After pumping Eliza’s asshole a few times, Josh slides the dildo out of her pussy and presses the tip of it against her anus, right above his cock.
Josh looks at Eliza with raised eyebrows. She nods. Smiling, he puts pressure on the dildo, gently sliding it into her asshole alongside his cock. The pressure is intense; the dildo pressing tightly down the top of his cock and the lower ridge of her asshole pushing against the bottom. He’s slides the dildo about halfway into her asshole before stopping. Then he starts moving them both in and out of her anus, slowly and gently, hardly moving much at all.
Eliza unleashes a guttural groan and utters a series of what can only be obscenities in her foreign tongue. Practically in tears now, her breath deep and ragged, she releases her legs and desperately fingers her clit.
No more than five seconds later Eliza’s eyes widen even further and she utters a growling scream and shudders uncontrollably as a huge, intense orgasm racks her body.
Her gyrations squeeze Josh’s cock even tighter, to the point of no return. As Eliza rides out the bottom edge of her orgasm, Josh’s rises up. Leaving his cock in her asshole, he pulls the dildo out and starts pounding away, slamming into her with everything he has, his balls slapping against the backside of her ass as he pummels her in the piledriver position.
It isn’t long before Josh is cumming too, his body tensing up for a moment before releasing. But he continues hammering away at her as he cums, sending his white, hot sperm deep into her asshole, only slowing down once he’s shot his entire load.
Laughing under his breath, Josh pulls his cock out of Eliza’s ass and falls back onto the bed. Eliza is smiling as she crawls over to him, grabs ahold of his cock, and licks it clean of her ass juices.
Once she’s done with that, Eliza grabs the dildo off the couch and sticks it in her asshole. After sliding it all the way inside, she pulls it back out. It’s covered with Josh’s cum. She licks the cum off the dildo, then slides it back into her ass. She does this four times before finally climbing off the bed and heading into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Josh watches Eliza walk away from him, her ass working furiously with every step, her hips swaying back and forth in an exaggerated fashion, until she disappears around the corner. Then he falls back onto the bed again and stares at the ceiling with a wide smile on his face, thinking about the joys of foreign women.
KINKY LESBIAN ROOMATES
My roommate Penny and I started screwing around with each other shortly after we moved in together, a little over a year ago.
It had happened naturally; we were both young, attractive and in our sexual primes. We were both fed up with men and looking for something more. So we decided to give each other a shot. And we haven’t looked back since. We still hook up with men from time to time, and even end up in relationships with them occasionally. But we never stop fucking each other. It’s just too much fun.
Two years ago if you would have told me that I’d not only be living with another girl but fucking her on a regular basis I would have laughed you out of the room.
After all, at the time I was engaged to (who I thought was) a wonderful guy with a marriage date set in stone and plans for the future. I’d never even kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. And I never had even seriously thought about it.
Even after my engagement fell through (when I caught my fiancée cheating on me) I still never thought about sleeping with another woman. I went on a six-month sexual binge, but all with men, fucking as many of them as I could in an attempt to wash the taste of my scumbag fiancée out of my mouth.
But that was before I met Penny.
I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her, about a year after my engagement ended. I was at a bar in the Gaslamp Quarter in downtown San Diego with some friends when she showed up as part of another group we were meeting up with.
She caught my eye immediately, mostly because she was my physical opposite. Her hair was long and blonde hair while mine was short and brown. She had huge, natural, low-hanging breasts and I had small, perky, high ones. Her soft, slightly pudgy, face was completely different than my sharply lined features. She was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy natural figure while I was tall and lanky with a body toned daily in the gym.
And the differences didn’t stop there. Pretty much everything about us was different.
Her pale skin to my dark tan. Her blue eyes to my brown. Her round, fleshy ass to my narrow, firm one. And it wasn’t only our looks that were in contrast.
Penny was cute and bubbly while I was hard-edged and intense. She was talky while I was reserved. She was nice and I was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while I scared everyone away.
I figured we would butt heads like a couple of divas, but as it turned out, we got along incredibly well. People always say opposites attract but I never bought into it.
Until I met Penny.
At some point during that first night we ended up at the same table, both of us drunk off our asses and talking at length about our personal lives. I don’t remember many specifics of the conversation but I do remember that it was mostly about men, how pathetic and sad they were, how they didn’t know what they were doing in bed, how the only thing they cared about was pleasing themselves, that kind of stuff.
Nothing happened that night but the foundation had been laid. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I knew right then that Penny and I were going to end up fucking on a regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d never been with another woman at that point, and I never really expected to. And Penny felt the same way.
Hell, we didn’t even know if we’d ever see each other again after that night.
But, as circumstances would have it, we did see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one after that.
Eventually we ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day we realized we were best friends.
Shortly after that, it just so happened that we were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that we ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang. Despite our outward differences inwardly we were almost the same person; neither of us cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.
Even the first time we hooked up it was nothing planned. We were both having men problems at the same time so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked ourselves in our apartment.
We were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.
We’d been ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”
“That’s a damn good question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is well and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”
“Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” I said.
“You can say that again sister,” Penny said.
So I did. We both laughed.
“But seriously,” Penny said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them completely.”