Cockometer Ch. 01

"Only one thing to do, the woman replies, and I'm heading for the shower to take care of it right now. Come on if you want."

You tag along; close the door and lean against the sink, watching as your friend slips out of the revealing tee shirt, and turns on the shower. When the water is hot she pulls down her panties, adjusts the temperature and puts a foot in the water.

"Coming?" she asks, as she steps into the steamy spray.

You hesitate, then pull the nighty with the little white bows over your head and wriggle out of you panties, watching your image in the steamy mirror as you get naked.

You're horney, more than a little drunk, and after a moment's hesitation, step into the shower and close the door. It's a small shower, fine for one person, real cozy for two.

You turn to your friend, and she has her eyes half closed, her delicate hand massaging the soapy mixture between her legs, moving her hips, moaning softly.

You close your eyes as her hand reaches out, the sudsy bubbles dripping from hotel sized bar of soap she has cupped in her palm, and you sigh as her warm slippery fingers rub the sudsy mixture between your legs and your nipples jump to attention when she rubs the creamy mixture over your breasts.

"The question is, where does it go from there; do you take the soap from her hand and caress her breasts with your trembling fingers, do you let her take your hand and press it between her legs, or maybe you turn her around and soap up her bum while she pressed her breasts against the tile wall and brings herself to an orgasm? Before you decide, let me read this other shower story."

"You are in the shower; a stranger enters the bathroom and closes the door. You call out, 'I'll be through in a few minutes' but there is no reply. You can hear the water in the sink, someone brushing their teeth, and again you call out, and again there is no response. You hear the click of the lock as the bathroom door is locked and the snap of the switch as the lights go out. It's not possible that whoever's in the room with you can't hear you, but the shower door opens and the faint scent of perfume wafts in with the cooler air. You protest that you're in there and will be done soon and can't she please wait a minute for you to finish, but you realize that no sound is coming from you lips. You don't shrink back to the corner; only moving to one side to allow the stranger access to the warm water. Your back is pressed against the cool tile, the oversized bar of soap still in you hands, and you realize that your heart is pounding and you're holding your breath. The stranger comes closer to you in the dim light. The water splashes against you as she turns around in the spray and takes the large bar of soap out of your hand. Your eyes adjust to the dim light from the small window, and you see her lathering her body, her hands soaping her full breasts and between her legs, her breasts jutting toward you as she reached behind herself with the bar of soap. The stranger seems to be looking directly at you as she puts the soap in the dish next to the shampoo bottles and you don't protest as she puts her muscular arm around your shoulder and kisses you on the lips. Too late you realize that her soapy knee has slipped between your thighs, her hand has found your breast and is lightly caressing your hard nipple. So the question is: do you bolt for the door, or do you let this sexy woman make love to you as the warm water flows over the two of you?"

Both women seem to be having trouble standing still now. They are looking intently at each other, and I notice Sheri has her lips parted and her hard nipples are lifting her loose top as takes one shallow breath after another.

Ben's dick is standing up now, a smile on his face as her watches his wife changing from the proper mother of their children to a woman to a sexy lustful hotty, who's getting turned on by stories about having sex with a woman.

After a few moments he continues; "Your tangled sheets wake you from a dream, your body is thrumming with energy and your arms seem caught. When you try to free them, you hear soft moans and feel the intense pleasure of soft lips kissing your breasts, sucking on your nipples. You are groggy, aroused by the sensations, and you drift back to sleep, only to wake again. You try to move your other arm and again the moaning, a deeper voice this time and the pleasure from those lips..... on both of your breasts, building an undeniable charge of desire that is swirling around, trickling down, your sex responding, moistening, readying between your legs and you come more awake with the realization that your arms aren't caught in the linen and even though you are still in your own bed it is not cotton sheets that hold your arms captive, but human flesh, hot strong legs kneeling on both sides of you, holding your arms between thighs, your fingers deep inside the hot velvety sex of the two women who are kissing your breasts, or is it an erect cock in your left hand? Wider awake now, you're not sure you want to give in to the pleasure and try to close your legs, but they too are held fast by soft hands that hold them wide apart. The bed shifts and you are aware of the brush of someone's long hair on your legs, the movement of the mattress settling as she crawls closer, her curly locks like kisses on your legs makes your sex tingle as she kissed her way up your thighs, her hands slipping under your rear end, gripping your eager ass, spreading your cheeks, and with one hand poised under your open cheeks, she parts your lips and dips her tongue, tasting you, and finding your hard button, she teases you as her fingers slide into you, the fingers of her other hand stroke and probe the naughty delights between your squirming ass cheeks. You are quaking, thrashing, your sex clenching as the pleasure grows, building to the climax you know is not far off, but some sound, the twittering birds perhaps, wakes you to the early morning light. It was only a dream; but as you lay there, your heart pounding, the unfulfilled need still in control of your flushed body, you clinch you legs hoping to gain some relief, while your mind chooses the rolls your three friends could play if they came to you in the middle of the night and make love to you. "The question is: will it remain just a dream, or do you want it to come true?"

"Last question of this round. You're taking a drawing class but one of the models doesn't show up. You volunteer to take her place on the posing stage. The pose is two naked women lying on their sides on a rudely covered day bed. You lay down on the crumpled white cloth, almost squirming on the rough material. The instructor has you lying behind the other model, but changes her mind and puts you in front. You lay on your left side, the other model slips her arm around your shoulders, and you lie back down, her hand reaching innocently toward the students. She is close to you, her breasts touching your bare back and her legs spooning yours. The instructor places the model's right hand on your stomach, almost touching your pubic hair while her left hand, the innocent one, has now placed covering your breasts. It seems that the composition is not quite perfect because your right arm just doesn't look right. The solution is for you to place it behind you, but the back of you fingers end up on her thigh. The instructor asked you if you're OK with the pose. You nod your agreement, but the other model says she needs to move a little. When she does, she places your finger tips so they are touching the trimmed curly hair between her legs. Your nipples are already hard and your posing partner is holding you against her by pressing her arm against your breasts causing them to swell up over her forearm. She is also she pushing her warm sex against your fingertips. The instructor moves about the studio, checking the pose from the student's perspective, then comes closer and notices your hand between the models' legs. She smiles brightly at you and asks once more if you are OK. You're not sure you are, but the sensations coursing through your body are telling you otherwise.

"There are two questions. First, if you had to choose, which woman would you most want to be and second, would you accept the instructors' invitation to join the two of them for a glass of wine after the class?"

Sheri looked flushed as Arnie went over to compare notes with Ben. He was still holding the porn magazine and the muted Foursome DVD played over and over again on the wide screen tv. The scene that flickered in the darkened living room was of two women holding hands as they walked through a bed room door.

Ben and I pretended to scan the pages, nodding at the women who were staring wide-eyed at each other; both had a pink tint to their skin and seemed to be out of breath.

Ben laid the porn magazine on the table and walked directly over to his wife. Sheri had that deer in the headlights look in her eyes and stood there numbly as her husband put his hand finger tips under her chin and kissed her lightly on the lips. She came back from where ever she'd been and kissed him back and glanced over at me, and then settled her gaze on Lori; smiling at her as she cleared her throat and croaked out an echo of Ben's statement about being set up big time. Ben and I just smiled at the comment. Sheri was right, of course, and now it was time to see if it worked.

Sheri's breathing sharpened as I slipped my fingers inside her low slung panties. Her breasts seemed to stand out as my finger tips slid through her curly hair, the heat of her desire rising to meet me. Her skin was moist and she moved into my finger tip as I slipped effortlessly between her very wet lips. She was trembling and I couldn't stop myself from tracing the insides of her sex, feeling her push against me, wanting to go to her clit, wanting to make her moan with desire, but Ben and I had agreed to forgo this pleasure for now. I wanted payback for sucking Ben's cock and not letting our wives climax, making it inevitable that they would need each other to get off, seemed a tad manipulative, but, hell, hadn't they, my wife in particular, manipulated me into get on my knees and suck Ben's hard cock? Seeing them in bed together seemed a worthwhile goal for both of us, and a very hot pleasure indeed.

Sheri's eyes were smoking with desire, her pussy twitching, little thrusting tremors pulsing around my wet finger. "I don't know Ben; I think I need a second opinion here". He pulled his hand out of my wife's panties and pretended to scratch his nose as he stepped over to stand next to me. Sheri's eyes flicked between the two of us, and then latched onto Lori, who was watching the three of us gather in front of her. Ben and I were trying to keep the charade going, the pretended detachment of our clinical endeavor to solve some cosmic mystery. I raked my fingers through Sheri's damp hair and resisted the urge to smell the scent of her desire. Ben put his arm around his wife's shoulders, held her shapely ass against the chair back and plunged his finger into her wet sex. He gave me a perplexed look --what an actor he turned out to be- shaking his head, holding panties out from her trembling skin. "I hate to be so wishy-washy, Arnie, but I'm going to defer to the women to decide this. He stepped to one side and placed his hand on my wife's back, guiding her to stand in front of his wife. "Lori?" he said, pulling Sheri's panties open a little farther, waiting as the four of us looked down Sheri's panties at her glistening pubic hair. Lori was torn; I think she wanted to make love to Sheri, but to touch her sex this way, with both of their husbands looking on? She made her decision and covered herself by lightly saying, "Oh sure, glad to help."

I've got to hand it to her. Lori pulled Ben's hand away and stepped closer to Shari and slipped her hand down her friend's panties. The diamond on her wedding ring caught on the panties and pulled them down and Ben and I could both see her finger expertly slip inside Sheri's soaking pussy. Ben's wife jumped when Lori's delicate finger tip found her yearning clit. She moaned as Lori added another finger and captured the sensitive button and squeezed it, rubbed on it. They were crushed together, kissing, writhing and moaning. But when Lori began kissing Sheri's neck, trailing her lips down, brushing the loose fitting top away from Sheri's breasts, Sheri pushed her back and breathlessly moan "no!"

Lori stepped back like she'd been stung. Her eyes were wide and it looked like she might cry.

Sheri, seeing the effect her word had on her friend, took her in her arms, holding her tightly as she led her over to the couch. "Not here, Lori, I want you to make love to me there on the couch." Lori's smile blossomed and she started to sit down on the leather cushions, but Sheri stopped her. "Not there, Lori, up here" she said as she ran her finger tips along the back of the couch. Ben and I watched incredulously as Sheri wiggled her ass as she drug her panties down and climbed onto the back of the large boxy couch. She crawled up on one end and lay back along the wide back, her legs hung off the sides and before she settled completely, she unhooked her bra and pulled her arms through the flimsy straps and held the top over her breasts. She watched her husband and I as we moved toward them, my wife grinning, probably salivating, and watching Sheri lay down on the back of the couch was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her legs were spread widely apart, one foot touched the arm of the couch, her other leg hung down the back. She was giving herself to Lori, her arms hung down, her body presented in a sacrificial alter like pose. Her nether lips were open and the pink skin inside glistened, her puffy areolas shown beneath her sheer bra, and her nipples tented the filmy cloth keeping it from sliding off onto the floor. Lori feasted on the glorious sight with hungry eyes as she ran her hands over Sheri's vulnerable body, and, seemly dumbstruck, took her time caressing the sexy parts of the naked women laid out on the leather covered alter. Her kisses left wet tracks on the supine woman's skin, but when Lori started to lift the skimpy bra so she could suck on the hard nipples that were just begging for attention, Sheri whispered a quiet 'no' and breathlessly murmured that her breasts were for the two men in her life. She nodded to her husband and then to me and we wasted no time attending to her. She smiled at Ben as he pulled one cup from her breast and kissed her nipple. My wife watched as I lifted the top from her skin, letting the little straps brush across her chest, and bent down and drew the hard nipple between my lips.

Presented with such a fantastic sight, Lori was beside herself with need. All the lust and desire of the night had come to this moment, and she wanted to give Sheri an orgasm, but she also wanted to take her time. She'd never even kissed a woman before and had found it delightful, the softness of Sheri's lips, and the feel of her skin as she held her hips, kissing the insides of her thighs, the heady smell of her sex coupled with the unknowable act of actually tasting another woman's sexy body. Sheri was moaning softly between the occasional kisses she was sharing with Ben and Arnie, her hips involuntarily grinding her rear end against the soft leather, her sex feeling so good, so exposed, so open and hungry, so wanting the attention that had grown inside of her since she had confided her fears and desires to Lori's husband. And then Lori's breath was near her sex, her big breasts pushing against her thighs, her nipples held taught by the platform bra Lori had chosen to wear to, to what, to seduce her? She had let Lori see her admiring looks, the hints of desire, and truth be told, the not so unconscious way she had let herself be seduced by the woman who had shared their lives for years.

Bolts of lightning shot through her body as Lori's wet tongue touched her pussy. She was being explored, tasted, sucked on by another woman and it was driving her crazy. Her hips bucked and her legs convulsed then closed around Lori's back. She willed her legs back down, wanting to give herself completely, to be a cunt, a finally liberated sex object who asks nothing but to be used, to be taken, sucked on and probed until she screams and then to be carried to a bed and taken by this big-titted woman, with her curly blond hair and her large rubber cock.

Lori's tongue is all over my pussy, she holds my clit with in her fingers and drives her pointed tongue into the hardening tip, she has fingers inside me, pumping, stretching me with three, then four or them, slippery, wiggling searching for that secret spot she knows is there, her other hand between my legs, forcing their way between my butt cheeks, seeking my opening, my juices making her fingers slippery and she finds my anus and my legs keep trying to close but I fight it, wanting to feel it, hoping the two men at my breasts will grab my legs and pull them wider so Lori and go deeper, hurt me and make me cum hard and then it overwhelms me, I get my wish and my loud moans turn deeper, growl like, and louder, my hips out of control and Lori is holding my hips as she tongues me, fingers me faster, bringing me closer and then I shudder and buck; out of control, my arms crush my two men against my tits and I feel the sharp edge of their teeth on my nipples and I allow my legs curl around Lori's back and hold her to me as I thrash on the back of the couch, cuming hard, gushing as Lori jams her face into my cunt and pushing her bared teeth against my hot hot sex, every move now electric, every twitch a live wire and I try to escape because it is too much, but Lori has me, she owns me and she is making me cum again and then again, and the three of them are trying to kill me. The last thing I remember is little bolts of green lightning crackling across the insides my eyelids.

When I awake, I am lying on the couch, being held by my three lovers, all of them looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust. My head is in Lori's lap, her long hair lying on her lovely breasts, her fingertips caress my cheek; the two naked men I'm lying on are a little lumpy and it dawns on me that even though I had the most intense orgasm of my life, I still wanted a good screwing.

I stretch my arms over my head, arching my back, noting the eyes on my sore and tender breasts. Before last night I would have never imagined the four of us even being naked together, let alone that Ben and Arnie would share my tits while Lori ate my pussy. As I lift myself up, I glance at my husband's smiling face, skimmed past Arnie's grinning mug and wrapped my arm around Lori's shoulders, leaning close and whispering in her ear. Actually, I kissed her on the lips on the way by.

"I'm so glad we did this Lori, you knew what I wanted, didn't you?" Lori got this self satisfied grin on her face and ran her fingers up my neck and into my hair, pulling me back to her lips and her answer to my question was a long and very tender kiss. When I made it back to her ear, I tried again, "Lori, did you think I was too brazen getting up on the back of the couch like that? I was so, so horny and I wanted to give myself to you and let you do me the way Arnie did Ben. No candle lit dinner, no drinks, none of that holding hands and romantic walks on the beach stuff, I wanted sex with you and I just didn't care who watched me do it or what they thought of me; but now I ...." Lori pulled me tight and said in a clear voice, "Sheri, I'd fuck you right out on the front lawn if I thought we'd get away with it!" We all laughed and began shifting around on the couch, Arnie mumbling something about being too warm.

Water. I needed a break before I burst into flames. A drink of water, or a beer might cool me off, but before I made it to the kitchen, Sheri untangled herself from Lori's embrace, scrambled off the couch and kissed me on the ear. "What's wrong, Arnie", she asked, knowingly, "a little too hot for ya' here on the couch."