Mark Smith - Virgin no more

Oh, well. Win some, lose some.

She went off to take a shower.

Not long after she left the mom. Sheila awakened. At first she was disoriented, but after a few moments she realized where she was and what had happened.

She smiled.

But when she tried to get up she found, not too surprisingly, that her crotch ached.

Wow.

She had to smile again; last night had been something else. John was still asleep, and looked like he was likely to stay that way for awhile. Sheila, not being at all disposed to wake him up just now, got up quietly and headed for the bathroom.

When she heard the shower running, she smiled. That must be Susan, she thought. She was vaguely concerned over whether or not Susan might be a little upset over what she and John had done last night. Probably not, she decided, or else Susan wouldn't have set the whole thing up the way she did.

"Good morning," she called into the steam.

"Is that my ex-virgin roommate?" Susan called out, poking her head through the bath curtain.

"None other than," Sheila replied, relieved that Susan wasn't upset.

"Want a shower?" Susan called out again. "I'll wait 'til you finish."

"No. Come on in now."

Sheila shrugged. Why not?

Inside, the hat stinging needles of water felt good. Susan's body was more or less completely covered with soap suds.

"You look like the abominable snowman."

"Shut up and tell me about it," Susan replied cheerfully.

"About what?"

"About your first fuck. Don't play stupid."

"Well," Sheila said, trying to wipe a silly grin off her face, "Let's just say it was fantastic."

"All right, I get it," Susan pouted. "You don't want to talk about it." She had been looking forward to getting a good description, at the very least.

"Here, let me soap you," Sheila said, beginning to rub her roommate's back.

"I've got a better idea. Let's go in the sauna."

By this point, Sheila was about ready to do anything to make Susan happy, so she followed the other girl into the room. There was a hose with warm water, plus buckets and soap, so that they could continue their shower.

But there were other things in the sauna as well. Sheila had never noticed them before, but as soon as they walked in she saw Susan's eyes go directly to a shelf on the far wail.

"What's over there?" she asked.

"Fun and games," Susan replied.

Sheila decided not to pursue things any further just then. Instead, she sat down on the long wooden bench and leaned back to relax. Susan rinsed herself off, then followed suit.

"Just tell me one thing," Susan coaxed, sitting across hem Sheila.

"All tight."

"What did it feel like to have a big cock inside you for the first time?"

"You ought to bow," Sheila replied with a laugh. "It had to happen to you."

"Not the same way. I did it with a [missing text]."

"Ready."

"Tell me about it."

"Now wait a minute. You're supposed to be telling me about last night."

"I will, if you'll tell me about the dildo first."

"Well, all right."

Susan obviously wasn't overjoyed at the turn of events, but she was willing enough to talk about her experiences. Anything to hear about John fucking Sheila.

"It's over there on the shelf. Here, I'll get it." Susan got up and reached for a long, black device on the shelf. Sheila watched as Susan got it, then sat down once again on the bench. Whether intentionally or not, Susan chose to sit so that her legs were spread slightly, revealing the lips of her pussy in a most provocative way.

Sheila felt her cunt begin to tingle. Oh no, not already, she thought. She hadn't even recovered from last night.

Susan held the dildo in her hand and began to talk. Sheila couldn't help but notice that both of their bodies were beginning to glisten as the heat made them start to sweat.

"I was fifteen," Susan began, looking at the dildo with a certain measure of fondness, "and I was still a virgin. I was dying to be fucked; just absolutely dying to. But the boys I knew were either so stupid or so ugly that I didn't have much hope for solving the problem. So I got this."

"Where'd you get it?" Sheila asked. She was intrigued, and she could also tell that the memory of the whole matter was getting Susan turned on, which in turn was exciting Sheila.

"A magazine."

"How'd you use it?"

"How do you think I used it?"

"Show me."

Susan acted as thought she were hesitant, but it was obvious to Sheila that she would be delighted to show her how she used it.

"Well, I was in bed. I remember the sheets were cool, and the lights were out. My parents were asleep, and I had it hidden under the mattress. I guess I'd had it for about a week, but I'd been afraid to use it. I was really nervous, but I was also horny as a bitch in heat."

"Anyway, I reached under and got it. For a long time I just held, onto it, getting it warm. Then I licked it, all the time pretending it was a real cock. I even tried to take it in my mouth like I was sucking somebody off, but I gagged."

By now Susan had the black dildo just a few inches from her half parted, panting pussy lips. It was obvious that she was turned on; the dewy juices from her cunt were running out and down onto the bench.

She had her eyes closed; both she and Sheila knew by now that her commentary was less interesting to both of them than what she was actually getting ready to do with it.

Sheila watched in fascination as Susan moved the plastic rod closer and closer to her pink, dripping cunt, talking the whole while about how she had done it the first time.

She had the cock in one hand, and with the other she spread apart her lips even more, revealing the rich moistness within.

Sheila put her hand on her own cunt as she continued to watch. This was, in a strange way, really exciting to her. She wanted to see that black dildo disappear into Susan's cunt almost as much as she had wanted to see Susan and John fuck the night before.

"Mnnnnnn," Susan moaned, as she shoved it halfway into her willing, hungry cunt.

"Mnnnnnn, what?" Sheila asked.

"Mnnnnnn, it still feels good."

Then slowly, her eyes still closed, she began to work it in and out, sliding it slowly in until it almost disappeared, then pulling it out.

"Looks like fun," Sheila said, her own finger toying lightly with her clit.

Susan began to wriggle and thrust her crotch forward, creating as much pressure against the tool as she could, taking it deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.

As she got more and more excited, Sheila found her own hand working deeper and deeper inside her own pussy which, sore as it was, still was responding by sending hot cream out onto her fingers.

Susan was practically off the bench now, her writhing crotch going higher and higher into the air with each successive stroke, while her hand shoved the rod deeper and deeper into her.

Then suddenly her eyes opened.

They were glazed with excitement.

"Come here," she whispered hoarsely to Sheila. Sheila complied without hesitation, hardly able to contain her own excitement as she watched Susan.

"My ass…" Susan whispered, turning around and presenting her white, fleshy cheeks to Sheila. The dildo was all the way in her now, and Sheila wasn't certain what was expected of her.

But she didn't have to wait long to find out.

Leaving the dildo inside her cunt, Susan reached around with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart.

"Oooohhhh pleaseeee, Sheila. Lick it… lick my asshole… lick it!"

Sheila leaned forward.

She took the fleshy cheeks into her own hands first, then leaned forward even more until her lips were just a few inches from the tight, dark hole in front of her. She could see the tight muscles, darkly pulling together to make the hole tight and firm even with the surrounding flesh pulled wide apart.