Oops :P

Helen was struggling to get her wife off. She stopped fruitlessly rubbing lucy's cunt and brought her mouth on to lucy's clit, that was no better, she licked and sucked with no success, almost retching on the taste.

They'd never used to have this problem, between her mouth, her fingers and their toys she'd used to be able to force orgasm after organ from Lucy's slutty dyke pussy whenever they played at having sex.

Wait, something wasn't right, Helen had never used to words like slutty dyke pussy before and why did she think she was playing at sex? Wasn't this just having sex?

The trouble had started after their threesome. Helen and Lucy had always been monogamous before, but there was something about that man. He'd (what was his name again?) met them in a bar and introduced himself. He'd been charming and flirty in a way neither of them had ever remembered a man being before and after a few drinks they both somehow found themselves wondering what heterosexual sex felt like.

It had felt incredible. Helen had never cum so hard and now she thought about it that was the last time she'd seen Lucy cum at all. There was something about him that was so masculine, so powerful. How he'd used their bodies and their sexualities in an intoxicating cocktail of taboos. How could Helen's dry hands and chapped lips compare with that?

Helen's mind wondered from the love of her life's clit to her memories. What was it he'd made her say as he took Lucy's gold star?

"I can't do it, I need a man" that's what she'd said as she watched the stranger's cock dissappear inside the pussy she was failing to get off.

"I can't do it, I need a man" again and again Helen had said it as she watched her wife cum like a performing whore on a stranger's cock.

"I can't do it, I need a man" she felt her pussy drip at the thought.

"I can't do it, I need a man" she realised she was spelling out the words letter by letter on Lucy's clit with her tongue. Why didn't that feel wrong?

Lucy was mumbling something as Helen failed to force an orgasm from her. What was she saying?

Helen felt Lucy, hand's on her head, he wedding ring against her scalp. Helen's wife made a fist and pulled her head from her unsatisfied clit. They looked each other in the eye as Lucy repeated again and again.

just imagine it: on my back, legs spread for someone, maybe even in a mating press with my legs pinned against my chest. whether i want them in my pussy or not is irrelevant, because even if i fight and kick and scream, i'm not strong enough to get away. they penetrate me with their cock and my pussy takes it, just like she was made to.

i was literally built to do this, to be penetrated, and even if i did want it, i have no say in what happens now. they could cum inside me and there's nothing i can do to stop it. they could get me pregnant on complete accident, but is it really even an accident at this point? or was my fate sealed the second they pressed inside me?