“Really?” I asked, knowing what a switch was because of my online erotica readings, but unable to fathom my best friend from school being one.
“Yeah, she loves seducing straight women, but also knows her place in front of a dominant goddess like moi,” Laura explained, as Kelsey bobbed on that cock expertly.
“This just keeps getting crazier,” I said, watching another ‘rising action’ moment of this wild day.
“Kelsey, put on your strap-on,” Laurie ordered.
“Are we going to double team her?” Kelsey asked, looking at me with a wicked smile.
“We are,” Laura affirmed.
“How long have you been Laura’s piece?” I asked, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
“The lake last summer,” she answered, as she pulled her dress over her head to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra or knickers… and was suddenly fully displayed in thigh highs and nothing else.
“For my birthday?” I asked.
“Yeah, I got the best present though,” Kelsey smiled, as she went to her duffle bag.
“We thought about adding you then,” Laura admitted, “but George was always hovering around you like a guard dog.”
“Well he sure isn’t here now,” I said, wanting to make up for lost time… annoyed it had been almost a year that I could have been experiencing all this wicked girl-on-girl fun.
“Only fake Johnsons today,” Kelsey said.
“And ripe twats,” Laura added.
“Well, of course, and that,” Kelsey agreed, as she strapped on the strap-on… one that was long and thick, unlike Laura’s thinner one.
Once done, Laura ordered, “Go lie down, Kels.”
I waited for the fireworks. I had never made that mistake myself, but I’d been a witness first-hand, as many people learned the hard way that no one was allowed to call Kelsey, Kels… absolutely no one. Yet, she simply obeyed, walking to the bed and then lying down on it… her eight inch John Thomas standing straight up.
“Go ride that cock, bride-to-be,” Laura ordered.
And as I walked over to obey, to ride a big cock strapped to my secondary school best friend, I couldn’t help but wonder how different all those sleepovers could have been if we’d known then what we knew now.
I got on the bed, straddled the cock and said, saying what I was thinking, “Man, our senior year could have been a lot more fun.”
“Okay, at the moment I guess you can call me a man; fair enough. And now we can make up for lost time,” Kelsey replied with a smile as I lowered myself on the thick cock, hers much thicker than George’s.
“Take it all, slut,” Laura ordered, watching from the side of the bed.
“That’s the plan,” I responded, as the thick cock spread my pussy lips wide.
Once it was all inside me and I was completely full, Laura ordered, “Now ride her.”
And I did… bouncing on that big cock, taking it as deep as I possibly could… which instantly had my pussy on fire and my orgasm rising quickly.
After a couple of minutes, when I was getting tired already, I watched Laura pour lube on her slim, long cock and say, “Time to take that virgin arse.”
“Be gentle,” I requested, excited and nervous at the same time. I had researched back passage sex and learned that although it could be pleasurable (even more so for men because of their prostate), the pleasure was usually preceded by some potentially intense pain.
“I won’t ream that arse of yours until you beg me to,” Laura reassured, as she moved behind me.
“Okay,” I nodded, not imagining I would be begging to have my arse reamed, but Laura sure had done so in the cockpit and I was fucking horny.
She poured more lube on my arse and used a finger to push some lube in my balloon knot.
“Oh man you really are an arse virgin,” Laura chuckled as her finger slipped inside my bum.
“You’re the first finger ever,” I responded, just a slight pain hitting me… but not too uncomfortable.
“The second finger too,” she responded, as I felt my ass widened and a sharper pain coursing through me.
“That too,” I whimpered, as her fingers slowly penetrated me.
“She’s gaping you,” Kelsey explained, before pulling me down and kissing me… which was a wonderful distraction. Like I said, I hadn’t dreamed big way back in secondary school, but I’d dreamed endlessly of snogging my bestie.
The kiss was soft and sweet which was a complete contrast to the two fingers wiggling in my arse.
And for a couple of minutes, I intimately kissed my schoolgirl best friend, while my current best friend finger fucked my asshole.
It was so hot and so weird.
Laura finally announced, “Time to bugger the tart.”
As I broke the kiss, I joked, “That sounds like the title for a porn story written by H. G. Wells.”
Kelsey agreed, “And the film starring Natalie Sharp.”
“And friends,” Laura added.
I corrected, as I felt the cock rubbing between my bum cleavage, “No, and Mistresses.”
“True enough,” Laura agreed, as I felt her position her cock at my gaping ring piece.
“Ready to be double penetrated, you sexy tart?” Kelsey asked, not waiting for an answer to her question as she pulled my head back to her and resumed kissing me.
“I’ll take her silence as a yes,” Laura said, as she began pushing her cock downwards. After a brief pause, a final protest from my bum, my anal virginity was history as the cock slowly soldiered its way through my wavering defences.
“Oooooooh,” I moaned into Kelsey’s mouth as a new pain hit me sharply, my arse now widened unnaturally by Laura’s cock, which was far thicker than her two fingers.
Kelsey grabbed my head and held me pressed against her, trying to distract me from the pain with the sweet softness of a kiss.
The intimacy was powerful, somehow creating a fire inside me that consumed the pain that was burning in my arse as the cock continued its invasion.
“Almost all in,” Laura announced.
I couldn’t believe it could go any deeper inside me, yet it kept pressing on… into no man’s land… unless the man had a horse cock like a porn star.
Kelsey’s tongue explored mine and I explored hers, trying to focus on the kiss.
And as the pain lingered… but now not enough to really hurt… the passion in the kiss took control until Laura declared, “All in.”
Kelsey broke the kiss and said, “Now you’re an arse slut like me.”
“And me,” Laura added.
“You?” Kelsey queried.
“Yep. On the flight here… I’ll tell you the whole story later,” returned Laura.
“The three arse-keteers,” I joked.
“All for one and one for all,” Kelsey quoted my favourite Dumas book. Although The Count of Monte Cristo was also pretty amazing.
“All in one and one to fuck,” Laura added, not really flowing well, but hey, some of us are more like dumb-ass writers than Dumas ones.
“Are you going to fuck my arse or what?” I asked, turning around to look at her.
“Definitely not what,” Laura answered oddly, as her hands moved to my hips and she began slowly fucking me.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.