Well, I’d already had cock this morning. As much as I was sure Melody could work a cock better than anyone born with a cock could, I wanted to enjoy her femininity, and I wanted to celebrate the purging of the toxic cock in my life by having penis-free sex. I mean, even though the cock was made out of silicone, who knew. I could wind up supporting it and letting it move in with me, if I liked it too much.

So I chose the shiny butt plug. It looked exciting. Was I supposed to use it on her? Was she going to use it on me? I’d already had a giant orgasm, so I was ready for anything. My body was so insanely sensitive, I felt like I could fit anything inside of it. Truthfully, just about anything Melody did would have made me cum again.

But more than wanting to cum again, I wanted to make Melody cum. I wanted to press my quivering body against hers and feel her shake. She was standing up now. I took the strap-on and put it back in the box, but I put the butt plug and the Hitachi momentarily on her coffee table with all the art books. I landed on my knees on her Persian rug in front of her couch.

I took my hands and I slid off her skin-tight leggings. They slowly rolled down her big and beautiful thighs. Her leggings made it down to her knees, and then she took control and grabbed my face, stuffing it between her legs. It was an incredible feeling—the elasticity of the leggings made it so her legs could only open so wide, and my face was stuck in between her thighs. I thrust my tongue out and licked between her pussy lips in any way I physically could. I could faintly hear her breathing as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it harder into her vagina. I moved my tongue up and down and sucked on her meaty pussy lips while I was happily trapped between her thighs.

She slid her pants entirely off, pushed me down on the couch, and grabbed the butt plug. She joined me on the couch, lay back, and moved her legs toward her ears, in kind of a pretzel position. I’d seen her do this on stage, but I never thought I’d get to experience it next to her, on her very own couch. She handed me the butt plug.

“Here. Put this inside me. . . . Slowly. And keep licking me.” She giggled. Yes ma’am! I was ready.

Then she put her hand out.

“Here! Spit in my hand,” she said. I worked up some spit and did as she said. She reached underneath herself and spread my saliva around her asshole. I loved being used as her own personal bottle of lube. My pussy was still soaking wet as I watched her moisten up her ass with my fluid.

I slid the plug in slowly with one hand, while I licked her vagina with the flat of my tongue. She had a thick, meaty pussy, and I loved it. I had seen so many men mesmerized by the layers of her labia. You could really get lost in there. I licked up and down her various flaps— each of them had their very own personality. I circled my tongue around while slowly working the shiny plug into her ass. She started moaning more loudly, and I knew I had found a good spot close to the top of her pussy.

I licked harder in that very same spot, and then the butt plug slid right in. She grinned.

“Good girl!” she said.

Now that the butt plug was in, my hands were free. I used one hand and slid my finger into her now slippery pussy. I slid a second finger in, but it felt like it needed another one. I licked her clit as I slid my fingers in and out, grazing the shiny butt plug that remained stationary in her asshole. As I said before, I didn’t have a whole lot of experience with women, but I felt like I knew exactly what to do with her body. Perhaps because I had been staring at it all summer, or perhaps because of the intense desire I had to make her cum, I just kind of knew what to do. I couldn’t explain it. Everything came to my tongue so naturally.

I could see her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She groaned from somewhere deep in her belly, and I picked up the pace with my fingers. The slick inside of her pussy was getting warmer. I took my fingers out for a second so I could lick the juices off of them. My greedy mouth wanted to taste her insides. My fingers tasted so good, so warm and creamy and moist.

She caught my eyes. I’d seen her give this look to people on stage. It was just a rule—you had to give her whatever she wanted when she locked on you with her hungry wolf eyes. Whether it was all of the money in your wallet, or your entire bank account . . . or, in my case, a giant orgasm, you just had to give it to her.

I could see the butt plug just lightly puckering in and out. It was so hot to see all of her erotic zones working together, and it was an incredible feeling to know that I was capable of making this happen.

“Fuck yeah, come on! Make me cum!” she said. “Come on baby, make me fucking cum!” She was panting. It was so hot to hear her talk to me like this, like we were in a fantasy. To think, just about an hour ago, I was assaulting someone in a strip club, and now I was in complete orgasmic heaven, tasting the wonderful wetness of Melody’s insides in my mouth.

I continued everything I was doing, but bigger and better and stronger. My fingers and my tongue were hard at work. I sucked and licked every part of her pussy, from her lips to her clit, and I curled my fingers inside of her until I found her G-spot.

“Yes! Right there! Right there!” she cried when I found it. I was overjoyed at my success. Her pussy was tensing up on my fingers, but I kept curling and thrusting them. Her vagina was getting hungrier in my hands, it was speaking to me. I slid one more finger into her, and her eyes widened. Her pussy was so tight, it was going to cut off my circulation, and I was perfectly fine with that happening. I would have happily donated my fingers to make her cum harder.

“Yes! Yes!” I heard her softly say. Her thighs shook. I could tell she was having an internal and clitoral orgasm at once. Her clit swelled up, and her pussy spit my fingers out. I’d never used a butt plug on anyone before—I’d never even used one myself—so what was I supposed to do? I continued to lick her clit while she was still mid-orgasm, but my fingers rested unsure on the plug.

“Pull it out, pull it out!” she said. Yes. Thank you. I was waiting for further instruction. I didn’t want to, like, use it the wrong way? Even though there was . . . only one way to use it. I pulled it out slowly as she continued to convulse and shake. I took my tongue off her clit and rubbed it with my fingers to put more pressure on her pussy. I needed my eyes to be fully focused on the plug in her ass, not only because it took a bit of concentration and coordination on my end, but also because it REALLY turned me on to watch.

I could see her asshole stretch to the shape of the plug as I pulled it out, hugging the sides of the wider ends. She breathed heavily as I slowly pulled it out, with a smile so wide, she looked like she was possessed. I licked the butt plug, reasoning I had tasted all her other parts and this was the last part of her I needed in my mouth. It tasted like fresh warm skin, if that makes any sense. I placed the plug back with the art books on the coffee table, and I got on top of Melody. My lips found my way to her mouth. We returned to making out furiously, our freshly orgasmed pussies pressed up against each other. Sucking each other’s tongues and licking each other’s lips. I could have kissed her forever, and I was going to keep kissing until she made me stop.

To go back and see Melody use a strap-on, turn to page 233.

To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 239.