Strange Days Ch. 61-65

"Amy," Jean Pierre said, squeezing my hands. "Dis is a wonderful opportunity for you. Would be foolish to pass up."

"I know," I nodded, taking one of my hands back to wipe at my eyes.

Jean Pierre gave me the handkerchief from his suit jacket, despite there being a perfectly good box of tissues on his desk - albeit surrounded by a white marble container, naturally. It was such a simple thing to do, harmless really, but such a sweet gesture that I started crying again. I hugged him with one arm, and he hugged me back, hanging his head down beside mine. I kept the hanky pressed to my face so that I would ruin his suit.

"I am so very proud of you," he said softly, rocking me again. "You have learned to fly here, but eet would not be right to cage you." He leaned back and held my shoulders, shook his head and looked at me with a kind of wonder. "What you did with Christine...eet was merveilleux, wonderful."

"Thank you," I choked out through a smile, and not wanting to make a mess of his hanky, I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose.

"Besides," Jean Pierre grinned. "I have seen you with Rose lately, and you know my rule."

I grinned back. "No fucking..."

...ze models." He finished with me, smiling happily.

We laughed and hugged.

Jean Pierre walked me out of his office, again telling me how proud he was of me, and how much he was going to miss me. Apparently, he snuck around the sets during the shoots, because I'd had no idea how much he enjoyed watching me and the girls flirt back and forth with each other.

He also told me to see Darren for the details on my first shoot at Armia. After we parted ways outside his office, I headed for the floor to find Darren. Only when I saw him did the gravity of what Jean Pierre had said hit me. There was only one reason I would be seeing Darren about my first shoot at Armia.

He saw me coming, smiled widely and caught me in his arms when I leapt into them. Much as Jean Pierre had done, Darren twirled me around in his arms, laughing. He set me down and I stepped back, grabbing his arms.

"You're coming with me, aren't you?" I asked.

He nodded. "J.P. didn't want to split us up, told Clarisse we were a package deal."

I squealed and hugged him again.

"What you are two prisses so happy about?" came Christine's snooty voice.

I took a step away from Darren to see her looking at us, arms crossed under her breasts over her robe, hip pushed out to one side, looking supremely arrogant. Letting go of Darren, I calmly walked over to her. Christine actually leaned away a little bit when I got close, and she almost jumped when I suddenly hugged her tightly.

"Christine, you can be an incredible bitch," I said softly, hating her and not at the same time. She stiffened against me, and I heard her take a breath, probably to make a snotty retort, but I didn't give her the chance. "But you are amazingly beautiful, wonderful to shoot, and I have to thank you."

Just before I stepped back, she relaxed against me, but only a little. She just stood there for a moment, staring at me. I'd spoken truthfully, from the heart, and I think Christine was trying not to believe me. Then she looked at Darren.

"What's going on?" she asked him.

"Amy just got picked up by Armia," he grinned. "And I'm going with her."

"Have you seen the shots yet?" I asked her.

Christine turned her stunned eyes on me and gave a slight shake of her head.

"They're beautiful," I told her, fixing her with my gaze, and I felt myself blushing. "Thank you, again."

Christine just blinked at me, but finally said, "S-sure. No problem."

"Come on," Darren said, taking my arm. "Let's go break the news to Rose."

It didn't take us long to find her, and when we did, she practically screamed the news across the building, she was so excited. I think she was happy that we'd be working together more often now, since most of her time modeling was spent with Armia these days.

Darren and Kara got permission from Jean Pierre to take a group lunch, and just about everyone piled into cars and stormed an Italian joint that was a local favorite. Darren and Rose sat on either side of me throughout lunch, and Rose had her arm around me most of the time, hugging me to her side every few minutes, it seemed. Eventually, they had to go back to work, but I was done for the day, according to Darren.

"So, what can you tell me about our next shoot?" I asked him as he slipped his light jacket on.

"Our next shoot?"

"Yeah," I smiled and bumped his hip with mine while walking through the parking lot to his car, Rose on the other side of me. "You're my wingman."

He chuckled. "So long as you're not trying to pick up a girl. But a guy, now that's something I can help you with."

"Speaking of, how is the sasquatch doing?" Rose asked.

We shared a laugh at the rub. Darren's boyfriend was notoriously hairy, and Rose was constantly teasing him about it.

"He's just fine, thank you very much," he swatted her on the ass, making her dance away, then he turned to me. "I'm still ironing out the details of the next shoot, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"Definitely," he nodded.

With nothing else to do for the afternoon, I went home to an empty apartment, stripped out of my clothes and threw on a fluffy robe, then plopped down on the couch with my cell phone. There was someone I wanted to share the news with.

"Hello?"

I smiled at the sound of Trevor's voice. "Hey, baby."

"Hey yourself," he replied, and I could tell he was smiling too.

"You're never going to believe what happened today," I said, and I told him about moving to Armia.

Trevor was thrilled. Both he and Sarah knew that Armia was where I wanted to work in the first place. He couldn't have been happier.

"I miss you," he said softly.

I sighed and swung my legs up onto the couch so that I could lie down. "I miss you too."

"Yeah? How much?"

I grinned and toyed with the tie on my robe. "Well, do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a nice hard cock in me?"

Trevor laughed, a deep masculine sound that made me shiver. "Actually, I know precisely how long it's been, seeing as how I've been counting the days."

I missed him on an emotional level, certainly, but it seemed my body was missing him more than my heart just then, because I asked him, "Do you miss my little pussy too?"

"Shit, yes," he groaned then he said, "Wait a minute. Don't you two still have that strap-on?"

"Yeah, but Sarah's more a receiver than a giver in that regard," I told him. Technically, it was the truth, since she didn't have a cock, and I did. Of course, I left that part out.

"Are you alone right now?" he asked.

I grinned. "Yes. Why?"

"Because I think you should go get your friend."

"Trevor!" I teased him, pretending to be shocked. "Are you suggesting that I have phone sex with you?"

I could hear the grin in his voice. "Are you saying you don't want to?"

"I totally didn't say that," I giggled.

I bounced up from the couch and got my big and trusty floppy dildo from the dresser. I mean, come on, using the strap-on on myself seemed rather redundant, you know, with me being a dickgirl and all. I almost grabbed the bottle of lube that Violet left over, but I could feel myself getting warm and wet, so figured I wouldn't need it. But, just as I turned around, I got an idea and grabbed the lube anyway.

"Okay," I said into the phone, flopping back down on the couch with my robe open. "I hope you have some lube at hand, Trevor."

"You could say that," he laughed, but there was a breathless note to it.

"Hey, did you start without me?" I asked.

"Uh, n-no, why?" he replied rather quickly.

"You did!" I teased him with a huff. "Fine. I'll just have to catch up."

The thing was, picturing him with his hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking up and down his shaft, glistening with lube, it wasn't going to take me long. My belly tightened, and when I reached down to spread the lips of my pussy open, I found myself hot and soaking wet. Only then did I notice how fast I was breathing, how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Sounds like you already have caught up," Trevor chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe," I nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see it.

I was about to lube up the dildo that had gotten me through so many lonely nights before Freyja's magic had come into my life, but I was pretty sure I didn't need it. Lining up the fake dong, I felt myself opening up to the big head of it. I eased it in, arched my back at the feel of it stretching me open so wide, my cunt clamping down on its somewhat spongy girth.

"Holy shit, Trevor," I hissed, feeling the fat fake cock rub right over that spot deep inside me, pressing up against it deliciously. "Oh my fucking gawd, this feels good."

"Is it stretching you?" he asked breathlessly. "I know how tight you are, like you're squeezing me with your hand."

"It's big," I nodded to myself, arching my back again with another groan when the end of the big dildo found the end of me, filling me completely. "But not hard, like you." Slowly, I dragged the thick dick out, until it almost fell out completely, then pushed it back in. "Harder is soooo much better."

"You have no idea how hard I am right now," he groaned, and I could faintly hear his hand working his lubed cock now.

"Trevor," I hissed, cramming myself full of fake dick and keeping it there. "Do you have your laptop?"

"Why?" he sounded confused.

I grinned. "Pull up your favorite porn."

"Okay," he laughed, and he rummaged around frantically for a minute or two.

I waited patiently, working the dildo in and out of my clenching cunt. Then the elevator groaned its way up from the lobby. I almost laughed, realizing Sarah was home early. Trevor was still getting his porn ready when she stepped into the apartment and the elevator closed behind her. I couldn't see her, lying on the couch as I was, but I heard her walking over, dropping her bag and backpack along the way, then she came around the couch. Sarah raised an eyebrow at me and grinned.

I smiled up at her and said, "Trevor and I are having phone sex."

"Sarah's there?" Trevor asked, and he sounded kind of panicked.

"She is now," I giggled, then promptly shut up when Sarah starting stripping out of her clothes. "And I think she wants to fuck me."

Trevor laughed. "Good thing you have that strap-on, huh?"

I didn't answer him, what with being a bit preoccupied by Sarah's perfect breasts bouncing out of her shirt, her smooth mound coming into view when her pants fell to her ankles. Taking off her shoes, she pointed between my legs and mouthed the word 'cock'.

I nodded and she grinned at me, tossing her shoes away.

"Okay, I'm ready," Trevor finally said.

"Are you looking at dickgirls?" I asked, pulling the dildo out of me with a wet squelch.

"Yeah," he chuckled.

Sarah turned her back to me and bent over, reaching behind her to pull one of her ass cheeks aside, showing me how wet she was already, and giving me the hottest 'fuck me' look over her shoulder. I sat up on the couch with my feet on the floor, legs slightly spread. Sarah spread her legs too, then she folded her upper body down against her legs until she was upside down, looking at me from between them, muscles strained and beautiful.

Jeezus, I'd forgotten how limber she was.

"Tell me what they look like," I told Trevor.

"Beautiful," he said, almost reverently, and his hand was working his cock again, a faint slippery sound in the background. "So perfect, so feminine, but so much more."

With a thought, and a loud moan that I couldn't hold in, my cock pushed through my hot pussy, speared out of my folds and slapped hard against my stomach, wet with my arousal. Strange thing was, it hadn't hurt at all. I glanced down past my breasts to see my thick length throbbing against my stomach, the head past my navel. A great dollop of glistening pre oozed out of the tip to pool on my skin, with another right behind it.

"You like looking at chicks with dicks, don't you?" I asked, scooping up the warm precum with my hand and spreading it around the end of me while Sarah backed up towards me.

Realizing what she had in mind, I scooted my butt forward until I was perched right on the edge of the couch, spreading my legs wide to push the dildo back inside me, then I closed my legs, trapping it there. Sarah straddled my legs, still standing, and put her hands on my knees.

"Yeah, I do," Trevor said quietly.

My girldong spit more precum into my hand, and I spread it down my length. Holding my cock, I put a hand on Sarah's bottom and guided her down, fit the fat end of me at her opening, and guided her down.

"Fuck, baby," Sarah breathed, too quiet for Trevor to hear.

Her hot slippery cunt gulped me right inside her, spread over the end of me, silken folds so hot, so tight.

"You like how hard they are?" I asked Trevor, watching as Sarah lowered her behind, swallowing inch after hard inch of me with her eager pussy.

He hesitated for a moment, but said, "Yes."

"Would you fuck one, Trevor?" I asked him, putting both hands on Sarah's behind to push her up and down my thick dong. "Would you fuck a dickgirl if she asked you to?"

"Amy..." he hissed.

Sarah leaned forward a little more, giving me an even better view of her hole stretched so tightly around me. I'd never had this point of view before, never realized how very much I filled her, how close I was to being too big for her, so thick that her outer labia were pulled in just a little when my cock pushed inside her, and just a little more shimmering pink appeared when my thick length dragged out. All the while my cunt was squeezing the dildo inside me.

"They need it too, you know," I told Trevor, and he had no idea how very truthful I was being just then. "They're as much a woman as any other, and they need a good fuck just as much as the next."

And it really was the truth. I loved having sex with my cock, but I still wouldn't argue against what Violet would call a good deep dicking either.

"Would you, Trevor?" I asked, almost pleaded as my cunt clamped down on the dildo so hard that I worried it might rocket right out of me, and to add fuel to the fire, my cock throbbed inside of Sarah. "Would you fuck a dickgirl?"

"Jeezus, Amy," he grunted.

"Would you fill her with your hard cock, baby?" I cooed, feeling my thick dong swell inside Sarah. My gaze was fixed to the lovely lines of her back and shoulders, muscles corded beneath her flawless skin, her perfect ass bouncing up and down, her tight gash swallowing me whole with every hard plunge. "Would she have to beg, plead for your dick inside her, your cum filling her?"

"Fuck," Trevor groaned.

I was so close. So fucking close.

"Gawd, Amy," Sarah hissed, and I felt her warm wet walls flutter around me.

"Come for us, Trevor," I told him, and he groaned loudly. "Come for Sarah." And what I said next shocked even me. "Come for your dickgirl."

Trevor let loose a roaring grunt. "Fuck!"

And that just flat did it for me. I held Sarah's butt tight and slammed her down, spearing her with every inch of me. Something inside me exploded, my cock lurched hard, swelled up so much that there was simply no room left inside of Sarah. Hot cum spewed out of me in what felt like a constant stream that lasted a full second, and Sarah screamed.

I could hear Trevor grunting through the phone, could hear Sarah grunting above me. Her hot cunt milked my erupting length. Warm goo spurted forcefully out of the tight seal where our bodies were joined, spraying messily over my groin, so much thick cum that it splattered up my belly and poured over my hips.

And that was just the beginning.

My cock fired again, only the mess it made this time was unreal, backflowing so hard and fast from Sarah's overstuffed pussy that some of the white goo actually made it up to my boobs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Trevor grunted into the phone.

I pulled Sarah down, kept her ass pinned against my thighs while I ground my cock into her, pumped so much cum inside her that I felt it pooling thickly beneath me on the couch, spilling over the edge, spreading along the floor around my feet.

My vision swam, dark spots blotting out the apartment, and still I came. I was dimly aware of my hands falling from Sarah's behind, of her leaning back against me, grabbing my hands and pulling my arms around her waist while my aching dick spewed over and over inside her, splatting loudly on the couch and floor.

I don't think I was out very long. When I came too, Sarah was walking around the couch with a tall glass of protein shake. Besides the fact that they helped speed along my recovery, and build back up the muscle that I'd lost over the months, they also had the distinctive benefit of a very rapid recovery from explosive orgasms, like I'd just had. I mean, come on, you can't spew out as much cum as this and not need to replace your fluids.

Sarah had my phone to her ear too, and she was talking to Trevor while she set down the glass on the coffee table and offered me her hand.

"You should have seen it," she chuckled, helping me sit up on the cum-drenched couch, then handed me my shake. Taking the phone away from her ear, she put it on speaker-phone mode.

Trevor's tired voice came through the phone, "I don't exactly see how you can fuck her unconscious with a strap-on, especially if you're the one on the receiving end."

Sarah chuckled again, hands on her hips as she flicked her gaze down to my messy groin, still slick with so much jizz. My girl dong lay long, thick, and limp over my thigh, slimy and bloated, the end of me lying in a small pool of white.

"Magic, Trevor," she said, smiling down at me.

She could have pointed out that the strap-on was double-ended, and thus pleasured both the giver and the taker. Instead, she let the truth kind of hang out there silently.

"Did you have a good cum, Amy?" Trevor asked, and I could hear his smile.

I looked around me, the couch soaked with spooge - that would be a bitch to clean up - and my body a mess of gooey jizz. I was thickly coated in the stuff from my thighs up to my lower abdomen, and heavily spattered up to the top of my chest.

"You could say that," I snickered.

"How about you, Sarah?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she smiled, then smoothed her hands up her body, sweat and cum mixing over her stomach and breasts. She caught her nipples between her thumbs and fingers and gave them a little tweak. "I don't think I'm done with our girl though."

Trevor said something, or asked something, but I didn't catch it. I was too distracted by my thick dong, which was rapidly filling with blood and rising up from my thigh. I was a little over half-hard when Sarah stepped up onto the couch and stood over me, then bent her knees and grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, using the other to grab hold of me.

"You can't get enough, can you?" Trevor asked her, chuckling.

My dick was still hardening, but Sarah wasn't waiting. She crouched over me, fit the spongy tip of me at her opening, held onto my shaft, and lowered her hips. Her gooey cunt spread over my cockhead, snapped tight around the crown, then slowly gobbled up my long shaft.

My head fell back and I groaned at the feel of her, so warm and snug. With her feet on the couch and her legs spread, I could see the soft lips of her heavenly little pussy splayed wide around the very root of me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a cute O. Sarah smacked her lips and rotated her hips a little, massaging my hardening length with her hot fleshy sleeve.

She opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy look, finally answering Trevor. "I'll get enough eventually."

"Are you fucking her again?" he asked.