All Girl

All Girl Read Free Page B

Book: All Girl Read Free
Author: Emily Cantore
Tags: Fiction, Erótica, Lesbian
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held it in place, occasionally increasing the intensity setting as I squealed louder, slobbering over her pussy and stretching out my tongue to lick the insides of her vaginal walls. I was slowly creeping towards my climax when I had a wonderful idea.
    “Stop!” I whispered, so she turned the vibrator off and looked at me with a look of confusion.
    “ Wait, ” I said as I stood up and went to the drawer.
    Okay, I admit, a few weeks ago, drunk and on the internet I'd bought a sex toy in a blur of wine and horniness and I may have clicked the wrong thing. When it turned up, I was mortified and hid it in the back of the drawer. I reached back and pulled it out.
    "Oh my god! You are a pervert!"
    She started laughing as she beheld the double-ended dildo in my hands. Dildos aren't that funny. Double-ended dildos designed to look like giant cucumber are.
    I thrust a giant cucumber in her face and she held it in her hands. As I climbed onto the bed again she didn’t even wait to start using it. She sat back, leaning on her elbow as she spread her legs wide open and slid one end of the cucumber into her pussy. It glided in with hardly any effort, parting her wet, glossy labia as it disappeared inside her. I sat opposite her, similarly leaning on one elbow as I moved my crotch closer to her. She held the cucumber steady while I positioned it ready for penetration, and then pushed myself onto it, impaling my soaking wet vagina. Our legs were crossed in a scissor formation, allowing our vaginas to meet without restriction. She groaned as the weight of my body pushed it slightly further inside her. I took a few inches, but there was still a gap between us. She took it in as far as she could and I did the same. Our moist pussy lips met in the middle and kissed as the cucumber held our vulvas wide open.
    We started to thrust our crotches towards each other, bumping our clits together as we fucked ourselves on the cucumber. The small bumps on the faux- fruit rubbed over every nerve ending inside us, and collectively we formed a chorus of sexual groans as we panted away. Her supple, young breasts jiggled on her chest each time we crashed together, mashing our vaginas as our juices combined even more. She reached out to fondle my breasts, and started to pinch my nipples as I moaned louder. The sharp twist of pain as she clamped them in her fingers sent me over the edge, making my hips convulse as my legs kicked out at her sides. She was enthralled by my powerful orgasm, and continued to thrust herself onto me as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I hadn’t felt a climax like that in years, as my ex-husband never seemed interested in pleasing me. Even my own self-induced masturbatory orgasms couldn’t hold a candle to the sheer intensity of it. My face went red as I held my breath, and then collapsed onto the bed with the cucumber still wedged inside the two of us. She removed it and climbed on top of me, squashing my tits down as she leaned in to kiss once more. I wrapped my arms around her and she held on to the back of my shoulders, and we embraced passionately.
    Then I had one final, disgusting thought. I got up and opened my top drawer once again, pulling out a small jar of petroleum jelly and prompting a wide eyed grin from Casey. Enlivened by the intense orgasm, I didn’t even ask if she was interested; I simply picked up the cucumber and started to rub the slippery substance over each end. She knelt on all fours on the bed, so I took a small blob of jelly and rubbed it over her tight, clean ass hole. I climbed on to the bed behind her and faced the opposite direction, and after applying some jelly to my self , I positioned the cucumber between us and started to back up on it. With some gentle force I managed to push it between her slippery, lubed-up rim as she clenched the duvet in her hands. She groaned as it pushed inside her. I braced myself and spread my cheeks open as it burrowed inside me, and after we had taken a few

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