"Oh God!" Sandy exclaimed.
Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh colored dildo. It
was almost twice as big as the vibrator Sandy had lost last month. She had
seen pictures of things like that but had never seen one for real. It was
like a rubber cock, right down to the fake veins on its sides and the large
balls hanging beneath it.
"You said it'd been a long time since you had been really fucked,"
Jasmine said as she lifted the cock in her hand and climbed onto the bed.
"What kind of hostess would I be if I let you go home without taking care
of that need?"
Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz cock at the
entrance to Sandy's still damp pussy. She pressed the cockhead up against
the moist lips, parting them slightly.
"Relax, this isn't going to hurt........" Jasmines said as she eased her
toy in slightly and then withdrew it, lubing it up as she did.
".......much." She then sinfully added.
A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that she had
enough lubricant on the rubber. Then with a firm grip on those pale white
legs, she gave her first hard thrust forward, sending four inches up inside
her woman. Sliding it back she repeated the exercise, this time watching
six inches disappear between Sandy's cunt lips. Another stroke and she
would be able to take it all.
Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt herself being
penetrated. Her hand maintained a tight grip on the straps that held her
into place. It was more than she'd ever taken before, but she knew from
experience than even though it hurt now, it would soon get better. She
could end it all with a word, but that option no longer even occurred to
her.
By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to pleasure as Jasmine
began to really get into a rhythm. Sandy was now actively thrusting her
body to meet each incoming lunge. It now felt so good that she couldn't
remember the last time a man had fucked her like this. The only think that
could make it better was that if it could be made of flesh and blood
instead of rubber. By now, Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the
intensity of her efforts as she got more and more into the fantasy of being
a man taking care of "his" woman.
"Untie me!" Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!"
Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the quick release
on the left cuff. The right one followed a moment later. Her hands now
free, Sandy grabbed Jasmine's ass and added her own strength to her
thrusts. Pulling her deep inside her as she would a man, it was easy for
her to also forget that it wasn't really a man atop her.
"Fuck me baby!" Sandy cried out as she felt electric surges rushing up
and down her body. "Fill me up, give it to me!"
Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air conditioning.
Both woman knew that this would be the best yet, and at the same time they
both knew that after it they be too wasted to do anymore. Because of that,
they almost didn't want to reach the summit.
"Well, it looks like while the cats away, the pussies are gonna play."
Said a loud booming voice from the bedroom's doorway.
The sudden appearance of a tall black man in the doorway brought both
women to an abrupt stop. He stood a little over six feet tall with skin
the color of night. The muscles that covered his dark body were clearly
outlined by the reflective light of the track lights. He was only wearing
a short cut off t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. The stranger was truly
an imposing sight.
Sandy's eyes popped open in fear as she began to jump upward, only to be
stopped by Jasmine's weight atop of her.
"It's ok!" Jasmine quickly said to Sandy as she felt her jump. "That's
my boyfriend Jamal, he's the one I was expecting earlier."
"Hey, sorry I'm so late Baby," He said as he stepped into the room.
"But the truck I was driving tonight broke down and I had to wait for a
wrecker."
"And I suppose you never thought to telephone?" Jasmine countered.
"I did call, three times." He said, "But you've got the answering
machine set for the first ring."
A sheepish look covered Jasmine's face. She had forgotten she had
turned off the ringer on the phone after Sandy had arrived so they wouldn't
be interrupted.
During this conversation, Sandy just laid there silently, caught up in
the unbelievability of the situation. Here she was laying naked in front
of this strange black man, while he holds a discussion about answering
machines with his hooker girlfriend. Not to mention she had just spent
over an hour and a half exploring the nuances of lesbian lust with that
girlfriend. Or the fact that she was lying naked on top of her with a
strap on dildo between her legs. A dildo that was still halfway up her
pussy.
"How bout you then," Jamal continued. "You bringing your work home with
you these days?" He added as he motioned to indicate Sandy.t.
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