A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance
Resolving to toss her current vibrator out as soon as she got home, her eyes were now drawn to a selection of devices that were all curved near the ends, had multiple speeds and which all promised G-spot stimulation. She thought of Chloë and the way her girlfriend would curl her fingers up at just the right moment, seemingly pressing a button inside her walls that would rocket her to dizzying heights of orgasm. The thought of one of these G-spot vibes in Chloë’s hands forced Morgan to take a deep brea
th as excitement made her heart flutter.
After deliberating for a few moments, she selected one of the vibrators just before she felt rather than saw Chloë near her.
“Good choice, Miss Banks,” Chloë murmured, nuzzling Morgan’s neck from behind, making Morgan swoon.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” she asked, reaching behind her, finding Chloë’s ass and squeezing it. Chloë groaned in pleasure.
“One standard harness for a strap-on,” Chloë said. “And one thigh harness for a strap-on.”
“What on earth is a thigh harness?” Morgan asked, feeling, not for the first time since getting involved with Chloë, that she had entered a world full of arcane mysteries.
“You’ll find out,” Chloë insisted.
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Turns out the thigh harness was something which fastened around Chloë’s upper thigh and which Morgan’s brand-new dildo attached to. At first, Morgan thought the sight of a completely nude Chloë sitting in the armless accent chair in Morgan’s bedroom, with a rainbow-colored penis protruding from her leg, was nothing short of absurd. But when Morgan straddled Chloë’s leg and began lowering herself onto the large dildo any thoughts of how absurd it looked quickly left her mind.
The dildo’s size was still a little intimidating but Morgan was so wet that it slid right in, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her as it stretched her pussy more than anything ever had in her life and filled her so completely that she couldn’t help but close her eyes and gasp, feeling it take total possession of every square inch of her core.
“Oh, my fuck!” she called out loudly. She looped her arms around Chloë’s neck and started riding the dildo, Chloë’s hands on her hips, Chloë’s mouth sucking and biting her hard nipples. Morgan gyrated her hips faster and faster, her clit rubbing against the soft fabric of the harness beneath her, feeling her juices escape around the dildo. She wasn’t going to last long—it seemed she never could with Chloë, especially now that she was this full with something so solid. A couple of minutes later, with an animalistic scream, she came hard.
“Fuuuuuck! Oh my fuuuuuuck!”
The entire length of her pussy clenched around the enormous presence inside it. Never had she been so stuffed! Never had she come so hard around something so big! She looked down and her orgasm was intensified by seeing that gorgeous, pixie-blonde head sucking on her breast. And Morgan knew she wasn’t done. She could feel the other orgasms queued up, ready to be released and she selfishly wanted them and so she started lifting and lowering her ass now, fucking herself properly with the dildo, pounding it into herself with abandon. Chloë grabbed her ass, helping the cause by making it easier for Morgan to lift up and fall back down, making it easier to impale herself over and over again.
The second and third orgasms were a one-two punch. No sooner had she started screaming out as the second one rocked her pussy when the third one followed right behind it, shattering her, making her eyes go wide with shock, yet unseeing, only flashes of light, pops of color in her vision. Her screams grew louder. She never knew she could make such noises. Already her throat was feeling scratchy. She knew she would be hoarse in the morning.
“Keep going,” Chloë insisted, but Morgan placed her hands on either side of Chloë’s face and brought her lips down for a hungry, passionate kiss, their tongues chasing each other, Morgan moaning into Chloë’s mouth as that last climax continued to have its way with her.
When she broke the kiss, Morgan said, “No.”
She lifted herself off Chloë’s leg, immediately feeling empty now that the dildo was out.
In a flash, she had the harness unfastened and off Chloë’s leg and then she led Chloë to the bed by her hand and practically threw her on it.
Morgan removed the dildo from the harness and then straddled Chloë’s midsection, feeling her pussy mark Chloë’s skin with its wetness. She dangled the dildo upside down just above Chloë’s lips. It was shiny, creamy, slippery with her come. Chloë’s lips parted and Morgan watched as a droplet of her juices slowly fell from the dildo’s tip to land on Chloë’s tongue. Then another fell, and another. And each time, Chloë would let the droplet sit on her tongue for a moment before closing her lips and swallowing it.
“All the way in, Miss Banks,” Chloë eventually said.
“All the way?” Morgan breathed.
Chloë nodded.
“All the way. Just like it is, covered with your come.”
Morgan gasped as her clit throbbed.
“Oh my God, Chloë,” she mewled.
“I want your come inside me,” Chloë said, reaching up and pinching Morgan’s nipples. “I want us mixing together inside my pussy while I sleep. I want to wake up tomorrow knowing you’re still inside me, a part of me.”
“Oh, fuck!”
Morgan turned herself around, still straddling Chloë, and lowered her face to Chloë’s shaved pussy, the lips glistening and wet, at the same moment she lowered her own pussy to Chloë’s mouth. She grunted with pleasure when she felt Chloë’s tongue enter her, lapping, swirling, tasting.
Morgan brought the dildo to Chloë’s entrance and did not waste time with teasing, pushing it in straight away, loving the visual of Chloë’s lips stretching around it. Chloë moaned against Morgan’s pussy as the dildo went deeper and the vibrations of her moaning combined with the sight of seeing a toy covered in her own come disappear inside another woman was enough to push Morgan over the edge again and she came just as hard as the previous three times.