Victoria's Secret

Victoria caressed my face and kissed my lips passionately once more. Then she caressed and kissed my other lips once more. And I hers. Afterwards we cuddled and snuggled. That was almost as good as the sex. Girls are so soft and touchy-feely. Sugar and spice and everything nice.

Then Victoria got up from the bed and fetched the strap-on. “Sarah, would you like some cock?”

I giggled. “Yes, I would, Victoria. Very much.”

“Do you suppose this will be as good as the real thing, Sarah?”

“Uh…I don’t know. You tell me, Victoria. I’m not very experienced in these matters. Is it as good as the real thing?”

“No. Not even close. Silicone is no substitute for hot, throbbing man flesh. I love the real thing, don’t you, Sarah?”

“I did with David, my first lover. Yes, I loved the real thing. But I swore off men, at least for the rest of the summer. I can’t deal with commitment or a serious relationship right now.”

“You don’t need to make a commitment, Sarah. He has one. Would you like the real thing?”

The ‘he has one’ puzzled me but I didn’t ask. “Yes, I think I would just love the real thing. But I’ll settle for that strap-on right now. You have me so turned on, Victoria! So this is the other secret you mentioned.”

“Not exactly, Sarah.”

“Huh?”

“The secret will be out of the bag soon. Let me ask again, but you’d rather have the real thing? Man flesh. Hot, throbbing…”

“Geez, Victoria, will you stop? Quit teasing me. Do me! Please? I’m so ready.”

Victoria put the silicone dong in her mouth and started to suck, simulating fellatio.

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

“What’s so funny, Sarah?”

I told her about my girlfriend, Jenny, and how she teased and tantalized guys by sucking on a hot dog at lunch at work.

“But Sarah, silicone dongs and hot dogs are such poor substitutes for the real thing. I love the taste of cum. I love to make a man beg to shoot his spunk down my throat and all over my face and breasts. Don’t you?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess.”

“How many blow jobs have you given, Sarah?”

“Only two. My first lover, David. And the cop who raped me. I told you about them. But I didn’t really give the cop a blow job. He had sex with my mouth.”

“So sad, Sarah. I’m so sorry.”

I started to cry.

“Don’t cry, Sarah.” She held me and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m sorry I reminded you of those things. I’ll make you feel better.” She began to tease my clit again with her fingers. “I’ll give you what you want now, Sarah. Some big hard cock. It will be inside your sweet little pussy soon. But first you have to suck it. Will you suck some cock, Sarah?”

“I’ll do anything you want, Victoria. Anything.” I put the silicone dong in my mouth and sucked away.

“Tell me how much you like to suck cock, Sarah.”

I indulged her because I wanted to get laid. Real bad and real soon. “I love to suck cock. I love the way it tickles my tonsils and goes so deep down my throat. I love to nibble and lick the head. I love to make it throb and pulsate as it spurts all over me. I love to…” 

Just then the doors to the big walk-in closet opened. Apparently he had been watching through the louvers. He was naked and had a huge erection.

“Sarah, I’d like you to meet my husband, Matthew,” Victoria offered in explanation with a huge smile.

“Hello, Sarah,” he said politely. He complimented his wife with, “She’s the prettiest one yet.”

“Uh…hello, Matthew,” I muttered softly.

“Sarah,” Victoria whispered to me, “that big thing can stay hard for hours and hours and hours. What did you say at the gym about wanting a whopper?” It was big. Very big. It looked about the same size as the convict I watched my girlfriend, Jenny, suck. Much bigger than the renegade cop who broke in my back door without my permission. Bigger than David, who took my virginity and then died. “And Matthew knows how to find just the right spot, Sarah. The G-spot. Matthew teaches girls how to squirt. I call it ‘S & S.’ Squeal and squirt and squirt and squeal.”

“I’ve heard about the G-spot, Victoria. But…uh…”

“You’ve never found yours,” she interrupted.

“Yeah.”

Victoria picked up the strap-on again. “Would you like this or the real thing, Sarah?”

“The real thing,” I murmured softly. “That and you, Victoria.” She and I again kissed so lovingly. “Thank you, Victoria. Thank you for Victoria’s secret.”

I began to cry. But soon I screamed. In ecstasy. Over and over and over.