I secured the strap-on I'd borrowed from Leslie--Missy's, and I was pretty confident she'd used it on me last Halloween. It was double-ended, with a smaller shaft that went inside of me and a larger one for the guest of honor, and it had a remote for controlling the strength of the vibrations. Wearing it felt exhilarating as if I were holding a new kind of power. I admired my figure in the mirror, long legs, taunt ass, full breasts, puffy nipples jutting out, and neatly trimmed crotch, with a seven-inch purple cock sticking out that didn't quite fit in but felt damn good. I couldn't wait to surprise Stan once Jewel was done with him.

Jewel continued her leisurely pace, sliding up until Stan was almost free, then gliding back down to his balls, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Stan usually liked to switch to missionary or speed things up when I was on top, but tonight he wasn't calling the shots. We were in charge. He groaned, wanting more and wanting it faster, but Jewel maintained her steady pace, determined to savor every second of this.

Leslie's fingers circled her clit as Stan's tongue was deep inside her folds, rubbing her g-spot. She came with a cry, her juices smearing his face. After she had finished with Stan, she moved towards me and guided my strap-on to her slit. She lay back, and I climbed atop, sliding the dildo inside. She gasped, gripping my ass to pull me closer. As we rocked, the base of the toy rubbed against my clit, but the real thrill was the dominance I felt.

I watched as her pussy lips parted, welcoming the thrusts of my silicon shaft. I'd always been curious about how fucking felt from the guy's point of view, and now I understood to it felt to make love to a woman; her soft breasts filling my hands, nipples rolling between my fingers, her breath catching with each of my thrusts. It was exhilarating, drawing out those lustful sounds with every push of my mighty cock. No wonder men were always so horny.