Melania broke a sweat as she carried what felt like the hundredth box up the stairs of Kaleigh’s new house. It was a standard four-bedroom, three-bathroom house in a nice neighborhood with all the necessary ingredients for raising a family. Kaleigh and her husband had recently moved to the area with their two kids, and Melania was happy to help her old college roommate settle in after 15 years apart.
“Where do you want this one?” she asked.
Kaleigh was knee-deep in the primary bedroom closet, sorting through a mountain of shoes, hangers, and sweaters. An assortment of wardrobe items was spread across the floor as she tried to find some sense of organization.
“Oh, just anywhere,” Kaleigh answered, her tone exhausted. “This is getting overwhelming. How did I end up with so much shit?”
They both laughed as Melania dropped the box to the floor. “I’m just happy you’re here to help me suffer through this mess,” Kaleigh added.
“I love doing this kind of stuff,” Melania said, pausing with her hands on her hips to catch her breath. “It’s great to catch up while the boys and kids are gone. Besides, all this stair climbing gives me an excuse to skip Pilates tomorrow.”
Kaleigh couldn’t help but study Melania’s fit physique as she stood there. During their college days, she had always admired Melania’s body. Seeing it for the first time in many years, she couldn’t help noticing that it was even hotter than she remembered. The purple sports bra and matching booty shorts not only enhanced her well-proportioned curves, they also showed off her bare, rigid abs, arms, and legs.
“My God, girl, your body is rockin’! I mean, you’ve always looked great, but something is different. Have you had work done?”
“Thanks! It’s nice to hear that somebody notices.” She moved her hands up to cup and lift her breasts. “And yes, I did get a little surgical help here after the kids were born,” she said with a prideful giggle.
“OMG! That’s it! Wow! Good for you! Okay, I don’t want to be weird, but can I get a closer look? I’ve been thinking about getting mine done.”
Melania didn’t hesitate. “Of course!” With that, she slipped her fingers under the lower band of her sports bra and pulled it out and up, letting her enhanced globes spill out for Kaleigh to view.
It really wasn’t weird at all for these old friends. As roommates, they had seen each other naked a thousand times before. Kaleigh was always very free with her body and often spent most of the time in their hot Arizona dorm room wearing just her panties. Once, Melania walked in on her while she was masturbating, but instead of feeling any shame, Kaleigh just laughed and finished the job. Melania was not that relaxed about being naked in front of others, but there was always something about Kaleigh’s energy that erased any shame she had with being exposed.
As Melania held her bra up, Kaleigh gasped with a sharp, audible breath. “Holy shit! Those are amazing! Oh my God, do you mind if I touch them?” she asked, disregarding any boundaries or appropriateness.
“Sure!” Melania answered. She was slightly taken aback by the request, but she certainly wasn’t going to say no. It was totally fine. There was nothing sexual about it anyway. It was just a curious friend, and they’re just boobs. No big deal.
Kaleigh moved toward her with her eyes fixed on her chest. When she was close enough, she reached up to cup them with both hands. She lifted and then gently squeezed them, her eyes growing as big as saucers. “Oh my gosh, these are great! I want a pair of these for myself!”
She only held them for about three seconds, but it felt like three minutes to Melania. In just that short amount of time, the tightness in her chest and the tingle between her legs signaled that her body liked the feel of Kaleigh’s hands on her. Did her mind enjoy it also? She could feel fresh sweat beading on her forehead. Was she feeling excitement, or shame, or both?
She pulled her bra back down, cleared her throat, and thanked Kaleigh for the compliment. Then she left the room to go retrieve the next box downstairs.
Melania had never really been attracted to other women, and she had certainly never imagined herself having sex with one. Sure, back in college she and Kaleigh had a few drunken kisses, but it was just for fun. There were never any sexual sparks between them, which made her present reactions all the more confusing.
Although Melania had never fooled around with other girls, for Kaleigh it was a different story. All through college she went back and forth between hookups and flings with both boys and girls. She was always very sex-positive and shameless, and from what Melania could hear and see whenever she had a partner in the bed right next to hers, Kaleigh was usually the more dominant one.
There was one final box marked “Bedroom” for Melania to take upstairs. As she lifted the box off the floor, the bottom of it fell open, spilling all of the contents. Kaleigh heard the crash and went to see what happened. As she looked down over the railing, she burst out laughing when she saw her collection of sex toys and books strewn all over the foyer floor.
“Whoops! Looks like you found the naughty stuff! Oh my God! That’s hilarious!” Most suburban moms would be horrified if their friends saw their sex toys on display like this, but not Kaleigh. She broke down laughing.
Melania was laughing too, but her face was beet red with embarrassment as she stood over the pile of rubber dicks and vibrators. Kaleigh started down the stairs to help her. As Melania began to pick up the toys and reload them into another box, she couldn’t help but make a mental inventory of it all: four or five dildos of various sizes and colors, three vibrators, a half dozen books on various sex-related topics, five bottles of various lubes, some sort of clamps, a gag ball, three butt plugs, a wig, two cock rings, and something else she couldn’t identify. None of these things surprised her; after all, she had her own small collection of similar items at home. But it was the item at the bottom of the pile that took her breath away.
By now Kaleigh was standing over her as she reached down to pick up the last item: a black leather strap-on harness with the dildo still attached. Sure, Melania had seen these online, but this was her first time seeing one in person. As she placed it in the box, she felt so embarrassed and awkward that she couldn’t look Kaleigh in the face.
“Sorry about that. I should have made sure that box was taped up a little better,” Kaleigh said with a nonchalant tone. She wasn’t disturbed in the least by the fact that Melania had accidentally been exposed to those things. To her, it was no different than if it had been a box of her kids’ toys.
She looked at Melania and could tell she was mortified. “Oh, honey! I’m so sorry if that embarrassed you. Trust me, there’s nothing in there that I’d hide from you anyway. Just think, this is going to rank up there with one of our funniest stories ever.” Melania laughed nervously but was relieved that Kaleigh was so gifted at cutting through the awkwardness of the moment.
“Phew! Okay. Thank goodness that was the last box because I am spent,” Melania said, still chuckling and in disbelief of what had just happened.
Kaleigh grabbed the box from her and marched upstairs. “Perfect timing, girl, because I am declaring that we have officially reached the time we’ve been waiting for all day. Wine-o’clock!” she yelled from the top of the stairs.
Soon they were both lounging by the pool, sipping ice-cold Chardonnay that rolled down their throats to help them cool off from their long day of unpacking. Their conversation was predictable: old college stories, kids, other kids’ moms, husbands, work, trips, etc. But no matter what they were discussing, Melania kept thinking of the strap-on. As Kaleigh carried on about her kids’ soccer coach, all Melania could do was run through the questions and pictures in her mind about what Kaleigh and her husband were doing with it. Was she fucking him in the ass with it? Was he wearing it so he could double-penetrate her? Was there some form of BDSM play where she made him suck her cock?
The wine was breaking down her walls of shame, and she just had to ask Kaleigh directly. “Okay, please just tell me to mind my own business if you don’t want to answer, but I just have to know more about the strap-on!”
“Holy shit! Well, this conversation just took a hard left turn!” Kaleigh responded as they both laughed a bit louder than normal.
“I mean, I just can’t imagine your husband taking it up the ass from you!” Melania said, causing Kaleigh to nearly spit out her wine.
“Oh God, no! He won’t even let me get my finger anywhere near there, and believe me, honey, I’ve tried! He’s declared he’ll be an ass virgin for life, and I’m like, ‘Well, suit yourself—you don’t know what you’re missing!’”
“So then why the hell do you own a strap-on?” Melania quizzed, sitting on the edge of her seat.
“Oh, honey, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I don’t still play the field. You remember how I was in college. I still need a balanced diet of cocks AND cunts, so I have a few lady playmates.”
Melania was always so jealous of how open and bold Kaleigh was about her sex life. Secretly, she wanted to have the same courage to explore more than just the routine sex she had with her own husband.
“That’s great! You’re so lucky to have someone like him that’s comfortable with that.”
“Oh, trust me, honey, he knows that if I don’t have variety, I get bored. And if I’m bored, he’s probably not getting any from me. It’s definitely a win-win situation.”
With the mystery solved, Melania wanted to go further to learn more about exactly how a strap-on works with Kaleigh’s lady partners.
“So, are you the only one wearing the strap-on, or do you switch off?”
“It depends, but usually I’m the more aggressive one, so I’m the one wearing it most of the time. Except for when I need my ass fucked.”
Melania gulped. What had she just heard?
“Excuse me? Did you just say you have other women fuck you in the ass with that?”
“Oh, hell yes! For some reason, my husband just can’t bring himself to do anything with my ass. Trust me, we’ve tried. So when I’m craving it, I have a girlfriend that loves giving it to me.”
This was way beyond what Melania had imagined. She had to know more. She had always been anal-curious herself, but because her husband never asked for it, she assumed she would never feel what it was like. Besides, she wasn’t really into the idea of gritting her teeth through the pain she’d heard about.
“Um, okay. It is definitely time to open another bottle of wine,” she suggested to Kaleigh.
Empty glasses in hand, they retreated to the kitchen to unpack another bottle. As Kaleigh refilled her glass, Melania carried on with more questions.
“So what does that feel like? That’s something I’ve never tried. I’ve just heard horror stories about how much anal hurts, and well, my husband has a monster cock, so there’s that too!”
“Honestly, honey, if you do it right, you’d be surprised at how large of a cock you could get up there. I don’t care how tight you think you are,” Kaleigh explained with the tone of an expert. Melania did remember that the dildo on the strap-on was rather large.
“Really? That’s interesting. I just assumed that those women on anal porn videos were gifted with really huge assholes.” They both howled with obnoxious laughter, and Kaleigh nearly fell off her barstool.
“Melania, you are hilarious! Girl, I have missed you! This feels like old times!”
Kaleigh moved in to give her an innocent peck on the cheek. Purely by accident, Melania turned her head and their mouths collided. They both laughed at the awkward mishap. “Whoops! I’m sorry, but actually… no, I’m not sorry,” Kaleigh joked as she winked at her friend.
The sun was beginning to set as the day turned to dusk. The wine was having its intended effect as both ladies were feeling refreshed and relaxed from their full day of unpacking. Their sweaty spandex and disheveled hair were proof of the physical labor they’d endured.
“Ugh! I feel gross! It is definitely time for a shower!” Kayleigh declared as she grabbed the half-empty bottle of wine and headed toward the stairs. She looked back at Melania, still standing in the kitchen. “Come on up, girl! That giant shower was the main reason we bought this house. There’s plenty of room for both of us!”
As she processed the invitation, Melania felt her body and her mind reacting just like they had when Kayleigh grabbed her bare breasts earlier: the tightness in her chest, the butterflies in her stomach, the heated tingle between her legs. As she followed Kayleigh up the stairs, the chatter in her mind was deafening: This is just a shower. No big deal. She has a strap-on? Why do I feel turned on? She’s an old friend. No big deal. I liked when she touched me. Her lips are nice. The strap-on! The strap-on? It’s just a shower. I need more wine. Her ass looks nice in those shorts. It’s just a shower. Will she touch me again? Will I touch her back? She has a strap-on. Stop it! It’s just a shower! I need more wine.
Kayleigh unceremoniously walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and slipped out of her athleisure top and shorts. Melania rounded the corner into the bathroom to see Kayleigh’s naked body standing in front of the mirror, releasing her hair from the rubber band she’d used to keep it in a ponytail. Kayleigh could tell from the reflection in the mirror that Melania was staring at her.
“Ugh! I can’t wait to get clean! Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you coming in? I mean, I can put on a show for you if that’s what you want,” Kayleigh laughed out loud at her own joke while Melania felt heat on her face as she blushed.
“Oh, uh, yeah. If you don’t care, then sure,” Melania answered, noticing the nervousness in her voice. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I be cool and relaxed like Kayleigh? It’s just a shower with Kayleigh. No big deal.
Melania undressed and followed Kayleigh into the mammoth glass enclosure. It felt like a giant tile-covered water park. There were multiple showerheads, body sprays, and handheld wands. A long heated stone bench stretched from one end to the other. This wasn’t just a shower; this was a sanctuary for wet naked bodies.
Kayleigh stood under the showerhead on the far side while Melania set up underneath the one closest to the shower entry. Melania’s head was spinning as she struggled to focus on her typical bathing routine. Conditioner? No, wait—I didn’t shampoo yet! The water is too hot. The water is too cold. Oh shit, did Kayleigh just notice I was staring at her again? Fuck! Where did I set the razor? I’m not cold, but why are my nipples so hard? I want to pull on them. That feels good. What am I doing? God, I need an orgasm! Why am I horny? What is happening?
Kayleigh finished her final rinse as Melania was still massaging the conditioner into her long hair. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the energy of Kayleigh’s naked presence just a few feet away from her. It was as if she carried some magnetic charge.
“Oh, that feels so much better,” Kayleigh said as she shut off the water at her end of the shower. She started to walk out but then paused to study the handheld shower wand hanging on the wall above the bench.
“Ya know, I haven’t had a chance to try this thing out yet,” she said as she turned it on and lifted it off its holster. She then propped one leg up on the bench and directed the pulsating spray onto her lady bits.
“Oh fuck yeah, this has just the right amount of pressure.”
Melania’s eyes remained closed while she rinsed her hair, so she couldn’t see what Kayleigh was up to. What is she talking about? Why is she moaning? Once she was finally able to open her eyes, she turned to see Kayleigh getting off with the shower sprayer.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ahhh!” Kayleigh moaned as she braced herself during the quick, effortless orgasm.
“Phew! That felt good! I’m going to be spending a lot of time in this shower!” she said with a laugh.
Melania stood frozen as she stared, her jaw open and her head spinning. She was so distracted she almost didn’t hear Kayleigh say, “Here, try it!” She held the sprayer in Melania’s direction as a show of encouragement.
I can’t do that, she thought to herself. I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone, not even my husband. Suddenly, she felt possessed, as if Kayleigh’s sexual energy was now in control, as if Kayleigh herself was somehow inhabiting her body and tearing down all walls of shame and limiting beliefs about herself. Without saying a word, she took the handheld sprayer from Kayleigh, propped up her leg, and directed the pulsating water between her legs.
Kayleigh was right—the water pressure was perfect. The pulsing spray against her clit sent shockwaves throughout her pelvis and down her legs, and she struggled to keep her balance. Kayleigh, seeing Melania stumble, stood behind her and steadied her with one hand on Melania’s hip and the other gripping her side.
“Here, I got you. Just do your thing and lean into me. I won’t let you fall.”
As if the sensation from the sprayer wasn’t enough, feeling Kayleigh’s hands on her only added to the blissful energy. She was having an out-of-body experience. This was an entirely new part of herself that she didn’t know existed. She became less afraid and ashamed of it and felt liberated to explore it further. Oh fuck, I’m going to come. I’m going to come in front of another woman and I’m going to fucking like it!!!
“Oh fuck! Ohhh fuuuccckkk!!! Ahhh!!” she screamed, her body shuddering as Kayleigh struggled to brace her so she wouldn’t slip on the wet tile.
Melania melted into Kayleigh’s arms as she recovered from the rolling waves of pleasure that had possessed her body just seconds ago. Kayleigh guided her to sit on the bench beside her, their wet naked bodies pressed together.
“Honey, are you okay?” Kayleigh asked as Melania struggled to catch her breath.
“Oh my God, yes! That was fucking amazing! Now I want to move just so I can find a house with one of these things!” They both laughed so hard they could feel each other’s bodies shaking.
“Well, I’m glad I could introduce you to a new experience.”
Those words lingered in the damp air of the wet shower enclosure. Having new experiences was not possible for Melania as she kept up her routine as a soccer mom and a dutiful wife. This fun day with Kayleigh was filling a void in her life, a need for novelty and play. Perhaps Kayleigh could fill something else for me, Melania quietly fantasized.
As they toweled off next to each other in front of the large mirror that stretched the length of the bathroom vanity, Melania could feel her pulse racing. Getting off with the shower sprayer had been a nice release, but her mind and her body were craving more. The image of the strap-on would not go away. She knew it was just in the other room, almost as if it were calling her name. She couldn’t let this opportunity pass her by. She had to act now.
She let her towel drop to the floor and walked right up to Kayleigh, staring intently into her eyes. Before Kayleigh could say anything, Melania grabbed her face with both hands and pressed her lips into Kayleigh’s.
The scene was something neither of them had ever imagined. Kayleigh was always the more assertive and aggressive one, yet here, the normally more reserved Melania was initiating this hookup. Shocked at first, Kayleigh gradually followed Melania’s lead and melted into the moment as the two friends stood naked, kissing long and deep.
Melania abruptly snapped out of the spell that had overtaken her.
“Oh my God! What am I doing?” She pulled away from Kayleigh, embarrassed and confused. “I’m so sorry, Kayleigh. Clearly, I’ve had too much wine!”
“Oh, honey, don’t be sorry! You’re a great kisser!” Kayleigh was now turned on by Melania’s vulnerability. She had never imagined her straight friend would ever do such a thing as initiate a kiss with her. She wanted more, but she wanted to make sure to control herself. She didn’t want to push Melania into something she wasn’t comfortable with. She could tell Melania was distraught and wanted to help her friend ease her mind.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now. You look like you’re about to cry,” she said as she pushed Melania’s wet hair back behind her ear.
“This is just so fucking confusing, but… I… uh… I…” Melania trailed off as she looked at the ceiling, struggling to form the words she wanted to say out loud. There were competing voices in her head, but finally, the voice of vulnerability and adventure won out and gave her the courage to express what she was craving.
“Fuck it! I’m just going to say it. I want to know what it feels like to get fucked in the ass, and I want to feel it now—tonight—with you!”
Silence. Both women were so awestruck at Melania’s outburst that the only sound in the bathroom was the residual water drops falling from the showerheads. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Melania stared at Kayleigh, bracing herself for a letdown. How could I do this to my friend, put her in this position? she thought. Kayleigh’s expression transformed from shock to surprise to excitement. Before Melania could have any more thoughts of doubt or shame, Kayleigh slipped one hand around the back of her wet head and the other around her muscular waist, and pulled her in tight for a deep kiss. Soon, the sound of smacking lips and breathy moans echoed throughout the bathroom.
Kayleigh took a break from kissing to hold Melania’s face in her hands, her eyes staring straight into Melania’s, their faces only inches apart.
“Girl, we are going to have so much fun! I have fantasized about this day since the first time we met. I just never said anything because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, especially when we were roommates. I mean, I just never imagined you as someone who would ever be into women. There were so many times I wanted to tell you what you were missing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love dick just as much as you do, but…”
Before she could say another word, Melania interrupted.
“Okay, okay! Too much talking and not enough fucking! Let’s do this!”
They both laughed between two more short kisses, and then Kayleigh grabbed Melania by the arm and marched her into the bedroom. She playfully pushed her onto the unmade bed and crawled on top of her. Starting at her neck, she began kissing and licking her way south, taking time to visit her perky fake tits, her mouth locked onto her nipples.
As Kayleigh continued moving lower, Melania looked down to watch the top of her friend’s head, her damp hair sliding across her bare stomach before stopping once Kayleigh’s mouth found her waiting sex. As Kayleigh opened Melania’s velvet lips with her tongue, Melania arched her back with pleasure and released a long, uncontrollable moan. Sure, plenty of men had done this before, but not like this. She reached down and pressed Kayleigh’s head into her, noticing how much different and better it felt to have the soft skin of a woman’s face planted between her thighs.
Melania tried to catch her breath between moans of pleasure and struggled to get a coherent message out to her friend. “Oh my… you’re… uh… oh… uh… so good at that!”
“Oh, just you wait, girl! This is just the appetizer!”
Kayleigh lifted her head and sat up on her knees. “Flip over and show me that ass!” she commanded. Without hesitating, Melania smiled and rolled onto her stomach, then pulled her knees up under her so that her perky rear was fully accessible for whatever Kayleigh wanted to do to it. By now, all traces of confusion or shame had been extinguished, and she was totally uninhibited and ready for whatever came next.
Kayleigh hovered her face over Melania’s crack and exhaled a hot breath. Melania giggled, slightly tickled by the sensation of warm air against her waiting hole. Then she felt a sensation like she’d never experienced before. No partner had ever ventured to touch her there, so the feel of Kayleigh’s wet, warm tongue against her hole was foreign and surprising—even a little weird. But after about thirty seconds, she could feel her eyes roll back in her head, her legs quiver, and her entire body break out in goosebumps.
“OH FUCK!!! Holy shit… your fucking tongue… oh my God!”
“You have such a gorgeous asshole, girl! I just want to snack on it all night!”
They both laughed between moans, thoroughly enjoying this new dynamic in their longtime friendship.
Kayleigh stood up on her knees again and gave Melania a playful spank. She then put a finger in her mouth to wet it before pressing the tip against Melania’s tight hole. She varied the movements of her finger: swirls followed by gentle presses, then more swirls around the slippery opening. She continued this pattern, pressing slightly harder with each repetition. Then she hovered her mouth over Melania’s crack, allowing a generous amount of spit to fall from her lips and dribble to the intersection of her finger and Melania’s hole before slipping her finger in just past the first knuckle.
Melania let a whimper. Kayleigh paused, leaving just the tip of her finger inside Melania to let her adjust to the new sensation.
“You okay, honey?”
“Yeah… feels… uh… strange… but nice.”
Kayleigh continued, and Melania could feel herself relaxing more as the finger moved in and out of the tight ridges of her virgin ass. Kayleigh left the bed to retrieve a bottle of lube. While she searched, Melania reached underneath with her hand to give her swollen sex some much-needed attention.
Kayleigh crawled back onto the bed with the lube and proceeded to coat the entrance of Melania’s ass. She then slipped the same familiar finger back in, noticing how much less resistance there was than moments before. Melania arched her hips up a bit higher and breathed into the in-and-out motion of the finger fucking. Her opening relaxed even more and Kayleigh slipped in a second finger. Soon the warmed lube provided adequate slickness for both fingers to thrust in and out with ease.
“You doing okay, honey?”
“Yeah. Feels good. Feels really good.”
Melania was so high with pleasure that she was unable to come up with anything else to say. She was in a state of bliss unlike any she’d ever felt before. She could feel a heat and buzz flowing through her veins, and she couldn’t resist keeping her own hands involved, rubbing and massaging her swollen clit as Kayleigh regained a steady rhythm, double-finger-fucking her ass.
“I’ll be right back.”
Kayleigh left the bed to rummage through her box of sex toys. She grabbed a couple of vibrators and tossed them to her friend.
“Here. Keep yourself occupied while I’m gone.”
She then went back to the box, pulled out her strap-on harness, and returned to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she slipped it on and methodically adjusted and tightened it. The dildo attached was a bit large, and she wondered to herself if Melania was ready for it. Seeing herself in the mirror wearing the huge erect cock made her feel powerful. She could feel her chest tighten and her heart race as she imagined pushing the length of this silicone rod into her friend.
Now lying on her back, Melania was keeping herself warmed up with the vibrator, her hips pulsing with pleasure and anticipation. She turned to see Kayleigh walking back into the bedroom wearing the strap-on, and she instantly felt a surge of fresh heat flow to her crotch. She was excited—and a little scared.
“After all these years, did you ever imagine seeing me with a cock?” Kayleigh said with a smile and a laugh.
“Never! Then again, a lot is happening today that I never would have imagined. I feel like I’m in a twisted sex dream.”
“Oh no, honey, this is no dream! Get on over here so I can prove to you that this is as real as it gets!”
She climbed onto the bed and, standing on her knees, grabbed Melania’s ankles, pushed her legs into the air, and then forcefully grabbed her hips to pull her silicone cock in close to Melania’s hot, wet sex. The dildo slipped easily into Melania’s soaked pussy, and she rocked it back and forth as she stared into Melania’s eyes.
“Oh, what a wonderful cock you have!” Melania said between giggling moans.
Kayleigh increased the power behind her thrusts, causing the bed to smack against the wall.
“Yeah, oh yeah—you like getting fucked by a woman, don’t you?”
“Yes! Oh my fucking God, this is so hot. But now I want in my ass! Put it in my tight little virgin ass—please!”
Kayleigh grabbed the lube and added to the slickness already coating the dildo. She then rubbed a generous amount around Melania’s glistening asshole. She was going to need plenty of it. This was a large dildo, and Melania was new to this. She knew she needed to go very slowly.
“Okay, honey, here we go. Nice and easy.”
With that, she pressed the tip of her silicone cock into the outer edges of the waiting hole. Then, with a slow, steady push, the tip slipped in just past the opening, resulting in Melania letting out a long moan.
“Ahhh! Oh my God! Mmmm!”
It took her breath away. Kayleigh paused, letting her relax and adjust to the girthy toy. Then, like magic, it slipped in further—almost getting pulled in—as Kayleigh adjusted her hips to align better with her target. She pulled back slowly, then pushed in again, this time deeper. She continued thrusting, establishing a steady rhythm. Melania turned her head to look back at her friend, pounding her ass.
“Welcome to the ass-fucking club, honey! How’s it feel?”
“Oh my God. I had no idea what I was missing! And you’re so good at it! Don’t stop. Fuck my ass, Kayleigh! Fuck my ass! Yes!!”
Kayleigh pulled out and applied more lube. She pushed one leg back with her right hand and then guided the dildo back into Melania’s slippery ass with her left. Soon she was pounding her back door again with the same rhythm as before. Meanwhile, Melania was working her wet, swollen lady bits with the vibrator.
“Oh, please don’t stop. I’m going to come! I’m going to come! Fuck that virgin ass! Yes! Your cock is amazing! Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!”
Waves of pleasure emanated from the deep core of her sex, racing up and down her arms and legs, making her toes tingle and curl as she let out long, loud moans that echoed through the house. She struggled to regain control of her breathing as her face turned flushed.
Kayleigh paused, letting Melania come down from her peak of pleasure before pulling out and removing the strap-on. She then climbed further up the bed, grabbed the back of Melania’s head, and planted a deep kiss on her lips. She stared into Melania’s eyes, and both of them started laughing uncontrollably.
“Oh my! I can’t believe we just did that!” Melania blurted out.
“Believe it, honey! That was so much fun! And you did great!”
“Wow. I started this day with the intention of just helping a friend move in, and I’m ending it with the best orgasm of my life!”
As the evening drew to a close, the women held each other, appreciating the new level their friendship had reached. Although neither of them set any expectations for future playdates, they both felt assured that this would not be a one-and-done episode.
The anticipation for next time was already beginning to build.
