Proving I Can Take It All... 2

With my best friend holding the toy inside me, I moved my body slowly, trying my best to hold on to my huge breasts, rocking of my hips; my pelvis followed by my tummy, then my chest, the wave travelling the entire length of my body in slow, repetitive undulations. I bit my lips and closed my eyes, knowing she was watching me, *letting* her watch me.

"Mmmmm," I said, breathing through my nose, losing myself in the sensation of having something so big buried inside me, the pleasure somehow increased by knowing she was the one who was holding it steady. I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me.

"What?" I asked. "Why are you smiling?"

She shook her head and sighed, slightly exasperated, but in a friendly way. "Okay, fine. You have a point."

She crawled up the bed and lay beside me, using one arm to prop her head up with her elbow, the other still firmly holding the dildo inside me. She leaned in slowly, hesitantly, her blonde hair falling around her face.

Her lips were softer than I'd imagined; cherry scented and plump, it was not like kissing a guy at all. I parted my own lips slightly, allowing her to take the lead, deepening the kiss a little. At the same time, she pushed the dildo deeper, and I moaned into her mouth.

"See?" I breathed when we parted slightly. "It helps."

She nodded. "You're enjoying this," she said, but before I could answer, she kissed me again, this time with more confidence, her tongue pushing against mine.

I moaned again, and as our kiss deepened, she began moving the dildo in a rhythm, pulling it out slightly before pushing it back in. My hips rose to meet her movements, my body responding instinctively, moving without conscious thought from me.

"God, Amy," I gasped between kisses. "I'm going to take it all for you, aren't I?"

She nodded, her kisses becoming more passionate, more urgent. With each thrust of the dildo, her tongue explored my mouth more deeply. I was lost in the sensation--the fullness between my legs, the oppressive force of her lips, the pleasure building with every movement, the intimacy of sharing this moment with my best friend.

"Can I have more?" I begged against her lips. "Amy, please. Can I?"

She responded by pushing the dildo deeper than before, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. My hands moved from her shoulders to her hair, tangling in the blonde strands as I pulled her closer.

"Sarah," she whispered. "You did it."

"What?" I gasped. "Did what?"

"You took it all. Look."

We both looked down at the dildo, the wide base of it butted up against my glistening lips, the rest of it deep inside me. The sight made me shiver. I looked at Amy. She looked at me. And then, as friends often do, we burst out laughing.

"I can't believe we just did that," I said, trying to control my giggling, the feeling of being so filled and stretched making me nervous to move. "It's so fucking deep."

"Right?" Amy said. "I guess I was wrong."

I laughed again, feeling a sense of triumph mixed with pleasure. We both looked at the base of the dildo again, a little awkwardness creeping in. What now?

"Do you want to--"

"I can--"

We had both spoken at the same time.

"You go," I said.

"No, you," she replied.

"No, my thing is stupid."

"My thing is stupid too!"

I threw my head back and groaned. "Okay fine!"

Amy remained silent, waiting for more. I made another sound of exasperation and then looked at her, licking my lips, my chest and neck still flushed with the pleasure of taking it inside me. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't even nearly enough. I held her gaze, ten years of friendship passing me by in a moment.

"I need to get fucked. Really fucked."

Amy nodded. "I understand."

With no hesitation, she reached down and took the end of the dildo between her manicured fingers and slowly pulled it out of me until only the tip remained.

And then she pushed it into me.

"Oh, *fuck*," I gasped.

Amy giggled and did it again, my body lighting up with pleasure, my toes curling already.

Her movements were incredible. It wasn't too fast or too slow. It was just what it was; a friend helping a friend, knowing what pressure and speed would feel good, the dildo filled me completely in one movement.

I looked up at her through my eyelashes.

"Again..."

She obliged.

"Agai--oh, fuck. Oh fuck."

Amy was thrusting the dildo in and out of me now, taking the lead, my little needy requests no longer necessary, the pleasure building inside me as she occasionally slowed the pace and made me need it more.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?" Amy said out of nowhere, surprising me. "Taking it all for me..."

"Yes," I said. "I'm such a good girl."

Her free hand began to explore, tracing patterns on my stomach, then moving upward to cup my breasts. Her thumb brushed against my nipple, and I cried out, my body arching toward her touch.

"The good girl likes having her nipples played with, doesn't she?"

"Yes," I said again, pleasure stealing any further vocabulary items I might have been able to produce in that moment. "The good... girl... likes... oh fuck."

She picked up the pace, her wrist snapping forward with each deliberate thrust. My entire body began to tremble, my orgasm building quickly as Amy's thumb circled my nipple, teasing it to a point so hard it almost hurt. My breasts felt heavy, swollen, and desperate. I arched my back, pushing them into her hand, begging for more. She gave it to me, her fingers closing around them, kneading the flesh as her other hand drove the dildo in and out, in and out, the rhythm becoming more frantic, more desperate.

My pussy clamped down hard around the thick shaft of the dildo and I cried out, a full-body convulsion that had my thighs shaking, my stomach clenching and releasing in sharp, rhythmic pulses. Through it all, I could feel the weight of my breasts bouncing with the force of my climax.

Amy didn't stop. She kept fucking me through it, her hand a blur, her other hand still gripping my breast, her hair hanging down to my stomach and caressing me lightly as she watched me cum.

"Holy SHIT," I said, Amy still moving the dildo in and out of me, slowly now, playfully, almost relaxing. "That was... I came *so* hard."

"I could tell," Amy said with a giggle. "It looked like it felt amazing."

I sighed with pleasure and closed my eyes. "It did. It really did."

I let my head fall back on the pillow, and for a while we were silent, Amy's movements getting slower and more gentle with each stroke.

My eyes flew open suddenly.

"Oh my god, we should do you now!"