To be banged

“Hello.” Your eyes grow wide…it’s your ex. “What do you want?” “To talk.” “I have nothing to say you!” “Love the view!” You blush as you strike the ENF pose. “You were masturbating. I could hear you.” She grinned. “Stuff you!” “Funny that you should say stuff…she reaches into her handbag and takes our a massive strap-on. “What is wrong with you?” “Nothing, I just want to use this on you.” “You’re crazy! Why would I ever…” “Because you’re horny and I am bi. I am done with guys, I want to play the role of one with an ex-male. If you agree, I promise to make it up to you!”

“What could you possibly do to make it up to me?” You bellowed in response. She grinned. “Drop your panties to the floor and bend over. Then I will show you.” You stare at the massive device before glaring at her. “You really think that I…” “I will fondle and lick those folds dry first, if I have to. Can’t you just try it? Listen, I mean that I will make it up to you. I will help you rebuild your life. I will make sure you have an orgasm a night. Just let me show you how good being a girl can be.”

“Then why don’t you let me do you with that thing?” you spat. “Oh I will. But you first. I can see how turned on you are!” “I just masturbated. That’s all!” you screeched. She began to undress. You hated how much you wanted her. She keeps beaming at you. Your hands shake making you moan. She grins before turning around and dropping her panties. She wiggled her bare derriere as you lick your lips. Before she turns around. She shaved and you have to steady yourself to keep from diving between those legs. “Well? I promise you at least one orgasm if I can strap you up!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Fuccccckkkkk!!!! Yesssssssss!” The pleasure, the sensation, the feelings of completeness. Is this was anal sex was to women? You feel all your nerve endings are on fire. She grunted, pulling you back and forth. No dirty talk. No taints. The two of you wailing and moaning. Then you both collapsed. You had squirted. Liquid, sexual juices had left your female genitalia after a phallic object had rhythmically pounded inside your back orifice. She gently patted your butt. “God you are beautiful.” You managed to turn around. “I am truly sorry for effing up your life. But I am so glad you help me accept that I’m actually a lesbian.” You weren’t sure how to respond to that. “I have a number of fantasies, I would like to try on you.” You stared at her, bug-eyed. “Wait, what? You just took my ass and you still want more?” “Babe, you are a new woman. I can give you pleasure you have never had before. Let me show you one. Please?” Before you could finish, she gently pushed you on your back. “I promise you a tongue bath and I will deliver.” she said. You stare at her again, before she delicately opens your legs. Your breath hitches as she blows between them.

“Mmmm….nice and juicy! I think I sill love your taste, now that I am cured and gay!” “W-wait? I thought you were bi?” “Nope, closeted. Lesbian all the way. Now let me show you how lesbian!” You have squirted and gushed when the strap-on, on the side table, penetrated your back door defences. When she ploughed and drove you to wild abandon, you released a mountain, a cascade of orgasmic residue everywhere. But those sensations, that explosive molten touch that filled you in a way you never believed possible….it was like a gentle hand hold…compared to the unbridled delights and cries that emanated and departed from your throat, when her tongue began its work.

No experience compared to this avalanche of angelic pleasure as her tongue began its exploration of all your crevices. The mound, the lips, the gaps between your thighs, the entrance and finally the exposed and very needy clit….all participated in this contest of pulsating tonguing, sucking and kissing. The sounds that came from you were not words. They weren't even babbling. They were bubbling gasps and gurgling. Your eyes rolled around in their sockets. One apex, two climaxes, three explosions, four orgasms. The waves crashed like tsunamis. A crescendo rose before a descent. Your body was limp, all you could do was buck and stir. Your thighs were too weak to close. Her fingers squeezed and even lightly scratched your round cheeks. Had you energy, you probably would have added hysterical laughter to your orgasmic shrieks. But soon, the light began to fade from what to black. Then everything was grey and gold. You could focus on nothing, just floating. As if time and space were immaterial concepts. Then you bucked as a nail slide down your dainty foot. “Hi, there.”

You tried to see, but everything was dark. You couldn’t move, your muscles ached…but also there was something soft around you. “AHHHHHH!” The nail scraped your left foot. “So baby, you passed out before I could suggest tickle ****. So what do you say?” You squeal as you feel points, ten sharp points on various spots on both your feet. “Tickle, tickle?” She posed.