These are not mutually exclusive

Izzy’s face lit up as she pawed through the expensive purse. DJ could only stare in silence as she pulled a pair of items out. The first to emerge was something DJ had only ever seen in a porno before. The double sided black vibrating strapless dildo was designed to fit inside a woman and allow her to fuck like a man.

Izzy looked around for a place to set it, her brow crinkling when she went to set it on the counter. Deciding that wasn’t the best place to put something that would be inside both of them momentarily, she simply put it the only place that made sense. The bulbous cock shaped end pressed against DJ’s painted lips for only a second before his jaw opened up and allowed the trespasser access to his mouth. The grin on Izzy’s face grew at the sight of her ex boyfriend standing there dressed like a slut with a fake cock hanging from his lips.

Her hand searched through the purse for a moment before she giggled and set the purse down on the counter. “That will be for after!” Turning back to her ex, she stepped up and wrapped her hand around the end of the vibrator she intended to slide inside herself and began to saw it in and out of DJ’s mouth. The cock was only about six inches long, but it was still more than DJ had ever had in his mouth. Both of them were surprised at the ease he had when she pressed it deeper, his throat pausing only momentarily before allowing the head to slip inside.

DJ watched their reflection in the mirror as his ex girlfriend fucked his face with a dildo while he stood there dressed like a slut in his sister’s clothes. The whole scene felt surreal. If it hadn’t been for the insanely hard cock pressing out against his tight panties and booty shorts or the feeling of the silicone dick rubbing against his lipstick covered lips, he would have sworn it was all fake. Even with those feelings, it held a certain dreamlike quality.

While DJ contemplated reality, Izzy continued to push the cock deeper between his lips, only stopping when her knuckles rested against his lips. Looking into his eyes, she realized he was staring at the scene in the mirror and paying little attention. It amazed her how he could easily handle the strapless strapon so well. Deciding that was enough, she pulled against the handle and watched as inch by inch it slowly slipped from his mouth. The head emerged with a loud popping sound. The noise seemed to break DJ of the hypnosis.

“Wow, you can suck cock good! Now, shorts off.” It was simple for her to unbutton and unzip her own jeans, slip them down her thighs and insert the handle up inside of herself. Pulling her pants back up, she did the button up and helped lock the object deep within herself.

Turning around, she watched as DJ struggled to pull the miniscule shorts down his thick thighs and over the boots. A giggle escaped her lips as she watched him finally get them off. He stood there bent over the sink, leaning down to get them when she walked up behind him. “Mmm, this is gonna be fun.”

DJ’s eyes were locked on his sister’s shorts on the ground when he felt her grab his thong and pull it to the side. His head shot up to look in the mirror. Her grin as their eyes locked was the only warning he had to the head of the silicon cock pressing deeply between his cheeks and invading the place he swore he would never put anything. With only a little more pressure, she shoved the head inside.

The sudden pain **** DJ to abandon the clothes on the ground and grab the sink with both hands as he groaned out. “Fucking oww, god damnit Izzy, get that thing outta my ass!”

“Nah!” Her response preceded her shoving it farther in by only a second. DJ could feel inch by inch invading his body, the wide head and life-like vein running down it rubbed against spaces and nerves he didn’t know he had. By the time she had buried it inside of him, his eyes had rolled back up into his head and his mouth had dropped open.

Seeing her fucktoy beginning to enjoy her ministrations, Izzy began to pump in earnest. The six inch cock slipped in and out of his anal cavity with ease, each inward bump pressing up against the button inside of him that made him go cross eyed in the mirror, his tongue hanging between his lips. For her own part, Izzy was enjoying the sensations of the toy buried in her own pussy. Still, she knew it could be better.

Slipping out till just the head was in, she reached down and twisted the knob that activated the vibration of the toy. Both her and DJ’s eyes shot open. His in surprise and hers in pure pleasure. The strong vibrations slid through both of their bodies. It took a moment for Izzy to become used to the feeling before she was able to really begin to fuck him again.

With the vibrations coming, DJ lost all control of his mind and just allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure he was feeling. Izzy began a new slower and more deliberate stroke, at the end of each long stroke she would bury the last half inch with **** before pulling back out. The more sedate pace allowed her to reach for the purse and pull out the gleaming metal anal plug that she had left inside earlier.

DJ, with his mind lost to the feelings of the anal invader didn’t notice anything extra until Izzy leaned close to him and reached around, one of her hands wrapping around his now freely swinging cock. Her hot breath in his ear just barely broke through the haze of lust as she spoke to him. “Cum for me slut, cum baby.” Short fast and hard strokes followed her instructions, as well as one of her hands stroking his cock. The other held the plug well out of his sight and right in front of the path of his cum.

The combined sensations of his ex’s warm hand on him, the build up of all the sexual tension over the morning, and of course the monumental pleasure she was pounding into his ass made the forthcoming orgasm a forgone conclusion. Hearing her voice in his ear, he stiffened his back and shot rope after rope of cum. His legs locked up and his body began to shake as his orgasm hit harder than it ever had before.

Slipping the cock from his ass, Izzy stepped back and watched her ex boyfriend’s asshole gape slightly fr0m her ministrations. Giggling, she took the cum covered plug and slipped it inside of him easily. Seeing her hand still covered in his seed as well, she waited for DJ to come down from his orgasm before slipping her cum covered fingers between his lips.

DJ felt Izzy’s wet fingers enter his mouth. His eyes were still closed after the massive orgasm she had just given him, and his lust addled mind could only imagine that the wetness on her hands was from her hot and wet pussy. Never once realizing that he was sucking his own juices down, DJ cleaned her fingers off hungrily. “Mmmm, baby you taste so good.” DJ cooed out as the fingers slipped from his lips.

Izzy’s laughter alerted him to something that was wrong. Hearing her across the room, he was confused as he could still feel something inside of himself. Turning around, he saw her unable to control her own laughter as she pulled the dildo out of herself and dropped it into his purse without cleaning it. “Oh baby girl, that wasn’t me you tasted. Only one of us came.”

DJ’s eyes shot open as he realized what had happened. “Now, put your shorts back on, I think class is just about over and you need to get back to Jason.”

Unable to stop himself from following her command, DJ reached down and struggled to pull the shorts back on over the high heeled boots. Izzy shook her head as she watched. “See, that’s why a slut like you should wear a skirt. Tell you what, I can either get you back to Jason, or we can go see if we can find you a skirt in the girl’s locker room. What do you think?”