I'll tell her

James dropped me home at six o’clock. He was working a night shift keeping an eye on his human guinea pigs. I kissed him goodbye and strode humming up to the flat. I met Heather unlocking our door with a load of shopping at her feet. I helped her carry it in and unpack it. “Would you like a beer?” I asked her and we shared one while we put the food away.

“Well, you look pleased with yourself,” she said.

“Do I?”

“Yes you do. You look like you’re bursting to tell me something but want me to drag it out of you.” She leant back against the kitchen counter.

I laughed, “You’re right!” I paused suddenly a bit embarrassed. “Well, you see I…I let James have a taste.”

“I’m amazed he’s still with you. Most blokes would have pushed off by now,” she as she closed the fridge.

“He said he loved me,” I said. “Before he fucked you or afterwards?” Heather snorted. “Go on give me all the details.”

I let her drag them out of me over another beer. We sat on the sofa in the lounge. “You certainly took my advice,” she said. “Did you enjoy it?”

I nodded. “It felt really good. I never realized how big a man’s thing is.”

“They’re not all big.” She paused, “How do you feel now?” Heather had her hand on my knee.

“What do you mean?” I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. I started to fiddle with my hair, which was tied up in a ponytail.

“Well,” she said slowly. “You had a steamy afternoon with James. You jerked him off while he touched your tits. You said you enjoyed it but it doesn’t sound like you got, you know? Satisfied. It doesn’t sound like he satisfied you.”

“I didn’t want him to. I’m not ready for that. I want to take it at my own pace. I told him as much. I talked dirty to him and said I would do anything he wants me to but in my own time,” I said.

“That’s not what I mean Lucy.” She stroked my leg her hand pushing my skirt up my thigh.

I knew what she meant. I sat still as she caressed my thighs and then dropped her head kissing them. “No, Heather don’t,” I said gently pushing her head away but she took my hands and put them by my sides.

“I won’t take no for an answer,” she said. She was kneeling in front of me. She reached up with both hands under my skirt and pulled my knickers down. I was feeling so horny from James that I did not care how bad I was being. She put a hand on each knee and pushed my legs wide apart. Leaning forward she kissed my blonde bush. I lay back on the sofa and entwined my fingers in her hair. She was licking me with her tongue. “You taste good,” she said. Her tongue was licking down each side of my pussy lips and then parting them, licking my crack, pushing into me and then coming up to my clitoris which she licked slowly.

It felt so good; I paid no attention to my inhibitions. “Lick me Heather, it’s so good. Lick me. Do me, please.” I pushed my pussy in her face as her tongue probed me and licked me. Her fingers were inside me, slipping in my moistness. “Fuck me Heather. Fuck me,” I moaned. Heather drew back and for a moment I was frightened she was going to stop. She stood and pulled off her top and slipped out of her blouse. Her breasts were big and heavy. She pulled off her slacks and panties. “What are you going to do?” I asked as I watched her.

“I’m going to fuck you Lucy,” she said. She put her arm around me under my back pulling me to her so my bottom was on the edge of the sofa. She put a cushion under my bottom so my mound was thrust into the air. She supported herself on her arms so her large breasts were hanging in front of my face. “Lick them,” she told me and I did. The thought that I was a dyke bitch entered my mind. It was such a turn on. She pressed her pussy against mine and started rubbing against me. It felt incredible. We thrust our pelvises against each other, gasping and moaning. Heather’s tongue was in my mouth and I was kissing her. I touched her pussy with my fingers. She was so wet. “Push them into me,” she gasped and I slipped two of my fingers home. She moaned and rubbed herself against my hand. Her own fingers were inside me. We were finger fucking each other.

“This is so dirty,” I moaned. “I love it Heather. I love being a dyke bitch.”

Heather stopped moving for a moment looking a bit shocked, a look I have never seen on her face before. We were both panting heavily and a second later we had collapsed giggling onto one another. When I could draw breath I said, “don’t stop fingering me. It felt so fucking good.”

Heather lifted herself off me. “Did you mean what you said about liking being dirty and a dyke bitch?” she asked as she got to her feet.

I nodded, not caring what she thought and to show her how dirty I was I unbuttoned my blouse and squeezed my nipples. “I want you to suck them while you fuck me,” I said. I wanted to be so dirty. “I won’t be long,” she said and left the room. I thought she was going for a pee. I took off my clothes and lay back on the sofa with my legs apart. I was going to ask her to lick me and finger me to orgasm.

Heather came back in carrying what looked like a huge dildo and a tube of lubricant. I sat up my eyes wide. She sat down next to me. The dildo was of dark black latex. It was about two-foot long but double headed, with a penis at each end. It looked very realistic except for a ring around the center that was slightly bigger on one side and covered with little bumps. Heather bent one end, “it’s very flexible,” she said. I knew what it was for without her telling me. “Will you try it out with me?” she asked looking me straight in the eye. I nodded and blushed at the thought of what we were about to do.

She squirted some lubricant into the palm of her hand and rubbed it over one end of the dildo. “Watch me Lucy,” she said as she sat back on the sofa and opened her legs. With the fingers on one hand she parted her pussy lips and with the other she pushed the head of the dildo into her. She looked so sluttish. I lent across and took hold of the other end of the dildo and started to gently push it into her. “Oh god Lucy, you’re fucking me,” she moaned. I gently moved the dildo in and out of her with each thrust pushing it deeper into her. She was moaning and squeezing her breasts. “We’re filthy sluts Lucy,” she whispered. It was turning me on. I pushed the dildo further into her watching the expression on her face. She was frowning and panting as the rubber cock stretched her. She put her hand on mine, “climb on Lucy,” she said.

I took some lubricant and rubbed it over my end of the dildo. It was a good imitation penis with veins and a ridged circumcised head. I think it was about the same thickness as James’. Heather reached down and took hold of it pointing it upwards so that it stood up between her thighs as if it was her cock. “Sit on it Lucy,” she said. I knelt above her on the sofa one leg either side of her thighs and, holding the back of the sofa, slowly lowered myself with my eyes closed. Heather positioned the dildo’s head so that as I sank it entered my pussy. I have finger fucked myself but have never had anything thicker than a couple of fingers inside me. It stretched me as I sank onto it forcing a deep moan from me. “That’s it Lucy,” Heather said softly, “ fuck yourself on my dildo.” I lifted a little off the rubber cock and then sank again letting it penetrate me a little further. It hurt a bit and I gasped. “That’s it my little bitch,” Heather said, “it hurts but it feels good, doesn’t it?” I raised myself a little to lower myself again. As I did so Heather reached up behind me. She grabbed my blonde ponytail and pulled my head back. Her other hand was on my shoulder pulling me down. She thrust upwards with her hips pushing the dildo deep into each of us. I felt the head touching me deep inside and I let out a yell. Our pussies were both pressed tight against the ridge on the dildo, which was designed to rub against our clits.

With one hand wrapped tight in my hair and the other round my waist Heather rolled us over so I was on my back and she was between my legs on top of me. “You’re pulling my hair!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, dyke bitch,” she grunted as she pushed into me. The dildo felt amazing inside me and I found myself raising my hips to meet her thrusts.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled as we both pushed onto the dildo. My pussy was taking the whole dildo at each push and the ridge in the middle was rubbing my clit as we came together. I felt like I was going to come each time it pressed me. Heather had both arms wrapped round me now, her breasts pressed tight against mine. One hand was still tight in my hair and pulling while it the other was under my back holding me tight. I had my hands on her bottom pulling her into me as we fucked each other.

“Finger my arsehole,” she breathed in my ear. With a shudder of delight at how dirty I was being I put my finger on her bumhole as she bucked into me. Heather stopped moving for a moment and untangled her arms from around me. She lifted herself onto her elbows and picked up the lubricant tube from where it lay on the floor by the sofa. “Give me your hand,” she said and squirted some onto my fingers. She lay back down on top of me her tongue licking my lips and forcing its way into my willing mouth. Her hands were squeezing my breasts together as I put my own on her bottom. I pressed my forefinger against her tight puckered hole and it slipped inside. I pushed it in to the second knuckle and then I eased my second finger in. I started finger fucking her tight hole but she started bucking her hips again and it was as much as I could do to keep my fingers inside her. I pushed them in as deep as they could go. “Ah yes! Yes Lucy! Oh my god! That is so, fucking, good!” She panted this out loud, pushing her cunt up and down on the dildo. This was forcing it deep into me and I started to moan as I felt my vagina shudder. I was starting to orgasm. My vagina was involuntarily tightening around the dildo. I had never felt anything like it. Every previous orgasm had come from my clitoris. This was coming from deep inside me.

“Ah fuck! Christ! Heather, I’m coming!” I found myself yelling as my body shook. I bucked and writhed beneath her.

She rode me and the dildo, sitting upright now. Her generous breasts were bouncing as she groaned “I coming Lucy! I’m coming too!” I felt her tremble and shake. She threw her head back as her orgasm ripped through her and then she collapsed across me. We lay panting, saying nothing for some time and then she kissed me. “Dirty little dyke bitch,” she said with a smile.