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Getting Comfortable

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I’m lying in bed mid-afternoon daydreaming trying to catch forty winks after a gruelling nightshift, almost deliriously tired but still can’t seem to drift off to sleep. I feel wired, buzzed, but I can’t quite put my finger on why. I try putting my finger downstairs to relieve some tension but even orgasmic release seems to be just beyond me at the moment. It’s just then, with one hand down my panties and one playing with my breast that I hear a knock on the door.

I know I should ignore it. That’s the nightshift discipline. Ignore daytime visitors or you’ll end up paying for it at the nursing station.

Nevertheless I throw on some tracksuit pants and a t-shirt and stumble downstairs. Just after the bell rings a third time my hand reached the doorknob. I open the door just as my visitor seems to be giving up and turning away. I am pleasantly surprised to see a very round firm posterior with a pair of nicely slender yet rounded legs supporting it. Legs have to be fit to support an ass like that! Even in jeans it was obvious this young girl was well put together. She turns to me and in my fatigued state it feels like she’s moving in slow motion. Clutching several magazines to her ample bosom her body seems to sway for balance as she turns adding an extra toss to her head to keep her long dark hair from her face. How pretty! She is all oval faced, pixie nosed, dark eyed, olive skinned sweetness. My breath can’t help but catch in my throat.

“Excuse me ma’am,” she says, smiling nervously, “I hope this isn’t a bad time. My name’s Samantha and I’m in the neighbourhood offering subscriptions to some popular magazines and I was hoping I could spend a few minutes showing you our collection.”

No sooner had she started speaking than I was grabbing her by the hand and practically dragging her inside. She finished the last part of her spiel more than a little bemused as I closed the door behind her, tempted to lock it and swallow the key. I was thinking that spending even a few minutes with this gorgeous girl would be enough to fuel my masturbatory fantasies and get me the relief I so sorely needed. If I had to buy a magazine or two at this stage I didn’t really care.

“I’m Isabel, please sit down honey. Can I get you something to drink?” She accepted a glass of water and in no time we were seated together on the couch perusing the magazine set laid out on the coffee table. I took every opportunity to steal a glance down her very short jacket or when she leaned far enough forward I caught the occasional glimpse of frilly pink panties down the back of her jeans. I was so tired my inhibitions were lowered to the point of being non-existent and I took so many liberties it was a miracle she didn’t catch on.

Young Samantha seemed extremely grateful for the opportunity to actually get past the door with a potential customer. Apparently her morning had been pretty slow. Not too many takers for women’s fashion and gossip rags round these parts. Apparently the occasional guy had invited her in, but they weren’t so much into the magazines as they were into the lovely purveyor. I felt a little guilty when she said that, emphasis on ‘little’. I may not be into guys myself, but guys and I did have some proclivities in common.

“So which one would you like?” she asked after a time. I had narrowed it down to three possibilities, a trashy celebrity gossip magazine, something about homes and gardens and a sexy lingerie catalogue.

I fingered the lingerie catalogue delicately as though trying to decide. If I was going to subscribe to anything it to humor this girl I would at least get something of value to myself. But I didn’t want to decide just yet. I wanted some more quality time with Samantha before she disappeared from my life to wherever she came from.

“Not sure, honey, just let me have another look for a bit, ok? If you don’t mind waiting around with me, that is?” I asked smiling.

“Sure take your time, I’m enjoying myself anyway. Better than door knocking that’s for sure. My supervisor wouldn’t appreciate it, always telling us to hustle, but she’s a bitch. Oh God did I just say that?” Samantha covered her mouth surprised at herself waiting for my reaction.

Up until this point I had been the quintessential cordial hostess, nothing blue passing my lips. I grabbed the opportunity to make a connection with Samantha and put her at ease, “Oh please, whose supervisor isn’t a bitch? I’ve been nursing for fifteen years and head nurses are as bitchy as they come!”

Samantha giggled, visibly relaxing. Totally on impulse, I continued, “Hell I don’t mind if you stay here this afternoon. I’ll buy a bunch of magazines and you can tell your boss it was a slow day. She’s hardly gonna fire you with a few sales under your belt.” What was I thinking? I needed sleep not a an afternoon wasted on the pipe dream of imagining getting into the pants of some teenage hottie probably still in high school.

Thankfully she turned me down. “No I couldn’t really. I’m supposed to reach a quota of houses and besides, I only really want people to buy a magazine if they really want it?” Is that why you wear that tight top under that jacket then, so people will look at the magazines? I thought.

“C’mon, how’s she gonna find out?” What was I saying? Sleep dammit. You need sleep. “I’ll fix us some drinks and we can share some girl talk.” I started making my way to the kitchen.

“But the magazines,” she protested feebly. “My job…”

“Oh don’t worry I’ll buy a few. I definitely want that one.” She was holding the lingerie catalogue. “Besides, you shouldn’t be working this door to door job, with your looks you should be in that magazine. Hell I’m sure any magazine would sell if you were in it!” I had my back to her when I made that last remark so I didn’t see her immediate reaction. The tiredness was making me bolder than usual.

When I returned with a wine and soda for both of us I half expected her to have run away. Instead she was just where I left her, sitting pensively on the edge of the couch with her knees drawn up together, almost like she was side saddle on a horse. Without looking up at me she took the proffered drink and sipped at it absently then quickly placed it down on the table grimacing. “Alcohol! I shouldn’t be drinking on the job.”

“But I thought you were going to stay here with me for a bit,” I countered.

“C’mon, I don’t want to be the only one and besides it’s just one drink.” God what was I, a college boy on the make? I was so dazed from tiredness I was allowing my seductress’ instincts free reign, and on some level that I didn’t care about right then I knew I should feel deeply ashamed. All that I could really register was that I had actually gotten this girl to consider sticking around and that she had taken her first sip. The adrenaline alone was boosting my alertness levels no end, but my inhibitions were still way down. I picked up the drink and handed it to her. “I won’t tell if you won’t, deal?”

“Ok, one drink,” she said smiling nervously. Her eyelashes batted nicely when she was nervous. What was there to be nervous about around little ol’ me? Ah yes, the lingerie comment. I wonder what she thinks about that. I start hoping we’ll get to that topic, but with the greater alertness I was feeling came greater caution. This whole encounter was so surreal I was beginning to wonder if this might turn into something more than a pipe dream after all.

“So why are you doing this job Miss Samantha? You don’t seem totally into it if I may say.”

“Argh,” she sighed, “Parents! As if I don’t have enough to worry about with my last year of high school. The say a job will build character and it was either this or flipping burgers, and there’s no way I’m working in a greasy fast food joint.”

Ok so she’s a little snobby, I thought, remembering my time at McDonalds. But she was way too cute for me to worry about minor character flaws. I for one had no desire to complain as she downed more than half of her drink rather quickly. I had barely touched mine.

“Your folks may be right for now, but what do you want to do with your life beyond this and school then?” Was that too preachy? She didn’t seem to mind the question but she was less than thrilled to answer.

“You mentioned I should do modelling before,” Samantha said with the slightest trace of a blush. “I’d love to do that. I even went to an agency before taking this job, but they told me I was too short. They said the big breasted, big assed Latina look was for pop stars and Men’s magazines, not the fashion world. They gave me a number but I threw it away. I can’t sing and I’m hardly porn star material.” Oh I don’t know about that dear, you can star in my feature any time.

“That’s such a shame! You’re gorgeous, but I suppose fashion is about the clothes and your assets might be a bit…distracting.”

“You mean my ass!” Samantha blurted, giggling. I joined in the laughter.

“That’s exactly what I mean, hell your ass is distracting me even with you sitting on it!” God I’m still blurting things out, and tapping her knee it seems, but it occurred to me that if Samantha knew my intentions or was really skittish she probably would have bolted by now. Still giggling she did look at me a little confused, but I paid her no mind and went to refill her glass.

“Hey I said one drink!” she called out, not too forcefully.

“I know, dear, but if I fill it before you finish then you’re still drinking your first one.” This lame rationalization appeared to satisfy her. She took her refill without much ado, and as I settled back into my corner of the couch and tucked my feet up, she likewise leaned back.

“Hey, kick your shoes off honey, make yourself at home. Really, I have all day and I hardly ever have company of an afternoon.” She complied slowly, as if thinking her way through it, but drew her feet, clad in white socks, up onto the couch as I had mine.

We chatted amiably for a while about this and that, about her studies and my nursing, about magazine sales and future prospects. Halfway through her third refill, I took the plunge and asked her about boys.

“No one special,” she sighed. “I’ve been on a few dates, but guys are pretty gropy. There’s too much expectation. My friends are way more experienced than I am, I’ve slept with like, one guy, but my friends aren’t raised as Catholically as I am. Is that even a word?” She giggled.

“What, Catholically, I think so.” A Catholic school girl, sigh. “So what do your friends get up to,” I asked, sensing that she was being more responsive. “Forgive an old broad like me for asking, but it’s been a while since high school dating for me and it’s nice to live vicariously through something other than Dawson’s Creek once in a while.”

“Um, you don’t seem that old!” I told her I was thirty-six. “No way! I thought you were like, twenty-six or something, not, old old. Not twice my age anyway!” Um, I decided to let that slide and kept on smiling with my teeth. She looked up as though drawing from memory, “Well I have this one friend, Jane, and she once made out with two guys at the same time. They like, took turns on her right in front of everyone. They left the party together and I don’t know what happened after that. I shudder to think. Oh, and I have these two friends, Cassie and Carly, both blonde’s blondes and a week ago they both like, I can hardly even say it, frenched each other for nearly a minute on a dare. I haven’t been able to look at them straight since.”

I was blonde, blue-eyed and, well, it’s a good thing I’m not easily offended. I let her continue. She mentioned a few other tales but nothing as interesting as her blonde friends.

“Wilder than Dawson’s Creek at least. Thanks for sharing.” I thought I’d press her just a little bit. “So Cassie and Carly, are they girl’s girls as well as blonde’s blondes?”

She looked at me a bit sheepishly. “They say they’re not, but the way they were kissing, I’m not sure. And I see them touching each other sometimes. It looks like nothing, but after that kiss maybe I’m seeing things.” I thought she said she couldn’t look at them after. This girl was becoming something of a blip on my gaydar.

“Sounds like you’ve studied them pretty closely…” I added, trailing off, seeing where she would go.

“Well, it was hard not to look, like watching a slow motion car crash.” Samantha said, her breathing a little quicker now and a rosy hue touching her caramel skinned cheeks as she relived the moment her friends kissed each other.

“Why couldn’t you look at them after?” I was staring straight at her now. I was tired, buzzed, horny, intrigued and now solely intent on wooing little Miss Samantha right out of her tight jeans. She was looking straight ahead, on some level aware of my intense gaze.

“I don’t know, it just made me uncomfortable I guess…” Her chest rose and fell quite deeply. My own breath was unconsciously beginning to match hers.

“Uncomfortable how?” I asked innocently, but shifting closer so that my foot was touching hers. I am absolutely one hundred percent sure she noticed this move. Without moving her head, her eyes surreptitiously focussed on my foot.

“Is this conversation making you uncomfortable?” She looked me in the eye at that moment, startled. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” She nodded her head yes, speechless.

“Is it the same uncomfortable you get when you think about Cassie kissing Carly.” She lowered her eyes, blushing deeply. I was right next to her now. She could feel my breath on her cheek. I took the drink from her hand, which dropped passively to her side. This was really happening! “Being aroused isn’t about being comfortable darling,” I whispered in her ear, letting my tongue trace the edge and biting her earlobe. “It’s about being moist,” I kissed her cheek, “and warm,” her nose, her eyes, “like a mouth,” I kissed her lips delicately, “or a tongue,” I snaked my tongue between her lips and she let out the most delicious, almost pained sigh, “it’s about being hard,” I invaded her jacket and slipped my hand over a breast to flick a wonderfully erect nipple straining against her cotton shirt, “and hot,” I kissed her some more, smiling as I did so, really letting my tongue delve slowly and languorously into her mouth. She responded with the most subtle movement of her lips, on the cusp of kissing me back. “You can only really get comfortable,” I drawled, lapping at her neck as she reflexively craned to receive my mouth on her throat, “by letting all that heat out.”

She was panting by this stage, her worried face betraying also her blossoming arousal. “Are you ‘uncomfortable’ baby?” I crooned.

“Yes,” she breathed in response.

“Then let’s get comfortable together,” I said taking her by the hand and guiding her to her feet.

She was right about being too short to be a model. We stood there kissing, with me bending down and practically swallowing her open mouth. She just tilted her head back and let my tongue delve deeply. Her hands rested passively on my hips whilst mine roamed freely over her generous curves, those hips, those breasts, that ‘oh my god’ ass! I turned her around and pointed her in the direction of my bedroom. She smiled shyly and scooted her ass forward as I tried to grab it. But I still controlled her with one arm around her shoulders from behind. We mock wrestled like this on our way to our destination.

She turned around when we reached the bedroom door, staring at me meaningfully. She had never done this before. She was nervous, but horny. I promised her with a look that I would understand that. My look also told her just how much I wanted her. My urgent kisses got the message across even better still. She continued to kiss me back with increasing reciprocity. We were practically eating each other’s faces by the time Samantha’s knees hit the back of my bed and she drifted backwards. I guided her fall with the back of my hand, coming to rest on top of her with my knee between her legs.

Her breasts were magnificent pressing tightly against her shirt, but I wanted to open this present already. The jacket was gone in an instant. Then I went for the first button of her shirt like a sex starved schoolgirl, making a meal of it in my addled state. Samantha smiled shyly again and gently removed my hands. Slowly, watching her hands the whole time, she unbuttoned one, then two, then finally all of her buttons from top to bottom, until all that was left to reveal her bra clad treasures was to part the cotton material. My hands dipped forward in an inverted prayer position then spread out to the sides, palms pressing against my beauty’s exquisitely smooth, slightly rounded belly, spreading her shirt open. Those breasts, so high and full and firm, positively bursting from her bra in her aroused state, begged to be touched. She giggle as I sent her shirt sailing across the room, and moments later, and I unhooked her bra from behind much more skilfully, letting her roll to the side slightly so my hands could gain access.

Breasts like these were made to be worshipped. Whoever said more than a handful was a waste had NO idea what they were talking about. Samantha blushed as I took in the sight, a little titillated by my obvious gawking. I scooped her right breast in both hands and laved the flesh with my tongue, avoiding her nipple for a while then sucking it deeply back into my throat. Samantha moaned and gasped with the attention, which I duly gave to her other breast in equal measure.

After several minutes of this Samantha’s young body was positively writhing underneath me and her hands were wreathed in my medium length hair. When I felt her hands beginning to explore further, first up and down my back, then underneath my loose t-shirt to caress the sides of my freely swaying breasts, I knew she was ready to go another level. Barely skipping a beat I cast my t-shirt away, sitting up straight above her, letting her take in the sight of another woman’s breasts, not so big as her own, but proud, aroused, and ready for her attention. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and apprehension, so I took her hands and placed them over my tits, squeezing my breasts with her hands. I then returned my hands to her breasts as her hands remained on my own, cupping them tentatively. I was looking her straight in the eye as I fondled her freely. “C’mon baby, play with them. Do to them what you do to your own breasts in the dark when no one is watching. When you’re thinking about Cassie or Carly, or maybe both,” I added with a naughty raised eyebrow and a wink. Samantha’s olive skin turned maroon at my kinky suggestions, but she started stroking my breasts with great enthusiasm for the task. She must like playing with her breasts I thought, because she seems to know her way around mine.

“Oh that’s nice,” I let out as she gently pinched my nipples. “Is that for Cassie, or Carly?”

“Neither, it’s for you,” Samantha said earnestly, tugging me down by my arms for a kiss. She seemed almost choked with emotion. We devoured each other’s lips then, partaking in an extended makout session, until at one point a jolt of electricity seemed to spark between us. For a moment we shared a look, and I realised we had both felt it, then we returned to the kissing to chase that spark with renewed passion, still fondling and caressing each other’s breasts as best we could with our bodies mashed together.

Before long I rolled so that Samantha was on top of me, her legs ironically between mine in missionary position. Ironic because I was the one normally in between my lover’s legs. I unzipped her jeans and while they were in this loosened state I was able to inveigle my hands down her pants to cup her gorgeous ass over her thin cotton panties. If her breasts were more than a handful, then each cheek of her ass made me wish I had four hands, but I did my best to grab that ‘back’ that was smooth and firm in the way that only youth and great genes can provide. I revelled in the feel as her jeans and panties began to slip together bit by bit down her legs. Somehow, Samantha was at the point where she was finally kicking them off, left only in her white socks. It was a simple matter for me to kick off my tracksuit pants and panties, leaving both of us naked (except for Samantha’s socks).

Side by side we kissed for what seemed an eternity. Sometimes I held her face and tenderly kissed her. Other times I frantically mauled her body and clutched her to me. Samantha was mostly passive for a while, becoming a little more reticent in her newly naked state. Other times she kissed with equal fervour, even letting her hands caress my own firm butt cheeks, which while not as firm as hers, still had the resilience of a thirty something former gymnast.

Manoeuvring Samantha onto her back, I placed her hands on the bedrail behind her. I brought her knees up until her feet were flat on the bed then pushed her thighs apart so that the soles of her feet were pressed together. Kneeling between her legs, I examined her pussy in detail. Thick pubic hair was clearly matted and moulded to her outer lips. Her inner lips fluttered with arousal, a darker brown than the rest of her, yet with a hint of the pinkness inside. I parted those lips with my thumbs staring first inside her wet girlhood, then up into Samantha’s heavily lidded dark eyes. I maintained eye contact as I bent forward, watching her reaction. Samantha tensed and readied herself for the inevitable touch of my mouth on her pussy, closing her eyes tightly at the last second. At that moment, I placed my open mouth on her inner thigh instead, watching her eyes shoot open in surprise, then they closed less tightly as she furrowed her brow and sighed with the pleasure. I switched to her other thigh then, teasing her, and she began to writhe with the feeling like a trapped animal biting the left half of her lower lip. She looked ‘uncomfortable’.

Finally, I paused, waiting for her eyes to open again. Then, quite deliberately, I lewdly poked out my tongue well before reaching my target and let it slip ever so deeply between her distended lips. Delicious! Her head shot back and she grasped the railing behind her. Her hips thrust forward bringing my nose in contact with her clit, which caused her to buck away and jerk her body sideways. She was so close to coming it was almost funny, but I very seriously swathed her hardened clit with my tongue, plying her with every trick I had ever learned at the many vaginas I had eaten before. I loved pussy, and this one was dripping with sweetness. I added first one finger, and she clamped on it so tightly and reacted so profoundly that I added another. It wasn’t long before Samantha was screaming my name and gasping for breath her pussy walls rhythmically contracting around my fingers and my face being flooded with her thick cream.

She curled up in a ball as she came down from her orgasm, shuddering and whimpering like a baby. She even had tears in her eyes which I kissed away as I held her close. “You’ve been wanting that for a long time haven’t you baby?” I didn’t need to hear her answer. She had come like a starving creature getting its first meal. She had been starving for a woman’s touch no doubt.

Samantha surprised me then by pushing me nervously but intently onto my back. She had eyes only for my pussy as she bent forward across my stomach and breathed in my scent. I just lay there, letting her explore. Her first gentle touches down there set me on fire. “What do you do down there in the dark? How do you play with yourself?” I asked her. She answered by parting my lips with two fingers of one hand and stroking my clitoris with one finger from the other, first circling it gently then caressing the underside up and down. “Oh God,” I squealed, “You do that so well. Fuck!”

She was on all fours beside me now, her ass next to my shoulder. Pulling my arm out from underneath her I grabbed that meaty ass with my hand. I curled the fingers of my other hand into her hair, urging her forward. She took the hint and her mouth fell on my vagina, eagerly, if inexpertly lapping at my centre, occasionally touching my clit by accident. When she reached my clit the fourth time I gave her butt a reassuring squeeze to let her know I liked it, then a slap when she trailed away. She quickly learned to train her attention on my clit and had me purring and moaning in all kinds of pleasure.

I fingered her in return, plugging her frothing pussy with three fingers now, enjoying the freedom this position gave me with her nether regions. Before she was even aware of it, I began to circle her asshole with the tip of my pinky finger. This got a reaction. She immediately stopped what she was doing, but not to stop me, more to concentrate on the feeling, to see if she liked it. I kept up the pressure, and she seemed to be fighting her responses. In moments, however, a slow keening whine started coming out of her. She arched her back as if to urge me on. Taking my fingers from her dripping vagina I touched my well lubricated index finger to her pouting rosebud. This was something even more experienced lovers baulked at, but I trusted my reading of Samantha’s responses and added pressure anyway. Pushing prodding, circling, I finally began penetrating that tight orifice with my rigid finger.

Regaining control of the situation, I took the back of Samantha’s head in my hand once more and pushed her lips to my clit. Samantha’s moans sounded like humming, so deeply was she engrossed in worshipping my cunt, and her ass pushed back rhythmically onto the finger which was now fully embedded in her tight ring.

My orgasm was without doubt the most earth shattering, toe curling, mind blowing, experience I had ever had. I kept her head fixed between my legs throughout, even as my hips spasmed and jerked roughly into her face. The stimulation she was providing down there added to the mental rush of penetrating her sweet derriere. It was a heady mixture that overwhelmed me on every level. As I lay there recovering, I opened my eyes to see Samantha looking down on me, brushing the sweat slicked hair back from my face. “That was beautiful,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I never knew it would be like this. I can’t believe we just did this.”

“Would it be easier to believe if we did it again?” I chuckled. Samantha smiled at me through her tears and hugged me tightly.

“Thankyou!” She cried. “I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t know how this happened, but it’s wonderful. I feel so…”

“Comfortable?” I interjected with a smile.

“Well, I’m still not entirely ‘comfortable’, if you know what I mean…” This was a turnaround. Now my lovely was practically asking for what she could barely talk about an hour ago.

“Y’know, there’s more we can do together if you’re up for it.” I raised my eyebrow suggestively.

She looked at me with honest emotion, “I think I’d do just about anything you want right now. I mean, jeez, you just had your finger, like, I can’t believe you did that! I can’t believe I let you!”

“Let me? You can’t believe you loved it you little minx! With an ass like that I’m surprised it hasn’t gotten more attention.”

“Well, I’ve had sex, but I’ve never really been that ‘intimate’ with someone before.” Samantha said simply.

“How do you define sex, my dear?” I asked, leading the conversation.

“Well, penis meets vagina. What did you think I meant?” Samantha giggled. She seemed surprised at herself talking so casually about sex.

“If that’s sex, would you like to have ‘sex’ with me?”

“Um, you don’t really have the equipment Isabel.” Samantha spoke as though I had said something silly and she was lecturing an errant child, though it was far from silly, and she was far from correct.

“Do you trust me, Samantha?”

“I think so,” she replied. “I mean, this has taken a lot of trust for me. More trust than I’ve given anyone.” She seemed to think about it some more. “Yes, yes I do,” she said finally.

“Then if you could have ‘sex’ with me, Samantha, would you?” I was holding her close and kissing her now. “Would you baby?” I had a sense that sex talk turned her on. I bet one day she’ll be a dirty talking tigress. “Not that we didn’t just have sex, but if I had a cock, would you let me put my cock in your pussy? Would you let me fuck you? Mmm I bet you’d love that baby. You’d love it wouldn’t you. A little tart like you would probably take it in the ass, wouldn’t you.” I had my hand between her legs and she was juicing up nicely.

She nodded her head in the affirmative and made a muffled ‘mmhmm’ sound into my kisses, but when I mentioned her ass she gave a little strangled yelp. Nevertheless she juiced up even more if that was possible.

“Do you trust me baby?”

More of that ‘mmhmm’ sound. I turned her on to her side and spooned her from behind, rubbing my finger against her asshole and squeezing her breasts.

“Then let me fuck you. Let me go deep inside you. Stay still for a moment.” I rolled to the side and opened my bedside drawer with one hand and held her in place with the other, massaging her shoulders gently. She was such an innocent. She had no idea how one girl could fuck another. It was like she had never even heard of the internet. Christ, you can barely do a Google search without coming across two girls and a strapon.

With practiced ease I strapped the harness to my waist. I thought briefly of the doctors, nurses, lawyers, teachers, housewives, receptionists, the bakery shop checkout girl and the many more others that had been on the receiving end of this dildo, but until now I never really appreciated what the gym teacher who gave this dildo to me all those many years ago must have been feeling when she first got into my leotard. Though she had taught me all about what it was like to be on the receiving end of this thing, the first time she had me wear it so she could see me fuck my cute little training partner, she knew which role I was made for. I should really call her and thank her. She was still on my Christmas card list.

Samantha was still facing away from me, purring from my shoulder massage. The dildo attached to my harness was no small thing, but this girl, oh this girl was a firecracker once she got going and I was determined to set her off again. I eased up behind her, snuggling under the covers, carefully keeping my hips away from her. Don’t want to spook her. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, between her shoulder blades. I swooped down low and while she lay on her side I ran my tongue between her gorgeous butt valley, stopping to savour the piquant taste of her tight asshole. I scooped further with my tongue, burrowing inside her ass, frenching it the way I imagined Cassie must have frenched Carly. I could hear her giggle and sigh girlishly from my attentions, but after a while she began pushing her ass back to take more of my tongue inside her. I thought briefly of how lucky I had been this afternoon, grabbing her ass with both hands and spreading her wider still.

Though I could have worshipped the work of art that was Samantha’s behind for forty days and forty nights, I had other things in mind. On some level I knew my body was still tired, but the adrenaline surge I got at the thought of taking this sweet teenager with the impossibly round ass had me feeling ready to take on the world.

Spooning closer to her this time, I returned attention to her neck. She tried to turn back so she could kiss me, but I kept her facing forwards with gentle resistance. Then, the moment of truth came. I gradually edged my hips closer to her until she could feel the hard plastic dildo wedging between her ass cheeks and against her lower back.

“What…is…that?” said Samantha anxiously.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you. Now is your chance sweetheart.” I tongued her ear and gave a little pump of my hips.

“But, what is it? I mean, it feels big.” She was reaching back to touch it. She wrapped her little hand over the top of the head. “Will it even fit?” Right question honey. We’ve gone from discussing whether or not to how.

“Let’s see. Under the right circumstances, it can fit inside a pussy or whatever. I’m game for whatever you are.” I gave her no chance to respond took her hand from the apparatus and let her feel the straps attached to my hips. I then brought her hand up over her breast, covering her hand with my own and squeezing firmly. I dipped my hips lower and slipped the head of the dildo between her thighs. I lifted her leg from beneath her knee and after some small adjustments, placed the head of my fake cock at her opening. She complied with every unspoken gesture, clearly committing herself. I was really about to fuck this gorgeous girl on a lazy weekday afternoon. Surreal!

“Hmmm,” I couldn’t help but let out my pleasure. The moment was so erotic. I attached my mouth to the back of Samantha’s slender neck and pushed up with my hips. My back rounded out and I had to jog and bump gently against her for what seemed like an eternity. I threw caution to the wind and began a single long firm push upwards. I felt Samantha tense up but kept pushing anyway, sensing the moment was near. Then as I was straining against her, I felt her tight opening give way. Samantha hunched forward with the penetration and I rounded with her, spooning her tightly. After giving her a few moments to adjust I applied gentle pressure to the small of her back so that she knew to arch her back and thrust her breasts forward. I then had room to lean back somewhat and grab hold of her hips.

Still we lay on our sides as I subtly pumped into her in small movements that got bigger as her vaginal walls stretched to accommodate the largest thing that had ever gained entry. Before long, my little pumps smoothed out into longer strokes, which turned into long deep thrusts. My lovely was trembling in tune with the butterflies in my stomach. On one of those forays inwards, I felt her ass meet my flat tummy. I must be breaching her womb, I thought.

I still wanted more. Grabbing her hips and pulling with all my might, my stomach pressed against her ass flesh and I went deeper still. Samantha seemed to know just what I was doing and reached back with both hands. It was a little awkward on her side, but she managed to grab both her impossibly fine ass cheeks and spread them completely apart. My she had come a long way in a short time! This enabled the final inch of the dildo to bury itself inside, completely impaling her. Her ass had been cushioning her from that last little bit. Samantha moaned long and deep, whining and panting from the exertion. I imagined that if she had seen how big the dildo was she would have died from the shock. As it was I knew she was in another world.

“That’s it, baby,” I told her, “Keep yourself open for me.”

It took a lot of strength in this position, but I was a woman possessed as I began to firmly pound into Samantha’s beautiful body. I had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip delighting in the feel and sound of my hips smacking into her ass over and over again. Samantha’s peals of delight fuelled my insistent thrusting. The muscles of her back became sinuous as she strained and pulled, but eventually it was too much. She released her hold on those globes and I could see her body tense, about to relax in that rhythmic contraction that a woman enjoys as she climaxes. I moulded myself to her and acting on instinct she reached back over her shoulder to hold the back of my head.

My clit was burning beneath the leather harness which had been rubbing against me throughout and drawing me closer to my own orgasm. Samantha got there first, however, and she, I don’t know how to describe it, ‘opened’ like a flower in full bloom straining to the sun, then her head lolled to rest on the pillow serenely even as her body thrashed and hunched and she panted and moaned in unabashed pleasure.

As she lay there whimpering, I extricated the dildo from her swollen vagina, then slipped its slickened length between her ass cheeks and against her back applying gentle frottage within the cleft. I snuggled up to and revelled in the pliant warmth of her afterglow. “That was amazing Samantha. I’ve never seen anyone come like that.” I honestly hadn’t. It was heart wrenchingly sweet the way she had laid her head there contentedly while her body enjoyed its greatest pleasure.

She remained on her side and I let her stay in her own mental space for a moment. After a time she turned her head back slightly to speak. “Thankyou, Isabel. I’m feeling pretty ‘comfortable’ now. How about you, did you, y’know, get ‘comfortable’ too?” I found it incredibly cute that she still talked in sex code even with a dildo covered in her juices frotting up and down her ass.

“Not exactly, but I came pretty close.” In reality, I was extremely ‘uncomfortable’. I wanted to come while fucking her, but we missed each other by just a few thrusts and I was left wanting.

“What would it take?” she asked.

“What would what take?” God I must be tired to be this slow on the uptake.

“You know, how do you want to, come? How can I help?” She giggled a bit as she asked this. I liked this dish, ‘giver with a great ass twist’, served hot. I liked her a lot.

“You don’t want to know,” I told her. I wondered what she would think if she knew what was running through my head. I couldn’t get the thought out of there.

“After a comment like that you can hardly not tell me and I swear I am not leaving until you do.” She was adamant, and by the way she was squirming it seemed she was getting aroused again.

“Now I’m torn. If it means you’ll never leave then I’m not sure I do want to tell you.” Samantha rolled over until we were facing each other and touched her forehead to mine tenderly. It was a lovely, sweet moment, filled with promise and we sealed it by touching just our lips together, breathing each other’s scent deeply.

Samantha broke the silence, drawing the covers over our heads and speaking nose to nose with me under the sheets, “I don’t know if other girls are this easily distracted by your sweet talk, but don’t think you’re getting out of it this easily. You want to come and I want to, like, help.” She was full of surprises this one. I liked her a lot. I think I mentioned that already.

I took a devil-may-care approach. I was still so out of it with tiredness that I felt I could say anything. I decided to treat this moment as though it would never come again. As though I would never see her again. After all, she could only say no, and it would hardly dampen what had thus far been the greatest afternoon of my life. “Ok, but promise not to leave just because I want to do wicked things to your ass with this dildo.”

“You’re kidding me right?” She drew back to see if I was joking. “I mean, it’s, like, it’s too big right?” Right question again, sweetheart, not whether or not but how.

“I’m not kidding, darling, I really want you to promise.” I reached back and gave her ass a slap as if testing its strength. I decided to push the envelope, kneading her buttocks thoroughly as I ratcheted up her arousal. “Besides, you’d be surprised what you can handle if you’re in the right mood. Are you in the right mood, baby? I think you are. I think the whole idea has you out of your mind with curiosity and you’d regret walking out of here without at least giving it a try.” I used my fingers to test her downstairs and it was clear she was adding a fresh run of juices to those drying around her cunt and inner thighs. My God, she was like a faucet down there. “You’re so wet Samantha! Just go with it baby. I’ll make us both feel real good.” As I spoke these words I slipped my finger between her ass cheeks, running it up and down and pressing firmly against her rosebud. The entire area was wet with our secretions.

I placed my right hand on the front of her left shoulder and pushed gently. Samantha allowed herself to be rolled onto her back, her eyes on mine the whole time, nervous but trusting. I trailed that hand across her breasts, lingering on her treasures and playing with her nipples briefly. The mere sight of those breasts made me forget her ass for a moment, but soon I was placing my right hand under her right shoulder and coaxing her back onto her side. She kept eye contact with me until she had rolled too far forward, and allowed her head to drop submissively.

I admired her shapely back and delicate shoulder blades before I pointed the dildo directly at her centre then ran it up and down her ass cleavage. Every time the dildo ventured across her asshole I allowed it to dip forward, testing the waters, so to speak. She allowed these liberties without question, clearly wanting to please me. “Stick your finger in your ass, baby. I want to see you get a little nasty.” I was voicing my thoughts without thinking, lost in the moment. Tentatively, Samantha reached back and started fondling her crack with her index finger.

“Like that?” she asked me.

“Do you like that, honey?” I prompted.

“It feels weird, but I think I like doing it. I like that you’re enjoying the show at least.” My, my I had an exhibitionist on my hands.

“In that case, I’d like to see you stick that finger in there.” My cunt was positively drooling at the sight of that slim digit curling into and opening up her ass. “Now a bit of in and out action.” I added a happy little slap. She complied, straightening the finger and sliding deep before drawing it out. “Put another one in there honey. Get ready for me.” With a grunt she added a second finger. Her hand moved a little slower back and forth from the resistance, but after a few pumps she picked up speed again. “That’s right baby, put on a show for me.” I knew in the back of my mind that for every first timer like Samantha there were a hundred experienced lesbians and straight girls out there who had had many partners that wouldn’t dream of putting on a display like this for someone they just met a couple of hours ago. I was thankful at that moment for Samantha’s naiveté.

I fingered myself to a mini orgasm beneath the harness in time enjoying Samantha’s lewd display immensely, but ultimately I wanted to come while buried inside her. I touched Samantha’s hand and she moved her fingers aside. Replacing her fingers with the large head of the dildo, I made sure to swath it in lubricating juices from her flooded pussy to ease its passage. Even I didn’t know if she could take it, but though I didn’t want to hurt Samantha, I definitely wanted ‘in’.

This took much longer than getting inside her pussy. I rubbed, prodded, pushed, cajoled, coaxed, fingered, licked and widened her asshole for at least twenty minutes. At one point Samantha asked if I wanted to give up and try something else, but I would have none of it. If she was willing to let me try I was willing to keep trying. She even started giggling when I swore in frustration. “You must really want my ass,” she laughed. For distracting me, I smacked her ass a little harder than I intended so I could keep my focus on that target. She yelped and sighed, arching her back and pushing her big butt towards me. I made sure the dildo was in place once more, and abandoned the softly, softly approach. With all the attention I’d given her ass if it wasn’t ready now it never would be and I found that prospect unacceptable. I now assumed that she was ready, willing AND able.

I finally rolled her onto her stomach and put a pillow beneath her hips so I could put my full weight on the dildo. As they say, this did the trick. Finally, FINALLY, I felt her tight ring give way to the plastic head. I leant my weight on the base of the cock allowing my body to press freely into it. Samantha gripped the bed sheets tightly, ripping out the expertly placed hospital corners as she strained mightily. She let out an inhuman series of grunts as her sphincter gave ground to the large intruder. I couldn’t help but gasp as I realised what was happening. I was taking her ass! The eventual entrance was as swift as the preceding struggle was long. Fortunately Samantha had been so prepared that the entry was not as painful as it might have been. Still, the teenager felt very uncomfortable in the initial entry stage, and took several minutes of heavy, heated panting to come to terms with having such a large hard invader stretching her butt.

Yes! I cheered inside, eyes wide with the thrill of seeing Samantha’s virgin ass take my dildo. I even came again, just holding still inside her, and my little spasms seemed to cause some pleasure to Samantha, who was sprawled lewdly on her stomach biting one knuckle and grabbing her ass with her other hand. At first she had used that hand to slow my advance, but now it rested on her ass then curiously pawed at the stalk of the dildo sticking out of her.

“Oh Shit!” she whimpered over and over. She was in mental overload. I was almost beyond worry about Samantha at that stage. I was hungry for my own climax. I was hungry for every part of this gorgeous girl. We were both in our own worlds but completely in unison at the same time. Slowly I pushed deeper with growing confidence. There was no little back and forth motions like I’d given her pussy. This time I drove straight home. Once the head was inside the hard part was over. It would probably be harder to take it out than to fuck at this point. So I drove in until I felt some resistance.

There was still a couple of inches left outside before I drew back somewhat and probed back in, this time adding another half inch. I wondered how much this moaning girl could take. She made no move to stop me, so I took her hand away from her ass and placed it beside her head. I took the other hand and placed it on the other side. Leaning forward, I placed my hands over both wrists, pinning the girl to the mattress with all of my weight.

Then I started fucking her with deep broad strokes. I could tell she was loosening up as my passage became slightly easier, emphasis on slightly. After a few more minutes of delicious slow thrusts my thighs were pressed against Samantha’s rounded bottom and my breasts were grazing her shoulder blades. I parted my thighs so that I was straddling the back of her legs and resting on my knees. At my own leisure I made rabbit thrusts followed by deep grinding and long cock length strokes. The rabbit thrusts seemed to be Samantha’s favourite. After each series of quickfire pumps, her ass was churning back to meet my every slow stroke. By the way she was moaning and gasping it seemed she was ready to come again. I was ready to come at any moment. This wonderful torture had brought me close to the relief I so desperately sought before Samantha had walked through my door and into my bedroom and now I hoped into my life as well.

I let Samantha’s wrists go and grabbed her hips. In a flash she wriggled her hand between her legs and frigged herself furiously. We came together, spurred on by each other. I made a silent wish that this could go on forever; that I could make love to this sweet girl for the rest of my days. All kinds of crazy thoughts came and went as I crashed and crashed onto Samantha’s voluptuous shores. Beneath me she gurgled out another climax, releasing into whimpering sighs and sobs. I lay there atop her body until it occurred to me that she was struggling to breathe. Rolling to my side caused Samantha to yelp as the large dildo popped free of her and as I lay on my back the prong pointed to the sky in triumph.

Then we kissed, an eternal, head spinning kiss. We sucked the life from each other’s bodies, hugging and whimpering. I was deliriously tired at that point, and sleep finally started to overtake me. Samantha saw this and stroked my hair, making gentle noises and whispering words I couldn’t quite catch. One thing I did hear was, “Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

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