A toy box is filled with fun for two insatiable, hot girls
Hey, the mail’s here. Someone must’ve sent you a present. There’s a big box for you.”
“What’s the return address? Who’s it from?”
“It’s some company in California.”
“Oh, good! Come with me!”
“What’s up? Come with you where?”
“Come with me, my pretty,” I said, twirling a fake mustache and pulling Paula by the hand off to the bedroom. “You open the box while I get ready.” I handed her a nail file, then pulled off my shirt, leaving my bare breasts exposed, slipped off my shorts, and stepped out of my panties.
“What in the heck is in the box? Why are you taking off your clothes?” Paula asked, with a gleam in her eye.
“You’ll see. Just get that box open. I saw these toys in a catalog and thought we could have some fun on a rainy day. And since it’s raining, the mail came just in time.”
I walked to the bed, where Paula was sitting and working on tearing open the package. Slipping her shirt off, I knelt by the bed, kissing her knees. She wrestled with the wrappings, finally getting the flaps of the box open.
“Oh, damn,” I said, jumping up to hurry to the kitchen, where we keep the new batteries. “Be right back…. Don’t open anything more till I get back.” Fortunately, I’d just bought a package of D batteries.
“Okay, keep opening,” I said, as I settled myself on the floor again, batteries in hand.
“What is this?!” Paula yelled as she extracted one object from the box.
“Take off the plastic and you’ll see.”
“Correct. And that’s not all. But we can leave the rest for later.”
It was a big, sweet, glowing, green tool, with all sorts of ridges in twisting lines, around six inches long and about as fat as a good-sized zucchini. In fact, its name was The Twister, and it looked like I could screw it right up into Paula’s cunt. Of course, that was the idea.
I took the vibrator from Paula’s hands, took off its top, slipped in the batteries, and said, “Now, my sweet, I’m gonna show you a real good time. Just call me Snively Cuntlash.”
Paula squealed with delight as I turned on our new toy to check out its operation. It made an intriguing loud hum, louder as I turned it up to vibrate harder.
Beginning at Paula’s toes, I kissed my way up to her calves, all bronze from her hours of sunbathing on the roof. Then I found her knees again. She was all quivery and giggly as she always was when I was making love to her. But as I reached her inner thighs, making my way up the inside of her legs, I noticed that she wasn’t quite undressed yet.
“Do I have to remove these myself?” I asked with mock gruffness, tugging at her silky pink panties.
“That would be okay, too,” she said. So I reached around her waist and pulled the pink fabric down to her hips. At that point, it seemed like a good thing to sit on my knees between her legs. As I worked the panties down, she lifted one leg to my shoulder, then the other, high in the air, so I could remove the impediment to my desire.
“That’s better,” I said, as I rubbed my face back and forth in her bush. “Ah, girl-scent. I’m psyched.”
Paula lay back on the bed with her legs extended over the end. I kissed her belly and massaged it, running my hands over her hips and massaging her bush. It wasn’t long before she was exuding juices and moaning. I tickled the inside of her legs with my tongue, exhaling warm air and blowing the hair on her cunt. With every breath, she opened her legs a little wider. I blew more puffs of air and was quickly within a fraction of an inch from her fragrant, liquid-drenched flesh.
With the tips of my fingers, I began tickling her cunt-lips. Paula moaned, trying to grab my hand in order to direct the fingers to her goal. I knew she was getting to the point where she really wanted to have something inside her. So I pulled out the new neon green toy and turned it on slow. I took its tip and touched her lips, moving it up and down, teasing her.
Still on my knees, I took the vibrator and gently inserted it into Paula’s hungry cunt. As soon as it was settled in as far as it would go, I turned up the volume to medium and watched her squirm against it.
“Oh, yeah, I really like this,” she said. “More, more, more.”
So I turned it up and watched her as she moved rhythmically against the vibrator. The thing that would get her off would be my licking her clit, sucking it, with the vibrator still high in her cunt.
With one hand working the vibrator back and forth in her cunt, I parted the top of her lips and stroked her clitoris with the fingers of my other hand. She was writhing and squirming as if I’d slipped a snake up her hole.
As much as she liked this, I knew what she really wanted was my mouth. I teased her clit, holding the tip between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing and twisting it slightly until it was erect. With my other hand, I pushed slightly against the vibrator and found it would go in even higher. I twisted it back and forth as it hummed happily in her hole.
Paula was holding wads of bedspread in her fists. She was high, ready to get off. So I put my lips on that bit of exquisite flesh that was the key to her pleasure and licked its crown. She began to shudder. I took it into my mouth and began to suck, feeling her juices against my cheeks and running down my mouth and chin.
All of a sudden she began jerking and groaning as if jolts of electricity were passing through her. She screamed out, “Oh, oh, dear god, don’t stop.” She was spasming over and over, as I held her delicate flesh in my mouth until she was spent.
When she recovered herself, she sat up and grabbed me by the hair on my head, half dragging me up beside her in the bed.
“Now,” she said, “we’re going to see how you like playing with the new toy.”
“I’m all for it.” As a matter of fact, I could hardly wait.
Paula half climbed on top of me and began kissing my breasts, neck, and shoulders. She wrapped one leg around so it was between mine. She’s a sturdy little butch who likes to be on top, and I’m perfectly happy to let her be there. She kissed me on my waist and belly, heading down to that place where I was waiting for her.
I was ready for that neon green plastic joystick. In fact, I wished she’d hurry. “Paula…anytime,” I said against her neck; the sound was sort of muffled.
“Oh, yeah…? How much do you want it? How badly do you want that big, fat, green dildo between your legs and up inside you? Do you want it fast or slow?”
“Real bad,” I said. “Real bad and real fast.” I was dripping with juices and oh, so ready.
She parted my labia with her hand, teasing the outer lips, rubbing up and down until her hand was covered with my slippery lube. Then she touched me where I wanted her to be, and my clit stood up like it was a Boy Scout saluting the flag. As wet as I was, I knew that Paula could slip in the vibrator with no problem. I opened up as wide as I could.
“Hurry, honey, hurry. I’m ready.” She teased me with it, the vibrating shaft gliding into my crotch ever so slowly, increasing my desire for its fullness in my cunt. She angled and held it against my g-spot, which sent me into my first orgasm. I was aware of its approach and could feel the buzzing, slow at first, then fast, a buzzing that detonated into a full, throbbing climax. It went on and on. Just when I thought I was ready to rest, Paula turned up the vibrator, and I began spasming again.
“I’m speechless,” I said as I lay exhausted, still feeling the contractions of my cuntal walls and the vibrator’s insistent whirring.
“Oh, yeah?! That’s what you think.”
Instead of removing the vibrator, she turned it up again and began pinching my nipples, twisting them gently and kissing me with her tongue so far in my mouth I thought I’d swallow it. To my surprise, I turned on even more than before. I was pushing against the vibrator, rocking against its smooth pulsations, rising to an arousal even stronger than the first one. I couldn’t believe that I could feel like this after I’d had such a strong climax, but there it was. I was right at the edge of another orgasm and only needed Paula’s hot mouth on my clit to push me over.
Paula continued to massage my nipples as she crawled to the foot of the bed. I was still rocking and rolling with the electric rhythm and hoping that she’d go down on me fast and hard like I like it. I didn’t have long to wait. Her velvet tongue began massaging and teasing my swollen button, licking around its sides, rolling its tip between her lips, while the vibrator buzzed in me.
This time it was even stronger. My cunt contracted over and over in wave after wave. It seemed to go on for hours.
Paula held me as I came, one hand still rocking the vibrator steadily, the other stroking my back and arms. I felt otherworldly, out of my body. I was numb from the strength of the spasms. Paula was lying on her back.
“Well,” she said, “that was fun. What else is in your magic toy box?”
“Good grief, girl, aren’t you satisfied yet?” She wanted sex more often than any other girl I’d ever known, so I suspected her need hadn’t yet been quenched.
“I’m curious,” she answered. “I want to know what other surprises you have.”
Fetching the cardboard box from the floor where it had fallen, I dived into it and pulled out another of the toys I’d ordered from the catalog.
“All right!” she exclaimed as she watched me remove the wrapper from a foot-long double-headed dong.
“Paula, I don’t know if I’m up to this right now.” I’d already come so hard I was shaking.
“Nonsense. I want to try it.”
She grabbed me and started making love to me again. Even though I was tired and spent, I knew that she could arouse me. She always could. We rolled over each other, kissing and sucking, rubbing and massaging until we were both hot and wet all over again.
Then she took one of the ends of the long, pink double-header and pushed it about five inches into her cunt. She lowered herself over me and put the other end in me, opening me gently with her fingers, then thrusting the tip in, then pushing it farther. She was on top, lying on me, and we both had the thing fully inside us. When she moved, I could feel the pleasure way up inside.
And so she slowly began to fuck me and, as I moved in response to her, I was fucking her at the same time. The sense of fullness in me was incredible. I moved with her as she directed. She took long, deep strokes, and I could feel it as if it were really part of her. She could feel it too as I moved. We were nearly completely joined, rocking and fucking each other.
This time we took it slow. We wanted to stretch out the sensations as long as we could. She had her arms around me and kissed me over and over, stroking me, and me stroking her, in and out, back and forth, moving in tandem. It was as if we were doing a slow dance with very delicate steps, moving against and with each other. This time when we came it was together. She could control and time her movements until they matched mine, and when she sensed that I was about to climax, she started her own ascent. It was like nothing we’d ever done together.
After it was over, we lay wrapped in each other’s arms. When the sensations had finally stopped, Paula said, “So what else is in the box?”