My eyes greedily panned down, and I saw the hairiest bush of black crinkly hair poking out from beneath the dildo she was wearing. Long chains hung from her lips and I watched in awe as Amanda literally climbed up her body to straddle her waist while the dildo was rammed inside her.
I could do nothing but watch. I was mesmerized by what they were doing. The woman grabbed hold of Amanda’s arse cheeks and bounced her up and down on the dildo, sucking her tit into her mouth at the same time.
Amanda was screaming, “Oh, God, yeah. Fuck it you bitch.”
The woman laughed and threw her onto the couch, the dildo spearing into her further. Amanda dropped her legs wide to accommodate, rubbing her clit madly.
“Oh, yeah, harder. Harder!” she demanded. “I’m fucking coming.”
Screaming as though she was being murdered, I watched fascinated as the woman continued fucking her, my fingers rubbing my clit until I too arched and peaked, arched and peaked, not wanting to stop to end this utterly orgasmic experience.
Finally, Amanda had enough, and the woman pulled the dildo from her. It dripped with her juices and then she was on the floor in front of me, ramming it into me. It slid straight in and she pounded me while Amanda sucked on my tits, pulling the nipples hard while kissing me passionately.
I could barely breathe I was so overcome with passion. On and on the fucking continued as Amanda’s hand stole down to my clit. With magical fingers she brought me to a new height while I listened to the clanging of the chains as they swished together.
“You like that,” Amanda breathed excitedly, as my body arched again.
“Oh, God, yes,” I screamed. “Who the fuck wouldn’t…don’t stop.”
She rubbed harder and harder until finally I’d had enough. The woman stood and removed the dildo. She fluffed up the cushions on the couch and lay down on it, her legs spread wide.
“You,” she said to me. “Over here and lick my pussy.”
Like a hungry dog, I hurriedly over, burying my face in her hairy bush, my tongue flicking out to run across the chains while my fingers explored her.
Soon Amanda was beside me and we fought for the pleasure of pleasing this amazing woman. We ravished her, taking it in turns to wear the dildo, to fuck her cunt, her arse, her mouth.
Perspiration covered our bodies as we worked feverishly. Her hands slapped at us, urging us to continue to please her. I loved it, loved it all and we stayed like that for hours enjoying each other’s bodies until finally we collapsed together, a jumble of arms and legs on the sodden couch.
“This is Janet,” Amanda said to me.
“Hi,” she purred.
“Wendy came over to welcome us to the neighborhood.”
“Nice,” Janet said. ‘Very nice. Let’s hope everyone’s as friendly as you and we have more of these neighborly get-togethers.”
“Now who wants to cool down in the pool,” Amanda said, and out we went to rehydrate and ease our aching muscles. Good Friends
I’d moved into my best friend Candice’s flat. We’ve been living together now for two weeks and get on tremendously, each of us respectful of the other’s privacy.
We’d studied engineering together and now the summer holidays were upon us. We made it a point to go out and have a good time, relax, and let our hair down before school resumed. We had the perfect relationship and living with her was easy.
One night I came home unexpectedly and caught Candice watching a porno. She almost jumped out of her skin. She couldn’t find the remote in her nervousness and she looked embarrassed as she went to switch it off.
“Hey, leave it on.” I laughed. “Haven’t seen a good one in years.”
It happened to be a lesbian one and for a moment I wondered if Candice was one. I’d never really seen her with guys. I’d always assumed she was fussy, that she hadn’t found the right one yet, but now I wondered. We’d always been close so I thought she would have confided in me especially because I was.
It was no big deal and it maddened me people could intimidate others. In this day and age, it was ridiculous not to be able to be comfortable saying you were gay. It was no one else’s business.
“Do you want a beer, Angela?” she asked, heading into the kitchen.
She was wearing a short skirt and skimpy T-shirt and as she sashayed out the skirt flipped up, her bare butt cheeks peeking out at me beneath her hem. Made me wonder if she was wearing a G-string or nothing. I wondered if she’d intended to do some masturbating if I hadn’t come home and sprung her.