Emy And Leah Try Something New

Emy burst through the door, startling Leah from her book with a jolt.

"Babes! I'm home!"

Leah couldn't help but smirk at her partner's trademark exuberance. "I can see that," she replied. "You're hard to miss."

Emy ignored the quip and busied herself with kicking her sneakers off in a rush, tossing a shopping bag on the floor carelessly. "Whatever! Listen, do you even realize what this weekend is?! I just realized!"

Leah wracked her brain for something witty, but it had been a long, quiet day at home and she was a little drained from an afternoon spent with her nose in another smutty fantasy book. "Uhh, I don't know. Is it St. Patty's day or something?"

Emy feigned disappointment and flopped over on the couch next to Leah. "No, dummy! Try again!"

Leah set her book down patiently, shaking her head with a sigh. "I'm stumped," she said. "Just spit it out."

"You're no fun!" Emy pouted. "It's our anniversary!"

Leah panicked; her and Emy hadn't really had the 'We're dating now' talk at any point, and she was always under the impression that they'd just sort of...been a thing? Besides, she felt a little apprehensive about calling their relationship anything serious - Emy hadn't exactly broken things off with her boyfriend before moving in.

She croaked a flat laugh. "Oh yeah? How do you figure?"

"Well," Emy said with an excited little shimmy, "Saturday is the 1-year anniversary of the first time we kissed!"

Leah shook her head softly with a chuckle. "Is that what we're counting? You were still dating Garrett at the time."

Emy scrambled to hold a finger up to her girlfriend's mouth. "Shush," she said firmly. "None of that now!"

Leah pulled Emy's hand away with a grin; the pair couldn't have been more different, but she couldn't deny that Emy's endless enthusiasm and optimism were infectious to a fault. "Okay, okay. Still, I'm surprised you remember that. You were a little sloppy that night."

Emy's bubblegum-pink pigtails danced as she shook her head in denial. "Uh uh, I knew what I was doing! Drunk or not, I wanted you, and I always get what I want!"

Leah conceded the point. "You sure do," she mused. "So, what are we gonna do about it then, eh? You gonna take me to dinner or a dorky ass movie or something?"

Emy's nose wrinkled as she tried and failed to pin her courage in place. "Welllll, I was thinking we could do something...special."

Leah softened as Emy's hand reached for her knee, working its way up her thigh slowly as Emy leaned in a little closer. She fought the urge to bite her lip; a day of reading the most perverted smut she could find had her ready for just about anything. Her panties hadn't even lasted until lunchtime, and that was hours ago already. "I like the way that sounds," she said with a breathy sigh. "Tell me what you want."

Emy swallowed and leaned in for an infuriating peck on Leah's lips - she was so ready for way more than that. "I got something today," she said as she jumped off the couch to retrieve her shopping bag. "Something I thought you might like."

Leah was more than ready for anything to come out of that little paper back, as long as it led to her tongue between Emy's thighs in the next five minutes. "Show me," she demanded.

Slowly, and with a painfully sweet look of apprehension painted across her freckled face, Emy reached in and slowly started to pull out a shockingly fat, purple, veiny fake cock.

Emy waited for Leah to react, holding the girthy shaft of latex in her hand impatiently. "Well," she whispered. "Say something?"

For a long moment, she was worried Leah would shut her down; the toy was far bigger than anything in their shared drawer of goodies in the bedroom. She watched her girlfriend's mouth open and close twice before she gave up on replying verbally.

"What are you- Whoa!" Emy giggled as Leah jumped off the couch, grabbed her by the hand, and hauled her down the short hallway to their bedroom.

Most people took Leah's quiet demeanor as a sign that she was shy and introverted. They were right, mostly, but that reserved angle took on a different life when Emy's clothes came off. Emy allowed herself to be guided toward the bed, watching Leah move through the room with a desperate hunger - Leah was a giving partner at the best of times, but Emy could see how needy she was right now.

Leah stepped around Emy, who busied herself with peeling her shirt over her head excitedly. She reached back to start on her bra before Leah interrupted her. "Uh uh, that's my job."

"Sorry," Emy said, dropping her hands into her lap to comply. Bra removed, she watched as Leah went to their bedside table. The drawer rattled open, and Leah reached in.

"I'll do yours if you do mine?" Leah said as she turned back, a pair of matching metal plugs held between her knuckles.

Emy nodded with an eager smirk, letting Leah tug her shorts down before her decidedly ruined panties followed. "Oh fuck," she moaned as Leah popped one of the heavy metal plugs into her mouth. "That's so hot."

Leah might not have been used to things in her mouth, but the cold metal was reassuringly heavy against her tongue. With a luxuriant pucker of her pouty lips, she pulled the slobbery knob back out with a show. "Lean back for me," she demanded.

Emy obeyed at once, enjoying this hungry side of her lover. She was much more accustomed to making the decisions in and out of the bedroom, but she knew her time would come. She scooted up towards the headboard and leaned into their heap of mismatched pillows, drawing her knees up to her chest so that her holes were on full display. Leah moaned audibly at the sight and leaned forward to place one hand on Emy's tummy. "So pretty," she said, more about Emy's puffy mound than anything else.

Slowly, and with a determined measure of eye contact, Leah pressed the tapered steel into Emy's waiting ass. They watched each other's faces intently as Emy's hole slowly accepted its burden.

"Oh my god," Emy sighed. "Fuck, that feels so good."

Leah offered their other plug to Emy, who scooped it out of her palm hungrily. Where Leah had sucked, Emy preferred to spit, launching a mouthful of slobber onto Leah's plug messily. "Gonna be hard to get this in with your pants on."

Leah smirked and turned, slowly peeling her pants off, relishing Emy's sigh as she realized that there were no panties in sight. Leah's plump, bubbly ass came into view agonizingly slowly as she drew the moment out as long as she dared. A resounding crack rang out as Emy reached a hand over to paw at Leah's cheeks impatiently.

"Bring that ass over here," she said. "Now."

Leah giggled and shed her shirt, mounting the bed entirely naked while Emy looked on greedily. Leah knew what her lover wanted, so she laid her chest flat against the bed and backed up on her knees until her ass was mere inches from Emy's face.

"Baby," Emy breathed. Her mouth watered, and her pussy fluttered. She let her hands explore Leah's soft flesh for a full minute before she remembered the slobbery plug. "Relax for me," she whispered, setting the tip against Leah's delicately puckered asshole. "That's my girl."

Inch by inch, Leah's plug found its seat deep inside her. Once it was in place, she gave her hips a devious little wiggle, driving Emy positively feral. She had no choice - she had to see all that delicious, naked flesh ripple.

"Oh!" Leah blurted out as Emy's hand snapped across her ass. "Babe!"

The wimpers fell on deaf ears as Emy lost herself in the hypnotic waves of impact, her heart raging in her chest as Leah's tender skin bloomed crimson under her over-eager slaps. She took the other woman's meaty ass in each hand, pulling her cheeks apart and letting them bounce back into place. "God, you have such a perfect ass," she moaned. "I just can't fucking help myself!"

Leah buried her face in the blanket and bit down, accepting another handful of hearty blows. The weighty toy filling her ass and the sting of Emy's playful punishment had her growing painfully turned on.

"Eat me," she whined.

Emy was too caught up in kneading Leah's meaty rear to hear. "What?"

"Eat my fucking pussy," she moaned. She knew she sounded a little pathetic, but she was past caring now.

"Oh," Emy replied, seeing how wet Leah had grown with a start. "Don't mind if I fucking do!"

Emy sank her tongue into Leah's wet folds hungrily, plunging into her honeyed lips without pause. Staring at her jeweled plug, Emy devoured Leah while her partner mewed and moaned into their bedcover. Like an overripe peach, Leah dripped all over Emy's tongue and chin, painting her in a sticky sheen of eager mess.

"God I love the way you taste," she mumbled half to herself before diving back in.

"I...I'm gonna cum," Leah moaned.

"Mhm," Emy hummed against her bald lips.

"No, Em, I'm really gonna fucking...cum..."

"No!" Emy blurted. "Not yet!"

Ignoring Leah's disappointed whimper, Emy scrambled for the heft of rubbery cock she'd brought, hocking a wad of spit onto it and massaging her drool up and down swiftly.

"What are you..."

"If you're gonna cum, it's gotta be on Barney here!"

Leah was about to protest the naming of Barney, but he was already being carefully placed against her sensitive lips. She'd never felt the need to see a cock in real life, but she was absolutely sure that Barney was at least two or three times the size of a normal one.

"Fuck," she moaned, "please go slow!"

Emy did her best, but patience was not among her virtues. Pinching her tongue between her lips, she slowly worked inch after inch into Leah's hot, grippy hole. She made the cutest little squelching sounds as she took the beefy mass in.

"Ugh," Emy lamented, "You look so hot stretching out around this thing. Are you sure you've never tried dick before?"

Leah would have replied, but she was too busy trying not to erupt around the fat dildo's girth. Instead, all she managed was a trembling "Unfff."

Emy sat up for a better angle and withdrew the toy, softly probing it back in with one hand while she wriggled her other down to her own muff. It simply wasn't fair that Leah was the only one getting attention!

"So, umm, babe," she said, ignoring Leah's mindless trembling, "I was thinking. You know how you mentioned that you were feeling a little, how did you put it? Curious?"

Leah nodded under her mess of dark hair, thankful that Emy couldn't see that she was drooling all over their bed.

"Right, well, I was thinking. It might be really fun if we tried something new together, you know? Maybe, I don't know, broaden our horizons a little. Spread our wings a bit."

"Fuuuuuuck," Leah moaned gutterally as Emy continued to ream her out.

"Right, so I thought we could go to this party together that a few of the guys from school are throwing. It's, uhhh, kinda different, but I think it might be what you're looking for."

"Pleasssse," came Leah's half-baked reply.

Emy beamed. "Really? Oh, babe! This is gonna be great! If you like Barney, I'm sure you'll love these guys! It's gonna be...Oh my god!"

Leah's orgasm ripped through her without warning, no longer willing to be refused as her pussy clenched powerfully down, forcing the slippery rubber out to flop onto Emy's chest with a wet slap. "Fuck!" she cried as she jolted forward, trembling through the wracking throes of her electric eruption. Emy laughed like a woman possessed, watching the minute twitches of Leah's asshole around the beaded buttplug as it sucked in and out in time with her moans.

"Fuck, babe," she said, circling her clit with slick fingers. "You should have told me you were about to cum!"

*******

Leah tried to act like she'd forgotten all about her promise to Emy in the days leading up to the party, but Saturday rolled around nonetheless. And so, with a tummy full of nerves and a bottle of cheap liquor in hand, they threw caution to the wind and took the plunge.

"Are you sure about this?" Leah whispered to Emy as she knocked on the door.

"Relax," she shot back. "It's gonna be great!"

Leah wasn't altogether convinced, but she wasn't one to back down from a challenge. With a nervous gulp and a deep breath, she practiced putting on her best smile before the frathouse's front door swung open before them.

A nondescript, if somewhat handsome, partygoer filled the doorway. "You made it!"

"We made it," Emy replied exuberantly.

"Come on in," he said, stepping aside to welcome the pair of newcomers.

It was like every shitty frat house that Leah had ever seen in the kinds of stupid movies you only put on late at night. The dining room table was covered in red cups, the floor had concerning stains or piles of empty pizza boxes, there were random holes in the walls at odd intervals, and everything smelled faintly like weed and dude-funk.

Their host led them into a large den where a handful of other guys were busily crowded around a TV playing Xbox or Playstation. Leah didn't really know the difference, but it had to be one of them.

"Fellas," he announced. The group dropped what they were doing and turned to face him. "The entertainment is here!"

A rousing chorus of whoops and cheers rang out as the assembled throng burst into action. Music started pumping from somewhere in the next room and Leah found a beer in her hand before she'd even registered who had handed it to her. Emy giggled and was led away in search of some ice before Leah could blink, and two of the sophomores broke into an impromptu game of beer pong on the kitchen table behind her.

"Hey," said a stocky guy with sandy blonde hair. "I'm Gav."

She smirked in spite of herself and took his hand. "Leah," she said back, pitching her voice to be heard over the music. "It's, uh, some place you got here."

"Awh thanks," he replied with genuine pride. "It's actually Derek's dad's place."

"Which one is he?" she asked.

"Oh he's over there," Gav replied, pointing to a well-built brunette trying miserably to tap a keg in the corner.

Leah nodded, lost for what to say next. She bought herself a few seconds by polishing off her drink in one go, which obviously impressed Gav.

"Hey, shit. Let me grab you another one!"

She shrugged. "Uh, sure. Thanks!"

He beamed at her as he moved off in search of another can of lukewarm swill, opening the door for yet another interloper to butt in.

"Terry," he said. "You must be Emy?"

She shook her head with a laugh. "No, I'm Leah. Emy is the other one."

"Shit, sorry. The one with the pink hair, right? In the skirt?"

She nodded. "Mhm,"

"Sweet," he said. "Really looking forward to getting a crack at that one. Sorry," he muttered at her quizzical look. "You've got great tits too. I'm sure you're both gonna be amazing! Uh, lemme see if Derek needs help with the keg real quick. I'll see you later."

She laughed at his cowardly retreat and plopped herself down on the couch, waiting for Gav to return with another drink. Her knight in shining armour finally reappeared after a long minute and joined her on the sofa.

"Thanks," she said with a smile. The bar was pretty low as far as dudes she'd met here so far, but she was pretty sure this one was the most agreeable by far.

"My pleasure," he said as he settled in. "So are you, like, nervous or anything?"

All things considered, she felt okay. First dick and first group thing was a lot to take in on one day, but Emy was obviously excited, so she thought she'd be fine. "A little," she replied. "Mostly just anxious to get started. I feel like the waiting sucks."

Gav shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that."

"You guys do this kind of thing often?"

He shook his head. "Nah, this is the first time. Probably the only time too," he chuckled. "How about you? You and Emy do this stuff a lot?"

She snorted. "Fuck no," she replied. "I've, uh...I've never even seen a dick up close."

Gav came dangerously close to spitting a mouthful of Heineken all over her as he did a desperate double take. "What?!"

She shrugged. "Just always preferred girls."

He looked around furtively. "You...you- Are you sure you're gonna be cool with all this? There's like...a lot of dicks in here."

She laughed him off, placing a hand high on his thigh to send a clear message. "I'm sure," she said. "A girl's gotta try something new once in a while, you know?"

They leaned into each other and found their lips trading urgent kisses as Leah did her best to ignore the dog whistles erupting behind her.

"Look at Gav!" one of the roommates called out.

"Shit, dude! Hell yeah!"

"Sorry about them," Gav muttered.

"Shut up," Leah replied with a smirk, climbing into his lap.

He wasted no time in exploring her body, squeezing handfuls of her still-tender ass meat and sliding his hands under her skirt eagerly. As foreign as it was to have a man's hands on her, she found his touch firm and reassuring, and the lump growing in his jeans proved a fun little grinding post for her to tease herself against.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he gasped.

"Take it out," she demanded. "Take your cock out."

He balked, and she feared that he'd chicken out. "Really? Here?"

"Ugh," she protested, peeling her top over her head and undoing her bra. Her tits were small, but perky, and the twin barbells through each nipple caught his eye at once. "Now your turn."

He wasted no more time, struggling to tug the waist of his pants down with Leah still perched above his lap. With some effort, his cock popped free and clapped up against her ass. She reached back without hesitation, taking the strange member in her hand with a slow tug.

"Oh shit," he gasped.

"Leah!" came Emy's voice from behind her as she returned to the room. "Babe!"

Leah turned with a mischievous grin, still jerking Gav's throbbing cock slowly. "Sorry," she said. "I just wanted to get started!"

Emy bit her lip coyly. By then, everyone in the house had gathered to watch the show.

"I think," offered Derek, "We might as well get this party started the right way."

And start they did.

Flat on their backs and entirely naked, Emy and Leah laid on the sticky kitchen table, heads pointed off opposing edges. Leah craned her neck to watch the first cock slide into Emy with a curious fascination. Only after she was sure Emy seemed to be enjoying herself did she give Gav a little wink to signal her readiness to join the fray.

"You sure?" He asked politely.

She nodded emphatically. "I'm sure."

He slid in so naturally, and Leah gasped at the not-unpleasant girth that her guy brought to the table. In mere moments she felt herself comfortable with the rhythm of his tender probing, and urged him to take more from her.

"Fuck," she moaned. "You...you can go harder."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," she panted, reaching out to clasp hands with her girlfriend.

Emy grinned across at her. "That's it baby! You look so fucking hot right now!"

Leah smiled and fell back into the pleasure of the moment, her confidence building as she heard someone ask Emy if he could use her mouth with she got fucked.

"Sure!" Em replied. "Get over here!"

Again refusing to back down from the implicit challenge presenting itself, Leah searched around her dizzily for a ready cock of her own.

"You," she said, calling out a beefy bystander, "Come fuck my throat. Come on, now!"

This one proved more difficult to take than the cock between her legs, but Leah managed to choke the meaty rod down with only the barest threat of a gag - the sudden notion that she'd gone from zero dicks to two might have startled her if she wasn't desperately close to cumming.

"MmmMmm!" she hummed around the cock between her lips.

"Fuck," Gav replied. "I'm...I think I'm gonna cum!"

Leah's mouth was too busy to offer any reply, so she screwed her eyes tight and gave him a thumbs up. Emy squealed gleefully next to her as someone plastered her forehead with a premature wad.