by Bree Dixon
Zoey thought she had died and gone to heaven. It was an amazing sight. Chelsea had turned into an animal, one that needed to be ravaged and tamed. It seemed so silly now to think back on how afraid she was to reveal her secret. The craziest thing was that Chelsea seemed to be more excited than Zoey was about what was going down.
Zoey put one hand on Chelsea’s exposed thigh as she maneuvered her cock to Chelsea’s slick, wanting pussy. As soon as their skin touched Chelsea let out a shriek and then grabbed Chelsea’s cock, pulling her forward, begging for her to bury it deep inside of her snatch. Zoey pushed, her cock disappeared between Chelsea’s folds, and Chelsea howled at the ceiling.
“Yes! Oh god yes!” Chelsea screamed. “Fucking fuck me!” Zoey did as she was told, hammering in and out of Chelsea, wet slurping sounds filling the air. Zoey’s mouth hung open as she slid in and out, the pleasure so intense that she couldn’t focus long enough to make a sound. Chelsea more than made up for her silence with a string of moans and grunts, her thumb still flailing about, battering her clit in all directions.
“Oh my god, I’m already cumming!” Chelsea screamed. “I’m already fucking cumming!” Chelsea grabbed the edge of the couch and squeezed the cushioned so hard that it threatened to tear. She shook with tiny vibrations, her tits subtlety jiggling, and Zoey felt her pussy tighten around her cock.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Chelsea whimpered. Her head was turned sideways, pressed against the back of the couch, her eyes forced shut. She could barely cope. Zoey had no intention of stopping. She felt her own orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. She felt that eternal struggle between wanting to go longer and wanting to explode. She rode that feeling, letting it take her wherever it decided to go. She got the distinct impression that this wasn’t the last time she would be fucking Chelsea.
Chelsea had calmed down, the most intense part of her climax clearly over. Her head was still turned away and her eyes were still shut, but this time she was resting, catching her breath. The hand she had masturbated with was now lying motionless on her stomach. Her clit was no doubt sensitive. Zoey continued to thrust in and out, slapping into Chelsea’s body, sending ripples through her flesh. Chelsea was whimpering weakly but showed no signs that she wanted Zoey to slow down. One of her hands moved to her tit and began massaging it gently, her index finger circling her nipple.
Zoey, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath was heavy, and her knees were shaking with exhaustion. Her figure was coated in a fine layer of sweat and the bubble that had risen into her stomach, the one that held her orgasm tightly inside, was beginning to come apart.
“Oh fuck,” Zoey moaned. “Where do you want it?”
“What?” Chelsea seemed to come out of some sort of trance.
“Where do you want me to cum?” Zoey asked again.
“Everywhere.”
Zoey exploded, her cock throbbing inside of Chelsea’s battered pussy and sending another animal grunt from Chelsea’s lips. Zoey felt two powerful spurts of cum shoot up inside Chelsea, then she yanked her cock out, stroking it furiously and shooting thick strands of spunk all over Chelsea’s tits. Chelsea moaned passionately and rubbed the hot, white substance all over her body, her hands smearing it across her tits and down her belly. She lunged forward, offering her face and her hungry mouth to Zoey, and strings of sticky cum splashed against her cheek, through her lips. When Zoey’s eruptions lessened, Chelsea took her cock in her mouth once more and let the remaining fluid ooze out onto her tongue and down her throat. Zoey grabbed the back of Chelsea’s head and groaned like a feral animal as Chelsea sucked the cum from her cock. When she was confident that nothing more was coming, Chelsea rose to her feet, cum still dripping from her salivating mouth, and kissed Zoey long and hard. Zoey had never tasted her own seed before and found it surprisingly sweet. They embraced for what felt like an hour, their hands wrapped around each other, their tongues swapping the remnants of Zoey’s cream.
They rested their foreheads together, catching their breath and laughing.
“We can go to my place,” Chelsea said. “My roommate is out of town.”
“Who’s driving?” Zoey asked.
“You, so can I suck you off in the car,” Chelsea said.
They kissed again, then gathered their clothes and left the store.
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Audrey & Rose
“How do you like your steak?” Rose asked. “Raw or burned?” She leaned over the barbecue, feeling the heat from the coals on her bronze skin. Her plain white tank top was already one size too small as it was, but it hung low and she was forced to tie it off, exposing her belly button and squeezing the life out of her perky titties. Her shorts rode up so high that the bottom of her asscheeks were visible.
Audrey laughed, but under that laugh was raw animal lust that was barely being contained. She wanted to walk right up to Rose and grab her ass, feel Rose’s cheeks squeezed between her fingers, but she was pale white (with an abundance of freckles) and cowering underneath the big table umbrella to protect her delicate Irish complexion from the harsh rays of the sun. Her fiery red hair fell around her shoulders and her black string bikini top fit snugly over her C-cups. She was thankful that her jeans fit loosely enough to hide the bulge underneath. Audrey was trans and packing an 8-inch cock, which was getting harder by the second as she hungrily took in the sight of Rose’s tight, sexy figure. Audrey and Rose had known each other since they were kids and had remained best friends all through high school, but it was only recently that Audrey had realized just how attracted she was to Rose. It had to be Rose’s break up with Ryan that did it. Rose and Ryan had been together since high school, and maybe Audrey just couldn’t fall for Rose while she was attached. Maybe there was a fail-safe in her brain that kept her from wanting what she couldn’t have.
But now Rose was single, unattached, and very available, and Audrey wanted to bend her tight latina figure over the table and make her scream. The fail-safe was gone. Audrey was going to make Rose hers or die trying. Whenever Rose would look at her, Audrey would do her best to present the most innocent of smiles, but as soon as Rose averted her gaze Audrey’s eyes would go right back to her body, drinking her in, undressing her in her mind. Being best friends, they’d seen each other naked plenty of times, but not since Audrey had developed these feelings. Audrey knew that the next time she saw Rose naked, it would be unlike any time before, and she wanted it to so bad. She wanted to study every crevice of her nude form. She stared at Rose’s tits poking teasingly through her cotton top and tried her hardest to remember what they looked like. She had a general picture in her mind, but she wanted to remember everything, the exact angle at which her tits perked up, each and every bump on her nipples.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Rose’s voice snapped Audrey out of her fantasy.
“What?” Audrey asked, her mind coming back to her.
Rose laughed. “I’m just giving you shit for staring.”
Audrey blushed, her white cheeks burned bright red. Rose laughed again and wiggled her ass in Audrey’s direction, making her face go even redder.
“Don’t flatter yourself!” Audrey shot back, laughing, trying to sound convincing. “I’m just waiting on my steak!”
“Don’t think I don’t notice you watching me.” Rose turned her attention to the barbecue, pressing the spatula into one of the cuts of meat, checking its firmness. Audrey looked away, further embarrassed, hoping to hide it. Had she really been checking Rose out that much? And was she really that obvious about it? She had to work on her game.
Rose didn’t seem to mind, though. If anything she took pleasure in it, flashing Audrey flirty smiles every chance she got. Now that Audrey knew how obvious she’d been, certain things clicked in her mind. She thought about the outfit Rose was wearing. It was ridiculous how sexy she looked, with her tied-off shirt and her short shorts. Did Rose wear something that skimpy on purpose
? As she mulled things over in her mind, she looked at Rose again. Audrey couldn’t take it. She looked so hot, unbearably sexy, and Audrey was so horny that she was afraid she’d start getting aggressive.
“I gotta run to the ladies’ room,” she said, promptly jumping up from the table and rocketing off.
“Don’t be long,” she heard Rose shout after her. When she walked through the back door and into the coolness of the house, she realized just how hot and bothered she was. She had never been this attracted to someone, ever. She’d had plenty of crushes and a few infatuations, but this was borderline obsessive. She headed straight for the bathroom, grabbing her cock through her shorts as she walked, moaning softly at the pressure. Her dick was out before the door even closed behind her. She was hard as a rock - no, a diamond - and for a second she even thought it hurt a little bit. That’s how hard she was, that’s how much blood was pumping into her member. It was threatening to burst. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, her soft fingers pressing into her softer flesh, and she tugged at it. She threw her head back and let out a gasp of air. It felt like she had been holding it in, deep inside, since she’d been outside mind-fucking her best friend. It felt amazing, but what was even more powerful was the relief it brought. She shivered as her hand glided back and forth. Pre-cum had already started to bead at the tip. Rose had turned her on so much that a modicum of seed had already dripped out the head of her cock. That was the power that Rose held over her. She stood in the center of the bathroom, not even over the toilet, and stroked herself. A multitude of sensations danced through her body, carnal mechanisms at work, sending bits of pleasure all throughout her. Her breath grew heavy and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. Every part of her wanted to scream out, but Rose was right there, right on the other side of the wall.
She was right there.
The realization gave Audrey a wicked idea. She felt slimy and creepy, but none of that stopped her. She reached above the toilet, towards the window that looked out over the backyard, and popped the clasp that held it shut. Using slow, slight movements she slid it along the track, careful not to make any noise, until it was open just enough that she could see outside. Changing position slightly, she saw Rose, standing at the barbecue and drinking a beer. The lust for her came rushing back. Now Audrey was free to stare at her tits and her tight little ass and her full, pouty, cocksucking lips and Rose would never know. Audrey had always found voyeurism to be a particular turn-on, but she had only watched videos of people being spied on, most of which were probably fake. Here, she was the voyeur, she was the one doing the spying, and it drove her wild. She tugged at her cock, forcefully, aggressively, as if she were daring herself to cum all over Rose’s bathroom. She squeezed her tits through her shirt, abusing her nipples, moaning through her teeth, which were sunk into her lip. Rose looked up and for a moment Audrey was afraid that she had been spotted, but Rose was just looking around innocently. The idea of getting caught made Audrey even hotter and it was what she needed to push her over the edge. She came, never taking her eyes off of Rose, the hot spunk splashing over her fingers and down onto the toilet and the floor. She didn’t care if she made a mess. She kept her eyes locked onto Rose as she felt her own seed drip through her fingers. She wanted Rose to know what she was doing, what she was thinking. She wanted to walk back outside just like this, her pants down, her semi-flaccid, cum-soaked cock swinging from side to side.
Of course, she couldn’t do that. That would be insane. Even if she hadn’t misjudged the situation and Rose was into her in some way, such a bold move could turn her off completely and do irreparable damage to their friendship. Looking down at her cock though, with the blood still pumping through and the fresh layer of spunk spread across it, she was too proud of the sight to let it go to waste. She bent forward and fished her phone out of her pants, which were sitting around her ankles. She opened her camera app and focused on her cock, framing the shot with the non-descript white wall in the background so that Rose wouldn’t immediately recognize her own bathroom, and took the shot. Audrey squealed with delight at how good the picture came out. She was proud of her cock. She saved the picture with the intent of sending it to Rose later that night. She wanted to send it to her now, and in fact her fingers almost did that very thing before she stopped herself.
“Soup’s on!” Rose shouted from outside. Audrey looked up and Rose was looking right at her. Audrey’s heart stopped for a moment, before she realized that even if Rose could see her, she couldn’t see anything suspicious, just a fraction of Audrey’s face with a look of dumb surprise on it. And that’s if she was looking at her at all, she might have just been shouting in the direction of the bathroom. Audrey laughed at herself as she cleaned up, squatting down to wipe the toilet bowl clean. She didn’t know why she was so paranoid. Even if she did get caught, excusing herself to go rub one out wouldn’t be a big deal. Rose would just laugh at her and it would become a funny story in the history of their friendship.
She supposed being so sexually pent up was to blame. She got crazy when she was horny, most people did. Now that she got it out of her system she could breathe free. As she walked through the back door and once again into the bright sunlight of the backyard, she saw Rose sitting at the table, two plates laid out with the steaks sitting on top of them. Her mind was pretty far removed from sex at that point, but the way Rose bent over her steak gave Audrey a nice glimpse at her cleavage and it wasn’t long before Audrey’s mind had taken yet another naughty turn. They sat and ate their steaks, talking about a lot of things, but not about sex. Audrey was once again consumed with thoughts of Rose’s naked, sweaty, throbbing body, but she pushed those thoughts down, feigned an innocent smile, and went on.
Rose hadn’t had sex for what felt like an eternity. In reality her dry run hadn’t even been going on that long, but Ryan and she had fucked so often when they were together that it made even a few sexless days feel like a month, and made a month feel like a year. Her sex drive was insatiable. She knew that, and she blamed her situation for why she was now lying in bed, in the dark, thinking about how good her best friend had looked in her tight little bikini top. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she thought of Audrey’s milky white tits. Audrey constantly poked fun at her pale skin, but Rose thought she looked perfect. She thought the contrast between her red hair and her creamy skin was beautiful, sexy, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind.
Then her phone buzzed, sending minute vibrations through the mattress. She picked it up and saw a messenger notification from a username she didn’t recognize. She opened up the picture and her eyes went wide at the sight of a thick, meaty cock covered in cum. It took her breath away. She was already naked and wet and the timing of the message felt serendipitous. She didn’t know who had sent it or if it was even intended for her, but it was just what she needed at that very moment. Should she respond? She couldn’t decide. She wanted to, she wanted to know who this beautiful cock belonged to and maybe strike up a conversation that led to something more, but she stopped herself for a variety of reasons. Maybe the picture wasn’t intended for her. Maybe it was a prank, a picture someone grabbed off the Internet. Maybe it was a serial killer hoping to lure her in and chop her into small pieces. No, she wouldn’t respond, but she would enjoy the picture.
She slid her hand between her legs and rubbed herself. She moaned and winced, her body twitching and her legs coming together and squeezing her hand.
“Oh god,” she muttered into the darkness. She stared at the picture, taking it in and committing it to memory, every nook and cranny of the magnificent erection. Her thumb tucked into her slit and found her clitoris, batting it around.
“Ooooooh,” she moaned, her full lips parting to let out her carnal sounds. Her eyes traced up and down the cock, the bead of cum sitting on the tip, the hand grabbing it at the base. The hand was delicate, maybe even feminine, and Rose found that oddly appealing. She liked rough, experienced hands, but she often found herself craving
a softer touch and she couldn’t help but think she’d like to feel these particular hands caressing her body.
She felt an orgasm peek out of its hiding place deep within her body and she moved faster, rubbing her clit aggressively and with a purpose, trying to coax the orgasm out. As it came over her she had to toss the phone away. She snapped her eyes shut and, with her free hand, squeezed her thigh. It hurt, but she couldn’t help it. This was the moment where her entire body shook, her every movement seemingly involuntary.
“Oh god!” she screamed. Then she came, fluid rushing out of her, squirting onto her bedsheet. “Fuuuuuuuck!” Her mouth opened wide, heavy breaths rushing in and out. Her hands shook as she came down, afraid to touch her delicate pussy. She rested them on her stomach, spreading her juices across her skin, and felt her midsection rise and lower as her breaths returned to normal. She didn’t move, didn’t shift positions at all, just drifted off to sleep, the picture of that cock still present in her mind.
Audrey sat back on the couch, her phone clutched in her fingers so tightly she might shatter the damn thing. Why wasn’t Rose responding? It was driving her nuts. She had high hopes of a sexy little back and forth, maybe even some nudes, but she was crazy to think that Rose would interact with an anonymous potential stalker. Audrey was so consumed with lust that she was hardly thinking straight. She tossed her phone onto the couch next to her and slouched down further, letting out a frustrated sigh. This was hell.
***
Audrey’s fist bounced off the aluminum frame that encased the screen door and a moment later Rose appeared.
“You don’t have to knock,” Rose said as she pushed the screen open.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Audrey shook her head as she pushed past Rose into the house. She was still confused, still overwhelmed. This was her best friend, a woman whom at one point she felt more comfortable around than anyone in the world, and now her desire made being around Rose pure torture. She had never felt this way about someone. Not the attraction, she’d felt that before, but the unattainable nature of it. To put it bluntly, Audrey was used to getting what she wanted. Rose was her Holy Grail and she’d never get her hands on it.