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Give me one of those!” she said giddily as she picked up one of the other vibrating eggs and the corresponding remote control. I slid the beads out of my ass and set them down carefully on the carpet. Thankfully she disabled the egg inside my pussy for a moment so that I could get to my knees. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide open, pressing the egg up to her labia as she tried to push it through the opening. I watched as her moist pussy lips enclosed around it, and then slipped my left leg under her right, shuffling up closer so that our pussies were squashing together. She handed me her remote control and I turned in on at the lowest setting. She gasped with wavered breath as the egg sparked to life inside her, bouncing off of every nerve ending in the walls of her vagina. My juicy pulsating labia kissed hers as they pressed together between us. She turned on my egg and we started to thrust our hips against each other, more and more wildly as we each increased the vibration intensity settings. We were both sweating profusely by this point and on the verge of a blistering orgasm. I leaned forward and she mirrored my movement, throwing our arms around each other as we kissed passionately, squashing our enormous breasts and grinding our soaking wet clits together.
We panted and groaned breathlessly as we writhed in ecstasy on the bed, our naked flesh combining to form an erotic mass of arms and legs. We both ramped up the vibrators to the maximum possible setting and then threw the remotes on the floor, abandoning all control as we soared towards our impending orgasms, clasping each other in our hot, sweaty arms.
Natalie
was the first to dive over the edge, falling head first into a sea of sexual bliss. I saw her eyes roll in to the back of her head as she cried out with a series of deafening groans that poured into my ears. She buried her face in my neck, and I buried mine in hers, smelling her body as my hips began to convulse just seconds later. We writhed in fits of sexual harmony on the duvet, forming a chorus of sex moans and strained panting as we came simultaneously. She toppled back onto the bed as the final stages of her orgasm twitched through her body, and I lay on top of her for a moment as the eggs continued to buzz inside of us, kissing her lips tenderly as our breasts pressed together between us. Of all the women I had fucked in my time, she was my favorite, and she was right when she thought she wouldn’t be getting much use of her own room that night. After all, we had an almost insatiable sexual appetite and whole box of state of the art toys to play with!
Girl Girl
Emily Cantore
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Normally I hate weddings. The endless outpouring of affections between two people is so saccharine sweet that they always leave me with a foul taste in my mouth. I hated them as a child, I hated them as a teenager, and now that I’m in my 20s and my friends are all tying the knot, I hate them even more. The worst ones are the distant relatives who invite me and my family out of some feeling of obligation. We turn up and hardly know anyone, and just sit in the corner like rejects, drinking and talking to each other in a manner no different than if we had just stayed at home. The whole drawn out affair really leaves me in a terrible mood, constantly checking my watch in the hope of speeding up time. Maybe I’m just jealous – the fact that my ex-boyfriend turned out to be a philandering asshole probably contributed the most to my miserable attitude. I had even been planning my own wedding, and was actually starting to come round to the idea of married life when I discovered another girl’s panties in his coat pocket. He couldn’t even be bothered making an excuse, and simply suggested a threesome. For a brief moment I considered it, but then I came to my senses and threw him out.
So, it came as a very unwelcome surprise when the next week one of my closest friends, Sarah, announced that she would be getting married. “Another one bites the dust!“ I thought, but the really alarming thing was that he had scheduled it for just two months later. With no boyfriend to speak of, and nobody else to go with, I was forced to attend alone at my least favorite type of event. Suffice to say, in the taxi ride there, I was agitated and bordering on grumpy. As a close friend, I was invited to both the daytime service and the reception, so I had hours of misery to sit through. I arrived at the church and located my group of friends. A few of them had been made bridesmaids, and so they were in the cars with the bride. The rest of us were tottering around in the church gardens, waiting to be allowed inside. Everyone else had a partner, making me feel like a complete reject, and even their promises to find me a man in the evening were not enough to cheer me up. To be honest, my ex-boyfriend had turned me off men for good. A life of celibacy seemed far more appealing than having to put up with the bullshit of another man.
The wedding service went off without a hitch, which was a good thing. All hell would have broken loose if Sarah’s big day had not gone to plan. I managed to keep my mouth shut the whole time, as everyone knew how I felt about weddings, having moaned my way through several in the past. I sat through the proceedings with the requisite amount of patience, counting down the seconds until I would once again be free to live my life. As I looked around the church, I could see an ocean of awed faces all staring at the happy couple at the front. They were blemished only by a single face that looked slightly less than impressed. There was a woman sat a few rows back on the opposite side of the aisle. She looked older than me, maybe in her early 30s, but was incredibly pretty. She didn’t seem to interact with anyone else, and did not seem to be connected to a boyfriend, husband or partner of any kind. The people at her sides talked to each other, but seemingly ignored her existence. I empathized with her, having to sit through the service with nobody to talk to, and wondered who she was. The service ended and everyone was escorted out to a series of coaches which had been hired to transport the guests to the wedding reception later that evening.
It took nearly an hour of winding through farmers’ field along endless country lanes as we made our way to the reception. It was being held at an old, converted castle deep in the countryside, and by the time the hulking, medieval building appeared on the horizon it was almost dark. The coaches rolled up to the main entrance and the guests alighted, making their way inside to get out of the chilly evening air. I walked in with the few people I knew, chatting occasionally whenever they weren’t conversing with their own partners. I felt like a bit of an outcast, but the allure of the open bar quickly cheered me up. The meal and cake-cutting ceremony are, to be honest, a bit of a blur. I zoned out for most of it, and it was only during the evening part of the wedding – the part where I could get properly drunk – that I started to pay attention. The castle had been transformed into a hotel with large banquet hall that was used to functions, such as the wedding. I had booked a room, as had many of the guests, as the prospect of the hour-long taxi ride home was not very appealing. Before the drinking commenced, we all made sure we had our swipe cards to get into our rooms, and then started getting in rounds of drinks as the merriment commenced.
I was silent for a while, admiring the building more than the company at my table. As a history major, the castle held much more interest than their inane conversations about what had happened on TV the previous night, or the latest family scandals. After a little while I realized I needed to go to the toilet, so I got up and walked out of the main function hall to locate the facilities. I stepped out into the foyer, where the reception desk and large staircase to the rooms were situated. The whole building was decorated with antiques and paintings, and looked very old fashioned. You could almost taste the ambience as it seeped out of every gap in the ancient brickwork, and as I wandered around studying the architecture I realized I was really enjoying myself. I walked over to a glass case and inspected the contents. It housed a goblet from the time when the castle was still in use. I read the little plaque explaining its origins, concentrating as I peered through the transparent case. I saw a flicker of movement in the reflection and turned around to see a woman stood behind me. She made me jump, appeared out of nowhere and with no warning. I held my hand to my chest and laughed, puffing my lips and taking a deep breath as she apologized to startling me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said, recoiling slightly.
“No no, that’s okay.” I replied, wondering if I knew her and had embarrassingly forgotten her name.
“I’m
Lina
, I saw you in the church earlier...” she said, and I realized that she was the slightly older woman who had been sat alone at the wedding service.
“
Beth.
Ah, yes. I didn’t know you had seen me, sitting all alone like an invalid...” I joked, suddenly noticing her curvy hips and bulbous breasts. Her elegant navy blue dress clung to her perfect body, with a sparkling diamond necklace that drooped from her neck to her cleavage, drawing my eyes down until I realized where I was looking. I averted my eyes but she smiled, seemingly scanning my body with great interest. Her eyes felt like laser beams burning holes in my skin as they pored over my bare arms and over my small, perky tits. My choice of forgoing a bra was not paying off, as my nipples firmed up and started to poke through the fabric in the cold breeze blowing through the main doors.
“Are you a friend of Sarah or James?” I asked, trying to divert her attention from my chilly tits.
“Oh, I’m on James’ side. We’re old school friends.” she said, still looking me over as I leaned against the glass case.
“Aahh!” I said, raising my eyebrows as if to imply that maybe she had some history with the groom.
“No no!” she chuckled, “Let’s just say he’s not my type...”
We were really getting along, and shortly after that we returned to the main hall and bought some more drinks. Our conversation went on for the rest of the night while the music blared away at a nearly deafening volume, getting up to collect some buffet food and even having a little dance once I had put away enough alcohol. I had forgotten all about the people I had been sat with, although they seemed to be having a whale of a time on their own without me. We chatted about our lives and hobbies, and she kept trying to move the topic of conversation on to relationships. Still reeling from my break-up, though, I was not really in the mood for discussing men. That wasn’t entirely what she had in mind, as I later found out.
“So what is your type then?“ I finally asked.
“Well...” she said, twirling her fingers through the ends of her shoulder-length, brown hair, “Slim build, preferably younger, cute...”
I nodded, thinking it seemed like a strange set of categories to look for in a man. Then, as she grinned and took a sip of her wine, she widened her eyes and stared at me. I finally got it – she was a lesbian! I felt so stupid for having been oblivious to the fact all night long.
“Oh, I see!” I said, giggling nervously to myself, “I’m so dizzy sometimes!”
“That’s okay.” she said, “So, have you ever been with a girl? Like in a threesome with your ex, I mean...”
The knowledge that she was attracted to me was slowly infiltrating my mind, and even though the answer to her question was a definite “No”, I felt myself trying to leave the door open.
“Not yet...” I said, smiling to myself as I drank from my glass. She nodded and curled her bottom lip, taking the secret message that I wasn’t even sure that I had given. It felt so strange flirting with another girl, but it seemed so harmless and fun that I didn’t want to stop. We had a few more drinks as people started to call it a night, drunkenly stumbling their way out of the banquet hall up to their rooms. It was only when I stood up off my barstool that I realized just how wobbly my balance had become. With the bar closing and the guests thinning out, we both decided to head off up to bed. I picked up my little cardigan and draped it over my shoulders, and then started to walk towards the exit. I stumbled slightly to my left, accidentally bumping into
Lina
as I flung my arms around her waist to steady myself. As I gripped her body with my hands, the feeling of the warm fabric around her soft skin sent a brief tingle to my clitoris. She crouched down and hooked my arm over her shoulder to support my weight. I dangled from her side as she escorted me towards the staircase. We passed by the main entrance doors, which were still open. I caught a breath of crisp, country air as it wafted inside, cleansing the stench of booze and perfume that had infested the castle’s atmosphere.