by Evan Harder
Sandy’s hand flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers into her snatch and finger-fucks herself with growing desperation, her fingers hammering in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon while she continues to slam down on Josh, filling her asshole up with his cock.
While Josh slaps away at her tits, both of their excitement rising with every smack, Sandy’s body tenses up and the corner of her mouth turns up in a silent scream and her fingers freeze deep inside her pussy.
A couple seconds later Sandy’s body releases, as does her locked-up throat. She shakes and shimmies atop Josh as her mouth utters a string of obscenities and her pussy unleashes a torrent of juices, squirting all over his stomach and chest.
Sandy quickly climbs off Josh. Still on her knees, she leans over and starts licking her juices off of Josh’s flesh, her eyes locked on his the entire time. Once she’s licked him clean of her pussy juices, she tilts her head back and swallows it all, then returns her gaze to his and smiles. An invitation if there ever was one.
Josh scrambles out from beneath Sandy and climbs to his feet. She stays on her knees in front of him, her head turned up towards him, her eyes begging for his cum, her mouth wide open, waiting for his cock.
Josh gives it to her, sliding it between Sandy’s lips and continuing to push forward until she’s taken the entire thing. Once his cock is affixed firmly in her throat, he puts his hands on the back of her head to keep her in place and starts pumping his hips forward and back, throat-fucking her while she gags and coughs behind his cock.
Looking down at Sandy, watching her body squirm beneath him while she pines for breath, Josh can feel an orgasm rushing forward. He throat-fucks her even more aggressively, forcing his cock as deep as it will go and making her struggle even more, which turns him on even further, until he can no longer take it.
Josh continues fucking Sandy’s throat even as he cums, sending his hot sperm rocketing out while his cock is still deep in her mouth, shooting it straight down her throat and directly into her stomach. He continues to pump her mouth in time with his spurts until he’s completely empty before finally allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth.
Sandy takes it like a champ, smiling up at him even as she gasps for breath. Her mascara is running down her cheek and her face is a wet, sloppy mess but other than that she’s no worse for wear. And the look on her face says that she’s thoroughly enjoyed herself tonight. Just as Josh has.
Josh helps Sandy to her feet and points her to the shower. Ten minutes later she’s on her way home and Josh is off to bed. He needs his rest. Tomorrow is another day, with plenty of more gorgeous women out there just waiting to get fucked.
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FILTHY LESBIAN NEIGHBORS
It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Ashley Thompson saw Brandi’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. Ashley was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from her living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of her and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by her feet. All around her were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.
Ashley lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as she watched Brandi’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. Brandi climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to Ashley’s patio.
Brandi was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. Ashley noticed right away that Brandi was walking with more urgency than usual, as though Brandi was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.
As Brandi got closer, Ashley could see that Brandi’s hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. Brandi was pissed off, all right. That was certain. Ashley found himself wondering what had happened but knew she wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since Ashley had moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into Brandi’s personal life as she passed by Ashley’s patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, Ashley didn’t know if Brandi even knew her name.
But, as it turned out, Brandi did know it. And not only that, but Brandi made the first move, even though Ashley didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in Ashley’s direction as Brandi approached the entrance to Ashley’s left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.
“You’re Ashley, right?”
Ashley nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.
“I’m Brandi.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Brandi’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that Ashley knew who she was.
“You got any more of those smokes?” Brandi asked.
“About half a pack,” Ashley replied.
“You mind if I join you for a couple?”
“Not at all,” Ashley said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through her system.
“Cool,” Brandi said, climbing through the bushes towards Ashley’s patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”
Brandi made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of Ashley’s little patio table. Ashley shook a cigarette out and handed it to Brandi. Ashley flicked her lighter open, lit Brandi’s cigarette and then Ashley’s own. Then Ashley grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered Brandi one.
“Thanks,” Brandi said.
“My pleasure,” Ashley replied.
Brandi took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. Brandi leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Ashley didn’t want to stare at Brandi but found it exceedingly difficult not to. Brandi was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way Brandi held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.
Ashley was getting excited just from looking at Brandi. Which was weird, because she normally wasn’t really all that into other girls. She liked dick too much. But she had made exceptions before and was sure she would again, especially if the opportunity arose with Brandi.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Ashley said, trying to steer her mind out of the gutter.
“I don’t,” Brandi said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”
“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”
“It certainly is.”
“Guy trouble?”
“Something like that.”
“You want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“Fair enough.”
Brandi took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”
“It’s just not my thing,” Ashley said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next gal, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” Brandi said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” Brandi finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”
Ashley nearly spit her beer all over the table.
“Oh, did that get your attention?” Brandi said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Maybe just a little,” Ashley said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.
Brandi’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”
“About what?” Ashley replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, she barely even knew Brandi.
“About coming back to my place,” Brandi said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”
Containing her excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Ashley said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”
“It does,” Brandi said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”
#
Five minutes later they were in Brandi’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.
“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jose Cuervo,” Brandi said, extending her hand towards the bottle.
Ashley nodded towards it. “Hello there, jose.”
“Have you two met before?”
“Once or twice,” Ashley said.
“Jose is one of my best friends,” Brandi said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into wine or mixed drinks, but not me. Nope, when I want to get good and trashed I prefer my good friend Jose Cuervo. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” Brandi held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jose?”
Ashley eyed Brandi wearily, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. And whether or not it was too late to get herself out of it. Or if she even wanted to. Ashley had been with a couple of women over the years, but they’d mostly been brief experiments, and always with good friends. Nothing like this had never happened to her before, not even close. And while she wasn’t opposed to it, Ashley certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.
But before Ashley could settle on a course of action, Brandi took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Ashley grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.
“Bottoms up,” Brandi said, effortlessly shooting the tequila.
Ashley did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.
Brandi laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure? It didn’t look like Jose treated you all that nicely.”
“I’ll be fine,” Ashley said. And to prove it, she grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.
“Not bad,” Brandi said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Brandi eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Ashley wasn’t sure if the butterflies in her stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.
Oh well, Ashley thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.
#
Six shots later and Ashley was starting to feel the effects of the tequila. Nothing too serious yet, but she knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes she would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.
Brandi was feeling it too. Ashley could see it in Brandi’s eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards Ashley and clamped them onto Ashley’s own. Brandi’s tongue darted into Ashley’s mouth and she replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.
Just go with the flow, Ashley told himself. And she did, following Brandi’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. Ashley was just starting to wonder if she should take the lead into the next phase when Brandi pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Cuervo, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
“So what do you say, Ashley? Do you think you can give me what I need?” Brandi asked in a drunken tilt, handing the bottle over to Ashley.
“That depends on what it is, I guess,” Ashley said.
“I need to get fucked.”
Ashley smiled took a drink. “I don’t think I can help you out with that.”
“Oh, I think you’re mistaken about that. I think you can help me. If you want to.”
“I seem to be missing one important piece of the puzzle,” Ashley said. “You know, like the most important piece of the puzzle if you want to fuck someone else.”
“What? You mean a cock?” Brandi asked, smiling.
“Uh, yeah,” Ashley said, smiling back despite herself.
“Oh, the cock is the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Brandi said. “I’ve got a strap-on with your name on it in my room right now if that’s the only thing holding you back.”
“Well, it’s not the only thing,” Ashley said.
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” Brandi asked. “Is that what your saying?”
But before Ashley could formulate an answer, Brandi spoke up again.
“Because I don’t believe you one bit,” Brandi added. “Not the way that this night has played out. No, I think . . . I know that you want to fuck me, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”
She was right, of course. Ashley wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or not, but she did want to fuck Brandi. Badly. And not only that, but she wanted to get fucked by Brandi too. Of that there was no doubt. So she said as much.
“Fine, you got me,” Ashley said. “I do want to fuck you. But not only that . . ” She trailed off before finishing, for some reason feeling embarrassed.
“But you want me to fuck you as well, don’t you?” Brandi said.
Ashley nodded sheepishly.
“Then it sounds like we have a deal,” Brandi said. “You strap-on one of my dildos and fuck me, and once that’s over, we’ll switch places and I’ll fuck you. What do you say?”
“Ah, fuck it,” Ashley said. “What the hell. Let’s do it.”
“Great!” Brandi said. “But just so you know, I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that. I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Getting it and giving it. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”
Ashley took another swig of the tequila, then said, “Positive.” And she almost believed it.
Smiling, Brandi said, “Great. Then hold on one second.” She grabbed the bottle out of Ashley’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and left the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a strap-on in her hand that was holding a monster, 9-inch cock.
“Holy shit that’s big,” Ashley said.
“Yeah, I’m in that kind of mood. You can pick a smaller one when it’s your turn if you want.”
Before Ashley could answer, Brandi dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen.
“Whoa,” Ashley said. “Wait a second—”
“It’s too late now,” Brandi said as she yanked Ashley’s jeans open and pulled them and Ashley’s panties off without any hint of gentleness. “Now step into the and strap it on,” she said. “I’m desperate to get fucked.”
Laughing softly, Ashley did as she was told. There was no use trying to fight back, Brandi was some kind of force of nature; there was no way to deny her, so the best course of action was to go with the flow. And besides, Ashley was pretty fucking excited at the prospect of the evening.
Ashley had just got the dildo strapped on tight when Brandi wrapped her lips around Ashley’s new cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, amazing Ashley with her aggression and dexterity.
Brandi held her position—deepthroating the dildo, hands gripping Ashley’s ass, nose touching Ashley’s stomach—for a full 5 seco
nds before backing off to catch her breath. One of Brandi’s hands went to the base of the dildo and grabbed on tight and started aggressively jerking Ashley off while Brandi’s other hand went between Ashley’s legs and thrust two fingers into Ashley’s pussy.
Looking up at Ashley, Brandi said “You like that? You like it when I bang your pussy while I jerk you off. Does that turn you on?”
Strangely, it did turn Ashley on. Much more than she would have imagined. So much so that she only nodded, afraid of what her voice would sound like if she tried to talk.
But Brandi was having none of that. Brandi knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.
“Say it,” Brandi said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love it,” Ashley said.
“Say it like you mean it,” Brandi snapped.
“I love it,” Ashley said, more forcefully this time.
“Damn right you do,” Brandi shot back, her hand still working Ashley’s dildo, treating as though it was a real cock. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you?” Brandi added. “You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” Ashley replied.
“Tell me what you want,” Brandi said.
Ashley was buzzing pretty hard from the Jose Cuervo but not quite hard enough to completely get over feeling self-conscious about the situation, so she reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though she knew it wouldn’t effect her immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes she’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of Brandi’s mouth gave her enough courage to say the words.
“I want you to deepthroat me,” Ashley said.
“Not very convincing,” Brandi said.
Ashley took another swig of tequila. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”
“Close,” Brandi said, the slightly psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corners of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”
