Retirement Living - Sharing Love 1

The following is a work of fiction. Neither the location nor any of the characters exist nor are they based upon anyone or any real place. The one thing that is based upon fact is the narrator’s ability to project emotions into his lover’s mind. Although this may seem unusual, it is an ability that the author has and regularly practices with his wife. The thought of sharing that ability with lovers other than one’s spouse is a bit scary to me due to the chance of misunderstanding that might cause problems, which is part of the reason why I wrote this story.

This story is part of a series of stories about life in a senior living community. Most of the other stories have titles that include the words “Senior Community”.

The narrator character and his wife, Sharon, decided to share their love for each other with various other residents of the community who are lonely and whose sex life is almost nonexistent. This story introduces three new women, Monique, Bev, and Becky who all have different reasons for living a lonely life without a partner or even sexual outlets.

This is the first of four chapters in this series. If you enjoy reading this chapter, please look for the next two.

Chapter 1

My wife (Sharon) and I decided that we loved each other so much that it was only right for us to share our love with our neighbors and to expand our sexual activities to include some of our single neighbors. We live in a senior living community, and most of our neighbors are single women who have been widowed for a number of years and have not had any sexual companionship since they moved here following the death of their husband.

Also, I have recently developed the unusual ability to both sense the emotions of a partner lying next to me in bed and to project positive emotions into the mind of my partner. I cannot force this emotion on my partner if it is not wanted, but when I am projecting an emotion such as passion, love, happiness, or calmness; my efforts are always warmly received. This is especially true when the projected emotion is passion and it is projected during sex because the sensation is essentially the same as that of experiencing an orgasm, only in the mind instead of the body. When I project this emotion and my partner is sexually excited, she almost always orgasms both physically and mentally almost immediately, and the combination makes the orgasm that much more intense.

Once we agreed to share our love, Sharon and I discussed the individuals that we knew and who we thought might benefit the most from our sharing and who might be receptive to the idea. Most of the individuals on our list were women, which was to be expected since there are very few single men in the complex.

We ranked our list, and Sharon agreed to quietly meet with several of the women near the top to see if there was any interest. We felt that Sharon should make the initial contact since most of the interactions would probably involve my ability to project emotions, and we felt that it would probably be proper to start with a proposal of me spending a night alone with each of the women rather than suggesting that we start out with a threesome, which might be a bit more difficult for some women to accept.

There were a couple of men near the top of our list, and I spoke with each of them. Although each of the men on our list was married, their wives suffered from serious cognitive impairment and lived separately in a special area to prevent them from wandering off and getting lost. Each of the men expressed his appreciation at our offer but declined because they all said that they would feel guilty by sleeping with Sharon even though each knew that his wife would never know, even if he confessed his infidelity to her. I expressed my condolences to each of these men and said that I would have probably made the same choice if the roles were reversed. As one man said, “Our wedding vows say ‘Until death do us part.’ My wife is physically still healthy, but she is, for all intents and purposes, dead when it comes to loving me.”

After a few days, Sharon came to me and said that although she had not visited with her entire list, she had three women who wanted to speak privately with me before making a decision. Sharon felt that three women was a good number to start with, so she set up an afternoon “date” for each of the women to come by individually to speak with both of us.

Monique

The first woman to come by our apartment was Monique.

Monique is a rather homely-looking widow who has only made a few friends since moving in. Over a light snack, I explained to her that she needs to be open about her past sex life with her husband as we eat and to use clear words with us (her potential lovers) rather than trying to be socially correct. During our discussion, I quickly found out that her experience with sex has been rather limited, that her husband always took the lead in the sexual relations, and that her main experience had pretty much been limited to what was required for her to become pregnant with their two children. We found out that virtually all of her sex with her husband had been the missionary position. She said that he told her that it was her responsibility as his wife to satisfy his needs. Apparently, he did not feel that doing anything to satisfy her needs was necessary.

At the end of our conversation that afternoon, we all agreed that Sharon and I would both visit her apartment shortly before dinner the next day and that we would be spending the night with her in her bed as a threesome. Monique was not turned off by the idea of sex with Sharon; in fact, she seemed to be excited at the chance to experience something completely new to her.

The next day, we arrived at Monique’s apartment around 7PM. We all chatted for a bit before I suggested that we retire to the bedroom.

Before we all undressed, I asked Monique to sit on the edge of the bed so that I could prepare her for what was about to happen. I explained that this will not be like the times when you slept with your husband. I will be forceful and demanding at times, but I will always remain kind. I said, “What you experience as I start tonight will not be love, what you will experience will be sex without love. There is nothing wrong with this, but before we leave, when you experience sex with love, you will be able to appreciate the difference.”

As I was saying this, I put a hand on her breast and began groping her through her clothing. I also gave her a long kiss that was somewhat forceful to emphasize what I had just said.

I continued that it may seem like I am using you just as your husband did, but that is not the case. What I will be doing is having sex with you in different positions so that you can get an idea of how varied sex can be. Although it will be pleasant for both of us, the purpose is to educate you and not for me to enjoy your body.

As I am doing this, Sharon will also be doing things to stimulate you so that you can begin to get an idea of what it is like to have sex with two people rather than just one and what one woman can do to pleasure another. This time, you will not be expected to do very much for either Sharon or me. The purpose of what you are about to experience is all about you.

Assuming that you enjoy what happens before we leave and would like to join us for a night at our apartment next time, you will be an equal participant in our threesome and will be expected to do things to stimulate us as well.

Now that you have a general idea of what Sharon and I intend to do to you, do you still want to continue?

Monique immediately gushed, “Oh yes. From what you have said, it sounds like I have been missing so much throughout my life. I want to learn both how to experience pleasure and how to share with others. And what you are already doing makes me feel so much more sexy than anything that he ever did for me.”

As I was saying all of this to Monique, Sharon sat on Monique’s other side. She reached up beneath Monique’s blouse and began groping her other breast as she used her other hand to undo the clasp on Monique’s bra through the back of her blouse. Sharon also leaned over and gave Monique a passionate kiss, which was probably the first time that Monique experienced an open-mouth kiss from another woman.

Then, I suddenly hopped up and told Monique to stand. As soon as she was up, I instructed her to, “Strip while we both watch you. As you remove ALL of your clothing, slowly turn so that you give both of us a good view of your body. Do not do anything to cover yourself because we are going to see every part of your body before we are finished.”

As soon as Monique was nude, Sharon and I undressed. Then I instructed Monique to face the bed and to put her hands on her head and not move them until told. I moved behind and fondled her breasts from behind and also had my cock, which was now quite hard, pressed between her ass cheeks. Sharon knelt on the bed in front of Monique and began fingering her clit.

As we were doing this, I said, “This is the beginning of learning what it feels like to give pleasure to others. I have not begun fucking you yet, but Sharon and I are both enjoying sexually stimulating you. This isn’t being done just because we enjoy it; it is to provide you with sexual stimulation so that you will be ready for what all three of us will do later.”

My fondling of her breasts became increasingly rough until I began to concentrate on her nipples. As I was doing this, I was moving my cock up and down between her ass cheeks, and Sharon shoved first one and then two fingers into her pussy to start fucking her. Then partway through all of this, I moved back a bit and pushed my cock in between her legs and pushed my hips up so that my lower body was firmly pressed against her ass. As I did this, Sharon pulled her wet fingers out of Monique’s pussy and began rapidly rubbing her clit, which was now quite hard.

When her nipples were hard and starting to get sore, I told Monique to move her hand to her tits and to take over with her rubbing her nipples. I pushed a finger into her mouth to wet it and then abruptly reached down and shoved it into her ass. I paused to make sure that she was still rubbing her nipples and that Sharon was giving her clit and pussy a rapid fucking as I began to finger-fuck her ass.

Now I said, “Now we are finger-fucking you. Sharon is giving you your first lesbian fucking using just her fingers. As for me, I am using my finger to penetrate your ass. Your ass can be fucked in the same way that your pussy can, but as you can currently see, the sensations are very different.”

Then I removed my finger and told Monique to get into bed on her back and to spread her legs wide for me. Then I sat down next to her and pushed two of my fingers into in her pussy to fuck her and used my thumb on her clit as Sharon switched and pushed two of her already wet fingers into Monique’s ass so that Monique could sense the change in sensation with multiple fingers and the difference of taking Sharon’s smaller fingers in her pussy versus my larger ones.

When Monique started to gasp for air, I touched her mind and found that we had her near orgasm, so Sharon and I suddenly quit, and I told Monique to sit on the edge of the bed.

As she was moving, I told her, “We had you very close to an orgasm, but we aren’t ready to allow you that experience just yet. For now, Sharon and I will control your orgasms; once this lesson is over, you will usually be the one that decides when you get them.”

Once she was in place, I ordered her to give me a blow job while Sharon crawled up behind her back and resumed her assault on Monique’s nipples. I was wearing a cock ring and told her that I wanted to see her lips kissing my cock ring on every stroke. She turned out to be a great cocksucker, which I congratulated her on.

When I was about to cum, I repositioned her so that her back was on the bed and her head just off the edge. I shoved my cock back into her mouth and started fucking her face. At the same time, Sharon got between Monique’s legs and started eating her pussy.

I kept this up for a short time before pushing her forehead toward to floor so that her throat was straight, and I began deep-throat fucking her. I deep-throated her for a bit after I had let her get over gagging (I promised to be rough but kind). Then I started leaving my cock deep enough down her throat to cut off her air for a short time. I repeated this about three times, which I judged was enough times for her to understand deep-throat-fucking and that this was not going to be like giving her late husband a blow job.

I finally pulled my cock out of her mouth and told her to stand up. As she stood, I told her that she had been deep-throat fucking me while Sharon had been eating her pussy and that both were forms of oral sex that can be done all the way to orgasm.

I told her to get out of bed, and once she was standing, I positioned her so that she was facing the bed with her feet by the bed and her hands on the bed so that she was bent at the waist. As soon as she was in position, I shoved my cock deep into her pussy and began fucking her. I started slowly, but soon I had my hands on her hips so that I was using my body and pulling her toward me so that I was ramming my cock into her as hard and as deep as I could. While I was doing this, Sharon crawled beneath Monique so that she could suck on Monique’s nipples and so that Monique could suck on hers.

I told her, “Now you are taking a proper fucking in a position that is very different from the missionary position that your husband used when he fucked you. While I fuck you, Sharon is going to continue to stimulate your tits by sucking on them and probably nibbling on your nipples.”

I forcibly fucked Monique for about five minutes and only stopped because I was getting close to coming and needed to delay that.

So, I pulled out and ordered her to get onto the bed with her back on the bed and positioned with her hips at the edge of the bed so that I could lift her legs into the air. She didn’t quite understand what I wanted, so I had to use a bit of force to move her so that I could get her into position and lift her legs. This exposed her pussy and I could also lift her butt so that her pussy was at the same height as my cock as I stood next to the bed. As soon as her pussy was correctly positioned at the tip of my cock, I shoved it in and resumed roughly fucking her by driving my body into her as hard as I could.

I said, “This is a modification of the missionary position that your husband used, but I can drive much deeper and harder into you this way.”

As soon as I was about to come again, it was time for another change in position. This time, I didn’t bother telling her what to do. I motioned for Sharon to get out of the way and then quickly flipped Monique onto her stomach. I spun her body 90 degrees with her head pointed toward the pillows and spread her legs wide. Then I lay on top of her body to get into the starfish position. I pushed my cock back into her pussy and then fucked her from behind. In this position, she had to tolerate all of my weight continually crashing down on her hips and into her pussy. At first, I tried to jackhammer her, but I had to slow my pace as I was again near the point of coming.

I told her, “This position is called the starfish and it allows me to fuck you and also allows me to put as much or as little of my weight onto you as I wish. It is also a fantastic position for fucking you in the ass, which is something that you will experience later.”

After fucking her from behind like this, I parked my cock deep in her pussy and pulled an anal bead cock ring out of the drawer where I had placed it earlier. I lubed it up, pulled my cock out of her pussy, slipped the ring around my cock, and pushed the ring up to the regular cock ring I was wearing. I rotated the bead ring so that the beads were parallel and just above my cock so that I now had a double cock to use on her. My cock was a bit longer, so as I put my cock into her pussy, the beads also began to enter in her ass. With the combination, I could fuck pussy and also her ass with beads. I did this to introduce her to the idea of double penetration.

This time I said, “This is an introduction to ass-fucking, but with little beads that stimulate your asshole every time that I thrust in or out of your pussy.”

As I was doing this, Sharon moved so that her pussy was in front of Monique’s face. Sharon pulled Monique’s face into her pussy and started grinding against Monique until Monique finally started eating Sharon.

Sharon said, “That’s it, Monique, eat my pussy. Make me come. I hope you enjoy the taste, but frankly, I don’t give a damn so long as you do a good job … like that.”

After fucking her with my cock and the beads for a few minutes, I pulled out of her pussy and ass. I removed the beads from my cock, lubed my cock, and, without warning, I suddenly drove it into her ass. She had just gone from her first double penetration fucking with a rather small diameter bead stick to my large cock with no warning. I drove my cock all the way into her ass and then left it there for a minute to allow her time to adjust and catch her breath.

I said, “Now this is a true ass-fucking. Notice how different my cock feels from when I was just fucking your pussy?”

I then started slowly fucking her and gradually increased the speed until I was giving her as violent an ass-fucking as I could manage. After a while, I let up just a bit but reached beneath her and played with her clit until she had her first orgasm of the evening with my cock deep in her ass. Monique screamed when she came, which must have given Sharon a thrill since Monique’s face was still buried deep in Sharon’s pussy when she screamed.

Once Monique had recovered, I left my cock deep inside her and slowly explained to her how she can force me to come when she is being ass-fucked. I explained that by clenching her asshole around my cock, she can greatly increase my level of stimulation until I come inside of her. I slowly fucked her as I explained this. Once I finished speaking, I suddenly started rapidly fucking her again. She clearly understood what I had just said because she clenched her asshole around my cock and thereby experienced receiving her first load of cum in her ass. She screamed again when she felt me come and shuddered all over with an anal orgasm to match the one she had experienced a few minutes earlier.

I said, “That’s a good girl. You did great and took it so many new ways. We are both proud of you.”

I pulled out of her and plopped down beside her on the bed, and Sharon moved next to her on the other side and immediately gave her a passionate kiss. We both held Monique as I said that the rough sex phase of our session was over for the night. From now on, everything would be gentle and loving. Sharon told her that she had done wonderfully and that she was a real champ for taking a very rough fucking in positions that were all new to her and that she had even experienced more than one orgasm.

Monique said, “Is that what happened to me? I have never felt anything like them before, and they were so different.”

I said, “My dearest Monique, all that is going to change now. Not only will you experience an orgasm anytime that you have sex with us, but Sharon will even come by tomorrow and teach you how to use a vibrator to get them on your own. The reason why the two were different was because one was a normal female orgasm in your pussy and the other was an anal orgasm in your ass.”

Monique had a beautiful smile on her face, and Sharon and I tightly hugged and kissed her. She kept thanking me for fucking her in so many ways and for teaching her so much. I had been worried about being too rough on her, but we all found out that she likes it rough.

I suggested we all needed a shower now before going to sleep. We moved into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Monique soaped me and started by washing my cock and balls as Sharon soaped her from behind. I could tell that Monique had done this before because she paid special attention to cleaning the rim around my cockhead and was extremely gentle. Her attention quickly had my cock very hard again.

Then, Monique and I soaped Sharon. I played with Sharon’s tits and nipples while Monique soaped her pussy and gently rubbed her clit to apply what she had learned about pleasuring another woman. I then whispered in Monique’s ear that it wasn’t over yet.

I turned Monique so that she was facing the wall so that I could begin to lovingly fuck her pussy from behind and play with her still soapy nipples while I had her pinned against the wall. That is when I finally used my mental projection trick on her for the first time. I projected extreme passion into her mind and kept the intensity of my projection up long enough to drive her to her most intense orgasm yet, which got me off too. As a result, she took another load of cum from me, but in her pussy this time.

We all returned to bed, held each other, and I projected passion again to mentally fuck Monique to her first emotional orgasm that did not involve any physical stimulation. We both let out an orgasmic scream as I felt her emotions along with her. I collapsed next to Monique, totally spent both physically and mentally. I wanted to mentally fuck Sharon too, but I was too tired to be able to continue with managing the passionate level of mental stimulation again. So I dropped back to a less intense, loving mental touch and switched from one woman to the other before finally using a calming touch that allowed us to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of the coffee that Monique had brought into the bedroom. We all sipped our coffee and discussed our previous evening together. As soon as we finished our coffee, Monique removed her bathrobe, gave me enough of a blow job to make me hard enough so that she could mount me, and then she gave my cock a long, hard cowgirl ride. Sharon decided that she wanted a fucking too, so she climbed onto me so that she could kiss Monique and rub her tits against Monique’s as Monique bounded up and down and so that I could eat Sharon’s pussy.

As Monique began to become fatigued from all this exercise that was unusual for her, she collapsed on the bed next to me and kissed me hard before whispering to me, “Do it again.”

I understood what she wanted and mentally drove us both into a passionate frenzy that resulted in a mental orgasm for both of us. But this time I was well rested, so I sat up and told Sharon and Monique to face each other in a tight hug and kiss. Once they were in position, I had them start rubbing their tits together to stimulate each other. I gave them a minute or two of that before projecting a strong wave of passion that hit both of them equally. Monique was still quite aroused, but it didn’t take Sharon long to catch up and the both suddenly broke their kiss, squealed, and began shaking with a simultaneous physical orgasm that the mental one had just triggered.

We all got dressed, and I promised that this would not be the last time that we would spend a night with her and that Sharon would also be available for an afternoon or a night without me. But I stressed that anything in the future would not be solely my decision or Sharon’s. Any future nights together will need to be something that we all agree upon.

I looked at both of my lovers and said, “I will leave it up to the two of you to work out any future twosome or threesome nights. But Monique, my dear, I promise any future sessions will not be like last night; they will be like this morning, unless more of last night is something you request from either one of us.”

As we headed to the door, Sharon turned and asked, “Monique, would you be available for about 20 minutes at 2PM this afternoon so that I can come by to give you a gift of a vibrator and to show you how to use it by yourself?”

With a twinkle in her eye and a wry smile, Monique said, “I am available at 2, but how about 1 PM instead, and that you plan to stay a bit longer, my love?”

That afternoon, Sharon didn’t get home until after 3 and appeared to be totally worn out.

She said, “We may have created a monster. She will be here on Saturday night. I told her about your female persona and how much I love it when you have lesbian sex with me. That really, really got her turned on. Then I told her about how I use a strap-on to fuck you. After the workout that she gave me, I am positive that she wants to use my strap-on to fuck you as a woman and that she not only wants to fuck you as a woman but also to repay you for the ass-fucking that you gave her. Therefore, you should plan to be wearing your bra, wig, and some jewelry beneath a light robe before she arrives, and I will stay out of your ass until then to give it a rest.“

Bev

I asked Sharon to put Bev on the candidate list. Bev is very beautiful, and I was highly attracted to her. I had always been amazed that she was not surrounded by both male and female admirers hoping that she would find them attractive enough to develop a relationship, but that never seemed to happen. What I did not realize was that Bev was single because she was a femme lesbian who was very introverted and shy. As a result, she is very uncomfortable around other people, in either large or small groups or even individually.

Professionally, she is an artist who enjoys painting landscapes and prefers to spend time by herself surrounded by nature, both working on her art and searching for new vistas to paint. Her life is not a particularly happy one due to being lonely, but she doesn’t really understand this because this is what her life has always been like. Understandably, she has virtually no experience with sexuality and doesn’t realize what she has been missing because she has never experienced love or even a close friendship.

I am not sure how Sharon convinced Bev to come for a visit, but Bev agreed to come and talk with both of us. We started out with pleasantries and talked about where each of us had lived, and then Sharon carefully guided the topic of the conversation to friendship, love, and sexuality. This is when I discovered that she is a lesbian and was therefore not at all attracted to me as a man. In fact, she was very uncomfortable with even having me in the room. To help smooth her obvious nervousness around me, Sharon explained that I am bi-gender and that when Sharon and I are in bed together, I can either seem to be male or female.

Once Bev processed this new concept, she seemed a bit less uncomfortable with me, but I could still see that she was more uncomfortable with me than Sharon. So I asked her if Sharon had explained my ability to project emotions. Bev said that Sharon had and that she wouldn’t have come if Sharon hadn’t previously described my ability and also the feminine aspects of my bi-gender personality.

So, I got up and moved to be closer to Bev and said, “Let me give you a quick demonstration. First, I will try to calm your nerves, and then I will give you a very light touch of an emotion that I share with Sharon.”

Bev agreed to let me, so I quickly touched her mind to see how nervous she was before I started. I found that she was nearly panicking due to my close proximity. So I projected a very strong calming emotion toward her. This also helped calm my own nerves about being so close to her beauty. Once I could feel her nerves calm and I could see her visibly relax, I projected an emotion of love, which was easy to generate due to her beauty. I only gave her about ten seconds of love before breaking the connection because I didn’t want to overdo it this first time.

Bev put her hand to her chest and said, “Wow. I have never felt anything that powerful.”

Sharon and I both laughed and assured her that what she had just experienced was almost nothing compared to what my feminine self could do with her in bed. Then I turned to Sharon and said, “Dear, I will need to do it alone this time,” to which Sharon quickly nodded her agreement.

Bev was much more relaxed now and seemed intrigued, so she asked about the details of how sex with me would work since I am physically a male.

I explained that, “If you are willing to spend time with me in bed, I will bring a change of clothes to your apartment, and while you are undressing, I will change into my female persona. Once I change, you will barely be able to recognize the woman who walks into your bedroom and joins you in bed. I will then have lesbian sex with you. I will be responsible for all sexual experiences and contact. Your role will simply be to rest and enjoy. At no time will either of us remove any of my clothing, nor will I ever appear to be male after I transform into a woman, other than my voice, which I regret that I cannot do anything about. However, during our time in bed together, I will need for you to always be totally nude.

“Once we are finished, I will help you relax, and we will go to sleep together. Then it will be like the lyrics of the song say, I will be gone in the morning when you wake up.”

Bev appeared to be about ready to agree, but I sensed that the idea of sex with another person was still something that she was not comfortable with. So I said, “Let me give you a short mental taste of what sex with another feels like.”

With that, I moved a bit closer to increase the strength of my projection. I touched her mind to confirm that she was still calm, and then I first projected another few seconds of love, followed by a short burst of extreme passion. I only gave her about five seconds of passion because extending that emotion with Sharon for more than a very short time often sends her into an orgasm, and I didn’t want to scare Bev with that. When I broke my contact with Bev, she leaned back in her chair, put her hands on the cushions, and tried to process her feelings. She asked, “Is that what it would be like?”

Sharon giggled and said, “No, dear, he barely touched you then because that level of emotion requires you to build up to a point beforehand so that it will not be overwhelming. If you agree to have lesbian sex with him, the full experience is ten times as powerful as what you just felt because it involves physical excitement before the mental stimulation. I promise you, he can be an outstanding lesbian lover so long as you succeed in getting past his voice and genetics. He has driven me to more lesbian orgasms than I care to admit.”

Sharon paused for a second to let her process that before asking, “Dear, this is a very personal question and not something that I would normally ask anyone, but have you ever experienced an orgasm? Have you ever stimulated yourself with a vibrator?”

Bev bowed her head and very quietly said, “No.”

With that, Sharon said, “Before you have lesbian sex with him, I need to come for a visit and loan you a vibrator.”

Bev asked why that was necessary. Sharon said, “You need to experience physical sexual stimulation to the point of orgasm beforehand so that when the two of you have lesbian sex, you understand what is happening and don’t end up passing out from overstimulation and thereby miss much of the fun. You just got a brief touch of the much more powerful emotions that you would be experiencing almost continually for more than 30 minutes.”

Bev smiled and said, “I could feel like that last contact for 30 minutes?”

I grinned and said, “My dear, my female self could hold you at that level of emotion for as long as you want, and what we haven’t said is that I experience all those emotions in parallel with you. I will experience every orgasm that you do and will love you all the more for our shared experiences.”

Bev jumped up and said, “I agree and want to get started as soon as possible.”

Sharon stood and told her, “In that case, let me get a vibrator, and we will go back to your apartment right now for a quick lesson. Then we can talk about timing for your sleepover with my husband’s lesbian self.”

About an hour later, Sharon returned from Bev’s apartment. At first she looked disappointed, but then a big grin erupted on her face. She said, “I just had my first true lesbian experience myself and loved it. I am already in love with her and envy your opportunity to spend more time with her. You are going to find Bev to be a very receptive lover, and I am going to warn you, unlike me, she is a screamer. I showed her how to position the vibrator, and she almost immediately had her first orgasm.

“The only way that I am going to ever see that vibrator again is to buy one for her as a gift. It is probably between her legs right now. Also, she insisted on using it on me to observe my reaction, which she followed with an extremely passionate kiss. Since we were both nearly nude, I showed her the 69 position for lesbian oral sex, and her tongue is so good that she almost immediately had me screaming along with her. I now agree with you that I am afraid that we will both be falling in love with her. If she reacts to your female persona as I know that she will, I foresee frequently hosting her for threesome nights almost as soon as your night together is over.”

Sharon said that the two of them had compared calendars and had decided that I would be spending the next Friday night with Bev. To say that I was eagerly awaiting Friday is an understatement. So, I immediately started gathering the things that I would need to take to Bev’s apartment to transform myself into the individual that I hoped would be her longtime female lover. I have a bra with C-cup mastectomy breast forms that when worn over my male chest, makes me appear to have D-cup breasts. I placed the bra with the forms in a travel bag along with a sheer but opaque body stocking that was tight enough to smooth my features to make me appear more feminine, a wig with wavy shoulder-length brown hair, and a pair of black 4-inch stiletto heels with ankle straps. I added a heavy gold choker necklace and large gold, clip-on hoop earrings.

I thought about adding a longer gold necklace with a pendant that would fall between my breasts with a pendant that was some symbol appropriate for a lesbian, but I decided to skip it since experience with Sharon had taught me that a necklace of that length just gets in the way during sex, even if I tuck the pendant into my bra.

I also packed a pair of latex gloves and a tube of lube because I was hoping to be able to work up to the point where I could fuck Bev’s pussy with more than three fingers (hopefully my full hand) and wanted the gloves to cover my fingernails for her. I also threw in a powerful wand vibrator and a lifelike oversized dildo (two inches in diameter and 10 inches long) in case the opportunity arose to fuck her with a ‘girl cock.’ I didn’t mind causing her discomfort due to fullness with a dildo of this size but didn’t want to cause her outright pain. I just didn’t know what I would be able to get away with since she was nearly a virgin.

Several years ago, Sharon had taught me how to apply eye makeup, but I was out of practice and needed fresh supplies. Eye makeup helps reinforce my feminine appearance and also my mental state, but it is too much work for when I am just going to jump into bed with Sharon. So Sharon went with me to the store to help guide me with the selection of the proper colors and products so that I would appear highly attractive for Bev, but not garish. Sharon said that it was strange to be selecting eye makeup for someone else’s skin tone and that a combination would also be attractive to another woman rather than to a man. I then spent the rest of the week practicing quickly applying the makeup correctly and also removing it for my trip home the next morning.

Friday night -– Everything was packed and ready to go. Sharon had arranged with Bev for me to arrive at 7:30P. I gathered my bag and knocked on her door promptly at 7:30 according to a small woman’s watch that I had borrowed from Sharon just for this occasion.

When Bev answered the door, she was wearing a light, very sheer robe with nothing on beneath it. Her robe left nothing to the imagination, and I was immediately turned on by this and had to calm myself down and keep reminding myself that I was not a male while in her presence. She offered me a drink, which I quickly accepted because I was pretty sure that we both needed something to calm our nerves. When she sat down across from me (I was still male, after all), I touched her mind and confirmed that she was very nervous but was also as excited about this as I was. I explained to her that I had just touched her mind and that she should know that I was just as nervous and excited about this as she was.

As we finished our drinks, I asked where I could change. She escorted me to her guest bedroom and bath. She showed me a small makeup mirror on the counter and then pointed the way toward her bedroom and asked that I meet her in there.

I told her that it would take me about 10 minutes to transform, so I said, “Just stay comfortable and try to remain as calm as possible while I transform. As for me, I will be busy but will also be reminding myself to calm down.”

The first thing that I did was to enter the bathroom and apply my eye makeup and then my lipstick and cover. Once I was happy with the result, I undressed but kept the thong underwear I had been wearing. However, I tucked my cock down between my balls and pulled the thong up tight to try to minimize the profile of my male genitals. The next thing was to put on my bra and then the body stocking. The body stocking took a bit of tugging and pulling because it was designed to be tight, and the tight fit helped smooth my profile, but I had been practicing putting it on quickly too.

I looked at myself in the mirror to confirm that the thong and body stocking hid my cock as much as possible and that I now appeared to be a female. Then I added the gold choker necklace and earrings. The last step was to put on my wig and the stilettos.

After one final glance in the mirror to confirm that I had achieved the appearance that I wanted and that my earrings and choker were not tangled in the hair of the wig, I opened the door and did my sexiest stiletto strut out into the room where Bev was waiting. Bev gasped when she saw me. She had been expecting a man in drag to appear who was wearing too much makeup, not a sexy woman who looked nothing like the man who had arrived at her apartment for a drink. She stood and walked over to me, grasped my shoulders, pulled me so close that our breasts pressed against each other, and then she gave me a very passionate kiss.

She hugged me even more tightly and whispered, “You are gorgeous, darling, and much more than I could have dreamed of”.

I thanked her and said, “I am nowhere near as beautiful as you, my little kitten. Now, before we distract each other any further because we are both starting to get far too excited, please show me some of your paintings. I don’t think that I will get the opportunity to see them until some other time far in the future, and I want a guided tour of them tonight. Besides, we both need to calm down a bit after that kiss.”

Bev walked me around her apartment and explained the setting for the different paintings. I knew just enough about painting to ask a few questions without appearing to be too ignorant. When we reached the last one, I gently turned her to face me, hugged her so that our breasts touched again, and gave her a long, passionate kiss. When I finally broke the kiss, I could tell that she was starting to become a bit weak in the knees, so to delay a bit, I asked her if she had been practicing what Sharon had taught her.

She smiled demurely and said, “Yes, I hope that I am experienced enough now to appreciate your touch and that I can last long enough to experience the full gamut of your love.”

I replied, “Kitten, you only needed that practice to learn more about your body’s reaction to sexual stimulation. Our time together tonight will teach you much, much more about love between two individuals. And I want you to understand that tonight is about love, not sex. Tonight, the sexual stimulation that I provide you is a physical expression of the deep love that I already feel for you and your beauty. I am already deeply emotionally attracted to you even though we have barely met and have only begun to explore our feelings for each other. Tonight, the main point is for us to build upon that love and not to teach you about sex, although I am sure that you will be learning a great deal about both.

“However, I also want to warn you that I will be trying to test your sexual limits as we explore our love. You exude sexuality like no woman or man that I have ever met, so I plan to help you find what parts you enjoy and what you do not. If you find me doing something that you do not enjoy, speak up immediately. I won’t promise to stop right then because sometimes I will be building to something else, but I want you to know that I have absolutely no intention of causing you any physical or mental pain. This is all about sharing love with one another, and I need to learn as much about you as you need to learn about me and about your own sexuality. Although I may do some things that feel a bit uncomfortable at times, these things will all be done to help you learn about yourself and will be an expression of my love for you. So my little kitten, are you ready to explore a whole new part of yourself and the world of sexual love?”

Bev rather quietly said, “Yes,” but then a bit louder, “You spoke about making love, but in the movies, that always involves both people. How will I know what to do for you?”

I laughed and said, “My dear little kitten, you will be making love to me simply by reacting to my touch and drowning yourself in the emotions that you will be experiencing. You experienced how Sharon’s husband was able to project emotions to you when he touched your mind? Well, when he touched your mind, he also experienced the very same emotions that you were feeling. Tonight, as I drive you to orgasms of ever-increasing intensity, I will also be experiencing your emotions and the same orgasms that will sweep over you. That is how you will be making love to me in return tonight. Assuming that we spend more nights together, we can explore how you can return the physical side of that favor at some time in the future. In fact, I already have a dream of how that might happen, but that will have to wait. Tonight is about our love and both of us exploring your sexuality together.”

With that, I gave Bev’s lips a quick kiss and then gently took her hand, and we held hands as we walked into her bedroom.

Once we were in the bedroom, I walked her over to the bed and asked her to sit on the edge. I gently removed her robe as she was sitting down and carefully laid it aside. Then I sat down next to her. I gently put my arms around her shoulders and gave her another passionate kiss that seemed to last forever because we were both quickly becoming very emotional. I touched her mind and found how excited she had become, so I projected a calming emotion to try to bring both of us back down a little bit.

As soon as I was satisfied with her emotional level, I projected an emotion of intense love. Almost immediately she gave a shudder, hugged me hard, and pressed her lips even more firmly against mine in the only way she knew how to reply right now. I let the kiss go on for a bit longer because we were both enjoying it. I finally broke the kiss long enough to whisper in her ear, “Now it starts, my little kitten.”

With that, I kissed her again and moved my free hand to her breast and began to caress it. This produced an even larger shiver, and she started to draw back, but my arm around her shoulder allowed us to maintain the kiss, and she soon relaxed. As I caressed her breast, I soon felt her nipple harden beneath my palm, and the intensity of her return kiss grew. After a few minutes, I moved my hand that was on her shoulder down and around her body so that I was soon caressing both breasts. This was causing her to occasionally shiver with excitement, but she seemed to feel much more comfortable with this newfound feeling of being sexually stimulated by someone else. I was now grateful for the time that Sharon had spent with her earlier in the week. If I had been doing this with a woman who had never experienced an orgasm or made love to another woman, the night would have been very short, and Bev would have ended up in tears.

I would occasionally move my hand on her far breast to her back so that I could provide soothing strokes as I moved my first hand back to its starting point on her far breast. I had been working hard to resist touching her mind but finally gave in. I was surprised to find that although she was excited by all this, she was fairly calm with a strong emotion of love. That was the perfect situation for me to get started!

I finally released my physical hold on her and motioned for her to get into bed. I told her, “That was the preliminaries; now we move on to the main attraction for the evening. She walked around the bed, threw back the covers, and climbed into her side. At the same time, I moved a small bag from my overnight bag over to the floor on my side of the bed. This contained the latex glove, lube, and the ‘girl cock’ that I hoped to use on her a bit later.

I pulled my earrings off and dropped them in the bag, and then, as I started to climb into my side, she looked a bit surprised, pointed toward my stilettos, and asked, “Aren’t you going to take them off?”

I said, “Only if you insist, my dearest. I feel much sexier wearing them, and they help me keep my mind on the job tonight, which is pleasing you.”

She smiled and waved for me to get into bed quickly. As soon as both of us were in bed and our heads next to each other on one of her larger pillows, I asked if she was comfortable. She said that she was, so I told her, “From this point on, your only role is to try to stay as relaxed as possible and to minimize squirming. At times, that will be nearly impossible, but do your best. She nodded that she understood.

At that point, I had been stroking her breasts and playing with both of her tits, which was getting both of us really turned on. Without thinking, I suddenly moved so that I could suck on one of her nipples. After just a few seconds, I was surprised when she put a hand on the back of my head and pushed me closer so that I could suck harder. She also moved a hand around me and started groping one of my breast forms. The silicone of the form transmitted the pressure of her fingers to my own breasts, so in my mind, it felt like she was groping my real female tits.

As she moved her fingers around, she found that my fake tits also have nipples, so she started playing with them, which also really turned me on and forced me to concentrate on being able to do something I had always longed to do: suck on the tits of the goddess that I have admired from afar. I had told her that she wouldn’t be doing anything to make love to me tonight, and she had already proven me wrong.

The two of us were enjoying this so much that we kept it up for about five minutes until we experienced a mild orgasm at almost the same time. I leaned back up and gave her a huge kiss and then whispered, “Thank you. That wasn’t planned, but obviously I really needed to share that with you. That, my dear, is what making love is all about.”

Then I said more loudly, “Now, back to the business of giving you a real fucking even though I suspect that we would both enjoy playing with each other’s tits all night.”

Bev smiled and said, “Yes, I really enjoyed that and look forward to sharing more with you.”

With that said, I dropped the hand that had been stroking her breast down between her legs and started stroking her vulva. I could immediately feel that she was already very wet, which was a great sign and not surprising after playing with each other’s tits.

I considered where to start and decided that since she had experience with a vibrator, I would start out by playing with her clit. I quickly located it and found that it was already almost as hard as a rock. Both her time with a vibrator and our hugging, kissing, and my time sucking her nipples were really paying off.

I quickly started rubbing her clit with increasing speed. I monitored her breathing and noticed that she was already getting excited again. So, I kept up my attention to her clit and leaned over to give her a very firm and forceful kiss. I also made sure that my nearest breast form was pressed firmly against her breast so that she would subconsciously know that it was a woman that was starting to fuck her and not a man. The pressure on her breast (and mine) also added to the sexuality of the situation.

I released my kiss but moved down and started kissing her neck. It didn’t take long before her breathing became very forced and ragged until suddenly her whole body grew stiff. Then she shuddered and gave out a piercing scream. Because I could sense it coming from her rigid body, I touched her mind just as she was starting to shake and was able to project additional passion to help enforce the strength of her emotional reaction so that her orgasm was even stronger than normal and also so that I could feel it as well. The strength of her emotions fed back to me, and I let out a scream of my own and had to stop fingering her clit as an orgasm shook my body too. If her orgasms get stronger than that one, I may have a hard time getting through this night myself but will love trying to do so. I thought that I was in love with her before; now I was positive of it. Sharon had been right about Bev being a passionate lover, and now I truly appreciated Sharon’s comment about loving her first lesbian experience with Bev.

I switched my mental projection from passion to a mild level of love to help both of us calm down before the next stage. Once she was calm, I asked if she was okay to continue. I really didn’t need to ask because I could feel the eagerness in her emotions, but she didn’t know that. She immediately almost rolled onto me and grabbed my jaw to give me a hard kiss. It seemed like she was trying to force her tongue into my throat. Wow! Tonight is going to be one for the books.

Bev said, “That was far more intense than the ones that I get from the vibrator or from when Sharon and I shared each other. Are they all like that?”

Once she rolled back into position, I continued, “You experienced something like that with the vibrator, just without my supplemental emotional projection. You asked how you would make love to me. Well, you just saw that happen if you were still in control enough to see my reaction to your orgasm. I felt your orgasm along with you, and I promise, that was extremely intense for me too. Now we move on to something new.”

I asked her to spread her legs and lift her knees as I lifted myself up and moved down between her legs. I had just played with her clit; now she was going to get another taste of what oral sex feels like. But this time, she would be able to concentrate on the experience without worrying about eating Sharon’s pussy at the same time. I gently moved my tongue around the edges of her vulva and slowly worked my way toward her pussy and clit. I gave her clit a few quick flicks with the tip of my tongue, but she didn’t need much more of that right now after her last orgasm. So I quickly dropped down and started working my tongue in and around her pussy.

After her orgasm, her pussy was drenched, so I was able to enjoy cleaning her pussy juice out, which tasted heavenly. Then I started darting my tongue in and out of her pussy while occasionally making loops around the outer edges and the outside of her vulva. She quickly started moaning as I tongue-fucked her, so I moved back to her clit and concentrated on it to get her off again because her pussy was going to get far more attention later. With all that she had just been through, it didn’t take long before she tried to crush my head between her legs as she had another strong orgasm. I didn’t try to mentally enhance this orgasm or join in because I was just hoping her legs were not as strong as I suspected.

Once she had recovered and I was able to get free of her leg lock on my head, I moved back into my normal position and moved my arm that was normally between us so that my elbow was behind her neck and so that I could reach down to play with her far breast and nipple. Then I lowered my other hand back to its previous position between her legs. But this time, instead of going for her clit, I rubbed my fingers around her vulva to get them wet and then pushed my middle finger into her pussy. My guess is that this was the first time that she had been penetrated by anyone outside of a doctor’s office because she immediately tensed.

I slowly stroked my finger in and out to introduce the sensation of having her pussy fucked. I reminded her to just relax, and I could sense a growing level of enjoyment, love, and passion in her emotions. As her passion level increased, so did the pace that my finger moved back and forth. I also introduced other movements so that it wasn’t a simple in-and-out motion now but one that included movement from side to side and around inside her pussy. I kept this up for about five minutes until I sensed another orgasm approaching, so I dramatically increased the speed of my finger-fucking and added a mental projection of passion.

As before, she suddenly shuddered and then let out an even louder scream. Since I was also participating mentally, I also felt how much stronger this one was than the first orgasm had been. So, I gradually slowed my motion rather than suddenly stopping and left my finger in her pussy until I could feel her body and mind finally relax.

At that point, I pulled my finger out and then pushed it into her mouth. I told her, now you get to find out what your pussy juice tastes like. She eagerly licked my finger and then rolled back over toward me to kiss me, but this time she continued her roll until she was on top of me. She then pushed her spit into my mouth and said, “I want you to taste me too, my sweetheart.”

She rolled back into her position, and I told her, “We have made a great start, kitten, but the night is long, and we are both a bit drained right now. Let’s just hug and kiss for a bit so that we can both recover.”

With that, she wrapped both of her arms around my neck and planted another big kiss on my lips. Then she did something totally unexpected: she grabbed one of my breasts and started playing with it again. It didn’t take her long to start playing with the nipples on my breast forms again. Now I knew that my male-female transformation had been even more successful than I had hoped. She was treating me just like a lesbian lover, which was more than I could have hoped.

As she played with my tits, she asked, “Do they get even stronger?”

I replied, “I hope so. I have never experienced love with anyone whose emotions are as strong as yours, so this is new territory for both of us, and I hope to keep driving both of us to higher and higher plateaus.

We hugged, kissed, and played with each other’s breasts for about 15 minutes before I could sense that she was ready for more action. At this point I explained that I had brought a few things to help with the next few levels. I reached into my bag, and the first thing that I removed was the latex glove and lube.

I explained, “I just gave you a finger-fucking, but that was beginner lesbian sex that any young girl can do to her friends. Now we move on to grownup level sex.” I put the glove on the hand that I had fucked her with before and spread enough lube on the fingers so that I wouldn’t need to rely upon her juices for lube, even though I knew that she was very wet.

I told her that last time you got one finger, now you are going to take more, and the glove is not for my protection but is to cover my fingernails so that I don’t cause you any internal pain. She looked concerned about the idea of taking more than a single finger until I reminded her that babies exit where my fingers are about to go and my entire hand is smaller than a baby’s head.

I said, “This might get a bit uncomfortable at times, but sex isn’t about being comfortable; it is about freely giving your body to your lover. And remember, if it ever hurts, say something, and I will immediately quit.”

She nodded that she was ready, so I immediately pushed two lubed fingers into her pussy and started moving them around. She immediately started moaning with pleasure, so I added a third finger and would even occasionally spread them as I pulled them out to help open her up. Once she seemed comfortable with three fingers inserted up to my knuckles, I turned my hand so that I could use my thumb to stroke her clit. I alternated holding my hand in that position and wiggling my thumb on her clit with holding my thumb stiff and moving my hand in and out so that my thumb brushed her clit with every stroke.

I kept up this alternating form of fucking up for about five minutes before pulling my hand out of her completely. She had a look of shock and disappointment on her face because she had really been enjoying her three-finger-fuck and clit rub. But the disappointment only lasted until I moved a fourth finger into position and roughly shoved all four fingers into her. A beautiful expression returned to her face, and she started moaning again, but much more loudly.

Again, I kept this four-finger-fucking motion up for about five minutes. Her pussy felt tight around four fingers, but I guessed she would take all five, so I quickly pulled out, tucked my thumb into my palm, and shoved my hand into her pussy until I judged that any more might begin to become painful. I didn’t detect any negative feelings in her emotions when I touched her mind, so I started rapidly fucking her with my entire hand. Each time that I pushed, it seemed that I was getting a bit further in until soon I felt my knuckles enter her. With that, I left my hand in place and rotated my wrist a bit and wiggled my fingers to feel around the inside of her pussy. I also leaned over, gave her a big kiss, and then projected the strongest passionate surge that I could manage, which was pretty strong since I was so turned on myself from having my hand inside of her and from all the moaning that she had been doing for the last half hour.

This time, in addition to her body spasm, I felt her pussy grab my hand and try to pull it in, and we both let out a scream from our strongest joint orgasm yet. I knew that I had to get my hand out quickly, so as soon as she relaxed a bit, I pulled my hand out but returned two fingers to help her ease back to reality. I also started projecting alternating emotions of love and calmness to help her recover.

This time, recovery took both of us about 30 minutes. During that time, she asked, “Is that what it feels like to get fucked by a man?”

As I was removing my latex glove, I replied, “No, my little kitten. That is what it feels like to get fucked by a woman’s hand and by a woman that knows what she needs to do to drive you into a total sexual frenzy. There are many ways that women share love with each other, and that was just one of them.”

She sighed and said, “Thank you, darling; the evening has been wonderful.”

I told her, “Not so fast, kitten. It isn’t time for us to go to sleep yet and I still have one more level to take you to.”

She looked surprised and said, “There is more?”

I said, “My dearest little one, there are an infinite number of ways to enjoy sex with a lover and you are just beginning to experience some of them. The Hindu culture has a book of over 200 different positions for men and women to share love with each other, and two women can perform many of these without too much help.

“There are many different products for women to use on each other. Often these allow them to share their bodies and some even simulate sex with a man. There are strap-on dildos and double-ended dildos that are shared by two women to simulate heterosexual sex. In fact, I have one more way to make love to you and push your limits that is somewhat like one of them.

“However, I have to admit that this next one may end up being too much for both of us to endure before we finish because it will become very emotionally intense. But I told you at the start that we were going to explore your limits, and that is what the next stage will do. But first, we both need a bit more rest and loving.”

We cuddled and kissed. I stroked her back to help her relax and even gave her a back massage. I just wanted her to become comfortable with being touched by another person all evening, which had to be a major adjustment for her after spending most of her life in just her own company.

Finally, it was time. I picked the magic wand vibrator up off of the floor and showed it to her. I explained that this was a larger version of the little vibrator that Sharon had loaned her to prepare for tonight. I said, “You are relaxed now, so I need to get you sexually excited again. This will be familiar but will be a bit more intense.”

She smiled, spread her legs for me, and allowed me to apply the magic wand to her clit. The vibrations were strong enough that she almost immediately clamped her legs around the head to hold it tight. It didn’t take very long until she had another orgasm, and I knew that she was now ready to take the ‘girl cock’ that I had brought with me.

I left the magic wand where it was and picked up the dildo and held it so that she could see. She frowned and said, “That looks like a man’s parts.”

I replied, “No, my love. This is a ‘girl cock.’ No man is big enough to be able to completely satisfy a woman. This is a dildo that is modeled after a man’s parts but is big enough that it will fill you and allow me to push you to another sexual high. No man in the world can give you the experience that my ‘girl cock’ is about to provide you. I warned you that this could be intense and would push your limits. We don’t have to proceed, but if you agree, I know that you will love the feeling before we finish.”

I spread lube over the head and shaft of the dildo, took the magic wand from her and set it aside, and then gently nudged her legs apart to give me access to her pussy.

To start out, I inserted three of my lube-covered fingers into her pussy to spread her and to help her relax. Her pussy was sopping wet after her earlier hand fucking and the magic wand’s effects on her. I stroked my fingers in and out and spread them a bit so that she felt something familiar and to confirm that her pussy was open enough to be able to accept the two inch diameter head of the ‘girl cock’.

Then I picked the dildo up with my other hand, removed my fingers from her pussy, moved the dildo into the hand that I had between her legs, and quickly pushed just the head of the dildo into her pussy.

She gasped at the feeling of fullness as the head entered her, but she didn’t tell me to remove it, so I left the head inside of her to allow her to become used to it.

I told her, “This is not as big as my hand, but it feels different, doesn’t it?”

She nodded vigorously to that. I touched her mind and felt a building level of passion and no fear.

After waiting for about a minute, I started to slowly slide the dildo into her. When I started, she inhaled deeply, so I mentally touched her again and only found an increased level of passion and excitement.

Since she was taking it so well, I pushed the ‘girl cock’ until she had taken about eight inches of it. I stopped at that point to allow her to become used to the size and the feeling of fullness and depth. I touched her mind again to reconfirm that she was still good and found myself almost overwhelmed by passion.

With that, I told her, “That’s a good girl, my little kitten. You have taken your first big dildo, but that is not the point of this part. Now I start to use it to make love to you.”

As soon as I finished saying that, I pulled the dildo out so that only the head remained inside of her and then slowly pushed it back in. With one cycle finished, I started slowly fucking her with the dildo. I gradually increased the speed until I was going about as fast as a man would when making love to his wife.

At that point, I reached out to her with my mind and found a continually growing level of passion that was almost too much for me to bear. So, I projected as intense a burst of passion as I could manage and started fucking her as fast as I could move my hand. The combined physical stimulation of her pussy being rapidly fucked and my mental projection of extreme passion were enough to push both of us over the edge to our most an intense orgasm yet. Her body stiffened so much that my hand was trapped between her legs with the entire ten-inch length of cock deep in her pussy. We both let out a huge scream and then experienced numerous smaller aftershock orgasms.

But I wasn’t through quite yet. There was one more thing that she hadn’t experienced yet. As soon as her body relaxed a bit, but with the dildo still buried as far into her pussy as I had been able to push it, I rolled on top of her with my breasts pressing against hers and my lips locked with hers in a passionate kiss. I moved one of my knees up against the back of the dildo and started to gently apply and remove pressure to the end of the dildo so that she experienced a slight movement of the dildo at its maximum depth. I kept up the movement with my knee, rubbed my breasts against hers, kissed her as deeply as I could, and then projected another maximum passion emotion into her mind.

The combination of the continued physical fucking after our last orgasm, the added stimulation of my breasts against hers, my kisses and this second mental projection triggered another huge orgasm in her and a minor one in me. She threw her arms around my shoulders to hold me tight as she shuddered several times with multiple aftershock orgasms.

As soon as the orgasmic shudders slowed, she hugged me even more tightly (if that was possible) and returned the passion of our kiss. The combination of her hug and my weight made it feel like my breast forms were being pressed against her breasts so tightly that they felt like they might burst.

As she was doing this, she had several lesser follow-up orgasms, and then finally she relaxed and released her hold so that I could roll off of her. I touched her mind and only felt the emotion of intense love, which I projected back to her to help reinforce the feeling since that was the entire point of our evening together.

She finally looked over to me with a beautiful smile on her face and tears in her eyes and said, “You were right; that was very intense, and I couldn’t have loved it more. And furthermore, I love you.”

I told her, “I am thrilled that you enjoyed it, my now grownup kitten and I can feel your love and wish that you could feel mine right now, but now I need to remove my ‘girl cock’ from you.”

She said, “No, leave it in for a bit longer. It feels wonderful, and I am still squeezing it as hard as I can. I love the feeling of having it inside me.”

I told her, “I suspected you would enjoy that. There is a huge industry that produces various types of dildos for women to use. Mother Nature developed something inside of us to crave being filled like you are right now.”

She finally opened her legs as a sign for me to remove the dildo. As I pulled it out, her pussy clenched on it one last time. Once it was out, she said, “Sweetheart, I wish that I could do that for you right now.”

I tapped my head and said, “Kitten, I experienced almost every one of your orgasms just as intensely as you did. You have been making love to me all evening. It won’t happen tonight, but if your love for me is even half of the way I feel about you, this is just the first of many sessions of making love to each other that we will share. And in the future, we can borrow one of those products that I spoke of from Sharon to allow you to make love to me too.”

Suddenly, she rolled over onto me, hugged me, kissed me, and slid her knee in between my legs and gently pushed it up into my crotch. She held her legs there for a bit and then moved them back down and said, “Sweetheart, I love you more than I have loved anyone before. I cannot wait until next time.”

I was now deeply in love with Bev, and my feelings were almost as strong as my love for Sharon, so I told her that we would need to speak with Sharon tomorrow. I briefly explained to her about threesomes and that Sharon already has a crush on her and wants to do some of these same things with her. I told her, “Just imagine, you are making love to Sharon while I lie next to the two of you and mentally project the same feelings of passion into both of you so that all three of us share these intense orgasms, one after another.”

She said, “That sounds wonderful; I cannot wait.”

I started projecting an emotion of calm to get her relaxed enough to fall asleep as I replied, “Unfortunately, we must wait. It has already been a long night, and we both need rest and some sleep. We have been at this for hours, and it is very late. I want to sleep with you tonight, but I said that I would be gone in the morning when you wake up, and I will keep my promise.”

Bev yawned and said, “Please don’t leave in the morning. Because I love you so deeply, I want to help you transform back to your other self. I don’t care that you are a bi-gender and a male most of the time so long as I can occasionally have my Sweetheart in my arms, even if I have to close my eyes as I kiss your male self.”

The next morning, we woke and were still in each other’s arms. We shared a long kiss and sexually teased each other a bit. She rubbed her breasts against mine, and I fingered her clit before realizing that if I continued, I would end up fucking her again.

We finally got out of bed. She put on her robe and escorted me back to the guest room where my other clothes were located. I sat down on the bed and removed my stiletto shoes. I stood up so that she could help me remove the body stocking, and then she unhooked my bra for me. I put on my shirt, jeans and shoes. Then she took my hand and walked me into the bath to help remove my makeup. Before starting, she put her hands to the sides of my face, closed her eyes, and gave me a very sexy kiss. As she released me, she said, “I love you Sweetheart, and will miss you until you appear before my eyes again. You did a wonderful job with your makeup, but next time, I get to apply it to you so that I can exercise my artistic abilities to your face.”

I returned her kiss and quietly said, “I love you too, kitten; goodbye until next time. And you have a deal on your makeup offer. I want my face done by a true artist and the love of my life.”

With that, she wiped the makeup from my face, and I returned to my male persona.

When I stood, she closed her eyes and said, “Kiss me again, Sweetheart.”

I gently kissed her without hugging because I was no longer wearing my breast forms.

We both reluctantly broke the kiss and walked back to the guest room so that I could finish dressing. She returned my small bag from her bedroom, helped repack my bag with my female clothing for me, and then walked me to the door. Before opening the door, she said, “Thank you for opening up my world and sharing your love with me. That was so far beyond what I expected that I just don’t have words. I will anxiously await the return of my Sweetheart.”

I closed my eyes this time and replied, “Me too, kitten. I love you too,” as I projected an intense wave of love to her. I blindly opened the door and left without saying anything more.

When I got home, Sharon asked, “How did it go?”

I took her in my arms and kissed her before saying, “Far, far beyond my dreams. My female persona and Bev are deeply in love with each other, almost as much as I love you. She is now as hooked on sex as we are and is looking forward to a threesome with you. Now, I hope you don’t mind, but my male persona really needs to give my wife a good long fucking.”

Sharon took my hand to lead me into the bedroom, and as we walked, she asked, “How soon with Bev?”

I said, “That is your decision. She would come here for tomorrow night if you want”.

Sharon smiled and said, “I will go see her this afternoon. I want to do her again too.”

With that, we both got undressed, climbed into bed, and fucked each other for the next hour. Just after lunch that afternoon, Sharon went to the adult novelty store and bought a double-headed strap-on that would be the cock that she and Bev would share to fuck each other at the same time. The strap-on had independent vibrators in both cocks so that they could control what the other was getting no matter who was giving or getting, since they would both have independently vibrating dildos in their pussies.

As soon as she returned from the store, Sharon took her new toy to see Bev. She was gone for hours, and I was beginning to get worried when she struggled through the door at dinnertime.

She said, “Now, we both intensely love Bev. We have created an insatiable monster in Bev, who took to using the strap-on almost immediately. I fucked her with it once the big side, and once we swapped ends, I didn’t think she would ever stop fucking me. She was on the receiving end of sex with you and finally was able to dish it out herself. When I told her that she could use it to fuck you in the ass almost like she had been fucking me, she almost ran out the door to come down here to fuck you too. She will be here tomorrow to spend the night in our bed with both of us, so we will both need our rest tomorrow before she arrives so that we can be ready for what will probably be an entire night of threesome sex.”

Becky

When Sharon came back from visiting Becky, she said, “Although Becky is a lesbian like Bev, she is about as different from Bev as night and day. Becky worked in construction doing electrical work. When she was younger, she had several lesbian lovers and always took the butch role in those relationships. Her problem with finding a partner now is that she is so butch and masculine that she tends to scare away any women that she finds attractive. She could probably develop a relationship with one of the widows here if she weren’t so aggressive and abrupt.

“I explained to her that you were bi-gender and would be willing to be her mixed-gender partner but that I was not interested in sleeping with her, even as a threesome. She thought about that for a bit, so I told her a bit more about you before she said that you might be acceptable. You need to go visit with her tomorrow at 2. By the way, I did not mention anything about your ability to project emotions. If you spend the night with her, whether or not you tell her before she fucks your ass is up to you.”

The next afternoon, I knocked on Becky’s door. Since Becky is a lesbian, I put on my bra with D-cup breast forms, a tight t-shirt that showed off my breasts, a long gold chain with a pendant between my breasts, jeans, and a very loose sweatshirt over the t-shirt to hide my breasts until I was inside Becky’s apartment.

I knocked on her door, and Becky answered and asked me to come in. As soon as she had closed the door, I removed my sweatshirt, and Becky gasped when she saw my female form. She said, “I am in love. I want to fuck you right now.”

Now I understood why she scared away any potential lovers so quickly.

As she was saying this, she walked over and put one hand on my jaw, and the other grabbed one of my breasts. She turned my face toward her and gave me a very hard kiss that was devoid of passion but reeked of sexual desire.

I told her, “Not today, Becky. Today is for us to set the ground rules for if I agree to spend the night with you. I do not expect to receive love when you fuck me, but I am also not interested in being forcibly raped by you.”

She said, “Fair enough, little girl” as she pointed for me to sit on one side of a loveseat. She plopped down next to me, turned, and immediately put her hand back on my breast and resumed groping me.

I explained that Sharon and I had decided that we wanted to share our love with other residents who either did not already have lovers or who seemed to have limited social contacts. But they still had to be physically fit enough to be able to safely enjoy sex without fear of needing to call 911 during the middle of a round of sex. I told Becky that her name had appeared on our list of possible partners, which is why Sharon had contacted her.

I explained that after speaking with her, Sharon had decided that she was not drawn to Becky, so she had asked me to come for a visit as part of our project to share our love. I explained that my sexual orientation is bi-gender and then I said, “Since Sharon told me that you are lesbian, and also a former construction worker and just a little bit about your sexual experience, I decided to come in a partial version of my female persona to see if we could work something out. You have already made it very obvious that you find this side of me very attractive, so I would like to hear what type of sex you would propose when your female partner is genetically a man.”

As I was saying this, Becky had first moved her hand to my knee and was slowly inching it up to my crotch. I gently picked up her hand and moved it back to my knee and said, “I don’t think that you are interested in what you might find there.”

Becky nodded and said, “Maybe you are right about that. Now, as for what I would propose, I would like to give you an extended fucking with my strap-on. I will warn you that I like to get a bit forceful and rough. Most femme lesbians cannot take what I like to dish out, but I suspect that you can. The other warning is that my strap-on cock is very large, but if you will let me fuck you, I will start slowly and help you adapt. As you have seen, I desperately need to fuck a little girl and you are absolutely perfect for my needs.”

I said, “Since you find me so attractive, I assume that you would like for me to spend the night soon?”

She said, “Yes, little girl, can you come tonight?”

I thought about it for a second and then said, “Yes, but would you be willing to allow me a safe word or gesture and agree to stop immediately if I use it?”

She leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss and asked, “Does that answer your question, little girl?”

I nodded and said, “I will be back here at 9 PM.”

I put my sweatshirt back on and went back to Sharon. She asked. “How did it go?”

I told her, “I hope that it went well. Unlike Monique and Bev, she will be the aggressor and expects me to take everything that she dishes out. She agreed to allow me a safe word and to stop if she gets too rough. She is going to be fucking me with a strap-on. She says that it is big. I hope that it isn’t much larger than the big one that we use on each other. Also, I will be spending the night with her tonight. The bitch desperately needs to fuck someone ASAP.”

I changed back into my regular clothes and set my tight t-shirt and bra aside for later. Around 8:30, I changed back into the t-shirt and bra, thought about the gold choker that I wore for my night with Bev and the gold necklace I had worn that afternoon, but decided that I didn’t want to risk it with Becky. Sharon suggested some light makeup, so I let her do my face for me while I tried to stay calm because the thought of being roughly fucked by Becky had me nervous.

I arrived at Becky’s door at five after nine. I was wearing the baggy sweatshirt again to hide my breasts and hoped that the darkness would obscure my makeup if anyone saw me. Becky opened the door and ushered me into her living room. I pulled the sweatshirt off and tossed it onto the loveseat as she closed and locked the door.

Becky was almost immediately on me with hands all over me. She hugged and kissed me so hard that I was concerned about my teeth. I could feel her hands on my breasts and butt. She finally broke the kiss, took my hand, and said, “I cannot wait any longer. I have big plans for our night together.”

As she quickly walked me into the bedroom, where the bedspread had already been removed and the sheets turned down, I reminded her that we agreed that I would have a safe word. She asked what it was, and I told her, ‘Greensleeves’. She asked if there was any significance, and I told her no, it was just something that I was not likely to scream out if she was able to drive me to an orgasm.

She laughed and said, “I plan to do that many times tonight, little girl. Now, please get undressed for me.”

I removed my shoes, socks, t-shirt, and jeans but left the bra and my thong where they were. She also undressed, and when she saw me, she pointed at the thong and told me to remove it. She said, “Seeing your cock doesn’t bother me, and that thong will just get in my way.”

She then went to her dresser and pulled out her strap-on and a tube of lube. I was relieved to see that her strap-on cock was exactly the same one that Sharon and I have. I had been afraid that her dildo was 2.5 or even 3 inches in diameter or 15 inches long. For me, taking a 2-inch diameter by 10-inch long cock up my ass will be like “normal” rough sex with Sharon. I was therefore greatly relieved but didn’t let Becky know that. I tried to give her the impression that I thought that it was too big for me to take because I wanted to feed her ego and her need to totally dominate me.

Once Becky had her strap-on rig firmly in place and all the straps tightened to her wishes, she told me to come to her and get on my knees. I decided to play the game and said, “Do you want me to kiss it?”

She said, “No, I want you to give me a long, sloppy blow job. Before we are finished, I am going to be shoving the head of my cock down your throat.”

That was what I expected to hear. It is a good thing that Sharon has also deep-throat-fucked my mouth many times.

I blew Becky’s cock for about five minutes and was dripping drool all over her carpet. She seemed to be taking great pleasure from what she thought was something shocking for me. I touched her mind, and she seemed to be very happy with my perceived predicament. Suddenly she said, “Look up into my eyes, little girl.”

I knew that the next thing was going to be her cock being thrust down my throat, so I took a deep breath and prepared to act like I was gagging when it touched the back of my mouth. As soon as she pushed her cock further in, I pulled back in horror and started gagging and coughing. Becky laughed and said, “You can do better than that. That attempt was terrible. Swallow my cock.”

She put her cock back in my mouth, and this time she put her hand on the back of my head to prevent me from pulling away. I took a deep breath and let her shove her cock into my throat. She knew what she was doing because she left it parked there until she expected that I was running out air, and then pulled it out of my mouth. I acted like I was gasping for air.

Once I seemed to be breathing normally, she told me, “Take a deep breath now because this time will be longer and deeper.” As she said, she shoved her cock so that all ten inches were in my mouth and throat. Even though I had inhaled very deeply, she left it there until I was starting to worry. I started to wiggle and tapped her calf to indicate that I needed her to pull out, which she finally did.

She said, “That was much better. Recover fast because I want to bury my cock in your throat one more time.”

I tried to take an even deeper breath and had just finished when she rammed her cock down my throat without warning. I don’t know how she did it, but it went further down my throat than the last time. I suspect that she turned my head a bit so that the cock’s fake balls were against my cheeks this time and not pressed against the front of my jaw. She left her cock buried in my throat for even longer. This time, I was frantically tapping her calves and making as much noise as I could with a ten-inch cock touching my voice box. She finally took pity on me and pulled out just before I felt like I was about to pass out.

She laughed and said, “That was very good, little girl. Your lips were starting to turn the same shade as your blue eye shadow. You are an excellent cocksucker. I haven’t had a blow job that good for many years. But that has been enough of the preliminary fucking. My cock is good and wet and needs to fuck some ass. Get into bed, face down.”

I did as ordered and soon heard the familiar sound of lube squirting out of a tube. When I felt her cold, slimy fingers on my asshole, I knew what was about to happen.

She said, “I promised you this afternoon that I would take this slow, but that blowjob has me too excited, relax because I am not going to start easy on my little girl’s ass.”

She was good to her word. She drove her cock deep into my ass just as soon as her cock head had entered me. She gave it an extra little push to make sure that it was all the way in before she pulled out and then drove it back in. Then she almost immediately started rapidly fucking me. At first I could only feel her hands on the bed next to me, but soon she laid her body on top of mine and slid her hands beneath me so that she could grab my shoulders for leverage.

As soon as she was stable on my back, she started fucking me by driving her cock into me as hard as she could. She was lifting her body to be able to thrust into me while at the same time, she was pulling down on my shoulders to drive my ass onto her cock as she drove it into me. I let out a bit of a gasp from the air being driven out of me with each thrust, and this seemed to excite her to be even rougher. Now I understood how much she had needed to fuck someone. Her shoulders and tits lifted off of my back every time that she prepared a new thrust, so I knew that at least she was using a typical woman’s thrusting motion and not the more powerful one that men naturally use by snapping their hips and lower back like a tennis or baseball player snaps their wrist to hit a ball.

I don’t know how long she did this, but eventually it was more than I could resist, and I experienced an anal orgasm. I shuddered and let out a small scream. This pleased her immensely because I felt her shudder with her own orgasm as she suddenly drove her cock deep into me in much the same way that I do when I come anytime that I fuck Sharon’s ass.

She rolled the two of us to one side but left her cock deep in my ass. She proudly said, “That was pretty good, little girl. I told you that I would get an orgasm out of you, but that was just the first one. You have more coming. But we both need a bit of rest first.

While we recovered, she had her top hand on my breast, and her hand that was against the bed grabbed my butt. She was also slowly moving her back so that she was continuing to slowly fuck me. I asked her, “How long has it been since you fucked another woman?”

She had to stop to think and finally said, “About ten long fucking years. I have tried to find someone, but all the little girls get scared of me and run off.”

So, I asked, “Have you ever let a man fuck you?”

She said, “Heavens now, that would be gross. Men are pigs. I guess that some of the guys on the work sites were okay, but I wouldn’t dream of getting into bed with any of them.”

Since we were both still panting a bit and because I was still being fucked, I asked, “What type of construction work did you do?”

She said, “I was an electrician in the union. I mostly did light electrical work, such as home construction, but I also did low-voltage industrial inspection work. I enjoyed it and got along well with the guys because we all liked looking at the women who would walk by. Often, we would talk about which ones we wanted to fuck, and they liked me because of that.”

Finally she said, “I have recovered enough now. I hope that you have, but right now, I don’t give a shit about your needs.”

She pulled out of my ass and told me to get on my hands and knees. She knelt behind me and quickly rammed her cock back into my ass before it could dry out or my asshole could start to contract. Then she said, “Now, I start to get rough.”

With that, she put her hands on my hips and started fucking me harder than what she had given me before. She was leaning her entire body back while pushing me a bit forward. I could feel the head of her cock about to come out of my ass before she would suddenly lean forward and pull me back with all of her strength. She set up a rocking motion where I was taking almost the entire 10-inch cock up my ass with her every thrust. She was pulling me back toward her so hard that I was sure that I was going to have bruises on the skin over my hip bones from her fingers.

I managed to take another ten minutes of this abuse before I had another orgasm; this one was even stronger than the first. When she heard my scream and felt my shudder around her cock, she tried to slam her cock into me even harder and deeper than before, if that were possible. As with any time that I am about to orgasm in Sharon’s ass or pussy, Becky shoved her cock as deep in my ass as she could possibly push it and left it parked there. Then she had an orgasm of her own that also seemed even stronger than her first. I thought about touching her mind to find out, but I was afraid to reveal my ability just yet.

She pushed me forward onto my stomach and collapsed onto my back with her cock still buried deep in my ass. She had almost pulled out of my ass as I fell forward, but that just meant that I took one more hard thrust of her cock as she fell onto me with all of her weight behind it.

She collapsed onto my back, panting heavily. I could feel her sweat dripping onto my back and her breasts pressed against my shoulder blades. Unlike last time, this time she held her cock motionless in my ass, which was a pleasant relief since I had been receiving a non-stop fucking ever since she had first entered me.

She finally rolled us to one side, left her cock where it was, but held still other than throwing her arm over me to grope my breast and ass some more.

Finally, she pulled her cock out of my ass and told me to roll onto my back and spread my knees. As soon as I did as I was told, she moved down between my knees. Once she was stable on the bed, she grabbed my ankles and hoisted them up onto her shoulders. Then she roughly shoved her cock back into my ass and returned to forcibly fucking me. She had my ankles on her shoulders as she grabbed the front of my thighs for leverage. She once again set up a rocking motion where she rocked back onto her own feet and then rapidly rolled forward so that my ankles went even higher into the air as she also pulled my thighs to her body. The force that resulted rammed her cock into my ass even harder than her previous two positions. She was also attacking my ass from a slightly different angle, so the tip of her cock was hitting me in a different internal spot and this new spot was causing me great discomfort with every thrust. It wasn’t exactly pain, but it was far from being pleasurable this time. I don’t care how long she wanted to fuck me in this position; she wasn’t going to induce an orgasm from me this way because it was, it simply didn’t feel good.

Thankfully, she was already rather fatigued before she moved into this position, and the effort required to support my legs, lift my ass into the air all while using her own body to drive her cock into me meant that she could only fuck me like this for about five minutes. She finally shuddered from her own orgasm, pulled out of my ass, dropped my legs onto the bed, and collapsed beside me. This time, she didn’t try to grope my breasts; she just lay there panting.

When she finally recovered, she said, “Little girl, you took everything that I have. I have never had a lover that could outlast my needs. You are much better than I expected.”

With that, she leaned over and gave me a very tender kiss. We both remained where we were until she finally said, “Let’s get up and take a shower together. Also, I need to clean up my equipment in case I recover enough to fuck you one more time tonight.”

I helped her up since her legs seemed a bit unsteady after all that work, and we walked into the bathroom holding hands. Her demeanor had changed to one of respect and kindness. Fucking me for so long had definitely seemed to have changed her emotional outlook for the better.

I helped her take her harness off and told her that part of my role as her lover was to clean her cock for her. She turned on the shower and handed me a second towel. I removed her cock from the harness and cleaned it up good for its next use and removed my bra before climbing into the shower with her.

Once in the shower, I was very obviously male, but this didn’t seem to bother her. I told her, “Just stand there and let me soap you down and help you recover”, an offer that she gladly accepted.

Once I had finished, she gently said, “My turn now.”

I was surprised when she started out by soaping my cock and balls and gently stroking them. As she finished and moved onto the rest of my body, she said, “I wish those were mine to use on my little girl instead of needing that plastic rig.”

I smiled and gave her a hug and kiss for that level of kindness. After I dried off, I put my bra back on and helped dry her off since she still seemed a bit weak. Then we quickly returned to the bedroom, where we both collapsed into bed and quickly fell asleep. As expected, her hand was around me and on my breast as I fell asleep.

The next morning, her eyes were open when I woke up. She smiled and leaned over to give me a gentle kiss. She said, “I want to fuck you one more time before fixing us a big breakfast, but this will be very different for both of us.”

She pushed me onto my back and then leaned over and gave me a blowjob. I was shocked, but she knew what she was doing. Once I was hard, she climbed onto me so that my cock was in her pussy. She closed her eyes and started riding my cock, but her motion was unlike any cowgirl sex I have ever experienced. She was moving her hips more forward and backward along my body rather than up and down on my cock. I suddenly realized that in her mind and by using her body’s normal fucking motion, she was driving her cock into my pussy. Soon, her hands were on my breasts, so I tried to respond as a woman whose male lover had mounted her and was gently fucking her pussy by gently putting my hands on her ass cheeks to help her maintain the tempo of her thrusts.

Apparently this felt great for both of us because soon we were both breathing very heavily. That was when I realized that I had never used my mental projection abilities on Becky other than very light touches to check her emotions. I touched her more substantially this time and was overwhelmed by a feeling of deep love and an unusual passion sensation, which I quickly understood was her masculine lesbian version of passion that was so different from the feel of Bev’s femme lesbian passion or what I feel from Sharon.

I could sense that we were both rapidly approaching the point of orgasm, so I quickly decided to try something new for me. I did my best to remember the passionate emotions during a male orgasm, which is difficult since a male orgasm tends to overwhelm my senses. When I was pretty sure that I had the emotion in my mind, I let it build as strong as I could manage in my present excited physical state and then projected a sudden burst into Becky’s mind. When this completely new and overwhelming emotional impulse hit her, she immediately let out a totally different sort of roar than I had ever heard her make. Her entire body spasmed once and then again as she did her best to simulate driving her imaginary cock into my imaginary pussy. Her emotional feedback into my mind caused me to orgasm as well and I let out a very feminine orgasmic scream of my own as I came inside her pussy.

Becky collapsed onto my chest, pushed her arms behind my shoulders to hug me tight, and gave me the type of kiss that any woman would expect from a male lover who just shot his load into her pussy. She kept kissing me, and when I touched her emotions, I was overwhelmed by a sense of love that was completely unexpected.

She finally rolled off of me and asked, “What did you just do to me, and is that what it feels like for a man to come inside a woman?”

I gave her a little girl giggle and said, “Yes, my dear. That is what it feels like for a man to make his woman his own. As for how, I don’t know exactly how I do it, but I can project a positive emotion into my lover’s mind. I did not use my ability last night because I didn’t feel emotionally attached to you during the harsh fucking that you were giving me, as promised, I might add in your defense.

“But things changed for me during our shower. Suddenly, I understood your motives, and I hope that I have been able to help you expel some of the demons that have been haunting you for all these years. If there are more, I am willing to help expel them too, so long as it doesn’t require more of last night.

“Furthermore, the tenderness that you showed me as you washed my cock and balls and the way that you expressed envy and desire for them touched me deeply. I lightly reached out with my mind to yours as we cuddled after our shower when we returned to bed, and I was surprised to find a deep feeling of love in your mind.

“I wasn’t sure where things were going to go when you said that you wanted to fuck me again this morning, but the way that you mounted me and the motion that you used to fuck me made me realize that in your mind, you were a man making love this his woman. I have never before needed to project an emotion like the one that I used on you this morning, but it worked beyond anything that I could have hoped for. It was better than it would have been even if I had been planning it before the last few seconds before we both came. And to make me feel even better, I just touched your mind and found a level of love for me that I did not expect to ever find in you.

“Becky, my dearest, since you cannot sense my mind, I have to say this in words: I love you too. Now, I am going to project a calming emotion. Just relax, and then let me provide another projection to give you an idea of how I feel about you that words simply cannot convey properly.”

I projected calm to her until I saw her relax, and I could feel her mind settle. I then projected a very strong wave of love. Her eyes suddenly opened wide before she hugged me tightly and gave me an extremely passionate kiss that was unlike any kiss she had ever given me.

She finally sat up and said, “Thank you, my dearest little girl. That is the nicest and most loving thing that anyone has ever done for me. Now, you are probably as famished as I am. Let me make us a big breakfast.”

As we were finishing our coffee, she asked “You said that you would help me with my demons, but will I ever really be able to share this with you again?”

I told her that I was not willing to be brutally fucked again like I was last night but that I think that she understands that she needs to soften her approach and become more loving.

I said, “If you are willing to let me teach you how to make love to another without being so rough, I would be pleased to come back.”

She asked, “How soon might that be?”

I laughed and told her that it was going to take my ass at least a week to recover from the lengthy fucking it had received. When she started to apologize, I held up my hand to stop her. I said, “My dearest Becky, you had a lot of negative emotions that you needed to let out, and you gave me fair warning of what I was in for when I came here. The goal of the sexual sharing project that Sharon and I started out with was to reach people like you and teach them what we have learned on our own about love.

“You learned a great deal more in the shower late last night and in bed this morning that I could have dreamed to be possible. I would therefore be honored to help you continue down this path, and I suspect that with a little bit more softening on your part, Sharon might also be willing to join us in a threesome, which can be a very loving experience for everyone. After that, I wouldn’t be surprised if Sharon would be willing to help you find a long-term lover for your very own.”

At that point, Becky was beginning to cry and, in between sobs, she said, “Thank you, little girl. Please let me know when you can come back and teach me more about how to love others. Oh, and I need to find a new name for you. Little girl no longer fits. Maybe something like Big Sister or My Spirit Guide.”

With that, I put my baggy sweatshirt on and returned to my apartment.

Once back, Sharon said, “You survived.”

I said, “At times I wasn’t sure, but she has changed beyond belief. She is truly in love with me and wants me to return to teach her to become a proper, compassionate lover as soon as possible. But it is going to take my ass at least a week to recover from the harsh fucking that she gave me as she released a boatload of negative emotion into my butt. However, I suspect that after I spend one more night with her, she will be ready to spend a night with the two of us.”

Sharon said, “Wow, that really was a change.”

I replied, “If you were to go see her right now, you would get a tender kiss comparable to the ones that you get from Bev. She still needs to understand how to physically express love, but mentally, she is already there. And by the way, after my next night with her and a threesome night with you, I think that it will be time for you to help her find a lover of her own.”

PostScript

Over the next few months, Sharon and I have spent a number of threesome nights with all three women. They are all very appreciative of what we have done and are always eager to express their love for us. Our main problem now is often keeping their hands off of us when they are with us in public, as all three are like teenagers who have just discovered the positive side of sex.

We are hoping that we recently found a lesbian girlfriend for Becky. As for Monique, the wife of one of the men in the facility that I had spoken with has recently passed on. Monique realizes that he needs to process through the stages of grief before becoming more than a friend to her, but she is helping him grieve since she has been there herself, has her hopes, and is being very patient. We have hopes for the two of them moving in together very soon. If he doesn’t move soon, I am going to start dropping hints to him, followed by blunt suggestions about missing out on a wonderful woman who wants to bed him every chance that she gets.

As for Bev, we are going to be selfish and keep her for our own because Sharon and I are madly in love with her, and vice versa. We have already started dropping hints that she should move in with us permanently. Several of her paintings are already hanging in our apartment, and her artwork adorns my face at least three times a week right now.