"Mm.. fuck, yeah.."

Elle's soft moans reach my ears through the darkness, and I imagine her face all scrunched up in a grimace of pain and bliss. I say 'imagine', because the only thing I can see is her tight, pink pussy and the contours of her ass cheeks beyond, like a peach that's been split open to reveal the most perfect pair of holes that God ever created. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty fond of my own pussy, but Elle's just got this perfect ridge of cleanly shaven lips that part ever so slightly when she is turned on, so that you can see the tiny pearls of her arousal even before you dive in and bury your face in it. It's not so much that Elle seduced me with her snatch, but I knew for certain that I couldn't let go of her once I saw it. Pert, pink and perfectly tight, it is as if Elle was built to be fucked. The fact that she prefers girls is probably God's idea of a prank.

Oh, I suppose I ought to correct myself. The shape of her ass and the juicy lips of her cunt isn't all I can see; there's the thick, turgid shape of the cock going in and out of Elle's ass, too. Probably should have mentioned that, right? After all, that's the reason she is moaning so loudly, and why her pussy is practically dripping onto my face. Neither of us really knows his name, and to be honest, I don't even really remember his face - half a dozen mojitos will do things to a woman, let me tell you - but his cock is perfectly suited for what we wanted, and so we took him back to ours and let him get acquainted with Elle's tight, winking asshole.

With my girlfriend thus getting hammered on top of me, I know better than to expect her to have the wherewithal to properly eat me out. Elle's usually no slouch in that department, and many is the time I have woken up to her nudging my legs apart with her nose, but right now, all she can probably focus on is the tight sensation of anal invasion, and as such, it falls to me to uphold our pseudo-lesbian lifestyle. Lesbian, because we are indeed two women living and fucking together; pseudo, because every so often, even the best lesbian-living bi girl needs a nice cock inside her. So it goes, and so, here we are.

Reaching my arms up and around her, I hug Elle's booty with my slender arms and feel the impact of his hips reverberate through the fat cheeks, slap, slap, slap, such a lovely sound to go with her whimpered moans. It's not quite enough, though, and after gazing up at his efforts to ruin her back door for a few moments, I return my attention to the cleft of my girlfriend's snatch, and dive in, burying my nose in her musky scent and letting my tongue dart out to tease over her clit with expert precision. Elle reacts immediately, and her moans grow louder as I assault her with everything I have. Above me, the guy groans, undoubtedly feeling the way his nuts are now bumping against the bridge of my nose. Briefly, I pull away and move my mouth to his sack, and after lavishing him with spit and basking in the resulting groans of pleasure, I return to Elle's clit, endeavoring to rub the flat of my tongue against the tiny pea with as much gusto as the position allows.

"Fffuck.. Sarah..!"

Elle's voice is whiny and tinged with need, and I move a hand over to deliver a few, rapid spanks on her exposed ass, grinning as the flesh jiggles lewdly in response. The guy, seemingly not one to be outdone, grabs a hold of her cheeks and gropes them roughly, seemingly quite keen on exploring every inch of my curvaceous girl before she comes to her senses and remembers that she is supposed to love the muff and not the cock. Undoubtedly, he had hoped that he'd get to fuck both of us, but given the circumstances, he is probably happy that he at least got her instead of me. Not that I can't hold my own, with my black hair, brown eyes and moccha-colored skin. But I never had the curves that Elle has, nor the succulent dick sucking lips that pout even when she doesn't mean to. More than her chestnut hair and blue eyes, though, I am sure he is relishing her thick, bubbly ass as it slaps against him, each thrust making her cheeks quiver with the impact of his hips. Over and over, the squelching sound of his lubed cock ramming into her finds my ears, and I grin with my face buried between her legs as his moans rise an octave-- not long now until she gets the creamy reward she's been craving.

I can feel Elle's breasts brush against my stomach as she churns along with him, her hips moving more and more to meet his thunderous, pumping shaft, and I do what I can to hang on for the ride as he buttfucks her into oblivion. Loud, sharp cracks of his hands spanking her, and her bucking back against him causing her pussy to practically smash against my lips, a cunnilingual makeout session unlike any I've ever experienced before. All the while, the guy's nuts are banging against my face and smearing the combined wetness of Elle's juices and his own sweat across my forehead, like some kind of perverse Lion King baptism. A small part of me is envious that I'm not the one getting treated to such a thorough fucking, but Elle and I had already agreed ahead of time that she'd get the cock this time around.

Next time, though..? Who's to say.

Pressing my tongue aggressively against Elle's pleasure buzzer, I listen with a slightly malicious glee as her whimpering cries shift into a higher gear, and I can practically feel her cunt rippling and clenching against the tip of my nose as she approaches an explosive climax. For a second, the guy halts his hammering into her to shift his knee next to my head, and then I feel him redouble his efforts, each hearty thrust pushing Elle forward before his hands (and her slut-tastic eagerness) pull her back into position. I do what I can to hang on, but the strength of his anal assault is enough to make it impossible to eat her out, and frankly, Elle's moans have begun to reach a pitch that threaten to wake up the neighbor's dog. Being the clever and resourceful girl that I am, however, it is a problem that is easily solved by wrapping my legs around Elle's head and dragging her face into the waiting warmth of my pussy. Her muffled groan of surprise only lasts for as long as it takes the guy to lay another half-dozen fat inches into her ass, and then the moaning returns, blessedly obscured by the lewd kiss that my pussy is giving her. Keeping my legs tucked around her neck, I let the pleasant vibrations of Elle's groans and grunts ripple through me, and refocus on the task of getting her off.

Above me, the rutting cock has reached a glorious crescendo, and I watch with a mix of awe and amusement as the shaft becomes a blur of movement, the fat cum vein swelling and stretching my girlfriend's asshole to its limits as his orgasm approaches. From beyond the mounds of Elle's ass, I can hear his breathing turn ragged and strained, and the fingers digging into her hips grow claw-like as she meets his thrusts with her perfect, plump pucker, the wiggling of my tongue on her clit only serving to make her clench more greedily around his shaft. His nuts slap against the bridge of my nose, once, twice, and then he jerks Elle's body against him with all of his might, burying the shaft of his thick cock inside her tiny hole. The grunt of pleasure is unmistakable, and just as he delivers the first jet of cum into Elle's ass, I feel her thrash and buck against me, her own orgasm catching up with his a half second too late. Grinning and grinding my tongue against her clit, I hold Elle in place with her face between my legs, and force her to ride out her orgasm to the sensation of our nameless lover pumping her rump full of cream. She shakes, cries, shakes again-- and at long, long last, she stops.

Fifteen minutes later, with the last of the guy's cum seeping from Elle's well-worked asshole, I snuggle up behind her and drape a blanket across both of us, letting the scent of sex and ass tickle my nostrils as I take a deep, relaxed breath. The guy's gone home, one wild experience richer and a large load of cum lighter, and I move to wrap my arm around Elle's stomach, burying my face in her hair before kissing her shoulder gently. She murmurs something, already half asleep, and I can't resist the urge to reach down and squeeze her ass, which is still red and warm from our dual abuse of it.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

Elle giggles and nods, her stupor not so deep that she can't find the wherewithal to wiggle her ass against my hand. I tap her gently on the cheek, and feel the regretfully unspent energy stir in me, lust and tiredness vying for control of me.

"He was good..." Her voice is husky and muffled against the sheets. I grin in response.

"Yeah.. that should stop your cravings for a while, huh?"

Elle hesitates, giggles again. "Maybe."

"Maybe? You mean you haven't had enough?"

She demures, her hips wiggling teasingly against me. "I dunno.. I could go for some more of it, if I'm honest."

Barking a laugh, I slap her ass lightly. "Hell no! You absolute butt slut. Next time it's my turn."

Slowly, with cheeks that burn slightly red, Elle turns and fixes her beautiful blue eyes on me. Despite being bent over and brutally ass-fucked by a relative stranger, she is still the most beautiful creature in the world to me. I lean in and kiss her, snatching the brush of her lips before she speaks.

"I know. Next time, it's your turn. But... maybe we could find someone who will fuck both of us..?"

She looks nervous, but I try to soothe her with a smile. It's not something we've seriously discussed before, but... why not? The churning ball of unspent need in the pit of my stomach thrills at the idea. More sex. More pussy. More pleasure. More Elle. A cock to fit us both? It could work. It could work.

"We'll see," I murmur, and kiss her again. "If we find the right guy."

She nods and sinks back onto the bed, pale breasts splayed against her ribs. "Okay. But only if you're okay with it."

I grin, shrug and snuggle up next to her. I haven't made my mind up yet. But with the way she was tonight, cock-drunk and easy on the trigger... mh. Well, I could get used to that.

Likes: Playful sexuality, open-mindedness, eating the booty like groceries.

Dislikes: The myth of bisexual promiscuity, sex without passion, the Dutch people who are intolerant of other people's cultures