Kiara and Gracie with terrific measures – 02

“Yes, from me!” Kiara said, thrusting forward to punctuate her words.

“Ohmigod! Please, it hurts,” Gracie sobbed.

“Hurts so good, you mean. Don’t try to lie to me. I can smell your pussy from here.”

Kiara removed first one hand and then the other, eventually grasping Gracie’s hips. All but the last inch of the wide base was now inside her whimpering lover, but Kiara wouldn’t be satisfied with half measures tonight. She slid her knees out a little, to widen her base and get some purchase and then drove forward with all she had.

Gracie screamed, a piercing, keening cry that split the silence of the room. Kiara’s hips bumped up tight against the bound woman’s ass. She held still then, letting Size adjust. Kiara could see the muscles in her butt and back twitching beneath her fine, alabaster skin.

“Take it out. Take it out, Please. Pretty please?”

“Sho thing, baby,” Kiara said, withdrawing it by rocking her hips back.

She loved the way Gracie’s lips seemed to be hanging on, like they were reluctant to let it escape. When she was about halfway out, Kiara drove it back in.

“No!” Gracie shouted.

She wiggled frantically in her bonds, plunging and rocking the stout table, but Kiara ignored her and continued trying to get the hang of it. Gracie screamed and shouted and threatened, but it made no impression. Kiara was having a ball. She had always assumed fucking was easy.

After all, she had never had trouble mastering rhythm and stroke in femme superior, but she found life wasn’t so easy from the other side of the dick. She could keep up a fairly even stroke, by alternately hunching her back and straightening up, but it was far too much work and didn’t produce any of the variation in stroke she knew was so enjoyable. Not that little Gracie was complaining, she was huffing and puffing, whining and biting back on moans now. Only occasionally mustering a protest.

Over time, Kiara found, to her amusement, that it was all in her hips and legs, despite what “felt” right. She had always thought it felt like a pistoning motion and thus that it was all in your back, but the truth was, she got a smoother flow by rolling her hips. This method gave her a much smoother action, but in no time the muscles in her ass began to burn. Kiara then tried a more jerky motion, using her legs to drive, while keeping her ass out of it.

She drew back for a long stroke and the dong popped out of Gracie’s pussy. Kiara was already thrusting back so her hips smacked Gracie’s with an audible thwack. Kiara burst out laughing and grasped the toy with both hands. It was still a tight fit, but she had far less trouble getting it this time.

She laughed in delight as she was able to watch her cock and how the different methods produced different visuals. She was so caught up in it she failed at first to even hear Gracie, but as she was contemplating the exact mechanics of the little rolling flourish Freby sometimes used, the girl’s words penetrated.

“Kiara? Please. Something’s wrong. I f.f.f.feel strange.”

Kiara didn’t need more than a moment to ascertain what the strange feeling was, but it left her troubled. The muscles in Gracie’s legs and back were rippling and tensing, the aroma from her pussy had become much stronger and her juices now coated the toy hammering into her. Her labored breathing, and the frequent squeaks all pointed to an orgasm. It was hard for Kiara to comprehend those wonderful warning signs being scary or strange.

“Gracie? Haven’t you ever cum real hard?” she asked quizzically.

“N…n…no…”

“Well, get ready girl, cause you’re taking a trip on the Nirvana express,” Kiara said, grasping the girl’s hips more firmly and reverting to the rolling of her hips.

“No, please, this isn’t supposed to happen,” she whined.

Kiara ignored her, using her legs now and her back, throwing herself forward with each lunge. The big cock made obscene slurping noises as it slammed into Gracie’s soaked pussy.

“Cum for me, baby,” Kiara urged through clenched teeth.

Sweat poured off her forehead and burned her eyes. It also rolled down her chest, soaking into the silk demi cup bra she had neglected to remove earlier. The muscles in her ass were burning, like they did near the end of an aerobics class, but she kept on pounding into Gracie. Kept on delivering the stimulation, even though she could see Gracie was fighting it with all she had.

Kiara could have warned her it was useless to fight, but she didn’t. She knew the longer Gracie held out, the better it would feel when it came. With that in mind she slowed her stroke, and lengthened it, letting some of the tension in her captive dissipate. And thus it went for well over an hour. Kiara was experimenting, getting comfortable with the motions and the physics. Poor Gracie was struggling just to cope with the relentless pounding her tender pussy was getting.

Kiara decided she had built it up enough. She wanted the first one to rock Gracie’s world, but she also knew that the first was never the best and she intended to orgasm with her friend until she passed out. Kiara pulled herself tightly to Gracie’s butt and began to use short, rapid strokes. Gracie was grunting and groaning, but as time passed, she still hadn’t come. It suddenly occurred to Kiara that perhaps, Gracie’s problem was a medical one. Maybe she just couldn’t orgasm. It would certainly explain her seeming aversion to sex for fun. It would also mean this had been a monumental mistake on her part.