sipping at her champagne flute.
I instinctively knew what she wanted. Kneeling, I held the base of her plastic cock and began to lick the head of it. It was big. Eight inches, maybe, and very thick. "It's much bigger than Will's", I said.
"That's right, big," she murmured, running her hands through my hair. "So thick and big, take it in your mouth. Such a big thing. I want it nice and wet with your saliva."