Strapon victim. Part 1

Finally it happened! My wife and I walked out of the sex shop with a freshly bought black strap-on. I couldn’t wait to try it out and see how the girls would wield it. As in that, my very first fantasy, with which it all essentially began. When I imagined how a thin and busty Anya with milky-white skin and a tight braid of black wavy hair in a black corset and stockings was fucking her older sister with cancer, holding first by the waist, and then by the hair, forcing her to bend and moan in her voice. Ah, dreams, dreams.

On that cloudy summer day, we walked to Anya’s work. She, as it happened, was delayed, and we decided to please her and keep company on the way to us. I don’t remember how the road went, but we promised Anya a surprise. To really pique her curiosity, I showed her the edge of a box from my bag. I’m not sure if she was able to see anything in particular, but we, holding hands, quickened our pace.

Hurry, hurry home! Arriving – down with clothes! Together we fell into the shower. Already there, we finally got the toy out of the box, showed it to Anna. Her eyes widened. She was very surprised and intrigued. She wanted to try it, to know if there was a big difference between such a toy and a living member inside. And a double penetration fantasy flashed through her thoughts … scary. But curious to shiver.

And I was curious to see how the girls would fuck each other with them. Just watch this action. And yet, it is very interesting how they will suck it. In other matters … I could see it right now, and sent the washed strapon into Anya’s mouth. After a little thought, she nevertheless let him in, embracing the head with her lips. She slowly took it deeper, first looking at me. Then – looking at my sister. Straight into her eyes. She looked at her and slid her lips over the “penis”, deeper and deeper, then closed her eyes and completely surrendered to the process, doing as gentle blowjob as she could, letting him in almost into the throat. Then, released it from her mouth, thin threads of saliva stretched behind her tongue and lips, she ran her tongue over the head and kissed her gently. She opened her eyes and looked at us.

Sasha and I were ready to finish right there, just from this one sight. Which reminded me of one of my young friends, who, sitting in a cafe, so erotically took out melted ice cream from a waffle cup with her thin girlish tongue, that the eyes of the entire male half of the cafe (and even part of the female one) were riveted on her, carefully observing the process. When she opened her eyes, she laughed like a child and closed the menu. The girl was short, and, although she was already in her second year, she dressed like a schoolgirl with such a short, short skirt, which drove absolutely everyone crazy. Even ordinary passers-by, men and boys, could not help but look at her as she walked past.

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