Her thighs begin to shiver and shake as the fucking starting to overload her. Lucy’s ass quivered as it hung in the air, Darla never ceasing her sustained anal thrusting. Tears of pleasure pooled in Lucy’s eyes, the feeling of being filled up in both holes causing her to quickly reach the edge. Lucy felt an odd pressure within herself, a throbbing in her pussy, a feeling as though she could burst. It almost felt like she had to piss but it was subtly different than that. A pulse ran through her, her body juddering as she lay out on the bed, and she bit into the sheets to steady herself and stifle her incessant moaning.
“Fuckin’…” Lucy gasped into the sheets, the pressure inside of her coming to a head, it was all just too much to bear. “Ah!” she cried out, finally letting the pressure release.
As she let herself go, her mind emptied and her body trembled. A current coursed through her, sending chills throughout her figure and prickling over her skin. And that feeling of pressure emptied as her pussy spontaneously squirted out a spray of liquid, wetting the bed sheets below her. Lucy pumped a few more times, clenching her pussy and releasing, and with each pulse she squirted another clear stream of liquid out from inside of her, moaning and screaming with each blast.
Witnessing her friend squirt, Darla laughed happily and tenderly rubbed Lucy’s pussy, the pulsating lips completely drenched and dripping. Lucy began to collapse down onto the bed and Darla released the dildo from her hold, leaving it lodged in deep thrust inside of Lucy’s asshole.
“Oh God,” Lucy huffed. “I’m fucking sopping wet.”
“You squirted, Lucy,” said Darla, rubbing her hand on Lucy’s soft ass cheek. “That was fucking awesome.”
“Mmm,” sighed Lucy joyfully, ambling through a post-coital daze. As she relaxed, the dildo that remained inside of her ass gradually and slowly started to slip out. It exited her hole inch by inch until the head of the toy popped out, and the silicone piece slid down Lucy’s underside and landed between her legs on the sheets. Her gaped asshole puckered and throbbed as she stabilized her breathing, the little rumpled ring opening and closing with each huff.
“Was it everything you expected?” asked Darla, smiling down happily at Lucy’s slack body. Lucy’s ass was glistening with moisture, her thighs humid and slightly sticky, and her front side lay in a wet pool of her own squirt.
“Oh my God!” clamored Lucy. “It was fantastic.”
“Good,” said Darla lovingly. Her hand ran from Lucy’s ass to her lower back, adoringly caressing her friend. “I’m happy I could help.”
Lucy felt absolutely wonderful. She could still feel phantom penetrations of the dildo inside her stretched ass. Her pussy vibrated, still abuzz in the afterglow of her double penetrative orgasm. A single glob of grool leaked out from between her lips, white and milky and viscid. As Darla continued to gently rub her back, Lucy felt satisfied like she had never been before. She wanted more.
And now she knew exactly how to get it.
LICK MY DOT
*
I WAS SO happy to finally have my own apartment. After years of living in the dorms up at college, always having to share my room with somebody else, finally getting my own off-campus place was a breath of fresh air. I could walk around naked if I wanted to (and I often did), I could slack off on cleaning if I felt too overwhelmed, and I could have anybody over that I wanted without having my roommate raise an eyebrow.
When I first started college, I was so shy. I’d never even think of going up to someone I was interested in and try to chat them up. But being away from all that’s familiar, living in a place with seemingly very few rules, and just basically having the freedom to live my life as I saw fit really helped open me up to new people and to new experiences.
I certainly didn’t consider myself a lesbian, but a lot of my sexual perceptions changed when I met Amy. She was a beautiful redhead, busty and voluptuous, with a thick firm butt and a flat stomach. We had met in English class when I was a sophomore and she was a junior. Coincidentally we had sat next to each other in class on the first day and became fast friends after that. Amy introduced me to some authors she loved, like Djuna Barnes and Virginia Woolf, and we even worked together on a joint project for class. That project brought us even closer.
Amy was a lesbian and an incredibly sexy one at that. She was very well put together, her hair often done up in glamorous curls, her makeup styled just right for her complexion, and she wore really nice clothes. She let it slip out, eventually, that she came from a wealthy family, though she tried her best to not let the abundance of money in her life affect her. She wasn’t always successful at that.
Although Amy knew that I wasn’t a lesbian, she didn’t quite know that I had grown curious of being with another girl. I was embarrassed to talk about it, because it was Amy, fast becoming my best friend, who inspired me to consider what it would be like. One night, sharing a bottle of wine at Amy’s place, studying together, we got to talking about our sexuality.
“Any guys in your world lately, babe?” Amy asked.
“Nah,” I said. “They’re all a bunch of dweebs.” She laughed at me.
“Have you ever thought about coming over to my side?” she said, giving me a little push as we lay together on the floor with our stomachs against the carpet, books open in front of us.
“Well…” I said, giving her an indefinite answer and leaving it open to her interpretation.
“You’re kidding!” Amy exclaimed. “You have thought about it!”
“I’ve thought about it,” I said, affirming her assumption.
“Do tell,” she said, rolling over on her side, propping her head up in her hand with her elbow on the ground below. “Who is she? Someone in one of your classes?”
“Not exactly,” I said.
“Someone from the restaurant where you work?” she posited, grinning with excited interest.
“No,” I said. “I mean, it’s nobody in particular,” I went on, even though I was enticed most by Amy, with her creamy pale skin, the auburn ringlets dangling down her face, her sultry knowing smile, and her ample chest. “I’m just… curious, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” Amy said with a wryness permeating her face. “You want to try some pussy.”
“Amy!” I said, feeling slightly nervous. “You’re such a goof.”
“Do you want to try kissing me?” she put forth, her green eyes dancing with enthusiasm. I knew she found me attractive. I’d often catch her checking me out when we were getting ready together and she loved smacking my small ass as we primped in the bathroom in just our panties.
“I’m nervous,” I said, being honest though secretly twirling inside. I could feel my heart fluttering and my breath quickening.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t bite.”
“That’s actually what I was afraid of,” I said teasingly, inciting a cute cackle out of Amy.
“Come here,” she said, a tender smile now across her lips. She really was a sweet and caring friend, and I would guess equally excited about what was happening.
We closed in on each other, me slowly and with trepidation, and Amy with an eager earnestness. As our lips softly met I felt a passionate rush move through me, a mixture of exhilaration and lust bubbling up and coming out with a fiery intensity. I pressed into Amy and she into me, our hands beginning to work over each other’s bodies, exploring and navigating.
Our kiss went on for a while, moist and succulent, our lips intertwining and prancing, until Amy gently rolled on top of me, burying her face into my neck and sweetly kissing my goose-bumped skin, nibbling and lightly sucking. Before I knew it, her hand had moved up my chest and was cradling my small breast over my t-shirt. I didn’t want any of it to stop. The attention felt amazing.
After necking on the floor for about half an hour, our hair lightly tangled, jeans unbuttoned, each other’s bodies groped, intensified breath, and a growing wetness in our panties, Amy pulled back and spoke up.
“Caroline,” sh
e said adoringly, nuzzling her nose against my cheek.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Do you want to go into my bedroom?”
And we did. Amy was gentle with me, but sexy and firm, showing me what it was like to be with another girl. I loved it so much that Amy and I started seeing a lot more of each other, sleeping over and fooling around, touching and poking and prodding at one another.
But we kept it secret. Her family didn’t know that she was a lesbian and I was just experimenting and having fun. We tried to keep it light, friendly, and easy.
Our passions for each other, however, had other plans. As we spent more time together, our fucking grew more heated, more experimental, and more lusty.
It was soon after that I discovered that Amy had a thing for anal sex. She loved having her ass licked and once she found out I was cool with it all, she would often request me to put stuff in it, slowly pull out her anal beads, or double penetrate her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
During our lovemaking, Amy would bury her face into the pillows, stick her ass up in the air and widen her stance. She would wiggle her backside in a sultry movement and tell me exactly what she wanted.
“Lick my dot,” she would say. Her ass and pussy were always hairless and clean, immaculate and well prepared for everything our night might have in store.
And I loved licking her from behind. Her ass was perfect and round, smooth and supple. With my nose in her crack, smelling the light fragrance of sexual sweat, my tongue would lap at her from the base of her pussy, over her puffy lips, along her taint, and finally into her ass.
So on the first weekend living in my own apartment, everything organized to my liking, I was thrilled to have Amy over to celebrate, to drink wine, and to fool around.
I heard a knock at my door around 8PM that Saturday night while I was checking myself out in a full-length mirror I had screwed into the wall near the kitchen. I wore a thin grey tank top and no bra, not really needing one with my small chest, and a pair of black terry cloth short shorts. I primped quickly at my shoulder length dirty blonde hair, gave myself a smile to check my teeth, and scurried over to the door to let my best friend in.
“Caroline!” Amy exclaimed as I opened the door. She wore a tight dark blue v-neck tee, the neckline swooping down and exposing her pale cleavage, and a black and white nautical striped skirt that hung just above her knees. Across her body was her tattered corduroy purse, slung low against her hip, and she carried a bottle of red wine in her hand.
“Amy!” I said in reply, the two of us instantly embracing tightly and swaying side to side.
“I brought your favorite,” she said, holding the bottle up as we stepped back from our hug. “Rioja from Spain!”
“Get in here,” I said, stepping to the side to allow Amy to enter. As she came into the apartment, she looked around and nodded her head approvingly, setting the wine bottle and her purse down on the small dining room table just off a bit from the apartment entryway.
“This place is cool,” she said. “It’s totally sweet to have your own apartment, isn’t it?”
“You bet,” I said. “I think I spent the whole morning walking around naked.”
“I would have liked to see that,” she said, making a swift move toward me, bringing her hand up to my cheek, and planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Mmm,” I sighed as I returned her kiss.
“Let’s open this wine,” she said with a grin as our lips parted. I smiled and nodded enthusiastically as Amy scooted into the kitchen to find a couple of glasses and a corkscrew.
I watched her as she sauntered into the kitchen, the roundness and firmness of her ass apparent under her skirt, pumping up and down with each step.
We sat on the couch, each with a glass of wine in our hand, laughing and talking, pawing at each other ardently, stealing the occasional kiss. We were best friends, certainly, but by that point it had become something more, regardless as to how we behaved in public. Close the door, and it was difficult to keep our hands off of one another.
I pressed my palm into Amy’s bare thigh, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, and leaned in to kiss her once more. I held my wine glass up high as we kissed, careful not to spill it.
“Mmm,” she said. “It’s so nice to kiss you with wine lips.”
“I know,” I agreed, drunken with lust for this pretty redheaded bombshell.
“I have something I want to show you,” said Amy lasciviously, her eyebrows indicating a lusty conspiracy.
“What’s that?” I said.
“Take a look,” she said, setting her wine glass down on the table in front of the couch. Hopping up onto her knees, Amy bent over with her elbow bracing herself on the arm of the couch, her ass thrust out in my direction. With her other hand, she reached behind herself, and pulled her striped skirt up over her ass, letting the fabric rest on her lower back.
Underneath she wore a pair of lacy and ornate bright pink panties. They looked perfectly coordinated against the pale skin of her thighs and ass.
“Nice panties,” I said, tilting my head slightly to take in this sensual image of her rear.
“That’s not it,” she said. “Look.” Amy grabbed onto her panties by the leg hole under her ass cheek and yanked it over to the side, exposing her soft, hairless underside below the tensile pink fabric. Her pussy lips were puffy and full, her inner labia poking out just slightly, fleshy and inviting, but it was her other hole that she wanted to show me. A round red jewel about the size of a half-dollar coin obscured her asshole. Amy wiggled her backside and giggled.
“It’s a new plug,” she said. “Red to match my hair.”
“I like it,” I said, reaching out and running my fingertip over the jewel with a bit of pressure. Amy could feel it and it caused her grind her ass a bit.
“It really turns me on walking around with it in there,” she said. “Mmm, it’s nice feeling filled up.”
Putting my fingers around either side of the jewel, I slowly and methodically gave it a tug. The stainless steal plug, held tightly up Amy’s ass, caused her hole to dilate just slightly, the crinkled rim opening up to reveal the faintest vision of the metal inside of her.
“Caroline,” she said with a sultry groan. “Do it again.”
I followed her direction, grabbing the jewel, pulling at it, opening her ass up even further this time, watching the plug half slip out before I carefully and measuredly glided it back inside of her rear.
“God,” she exclaimed, shaking her head. Amy released her hold on her panties, causing the material to snap back and cover her ass once more. Flipping her skirt down, Amy came down from her knees and sat back on the couch and settled in. She took up her wine glass once more and took a sip.
“Wow,” she said, touching herself on the chest with one hand and then fanning herself off. “That felt insane.”
“Did you shave today?” I asked, rubbing my palm lovingly up and down Amy’s bare arm.
“Waxed,” she said.
“Your pussy looked really inviting,” I said. Amy and I kissed softly a few times, after which she took a big gulp of her wine. Her eyes pranced with excitement. “Makes me want to suck on it.”
“You know, Caroline,” Amy said with mock consideration. “You haven’t shown me your new bedroom.”
“I haven’t?” I said, mimicking her teasing tone.
“No, I don’t believe you have,” she said. “Maybe you could give me a tour?”
Standing up, a wine glass in one hand, I reached my other hand out to Amy to help her up. She grinned at me as her body rose from the couch, and hand in hand we trotted down the hallway and to the back of the apartment toward my bedroom.
“Hmm,” said Amy, walking into my bedroom and looking around. It was a small room and the wrought-iron queen-sized bed took up most of the space. Off to one side was a wall of closet space, the outer doors covered in mirrors floor to ceiling. The room was lit only by a small lamp at my bedside, though
the lights of the city could be seen out of the glass sliding door that led out to my small balcony.
“So?” I queried, standing in the doorway with a hand on my hip.
“I like it,” she said. “Cozy.” Amy sauntered over to the bedside table and set her wine glass down on it. She then crawled up into the bed, the extra tall frame making her stretch a bit as she climbed, and Amy sprawled out on the bed, lying in the middle, spreading her arms and legs wide.
“You don’t waste any time,” I said with a laugh, slinking toward the bed and setting my wine glass down next to hers.
“I’m horny,” she said, turning onto her side and looking at me with a fake pout painted on her face.
“So what do you want me to do about it?” I said grinning. Reaching over top the bed, I ran my hand gently over her bare thigh.
“Get up here,” she commanded. I complied, crawling up onto the bed next to her and perching on my knees. Teasingly, Amy lifted her skirt up to flash me her pink panties underneath, dropping the skirt back down just as quickly as she’d raised it.
“What you got under there?” I coyly asked. Amy flung her arms back out onto the bed, opening herself up, and I reached down and slowly lifted her skirt back up to get another peek.
The lacy panties barely covered her and her mound was clearly visible underneath. I could see the outline of her slit, the thin fabric form fitting to her pussy and revealing the slightest wetness seeping out from through the stretchy material.
Lowering my hand, I ran a finger upwards over her slit, Amy watching me and purring as I did this. I caressed her lips through her panties a few more times, riling her up and lighting a fire in her eyes.
Amy brought her hands down to her waist and took hold of her t-shirt, deftly pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the side. She smiled lasciviously as she flaunted her ample chest, covered in an ornate pink bra that matched her panties below. Positioning a hand on the outside of each breast, she pushed them together to accentuate her cleavage.
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