Toys For Lesbians

Okay so where was I? Yes, at the curb…

I looked at her and with a very grave face I asked, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“No,” she replied. “But I was hoping you could show me.”

Her face was so demure so afraid of my rejection. It, she, was not only perfectly coy and irresistibly vulnerable, her face and every bit of innocent energy that danced about her was, sexy.

“Okay, Come on then,” I said with a smile. “You lead the way.”

In the few short blocks it took to get to her apartment she told me of her journey, her struggles, to make it to NY from a little town and a less than understanding family in Tennessee. I shared my story of a Jersey girl who finally made it over the bridge. We got to her building and upon entering the elevator, she suddenly got quiet, the realness of this was sinking in I think and I wasn’t sure if she would be okay. I remembered how uncomfortable it was for me, my first time and I knew she must be anxious and a little scared even. We reached her floor and the doors slid open, we stepped out and she rummaged nervously through her bag for the door key.

“Is this okay? We don’t have to go in.” I offered her an out, but she replied without words. Just the successful revelation of the key and a quick turning of the lock, the creeky noise of a Lower East side door hinge and a tiny apartment lit greenly by the digital display of her coffee maker. She turned around and hummed a laugh in my direction grabbing my arms and pulling me through the door…

Sexy is a word I reserve for the rarest of individuals. For an aberration from the every day men and women of the workaday world. Sexy is more than a word, it is a crown to be set upon the head of the royal, and as we all know, a crown should only be worn by one king, or in this case one queen.

She started working at my office three weeks ago. A slight girl who smells of vanilla beans and innocence. We began going out after work together and in time I made her aware of my own sexuality; she blushed and smiled in response, “I know, you’re gay.” I would have expected her to make some well intended comment after that to dismiss the obvious flirtation between us but she said nothing. If anything it only served to intensify the playful hand touching and half raised eyelids. She wasn’t a straight girl just playing with me, she was interested and I knew it.

We talked on, through a last sip or two of our wine and made our way out to the street. I immediately stepped to the curb to hail a cab as I was used to doing after our drinks, but she stopped me before I could flag down the yellow machine and said, “Don’t get a cab, we can walk to my place from here”….

That’s it for now I have to run, but I’ll be back to continue the story later on.

“Please Angie,” Linda moaned as I continued to circle just the very tip of the dildo at her glopply lips.

My girlfriend’s juices were all but dripping down the crevices of her upper inner thighs as she spread there under me and I continued to poke at her with the toy. Try as she might, my cute little baby couldn’t not bear down. I knew the tortured precipice Linda was writhing over and having brought her to these points, in various ways through-out our combustive love-life, I smiled at how wet I was. Whether I was playing her ass with an anal probe, licking her clit as she came over and over, making her dress in skirts way too tight for her, what truly worked for me here, beyond the physical sensations and Linda’s moaning, was my assumption that my red-haired beauty with the impossibly rock hard ass wanted something so much…and at the same time did not want.

The pull of Linda’s brain loosing the fight over what her body ached for was what I lived for.

“Papaplease,” she continued to plead. “It’s too big, you know it’s too big.”

I didn’t know any such thing, as both Linda and I had picked out this particular dildo together, what the site had professed was the latest and best in their ‘realistic’ line and had used to on each other the past month with spectacular results. I knew that Linda needed to protest, she was one of those gay women who had to reject long phallic toys just to assert her lesbianism, sort of like a straight guy who professes that anal play will make him gay when everyone knows nothing could be sillier, just to comfort his swimming mind with the rationalization of what his body craves. Linda was a thirty-year old gay woman, as gay as me, a deep probing in her vag from a fake though real looking cock didn’t mean she wanted a real cock up her in the least. But I let her have her protests, her repulsion, simply because I knew, she knew that I knew she really wanted to be dildo-ed, she ached for a strap-on (or to be the one strapping-on) and it didn’t mean a hell of a beans where her sexuality was concerned.

“You deserve this and you know it,” I said and stuck the tip of the toy into her then. Linda gulped, but pushed down on me all the same.

Her little tits shook and I bent to give each nipple a lick then fed more of the dildo into my girlfriend.

“FUCK!” Linda shuttered and screamed as I came up and faced her. Poor girl was grinding on the futon.

“More,” I said. “More.”

“No Claire…FUCK NO!” she screamed, while spreading her thick legs even wider.

“You so love this, I know it,” I said, and pushing in more I got half the seven and half inches of toy up her.

I knew what was on the horizon, what I had to say to blow her mind, but I was reserving my last terrible torture for the very end of this, when Linda could take no more.

That we both knew what I would say made us even crazier (I was basically flooding in my thong sitting next to my girlfriend then).

“Look how nice you take that,” I said holding the end of the toy straight and true. Linda was attempting to wiggle up the couch and at the same time open her legs even wider.

I bent and licked each nipple again.

“A little more, a little more,” I said and pushed more of the dildo inside her.

“FUCK!” she really screamed then and crawled up the couch. Arching her back I thought maybe this was enough for her-sometimes I do wonder if I push the doming when I am doming. But then I looked down at the pretty flushed face under me, saw Linda bite her lower thick lip, her blue eyes widening in lust and ache and knew we were on the right track here.

“Look down at it Linda,” I said, using that last weapon in my arsenal, the very one thing I knew I could say to make her completely crazed.

“It’s ok, it’s what you want, what you need, look down,” I prodded.

Linda did look down, slowly, as if looking at a sexy picture of a dildo going into some pussy not her own.

“See that nice cock in your pussy?”

“No…no. Claire, Claire!”

“See such a nice cock in your beautiful pussy.”

“Claire, Claire,” she said looking up at me then, flashing real sexual terror in her eyes.

I knew I had her then.

Linda and I had plenty of toys; we even had what was called a few lesbian dildos. But for this outing, when I really wanted to fuck with her head as much as her pussy, I went for the realistic cock to really get her nice and fearful…which is what she wanted as much as me.

“I will not put anymore in you unless you look down and really consider that nice thick cock in you,” I said.

I caught the slight quiver of Linda’s lips as she tried to stifle a hint of a smile. She dipped her head, stared at my hand on the dildo, opened her thighs even wider. For seconds we stayed poised there then my girlfriend looked up and said:

“Give me the cock Claire, give me all of this beautiful cock up my pussy.”

Ah, I love realizations; I thought and pushed up in and true.

Jenny rolled over and woke with a start as her bare thigh tapped the downy bare hip next to her. A sudden heated realization flooded the blonde’s slowly waking synapses and she opened her right eye to spy the warm naked body lying face down next to her.

Suddenly a rush of images rushed at her: brushing by her new friend Kim as they went to make their way into the hallway, a split second acknowledgement then the two women kissing; clothes being lifted and shucked as Jenny and Kim rolled back into Jenny’s condo, the girls sprawling on the couch; Jenny pulling Kim’s perfect thong-ed ass over her lap and spanking the twenty two year-old ten times while both women squealed with delight; Jenny and Kim bending to Jenny’s bottom dresser draw and snickering over all the sex toys inside it, Jenny producing her favorite dildo and advising a wide-eyed Kim that: “Yes, _there are_ some strictly lesbian sex toys.”; the fast and violent way Kim had come twice when Jenny went down on her, attacking the smaller girl’s clit with a tongue lashing just this side of furious; Jenny rubbing her pussy up against Kim’s little ass and coming so hard her whole long-limbed body shook while Kim masturbated right along with her.

Yeah, now Jenny remembered, that was what had happened last night.

Rolling off the cute little girl in her bed, carefully extricating her own naked body from off her lover, Jenny went to her bathroom and took just as much time settling her mind as she did attending to the usual business.

Kim was wide awake when Jenny reappeared. Propped up on her right elbow, one big breast almost fully in view shmushed against the sheet, the girl in the bed shook her bobbed-haired head and smiled wide.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Jenny managed, still standing.

“You coming back to bed?” Kim asked and rolled onto her back so her big chest was revealed fully. Jenny’s eyes of course went to the woman’s perfect round tits and hard nipples.

Christ could Kim really be all this cool about last night, Jenny wondered.

“Maybe we should talk a little?” Jenny asked and then did sit down at the edge of the bed.

“I’m cool,” Kim said, still on her back, the sheet just up over her belly button. Jenny was sure she had never seen a sight so alluring; a perfectly poised, full-breasted twenty two year-old Philippino girl lying in her bed, seemingly ready for more fun. 

“I mean, you know that was my first time,” the smaller girl continued. “I mean, I’m not a lesbian, or at least I don’t really think I am…”

“..well, I…” Jenny started and lay down on her side to scuttle up close to Kim.

The women began kissing then as Jenny moved her hand over to play with Kim’s left tit…then her right.

“Jesus Christ,” Kim said breaking form the kiss. “You get me so hot.”

“Back at ya girl,” Jenny said, still circling Kim’s right nipple between her thumb and middle finger.

“I mean, I tried some stuff in high-school, you know how girl’s kinda experiment…” (yes, Jenny knew damn well how some girls did indeed experiment…though Jenny’s ‘experiments’ with other women had stuck!) “…but you really, well…Jesus Christ, you really can eat pussy!”

Jenny rolled off Kim then and both girls laughed.

“You wanna…maybe…” Kim continued, moving to face Jenny then. “Wanna maybe use some of those toys you showed me last night?”

Both women instinctively looked across the room at Jenny’s dresser drawer.

“You really are taking to all this, huh?” Jenny said. “I thought you said you weren’t gay. Your cousin Jackie’ll kill me ya know if she finds out I’m the girl who introduced you to lesbian sex.”

“Well I am sure you and she had your moments in college,” Kim snickered.

Jenny wasn’t about to reveal a thing about Kim’s cousin’s escapades-_mainly_ hetero though they had been-there had been moments when…

“You really wanna try one of my toys?” Jenny said, hoping to change the subject of Kim’s cousin, the person who had connected Jenny and Kim to hang out for a day…a day that had flowed now into the next day.

“That fake cock kinda got to me,” Kim said and leaned into kiss Jenny. “It looked nice and smooth.”

“Yeah well, it’s a lesbian dildo, really,” Jenny assured the pretty young girl. “Like you said, smooth, but you know, large enough.”

Saying this Kim undulated on the bed and threw the sheet off her pussy. Looking down Jenny knew this was an invitation.

The toys could wait, at least for a few seconds; Jenny rationalized, dipping her head to Kim’s warm wet bald pussy for another lapping.

I liked, nay, I was _obsessed_ with Mary’s bod. Petite, yet somehow thick all at the same time, the pale Chinese girl had these tits that were about the roundest I had ever seen and this ass…well, it was just as round! She was cute as a button to, but really it was that tight little body that kept me staring time and again, and maybe the fact that the Mary never wore a bra and these dangerous hip-hugging jeans 24/7.

Mary knew I looked, I was damn sure she liked that I looked and on occasion the brown-eyed sophomore would flash me more cleavage then she was already showing, or shake her ass at me as we parted for classes. It was all in good fun for her, I knew, but terribly teasing to me. In the year I had known Mary we were growing closer but I still couldn’t get a bead on where the girl was coming from.
Though the jury was still out on Mary’s sexuality, mine was ‘on the record’. Within our group of seven I was the resident lesbian; I had hooked-up with plenty of girls in my two years in college and good amount in high school (I even had a real steady girlfriend senior year, who taught me a thing or two about the wild and wacky word of lesbian sex toys). I could be found at any number of college parties usually necking (or at least flirting) with cute little freshman chicks or holding court with my friends, deliberately shocking them with tales of eating pussy or strap-on sex, though more often the not embellishing those retellings for their wagging tongues. But none of us ever heard Mary speak of a boyfriend or girlfriend, and since she was from another state entirely we had no knowledge of her life before she came to school with us (or at least only knowledge of what she had told us) and when a hot guy or girl sauntered by on our small college campus she more often than not gave both a look.
But it was getting to the point for me personally that I ached to know which side of the fence the little girl swung. I couldn’t see her this new semester without wondering, staring, fantasizing.
Was Mary just a merciless tease or did she really want more from me? I’d stayed up late nights thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts about the girl. The way I figured it, I could roll with being all close cuddles and soft kisses with the little girl or I could just as easily start biting her nipples and grind my pussy against that perfect little bubble butt of hers until we both begged for mercy. Whatever Mary’d be into I was down for.

I guess the pressure was building more than usual that day though. How or why I said what I said, I have no idea (or even care) but as we met that 9am at the student center coffee kiosk (say that three times fast!) I couldn’t help but stare down Mary’s shirt and made my first real pointed remark.

“They look especially perky today,” I said as we wrangled our coffees from the barrister.

“It’s a new top,” the brown-eyed girl said, looking up at me slightly. I had more than a couple inches on her and had always enjoyed the height advantage for this kind of a view.

I stared down at perfect alabaster cleavage just there ripe for the licking, her round tits settled and so firm in what had to be the thinnest T-shirt I had yet see her wear.

“A shirt like that is gonna get you in trouble someday.”

“I hope.”

I sipped.

She sipped.

“Really, that’s some view.”

“Glad you like it.”

I took a step back to drink her in. Mary smiled over the lip of her latte as I took my time accessing her. Why even try to hide it? She was flirting, wasn’t she?

I knew I was.

“Ever notice how my tops are getting tighter and more revealing?”

I swallowed a big gulp of my still-too-hot coffee.

“Getting daring in your old age?”

“Well, I wanted someone to notice.”

Now she gulped.

Ok, I’m not the smartest girl on the planet and I’m not the type of lesbian who sees all manner of homosexual potential in every meeting (straight girls and guys do this to). But Mary was being obvious, wasn’t she?

“Took you long enough,” I said smiling. She smiled too and tapped the side of my cup with her own.

“Well this would be like my second time with a girl. I had to tread lightly. I’m a little nervous.”

Ah, sweet naiveté in all its resplendent glory, I thought. I’d be able to introduce a whole host of nasty diversion to Mary, if she let me. If we lasted beyond the month it would take me to commit her naked body to memory, maybe I would even get out a few of my sex toys.

“Neither of us needs to go to our morning class today,” I said, and with my free hand I grabbed Mary’s arm and led her out the side door of the student center.

Of course I let her lead just long enough so I could spy her ass.

Okay, so this is what I was thinking…

A.) Gina knew I really wanted anal from her.

B.) That was kind of a large dildo we had bought and now was attached to her strap-on harness; not huge but big enough, as far as I was concerned.

C.) Though I was, in fact, right then on all fours looking back at her apply a liberal amount of lubrication on the black rubber phallus, I could be just as happy on my back if Gina wanted to take me that way. Considering the girl’s near perfect C cups, me laying back and being fucked while I stared at Gina’s firm chest was just as good a possibility then the out-and-out submissive pose of me taking it up the ass on all fours under her.

Really I am very accommodating when my ass is about to be plowed.

D.) I probably couldn’t be lubed enough for that fake cock, seeing as it had been quite a while since I had done anything anal.

“You’re awfully quiet babe,” the big blond behind me offered.

I guess I had been considering my four points a little longer then I should have seeing I was bent there waiting, ass up, cheeks spread, face to the pillow, not offering her protest or prodding.

“I’m a little nervous,” I said, not exactly telling the truth.

True, anytime I got into anything where ass-play was involved a little shutter did run through me, but I wasn’t really afraid Gina was going to hurt me as much as I was just anticipating this first time with her and our dildo.

From what I knew of our relationships; the good, the bad, the ugly and the sweet I have been through in my twenty nine years, a sex life can flow on tides as high or as low as the people involved can swim (and often times they don’t swim together). In fact, there had been those occasions (and a little too many if truth be told) where I had been the one riding high and my lover had been drowning there in the low currents of boredom or I was aching for anything_but_sex while my partner was bragging to close confidants about our sex being the best they had ever had.

I had been lucky with Gina so far; we seemed to both be on the same page with our needs and fears. I had the word anal out my mouth about the same time she was showing me an Internet site of “things I’d like to try”, clicking over the dildo pages. So we seemed pretty well matched.

Still she was about to fuck me up the ass.

It did give one pause.

“You still want this?” she said and scooted an inch closer to my open ass.

“I still want this,” I said, then lean forward into the pillow, on one cheek, my face shmushed down deep. “Do it nice and slow, but give me it all.”

I guess I had made the decision to have her take me from behind. Hell as far as I was concerned this wasn’t going to be the first time for us and anal; either her giving to me or me to her. We’d start this way and see how we both felt afterwards.

“Just move your right leg a bi…” she said.

I gulped, the head of the cock was in me! A tear came to my eye, not from pain but from realizing that this girl, who might actually turn out to be one of the great partners of my life, had had the courage to take me at my word, spread my ass, lubricate us both and now open me in a way I so ached for but never got enough of.

“Next time,” Gina said, laying on top of me. Christ my ass opened so easily; like falling off a bike and getting right back on, I snickered to myself.

“…next time, maybe we get you on your back.”

Ah, yes, Gina and I might just be destined for each other, I thought.

     “I’m gonna stay just right here,” Jenny said as she circled the tip of the dildo just inside Donna’s wet anus.

     “It…it feels so…urm,” the smaller girl squealed as she stayed frozen on all fours in front of her lover.

     “Just nice and easy, round and round,” Jenny continued as she slowly circled the lubricated tip of the toy in the puckering opening of her girlfriend.

     Though she had been planning all week to open Donna this way, in fact to keep her girlfriend plied and aroused with this overly cool lubricated toy, Jenny was just as determined to have Donna ache for more of the dildo up her ass, to open and allow a nice deep exploring, to have this tight little circling tease Donna so much she would come back on Jenny and demand the thing all the way up her ass.

     Jenny knew the only way to accomplish this, the only way to really get Donna to open up and want more was to give her less from the outset. It had worked through the past six months of their dating, slow teases of interminable length that would see Donna grow so crazy she’d reach out, clutch, whine, and grind, basically demand from Jenny exactly what Jenny wanted to give Donna anyway. For Jenny it was Donna’s eventual acquiesce, even to activities she had yet to engage in or had very little experience in that made Jenny wettest of all.

     The couple’s first foray into using a lesbian anal toy, a dildo made just for the purpose of ass exportation, was one such happenstance where Jenny looked to break Donna into wanting what she initially admitted scared her.

     It had been a nice half year of Jenny coming into her own as the dominate partner in the sex life she shared with Donna, a role that suited her personality as well as befitting the difference in the couple’s ages (Jenny was 35, Donna 30). Jenny grew wetter every time she asserted more of her will over the wide-hipped southern girl and Donna seemed to lose less and less of her inhibitions as Jenny pushed her. Never before had either girl ever been comfortable to explore roles so defined in their sex lives.

     The women had flirted with anal play the past few months, but this was the first time Jenny had introduced a toy and had actually inserted it into Donna. For Donna, her experiments had been many ‘back there’ but never truly successful. In her years experimenting in college, many boys had tried to engage her in anal sex but after she realized her true desire lie in the women around her she found so attractive, she had spent years simple exploring the joys of oral sex with female partners, that penetration, certainly anal penetration had passed her by. Sure there had been those few occasions, but beyond fingers, really Donna had never experienced anything truly up her ass.

     For Jenny, she lived for the hunt, the experiment, the challenge and the diversion more than she lived for any one activity. If her sex play took her into a three-some, so be it, if it meant buying a nice thin smooth toy to shove up Donna’s ass so slowly the girl came to crave it, then so be it.

     “I wan…I wan…” Donna said, arching her pretty freckled back, her inner thighs shaking. “I wanna, I wa…”

The moment was at hand, Jenny knew. She pushed in slightly and kept the tight circle pressed, opening the anus before her incrementally, waiting for Donna to say it, to open, to allow, to submit, to…

     “I wanna see you take this,” Donna suddenly said, and lean forward, enough to pop herself off the toy. She spun quickly on her knees and faced Jenny, who was kneeling there looking down at the now loosed dildo in shock.

     “It feels so good in there, I want you to feel it,” Donna said, got to her knees and kissed Jenny, then stood with a shot to run to her purse lying on the pub chair in the corner of the room.

“I bought you one, to; you wanna feel it, right?”

     Equally naked, sitting and surprised Jenny looked up at her lover as Donna came across the floor to her, a smile across her alabaster face and nearly an identical dildo in her hand as was in Jenny’s.

     “We can start with those tight little circles,” Donna said kneeling to the bottle of lubricant between them. “That felt really great.”