First Person Ch. 04

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Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.

this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters.

Note: This story is written in the first person, as seen from the point of view of a participant. This is incidentally the name of the story as well for reasons that should be clear if you have read the first three chapters.

FIRST PERSON - CHAPTER 4

My eyes were almost hooded. Barely seeing. Relaxed.

Gazing at Mag's wet labia and the lovely pink they had hidden until they relaxed post orgasm. The two inner lips almost lolling apart much like I felt like lolling. Mag's eyes were closed and she had herself flopped onto her side. It gave me time to stare at another woman's vulva up close. Something I had never really had an opportunity to do in my entire life.

I was fascinated.

Her lips are darker than mine. Just like her nipples. But the pink inside is... the very heart of a woman. I can see into another woman's vagina! Amazing! Damp. Dew on a rose.

I think my own eyelids eventually closed dreaming of other imagery that Mags' vulva region reminded me of.

After a while, not sure how long, Mags woke up with a start which made me open my eyes as well.

"Oh!" She said. "Poor Lisa." Seeing me looking up at her through my eyebrows she caressed my cheek. "Let me get you untied, darling."

She rose, I sat up on the rug and after some fumbling about I felt my wrists and elbows go free. I sighed, rubbing the creases in my skin at my wrists where I had struggled in my bondage.

"Hang on." She said and disappeared. Eventually I heard water moving in pipes and knew she was in the bathroom.

She reappeared.

"You should use the bathroom. I laid out washcloth, mouthwash and a toothbrush for you in case you want them." She took my elbow and helped me up solicitously. Suddenly her offer sounded really good and I hurried off. Using the toilet, I looked over the offering on the edge of the sink. I realized she was giving me the tools to clean my face and mouth, presumably because she thought I might object to the taste of her after using my mouth on her pussy.

Which is rather sweet and thoughtful.

I realized I really did not need it. I had found the taste of her vaguely pleasant. Not objectionable at all. I could still smell her too. Her secretions remained on my upper lip. Each time I inhaled through my nose I could catch her scent. I washed my pits and crotch a bit, practicing smelling her as I went.

The smell is... is... erotic. I should be panicking. Shouldn't I? Doing lesbian stuff this late in my life! Instead, I find out I kind of liked it. Who am I kidding? I really liked it. She smells nice.

I using some mouthwash as a courtesy to her and went back into her living room. Smelling her lingering scent curiously.

She lay on the couch.

She had made no attempt to dress. Her body was naked, almost as if it was on display.

I realized with a start that I was still very naked too. Both prancing around in the nuddy was not something we two gal pals had ever done before.

I sat down on the couch and leaned against its back. She sat up beside me and because I was slightly taller than her, she lackadaisically picked up and draped my arm over her shoulders There, under my arm, she leaned her head onto my shoulder.

"We should talk, I suppose." Mags said languidly.

"I'll say!" I replied.

"We should definitely address the elephant in the room." Mags sighed seriously.

"Agreed." I squeezed her shoulder.

Mags nuzzled my shoulder.

"Obviously the most important thing is the..." She began.

We stepped on each other as we both filled in the missing word that was uppermost on our minds.

"Lesbianism!" I said.

"Bondage!" She said.

We looked at each other in surprise. Then both burst out laughing.

I hugged her to me as we chortled away.

She is really sweet, isn't she? My friend Mags.

"Seriously... you thought the lesbian acts were the most important thing that just happened?" Mags said wonderingly.

"Didn't you?" I giggled.

"No! Not actually!" She replied. "Listen! Here is what I am thinking. It was tying you up that started it. All I could focus on was... I dunno... 'I'll show her what its like to be tied up!'" She lightly kissed the top of my breast by her cheek almost absently. Clearly she had been pondering something.

Mags kissed my breast! As if it was the most casual thing in the world.

"What triggered you?" I asked trying to follow.

I like the shape of her lips.

She gave a little smile with the corner of those lips. Then she shrugged. Obviously coming to some decision.

"Handcuffs!" She said.

"Beg pardon?"

She poked my belly with a finger.

"Its hard for me to talk about, but just because it's you, Lisa. You know. The woman who just had her face in my crotch?"

I wavered between taking offense and laughing. I giggled. I liked Mags... even if she did tie me up and make me lick her.

"Its handcuffs. I've always had a thing for handcuffs. I had a set as a kid. Got them somewhere. Can't remember where. Maybe one of my brothers had them. Anyway. As a young teen. Just getting womanly. I had friend. One day I just cuffed her. She wandered around for an hour in them. Hands cuffed behind her. We were just hacking around. I let her go. A few days later I did it again. She cuffed me for twenty minutes a week after that. Then her again, a few weeks later. I remember. I had her cuffed then and I started playacting like I was a man who had come to ravish her or something. I grabbed her. Held her close. Bit her neck. Pawed her a bit. We were both giggling and squealing, but also laughing a lot kind of nervously. She had on a skirt and I remember I eventually put my hands under it. I wasn't doing it super consciously, just my hands wandering about as an extension of acting like the ravishing metaphor for some clumsy man. Generally rolling around on her and pawing everything. Then she kept thrashing and I kept humping on her and my hand was down there and after a while she made some noises while I did that. Noises which I didn't understand then. To this day, I am not fully sure what happened, but I always suspected she might have gotten her rocks off at the point. We stopped the cuff thing after that. It took me several years to puzzle it out, but I figured out she had kind of gotten off on wearing the cuffs around too. Following me. Helpless. Then was super embarrassed at what had happened to her after she had an orgasm. I was kind of embarrassed too for about what had gone down too for that matter."

Wow! Mags if really telling me a secret there. Secret life. Secret thoughts. What an honor.

"So, did you really stop there!"

Mags smacked my shoulder playfully.

"Yes! Of course! It was all very innocent. Neither of us really had clue." She looked at me frankly. "We were just playing around. We certainly never did that again. Not sure if she was scared of what happened or what, it just never came up again. Still, it got into my head a bit. Always liked to mess about with bondage after that. Me I mean. The cuffs thing was tangled up in my head by what had happened. My Ex and I tried it some. He was confused by it though. I could never seem to settle on exactly what I wanted to do. Somehow, he got more and more into being tied up himself rather than him tying me. Got into this thing where he wanted to be made totally helpless while I shoved things up his ass. Butt plugs and... well... other things. Then later, he got fixated somehow. Wanted to be dressed up in dresses and lingerie while it happened. I didn't hate it, but it wasn't my thing so he had to ask. The direction it was evolving in was all about the dark spaced inside his head, not mine. Then I walked in on him with a guy from our gym, all dressed up, wearing makeup, tied and clearly playing Mr. Bottom. It's basically why I divorced him."

"Because he was into guys?" I asked.

"Nah! I could have handled that. Bisexuality is OK." She smiled at me consciously and I smacked her shoulder. She went on. "It was just because he was sneaking around doing it. He should have just told me up front! I might have joined them if he had!"

I shrieked out a laugh at the thought.

"Wow! Mags! You are amazing!"

"Thanks, princess. You too!"

"Are you a... well... fully lesbian now or something?" I asked her.

She grinned and laughed.

"Heh! Am I a lesbian? Whose face was planted between whose legs a licking away? The question is... areyou a lesbian?"

And here it is... the elephant in my own room. Mags gets off on bondage. I licked her.

I tittered. Nervous.

"Not before tonight!" I replied almost heatedly. "Then this woman tied me up and teased my pussy until I came. Now I... I've never done anything like that before. It was never really a top ten thing to do on my list. Until it suddenly... became one."

I looked at her carefully... I think my face was screwed up in worry.

"Hey!" Mags said gently. "Take it easy! They say humans are all basically bisexual. They can enjoy sex with opposite or same sex. No lie here, Lisa. Thank you! It was wonderful what you did. I enjoyed what I did. At the same time, it certainly should be a big deal either. Neither one of us are having a midlife crisis where we dyke up, start wearing leather outfits or something."

She took my hand and held it.

I laughed. Suddenly super conscious that we were both sitting there on her couch together. Nude. Idly I picked up one of her sashes that was lying there by the couch. One of the ones that had been used to tie me.

This was binding my wrists a while ago. I was helpless. Here we are naked.

"Well..." I said. "I feel that tonight you got the better end of the deal... because it was me who was tied up and you who was controlling things between us. I wouldn't want you to think I am... am this... submissive thing who you can dominate. A personal plaything or something."

Where the hell are these words coming from? What am I saying?

Mags looked straight at me. Eyes level. She put a hand on my forearm.

"I don't! Think of you as a plaything I mean. You are right. Fairness... fairness dictates that... I let you tie me up too. Egalitarian. Fairs-fair." She was meeting my eyes evenly.

What? Where did that come from. Me tie her up?

She smiled right at me then.

I thought it looked a bit uncertain.

Without even thinking further, I reached out an took one of her wrists, pulling it in front of her. Then the other until they were crossed. She resisted slightly... a bit at first, but I could feel her release the tension holding her back. She let me begin.

What the hell! What am I doing?

I met her eyes evenly. She looked back. Almost defiantly now. Daring me.

Where is this going?

Feeling like I am on autopilot I began to wrap the cloth of the sash across her wrists. I was terrible at it. She stared at her own wrists as I fumbled through three false starts. Figuring out how to wind the sash properly across the wrists. I stared at what I was doing myself as I wound the sash around itself between the wrists, figuring it out as I went.

Holy crap! I am tying up a woman. A naked woman!

I was breathing a bit hard by the time I finished. Not much from effort. I noticed Mags nipples were crinkled and hard again too. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly. When I knotted it off, she wriggled her wrists about. Testing the bondage. Looking hard at her bongage.

She is bound. I tied her hands!

Suddenly I felt what Mags must have felt. I just tied up another person. I was in charge! What happened next was up to me. I must lead. What do I want.

I stood up.

I was hyper alert as these emotions flowed through me and saw it. Caught the look on her face shift to... uncertainty. Saw the lines in her face sense that her hands were now tied in front of her. Saw her eyes flick down and realize that her face was now on a level with my bare pussy. My pubic patch even with her eyebrows. That juxtaposition only added to my feeling of control whereas her look was very uncertain suddenly.

Egalitarian it is.

I reached down, grabbed the loose ends of the sash on her wrists and pulled up on it.

She followed her hands as I tugged them up. We stood there. Two naked women. One tied. The other the temporary boss.

She looks so beautiful!

"C'mon." I said and slowly began to walk towards her kitchen.

I was breathing hard. I was leading a naked woman around in bondage. I distinctly could hear Mags breath catch as she just followed me. As if I was leading her by a leash... like a pet. Which I was. I let her into the kitchen and opened a can of flavored water and took a sip Then I moved in front of Mags and still holding her tied hands I leaned into her and held the can up to her mouth. I let her drink slowly. Rolling her head back on her neck as I poured some into her open mouth.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. The situation of being in charge meant I must lead. What did I want. Then I knew. Watching the water pour into her mouth. Between those beautiful lips. I put the can down and slid my now free hand behind her neck and pulled her face to mine.

Oh! I am kissing her! Kissing a woman!

Mags moaned and our mouths were open and our tongues clashed. It wa a mutual thing. We both wanted to kiss at the moment. We were both breathing through our noses. Two bellows workings.

I rotated my head and kissed her from the other direction. I was acutely aware that my fist, which was tangled into the leads from Mag's wrist bondage, was now pressed into my own crotch. I moved this lead hand consciously and groaned a bit myself. Feeling my knuckles drag over my now harding clit. I felt the tendons on the backs of her bound hands flex. Knew she was tickling her own clit.

Two naked women, kissing, pressed up against each other and teasing themselves.

I embraced my new title in my head then. Rolled it around. Trying it on for size.

Bisexual. I am going to be a bisexual. I like this. I tied up my friend. Like kissing her!

Mags actually moaned around the kiss and I moaned right back. Our breathing was off the charts. Air going in and out of our noses.

An image formed in my mind.

I don't know if it was tying her up or what, but I have never felt so empowered as at that moment.

I could turn the image into reality.

I broke the kiss and turning, walked off, pulling my pet Mags behind me. She stumbled along. Led. Making anxious sounds as I walked her along her hallway and into her bedroom. I walked her over to her bed and rather forcefully put a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed so she sprawled onto the mattress. Face down and legs akimbo on either side of one corner. Her vulva peeking out on edge of the bed.

I walked around, cleared all her poofy pillows off, symbolically removing the romance and look and leaving her with the reality of being tied on her the bed. The bed centermost in the imagery and her imagination right now.

I grasped the long loose ends of her wrist bondage and tugged them above her head. Stretching out her arms and then tying them off to the corner post opposite her. She could lift her head, but her body was flat and reaching. Her wrist tied to the distant frame of the bed.

Helpless.

Beautiful. My own helpless friend. Tied. Her labia peeking out.

I was suddenly as turned on as I have ever been in my life.

I walked back and stood behind her. Looking at my bound friend. Helpless.

I reached out and smacked her ass. She yelped.

"Where are they?" I barked.

She lifted her head.

"What?" Her voice quavered a bit.

I smacked her taut buttock again.

"Your toys!" I said authoritatively. "Don't make me start going through your drawers!"

She craned her head around. Looking at me. Almost tragically. She didn't want another woman pawing through her sex toys.

I smacked her other buttock. Once. Twice. Then a third time.

She whimpered.

Why do I like smacking a bottom so much?

Mags buried her face into the mattress.

"Bottom drawer. Nightstand." I heard her muffled mortified reply.

The expected usual spot then. Handy to the user.

She lies here. At night. Legs spread. Playing with herself with sex toys.

A couple steps. I pulled the drawer open. There was a modest set of things. Three different bottles of lube. Condom supply. Four vibrators of different size and function. Mags was a bit of a player. I reached in and pulled out two vibes and one lube. Lay them by her hip on the bed.

She was peeking through her hair. Watching me looking into her sex stuff supply. The bits of cheek and neck I could see through her hair was beet red. Embarrassed. At a disadvantage being tied up and b eing made to watch while another woman was rummaging through your holy-of-holies.

I smiled to myself.

I stood behind her. I reached down, grasped both her hips and pulled her backward forcefully. She slid until her arms were ruler straight and she could feel her bondage tighten. She moaned a bit, tried craning her head around a bit, but seeing me was quite awkward as I was right behind her. She rested her cheek again on the mattress.

"What are you going to do?" She asked. Her voice was definitely tremulous. Her mind filling in all kinds of blanks.

I smiled as I replied.

"Take you!"

Her butt is so cute from this angle!

Mags knew full well she was going to be taken, but hearing it made her whimper and roll her hips from side to side. A kind of protest I suppose.

I smacked her ass.

She took it.

And the next spank. And the next.

On the fourth one she whimpered again loudly. I knew that sound. It wasn't pain.

Turn-about is fair play. I really liked the dirty talk It was like her caressing my cunt each time she said something. Cunt? I never use the world cunt! It just sounds so right here. Now.

"Your ass is beautiful... I just have to have it... daddy!" I surprised myself by saying it. It got easier. I slapped her butt again. "Look at that ass... so nice... with you all tied up there on the bed..." I smacked her again. She moaned and kept rolling her hips around. Began shoving a hips up and down. I glimpsed her labia spreading and dragging over the edge seam on under the sheet on the mattress.

She is masturbated! Humping the mattress. In front of me! The slut!

I laughed at her.

She slowed her movements.

I grabbed each of her buttocks and pushed on her butt. Shoving her front to back and rolling her hips in circles with my hands squeesing her ass flesh.

"Ughhh! Lisa!" Mags groaned liking it.

Her buttocks are in my hands. I am holding another woman's ass!

As I squeezed them and fondled them, I separated them accidentally.

Shit! I can see her asshole! I purposefully looked away from it when I... I... was eating her out. Here it is. Another woman's asshole.

I moved her buttocks around. Feeling them. Hefting them. She moaned again. She was humping her clit against the bed with vigor and I got interested, watching her anus winking in and out of site as she rode her pony. I had never found assholes very interesting sexually.

I must be changing. I want to do things to that asshole!

I would throw in dirty talk to excite her as we did it. Things like...

"Yeah! What an ass, girl!"

And

"Look at you... tied up and horny, Daddy!"

And

"Your pussy is wet!"

She would grunt after these phrases.

She was shameless now. Just masturbating. Not shy.

What woman can be shy when she is tied down and her ass and pussy are in the air?

Every so often I would openly spank her two or three times and she would always lift her ass up in the air as if begging me for more.

Almost every whack got me a groan from her too.

Staring at the ass. That pussy. I've... I've just got to! I gotta!

A perverse desire had grown in me. Seeing her like this. Hearing her. Watching her.

I gave in to it.

I moved my own hips forward and I mounted her.

I thrust my hips forward and crushed my labia down on the bottom edge of her butt cheek. My legs straddling her. I sank down. My labia spread. Nestling into that soft spot where the buttock met the tightness of her smooth thigh.

No hair like a man. Amazing!

I slapped her ass. She rolled her hips, feeling my weight settling onto her ass she moaned out my name.

"Lisa! Oh. OH! Lisa... You are... you are..."

I was humping my own hips front to back. My own pussy was hot. Turned on by what was happening. I had abandoned my reservation and I pressed down hard. Thrusting my hips to let my wet lips below spread across her smooth flesh. Pressing my clit hard downward and riding her front to back. Feeling the drag of her flesh against my lips and clit.

She moaned. Then again.

She is feeling my weight settle onto her ass. Slowing down. That won't do!

I raised my hand and spank her free ass cheek.

"C'mon, daddy!" I almost yelled.

Then spanked her again.

Spanking this beautiful ass is hot!

"I am... " I was breathing really hard now. So was she. "Hump that mattress you... you... slut!" I was having trouble focusing on the dirty talk.

Smack. Smack.

"Oh! Lisa!" She cried, feeling herself turned into my horse. Letting herself go. My slut. She moaned.

Mags began to hump her mattress corner again. Doing her best with my weight now on her half her butt. I began to hump her in my turn.

It was wild.

Two girls rolling their hips forward and back. Round and round.

I leaned forward at the waist, like a jockey egging her horse towards a finish line. I put my spread hand between her shoulder blades which pushed her chest hard into the mattress. She groaned. Her head turned sideways to breath. Her hair covering her eyes. Mags pushing her hips up and down. Letting herself go. Seeking purchase on her mattress corner. She rolled them side to side. Horny.

She is so beautiful! And I am... I am riding her! Riding Mags ass! This is crazy... sexy!

I humped harder. There was a soft slapping sound coming from below that I had rarely heard before during sex. It was incredible to hear. It made me increase my pace.

Mags was grunting steadily under me.

I wanted more leverage so I picked up my knee and jammed it into her crotch.

She groaned openly. I felt wetness on my knees and glancing down I saw her labia spread against the smooth flesh where my leg bent. She was almost ferociously shoving herself back against it to slide her pussy up and down. Up and down. She began to pant and groan all at the same time. I was really hot to see. To hear. I slapped her ass to hear it. Then again. She speeded up riding my knee with each smack. She began this wild heavy breathing sound with each pant ending in a little squeak.

Gods! This is so erotic. This must be what men see when they are turning us on! Making us come! She is riding a part of me. Getting crazy! Letting herself go. Giving herself permission to abandon any reserve. Any holding back. Beautiful!

I stared at her ass. Her cheeks were somewhat spread. I could clearly see her anus above her pussy. Spreading and closing. Then her wet lips below.

Mags made a loud 'Ugh' sound. Then another. Then and extended 'Ugghhhhh! Ugghhh! Uggghhhh! Ohhh!" In rapid succession.

I had slowed my own rubbing of my pussy to gaze in astonishment at the sight of my friend leaving behind her reservations and getting off on my knee and her furniture. I realized I had stopped dirty talking in distraction.

"Yeah... Mags. Ride it!" I fumbled for more. "That's it. Take it! Feel my leg against your... your pussy!" Somehow 'vulva' just didn't work in such a deeply sexual moment. "Rub that clit on me! Hear me? Ride me!"

"Ahhh!" Mags cried. "Oh! Ahh!" She was humping frantically now. Reaching for enough friction to get herself off.

Look at her! So sexy. So sexual! Amazing. This is turning me on so much!

My eyes tracked form her naked crotch up the arch of her back and then lit on her crossed wrists. Saw them tied with the sash. The bedpost hold her arms out rigidly straight as she took all the slack out trying to archer her rear back as far as it would go.

I get it now! This is what it is like to be a man. To see a woman below you. All the men I had ever been with flashed across my minds eye. When I am like this. At this point! About to come... I make noises like this too. Every man had come then. Released themselves. Given in and joined me. Wait! Wait! This has to be better. Special. This is me!

I stepped back. Away. Mags was rearing her ass high in the air. Her wet labia were hanging open as she rantically reached back. Searching for something. Anything to hump against. To get the friction she wanted to come.

"No! No! Oh... c'mon! C'mon!" She grunted. "OH! Please!"

I smiled to myself. A jolt when through my own clit and I felt my vagina throb.

I am in charge here! Not some man.

I slapped her ass. Both cheeks.

"Soon, baby girl! Just a moment you hot... slut!" I almost had to force the word out, but was pleased with myself for saying it. In the moment, it was the right one. "Wait for mama."

I reached down an picked up the smaller vibrator form the bed. It was the traditional the plastic thing. Probably old fashioned. Later replaced by the others. Just a straight six-inch thing with a knob the back that you turned. I turned it and it buzzed to life. I knelt and stared hard and close at a wet vagina.

Amazing! Gorgeous! I was licking that thirty minutes ago! Her anus hovering just across a narrow taint from the end of her labia.

I leaned forward and using the very tip of my tongue I flicked her clit.

She grunted in approval.

I teased her hard clit, a few times, but the angle kneeling there was awkward and she would hump up and down, trying to enhance the feeling which made getting my tongue on her hard, so I moved my head back and put the tip of the toy against the bottom of the glans under her clit.

That did it.

She moaned into a choking groan.

"OH! Oh. Yes! Lisa."

She jerked her genitals up and down as if from an electric shock.

I pressed in harder.

She really humped up and down then.

You are a woman. This is a woman. Do to her what you know makes you feel good!

I backed the tip of the toy back off. Using it vibrating tip to just tickle and tease her hard nub.

She wanted it. She reached for it. Planting her feet as flat on the floor as she could and reaching back with her sexual lips open as if trying to capture the vibrator in.

"OH! Lisa. Lisa! Touch me! TOUCH ME!"

That kind of begging got to me. I spread her lips with one hand and guided the tool into her vaginal opening an inch. Then another.

"AhHh!" She yelled. "Ahhhhh!" She rolled her hips in circles. I pushed the whole toy into her except the last two inches and she yelled out. "OH! YES! Lisa! Do it. Do it!"

I am so turned on! I've gotta...

I had one knee on the floor. The other up and my legs spread. I let go of my friends labia where I was spreading them, but kept the other on the butt of the toy, now plunging it in and out of her. Working it in circles to make sure every second or third rotation carried the vibration cross her clit.

My now free hand was on my own clit and frigging myself.

I stared at the way her vagina and labia held onto the toy. Watching it penetrating her.

She is pulling it in. Her pussy is pulling on it. I am fucking her!

My fingers were flying across my own clit. Flicking it. I was really breathing hard.

"Yeah! You feel that don't you!" I panted out. : Take that toy you.. hot... tied up bitch!" I yelled as I masturbated while masturbating Mags at the same time.

"Uhhh! Uhhh!" Mags was groaning and grunting as she worked her hips hard. "Uhhh."

I purposefully held the edge of the vibrator along her clit for fifteen seconds, then pushed it fully in and out of her three times in rapid succession.

Amazing to be this close. To see what it is like to have a vagina penetrated. She is making so much noise! She is close!

The air was roaring through my own nose at the thought.

So am I! So am I

I pulled the toy out of Mags and stood up with a huge effort of will.

Mags groaned loudly and whimpered. She rolled her hips and thrust her vulva backwards.

"OH! Please! Lisa! Please! I am so close!" She cried.

I smiled, still breathing hard just to hear her beg like that.

I had picked up the second toy. This one was one of those shocking pink ones, curved at the end with a little clit stimulator poking out the side. I was dripping lube up and down it and rubbing it. Trying to warm it with my hand.

I kept talking to keep her focused and horny.

"Look at you... all naked. Spread. Your ass in the air...!" I finished prepping the new toy.

I had expected to be turned on more my handling the penis shaped object.

Its shaped like a cock... that should be turning me on... shouldn't it? It is... but not because it remids me of a cock... it is because I am going to stick it in... into another woman.

I smiled. I was enjoying myself so much.

I reached down and smacked her as.

She moaned.

"Lift it! Lift this butt up."

Mags peeked over her shoulder at me. Her face screwed up. Realizing I was standing there behind her. Towering over her. My breasts on open display. Her eyes drooped shut and she pushed her chest as low as she could get it and raised her rear.

So submissive. This is how I must have looked.

I turned the vibrator in my hand onto 'thrum' and laid it along her labia.

"Ohhh." Mags moaned. I began to carress her along the length of her labia and vaginal opening. Rolling it sideways to tickle her clit.

She resumed her humping.

"OH! Yes! Yes... like that." Mags panted.

"Like that?" I demanded. "Don't you want it in you? Filling you up?" I demanded bitchily.

She did not hesitate.

"Yes! Lisa... fill me with it! Stick it in me!"

I kept teasing her for a bit longer. I had realized I still ahd the other toy in my hand. I stared at it.

This has become insanely hot. I really want this. I am not just playing with lesbianism here. I actually want to do this. Continue this. And I... I... want this vibrator in me! But its been in Mags. Ewww... should I be wanting another woman's sex toy in myself? That should gross me out... shouldn't it?

I stared at the things.

Then Mags gave out this major groan.

A jolt of emotion and accompanying lust shot straight through me.

Thank you MagsI For letting go. It gives me permission to do the same. This is Mags... I want what has been inside her... inside me.

I awkwardly twisted the knob with the fingers still pressing the dildo against Mags and activated the old fashioned one. I threw a foot up on the bed and reaching between my legs slid the thing up inside myself with only three thrusts. I was wet and my vagina accommodated it with virtually no protest. Then the vibrations hit me!

OH! Crap! That feels to good! I stroked it in an out of myself and felt myself on the edge. Overwhelmed by the situation.

I took both hands off myself, letting it buzz in me and placing a hand firmly on Mags' butt cheek I took the dildo and worked it into her. She likewise only needed three pushes to get it in her. Each shove earning me a protracted squeal. Then it was in. I tapped it switch a couple times and it switched to heavier, even throbbing. I grabbed the end and began to work it in and out of her.

She rewarded me with dirty talk.

"Oh! Oh! Lisa! Yes! Do it! Use it on me! Oh! OH! You are... you are... fu..."

I reached between my legs with my free hand and graped the base of the toy inside me and then began to shove it up and down inside me. I was using toys two fisted then. One on me and one on Mags.

"Uhhh..." I groaned. "Look at you." I looked at her. My helpless little plaything.

"Yes, Lisa. You are fucking me! Play with me!"

"Yes... yes! I am using this cock on you! You little tied up slut!" I growled though I was having trouble keeping my mind focused long enough to think of things to say. By now, my own hips were jerking without thought. Riding the vibrator inside me. My movements so violent that suddenly the end of my toy struck the end of the one in my hand that was inside her. In some weird way this transmitted the vibrations from hers into the one vibrating in me. It added an odd new layer. A strange new rhythm to the oscillations that really thrilled my clit. I humped front to back desperately to ride the sensation.

It worked for her.

"OH! Lisa. Do it! DO IT!" Mags was pushing back as hard as she could. Her tied-up hands stopping her. Pulling her arms painfully straight. "Take me! Take me, girl!"

My hips were moving on their own accord. I took both toy ends in one hand now. Holding them touching to make them work us both at the same time. The new joined tremor from them thrilling me along with Mag's urging through body movement and that slutty dirty mouth of hers. I humped... humped... thrust and humped. Then I lost all semblance of control and found myself doing it frantically.

My hips thrusting unrelentingly. My thighs quivering from holding the awkward position, but I was so close I overrode any muscular pain messages and pushed my hips rapidly and hard.

"OH! OH!" Mags moaned. She was shaking her head from side to side. Her hair flying as she held the weight of her skull up at the end of her arched neck.

I am taking her! Taking this woman! Oh! How incredible!

"Take it... Mags!" I screamed out. "Take it! I am fucking you! Taking you with my cock... daddy!" I reached a hand forward and grabbed a handful of her hair in my hand.

Mags was humping back and rolling her hips around the purple dildo in her. She tugged on the riens I had made of her locks and then pulled it loose violently.

"Yes...!" She panted through gritted teeth... then went right over the top. "YES! YES! YES! Take me Lisa... Take your..." She could barely catch a breath and used the last of her oxygen to shout her last. "Take your daddy! TAKE ME! She has me... I am... tied... helpless! TAKE ME, LISAAAAAAA! LISSS! LISSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAA!" Mags began to thrash about like a fish brought into the boat bottom.

"YOU ARE MINE!" I howled right along with her humping against me like a dervish. Thrusting my hips to adjust the fist I now held braced hard into my pubic nest and the bone beneath. Her shaking and toys carrying through my entire lower region. I was shoving. SHhe was shoving. Shoving. Carrying the purple monster into her and the old-fashioned up and into myself at the same time. My clit now perfectly positioned to ride the venerable toy's quivering. "MINNNNNNEEE!!!"

I screamed out the last. Thrashing everything I had, pushing and wriggling my hips and entire vulva in every direction so as not to miss any single sensation. Coming. Coming. Coming.

Who can say how long an orgasm lasts. A minute? Ten? The best ones seem to go on forever as time compresses.

All I know is that Mags came and came on the pink vibrator in her and ultimately collapsed boneless on the bed beneath me. Done in.

I, in my turn, orgasmed as well as I had ever done in my life, if not better and all the while I quivered and shivered and moaned while keening between my teeth. My come making me lose touch with reality. At the end I basically toppled forward like a cut down tree. Lying half on top of and half off of my friend Mags. Done in on every level by the experience. Emotionally. Physically. Sexually. Mentally.

How long I lay there by her I cannot say.

At some future moment I was only half aware of, I managed to extract and switch off the purple schlong from inside my friend who barely whimpered to feel her vaginal walls close up after my invasion. My own Kegel pulses and pressing down with my stomach muscles had already three quarters forced the old fashioned out of me and I turned it off and threw it aside. At some point I remembered Mag's poor tied wrists and I reached up weakly and picked the knots loose so my poor tied up lover could finally lower her arms.

I lay there; one leg sprawled over the ass of my friend.

Girlfriend.

I mentally corrected myself. This woman was now my girlfriend I thought with wonder pressing against her back. Breasts to shoulder blades and my mons to her ass. Whatever this is. Whatever it can be. Tonight, has certainly changed the 'us' between the two of us. From friend to girlfriend is the best way to articulate it.

As I lay there dopily, savoring the feel of Mag's breast nestled in my palm as I reached around her and hugged her close, I found myself with a feeling of amazing contentment settling onto me. Into me.

She was the first person.

The first person to ever tie me up and make me come almost against my will. The first person to teach me what good bondage felt like. The first person whose breasts and vagina were not just something I had admired as a sort of distant admiration that women can have for one another's bodies. She was the first person to teach me that they could be just as sexually exciting as a man. Perhaps even more exciting. The first person I had ever taken with a toy... a girl-penis. Bumping and vibrating against my clit while I mounted her. Humped her. Came with her. The first woman I had ever had sex with. Real sex. Fulfilling sex. Sex that excited my body and my imagination.

Made me feel like this. Utterly spent and contented.

Sure... we would need to talk things out. Probably take several days... but I internalized it in that moment. Mags was going to be my girlfriend. My resolve firmed.

Mags was going to be my first real girlfriend. Not the immature childhood kind. A real one. A lover as well as a friend.

The first person who has ever exicted these feeling in me. Lesbian feelings. I am going to be a lesbian!

I hugged the first person who was a naked woman that I had ever done in my life and enjoyed the thought of what was ahead. The squeeze woke her up, her face a foot from mine as we lay side by side.

"Mags..." I said.

"Holy crap! Lisa! That was amazing!" Then her voice softened. "Thank you..." Her eyes were half wet in sincerity.

I moved my head forward and kissed her. It was a bombshell kiss that went on and on. The first person I had kissed like that in a long long time.

FIN