Chapter 2: Sam Wants More

Eventually Sam got restless and she pulled her face back from mine and looked at me with a strange grin on her face.

“God, I hate to say this but I’m still so fucking horny,” she said with a giggle in her voice as if it was something dirty.

Actually, I was too. The biggest problem with girl-girl sex is I don’t get a cock in me. Like I don’t care what some girls say, a dildo simply is NOT the same as a real live throbbing dick. My mouth can taste a hard cock, enjoy the feeling of its smooth warm skin against my lips and tongue. At time like this I wanted ... no, I NEEDED a REAL cock in me. I was craving the feeling of it as it pulsed and shot its load of cum in me. I didn’t say anything in response but the way I was squirming told her everything she needed to know.

“Yeah, I figured from the way you were doing yourself when we were on the phone and how fast you were willing to get it on tonight that your horny factor was up in the stratosphere,” Sam said with a little laugh. “Actually, I know how you feel,” she continued, “As much as I love getting licked, nothing beats a real dick in you, does it?”

I looked at her sort of strangely. What was she talking about? Everyone knew Sam was a pure lesbian so what was all this about getting fucked? Sam rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” she said, “Sam’s a lesbian so what does she know about dicks in her - right?”

“Well...,” I started to say but she cut me off.

“Just because I don’t fuck guys doesn’t mean I don’t get fucked,” she said, obviously pleased with herself at her cleverness in confusing me.

“Ok, but I don’t get it. How do you...” I started to ask but again before I could say anything more Sam got the most mischievous look on her face and glanced over at where Sandy was pacing around on the floor besides the bed.

“Well, it isn’t just men that have cocks you know,” she said, teasing me to make my own conclusions. I looked over again at where her eyes were focused and suddenly it dawned on me - she was talking about Sandy! My reactions were completely involuntarily as for just a second I started at her and then back at Sandy, my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. No ... she HAD to be teasing me! Any second now she would laugh and tell me what an idiot I was for even thinking of such a disgusting thing. It didn’t happen.

“What’s the matter Kelly?” she teased me, “Don’t tell me that you’ve never thought about getting fucked by a dog before.”

“Well, actually I haven’t!” I exclaimed, “OK, I have but I always get grossed out.”

The quickness and shrillness of my answer must have convinced her I wasn’t joking and she got a bit more serious. Evidently she has expected me to be more open-minded about it and my shock at her revelation seemed to surprise her.

“You really shouldn’t condemn something without trying it,” she said softly, perhaps a little bit defensively this time.

“Well, I don’t have to eat shit to know I would never do it,” I responded, perhaps a little bit TOO indignant but I was operating on reflexes and not even thinking about what I was saying.

“Well, you don’t have to say a word, just watch me,” Sam said as she reached under the pillow wand pulled out a little leather bag. It had a drawstring at the top and she opened it up to pull out a number of smaller leather backs, each again with drawstrings at the top.