and could feel that she was completely soaked. The muscles in her pussy wall seemed to be gripping me harder, and suddenly she gushed over my cock with a scream that filled the kitchen.
I only stopped when she placed her hand onto my stomach and pushed me back slightly; indicating that she'd had enough. She lay there for a few seconds composing her self, and then opened her eyes and smiled up at me before sitting up on the edge of the table.
'That was wonderful Richard, but you didn't cum?'
'I was on the verge but you came quicker, so I figured we could carry on.'
Without saying a word she got off the table and turned around to bend over it instead. I wasted no time as she spread her legs wide apart, by positioning myself as before and slowly entered her with ease as she was still very wet. Holding her butt cheeks with both hands I began to fuck her hard. The sounds of my upper thighs slapping her ass cheeks as I fucked her from behind filled the room, and soon she was egging me on to fuck her harder once more. With all the sights and sounds of that moment going through my mind it wasn't long before I shouted out that I was going to cum. She in turn pulled away and turned around to lower her self into position just as I came for the second time that day.
It turned out that she wasn't quick enough for the first explosive exit and caught the full load on her face before getting it under control and sucking me dry once more. After that we got dressed and talked for what seemed hours.
I still see her occasionally for sex, but I found out that she wasn't looking for a relationship. All of this left me wanting older women, I just felt they were more mature not to mention more experienced. I still haven't found one, but hey I'm still young and there's plenty of fish in the sea, or so they say.
The End
Try Before You Bi
You can find Sophia online via Facebook, @SophiaV_erotica and at www.sophiavale.com
Tara threw down her pen and looked at the mass of notes strewn across her desk. Studying just wasn’t going to plan. All she could think about was the game she and dorm mates played on a regular basis. Sexting for girls, they called it, only it had gotten dirtier and dirtier the more they played. She wasn’t sure the other girls knew quite how much she loved the game — and she suspected she loved it more than they did. There was something about looking at those hard young bodies, with their high, firm breasts that made her wet. Actually she was living in a permanent state of sexual arousal and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
Slipping a hand below her skirt, she rubbed her clit through her panties, thinking about how hot her dorm mate Tori had looked in the latest picture she’d received. Tori had been in the library, sat in one of the little cubicles in a dark corner. She’d been perched amongst a stack of books, her white blouse unbuttoned and her chestnut hair all around her shoulders. Tori hadn’t been wearing a bra so her breasts stood out and proud. That had been her favorite photo yet. She loved that sexy, intelligent look. Not that she would tell Tori how hot it got her. Tori was definitely straight, and Tara was pretty certain her dorm mate had the hots for someone, even though she wouldn’t say whom. All she knew was he wasn’t one of the dorm guys in their building. She wondered if the guy had anything to do with Tori musing about going blonde.
The rubbing wasn’t doing much so Tara stood, wriggled out of her panties and sat back on the chair, her heels resting against the narrow wooden strut at the back of the desk. She could already feel that familiar feeling of getting damp below and she knew her clit would already be slightly swollen.
Tara hadn’t had any qualms about realizing she was bisexual, she just hadn’t had the opportunity to act on it. She could easily imagine going down on another girl, and knew she would love it if it was reciprocated, but she loved cock too much to turn it down forever which was partly why she’d bought something very naughty — mail order — to keep her going during dry patches.
Tara dropped her head back, forgot her studies, and just enjoyed the feel of her fingers sliding through her wet pussy lips, rubbing up and down, over her clit, teasing it until she couldn’t wait any longer and had to push her fingers inside.
Sharing the dorm room with two other girls meant masturbation was a rare opportunity so she was determined to enjoy every second of it. She had only been able to use her new vibrator once because it seemed like the room had someone else in it every minute of the day. That was hardly conducive to an orgasmic moment or two.
Tara flicked a glance over at her nightstand. If she was quick, she could get it, fuck herself silly, climax and hide it away again before Tori got back. She licked her lips, smiling.
“Hell, yeah,” she said to herself, sliding her fingers out and licking one of them. Taking one glance at the door — it was locked, thank goodness — Tara crossed the little three-bed room and opened the drawer. The vibrator lay there in all its neon glory, still in its box. She pulled it out, looking at the bed. What was the best way to do this? Lie down with her legs spread, snatch facing the door? Could she stand it upright on the bed and lower herself on to it? Or lean over onto the bed and fuck herself from behind? Were her arms even long enough? Tara giggled at the absurdity of her thoughts.
She was already panty-free so Tara raised one foot onto the bed and held the vibrator between her legs. With a light push the fat, realistic, head poked at her lips, parting them. On the first pass she merely slid it between her lips. It was cool, softly molded rubber over a rock hard shaft and she was so wet it glided through easily. She repeated the motion a few more times, growing more excited as she started to angle the toy upwards to sit at her entrance. It was so big, the first time she’d used it, she wasn’t sure it would even fit in her cunt, but she’d carefully stretched herself around it, plunging it in before pressing the little ‘vibrate’ button. That time, she’d come so hard in two minutes flat that her neighbors had banged on the wall and asked if she was okay.
There it was, just poking in. One prod, then another and it breached her hole. She pushed it in with the heel of her hand, her breath coming in pants, as she felt it fill her. Sure it wasn’t like the real thing; it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t attached to a hard, sweaty body, but it sure felt good as she crammed it inside her tight little hole.
She rocked her body against it, her pussy clenching around it, her eyes closing in bliss as she imagined Tori’s naked breasts.
Then the door was opening, and Tara’s eyes were flying open, her mouth wide in shock.
“Holy cow!” breathed the female stood in the doorway.
“Shut the door! Shut the…”
“I’m totally shutting the door,” said Tori, bumping it with her hip. “Are you setting up a picture for the game? That is so fucking hot! Wait there, I’ll take it for you.”
Tara was paralyzed; the vibrator halfway inside her pussy while Tori scrabbled amongst the notes on Tara’s desk, found her cell phone and snapped a picture. She looked at it and frowned. “You can’t really tell what you’re doing. Pull your skirt up a little. Yeah, that’s right. Ooh! You shaved your pussy. That’s so totally hot. Oh, this one’s perfect.” Tori held out the cell for Tara to peek at the picture. Yeah, okay, she had to admit, it was a good picture and she would totally win the week’s game with that one.
Tori bit her lower lip between her teeth and sucked in a breath. “You know I’ve never used a vibrator before. Is it…nice? Does it feel realistic?”
Tara hadn’t moved for the last couple of minutes. She blinked, thinking how crazy it was that Tori wanted to have a conversation when she had a fake dick stuffed in her cunt. “Well, uh, it’s not like the real thing, but it’s cool, and sometimes, you know, needs must,” she stuttered.
“If you got an itch, scratch it, right?” Tori paled, seeing the scene in a new light. “Oh. Em. Gee. You were scratching it! And I walked in! I am soooo sorry.”
“Uh, no problem.” Tara pulled a face.
“Um, I came back to change because I spilled a soda down my shirt.” Tori pointed to the wet patch on her shirt. “But, um, I don’t want to stop you because, like, I know how it is when you really need it. So, just go right ahead and er, do what you gotta do.”
“Right,” Tara squeaked, because that wouldn’t be weird at all. Sure that got changed in front of each other, and sometimes there was a rush for the shower, with them all naked and trying to get in and out as fast as possible, but it wasn’t like they pleasured themselves with an audience. Well, as far as Tara knew, they didn’t.
