I followed her direction, grabbing the jewel, pulling at it, opening her ass up even further this time, watching the plug half slip out before I carefully and measuredly glided it back inside of her rear.
“God,” she exclaimed, shaking her head. Amy released her hold on her knickers, causing the material to snap back and cover her ass once more. Flipping her skirt down, Amy came down from her knees and sat back on the couch and settled in. She took up her wine glass once more and took a sip.
“Wow,” she said, touching herself on the chest with one hand and then fanning herself off. “That felt insane.”
“Did you shave today?” I asked, rubbing my palm lovingly up and down Amy’s bare arm.
“Waxed,” she said.
“Your pussy looked really inviting,” I said. Amy and I kissed softly a few times, after which she took a big gulp of her wine. Her eyes pranced with excitement. “Makes me want to suck on it.”
“You know, Caroline,” Amy said with mock consideration. “You haven’t showed me your new bedroom.”
“I haven’t?” I said, mimicking her teasing tone.
“No, I don’t believe you have,” she said. “Maybe you could give me a tour?”
Standing up, a wine glass in one hand, I reached my other hand out to Amy to help her up. She grinned at me as her body rose from the couch, and hand in hand we trotted down the hallway and to the back of the apartment toward my bedroom.
“Hmm,” said Amy, walking into my bedroom and looking around. It was a small room and the wrought-iron queen-sized bed took up most of the space. Off to one side was a wall of closet space, the outer doors covered in mirrors floor to ceiling. The room was lit only by a small lamp at my bedside, though the lights of the city could be seen out of the glass sliding door that led out to my small balcony.
“So?” I queried, standing in the doorway with a hand on my hip.
“I like it,” she said. “Cozy.” Amy sauntered over to the bedside table and set her wine glass down on it. She then crawled up into the bed, the extra tall frame making her stretch a bit as she climbed, and Amy sprawled out on the bed, lying in the middle, spreading her arms and legs wide.
“You don’t waste any time,” I said with a laugh, slinking toward the bed and setting my wine glass down next to hers.
“I’m horny,” she said, turning onto her side and looking at me with a fake pout painted on her face.
“So what do you want me to do about it?” I said grinning. Reaching over top the bed, I ran my hand gently over her bare thigh.
“Get up here,” she commanded. I complied, crawling up onto the bed next to her and perching on my knees. Teasingly, Amy lifted her skirt up to flash me her pink knickers underneath, dropping the skirt back down just as quickly as she’d raised it.
“What you got under there?” I coyly asked. Amy flung her arms back out onto the bed, opening herself up, and I reached down and slowly lifted her skirt back up to get another peek.
The lacy knickers barely covered her and her mound was clearly visible underneath. I could see the outline of her slit, the thin fabric form fitting to her pussy and revealing the slightest wetness seeping out from through the stretchy material.
Lowering my hand, I ran a finger upwards over her slit, Amy watching me and purring as I did this. I caressed her lips through her knickers a few more times, riling her up and lighting a fire in her eyes.
Amy brought her hands down to her waist and took hold of her t-shirt, deftly pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the side. She smiled lasciviously as she flaunted her ample chest, covered in an ornate pink bra that matched her knickers below. Positioning a hand on the outside of each breast, she pushed them together to accentuate her cleavage.
“What about this?” I asked, tugging at her skirt.
“Get it off me,” she said.
Taking the striped skirt by the top, I slid it over her hips, down the length of her legs, and pulled it off her feet. I let it fall to the floor as Amy now lay in my bed in just her pink lingerie.
Amy then turned over onto her stomach, her full ass sticking up at me now, and she reached into the leg hole of her knickers as she had done earlier and once again revealed the red jewel plug situated in her rear. She tugged at it, maneuvering it back and forth, pleasuring herself as I looked on.
“Do you have any toys?” she asked excitedly.
“Let me see,” I said. Reaching over to the bedside table, I opened the drawer and fished around inside. I dug my hand through my knickers and socks until I found what I was looking for, a purple silicon dildo. Grabbing it from within the drawer, I held it up and showed Amy.
“Mmm perfect,” she said. “Do you have any lube?”
“I do,” I said, pulling a small bottle of lubricant from my panty drawer as well.
Amy got up on her knees with her face buried into the pillows, her ass up and wiggling in the air. I grabbed at her knickers by the elastic band and pulled them down over her rear, down her thighs, and subsequently off her feet, that shiny red jewel flashing out at me.
I took hold of the jewel and slowly manipulated it, jostling it back and forth, in and out, causing Amy to writhe there against the pillows at the headboard. As I gave the plug a slow and soft pull, her asshole began to expand, opening up around the metal bulbous end of the plug. Amy moaned as I pulled, obviously pleasured by the plug exiting her body.
I tugged the plug more firmly now, the widest girth of it leaving her, spreading her crinkled rim around it. By this point, the plug was ready to slip out, nothing more holding it inside of Amy, and her hole closed around the tip of the plug as it finally left her.
“Oh wow,” she said. “I love how that feels.”
“I know you do,” I said, rubbing my hand up and down through her crack and at the base of her pussy, tenderly grabbing onto her puffy lips and giving them one gentle yank.
“Are you going to lick my dot?” she asked facetiously, knowing very well that I had grown to enjoy it as much as her. She turned her head against the pillow and smiled at me, jiggling her ass in my face.
Leaning my face in, I buried my nose into the top of her ass crack, unleashing my tongue and giving her backside a slow, wet lick upwards. I could feel her hole, still slightly open from the removal of the plug, and I let the tip of my tongue course slowly around her rim.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, moving her head side to side as I continued to lap at her rear.
I moved back now and took in another view of her bountiful ass sticking out for me, and with my finger I gently prodded at her asshole. At first I traced my finger around her rim in careful circles, but soon I let my finger slip inside, her hole eagerly absorbing my digit up to my knuckle. This drove Amy wild, her breathing growing heavy, a little moan coming out with each exhale.
Carefully I retrieved my finger from inside of Amy and reached down to take up the dildo. I opened the bottle of lube and let it drip out and down into Amy’s crack, smearing it around with my palm. Amy was whimpering in pleasure as I did this. I massaged the lube into her asshole with my fingers and then I applied the tip of the dildo to her hole, giving her a bit of pressure so that she could feel the firm silicone pushing against her backside.
One of my hands guided the toy while my other hand reached under Amy and lovingly caressed her pussy lips, moist with the dripping lubricant and her own juices. I ran my fingers along her lips, prying into her slit, my fingertips diddling her clit, and then dragging backwards to touch her hole. On a large exhale, Amy’s asshole opened up to a greater width and I eased the dildo into it, the tip of it sliding in easily amid the slimy lube glistening all over her rear.
“Oh!” Amy exclaimed, arching her back and going rigid as the silicone piece parted her hole and slipped deeper inside of her.
Then I began to pump the dildo back and forth, Amy grinding back against it as I moved my wrist. With my free hand I reached up her back and adeptly unhooked her pink bra. Immediately it slid down her arms and hung the
re at her elbows and I continued to penetrate her. Her chest now hung bare, tits pointed down at the bed and swaying as her body moved with the toy’s thrusts.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, her upper body bouncing back and forth into the pillows above her. The dildo effortlessly ass fucked her, her hole gaped from the toy’s girth, her pussy growing creamier and wetter as I plowed into her. Reaching my hand under her once more, I squeezed at her pussy and felt her viscid wetness drip down onto my hand and slime it with a milky creaminess.
Amy slipped her hand between her legs and grabbed onto my hand, keeping it near her clit and taking her cue I started fervently fondling her little fleshy nub. My fingertips wetly rubbed back and forth against it, the heat and humidity between her legs growing with each passing moment. She sighed with every outbreath. Her cheek lay against the pillows, face to the side, mouth open, and the tiniest bit of spittle dripping out and over her lip.
“Almost,” she panted, her hips rising now with each of my thrusts into her ass. “Oh God, that feels fucking amazing.”
The purple silicon of the dildo glimmered as the light danced off the lubricant, each time I pulled the dildo out I could see small sparkles. Amy’s ass joyfully accepting the pounding and I enjoyed myself as I fucked her, my own pussy growing wetter and the arousal inside of me increasing as Amy came closer and closer to coming.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, pushing her face against the pillows, her body becoming stiff, her ass squeezing around the penetrating toy. I ceased my thrusts at this point but continued to stroke her pussy. Her ass trembled as it hung in the air, her thighs shaking along with it, and she screamed out in ecstasy into the pillows, muffling her calls and cries.
After a moment she crumbled down onto the bed. As her backside fell, I lost hold of the dildo and it slowly began to slide out of her asshole. Amy panted and sighed and contracted her lower body, the dildo leaving her one slow inch at a time until the entire length slipped out and flopped down onto the bed below.
I rubbed my palm softly over one of her ass cheeks, allowing her the space to catch her breath.
“Will you,” she began, speaking between breaths. “Put my plug back in?”
“Mm hmm,” I said. I reached over to where the plug lay on the bed, spread her ass cheeks with one hand, and pushed the tip of the plug against her asshole. Her hole eagerly dilated once more, the soft wrinkles of her rim expanding as the metal made its way in. I had to apply a little more pressure as we reached the thickest part of the plug, but with a firm push her ass opened up and accepted it. Before I knew it, her ass had absorbed the plug fully, sucking it up until all that showed was that red jewel.
“Shit,” Amy said as she chased after her breath. She wiggled her ass, grinding herself against the bed once more. “Fuck, that feels nice.”
Soon Amy popped up from her lying position and maneuvered her body around to face me. She leapt into me, embracing me, and pushing her lips against mine to engage me in a lusty kiss. Her bra had completely slid off of her arms by this point and I fervently lifted my hands up and fondled her beautiful breasts, enveloping them in my hands and giving each a firm squeeze.
Without a word, Amy grabbed at my grey tank top and pulled it quickly over my head and threw it across the room. My small tits bounced out, poking out from my chest, and Amy tenderly moved her hands up and down over them, pinching my nipples once simultaneously.
“What’s under those shorts?” she said, dropping one hand to my shorts and fooling with the elastic band, stretching it out to look inside.
“My pussy,” I said. Amy pulled the elastic out further and lowered her head to get closer, seeing that I wore no knickers underneath.
Amy pushed her hand down into my shorts and eagerly pet me between my legs, moisture already dripping out of me and saturating her fingers. Pressing two fingers together, she caressed my slit, her fingertips parting my lips and running along my inner pinkness.
“Mmm,” I moaned, leaning into her, draping my arms around her hips and lowering my head to her shoulder.
Amy’s fingers crept further between my legs, running along the base of my pussy, over my taint, and finally back to my asshole. Using the wetness from my pussy on her fingers, she pulled her fingers back and forth over my rear in a “come hither” type motion, my own juices creaming into my little crinkled knot.
“You shaved, too,” she whispered into my ear and then kissed it.
“Mm hmm,” I murmured, my breath beginning to speed as I collided against my best friend and lover.
“Lay back,” she said. Heeding her command, I repositioned myself on the bed and lay on my back. Amy took my shorts in her hands and assisted them down my legs revealing my aching pussy beneath. Once she had my shorts off my feet, I spread my legs open, eager to have her touch me and please me.
Amy lowered herself down onto the bed and snaked her arms under my thighs, wrapping them around and tenderly placing her hands on my stomach. She tickled my stomach lightly, prompting a tingle of arousal to course through my lower half. With her shoulders she lifted my legs up a bit off the bed, pushed her face in deeper, and gave me a long, slow lick with her tongue, starting at my asshole and ending on my clit.
My head was spinning. If there was anything I loved more than pleasing Amy, it was being pleased by Amy.
She pushed her lips against my clit and began to suckle at it, the wetness coating my pussy adding to the slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Pulling one arm back from underneath my thighs, Amy prodded me with a single finger, pushing it deep into my pussy, saturating her digit, before dragging it downwards and using my own juice to massage my wrinkled knot between my ass cheeks. She rolled her finger around my rim, poking at my tight hole, stimulating my backside into opening up and giving her space to insert a finger.
Soon, with Amy’s wet goading, my ass relaxed and accepted her fingertip. She knew that I wasn’t as experienced as her in putting things up my ass, so she gently penetrated me with only one finger, slowly pushing it in and then just as slowly pulling it back out. I loved the feeling of it going in, filling me up, stretching my rim, but my mind would go crazy when Amy removed the length of finger. She would leave just her fingertip inside of me, moving it around in a circle, until finally thrusting it back in and burying her finger up to the knuckle.
Amy’s tongue lapped at my pussy, parting my lips in the process, licking up the sopping wetness. My heart was beating out of my chest, thumping hard with my escalated breathing. She hummed against my clit, vibrating her lips and then making a circle with them, sucking up my clit, drinking from my drenched cherry. I could feel my pussy dripping, a globule of slime oozing out of my slit and trickling down my taint, finally creaming onto Amy’s finger to help moisten her penetration.
I could feel my thighs begin to prickle and my breath start to shorten. Placing a hand on my chest to steady myself, I focused on the impending shock of energy that was bubbling up inside of me. As though she could sense what was happening, Amy remained steady on my clit, suckling from me methodically and evenly, while her finger inside of my ass pumped in and out amid the wetness saturating me.
“I’m there,” I moaned softly, my chest heaving. I reached a hand down and lightly placed it atop Amy’s head. “Oh God,” I called out.
My hips bucked up, though Amy remained firm. I felt the humidity grow between my thighs, my pussy pulsing and throbbing with my friend’s lips attached to it. I lifted my ass up in the air, her finger still inside of it, and my legs began to shiver and shake. I was coming. I could feel it through my limbs, a warmth brewing in my abdomen and below. Grinding against Amy’s face, my mouth hung open and various groans and grunts came from within me. I was on another planet.
My body quaked and I called out loud, my asshole squeezing tightly against Amy’s finger. She let her finger remain inside of me as I squeezed, relaxed, and squeezed again. My lower half pumped against Amy as I journeyed through my orgasm, and she pulled her face back, looked up to me,
and grinned from ear to ear.
After a few more quick judders, my rear fell back to the bed and I melted down into the sheets. Amy eased her finger out of my ass and caressed my pussy mound lovingly, planting a single kiss on it before crawling up next to me, lying down, and throwing an arm over me.
“You’re so good at that,” I cooed into her ear, nuzzling my nose against the side of her face.
“You’ve got such a sweet, tight little ass,” she said. “You know how much I love getting in there.”
“We have to keep practicing,” I said. “So I can take as much as you can.”
“You’ll get there,” she said, kissing my cheek. Her hand ran up and down my stomach before settling back on my mound and absentmindedly fondling me. My increased sensitivity in this post-coital state gave me haphazard shivers as she touched me, but I didn’t mind. I loved the attention.
As I began to relax, my eyes drooping, feeling a lusty, steamy heat simmer off my skin, I could still feel her phantom finger in my ass, pumping and prodding. I grew weary and tranquil, happy and joyful. I loved these evening trysts with Amy, whatever they happened to mean for our growing relationship. I loved being close to her, touching her, being inside of her.
“Don’t sleep too long,” she whispered to me, still petting my pussy. “We’ve got to go for round two.”
“Mm hmm,” I said in a contented drowsy sigh. “We can go again shortly,” I said with a yawn. “Give me five.”
“You’re so funny,” she said, slapping me lightly on the stomach.
“I know,” I grinned at her with my eyes closed.
Amy kissed me once more on my lips and then cuddled warmly into me. I looked forward to going for another round but for now I was exhausted, damp, and satisfied. My eyes shuttered and the two of us coalesced into a sex-drunk dozy cuddle, recharging for whatever was next to come.
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Lucy stumbled out of her bedroom and down the hall, wearing only a pair of white cotton knickers. Her small breasts pointed out from her chest, levitating off of her body like two weightless apples. Having just woken up, her straight brown hair was a minor catastrophe and she gripped tightly onto her phone as she made her way to the bathroom.
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