The Secrets Of My Toy Drawer Ch 03

Yvonne and I are lesbian lovers. I'm not quite sure how it came about, except to say that it started when she found some of the things I keep in my toy drawer and we ended up playing around with both them and each other. It was entirely unexpected, but it was wonderfully enjoyable experience to be so totally uninhibited for once with someone of the same sex. Even so I don't think either of us expected to become actual lovers, but that's what has happened.

One good thing that has come about because of it is the fact that I can be myself with Yvonne. I don't just mean that I can express the bi-side that I didn't know I'd got, but that I can be myself in other ways too. You see Carl, my husband, is extremely submissive and I've had to be the dominant partner in our relationship even though my nature also tends to be submissive. Fortunately I discovered that Yvonne tends heavily towards being dominant and so when I'm in her company I can relax and let her take over, so much so that the last time we met she tied me to the bed and had her wicked way with me. Oh bliss! I couldn't wait for the next time, and that was to come pretty much as soon as she walked through my kitchen door a couple of evenings later.

'Hiya, I've got a couple of new toys for us to play with this time.' She announced without preamble, holding her shopping bag up in front of her. 'I'll show you in a bit.' It was a good job she knew that Carl would be at work.

'What are they?' I asked, intrigued.

'I'll show you later.' She repeated firmly. 'Have you got any coffee going?'

She knew very well I had, it was her way of diverting the conversation. I got up and poured her a cup so that we could sit down and have a gossip before... well, before anything else.

We'd chatted for a while about pretty much anything except the main topic when Yvonne obviously thought it was time we did, because she suddenly asked. 'Do you remember you told me once that you like Carl to watch you whilst you're playing?'

'Yes.' I replied slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

'Well, it occurred to me that we've been doing it with each other there, but we've never actually watched each other properly, have we?'

'No. Not really just watched.' It was true, we'd masturbated together, we'd even helped each other masturbate, but it had been just a part of our fun, we'd never actually deliberately watched each other doing it.

'Would you like us to?'

There was no point in my saying no. She quite rightly wouldn't believe me and she'd have us doing it anyway. I nodded. 'Yes. I think I would.'

'Then let's do that.' She didn't wait for my agreement; she just rose and headed for the door into the hall. 'Shall we go through?'

'Bedroom?' I asked, climbing to my feet, a little bewildered by the speed with which things were happening.

'No, not yet. Come on Debs, I'll show you.'

The 'not yet' sounded promising. I followed her through to the lounge where she promptly began moving a couple of big armchairs about so that they faced each other barely six inches apart.

'There we are. You take one and I'll take the other.' She indicated each chair in turn, leaning her shopping bag against the one she had apparently chosen for herself. 'Now let's get undressed.'

She really was taking charge today and my head was in a whirl, I had no real idea what she had in mind and the chairs looked far too close together for us both to occupy them. I didn't mind though, I presumed she knew what she was doing and in fact I found the mystery of it all quite exciting. She was unzipping her dress even as she spoke and I couldn't help but follow her lead, and in less than a minute we were both standing naked beside the two chairs.

'God, I feel horny tonight.' She stated. 'I hope you're up for this?'

I hadn't really been given the chance to think about it, but I couldn't help responding to her enthusiasm and I was rapidly becoming up for pretty much anything.

'Definitely.' I nodded vigorously, watching her as she stepped carefully between the chairs and sat down, immediately draping her wide open legs over the arms and showing off a shiny wet pussy.

'Come on then.' She pointed to the other chair.

I sat down like some sort of automaton, facing her and spreading my legs over the arms of my chair just as she had, still wondering why the chairs were so close together. The only difference between us was that I had instinctively covered myself with the palm of my hand.

'Don't be shy; let's take a look at you.' She demanded, nodding her satisfaction as I removed my hand and let her see that I was just as aroused as she was.

'That looks good.' She said, looking directly at my pussy while her first two fingers began to gently circle her own clit. Her gaze had its effect on me and I quickly followed her lead and started to touch myself, consciously trying not to block her view of me.

For a few minutes we just played gently with ourselves, each of us silently staring at the other's pussy only about fifteen inches away from our own, our dangling feet lightly nudging each other as we played. I could feel my arousal and excitement building by the intimacy of what we were doing, but then Yvonne abruptly looked up.

'Debbie, you really like being watched, don't you?'

I nodded and carried on playing gently.

She didn't say anything else, she abruptly stopped what she was doing.

'Move closer to the edge, but keep your legs open.'

I was puzzled by the sudden change in the conversation and by what she wanted, but I did as I was told, inching forward until my pussy was right on the edge of the chair, but keeping my legs hanging over my chair arms. My knees were now bent quite a way back and she had an even more open view of me. I felt so damned excited because my pussy was so tantalisingly close to hers now. We could play with each other now face to face instead of side by side. I was so turned on by that idea that I could almost feel my lubrication trickling out of me and I still had no idea if that was what she intended.

But then she leaned over and reached into her shopping bag, and the moment I saw what she took out I gasped with pleasure because I knew exactly what she was going to do. It was what she had promised to get for us when we first got together, a large, bright red, double ended, bendy dildo.

'Ready to try it?' She asked with a grin.

I didn't say anything; I just grinned eagerly, my eyes fixed on the lovely big two headed bed snake that she was menacing me with. Pointing the thing at my pussy she reached forward until its tip was resting against my entrance and then stopped, looked up at me and teased me with a smile.

'Think you can take it.'

I was resisting the temptation to slide forward and engulf it, but I knew that if I did she would probably just take it away, and so I remained still and tolerated her tease with a tiny smile.

'Try me.'

'I will.'

She pushed it in, letting the cool head penetrate me and make me gasp with pleasure before easing it all the way in. Now I could see what was coming next, she inched back a little, frowning with concentration as she lined herself up with the other end and then smiling broadly as she impaled herself on it and wriggled forward once more. Now we were sharing the double ender with our pussies only inches apart - and I was wishing it was just that little bit shorter.

'Nice?'

'Yes.' I nodded.

'Let's bring ourselves off then.' Her hand went back to her pussy and she began stroking herself once more.

I hesitated for only a few seconds and then I too began to masturbate, with the dildo connecting us so closely that our knuckles were occasionally catching on each other as we played.

At first we just played with ourselves, our eyes locked together and a little smile playing around Vonnie's lips, but then as it began to get to us and as we stroked ourselves more eagerly our hips began to twitch from little stabs of pleasure, each tiny jerk of one sending a slight tremor through the dildo to the other. It was fabulous, feeling each other's pleasure as if by proxy with each of us knowing just how much the other was enjoying it. Of course as we got more and more turned on by this sharing and as we began to play more vigorously the sensations became more pronounced until it was almost as if we'd become responsible for each other's pleasure, the more each of us rubbed ourselves the more the other enjoyed it.

Yvonne's eyes dropped to stare at my pussy again and so I did the same, fastening first on the head of her clitoris between her fingers as she stroked it and then the glistening red of the dildo that linked us, now wet with our combined juices. I felt a sudden urge to touch and play with her, my fingers being already only inches away, but without her permission I held back, staring longingly at her wide open pussy instead. I consoled myself with the knowledge that it was nice just to watch her fingers at work and to feel the dildo jolting inside me as she jerked and gasped in her enthusiasm, especially as I knew my own involuntary movements must be having the same effect on her. Soon we were both breathing heavily, watching each other for the first signs of climax and then smiling broadly when we realised we were both going to come together.

It was an explosive orgasm for us both. Just watching each other's reactions from so close would have been enough, but the sensation of the double ended dildo thrusting in and pulling out from our own spontaneous movements amplified everything. I felt Yvonne jolt forward, her hand crushing mine against my pussy, the movements of her fingers as she brought herself off transferring to me and adding to my excitement. It felt as if my pussy was pulsating around the dildo as she moved away again, and maybe it was, but in any case it was a wonderful mind blowing feeling that made me cry out loud and try to follow her, pushing myself against her and feeling the dildo bury its full length inside me as I did so. She responded and for a minute or so we were simply fucking each end of our dildo, shoving it in and out of each other purely with the movements of our hips, our fingers still busy with our clits. All too soon of course the fabulous orgasm passed and we slumped back in our chairs, panting for breath and grinning madly, our hands now just resting over our pussies and with an end the guilty dildo still deeply embedded inside each of us.

We sat like that for a few minutes, legs still wide apart, dildo still inside us and our fingers gently and idly playing with our clits, until suddenly Yvonne sat back, pulling the dildo from my pussy before reaching down and taking it from hers. Then she looked at me and grinned.

'That was pretty damn good, wasn't it?' She asked rhetorically, still slightly breathless.

I nodded and licked my dry lips. 'Wonderful.' I told her..

'I'm still hot.' She told me.

'So am I.' And so I was, my fingertips were still gently fondling my pussy as if to keep it warm for later.

'There was something I did to you when you were fastened to the bed last time, do you remember?'

There were several marvellous things she did to me, but I had a good idea which one. I nodded again. 'Yes.'

'Will you do it to me?'

She had gone down on me when I was strapped to the bed, and now she wanted me to go down on her. It was a request that took my breath away and made my heart hammer just thinking about it. I'd never, ever, done that with a woman and at first my mind baulked at the idea. But then one way or another I found I wanted to do it to Yvonne, and I wanted to be good at it. I wasn't even sure if her question had been a request or an instruction, but I chose to believe it was an instruction because that helped me cope with the idea. I took a deep breath.

'All right.'

'Stand up then.'

I stood up, puzzled until she put both feet against the arms of my chair and pushed, hard, making the chairs move away from each other far enough for me to kneel between them. She hooked her legs back over the arms of her chair like before and just sat back and waited with her pussy in front of me, cupping and gently massaging her breasts while I gathered the courage to do as she had asked. I took another deep breath and knelt before her, smelling the heavy scent of her arousal.

'Do it.' She whispered.

I finally plucked up the courage and, with my palms spreading her thighs, I moved forward, the scent from her pussy becoming stronger and more enticing as I got nearer. I put out my tongue, aiming for her clit but finding her labia. I didn't really mind, it just gave me an excuse to explore, to run the tip of my tongue all the way down and then across before returning up the other side. She groaned quietly, making me glance up to ensure everything was fine. It was, she had her eyes closed and her head back, and her hands were gripping her breasts harder than before. I repeated part of my journey, but this time I ran my tongue down one side before going straight up the centre, licking her entrance and then her clit on the way. Again she groaned her enjoyment, and I began to feel confident with what I was doing.

I slid my palms along the inside of her thighs, feeling the lovely softness of her skin, until I was able to use my thumbs to part her lips and let me lick her properly. It was nice to be able to do anything that I thought she would enjoy, confident in the knowledge that she would tell me if I got it wrong, and I found I didn't mind doing it either. In fact I began to enjoy the taste of another woman's juices and the feel of my mouth on a wet and slippery pussy, or even the sensation of my tongue finding her hard little clit after I'd explored the entrance to her passage. I was getting braver and more assured, and I pressed my tongue more firmly against her, listening almost proudly to her pleasure noises and feeling her body begin to wriggle from my actions. I could tell that before long she would climax for a second time.

Then, suddenly I felt her hands land on the back of my head, at first just one, lightly steering me from behind, pressing me closer when I did something she particularly liked and just gently guiding me to give her the most pleasure. But then, as she became more and more aroused and her need became greater, the second one joined the first and they cupped the back of my head, holding me against her, taking over what I intended to do and pushing me increasingly firmly onto her pussy, so that finally she was pressing me hard against her and forcefully rubbing my face up and down her wet slit, until I was gasping for air and she was gasping from an imminent orgasm.

It was uncomfortable, yes, and sometimes I was pretty desperate to breathe, but it felt so good that I could arouse my friend to the point where she would do this. I was proud of my achievement and happy to give her so much pleasure, even when she did come and she rammed my face into her slick wetness while her hips danced and her pussy slid all over my face.

When her climax ended I wasn't sure who was gasping for breath more, but I think we both felt fabulous, I know I did. She let her hands untangle themselves from my hair and fall free and her legs slide from the chair arms so that I was just kneeling before her and she was smiling down at me. For a few minutes that was all we did, gazing at each other happily and silently as we got our breathing back to normal.

'You're good.' She said finally, still slightly breathless.

'Thank you.' I just felt immensely proud.

'Now kiss me.'

'But my face is all gooey.' I protested, happy that she wanted a kiss from me but not wanting to put her off.

'And it's my goo.' She pointed out.

I couldn't argue with that, I knelt up and leaned forward, my mouth meeting hers as she bent over. It wasn't a sexy, passionately wanting kiss, it was the kiss of two happy lovers who were at ease with each other. I would have been happy for it to last forever, but eventually she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed us apart.

'Now it's your turn, so let's go upstairs.'

For a moment or two I assumed that 'my turn' meant that she was going to go down on me as she had before, but when she picked up her bag to go upstairs with I figured I was probably wrong. Whatever she had in there would be unnecessary for oral sex.

She took charge again as soon as we got there, putting the bag down and then pulling the bedclothes from the bed. I knew what was coming, she had tied me to the bed once before and so I eagerly sprawled myself out, my hands and feet spread out towards the corners, awaiting the restraints that Carl and I had fitted for me to use on him and which I knew Yvonne would make use of with me.

'Don't be in too much of a hurry.' She smiled down at me.

I looked up at her, suddenly puzzled.

'Go to your toy drawer and choose the toy that you would most like me to use on you.' She instructed.

I rolled over and climbed from the bed, looking at her questioningly for a moment. 'Have you not got the one with you that you brought last time?' Because I'd love that one.'

She'd bought one that lengthened and shortened to imitate the thrusting action of a cock and I was hoping to have it used on me.

'Not this time.'

She didn't expand on that and so I went across to the chest and opened the drawer where I keep all of my little bedtime specials to choose one for Yvonne. For some reason I didn't want anything too complicated and so I chose a simple ten inch black vibrator with no functions other than its variable speed. I placed it on the bedside table and stood beside the bed, wondering if that's where she wanted me this time.

'You've not shown much imagination.' Yvonne frowned at my choice of toy. 'But as it happens, that's fine.'

'It is a big one.' I answered, realising even as I said it how corny that sounded.

'So it is.' I wasn't sure if the comment was sarcastic or not. 'Go and lie down.'

I quickly laid myself on the bed, once again spreading myself out like a starfish. She chuckled quietly at my apparent enthusiasm and swiftly bound my wrists and ankles, leaving me with everything exposed and utterly defenceless. I felt so wonderfully helpless to be in this position, unable to stop whatever she might want to do to me but having to trust her with just that little frisson of excitement that such vulnerability brings. My mind conjured all the things that might be done a large vibrator, and soon I was literally panting with anticipation. I could see her standing over me and staring at my nakedness, making me wriggle with embarrassed excitement.

'What shall we do?' She asked eventually, neither expecting nor wanting an answer.

'I don't know.' I answered anyway, licking suddenly drying lips.

'I think we'll make you come again, and maybe me too.' She decided mysteriously, pushing the vibrator towards the back of the table for later use. 'I have a little present for you, well for us really.'

The slightly devilish smile on her face had me a little worried, but I trusted her. 'What is it?'

'You'll see.' She bent down and delved in her bag.

What she brought out looked for a moment like a strange pink tadpole, and then I realised what it actually was, it was a love egg, a vibrating toy that you push right up inside you. It wasn't the sort that I was used to, my old one had a cord that connected to the control, but this one just had kind of plastic tail to allow you to retrieve it. I wasn't quite sure how it worked, by remote control, I assumed. I was, it seemed, about to find out because Yvonne leaned forward and quickly popped it into my vagina, pushing it in as far as she could. It was done so quickly and so easily that I had no time to react, but it did reveal just how turned on and slippery I was.

'Nice?' She asked.

'Yes.' It did feel nice; even though it wasn't vibrating it felt comfortable and not at all intrusive. I wanted to ask her to turn it on, but I knew she'd do it in her own time whatever I said. She smiled, satisfied by my answer.