Sandwich time

You look to Liz' pussy, which is now a deep red, her lips wide open. Liz herself is panting slightly.

"Liz, come sit on my cock," you tell her.

"Oh God yes," she blurts out. Amy laughs out loud.

Liz practically jumps out of her cousin's chair and climbs onto the couch, kneeling as she straddles your and Amy's legs. Amy takes her hand away from your cock as Liz waddles on her knees towards you, and then positions her wet sex over your cock. She gasps as her womanhood makes contact with your member, and utters a quiet, prolonged squeal as she impales herself on your cock. You can feel her muscles contracting on you. She moans and gasps.

"Oh," she cries. "That feels so much better! Maybe now I've come I'll be able to focus," she says.

"Say Liz," says Amy conversationally, "this is your first time, isn't it?"

Liz looks to Amy. "Yeah, I guess it is. Weird." Liz shudders, and you feel a warm wetness on your lap. "Unnnh," she grunts. "Looks like I'm not quite done cumming yet."

"I'm glad I could be your first," you offer, not sure what to say. Did you really just order a girl to give you her virginity? Did she really just do it without a second thought?

"Thanks, John, you're a nice guy," Liz responds. "You feel nice inside me, mind if I stay on you for a while?"

"Um, sure," you say, groaning as Liz squeezes down on you. "Being inside you is really, uh, great... Just to let you know, though, if you keep squeezing on me I'm likely to cum inside you."

"Oh, okay," Liz says. Without further ado, she continues her story. "So yeah, I'm pretty sure George likes me, like a lot, and that he was hard for me specifically. But I don't really think of him that way."

You're puzzled. "I thought you were getting wet for him, too."

"Well yeah," Liz says with slight exasperation, "but only because I was staring at his cock and he was hard for me. I'd never even seen a boy get hard before, never mind a friend who was getting excited looking at my pussy." Liz looks over your shoulder to her cousin. "Anyway, I wanted to ask your advise because you and John are the only two people which are anything like me and George. You're just friends, and even if John isn't a transvestite, you do still have sex all the time."

You're a little surprised. "You told Liz, but not Chris?" you ask, meaning Amy's boyfriend.

Amy shrugs behind you, her boobs shifting against your back. "She's my cousin, and she's asked me about sex before. Obviously I was going to tell her about you, we have sex at least five times a week," she says matter-of-factly.

Liz pipes up. "She did say that you were good. I can't say I have any complaints. I never thought I'd be having sex with you myself, but there you go." She gives you a squeeze from inside.

You moan softly, but accept this and move on. "Right. So the situation with you and George reminded you of Amy and me, because we have lots of sex even though I'm not Amy's boyfriend. Does that mean that you're thinking of having sex with George?"

Liz sighs. "I don't know. He's such a nice guy, really sensitive. I think he understands women a lot more than a lot of guys because he's a transvestite. He's always staring at women's pussies, you can tell he enjoys it. I want to be a good friend to him. But I'm not in love with him. Still, if I'm going to be around when he's half-naked, I don't know if I can control myself." She squeezes your manhood again.

"Liz," you say, "if you're going to keep squeezing my cock, I'd like you to ride me so I can cum properly."

"Um," Liz says, "okay... How? I've never done this before."

"Just rise up on your knees a bit and lower yourself down," says Amy helpfully. "John must be pretty close by now, do it really slow to tease it out of him. He likes that!"

"Okay," says Liz, who rises slowly, experimenting with your length sliding out of her, not wanting you to slip out. "Mmmm, nice," she mumbles. You moan softly in reply.

"Do you think George would make you do anything you'd regret later?" Amy asks.

Liz frowns as she slowly fucks you. "I don't think so," she says. "I've heard stories from girls at school about pushy boys, but George didn't make me feel cornered or anything. Just very, very sexy. If I asked him if he'd like to sleep with me, I'm pretty sure he'd say yes, but he didn't make any moves. It was just very obvious that me looking at him turned him on. Is that weird?"

"Well," Amy said thoughtfully, "guys are different from girls. They aren't bottomless all the time, so it can be really sexy for them when they are bottomless and girls pay them attention. Like with John," she says, squeezing you from behind. You groan.

"I know it's not the same," Liz asks, "but you have sex with John all the time and stay just friends. Do you think I could do that with George?"

"It's totally different," Amy says. "I mean, think about it, you're having sex with John right now. But John has sex with all sorts of women: me, now you, women at supermarkets, wherever. He's friendly about it with me, but it doesn't mean anything more. But for George, he might want to be in a relationship, and it doesn't sound like you want one. Honestly, I think you just wanted to have some sex."

"Maybe," Liz says. "Good thing I'm getting some with John then!" She squeezes you again. "Mmmm..."

The surreal conversation, the simple acknowledgement of your promiscuity, and Liz's slow fucking have finally started tipping you over the edge. "Oh God," you moan. "I'm not going to last much longer!"

"Oh, okay!" says Liz, alert and curious. Her eyes look to yours. "What should I do?"