Empty Nest: Chapter 120

Julie flings the curtain fully open to reveal Briana standing there still fully dressed and holding a towel. Like some attendant to a real prince Bri wraps me up in the fuzzy towel as I step out. It wasn’t done in a submissive or servile manner though, more of a purely pragmatic act to hurry things along. She was quiet, she was blushing, but Bri was no submissive outlier like Mia. She had the same cravings as the rest. Snatching another towel Julie steps out behind me and slaps my ass again. Both Bri and Julie might have well have been a pair a sharks circling and wounded seal such was the hunger in this room.

“Lube.” Julie reminds me with a squeeze of my ass cheek. “We’ll meet you in the guest room, cutie.”

With that she and Bri leave the washroom arm in arm. In the spare room I hear them whispering and chuckling, no doubt talking about what they were about to do to the willing ‘honey hole’.

I nod at Julie’s automatic use of the spare room. She knew better than to suggest the master bedroom after Heather’s warning earlier. That was our queen’s seat of power. That was a place for Heather and her man alone. It was sacred. She also didn’t suggest the living room, realizing Heather might enter to see us. I was allowed to play but my lover didn’t want to be witness to it. I was heartened to know Julie understood all of this. This whole ‘open relationship’ thing was part of their culture but it was new and strange to me. Whatever boundaries Heather gave me I had to ensure I respected them. I never wanted Heather’s generosity to become a regret. Hurting her, even inadvertently, would be devastating to me. If she ever hinted at wanting me to stop my ‘adventures’ I would do so in an instant.

With a shake of my head and flex of my dick I shift focus from love back to lust and get my head back in the game. Two of my ladies were waiting for me and I hated to disappoint. After a quick drying off I hurry from the room to go and grab Heather and I’s anal lube. With a confident flip in the air I snatch it and hurry to my waiting playmates.

“Aww, come on. Let me see it.” Julie says.

She is sitting on the bed slowly stroking her thick eight incher looking at Bri who now was now naked from the waist up. With her boyish fashion peeled away her androgynous look took a turn for the feminine. Briana was lean and lithe with the most adorable little titties I’d ever seen. There was still the hint of the tomboy to her smooth flesh however as the faint trace of slender muscles gave her form a subtly different structure from any other woman I’d seen. Again, her body intrigued me and aroused me. Even though Heather had completely converted me to the ways of thick milf supremacy Briana’s body presented a wonderful new realm to discover.

“What’s going on?” I ask as I toss the lube onto the bed.

“I just…” Briana scowls at Julie, her hands over her crotch. “She laughed at me!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Julie says, her hands up in a show of contrition. “I just…I’ve never seen one…” She snickers despite herself. “I mean, on a guy, sure. But one of us!? Pfft!”

“I’m leavin.” Bri starts looking for her shirt.

“Hold on.” I say. “Wait.” I give Julie a sharp glare. “Julie can be an asshole. But her heart’s in the right place.”

“Yeah.” Julie says. “What he said. I swear, Bri. I’m sorry. Really.”

“I’m not sure what this is about but…”

My words fall away as Briana slowly, tentatively, opens her cupped hands to reveal the source of Julie’s chuckles. What I see poking through the fly of her trousers is…a dick. Just…a dick. It wasn’t a monster or a schlong or a mighty oak. It was just a good old honest penis. Straight, hard and uncircumcised it was a perfectly average and perfectly pretty pecker. Briana was about my size! She might be a tad longer…or maybe shorter. She could have been a little thicker…or was it thinner? We were close enough that it was hard to spot the difference even though our erections were both out and at attention.

I look up into her face and see…fragile embarrassment and fear. God! I knew exactly what she was feeling! With a slender five inches of my own it was the exact same thing I felt showing myself to a partner for the first time. That moment of worry, that gut turning anxiety of not being enough or disappointing someone, that feeling of exposure and vulnerability. It was all right there in her bright blue eyes.

I look back down to admire her super cute cock once more then look back to her face to give her a huge, playful smile

“You’re fucking beautiful!”

“Huh?” Bri blinks.

I motion down at my own humble hummer. “I thought I was the only one!”

She stares a moment…then begins to titter. “I know, right? They’re all so feckin…BIG!”

“Ha ha ha!” I shift closer, being so bold as to lay a hand on her bare shoulder. She does not pull away. “You’re telling me!? God, I was starting to think I was a freak or something.”

“I feel like a midget in the land of giants.”

“A sapling among the mighty trunks.” I nod to Julie. “They don’t know what it’s like.”

“So cocksure and proud o’ themselves.” She says. “As if they had anything to do with what God gave’em.”

“It’s not the size of the tool…”

“…but how you use it.” She finishes my sentence. “Small, but…”

“…mighty.”

Our laughter calms her worries. Pulling her hands fully away she lets her dick swing free. We both stare down at our equally matched members. We flex them and jiggle them then make them ‘kiss’. We look up at each other and laugh again.

“Nice cock!” I say without reservation.

“Same at ye.” She says, her blue eyes now twinkling.

“May I?”

“Have at’er.”

I kiss her cheek and wink then go down as if on an elevator until I am on my knees. With giddy excitement I unbutton her trousers and begin to pull them down. “Ooo!” I startle as her stiffy pops back up as hard as nail the moment her snug boxer-briefs clears the length. “Ha ha ha!”

“She must be happy to see a pretty face.” She reaches out, hesitates, then pets my hair. I lean into her pet, welcoming it.

“Mmm.” I lick my lips, eager to know what a smaller dick was going to feel like. Among this family of titans she was tiny. And that made her unique.

“Hey.” Julie says. “My girl wants to see a pretty face too!”

“Your girl can stay right there for the time being.” I say as I wrap my grip fully around Briana’s member. Boy, that felt familiar. This was a size I had a LOT of practice with. “Tell yourself a joke or something.” I say. “You’re always up for a laugh.”

“God damn it.” Julie grumbles. “I didn’t mean to laugh.” She knew she’d fucked up. But she was just going to have to live with the consequences and wait her turn.

“Mmm.” I begin to stroke Bri’s hard five inches in one hand and my own in the other. The strokes in perfect pace and time with each other. Looking up at her I could her confidence growing. She might be small but she had a man on his knees in front of her. For her kind that is a powerful thing. I tilt my head and make a ‘pretty’ face for her. In a husky whisper I say. “How do you want it, baby? I’m yours.”