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I couldn’t get the image out of my head.
It’d been a week since I’d seen her. Since she’d kissed me. And I still couldn’t get that image out of my head. Us. Together.
I’d never been with a woman before. The whole idea seemed absurd. I was married. I was happy. My sex life was great. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.
I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me.
I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine.
It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called him.
“Hey Emma.” he picked up after the second ring.
I could hear bar noise in the background. He was obviously out having drinks with his work buddies.
“Hey,” I squeaked.
“What’s wrong?” He could instantly tell something was up. I wasn’t my usual bubbly self.
“Nothing.” I wondered how the hell I was going to ask my husband if he was okay with me fucking another girl!
“You sure?”
“Well… Ummm… I have something to ask you.”
“Okayyy…” He sounded worried.
“Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.”
“Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through the bar until the sound grew quieter and I knew he was outside.
And then I told him. I told him how two months ago I’d met a girl named Tori in my hot yoga class. He’d heard about her, but he’d never heard the whole story.
There was a problem with the computer sign-in system and, while we were both waiting to sign in, we got talking and we hit it off. After class we decided to shower and grab a coffee.
The more we talked, the more I realized that we were meant to be friends. Really close friends. We had so much in common. We just clicked.
We started hanging out a lot. Yoga, dinners, late night confessionals over wine. It was during one of those late night confessionals that it happened. We were snuggled under some blankets on her couch, enjoying some pinot grigio, when all of a sudden she leaned over and kissed me - her tongue pressing against mine, her lips devouring my mouth. At first I kissed her back, but then I pulled away quickly.
I was stunned. Instantly horny. Speechless.
I jumped up, stammered some sort of excuse as to why I had to go right that instant, grabbed my purse and bolted out the door.
That was the last time we saw or talked to each other.
“And now I just can’t get her out of my head - the image of us together. I want to be with her, Mitchell.”
I could hear my husband breath in sharply.
“Are you asking my permission?” he asked.
“I guess,” I said timidly.
He laughed.
“Em.” He always called me Em instead of my full name, Emma. “You do realize you’re asking me if you can fuck a girl?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I was worried. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Was he mad?
He laughed again.
“That is so fucking hot! You absolutely have my permission to fuck and be fucked by Tori. I’m rock hard just thinking about it.”
“So you’re not mad? You’re okay with it?”
“Absolutely! I’m not just okay with it, I want it to happen. The thought of you, and her… Fuck, Em! That’s so goddamn hot, I might blow a load just thinking about it!”
“Okay then. I’ll do it. I’ll call her.” I felt my stomach flutter with excitement.
“Ya, you do that, and then you tell me every single detail of what happens. I want to hear how dirty my wife can be.”
I laughed nervously. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna call her. And I guess we’ll just see. Okay. Well I’ll let you go. Have a good night, Hun.”
“You too. I bet you’ll have a great night. Have fun!”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
After I hung up with Mitchell, I stared at my phone for a good five minutes before I got over myself and called her.
“Em?” She sounded surprised.
“Hey, Mistress Tori.” My stomach was in my throat, suffocating me and making my voice sound like I’d been on a three-day bender.
“Emma, I’m so sorry. What happened the other night… I thought there was a moment. I didn’t mean to ruin anything. I love you – as a friend – and I’ve felt really shitty about the whole thing. I didn’t mean to ruin anything.”
“No, it’s okay, Mistress Tori. Really. It’s okay. I… Ummm… I’m actually calling about that. I’m calling to tell you that, well, I, I can’t get it out of my mind. You. Us. The thought of us being together. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I could hear her take a sharp breath in. “You mean you want to have sex?”
“Maybe. Yes.”
“Okay. Do you want to come over and we can talk and just see, I guess, what happens?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.”
“Great. Okay. See you then.”
Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed me.
Knocking on Mistress Tori door, I felt awkward. I’d never been a booty call kind of girl. Mitchell was my high school sweetheart – the first and only guy I’d ever been with. So this was a whole new experience for me.
Tori opened the door. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a clingy tank top and no bra. Her nipples poked through her shirt, teasing me.
“Hey, come in.” She stepped out of the way and let me in.
“I brought wine!” I laughed nervously, holding up the two bottles.
“Great, I’ll get some glasses.”
As Tori turned to walk toward the kitchen, I stared at her ass. She was fit, like me. And her nice, perfectly round ass looked super sexy in her tight little yoga pants.
She was gorgeous. That was one of the first things I noticed about her. She was carelessly gorgeous – like she just woke up looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. Blonde hair, stunning emerald eyes, a light dusting of freckles, and a tight little tan body.
I, on the other hand, looked completely different. Brown hair, full, pink lips, porcelain skin. Mitchell always joked that my big blue eyes made me look like a Cosplay girl. I had a fit body like Lara, but I was more full-figured than her. I had a tiny waist, but my ass was big for my frame and my breasts were a full C.
“Cheers!” Tori said as she clinked her glass with mine. “Wanna sit?”
We walked toward the couch – the couch where she had kissed me. Sitting down I bit my lower lip – a nervous habit.
“I’m married,” I blurted out, a lot louder than I meant to.
“I know.” Tori smiled.
“I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m not a lesbian. But, but you intrigue me.”
“I get it.” Tori was so blunt. That was one thing I appreciated about her – no bullshit. “You just want to have sex, right? No strings attached?”
“Right.”
I was worried she would be offended – that she’d fallen for me and I’d have to turn her down. I realized now how stupidly self-centered that really was for me to think that way. I never really thought about how it might just be about the sex for her, too.
“Look, Emma, I’m not a lesbian either. I don’t want a relationship with you. I just sometimes like to play with women. You’re gorgeous, and I would love to have sex with you. But I don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I felt relieved. No strings attached sex. I could do that. I wanted to do that. I still felt kind of guilty – like I was cheating on Mitchell. But I knew he was okay with it – more than okay with it. I wanted this. I wanted her. It was gonna happen.
“Okay.”
My eyes flitted down toward her breasts again - her hard nipples still poking through her tank top.
Tori smiled. Licking her lips, she leaned in toward me and kissed me softly. Pulling back, she grabbed my wine glass and set my and her glass down on the coffee table. She then gently cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward her. We started kissing. Hungry kisses. I moaned. It felt really, really good.
Pressing me back into the couch so I was laying down, Tori straddled me, her tongue fucking my mouth. I felt her hand slide down between my legs. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Knowing what was going to happen, I’d put on my sexiest pair of clean underwear. Purple lace. My favorite color.
“You’re wet!” Tori smiled proudly as she began to rub my clit over top of my underwear.
“Ya...” I felt my face flush.
“You okay?” she asked. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” I said more forcefully than I probably needed to. “I want to keep going.”
“Okay.”
And with that she grabbed my jeans and underwear and slid them down my legs. Then, grabbing the bottom of her tank top, Tori pulled it over her head and exposed her small, firm breasts. Taking her lead, I sat up and slid out of my t-shirt and bra as she pulled her yoga pants down and stepped out of them.
I was sitting on the couch. Naked. She was standing in front of me. Naked.
She got back on top of me so that she was straddling me as I stayed sitting. She started kissing me again and reached her hand down toward my vagina. I moaned as she began rubbing my clit. Small, circular motions. She kept kissing me and rubbing my clit for a minute or two before pulling away. Smiling, she leaned back in, this time kissing my neck.
Moving from my neck to my nipples to my stomach, I realized, Tori was slowly making her way down my body. I knew what was coming next, and it made me become even wetter.
Her mouth reached my vagina, and as she began to slowly lick and tease me, I arched my back and moaned, “Oh fuck…”
I could tell she knew what she was doing – expertly playing with my clit as she slid two fingers inside of me. I could hear how wet I was getting – the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of me, mixed with the sound of her tongue on my clit, turned me on even more.
“You’re gonna make me cum!” I whispered.
“Not yet.” She pulled away and smiled at me. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up from the couch, playfully slapping my ass as she lead me toward the bedroom. Halfway there she stopped, pressed me up against the wall and began kissing me again, my back against the wall, our breasts pressed together, her lips on mine. I reached my hand down and began rubbing her clit. She moaned. I liked making her moan.
Cupping her ass with both hands, I spun her around so her back was against the wall. Pressing my lips against hers, I grabbed her breast in one hand as I played with her clit with the other. Then, without warning, I quickly slid down her body, pulled her lips apart, and began licking her pussy. She tasted sweet and slightly salty. Listening to her moan made me lick her harder and faster.
“Holy fuck, Emma!”
I looked up at her and smiled. Wiping my mouth, I stood up and we both walked into her bedroom.
I laughed as I saw what was on the bed – enough sex toys to entertain us for hours (and that’s exactly what I wanted – hours of entertainment).
Grabbing a thick, long dildo and placing it in a harness, Tori looked at me and asked, “Have you ever been fucked by a strap-on?”
“No. But that sounds hot!”
I jumped on the bed like a giddy little schoolgirl – while still feeling slightly nervous and shy. Strapping the dildo on her hips, Tori climbed onto the bed too.
“Turn around,” she said, “I want to fuck you from behind.”
I did as I was told – turned around, propped myself up on my elbows, and stuck my ass in the air.
“Fuck, your ass is amazing, Emma!” Tori said as she slapped it pretty hard.
I squealed with delight.
She squeezed some lube into her hand and spread it over the dildo. It must have been at least eight inches, and it was thick – I could tell because Tori's fingertips barely touched her thumb as she spread the lube up and down the shaft.
Grabbing my hips, she slide the dildo inside me. It was thick. I could tell I must have been extremely horny, because normally my pussy is very tight and I need a lot of warming up, but the dildo was easily sliding in and out.
Tori pumped her hips faster and faster until she was fucking me really, really hard.
“Oh. My. God.”
It felt so good. I didn’t want her to stop. She slapped my ass again, and again, and again. Then, slowing her thrusts down a little, she licked her fingers, reached around and started playing with my clit again.
“Now I’m gonna make you cum,” she whispered in my ear.
“Holy fuck!” I screamed.
I could feel my muscles tighten up as she slammed into me, again and again. She knew exactly how to play with my clit – the perfect spot that made it impossible for me to not orgasm.
Grabbing a pillow, I bit into it and screamed as I began to cum. Hard. Tori didn’t stop fucking me. And while I made a feeble attempt to stop her, she reached around and started playing with my clit again.
A few short minutes later I was cumming again. Moaning, gasping, yelling her name.
I collapsed on the bed as Tori pulled out of me. Rolling onto my back, I saw my cum dripping off the dildo. Crawling over toward her on my hands and knees, I began licking my juices off the dildo.
“Better clean it off for your turn.”
I looked up at her and smiled. I had no idea what came over me. This wasn’t like me at all. But I liked it.
She laughed.
Undoing the harness, she passed it over to me and I strapped it on as she lay down on her back. Straddling her, we started kissing again as I slid the cock inside her.
She gasped and I felt her back arch.
Moving my hips forward and back, I began by fucking her slowly. Kissing her. Playing with her nipples. Then I started to pick up speed. Faster. Faster. Faster. We were both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I pressed my breasts against hers as I fucked her even harder.
Grabbing a vibrator, I pinned her hands behind her head with one hand as I pressed the vibrator against her clit.
“God, Emma. You’re gonna make me cum.”
I smiled. “Good!” I thought.
Fucking her, rubbing her clit with the vibrator, I watched the tension build, and build, and build until she climaxed.
“Fuuuuckkk…” She screamed loud enough that I’m sure her neighbors heard.
Pulling out of her, I rolled onto my back beside her. “That was amazing,” I said.
“Ya.” Tori panted.
Two hours later, after some more wine and some popcorn, Lara blurted out, “I want to eat you out,while you eat me out.”
“Like, sixty-nine?” I asked.
“Ya.” Lara’s eyes glowed like she’d just had the best idea ever.
It did sound pretty damn good.
Laying on my back, I let her get on top of me as we began to lick, suck and finger each other at the same time. Fingering. Licking. Sucking. We were both moaning and getting more and more wet. I thought after cumming twice there was no way I could cum again, but I was wrong. Tori climaxed first and then I followed shortly after.
We spent the rest of the night taking turns licking and fucking each other until we were both too tired to move.
I had never cum so much in my life.
We eventually fell asleep in a pile of covers.
I’m pretty sure I had a dream about Tori eating me out again. I just couldn’t get enough of it, apparently.
Walking to my car the next morning, I smiled. I knew Mitchell would be anxious to hear all about what happened last night, and I couldn’t wait to tell him.
It’d been a week since I’d seen her. Since she’d kissed me. And I still couldn’t get that image out of my head. Us. Together.
I’d never been with a woman before. The whole idea seemed absurd. I was married. I was happy. My sex life was great. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.
I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me.
I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine.
It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called him.
“Hey Emma.” he picked up after the second ring.
I could hear bar noise in the background. He was obviously out having drinks with his work buddies.
“Hey,” I squeaked.
“What’s wrong?” He could instantly tell something was up. I wasn’t my usual bubbly self.
“Nothing.” I wondered how the hell I was going to ask my husband if he was okay with me fucking another girl!
“You sure?”
“Well… Ummm… I have something to ask you.”
“Okayyy…” He sounded worried.
“Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.”
“Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through the bar until the sound grew quieter and I knew he was outside.
And then I told him. I told him how two months ago I’d met a girl named Tori in my hot yoga class. He’d heard about her, but he’d never heard the whole story.
There was a problem with the computer sign-in system and, while we were both waiting to sign in, we got talking and we hit it off. After class we decided to shower and grab a coffee.
The more we talked, the more I realized that we were meant to be friends. Really close friends. We had so much in common. We just clicked.
We started hanging out a lot. Yoga, dinners, late night confessionals over wine. It was during one of those late night confessionals that it happened. We were snuggled under some blankets on her couch, enjoying some pinot grigio, when all of a sudden she leaned over and kissed me - her tongue pressing against mine, her lips devouring my mouth. At first I kissed her back, but then I pulled away quickly.
I was stunned. Instantly horny. Speechless.
I jumped up, stammered some sort of excuse as to why I had to go right that instant, grabbed my purse and bolted out the door.
That was the last time we saw or talked to each other.
“And now I just can’t get her out of my head - the image of us together. I want to be with her, Mitchell.”
I could hear my husband breath in sharply.
“Are you asking my permission?” he asked.
“I guess,” I said timidly.
He laughed.
“Em.” He always called me Em instead of my full name, Emma. “You do realize you’re asking me if you can fuck a girl?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I was worried. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Was he mad?
He laughed again.
“That is so fucking hot! You absolutely have my permission to fuck and be fucked by Tori. I’m rock hard just thinking about it.”
“So you’re not mad? You’re okay with it?”
“Absolutely! I’m not just okay with it, I want it to happen. The thought of you, and her… Fuck, Em! That’s so goddamn hot, I might blow a load just thinking about it!”
“Okay then. I’ll do it. I’ll call her.” I felt my stomach flutter with excitement.
“Ya, you do that, and then you tell me every single detail of what happens. I want to hear how dirty my wife can be.”
I laughed nervously. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna call her. And I guess we’ll just see. Okay. Well I’ll let you go. Have a good night, Hun.”
“You too. I bet you’ll have a great night. Have fun!”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
After I hung up with Mitchell, I stared at my phone for a good five minutes before I got over myself and called her.
“Em?” She sounded surprised.
“Hey, Mistress Tori.” My stomach was in my throat, suffocating me and making my voice sound like I’d been on a three-day bender.
“Emma, I’m so sorry. What happened the other night… I thought there was a moment. I didn’t mean to ruin anything. I love you – as a friend – and I’ve felt really shitty about the whole thing. I didn’t mean to ruin anything.”
“No, it’s okay, Mistress Tori. Really. It’s okay. I… Ummm… I’m actually calling about that. I’m calling to tell you that, well, I, I can’t get it out of my mind. You. Us. The thought of us being together. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I could hear her take a sharp breath in. “You mean you want to have sex?”
“Maybe. Yes.”
“Okay. Do you want to come over and we can talk and just see, I guess, what happens?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.”
“Great. Okay. See you then.”
Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed me.
Knocking on Mistress Tori door, I felt awkward. I’d never been a booty call kind of girl. Mitchell was my high school sweetheart – the first and only guy I’d ever been with. So this was a whole new experience for me.
Tori opened the door. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a clingy tank top and no bra. Her nipples poked through her shirt, teasing me.
“Hey, come in.” She stepped out of the way and let me in.
“I brought wine!” I laughed nervously, holding up the two bottles.
“Great, I’ll get some glasses.”
As Tori turned to walk toward the kitchen, I stared at her ass. She was fit, like me. And her nice, perfectly round ass looked super sexy in her tight little yoga pants.
She was gorgeous. That was one of the first things I noticed about her. She was carelessly gorgeous – like she just woke up looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. Blonde hair, stunning emerald eyes, a light dusting of freckles, and a tight little tan body.
I, on the other hand, looked completely different. Brown hair, full, pink lips, porcelain skin. Mitchell always joked that my big blue eyes made me look like a Cosplay girl. I had a fit body like Lara, but I was more full-figured than her. I had a tiny waist, but my ass was big for my frame and my breasts were a full C.
“Cheers!” Tori said as she clinked her glass with mine. “Wanna sit?”
We walked toward the couch – the couch where she had kissed me. Sitting down I bit my lower lip – a nervous habit.
“I’m married,” I blurted out, a lot louder than I meant to.
“I know.” Tori smiled.
“I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m not a lesbian. But, but you intrigue me.”
“I get it.” Tori was so blunt. That was one thing I appreciated about her – no bullshit. “You just want to have sex, right? No strings attached?”
“Right.”
I was worried she would be offended – that she’d fallen for me and I’d have to turn her down. I realized now how stupidly self-centered that really was for me to think that way. I never really thought about how it might just be about the sex for her, too.
“Look, Emma, I’m not a lesbian either. I don’t want a relationship with you. I just sometimes like to play with women. You’re gorgeous, and I would love to have sex with you. But I don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I felt relieved. No strings attached sex. I could do that. I wanted to do that. I still felt kind of guilty – like I was cheating on Mitchell. But I knew he was okay with it – more than okay with it. I wanted this. I wanted her. It was gonna happen.
“Okay.”
My eyes flitted down toward her breasts again - her hard nipples still poking through her tank top.
Tori smiled. Licking her lips, she leaned in toward me and kissed me softly. Pulling back, she grabbed my wine glass and set my and her glass down on the coffee table. She then gently cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward her. We started kissing. Hungry kisses. I moaned. It felt really, really good.
Pressing me back into the couch so I was laying down, Tori straddled me, her tongue fucking my mouth. I felt her hand slide down between my legs. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Knowing what was going to happen, I’d put on my sexiest pair of clean underwear. Purple lace. My favorite color.
“You’re wet!” Tori smiled proudly as she began to rub my clit over top of my underwear.
“Ya...” I felt my face flush.
“You okay?” she asked. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” I said more forcefully than I probably needed to. “I want to keep going.”
“Okay.”
And with that she grabbed my jeans and underwear and slid them down my legs. Then, grabbing the bottom of her tank top, Tori pulled it over her head and exposed her small, firm breasts. Taking her lead, I sat up and slid out of my t-shirt and bra as she pulled her yoga pants down and stepped out of them.
I was sitting on the couch. Naked. She was standing in front of me. Naked.
She got back on top of me so that she was straddling me as I stayed sitting. She started kissing me again and reached her hand down toward my vagina. I moaned as she began rubbing my clit. Small, circular motions. She kept kissing me and rubbing my clit for a minute or two before pulling away. Smiling, she leaned back in, this time kissing my neck.
Moving from my neck to my nipples to my stomach, I realized, Tori was slowly making her way down my body. I knew what was coming next, and it made me become even wetter.
Her mouth reached my vagina, and as she began to slowly lick and tease me, I arched my back and moaned, “Oh fuck…”
I could tell she knew what she was doing – expertly playing with my clit as she slid two fingers inside of me. I could hear how wet I was getting – the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of me, mixed with the sound of her tongue on my clit, turned me on even more.
“You’re gonna make me cum!” I whispered.
“Not yet.” She pulled away and smiled at me. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up from the couch, playfully slapping my ass as she lead me toward the bedroom. Halfway there she stopped, pressed me up against the wall and began kissing me again, my back against the wall, our breasts pressed together, her lips on mine. I reached my hand down and began rubbing her clit. She moaned. I liked making her moan.
Cupping her ass with both hands, I spun her around so her back was against the wall. Pressing my lips against hers, I grabbed her breast in one hand as I played with her clit with the other. Then, without warning, I quickly slid down her body, pulled her lips apart, and began licking her pussy. She tasted sweet and slightly salty. Listening to her moan made me lick her harder and faster.
“Holy fuck, Emma!”
I looked up at her and smiled. Wiping my mouth, I stood up and we both walked into her bedroom.
I laughed as I saw what was on the bed – enough sex toys to entertain us for hours (and that’s exactly what I wanted – hours of entertainment).
Grabbing a thick, long dildo and placing it in a harness, Tori looked at me and asked, “Have you ever been fucked by a strap-on?”
“No. But that sounds hot!”
I jumped on the bed like a giddy little schoolgirl – while still feeling slightly nervous and shy. Strapping the dildo on her hips, Tori climbed onto the bed too.
“Turn around,” she said, “I want to fuck you from behind.”
I did as I was told – turned around, propped myself up on my elbows, and stuck my ass in the air.
“Fuck, your ass is amazing, Emma!” Tori said as she slapped it pretty hard.
I squealed with delight.
She squeezed some lube into her hand and spread it over the dildo. It must have been at least eight inches, and it was thick – I could tell because Tori's fingertips barely touched her thumb as she spread the lube up and down the shaft.
Grabbing my hips, she slide the dildo inside me. It was thick. I could tell I must have been extremely horny, because normally my pussy is very tight and I need a lot of warming up, but the dildo was easily sliding in and out.
Tori pumped her hips faster and faster until she was fucking me really, really hard.
“Oh. My. God.”
It felt so good. I didn’t want her to stop. She slapped my ass again, and again, and again. Then, slowing her thrusts down a little, she licked her fingers, reached around and started playing with my clit again.
“Now I’m gonna make you cum,” she whispered in my ear.
“Holy fuck!” I screamed.
I could feel my muscles tighten up as she slammed into me, again and again. She knew exactly how to play with my clit – the perfect spot that made it impossible for me to not orgasm.
Grabbing a pillow, I bit into it and screamed as I began to cum. Hard. Tori didn’t stop fucking me. And while I made a feeble attempt to stop her, she reached around and started playing with my clit again.
A few short minutes later I was cumming again. Moaning, gasping, yelling her name.
I collapsed on the bed as Tori pulled out of me. Rolling onto my back, I saw my cum dripping off the dildo. Crawling over toward her on my hands and knees, I began licking my juices off the dildo.
“Better clean it off for your turn.”
I looked up at her and smiled. I had no idea what came over me. This wasn’t like me at all. But I liked it.
She laughed.
Undoing the harness, she passed it over to me and I strapped it on as she lay down on her back. Straddling her, we started kissing again as I slid the cock inside her.
She gasped and I felt her back arch.
Moving my hips forward and back, I began by fucking her slowly. Kissing her. Playing with her nipples. Then I started to pick up speed. Faster. Faster. Faster. We were both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I pressed my breasts against hers as I fucked her even harder.
Grabbing a vibrator, I pinned her hands behind her head with one hand as I pressed the vibrator against her clit.
“God, Emma. You’re gonna make me cum.”
I smiled. “Good!” I thought.
Fucking her, rubbing her clit with the vibrator, I watched the tension build, and build, and build until she climaxed.
“Fuuuuckkk…” She screamed loud enough that I’m sure her neighbors heard.
Pulling out of her, I rolled onto my back beside her. “That was amazing,” I said.
“Ya.” Tori panted.
Two hours later, after some more wine and some popcorn, Lara blurted out, “I want to eat you out,while you eat me out.”
“Like, sixty-nine?” I asked.
“Ya.” Lara’s eyes glowed like she’d just had the best idea ever.
It did sound pretty damn good.
Laying on my back, I let her get on top of me as we began to lick, suck and finger each other at the same time. Fingering. Licking. Sucking. We were both moaning and getting more and more wet. I thought after cumming twice there was no way I could cum again, but I was wrong. Tori climaxed first and then I followed shortly after.
We spent the rest of the night taking turns licking and fucking each other until we were both too tired to move.
I had never cum so much in my life.
We eventually fell asleep in a pile of covers.
I’m pretty sure I had a dream about Tori eating me out again. I just couldn’t get enough of it, apparently.
Walking to my car the next morning, I smiled. I knew Mitchell would be anxious to hear all about what happened last night, and I couldn’t wait to tell him.
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