Bridge

Steven sat on the bed. He looked her she up and down and decided he wanted to see how flexible his friend really was. "All right. get on your back and do a bridge."

Eliza moved slowly with a look in her eye that begged him not to ask this of her. she laid down on her back in front of the bed then hoisted herself up using her arms and legs until her body was arched in the air, her limbs buckling under the weight. Steven raised up from the bed and circled her appreciatively running his hands on her taut body until he came to her slit. Stepping beetween her spread legs, he ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit. she shuddered as he did, partially from disgust and partially from pleasure. He’d made her body enjoy it, but not her mind.

“Eliza, are you on birth control?”

“Lesbianism is my birth control.” she practically spit the words at him as he continued to rub his cock along her slit.

His grin didn’t abate as he paused at her entrance. He’d suspected that she wouldn’t be, but he wasn’t about to stop himself from enjoying her raw. He certainly hadn’t brought condoms and she had no need of them. He grabbed her hips and slowly pushed the head of his cock past her folds, claiming her tight cunt for men for the first time.

Eliza moaned as he did. Whether she liked it or not she craved his touch. He’d made her that way. Steven nearly lost his load in the first inch of her tight canal. As he’d suspected she wasn’t entirely untouched, she’d clearly used a strap on or her girlfriend had, but she still hugged every vein and bump like a velvet vice. He pushed deeper, bottoming out against her cervix with an inch or two left to **** inside her.

“How does that feel, Eliza?”

“It… it feels good.”

“Good. Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me.”

“No. Beg. Beg me to be your first.”

“P- please fuck me, Steven. I n- need you to fuck me. I want you to be the first cock to ever fuck my little pussy. I need to feel you move inside me. Please, Steven, fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

Steven began pounding her tight cunt. This was entirely about his pleasure. He was lost in how good she felt gripping his cock. He started to hear a whimpering and looked to see her making fists of the comforter as he went. He was absolutely elated. He’d brought his lesbian best friend close to cumming as he made himself the first man to use her holes.

“Do you want to cum, Eliza.”

“No.” she answered through gritted teeth.

“You look like you want to cum.”

“I… I want to but I hate the idea.” she was panting as she spoke, her body clearly on the precipice.

Steven was close too. On the one hand he could **** her to cum with him. On the other he wasn’t sure he cared if she enjoyed it.