Mandy and Tracy on the Town
Copyright© 2003 by Joe the Bow
Chapter 1: Getting Ready
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Getting Ready - Two girls that are into kinky stuff are invited to an unbeliveable orgy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Lesbian Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Fisting Sex Toys Water Sports Size
Tracy Had arrived just over half an hour earlier and we were getting ready to go out. We'd shaved each others armpits and pussies before showering, then we'd done each others long blond hair. We were now standing, naked as usual, putting on our war paint. Tracie's tits were just a little fuller than mine while I was a little slimmer than her. Apart from that we looked like sisters, almost like twins. We'd lived next door to each other and had been best friends for all our fifteen years.
"Time for your lube," I said.
"OK Mandy," Said Tracy as she knelt down.
I picked the tube of Star lube out of the bowl of hot water, nothing worse than cold lube on your privates. Unscrewing the top I offered the nozzle to her pucker and squeezed the tube squirting the warmed clear goo into her anal cavity. When half the tube was empty I stopped and used my fingers to work it in.
"Don't even think about it Mandy,"
"Think about what?"
"Putting your whole fist in there."
"Would I do a thing like that?"
"You did last time."
"And I've done it again this time."
"You fuckin shit Mandy."
"Just relax Tracy and I'll make you cum."
"Get your fuckin fist out of there Mandy."
"Relax, you know you want me to bring you off Tracy."
"Shit... Fuck... I'm cumming! I'm fuckin cumming!"
"See I knew you'd enjoy a good anal fisting, you always do."
"You're a fuckin shit Mandy, doing that to me."
"But you loved it Tracy."
"I hope you're gona enjoy it when I bottle fuck your ass Mandy."
"Now come on Tracy, I only did it cause I knew you'd cum."
"And I know you'll cum Mandy when I stick this fuckin coke bottle up your ass. Now get on the bed with your feet in the air."
"No please Tracy, I only fisted your ass to make you cum."
"And I'm only gona bottle fuck your ass to make you cum. Now come on, spread your cheeks while I lube this bottle."
Tracy spread copious amounts of star lube over the bottom of the hour glass shaped bottle before pressing it against Mandy's tiny pucker. Rotating and pushing didn't get the job done.
"Come on Mandy, use your fingers to open your ass or I'll hurt you. Come on open wider. That's it I feel it going. It's in."
"Fuckin shit it hurts Tracy."
"Yea just like when you stuck your fist in my arse."
"Please stop Tracy it fuckin hurts."
"Yea but you'll be cumin in a little while."
"Please Tracy. Stop!
"Not until you cum."
"Oh fuck! Oh Shit! Please Tracy! Nooooooooooooo!
"See I knew you'd cum Mandy. No other reason you'd be arching your back like that."
"Fuck! Shit! Arghhhhhhhhh! Fuck! I'm cummmmmingggggggggg!"
"At a girl Mandy. Nothing like a good orgasm to start the evening."
"You fuckin shit Tracy, just look at me. My hair's in a mess, my makeup's all mussed and I'm covered in sweat."
"Yea but you didn't half cum Mandy."
"That's as maybe but I've a sore ass, I'm knackered and it's gona take me another hour to get ready."
"No hurry, the place doesn't liven up until midnight anyway."
"What we gona wear Mandy?"
"Something hot. Something that says I wana get screwed hard."
"OK but what?"
"Lets see, I know, the latex."
"It's a hell of a struggle getting into it, let alone getting out of it."
"Only because your tits got too big Tracy."
"Besides the skirts ride up, and their short enough already."
"So the guys'll see our asses. It's not as if they'll get the wrong idea. After all we wana get screwed."
"You're a fuckin slut Mandy."
"We're both fuckin sluts Tracy."
"I know, great isn't it."
So we pulled on our black hold-ups. Real silk and they went right up to our bald beavers, none of those things that go half way up your thighs. Next we helped each other into our shiny red latex skirts that just covered our asses if we stood up straight and very still. We struggled into matching crop tops that fastened between our boobs. Dog collars, belly chains, ankle chains and red patent heals completed the outfits. Fuck if we don't get screwed at least once tonight all the guys in this one horse town are queers.
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