Top of the hill sex!

Sarah lines up her cock and teases my slit. “Is this tight little pussy mine?”

“Hmmm. Yes, it’s yours.” I feel my body heat up as she clearly intends to tease me.

Her hands trail up to my naked breasts. “Are these perky tits mine?” Her husky voice makes me quiver.

“Mm-hmm, all yours.” You know the answer to these questions, I’m ready for you!

Sarah takes a moment to dramatically ponder her next question. “What about…” suddenly her hips rock forward and she’s inside me. I gasp at the unexpected intrusion. “… this womb here? Is it mine?” She smiles mischievously down at me.

Part of me wants to be pedantic and point out she’s not deep enough to be gesturing to my womb with her cock, but as she pushes deeper in me I realize that could be considered issuing a challenge to her, and I was already going to be walking funny after this. “Ahhh, yes, yes yes. It’s all yours…” my voice becomes gasping and breathy.

She smiles at me and kisses me deeply, beginning to rock her self faster in and out of me. I moan appreciatively into her mouth as her tongue enters and plays with my mine. Then she pulls away from the kiss and slows down her rocking to… reach into my jacket pockets? I didn’t realize anything was in them. She pulls out two clips, like the ones that she used to secure my arms together behind me. She sits up straight, keeping herself inside of me, and hooks both of my legs over her shoulders. She then leans back down to kiss me, folding my legs up to my head with her. It’s pretty uncomfortable, but her kisses make it worth it. I feel her hands give little tugs on the collar of my bondage kit, before she pulls away and looks proudly at her accomplishment as she continues to slowly fuck me.

Even as her weight releases my legs, they don’t come down as she secured them to my collar by the metal rings at my knees. I tentatively test the bindings, but quickly convince myself the pull on my neck isn’t worth trying it. “I wasn’t going to do anything until we got home, but you’re such a perfect little sex toy.” She pounces down on my face with her lips before I can respond to her. With ****, I surrender to her kisses while she fucks me faster and faster. Her hands reach up and pin me down securely against the ground.

In her eagerness to fuck me harder and harder, Sarah slowly pushes my ass up higher so I rest more on my shoulders than my back, and her thrusts become distinctly downward into me. Unable to reach, she stops kissing me and shoves the sleeve of my jacket into my mouth, which I bite down on to keep my voice controlled. As my ass is pushed up she has to move into a standing squat to continue, and she is soon standing completely on top of me to fuck me hard into the ground.

Each thrust adds fuel to the fire in my belly, until it ignites and I can’t keep my body from trying to buck up into her as my orgasm rips through me. But her body remains unmoved by my push, and she thrusts a few more times before cumming inside of me. “Ohh, such a good toy. Fuck, I could fuck you every day.” I giggle into my cloth sleeve gag even as I still have twitches coursing through me. She does fuck me every day.

As we both enjoy the through of our climax and the after effects, I can do nothing but look up at her gorgeous body sitting atop, lovingly dominating me. Her eyes aren’t on me though, as she looks up at what I know to be a beautiful view over the river… my post climax high is dampened as I remember there is at least one guy nearby fishing. Yeah, he’s down in the river a decent distance away and likely has the water noises drowning out other sounds, but still.

Sarah slowly steps away and pulls out of me, letting me rock back down to my back… and letting me feel the shoulder pain that now ebbs into me. I spit out my sleeve. “Ow ow. Sarah! My arms hurt!” I try not to sound too annoying, but without the distraction of sexy times it dawns on me that laying on my back on top of my bound arms and being slammed into them repeatedly, was maybe not the smartest decision.

“Oh shit. Sorry.” Sarah quickly undoes my legs first so I can sit up, then frees my arms for the first time since this morning. I try and help get circulation back into them, as they are both half asleep despite their pain. Sarah helps me into her lap and begins rubbing my arms. She giggles and sneaks a quick kiss, even as my arms begin to prickle with returning sensation that makes it clear there will be more pain as feeling fully returns.

I frown at her, but don’t avoid her kiss. “You didn’t have to do it so roughly.” I pout.

Despite her greater size and clear dominance in our relationship, she has the gall to counter with a pout of her own. “You didn’t like it?” Her sad face is unfair! She’s the cool the one, I’m the cute one! She can’t melt my heart when she made my arms feel like jello!

“… I liked it a lot.” I smile and look down at her chest to avoid her eyes. She makes my whole body feel like jello all the time. And I find her hot and cool and cute and everything else.

She laughs again and hugs me tightly. Then abruptly starts pushing me into my jacket. “Shit, someone’s coming up the hill.” Sarah manages to keep her cool and button me back into my jacket. Which is good since all I can do between my still dead arms and my shame is stare intently at the tree that we are picnicking underneath.

I kind of assumed it would be the fisherman, but instead a lady and her dog walk by. The dog wants to join us, but has to follow its owner down a trail that starts nearby going into the woods. We both sit awkwardly, hearts beating fast at the close call. The Sarah holds up a box. “Apple pie for desert?” Her smile is infectious. I reach out for it and she pulls away. “Ah ah ah, my baby sis doesn’t feed herself on this picnic.”

“But my arms are free?” I ignore that they are shaky still.

“Doesn’t matter. Now say aww” blushing almost as hard as when she was pounding into me, we continue with our picnic dessert. After we finish with dessert, we lay down together and do some cloud watching. I suggest it because I don’t want the day to end yet, but I’m still happily surprised at how pleasant the game is. How does she get a chair from that? But despite my delay tactic, we finally have to pack up and go.

It isn’t until we get home that I realize something was missing. I decide not to mention it though as I’d rather she forget about it too. I can’t imagine how she ever planned on using that thing anyways.

I pounce happily into my bed after throwing off the jacket. I cuddle all of my friends as Sarah takes care of other things I assume returning the equipment to wherever she got it from. What a perfect day, besides almost getting caught… again. Why so much outside sex?! It was pretty hot though. So I’m giggling with Squirtle when she comes in with a tall thin box with a big green bow on it.

I look at her, confused. This day has been magical. You can’t throw more on top of it, I need my brain to still function. Happiness overload is a very serious condition. How inconsiderate of her. Her cocky grin makes it clear she knows what she’s doing to my mind. I don’t know what it is, but just the suspense forces me to my feet and I jump a few times on my bed before coming down.

“I saw this and thought of you… because of course I did. When you see it you’ll know why.” She sounds perfectly confident in her gift, and hands me a pair of scissors with a small bow. I give a little squeal and shake may hands before breathing out to calm down. Then I take the scissors and carefully begin to unwrap and open the box. Inside is a green round plushy. I love plushies! But what is it? I reach in and pull it out a little, and that’s all I need to see to have my brain explode. I slow down and carefully, reverently, pull out the plushie idol. Inch by inch, stitch by stitch, she emerges in all her glory. I stand her up and see she is just barely shorter than me. I squeeze her close and then look her up and down. It’s not just green, she’s green and white.

It’s a fucking life sized Gardevoir. Hahahahaha! I hug her again, and then use one arm to hug Sarah too. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I can feel her laugh, even if my frantic mind can’t register the sound right now. I **** myself to breathe normally, and then look up at Sarah to express myself a little more calmly. “Thank you so much, she’s beautiful.”

Sarah’s smile sharpens into a grin. “Oh she’s more than that. This was just going to be a nice present for the end of our picnic. But the sex shop grandma has spoken, and we must obey.” With mock solemnity, Sarah pulls from her desk chair where I couldn’t see it, the giant strap-on with the tiny waist.

My head explodes. No. Yes? I have such very mixed feelings as Sarah lifts up each of Gardevoir’s feet to slip on the strap-on, raising it to the hips and tightening it around her cartoon proportions. My eyes are trapped on Gardevoir’s new lewd appendage, and Sarah slides beside me to admire her work. “Normally I’d be upset if you stared that hard at someone else’s cock, but I’ll make an exception for Pokèmon you train.”

Holy shit is this really happening? Gardevoir seems to look into my soul. My heart beats faster as I imagine Gardevoir and Sarah carrying me between them and fucking me to their hearts content. Train Gardevoir? No, I want Sarah to train her, and me. Although, I guess Sarah already does sort of train me. I know of Pokèmon porn and how central Gardevoir is to it, but I don’t generally think of Pokémon as sexual beings. But the giant phallus before me makes it clear this Pokémon is very sexual and ready to go. Sarah lets her own hardening cock press into my hip as she invades my space.

Sarah leans in close and kisses my cheek before whispering in my ear. “How badly do you want this Pokèmon to fuck you?” My heart races faster. I’m not a deviant! This is against my will! I would never want to be ravished by a beautiful Pokèmon and my sister at the same time, their giant cocks filling me up. I wouldn’t want Sarah and Gardevoir to make out while holding me down, Sarah pounding my pussy while Gardevoir chokes me out with her cock. Sarah standing above me while me and Gardevoir lick her penis together.

Sarah’s hands running across my chest bring me back to reality, one with a less realistic Pokèmon partner, but otherwise no less kinky.