Grrl sex

At the end of the night at a BDSM party a few weeks ago, I had the good fortune to meet a scrumptious lady and her husband for a few minutes. Round and cute, with short, dark hair and a Drew Barrymore-ish lisp, I made a mental note to chat her up more next time.

Imagine my surprise when I walk into a women's play party the week after, and who do I see (riding the sybian no less), than miss fabulous. But wait, it gets better. Turns out her and a woman I am currently play-dating go way back and here we all find ourselves in near nakedness on a futon with sex toys aplenty.

DB ish grrl takes a break and is off with her friend K for some munchies. My play-date and I settle in to reconnect (it's been awhile) and amidst the cuddles and coos I ask if she would like to fist me. She would. We start with me on my back and she gets a glove on and lots of lube. Fingers inside me are the best feeling in the world, really I prefer them over dick. She knows her way around my pussy fairly well though only with her fingers, never before with her fist.

We decide to switch positions and I get on my knees. I like this position for fisting; it allows me to "go down on" and swallow the fist. She nearly comes when I do. The pretty lady has her fist in me and she is overwhelmed with how it feels. Warm, tight, my pussy squeezes her fist close and lets go and she moves more inside me. She fucks me with her fist now, the fullness and the feeling of being taken like this warms me all the up to my heart, which overflows and sends the waves of orgasm back down to her.

After, she is ready to be got and I fuck her hard with my fingers. She comes fast and easy. I love the contrast of the pearly cum on her black skin.

Our two cute friends are back and ready for some. DB wants to get fucked and fisted now. K and I hold her down and my pretty lady straps one on. Grabbing DB by the hips, she drills into her hard. K and I are merciless, holding DB down, sucking on her tits and playing with her clit. She makes the most beautiful noises as she wriggles and cums; she isn't loud but does alot of "oh's".

I stop to masturbate while she is getting fucked and we look into each other's eyes as we both orgasm, gripping each other's hands at the point of climax.

Pretty lady takes a break and K goes to work fisting DB. I get in behind K and rub her back and stroke her tits, kissing her while she pumps her fist in and out of DB. Pretty lady has DB by the hair and they are engaged in a tense exchange of words.

Around the room, there are magic wands buzzing, a whip snapping and women cumming. I like this party. I like group fucking and I like to see women taking control over other women. I love to see women come hard. The hostess comes by just then with grapes and lovingly stops to feed a few to everyone. After, we collapse in a pile of sticky girlness, giggling and breathing together. At the end of the night, I exchange details with DB. I am thrilled her and pretty lady are old fuck friends and still have sparks for each other and me too methinks.

Grrl sex is hot.....

Part Two and the morning after

We are both so tired when I arrive home from the party. I had left your house after being fully and completely fisted only to go to a women's party and be fisted again and then fuck and spank and finger and kiss and suck on many women in a pile for 3-4 hours. It's bed time upon my arrival and we fit together perfectly spooned. Your bed is very comfortable and I like to feel your shape outlining mine. The fan buzzes quietly, I take a last sip of my water and we rest.

At some point in the night I wake, you are hard and I masturbate you until you take over and come. More sleep, I wake before you and am told to keep still for another hour while you rest. No hair stroking, no nipple pinching, no touching myself, just rest. Not an easy task but I do my best to sit still and you are soon snoring again.

I get through the hour and you are in a semi-awake state. I ask if I can masturbate and you say yes. I get my toy bag. I ask you if you will fuck my ass with one of my new dildos. You are quick with the lube and glove as always and prepare my bottom for entry. The head is exquisite, larger than the shaft, I moan and protest but at the same time, lower my bottom onto the dill. You call me a greedy slut. You teach me how to take a cock in the ass. My orgasms make me feel emotional, close to tears. You ask for my other toy; a tentacle shaped dildo I got from a girlfriend the night before. With one dildo fully in my ass, you fuck my cunt with the tentacle, and pound your fist on the end of the ass dildo. May I tell you how much I enjoyed that? Finally, you had me hand over my Magic Wand and licked at my clit with it (how did you do all that by the way?) Buzzing on my clit, fullness in my pussy and ass, a fist pounding on my ass and spanking my cheeks. My hand covered my screams more than once.

You allow me to recover and we have toast and tea and do a few housekeeping things. Later, you want to smoke a cigar and I am happy to join you outside on the enclosed patio. You put down a piece of carpet and have me kneel on it. My dress was on by this time, but my breasts were easily exposed with the dress material pulled underneath them. We both gaze down at the large purple bruise on my left tit, lovingly first given to me last week at the MVK party and tweaked a few times since then to maintain it's intensity. I recount how the women I were fucking last night were all happy to dig their fingers into that bruise and watch me writhe. Of course, what a silly thing to tell you. No sooner are the words out of my mouth than you have your huge, beautiful cock in one hand and smack it down hard on my bruised tit; again and again and again. Your cock is so heavy, your Prince Albert jewelry and my nipple ring clash a few times.

I rock back on my heels and lay my head against the massage table type of furniture you have there and my arms go back behind my head to expose my armpits to you. You had asked me a few weeks ago to not wear deordorant and to stop shaving my armpits and of course I have complied. The hair is almost long enough to pull and the smell is sweet. You take my chin in your hand and slap me across the face, two, three times. It sends me over the edge always. But you are not close to being done with me. Your cigar burns into my bruise and snaps me back to reality. Again, you burn me. "Pain slut," you say. You see how my eyes light up before they roll into the back of my head. How just the very edges of my lips form a smile but I am so taken by all these sensations I burst into laughter. You push your fucking hard, fucking huge penis right into my nipples, pushing your cock all the way. It fucking hurts and you do it to one tit and then the other and back and forth again. More cock smacking against my tits. We are outside, and though the patio is enclosed there are people walking and talking less than ten feet from us. My hand covers my mouth again as I take in all these sensations.

You are ready to come and we shift positions. You sit on the furniture, I kneel in front of you. You jerk off while I pull your nipples and suck on your balls. Fuck! The people are still there on the sidewalk, talking. I know you are going to come soon and you do not come quietly. "Shh, Bear," I whisper. You do your best as I feel your spasm and hear your ejaculate hit the cement.

We are good together you and I. We make our own rules, rules that work for us. There are limitations in place but I don't see them as that for they have allowed our imaginations to soar high. Our play is safe, hot fucking sex in so many different ways. It is intense and joyful. I never expected to find you. Thank you, Papa Bear. You know what your slutty little girl needs and you give it to me.

To my PB

We are at your house. We have had a rough time today, you and I. All was almost lost due to miscommunication and assumptions; a hot-headed little girl am I, fumbling my way blindly at times from anger, hurt.

I am worried I can give in to you, my want to serve you is great but it can surely test me on so many levels. Tonight I am ready to walk out the door without giving myself over to you. Our eyes lock and we hug as I prepare to depart. I am not ready to go, I do not want to go, I want to give myself to you, I want to be tested and grow.

I tell you I want you. I am sent to the bathroom to bend over the sink and hike up my dress. My panties are down and I pull one leg out of them so I can spread open farther. My panties hang off my left shoe; my heels help me arch my back and my hands are on the counter, my face against the lip of the sink.

You come in wearing gloves and with lube and you come at my pussy hungry, diving in with both hands, then with one fist. I push my butt out and arch more to try to swallow you. I do and the fullness is exquisite. Was I going to walk away from this? You punch fuck me, I gurgle and gasp, breathing hard, the pain is pleasure and the pleasure is pain. You fill me so completely I cannot squirt. I hike my dress up and peer between my legs and ask you to please pull out. When you do, my hand meets yours at my cunt, we both rub and I am instantly squirting. The first of it runs down my leg, the next several come out in spasms to splat on the floor. I can see it all and it is so pleasing to watch. You spank me. I love it. Your bare hands on me give the best marks, the best bruises. I am floating. You give me a towel to dry myself off.

I am on my way out to a women's play party with a happy, swollen cunt ready for more. I am so high I turn to leave the bathroom, forget about my panties hooked to my shoe and promptly drag my beautiful black, lace panties through all my juices on the floor. I don't even know I have done it til I hear you giggle. You take me panties from me. You like to keep the smelly ones awhile before I get to have them back.

I ask if I can come back to you after the women's party. You say yes. We are lucky together to work at what we have. I want to be good enough to deserve what I get. I want what you give me. You make your little girl happy.

Shop Girl

I was getting ready for a play party and thinking about what I wanted to wear. It's a little silly sometimes, this fussing over the outfit when we all know it won't be staying on long so what's the point? But still, we like to make an entrance and the packaging is important especially because you never know who you'll be meeting.

Tried one shop but it didn't open for another 40 minutes and I had waxing to take care of. I decided to drive down Main Street, headed for my favorite waxer who spares no mercy with me, then remembered a lovely boutique I hadn't visited in a long time just as I was about to pass by it. I turned the corner and found parking easily (always a good sign) and (sigh) they didn't open for another 10 minutes! Was I really up that early? I peeked through the window and decided it was worth my time to wait. Minutes later the shop girl opened the door with a big smile on her face and said "Good Morning!" She was wearing the cutest black jersey knit wrap dress and I noticed her sweet, round bum as she walked away from me.

I began looking around the shop on my own and we started to chit chat as I browsed. I was looking for stockings. She asked me what was the occasion and I told her I was going to a play party that night. She got a little flushed but was interested to know more and came around from the counter to help me look at some items. Before I knew it, I was loaded up with several pairs of stockings, an ivory with black detail slip dress and a few other dainties.

Betsy kept asking me details about what kind of people go to the play parties and I teased her with a few tid bits. I said she was exactly the kind of person that might go and I wondered if she might like to join me? She had given me pair of white panties with red ruffles on the back and some incredible stockings that stayed up on their own. She wanted to see how it looked so I opened the curtain. We were the only ones in the shop and she stepped into my change room.

Her hands were on the ruffles on my panties immediately. She told me she had the same pair. I grabbed her by the hips and thrusted her into me and we began to kiss deeply. I was instantly wet and even though those 'try on' panties were on top of the ones I came in wearing, I knew I was going to have to buy them. Knowing Betsy owned the same paired made me want to.

Her wrap dress made it easy for me to slip my hand inside and cup her tit. I squeezed pretty hard and she gasped. "Sorry," I breathed, "I am already in play party mode." We stood there for 4-5 minutes moaning, kissing, breathing, touching. I pushed her against the wall, she found her bearings and came back at me.

I was just about to hike up her dress when we heard the door open and a customer step into the shop. Betsy smoothed her dress down instantly but could not hide the flush on her face and her precious curly, dark locks were slightly askew. The customer did not see Betsy step from my change room and she greeted them in a slightly strained, high-pitched voice. It made me smile and giggle. I contemplated masturbating right there and leaving the panties behind for her to pick up but I had other appointments to attend to and the party later.

I pulled myself together and brought all my purchases up to the front. We could barely contain our smiles and giggles while the purchases were rang up. Betsy's hands shook as she folded the panties. My stare was on her and she knew it. "Will you come to the party tonight?" I asked.

"I don't think I am ready for that," she countered. "But I will be thinking of you there in your outfit," she declared.

"Thank you," I replied. "I can't wait to see you next and tell you all about my night."

She popped a card in the bag with her name on it. "Yes please," her eyes were dancing. "I can't wait either". We both smiled.

Next time I visit I plan to come in just before closing.....