Bridesmaids 2

Anita and I would be late for the wedding party.

I woke up a couple of hours after we had fallen asleep. I looked over at a still sleeping Anita. Her pussy was caked with her come and her thigh was smeared with mine. I couldn’t resist touching her again, and after only a few minutes I reached across to massage gently her newly deflowered pussy. Anita was still at first, breathing quietly, and I enjoyed the sight of the rise and fall of her small breasts and taut nipples. She woke at my touch and watched me closely with a sweet and slightly shy smile accentuating the pink flush of her cheeks. After a while, she began to move her hips in response to my caresses, and her breathing became a little louder, faster and more ragged.

I would have been content to ease Anita up gradually to a second orgasm, but Anita had ideas of her own. She sat up and with a sultry laugh rolled me over onto my back, her slim form quite light as she lay on top of me, her hard little nipples pressing into mine. With bright happy shining eyes, she thanked me for being her first lesbian lover, and then she kissed me – first on my mouth, but then she nestled lower, taking one of my breasts into her mouth.

I sighed softly, running my fingers through her long blonde hair and letting the attention Anita was giving my stiffly erect nipples peak my arousal. Hearing my sighs, Anita became more passionate and vigorous, sucking hard on the nipple in her mouth as she massaged the other breast with her hand. I relished the effect that she was having on me, and I thrust my breasts up higher towards her.

Then her hand snaked down lower, slipping between my legs. With a sigh of pleasure I spread my thighs apart to let her reach my pussy. She slid her hand inside my panties, and for a little while, Anita stroked me there – her first touch of a woman’s pussy – and then, she released my breast from her mouth and squirmed further down the bed.

I eased my hips upwards in an obvious invitation. Anita pinched together the fabric of my panties and pulled it into my slit. The feeling of the friction created stimulated me from my anus to clit. My skin became sensitive to her touch. I was on fire. Anita pulled my panties to the side and locked her mouth on my clit, drawing it into her mouth but between her teeth. My hips began to move in rhythm with Anita’s mouth.

“Anita, I really need you to fuck me.” I lifted my hips again. “Take off my panties.”

Anita pulled my panties down my legs and over my feet. I parted my legs again – not too much, but enough to give her a clear view of my exposed pussy. Anita gazed in fascination at my trimmed bush and exposed pinkness, which glistened with my juices. Her fingers began to explore the folds of my labia and the pink valley of my slit. Anita was tentative at first, but then became more confident. She pinched my clitoral hood with her fingers and gently tugged my hood in and out, finger fucking my clit. I had never felt anything so erotic. My breath came in short gasps as Anita flicked my clit with her fingers. I could feel my juices running into my anal crack. Anita slid one finger into me, initially up to the second joint and then sinking it in right to her knuckle. She withdrew that finger and then entered me with two fingers. The sensation of being fingered by her was incredibly arousing; I looked at her through half-closed eyes.

She wetted her lips with her tongue, and then she brought her face down onto my pussy and locked her mouth onto my pussy and began to erotically suck and nibble on my sex. I writhed and moaned in rising ecstasy, as Anita’s tongue explored my pussy and she sucked up my oozing juices. The novice nature of her efforts made her loving such a thrill. It was truly mind-blowing to realize that between my legs a nineteen-year-old lesbian was tasting a female pussy for the very first time!

I was still so aroused from fucking Anita it did not take long for her bring me off, and with a broken cry my back arched, my hips jerked in spasms, and I clasped the back of her head with both my hands, driving her mouth against my juicing pussy. I sobbed, as one of the most powerful climaxes I have ever known exploded making me nearly pass out and leaving me disheveled, panting for breath and gloriously fulfilled.

We were both sweaty from our lovemaking, and we decided that sharing a bath together would be the nicest way to get clean and fresh – and fresh with each other. We ran the water in the large bath, added lashing of lavender-scented bubble-bath to make mountains of sweet smelling foam on the surface of the steaming hot water. We stripped off our knee-highs, and I stepped in first, settling down in the gloriously hot and scented water. Then Anita climbed in to sit between my legs, and I washed her long blonde hair and massaged her lissome back, which she loved. She leant back against me as I reached round to her front and soaped her chest. Anita giggled as I scooped handfuls of bubbles onto her breasts and watched them slowly slide back down into the water again. I then continued playfully to stroke and tweak her tits, until she began to squirm in the bath and thrust a hand between her legs, rubbing at her own pussy. However, instead of bringing herself off, she turned round and settled again facing me, our legs intermingled under the water, and she repaid me with similar attentions to my own glistening breasts, until I thought that I would come in the warm water myself.

I paused her before it went that far, taking her hands and kissing them, and then pulling her to her feet and stepping out of the bath. We each picked up one of the hotel’s huge soft cotton towels, and began to dry each other’s bodies. My soft gentle strokes aroused her so much that I took her back to the bed, spread her legs wide apart, and gave her pussy a tongue-lashing until she had a similarly back-arching climax.

Without a second’s pause, I rolled her over onto her stomach, parted her butt-cheeks with my fingers and probing into her tight little pussy from behind, my tongue rimming her delicate flower of an asshole. She moaned in lust as I said in a muffled voice how beautiful her butt was and that it was her pert ass that turned me on the most about her. I confessed that after our fitting sessions I had to go home and fuck myself with my vibrator, imagining that I was doing her naked bottom.

This was enough to bring us both off again – Anita with shudders of delight as my thrusting fingers and probing tongue made her climax, while I ground my pussy against the hard corner of the mattress until the friction on my clit made me come.

It was then time to get dressed for the party, which took longer than usual as we both spent time helping the other into her lingerie and dress – accompanied by many caresses and sweet little kisses. We were a bit late for the start of the party when we went downstairs, but no one noticed. Before we left my bedroom, I told Anita that if she wanted to, she could spend the night with me. She assured me that she would like nothing better.

The party was fun, and we had to be careful not to give away our attraction to each other as we took to the dance floor. Just once we could not resist an opportunity to slip into a little alcove at the end of the room which was screened by some greenery, and we quickly kissed while I thrust my hand under her short and skimpy black A-line dress, deftly twisting my finger past the gusset of her panties and giving her pussy a few quick rubs. Anita clung to me tightly, keeping a lookout over my shoulder in case anyone found our little hiding spot.

We made our excuses and left the party early, saying that the excitement of the day was catching up with us and we were getting tired. We parted briefly in the corridor outside my door, and I whispered to her that it would be unlocked so that when she came back she could slip quickly inside. Her tiredness seemed to evaporate and she eagerly told me that she would return in ten or fifteen minutes, as soon as she had changed out of her clothes and freshened up. There was no one in the corridor, so I gave her a quick kiss, told her to hurry, and then playfully goosed her ass as she squealed and ran away down the corridor to her own room.

I had just enough time to prepare, and had been lying in bed for less than five minutes, with the light turned down low, when the door eased quietly open and Anita tiptoed into my room. She was barefoot, and wearing a long silky wrap. Anita took four or five silent steps to the side of my bed, and then tugged open the cord of her wrap to reveal that she was completely naked underneath. With a graceful shrug of her shoulders, the thin garment sighed to the floor behind her, and for a moment I gazed up in admiration at the slim feminine form before me. Her small A-cup breasts were accentuated by the prominent arousal of her nipples, and the subdued light from the lamp beside the bed sent enticing shadows across the magical curves of her stomach and her taut butt.

I smiled up at her lazily from where I lay in the bed on my side, the white sheet d****d over me up to my chest in apparent modesty.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I whispered, and then I drew the sheet aside and enjoyed the astonishment on Anita’s face. Her eyes went wide as she gazed down at me. I was wearing a strap-on; the faux penis was larger than the one as I used to take Anita’s virginity earlier. And it was a life-like replica of an actual erection; a bulbous blue head, thick veins ran down the shaft. It also had small rings around the shaft to stimulate her clit as the faux cock slid in and out of her pussy. To set it off, my legs were encased in black thigh-high stockings; my breasts were visible through a black plunge bra, and all was covered by a transparent black negligée. I had checked myself out in the mirror a few minutes earlier and I knew that I oozed sex.

Anita seemed almost in awe of the dildo and reached out tentatively to touch it and feel its smooth shiny surface and hard resilience. She gulped a little nervously at the prospect of taking that length inside her.

“I don’t know if I can take anything that big” she whispered as she ran her hand along my shaft.

I drew her close to me, which pressed my rubber dick against Anita’s pussy, and she gave a shudder and a deep throaty groan of desire when it rubbed against her pussy mound. “Don’t worry,” I whispered softly in her ear, stroking her long blonde hair. ‘We’ll take it slow and easy, and with plenty of lube in case ... that is, if you want this? If you don’t, just say so – I won’t mind.” Anita drew a breath, and then assured me in a firm voice that she would love me to fuck her

I pulled the sheet off the bed, and then positioned the two flat pillows on top of each other, about one-third of the way down from the headboard. I told Anita to get on all fours, and then to lower her arms so that her chest rested on the pillows for support, and let her ass stick up in the air behind her. My God, did she ever look inviting in that pose. I paused for a second to admire her slender frame, with her shapely hips and trim thighs, and her perky little butt high in the air – inviting me to fuck her.

I climbed carefully onto the bed behind her, and then used my hands to ease her knees wider apart, so that her pussy was more fully exposed. I traced my fingers down her back from her shoulders, round and over and under her ass, giving little flicking touches to the valley between her ass-cheeks and her vagina, which was already parting and oozing with moisture. Next, I ran my hands up her legs, with a firm, kneading massage up her inner thighs, until the edges of my hands encounter her pussy and I rubbed them forcefully down her labia.

By this time, Anita’s breathing was coming in little shallow pants, and her back gleamed with a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were closed so that she could all the better soak up the sensations from my caresses of her body, and her face wore a lusty smile.

I took the tube of lubricant jelly from the bedside table and smeared a generous amount over the full length of the dildo – and the bit that remained I rubbed onto her labia. Then, savoring every second, I moved up closer to her ass and positioned myself so that the head of my “cock” brushed against the curve of her pussy. Then I nudged it forwards, and Anita gave a soft moan as just the tip opened her sex and then slipped into and out of her vagina, teasing her with its potential penetration.

Anita was desperate to be fucked; after barely 30 seconds of feeling just the tip enter her, she began to thrust her pelvis back against my cock, taking it further inside her, while begging me in a nearly incoherent whisper to fuck her. This was all the green light that I needed, and Anita gasped as I gripped her hips with both my hands. I was hot and ready to fuck her in my favorite way – doggy-style.

I let her take first one inch inside her, then two and then three. I was taking it carefully and slowly, I could see how the girth of the fake cock had opened her. Getting my massive fake dick inside her had been easier than I had expected. I eased my weight backwards and drew the dildo completely out of her. Anita gave a strange kind of shudder as it exited completely from her hole. Almost at once I reinserted it – using my hand to guide its alignment. This time it sank in another inch, and Anita squealed in. I pulled the dildo out and then pushed it in again, working with gentle insistence to get the whole length into her. She was now taking nearly five of its six inches without any sign of discomfort; she seemed to be reveling in the experience.

At this point, I no longer withdrew the cock all the way; I left about two inches in her pussy. I then began to thrust deeper and firmer, until at last the base plate to which the dildo was fixed slapped against her ass. From this point I began to shaft her faster and faster, and firmer and firmer. I reached forwards with my right hand to grab a handful of the mane of blonde hair which spilled across her shoulder and back. I used this like the reins on a horse, pulling her head upwards and backwards, and arching her back so that her pussy was in the perfect spot for my fake cock to hit her clit. Then, I reached under her chest with my left hand, and pulled on her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Anita moaned with a long keening sound, the note of it rising and falling with my thrusts in and out of her. Her moans were muffled because she had shoved one fist into her mouth. Her other arm was outstretched, with its hand clawing at the bedsheet for purchase; as I had anticipated, her whole weight was now supported only by the pillows under her chest. I thrust the fake cock deep inside her vagina and held it there. Anita’s pelvis began to thrust back against the dildo that was impaled inside her. She was now breathing in a constant moan as her hips convulsed against the strapon. I could see her come beginning to ooze from around the strapon. She was now fucking it furiously when she cried out sharply at the moment her orgasm exploded inside her and her whole body shuddered as she came.

I thought for one concerned moment that she had fainted, but after a few seconds of stunned immobility, she drew a long quavering breath as I slowly withdrew the dildo from her pussy. Once it was free, she gave a deep sigh and rolled sideways off the pillows to lie on her back on the bed next to them. I pushed the pillows back up to the headboard, retaining one to cushion my head as I curled up next to her and drew her into my arms.

Anita nestled against me, and after a while her breathing slowed to normal pace. We remained like this in contented harmony for a while, but I noticed that her eyes were being repeatedly drawn back to the strap-on, and that her fingers had begun to toy with the rounded end of the dildo, which glistened with her come. I looked at her steadily for a long moment, and then asked:

“Would you like to do me? ... would you like to fuck me with it?”

Anita’s eyes danced with desire, and she eagerly responded:

“I’d love to, I really, really would!”

I unbuckled the side straps and handed it to her.

I helped her to fasten it on, as the straps had to be adjusted to fit properly over her slimmer hips and ass. When it was in place, she knelt on the bed and gazed down admiringly and almost in disbelief, cradling the projecting shaft of the dildo in one hand and rubbing up and down its phallic length. I kissed her on the mouth, and then whispered into her ear:

“Fuck me ... just fuck me and make me come.”

As I said this, she reached for the straps of my bra and pulled them down from my shoulders, so that my smooth round breasts spilled out. I let her gaze linger on them for a moment, and then reached behind and unclipped my bra and cast aside the flimsy piece of black lace lingerie. I cupped my breasts in the palms of my hands, their nipples stiffly erect, and lifted them towards my sweet lover as an offering. Anita gave a little shiver and shake, almost as if to check that this wasn’t a dream, and her hands reached for my tits. She kneaded them for a moment, more vigorously and confidently than before, making me gasp and my pussy began to ooze its soaking wetness. Then Anita briefly kissed and sucked on each of my nipples, making them feel on fire.

“Now, Ellen, I’m going to fuck you,” she said, her eyes shining with desire, “I’m going to fuck you real good!”

I lay down on my back, my legs spread as far apart as possible, and with a flat pillow under my ass and lower back so that my pussy was thrust up into the air. Anita knelt between my thighs, and her hand was trembling so much with excitement that it took her three attempts to stick the knob of the dildo into me. She was very tentative at first, easing forwards slowly, but I was so wet and aroused and open that the full length of the dildo slid into me easily, catching her slightly by surprise so that she nearly lost her balance.

Anita paused and gazed down at me for a moment, savoring my position of sprawled submission beneath her, with her strap-on buried in my vagina. Then she slowly flexed her hips, drawing the dildo upwards and then sliding it down into me once again, all the way until the fake balls pressed against my pussy. My mouth opened and my eyes were wide as I gazed back up at her, and I writhed in pleasure from both the physical stimulation and the erotic power of knowing that I would be the first woman that she ever fucked. Anita’s slow deliberate strokes were driving me wild, and my arousal was burning me up.

“Please ... oh! please, Anita – faster” I gasped, now utterly in her power.

From that point, she became more confident and steadily increased her pace to begin a series of thrusting insertions and withdrawals. My climax was approaching, and I clamped my hands on her ass, adding my strength to her impaling thrusts, while begging her to make me come. Anita suddenly changed her posture, resting her knees on the mattress and driving the dildo into me at a more horizontal angle, and I shuddered from its passage as it rasped against my clit. Now that her hands were freed from the task of supporting her weight, Anita reached for my breasts. Seizing a nipple in each hand, she squeezed them firmly, paused for a second with the dildo pulled back most of the way out of my pussy, and then she pulled upwards on my tits and slid the strap-on back into me.

Involuntarily, I released my hold on her butt, and my arms splayed wide, clutching at the crumpled bedsheet. My climax burst upon me like a volcanic explosion, and I gave a harsh tearing cry as my pelvis shuddered and my back arched convulsively off the bed. Anita looked stunned as she was almost lifted upwards, and she gripped my breasts as much to steady herself as to stimulate me further – for I had no need of that now. She rode my climax, some instinct telling her to push the dildo into me several more times, which caused a series of mini-orgasmic aftershocks. After a long moment of ecstatic release, I collapsed back again, completely spent and utterly fucked. I looked up at Anita, who was clearly astonished by the effects which she had achieved. I reached upwards, quickly caressing her breasts and flicking her nipples.

“Wow! That was amazing” I said with complete sincerity; “you’re a natural, no doubt about it.”

Anita glowed with pride at this praise, and then the reaction to the excitements and discoveries of the long day caught up with her. Now naked, Anita flopped down on one half of the bed, watching me through sleepy eyes as I rolled down and removed my stockings. As soon as I was nude as well, I slipped into bed next to her and drew the sheets over both of us. Anita snuggled up to me, and we exchanged soft words and sweet kisses. My new sister-in-law fell asleep in my bed, her naked young body nestled next to me, cradled under my arm with her small nipples pressed against my side. One of her arms was d****d across my stomach with her hand resting on my pussy – she had been playfully stroking my slit when sleep finally overtook her.

As dawn began to break, I woke her up – and gave in to her pleas to take her again with the vibrator before she had to return to her own bedroom. Anita totally gave herself up to pleasure, bucking her hips upwards against my thrusts. I leaned down and sucked and bit her nipples again, until her head went back and she squealed in another bone-shaking orgasm.

After this, it really was time to part, for we could not run the risk of her being seen leaving my bedroom, or of not being found in her own room in the morning. With aching reluctance – and a few tears, though mainly of happiness, we had a quick kiss and hug, before I checked that the coast was clear and she quickly scooted back down the corridor to her room. We saw each other at breakfast, of course, and sat together – making it look like we had become friends during the wedding celebrations, but of course no more than that. Then it was time for Anita to depart with her folks, and I stood in the hotel forecourt to wave them on the their way – and, in a brief moment when everyone else was not looking our way, to blow a kiss, which she quickly returned.