Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2021 20:27:57 +0100 From: Kachar Ricuchi Subject: Cindy, Laura and I: a threesome 40 L/40 Cindy arrived on time, as expected. Laura and I had had a nap together after our "test". She had been naked while I had kept my enhanced cock pressed inside my panties so not to damage it. It needed to be perfect. We had slept with Laura's full hand pressing further on it, keeping it safe. I put on a loose floral dress while Laura kept her bikini with her cock untucked. We were still very aroused from our earlier test. I felt I was a different woman, somehow more powerful. Would that be the power of the large cock? Cindy knew nothing of our little surprise. Not that she had mentioned she was not enjoying our love-making sessions or that our own cocks gave her little of the Kamilla effect. She was and we knew. Laura had told me so: "Baby, your cock in my ass is fantastic but it's no Kamilla... I know mine is less so". So we were frank about it and today we were going to try to continue sharing that experience with Cindy but with some improvements. We were confident we were going to please her even more; we did not know that Cindy had also a surprise. It turned out to be the evening of the big cocks: I was sporting a fake larger one wrapped on my natural one; but Cindy was strapped with a soft, large one under her panties. I noticed it immediately as she came in the door and not only for the slight bulge in her loose shorts; she could not hide the grin on her face as she thought she was being naughty. As I kissed her on the lips I put my hand on her groin and felt the bulge; I pressed and rubbed it. Nice. It was a big one. She then did the same, putting her hand on mine, pressing, sliding it all along the shaft and opening her big eyes in surprise! "What have you got here for me?" she asked. "I'm Kamilla tonight" I said, "Well, I'm Kamilla too" Cindy answered. Laura approached and hugged us together, kissing our cheeks "My two darling Kamilla's". She was very excited. "Get naked my girls!" I was not sure if it was a good idea to be naked right now since we had some appetizers and drinks. But I sure wanted to see Cindy naked with her strap-on and dildo hanging. Again Laura who was who always the decider, started undressing us both, revealing both our "pretend-it-is-Kamilla" cocks. We giggled as Laura bounced them left and right with her hand, both hanging at first; but then with the arousal being naked with the attention on our cocks, mine started to lift as it was getting harder at its core. Now mine was pointing up, while Cindy's was heavily pending downwards. Laura dropped down on her knees and started eating us both, while Cindy and I started kissing with our hands grasping each other's breasts. This was a better appetizer than what I had planned. My cock was growing strong, enhancing the volume of the wrapping Laura and I had concocted. Laura, understandably, went from one to the other since having the two of them was impossible. As if guessing what I was thinking about our large cocks, Laura announced "They may not fit together in my mouth, but they will in my body." "Babe, I don't like this... it's not me." Simone was letting me know, very much in distress, that she was not comfortable in her role of top and with her own cock as a major player. I briefly thought that I had pushed her a bit too much; I had crossed the fine line beyond which her femininity had been challenged and clearly transgressed. She had been (not) using her cock which was just some "noise" amidst her very feminine body. If anything, she was used to hide it, tucked back under a slip, or pressed under her thighs, as she played and longed at having a vulva. Indeed, as one observed her temporary vulva, fully epilated, one could tell the very subtle tattoo that she had inked: seven irregular, reddish undulating lines in a V shaped, mimicking her desired labia: some thick, some thin, looking like an x-ray of an O'Keefe painting. At the base of the V, in normal conditions, her soft penis would drop, not even played as a good sized clit. Right now, those conditions were totally different: she was erect, she was hard, she was inside me; but she was not into me. But Simone's cock took over at some point, despite the apathy of her will. As if her cock had reached on its own a state of irreversible arousal, she started pumping as a reflex, and I suddenly got back into it. I joined his (not her) enthusiasm and I sensed he (not she) was very close -- the cock. I was ultra-wet for all of the thick liquid oozing from the cock, and then they reached a wild orgasm that flooded me with a huge, overflowing amount of semen. I would guess it was months, perhaps years, of semen waiting to see the dark (or light) exteriors. I knew that all of her body had shuddered violently for the energy emanating from her cock; I was sure that such an orgasm would have been highly pleasurable in any other woman, cock or not. But not with Simone; that pleasure did not reach her heart, nor her mind. She was quickly out, escaping this situation I had put her in, sliding out with an already deflated cock, knowingly placing it back on its perennial non-acting role. She swiftly put it back into place well hidden, tucked in her panty. I would not see it for a long time I feared. "I feel like I have been raped" she softly and tearfully told me. Strong words. I felt like shit. "I mean, no, not totally. It was consensual... I did help to keep it hard, you know, and it felt really good, but I do not like to play with it. This was a first and I think it is a last..." I had to nod; I knew in my mind that I had pushed Simone into an irreversible situation. I imagined that her cock would not be there for long. Why hadn't she removed it before? This aversion to her cock was not new: years has passed since in her adolescence she confronted the issue and decided to side line it, putting all her efforts in feminizing everything beyond the negated groin. The being funny: "I guess this could count as a great goodbye? I like you Clara, very much, but you will have to like me without the cock" PS 14. Then I hesitated, about the tits, not about the vulva. I admire the girls that decide not to get a chest enhancement. I have been following some girls for years, Chanel, Kylie, Scarlett and Alexa, who are content with the modest growth induced by hormones, going from enlarged and puffy nipples to small sized, soft breasts that are joy to watch as the flow naturally on their chest. I admire Chanel. But I understand well why many girls are willing to get the implants.