Pressing my fingers firmly yet cautiously against her wrinkled hole, I watched as it dilated with Ellie’s increasing breath, opening up and closing in subtle little pulsations. I stroked her pussy with my other hand, bristling it through her pubic hair, tracing my fingers through her slit. As Ellie’s asshole opened up just slightly, I saw my chance and I gently pushed a single fingertip into the opening. Her rim tightly closed around my finger, squeezing and then loosening as she breathed.
“Oh,” she moaned with a deep breath. “I can feel it.”
Her backside was glistening with wetness, her skin reflecting the low light of the dorm room. Lowering my head, I kissed her ass cheek softly as I pushed my finger in deeper, thrusting with a loving fervor into Ellie’s cute little asshole. With my opposite hand I focused squarely on her clit, wetly fondling it with two fingers furiously flying. Her ass gaped for me with my penetrations, back and forth my finger went, easily gliding into her rear thanks to the moistness coating my fingers.
“It’s even better than when I do it,” cooed Ellie, a grin on her lips as she hazily twisted her face into the bed sheets. “You’re really good.”
Her positive affirmations inspired me to increase my zeal, the pace of my fingering quickening and trying to match Ellie’s breathing. I found myself kissing her soft, firm ass cheek, adoring her backside as I pleasured her both inside of her ass and on her clit. Ellie’s pussy was utterly dripping, her lips radiant, her black fur matted against her skin.
Ellie’s thighs began to shiver, her stance wobbly as she hung there accepting my love from behind. With each exhale came a moan and she gripped tighter onto the bed, grabbing onto the sheets, onto the wood of the loft, anything she could to try to keep herself sturdy. Her light brown pussy had grown white with her cream, trickling drops sliming out from inside and tangling into her black pubes. I could feel Ellie’s ass rim tighten against my pushing finger each time I thrust it deep inside of her. With her ass and hips wobbling, I knew she was approaching the edge of the cliff, looking over, more ready than ever to jump.
“Oh!” she squealed. I could feel her ass tighten hard against my finger, squeezing to keep my digit inside of her dot. I held my other hand firmly yet tenderly onto her pussy and Ellie brought her own hand down to hold mine, pushing her palm against the back of my hand. Her body bucked back and forth as though she were weakening, her eyes squinted, her mouth hung wide open.
Slowly I removed my finger from her asshole, giving her rim a couple affectionate rubs after exiting her. Her hole remained slightly open, opening and closing with her breaths. Once my finger had been removed, Ellie started to collapse down onto the bed, my hand slipping off of her pussy as she did this. She stretched out now, her legs trembling, her arms cradling herself, her body almost balling up as she voyaged through orgasm.
I smiled admiringly as I watched her come.
After a few moments of quivering and squirming, Ellie rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes. She smiled up to me and then placed her hands together on her stomach.
“Oh wow,” she said, her face revealing her sexually inebriated state. “I mean, just wow.”
I slithered down on top of Ellie, settling to her side, and we each wrapped our arms around one another lovingly, pressing our sweaty bodies together in a post-coital embrace. Ellie hugged me tightly and nuzzled her head into mine before we put our lips together in a wet, heated kiss.
I was confused but excited at what we had just done, unable to figure out how I had gone from fingering myself as I watched Ellie dry her hair to licking and fingering her ass. But I wasn’t going to question it. Rather, I dissolved into her small warm body, our feet and legs intertwining as we tried to get even closer to each other, hugging and kissing and cuddling as Ellie’s face blushed and beamed.
“Thank you,” Ellie murmured, pressing her forehead adoringly into the side of my head. “Next time I’ll do you.”
“I’d really love that,” I said, turning my face and kissing Ellie head. “You’re so gorgeous, Ellie,” I said, looking down the length of her body as it nestled into mine. “I mean, I’m just blown away by you.”
“You’re sweet,” she said with a giggle, our soft back and forth kissing continuing. “I think we could do a lot more together.”
“Oh?” I said.
“Mm hmm,” she said. “Just you wait.”
We happily sighed against one another. Never had I looked forward to something more than what Ellie had in store for me. As I held her small body against me, I dreamed about pushing my lips once more into her pussy, tasting her fragrant juices, feeling her fur against my face, and sending her again into orgasmic ecstasy.
My Asian roommate had just made college an experience I would never be able to forget. And I knew there was much more to come.
BACKDOOR READY FOR MORE
*
“ARE WE SURE no one else is in here?” I said. Ellie and I stood together in the small shower stall in the dorm’s communal bathroom. There was a line of six stalls, each covered only by a thick yellow curtain, and at any moment someone could come into the showers and see two sets of feet under the curtain that covered us. Ellie and I were both naked, water spurting out from the shower-head and drenching our bodies. I was leaned up against the wall and Ellie was pressed up against me, one of her hands touching the wall and the other between my legs fondling my pussy.
“Who cares?” said Ellie with a sly grin. Guiding her fingers through my wet slit, she pushed her middle and ring fingers together and slid them between my lips and up into my hole. I moaned as she entered me, her fingers beginning to move in and out of my pussy at a sensually methodic pace.
I was so enamored with Ellie, my beautifully sexy Asian college roommate. Her body was small and supple, just a few inches shorter than me, and her skin was a creamy tan. Between her legs was her wetly matted black pubic fur, but the hair on her head was dyed an array of browns at the crown and transforming to blonde as the coloring went down to her tips. It had only been a few days since we shared our first intimate sexual moment in my bed and ever since then we had been taking every opportunity to mess around each other.
Placing my hands over Ellie’s shoulders, I dropped my head down with a pleasured sigh, focusing my eyes on her penetrating fingers. I watched as Ellie fingered me, entering me and exiting, her small thin digits probing my achingly wet pussy.
“Oh God,” I moaned as Ellie’s pace quickened. She leaned her head down and kissed one of my tits, letting her lips linger on my nipple and giving it a soft bite. My chest was a bit bigger than Ellie’s and she was infatuated with it, loving to bite and squeeze and pet me whenever she could.
Ellie and I had sexually bonded over a joint love of anal sex. She had caught me reading a lesbian anal sex story and it was all over from there. Although Ellie had never been with another girl before, she was obviously enjoying the experience and passionately getting into it. And me, well, although I considered myself a straight girl at that point, I hadn’t really thought about being with a guy for a long time.
Leaning her forehead against my shoulder, Ellie pressed firmer up against me and persisted in letting her fingers fly inside of me. It felt sublime. Her slender fingers moved deeply within my pussy, running over all the little ridges and folds, easily sliding back and forth as my arousal grew more fervent. My hips shifted slightly as I propped myself harder against the shower wall. I could feel myself growing more excited, a shiver of brisk lust energetically coursing through my limbs.
Ellie dropped her free hand and brought it around to my backside. Lowering her hand under my ass cheeks, she brought her fingers up and took hold of a small tiger-eye colored jewel that blocked my asshole. This was a plug, securely lodged up inside of my ass, and Ellie pulled on it tenderly, twisting it, threatening to tug it out of me and inspiring my hole to dilate just so. I moaned deeply as she did this, feeling out of my body thanks to being plugged from behind and fingered in the front.
“Te
ll me when you’re coming,” said Ellie, still playing with my ass and finger fucking me. “I’ll pull this out when you’re there.”
“Okay,” I moaned with a shortness of breath, nodding my head at her request.
Just then, we both heard the main door to the shower stalls creak open and some flip-flop shod feet shuffle across the tile floor. We froze, Ellie’s fingers held deep inside of me, her opposing hand on my ass cheek. Our eyes met, exchanging a quick look of terror and trying to remain silent as we eavesdropped to the actions of this intruder to our lovemaking. We listened intently as we heard the curtain of the stall a few down from us slide open, the water turn on, a moment of silence as the other person let the water heat up, and finally a swift closing of the curtain.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered to Ellie. “It feels too good.”
Ellie grinned impishly at me and continued her fingering, increasing her pace and leaning hard against me. I lowered my head to her shoulder, my mouth positioned by her ear, hotly breathing and moaning low into it, inspiring her to lustily grind up against me. Ellie’s hand again dropped under my ass cheeks, fiddling for the head of the plug, grabbing at it, tugging, manipulating it to bring me close to the precipice.
The plug filled my little ass tightly and I could feel the pressure of the stainless steel bulb lodged inside of me. Ellie’s fingers expertly pushed into my pussy, running up into me, her palm wetly slapping against my clit. I thought of that other girl, just a few stalls down from us, innocently taking a shower while Ellie and I lustily fucked, the water washing our sweat away, my stifled moans intoning into Ellie’s perfect little ear.
“You know we’ve got two towels out there,” said Ellie, nuzzling her face into my shoulder. “And two pairs of flip-flops.”
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh, I don’t care. Oh fuck!”
Ellie’s fingertips pushed hard against the top of the inside of my pussy, her fingers pulled back when inside of me, finding and hitting my g-spot with ease. I could feel a numbness settling in my toes and my legs began to tremble. With my face lowered onto Ellie, I began to kiss her shoulder lightly and wetly, her fingers filling me up and expertly pulling my trigger. I knew I was getting close to bursting, the energetic build up inside of me growing too much to bear.
“Okay,” I said, nodding my head against Ellie’s shoulder. “Okay.”
Just as my thighs began to wobble more intensely, quick surges of vigor flooding through me, Ellie pounded her fingers into my pussy hard and pressed her palm tightly up against my clit. The pressure inside on my g-spot was magical and my brain started to go blank. My arms wiggled as I held onto Ellie and the only sound I could hear was that of the raining water coming down from the shower-head.
And then I felt it.
Ellie had grabbed onto the head of the plug inside of my ass, giving it a sudden twist and then a firm pull. I could feel my asshole dilate, open up to accommodate the girth of the exiting toy. My knees grew weak, like I could just collapse right there in the shower stall, but I gripped tightly to Ellie for support.
“Fuck,” I squeaked out in a high groan. It was almost as though I could feel each exiting millimeter of that plug, the metal knob expanding my dot, widening and stretching my rim, the pressure of the inside subsiding but the pressure on the hole increasing. As I concentrated on the pleasure, the tingles and twinges gushing through my limbs, I submissively drooled a thin string down out of my mouth and onto Ellie’s shoulder. Meanwhile, she was still tight up against me, fingers inside of my pussy, carefully pulling the butt plug from my rear.
Once Ellie got the plug out from inside of me, I felt my legs go impossibly weak and I half-collapsed into her. Ellie laughed and held me up, holding me as I shivered and writhed in her arms.
“You’re so sexy when you come,” she said to me, kissing the side of my head and tenderly removing her fingers from my pussy.
Although I had gone from completely filled and double penetrated to empty in both holes, I could still feel the pressures of Ellie’s fingers and the toy. Both my ass and my pussy expanded and contracted with my breaths, the openings each remembering what it was like to have something passionately inside of them.
“Oh my God,” I moaned again, raising my head and looking into Ellie’s smiling face. Then, remembering our interloper in the other stall, I changed my voice to a murmur. “Do you think she heard?”
“I don’t know,” said Ellie with a shrug. “Are you okay? Should we get out of here?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding drunkenly. “Let’s try to sneak out.”
Ellie stepped back from me and quickly rinsed the plug off in the stream of the shower. She then peeked her head out of the shower curtain and looked to both sides. Carefully and slowly, she pressed her palm against the shower knob to kill the water, opened the curtain with the plug gripped tightly in her palm, and stepped out to grab her towel. I followed her lead, creeping out behind her, sliding into my flip-flops, and wrapping my towel around me.
We then heard the water cut off in the other shower stall.
“Shit!” Ellie exclaimed in a whisper. Both of us still dripping, towels haphazardly wrapped around our bodies, together we made a break for the door trying to stifle tickled giggles. I busted through the door first, Ellie behind me, and in her ever-teasing nature, she reached out and grabbed at my towel, pulling it half off of my body as we entered the toilet area of the communal bathroom. With my towel down, my still-sopping breasts were exposed.
“Hey!” I screeched with a laugh, quickly grabbing at my towel and covering myself.
“Let’s go!” called Ellie, a joyous smile on her face, pushing past me and making her way toward the final door that would lead us back into the hallway.
She yanked the door open and the two of us speedily rushed down the hallway, sliding in our flip-flops, dripping with water, wet hair flinging against our backs. As I chased Ellie toward our room I realized how undeniably happy I was, how blissful it was to share these intimate moments with someone so liberated and fun, and how jubilant I felt when I was with her.
My heart was full.
*
We sat in the lobby of our small dorm together with a bunch of other students from our floor. At our big state school there were a handful of monstrous dorms, affectionately know as the student ghetto, but Ellie and I had gotten into a residential program for liberal arts students and got to live in one of the older, more historic dorms on campus. The collection of students was a slapdash assemblage of weirdos and goofballs, perfectly attuned to Ellie’s wry sense of humor and silly persona.
Ellie and I sat together on a deep plush couch, pressed tightly into one another, my hand resting lazily on her thigh. We were both in lounging wear, matching fleece pants decorated with the school’s logo, Ellie in a tank top and me in a t-shirt, the two of us laughing together with some of the other students that sat around us on similar couches and chairs.
Off to one side were four boys who had pulled some of the cushiony chairs around a table and were playing a card game, two open boxes of pizza on the floor next to them. I caught one of them repeatedly peering over at Ellie and I, perhaps knowledgeable to what was going on between us, but more than likely just a bit infatuated with Ellie himself. After all, she was quite pretty. Turning my head and looking at Ellie as she spoke to some of our friends, I smiled happily and thought about how much I adored her.
“Yeah,” said Ellie, retorting another girl’s quip with her own. “And if a frog had wings it wouldn’t bump its ass when it hopped.” Everybody laughed along with Ellie.
“Where the hell did you hear that?” this other girl Candice asked, giggling along with the group.
“I don’t know,” said Ellie. “Some 90s movie my older brother likes.”
The conversation went on, lead by some of the other girls, and Ellie and I remained quiet for a bit, smiling, occasionally laughing when the group laughed. It was good to feel like I was a part of something, a feeling I hadn’t really f
elt before I came to college. I had kind of been a bit of an outcast before, but here at college, especially in a residential arts dorm, I had come upon something special, inclusive, liberating. And Ellie was certainly a part of that.
Ellie leaned over to me and brought her mouth close to my ear as two of the girls lightheartedly argued about the storyline of some television show. Pursing her lips, Ellie spoke up in a whisper that only I could hear.
“I want to put my finger in your ass,” she murmured, then pulling her face back like nothing had happened and giving me a cute, satisfied, and innocent smile. I blushed and my heart fluttered, partly nervous that someone else heard Ellie’s words but also suddenly aroused by my pretty Asian roommate’s brashness. I pulled my hand back from where it rested on Ellie’s leg out of fear that it may suddenly look too intimate to our company.
“Shush!” I whispered back to her, trying to hide my grin, and giving her a light smack on the arm. As we reveled in our little secret lusty exchange, the boy from the card table who had been looking our way approached us and sat on the arm of the couch near Ellie. Together we looked up to him and smiled.
“Hi Case,” said Ellie. “Can we help you?”
“Hey,” he said, his gazed affixed on Ellie. It was obvious that he was feeling sweet on her. I even caught him looking down at her tank top and trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, albeit small.
“What game are you playing over there?” I piped in, getting Case to look away from Ellie and over to me.
“Euchre,” he said. “You girls ever play it?”
“No,” I said.
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