I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked just like my dad. About the same age. Short dark hair and a handsome face. What looked like a fine sculptured torso beneath his shirt. He glanced my way and I was caught staring again. He smiled. I turned away quickly, blushing slightly.
“Who are you looking at?” Gina said. She looked over to where I was staring. She knew straight away. “Oh no! For fucks sake Hannah.”
“What do you mean?” I asked innocently. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair, letting the ponytail drop behind my slender neck and bare shoulders. The simple red dress I was wearing was strapless and square across my chest. I noticed Gina’s eyes run over my neckline and collar bone. I felt my skin flush.
We were best friends. I had known her since secondary school and we knew everything about each other. Every detail, down to our filthiest little secrets. She was also hot as fuck. Slightly taller than me, curvier, and long shining dark black hair. Currently with blue tips. Today she just had on tight black trousers and a simple black vest top, but she still looked incredible.
“He’s with his family,” she said, dragging her eyes up to meet mine. I smiled.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I said. My eyes flicked back his way. Shit was my interest peaking. I couldn’t see a ring on his hand, and I had been watching him. My instincts told me that it wasn’t his wife and kids.
“Whatever,” Gina said.
I watched him get up and go to the toilet. This place wasn’t the best to try and strike up a conversation, so this might be my only chance. As he passed he smiled at me. I nearly moaned. God I was horny. I had been way too busy recently with uni, and it had been a little while, I needed some release from all the stress.
If I timed it right, I thought. Maybe just check him out, maybe get a number. I gave him a minute and stood.
“Just going for a wee,” I said to Gina. She nodded and picked up her drink.
I headed to the toilets, slowing as I neared the disabled toilet. The man appeared out of the men’s. He saw me and walked towards me. I ran my eyes over his body, he looked like he took care of himself. Just like my dad, I thought. I wanted his cock. A switch flicked inside me, one that sometimes didn’t end well.
As he reached me I took his arm and pulled him into the vacated disabled toilet. I closed the door quickly behind us, spun us, and pushed him against the door. He towered over me, I was only 5’3″ so it wasn’t difficult.
“Hi I’m….” he started. His eyes looked down and checked me out. I smiled as he appeared to like what he saw.
“Shut up,” I said. “Is that your partner?”
“No, it’s my sister,” he said, an eyebrow raising. “And my nephews.” I ran my hand over his crotch, feeling the length of him underneath.
“Good,” I replied. I started undoing his trousers and crouched down. My skirt sliding up my thighs and tightening over my pert bum.
I reached in and pulled his semi hard cock out. He moaned softly. It was average size, a good looking cock to be fair. He hardened fully in no time, helped by my hand wrapped around him.
I stroked him for a second before wrapping my lips around it. Taking his cock in, deep down my throat. He groaned.
I imagined it was my dad as I started giving him one of my best blowjobs. My mouth and tongue working on his head and shaft, my hand at the base, squeezing and stroking.
It didn’t take long before he erupted down my throat. I swallowed all of him down hungrily. Every last drop. I loved the feeling of cum as it slid down my throat.
When I had milked him dry, I stood. I gave him a peck on the cheek, reached around him to open the door and he moved out the way. I left without a word. I imagine, leaving him standing there with his softening cock dangling.
I headed to the women’s for a piss. As I sat down I examined how wet I was. I was so aroused I was practically dripping. I wanted to touch myself but resisted. The taste of cum was still fresh in my mouth.
Gina was annoyed with me when I got back, she could see on my face I had been up to something. To be honest I was annoyed with myself too. I just couldn’t help it though.
She knew me better than anyone else, but she still struggled sometimes with my actions. It was almost like I was a Jekyll and Hyde character. Usually the bright, dependable, and caring friend, but when horny, I was stupid and reckless.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t help it.” I dropped my gaze shamefully to her cleavage. Her stunning breasticles squeezed together like two mounds of bouncy goodness. Her tight black v neck crop top suited her curvy body perfectly. It was just a shame I couldn’t admire all of her. The black jeans she had on were tight as fuck on her firm round ass and long slender legs.
“Say that to his wife,” she said. “What did you do anyway? You were pretty quick.” I didn’t bother to correct her, I would later.
“I only sucked him off,” I said.
“Jesus Hannah. Is that all!” she said, laughing. “And do you feel better now?”
“A bit,” I replied, honestly. “I can still taste him.”
Gina burst out laughing again. “For fucks sake Han,” she said. I smiled at her. She couldn’t stay mad at me for long. She looked over at the man I had just blown. He was carrying on with his meal like nothing had happened.
“Not bad I suppose,” Gina said. “Bit old.”
“Just the way I like them,” I said.
“I thought after your epic girl on girl sesh with that blonde stripper you were joining the cool gang?” Gina said
“That was fun. Very fun,” I replied, smiling as I remembered. “But you know me, I like to keep my options open.”
“Options, or legs!” Gina said, laughing.
I laughed. “Both preferably,” I said.
We carried on with our meal, chatting and laughing. It was always good to be out with Gina. It was never boring. The wine flowed and we were both feeling a bit drunk in no time. Me and alcohol were another bad combination, my mouth tended to get away from me. I glazed over at one point, staring at my food.
“Helloooooo!” Gina said, snapping me out of my trance. She was waving a hand in front of my face. “Han! Are you in there?”
She had been talking but I had started thinking about something else.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I was lost in thought.”
“What’s more interesting than what we’re up to after our meal,” Gina said. “It’s Saturday night and we just got paid.”
“Yeah I know,” I said. Gina stared at me for a bit. She knew me better than anyone. I watched her run her hands through her long dark hair, the blue highlights shimmering in the restaurant lights.
“Is anal sex worth it?” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. Mouth before brain was a common problem of mine, but I also knew I could talk to Gina about anything.
“Where did that come from?” Gina said, laughing.
“Oh I was just wondering,” I said. “I’ve never done it before. I nearly have but bottled it at the last minute. I don’t like pain.” Also, I loved regular sex, I didn’t need to push it to anal. I always thought it was something I could save to spice things up later. My mind obviously thought now was the time.
“You must have tried it yourself though?” Gina asked. “With your toys.”
“Yeah of course,” I said. “And it feels okay, a bit weird, but I imagine if it’s someone else in there it would feel pretty hot.”
“It does make it hotter,” Gina agreed. “I’ve never had a man do it though, obviously. A few girlfriends with the right tools.”
“A few!” I said. I started imagining Gina on all fours, another woman fucking her in the bum hole. I quickly shook my head.
“Hey, don’t judge,” Gina said. “You just blew a man in the disabled toilet.”
I laughed. “Fuck off,” I said.
“Hey. I’ve got a strap on if you ever want me to show you,” Gina said, she winked.
I laughed again, and then saw her face. “You’re serious?” I said. Shit, that would be hot. I quickly shook my head to banish the thought.
“Maybe,” she replied.
“You don’t want me babe,” I said. “I’m not girlfriend material.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to be your girlfriend,” she said. “I’m not that fucking mad. For experimental reasons of course. If I got to fuck that tight ass of yours in the name of science, I’m down.”
I laughed, and snorted. Everyone looked my way, I blushed whilst still laughing.
“I don’t know whether to be proud, insulted, or turned on,” I said, when I had stopped.
“All I hope,” Gina said. “Well the offers there if you want it.” She winked at me again.
“Is there something wrong with your eye?” I joked. I never heard her reply. I assumed she was joking about the strap on, she was trying to wind me up. It was working in my current state.
I looked over at the man I had sucked off as he kissed his sister on the cheek and hugged the kids goodbye. They left. He looked my way and then started walking over.
“Shit,” I said to Gina, my hand going over my mouth to stop him seeing what I was saying. “He’s fucking coming this way.”
Gina turned and saw him approach.
“Hi,” he said, as he got closer. “I’m Darren.”
“Hey,” I replied. “I’m Hannah, this is my friend Gina.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said to Gina. He then turned back to me. “I’m in town on business for a few days, call me if you want. I could do with some company.” He gave me his business card.
“What about your wife?” Gina said. Not one to hold back. She nodded towards the door where the woman he was with had just left.
Darren laughed. “That was my sister,” he said. “I was just meeting her for dinner and a catch up. But you knew that right?” He looked at me like I should have told her.
I laughed nervously. “I was going to tell her,” I said. Gina gave me an evil look.
“Anyway. I’ll leave you both to it,” he said. “Call me. If you want. Bye Hannah. Bye Gina.”
“Bye,” Gina said. A fake smile plastered on her face.
“Bye,” I said. I watched his tight ass walk off. “He’s not that bad.” I looked back at Gina.
“For an oldie,” she said.
“Might have to be my anal experiment,” I said. It was my turn to wink. Gina groaned.
……………….
It was Monday night when I met up with Darren. He had been texting me and wanted to treat me to dinner. He was only around till Tuesday, so sounded like an ideal opportunity for a hook up. We went to the same restaurant. We both knew it was good, and it was near his hotel. Not that I had made up my mind to go back with him, but the anal thing had grown and festered in my filthy ass mind.
I had opted for a little white dress with intricate red flowers on it. Tight to my slender body. It had thin straps with a low neckline, my small breasts squeezed together for a slight cleavage. Nothing like Gina’s cleavage, but It was the best I was going to get. The dress was short. My slender legs on display below my pert bottom. A pair of red heels completed my look.
I wore my hair down, already fiddling with it way too much as we talked. We had finished our starters and were now waiting for mains.
He looked great, but I was already starting to see that he wasn’t my type in the personality department. I thought I could probably ignore that, I wasn’t really here for a future husband.
He had just told me his job title and I stared at him blankly. No fucking clue what it meant. He didn’t notice.
“What about you then?” he asked. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m studying for a degree in social sciences,” I said. He looked at me inquiringly. “Includes various aspects of psychology.”
“Really!” he said, way too surprised. I tilted my head, he saw my confused look. “I wasn’t expecting that.” I almost choked on my wine.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, keeping my cool, already guessing what was coming. This probably wasn’t going to be the night I had planned. There had been a few warning signs already. I hoped I was wrong.
“I thought all youngsters were too into Instagram and Snapchat these days,” he said. “Too busy posing for a proper education.” He smirked like he was funny, but I just stared at him. My eyes narrowing. He recognised my annoyance.
“Sorry, but I just imagined a young woman like yourself as not so…….” he stopped. I guess he realised he was digging himself a big hole.
“A young woman like yourself,” I said. “What. A girl who gives random blowjobs, she can’t possibly have some brains.”
“Sorry. I was just surprised, that’s all,” he said.
“Wow shit, you’re a real charmer,” I said.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he said. “It’s just the first time I met you…..”
“I gave you a blowjob,” I finished the sentence for him. “Yeah my bad. No wonder you think I’m a dumb slut. I didn’t hear you complaining about it though.” Why is it he got to feel good about a young woman giving him a spontaneous blowjob and I get to feel dirty.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He looked like he meant it. I chastised myself for getting too wound up too quickly, I’d try to put it down to misunderstanding.
“Sorry,” I said too. “I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat.”
We tried to move on. He explained what he did, which, to be honest, I still didn’t really understand when he had finished. Business, money, blah blah blah. He made it quite clear how great he was at it. If I wanted a sugar daddy, he was definitely an ideal candidate, but that wasn’t my thing. The conversation got back to me and what I liked to do.
“I play football, for a local women’s team,” I said. I watched him pull a slight face. I ignored it. “We’re doing well this season.”
“Where do you play?” he asked.
“Central midfield,” I said. He laughed. “What’s funny?” A confused smile crossed my face, not getting it.
“Aren’t midfielders supposed to be a bit, well, a bit butcher?” he said.
“Probably,” I said. “But I make up for it in speed and determination. My team mates compare me to an angry ferret. I can handle myself.”
“I can imagine,” he said. He winked. I smiled. I knew usually this would be a perfect flirt opportunity, but I wasn’t feeling it. It was a shame. I definitely found him attractive, but he wasn’t turning me on anymore. He probably felt the same way. “Do you support a team?”
“I support Arsenal, because that’s who my dad supported, and that’s who I grew up watching,” I said. “I follow the women’s team a bit more these days though, I can actually get tickets for their games.”
“I’ve tried watching the women’s game, but it’s not quite the same,” he said.
I smiled and gritted my teeth. Every time I had this conversation with a man it started the same way.
“Oh, they’re just not as good,” he added. “Never quite be the same quality as the men.”
“Mmm,” I said into my drink. Taking a big swig.
“Well,” he said. “Women just aren’t as good at football.” I watched him, seeing if he was purposefully winding me up. His face said not.
“Holy shit. You’re serious,” I said. He was entitled to his own option of course, but I had literally just told him I played football.
“Well it’s true,” he said. “You can’t deny that the men’s game is superior.” I choked on my food.
I stopped and took a deep breath. Now don’t get me wrong, I have been watching football since I was a little girl, and I played it regularly. I knew that women’s football wasn’t the same as the men’s game. It hadn’t been around as long for a start, and girls had only just started playing in most schools in the last ten years, or so. It was a different type of football though, and just as good for other reasons. That didn’t mean that women couldn’t be as good as men if they had the same opportunities. It was an argument I had gone through a million times. Today I couldn’t be fucked though, it wasn’t worth it.
“I need the toilet,” I said. I stood up and walked off, not waiting for a reply. When I got to the toilets I phoned Gina. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey,” she said.”How’s the date?”
“Bad,” I said. “You need to phone me in half an hour and get me out of here.”
“Why half an hour,” she asked. “Why not now.”
“I’m hungry,” I said. She laughed. “My main will be here in a bit. Say there’s an emergency.”
“It’s a bit of an obvious one,” she said.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said. “I need to get out.”
“Okay,” Gina replied. “What about the anal sex? Are you telling me, you can’t overlook his faults for a bit of back door action.”
“The bum sex will have to wait for another day,” I said. “I’m not that desperate.” I heard a cough come from a cubicle. I hadn’t checked if the toilets were empty. I stifled a laugh. “Just phone. Make it twenty minutes, and then I’ll get a taxi.”
A middle aged woman came out of the cubicle, she smiled at me.
“It’s good to have standards,” she said. I laughed.
“I know right!” I replied, slipping into a cubicle. I sat down and dropped my best knickers and sat down, releasing a much needed wee. I was a bit annoyed, not because of missing out on my bum sex, as Gina called it, but the evening was going to cost me more money than I had planned. There was no way if I was running off I would let him pay for it all.
I went back to the table, his eyes sliding over my body. He did really look like my dad. As much as he pissed me off I wondered if I could ignore the negatives for some much needed excitement. I was sure the sex would be hot. The feeling didn’t stick long though. It wasn’t going to work.
“Sorry if I’ve said the wrong things,” he said, as I sat.
“That’s okay,” I said. “You’ve only assumed I’m stupid, called me weak, and belittled the thing that I love. Apart from that I’m having a great night.”
I saw annoyance flash across his face, but he bit his tongue. I wondered if he still thought he had a chance.
Luckily the food came. I was starving. I ate quickly as we made awkward small talk. I stopped myself on numerous occasions from glancing at the time on my phone. Relief washed through me as my phone rang, it was Gina.
“Sorry. I have to get this,” I said. “My friends not well.”
I felt bad as I used my extensive acting skills, I had none, to listen to Gina’s made up illness. I was soon making my excuses that I had to go. I left roughly my half of the bill and quickly hurried off. Like I said, I felt bad, I had led him on and was now running off.
I left the restaurant and phoned Gina. “Thanks babe,” I said. “You’re a lifesaver. What are you up to?” It was still quite early and I didn’t fancy being home alone yet.
“Fuck all,” she said. “Just watching a film. It’s awful. Are you coming over?” She knew me too well.
“If that’s okay?” I asked. “I’ll bring food.”
“You fucking better,” she said. Hanging up. I laughed.
I got a taxi and got him to go through the McDonald’s drive through. I decided to drown my sorrows in chicken nuggets and McFlurries. Hey, I’m a classy girl. I even treated the driver to a cheeseburger. I was soon at Gina’s and letting myself in with the spare key she gave me. I found her stretched out on the sofa. As usual, looking effortlessly hot as fuck.
She had on a small pair of sporty black shorts, and a baggy white crop top, with a black sports bra underneath. Her flat stomach looked incredible.
“Why are you so sporty,” I asked.
“Well. I was going to do a little work out earlier,” she said, “but I sat down for a sec and never got up again.”
“My kind of work out,” I said, laughing. The laughter didn’t last long though. I headed straight to her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red and two glasses.
I went back into the living room. Gina lifted her legs and sat up slightly as I slumped down on the sofa next to her, handing over the bag of food. She put her calves over my legs. The touch of her bare skin on mine made me tremble lightly. I glanced at her toned stomach as she rummaged through the bag.
“You should have shit dates more often,” she said. “Especially if you bring me chicken nuggets. You better have dip.”
“Of course your majesty,” I said. I watched her intently as she got everything out. God I was horny. I had worked myself up earlier, thinking I was getting some hot dirty sex tonight. Now I was eating McNuggets and feeling sorry for myself. I downed a glass of wine. Even now whilst I was feeling sorry for myself I wanted to run my hands over my best friend’s legs. What was wrong with me?
“You okay?” Gina asked, concerned. A mouth full of chips. It made me smile.
“Yeah fine,” I said. “I’m just annoyed with myself for behaving the way I did the other night. I really wish I wasn’t such a slut sometimes.”
“Don’t say that,” Gina said. “Don’t ever feel ashamed of who you are. You do what ever the fuck you want.”
“I can’t help it sometimes,” I said, sadly. “Life would be easier if I didn’t want to fuck everything that moved.”
“Boring though,” Gina said. “Look Han. You can’t beat yourself up all the time. You’re young and horny. You’re not the only one.”
“But the majority of people can keep their pants on,” I said.
“It’s funny how you’re studying for a degree in psychology but you can’t work yourself out,” Gina said.
“Pretty fucked up aren’t I,” I replied. “I can suss others out, but I’m a mess.”
“Just stop being so hard on yourself,” Gina said. “You’ve got a high sex drive, that’s all. A lot of us have. Granted yours is a little bit more excessive, but that’s okay too. Just be you.”
“Wow. Gina,” I said. “That was going well till the cheesy last line. I think I just vomited a bit in my mouth.”
“Fuck you,” she said, laughing.
“You wish,” I said. I popped a chicken nugget in my mouth, grinning. “I guess I have to be more happy in myself. It’s just hard sometimes. Thank you though. You’re a good friend.”
“My pleasure,” Gina replied. “I’m only your friend because I like to hear about the car wrecks you get yourself into.” I stuck my finger up at her.
We sat chatting some more. Eating, drinking wine, and getting more stupid and giddy. Gina dragged the conversation down to the gutter.
“So what about your bum sex then?” she said. “Guess we’ll have to find you someone else. Or my offers still there?” She winked at me, smiling. Her eyes went down my body and over my legs, a drunk pinkness to her cheeks made her look irresistible. I felt myself flush. Was she serious, I thought.
“Well when I’m desperate for it I know where to come,” I said. Gina gave me a sad face.
“Well the offer might not be there then,” she said, sulkily. “At least I’ll be gentle with you.” She smiled again at me, trying to make it sound like a joke, but there was a tone there that had me wondering. I wondered if I should start pulling on the thread, see what unfurled.
“Let’s see this infamous toy then,” I said, the wine had started working its effect on me.
“Okay then,” Gina said. I had never seen her move so fast.
“JUST TO LOOK AT IT!” I shouted after her. I laughed. Both nervous and excited.
She took ages and I wondered where she had got to. She finally came back and I gasped. She was wearing it. And it looked big on her.
“No way I’m having that up my bum,” I said. She laughed.
“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “I bet you’ve tried bigger.” I hadn’t, but it was close. Fuck, she looked hot. Her loose crop top and shorts, her big fake penis. I could feel myself wanting it. I’m sure she was looking at me the same way. My mind looked for an opening.
“Come closer,” I said. “Let’s look at it. Is it comfortable?” Gina came over, the cock wobbling comically back and forth. “Don’t poke my eye out.” Gina laughed, slightly nervously. I touched it as she arrived in front of me, pretend stroking it.
“That looks hot,” Gina said, her voice cracking. Her fingers ran over my temple and fingered my hair behind my ear. The heat between my thighs grew rapidly, my arousal intensifying.
I traced my finger lightly over the strap, my skin touching her hips and thighs. I felt her shiver. I traced the strap that went around her inner thigh, she moaned softly. I teased close to her and pulled away, knowing the effect it would have if done to me.
I looked up at Gina and our eyes met, burning hard into mine, full of the same lust that I could feel pouring out of me.
I smiled at her and kept my eyes on hers as I took the fake penis in my mouth, running my fingers down the shaft till I felt the fabric of Gina’s shorts. Making her groan loudly.
“That looks hot,” she said, another moan escaped her as I touched her inner thigh, letting my thumb brush against the thin fabric of her shorts. I forced the cock down my throat. I couldn’t take it all in, but I gave it a good go. I gagged slightly before coming back up, spit strung out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” Gina said. She took my hair and held it in a ponytail to get a better view as I sucked off the pretend cock. I pressed my fingers between her legs, pushing her shorts between her pussy lips. I wanted to touch myself but resisted, I knew it would come and it would be even sweeter when it wasn’t me doing it.
I slid the crotch of Gina’s shorts and pants to the side, now desperate to feel her naked flesh with my fingers. We both groaned as I slid a finger inside her, she was so wet.
“Somebody’s excited,” I said, smiling. “I thought I was the slut.”
“Fucking cheek,” she said, mock anger in her face. “Let’s see how wet you are then.”
Gina pushed me back hard, my finger coming out of her. I grunted as I hit the bed, we both laughed. I sucked the finger into my mouth seductively, tasting her, and watched as she kneeled, her hands sliding up my legs. They continued up my dress and thighs till her fingers hooked my pants. She started pulling them down and I lifted my bum to help. She slid them down my legs and flung them across the room.
I lifted my knees up and spread my legs for her. Her eyes widened in pleasure at the full sight of me and I felt my arousal grow. I was so wet now, every nerve ending on fire, desperate for her touch.
I felt her kisses run up the inside of my legs. Her hands sliding up the outside. I was so aroused now I wouldn’t have been surprised if she saw me leaking.
As her kisses grew closer the excitement grew, the need for her touch now unbearable. My body shuddered with anticipation. She kissed either side of me, close but not close enough. I tried to move my hips so she’d touch me, but she dodged my moves. I heard her giggle.
“Not fair,” I gasped. Gina knew me better than anyone. I told her everything. She was also a hot as fuck lesbian, so was well versed in the art of bringing pleasure to women. She would know how to bring me to the brink and leave me there, to make me never want it to stop, but at the same time desperate to reach that perfect ending. It would be like torture and pleasure at the same time.
“What’s not fair?” she replied, running a tongue up the outside of my pussy lips.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. She smiled up at me. “If you don’t want to drown you better get a move on.”
“How wet you get is the best part,” she said. She ran a finger between me, parting me slightly, and I cried out. I watched as she sucked me off her finger.
She did it again, this time going deeper but still not enough. I dropped my head back onto the bed and closed my eyes. I bit my lip and tried not to beg, not wanting to give in.
Luckily Gina must have decided it was enough teasing and I groaned loudly as she ran her tongue between my pussy lips. I got lost in her tongue, mouth, and fingers. She licked, nibbled, sucked, and fingered me to ecstasy.
Twice she brought me to the edge of climax and then didn’t let me cum. I was soon begging her to give me relief.
“Please god,” I moaned. “Please, please, please. Let me cum.” I reached down to play with myself and she grabbed my wrist, holding it firm against my flat stomach.
“That’s better,” she said. The fucker had wanted me to beg. Holding me from cumming just so she could hear me plead with her, and like putty in her hands I was giving her what she wanted.
“Mother fucker,” I groaned loudly as she went back to work, this time there was no holding back.
My groans got louder and louder as I got closer and closer. Even if she had stopped I don’t think it would have stopped me cumming. Pleasure crashed through my body and I shook violently as I orgasmed. My screams of ecstasy echoing around the small room.
Gina continued on me and I gripped her head and pulled her against me to try and stop her. My body and legs tensed straight and squeezed her head as I pulled away from her. She let me go and I curled up into a ball, still cumming hard. My body overcome with spasms. I was groaning loudly, the intensity slowly subsiding.
“Fucking hell Han,” Gina said, a soft laugh escaped her. I just groaned back. She crawled up next to me and pulled me against her. I wrapped my leg over hers, another moan escaped me as I felt the strap on press into me. We kissed as my orgasm slowly subsided. I felt Gina reach down and position the head of the fake penis against my opening, the tip stretching me open.
“No wait,” I said, then cried out as she slid inside me hard. My wet pussy accepted her gratefully. I just hadn’t fully recovered and another assault of my senses coursed through me making me scream out.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” she said, mischievously. She moved her hips slowly, the cock sliding in and out of me. It felt good inside. “Must be time for that tight little hole of yours. Are you ready?”
“Think so,” I replied. Not really wanting this sensation to stop, but we were here for a reason.
“That’s my girl,” she said. We kissed again and she slowly fucked me for a minute.
She eventually eased out of me and pulled me up. We kissed deeply before she started moving me over onto all fours. She positioned herself behind me. I felt the fake cock between her legs press between mine and I groaned, moving my hips so it slid along the shaft.
I felt liquid against my bum hole, running down over my pussy. A moan escaped as Gina touched my hole with a finger and eased the tip in, pushing some of the oil inside me. I tried to relax as the slippery liquid helped her enter me.
I cried out as Gina roughly entered my pussy, the strap on ramming deep inside me.
“Jesus fucking Christ babe,” I said. “Give me warning.” She laughed. She held still, working on readying my ass so I moved my body backwards and forwards. The strap on sliding in and out of me. My eyes closed as Gina stuck another finger up my bum.
Before long Gina was pulling out of me and positioning herself against my well lubed anus. Well, I hoped it was well lubed. I felt the tip press against my hole and I quickly reached for my clit, slowly rubbing myself to add some pleasure to what I knew was going to sting.
Gina pushed her hips forward, gripping on to one of mine to hold me still as she slowly eased the tip inside me. I felt my bum hole stretch around it, wincing at the stab of pain.
“Wait,” I said, and Gina held herself still. I tried to relax, my eyes closing. I was such a wimp when it came to pain. “Okay, carry on. My legs were shaking in both excitement and nervousness.
“Just relax,” Gina said, she pushed harder and I bit my lip hard. I knew once it was in it would feel better, I just had to take it. I ignored the pressure and pain of the cock stretching me open as Gina forced herself into my ass. I was about to tell her to stop, but then the satisfying pop of my ring giving way replaced the uncomfortable feeling with one of pleasure. I groaned loudly and so did Gina. I imagined it was the sight of my asshole giving way in front of her.
Gina held it still inside me, then slowly adding pressure as she forced it in as deep as she could.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. No shame in my desperation. Way past caring. She pushed in deep. I couldn’t see how much I had inside me, but it felt more than enough.
“You okay?” Gina asked. She held the fake cock still.
“I’m good,” I replied. “Keep going.” I reached down between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me, covering my fingers in my arousal, as Gina started to slowly fuck me.
It felt odd inside me, but it felt fantastic at the same time. The pure filth of the moment sending me wild, the thought of Gina’s fake cock buried deep in my ass, turning me on more than the physical feeling.
I could imagine her watching it slide in and out of me, as it stretched my tight asshole.
I lost all sense of time as Gina continued to fuck me whilst I played with myself. My orgasm grew steadily until I reached tipping point, my moans getting louder with each thrust of the strap on now buried deep inside.
Gina pulled me up into her, my body stretching against her. She squeezed my breasts hard. “Cum for me,” she whispered into my ear.
Her words sent me tumbling over the edge. I forced my fingers deeper inside me as I climaxed, cumming hard on them, covering them as my pussy contracted and squeezed them. I cried out as pleasure tore through me, shaking hard. Gina held me up against her as I spasmed in her arms, the fake cock far up my bum hole.
She held me till I finished my orgasm. Her hands explored my thin petite body. Kisses on my neck and shoulders. I pushed harder against her.
“Your turn,” I managed to say, my voice shaking. Gina smiled and kissed me. She pulled out of me and I moaned as I flopped onto the bed. She stood up and I forced myself to sit up on the edge of the bed. I closed my legs and felt the dampness of my inner thighs. She was right in front of me as she took off the strap on.
“Give me a second,” she said. She disappeared to the bathroom with the strap on. I heard running water and I guessed she was washing it. I didn’t blame her, it had been up my bum after all. I tentatively touched my anus. It was a bit sore, but I didn’t think I’d be walking funny tomorrow. She came back and I watched every move as she walked towards me. She passed the strap on to me.
“I don’t want it up my ass,” she said. She leant down and kissed me, and then stood back up. “I want you to fuck my cunt hard.”
I groaned. Not because she used the word that normally made me cringe, but because her words made me desperate to do what she said.
I didn’t take my eyes off her as she lifted her vest top over her head, exposing her firm round breasts. She dropped her shorts revealing the cutest triangle of hair above her pussy. Her body was awesome. I reached forward, taking one of her breasts in my hand, then the other, squeezing and fondling. My fingers traced down her stomach to between her legs.
I looked up as her face contorted in pleasure as my fingers gently pressed against her engorged lips. I slowly teased my finger between them, feeling how wet she was. I pushed it in, wetting it, then moved up to her clit, she moaned again. I explored her with my fingers, teasing and probing, enjoying her moans. She opened her legs slightly wider.
Her eyes were closed when I pressed the head of the fake penis against her, a little gasp escaping her lips. I applied more pressure and pushed it up into her. She was tight but so wet, it slid in. Her pussy lips wrapped around the shaft as they stretched around it. The sight made me moan.
I slowly fucked her with it for a bit, enjoying her groans, and the view. Then fake shaft sliding in and out of her. When I knew I had her desperate I pulled it out.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please.” The look on her face nearly made me ram it back into her, but I resisted.
“I want to fuck you,” I said. I stood and we kissed for a bit. I started putting the strap on on. Well, I tried to put it on. Gina laughed.
“How the fuck does this go on?” I said. Gina laughed harder as I tangled myself up in it. “Trust me to ruin the moment.” I laughed with her.
“No chance of that,” she said, she pulled me towards her by my hips and helped me with the toy. Her hands kept brushing between my legs as she put the straps around my thighs.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” I said, my body spasming with her latest touch. I was so turned on every brush of her fingers sent me wild.
“Doing what,” Gina said. She pushed two fingers into me and my legs nearly gave way.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “It’s supposed to be your turn.” I reluctantly pulled her fingers out of me and spun with her. She gasped as I pushed her backwards onto the bed. She shuffled back and opened her legs as I crawled on top of her. We started kissing as I wasted no time in lining up the fake cock between her wet pussy lips. I kissed her hard as I slid inside her. She moaned heavily into my mouth.
I squeezed one of her breasts with one hand as I started slowly moving my hips back and forth. It felt so amazing making her writhe beneath me, her moans making me move my pelvis faster. I wanted to make her cum again.
I grabbed one of her pillows and kneeled up, she lifted her bum so I could put it under her. I had always thought it must be great fucking someone like this, getting the perfect view of their body. I wasn’t wrong.
Gina’s long slender body was stretched out in front of me as I slid in and out of her. Her long dark hair fanned out across the duvet. I gripped her waist and held on as I sped up. Her moans got louder and more intense.
She had her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Her perfect breasts jiggled as I thrust in and out of her. I could hear her getting closer to climax and I desperately wanted to see her cum like this.
“Cum for me,” I said. I tried to speed up, getting a little bit more frantic with my fucking of her tight body.
“Fuck Han,” Gina moaned. “Keep going.” Her hand slid down her stomach and she touched her clit with her fingers. She started rubbing herself. It looked so hot.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” she moaned. As she orgasmed she gave off the greatest noise. A soft cry of pure pleasure. Her thighs shook on my lap as I felt her climax rip through her body. The strap on glistened with her juices as I slowly continued to ease it in and out of her.
“Don’t move, don’t move,” she gasped, leaning up and holding my thighs, before dropping back onto the bed, her body still shaking. She looked fucking amazing.
I held steady, holding on to her thighs as she twitched and spasmed in my hands. I watched her orgasm slowly calm and stroked her thighs.
“Wow,” I managed.
“Mmmmm,” was all Gina could reply. I pulled out of her and she groaned in disappointment. I moved up the bed, pressing myself against her thigh and running a hand up her tummy and over her breasts, draping it over her.
“So how was your anal experience?” Gina asked, not opening her eyes.
“Not bad,” I said. “I’m not convinced yet.” Her eyes flung open and she looked at me in confusion, she knew I had enjoyed it. I smiled. “Guess I might need to try it again sometime to make my mind up properly.” I gave her a cheesy wink. She laughed.
“That’s wise,” she said. “You need to be sure.”
“Definitely,” I agreed. I leaned in and we kissed. We both knew this wasn’t a getting together thing, but there was no reason we couldn’t enjoy it, and each other occasionally. It’s why I loved her so much.
The End.