She went back to the bed, put the dildos away and pulled out the two smallest ones.
— These ones I like more. The Bullet and the Butterfly. Both vibrate.
She turned on the bullet, that quiet little buzz filling the room, and held it out toward me.
— Wanna try it? Feel how strong the vibration is — Carol said, handing me the bullet. — Now put it on yourself. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.
I yanked my panties off without a second thought. The cold air in the room hit my already wet pussy. The second I pressed the little toy against my clit, an electric shock shot up my spine. The vibration was intense, focused, right on the most sensitive spot. I let out a muffled moan and had to bite my lip to keep quiet.
I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as my body started twisting on its own. Carol took the bullet from my hand and took over. She slid the now-slick toy side to side, pressing down, pulling away, then coming back harder. The smell of my arousal was getting thicker in the hot air. I ground against her hand, thighs shaking.
Suddenly she pulled the toy away. Before I could complain, I felt her hot mouth on my clit. Her tongue was soft and wet, nothing like the dry buzz of the bullet. Carol sucked hard, pulled on my swollen little clit, gave it light bites that made me arch hard. Every so often she’d shove her tongue deep, licking inside, her whole face soaked in my pussy.
The smell, the heat, the wet sounds of her mouth… fuck! It all drove me insane. I spread my legs wider, grabbing her head and pulling her tighter against me. The orgasm hit hard and violent. My whole body shook, legs clamping around her face as I came moaning into the pillow. The contractions kept going. Carol kept sucking me slow while I trembled, dragging out every wave.
When I could finally breathe again, I could still feel her tongue and taste, the scent of my own excitement hanging in the air. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
I pulled Carol on top of me and we started kissing, urgent. She was already out of her bra. I grabbed her tits with both hands and went straight for her nipples, sucking, nibbling, circling them with my tongue. Carol went wild for it. Her body rocked on top of mine while I stayed fascinated by how perfect those tits were — firm, round, sensitive.
I moved my mouth lower, kissing down her stomach while my hand slid under her panties. My fingers slipped between her wet lips and I pushed two inside at once. Carol moaned into my mouth. I yanked her panties off in one motion and she was completely naked.
I grabbed the Butterfly.
— How do you use this? — I asked, voice rough.
She turned it on. The vibration was way stronger than the bullet. Carol spread her legs, ran the toy between her lips, then slid it in place: the bigger part went inside her and the other end sat right on her clit. At first she was still laughing, watching me, amused by how focused I looked. But the laugh faded fast. Her eyes rolled back and the moans got louder.
— Now it’s my turn — I said, taking the toy from her hand.
I knelt between Carol’s spread legs. I kept doing what she’d been doing, pushing and pulling the Butterfly faster and faster. She shut her eyes, hands squeezing her own tits, moans completely out of control. She didn’t even care if anyone else in the house could hear.
The spasms hit. Her body shook hard, thighs clamping around my hand as she let out a loud, hoarse moan and came. Her face was flushed, mouth open, pussy throbbing and dripping.
I dropped the toy and went down on her immediately. Carol’s pussy was still pulsing, hot and soaked. The taste was strong, sweet and sour at the same time, mixed with that hot, raw smell of sex coming off her. I sucked hard on her swollen, sensitive clit, feeling it throb against my tongue. Carol writhed, letting out another hoarse moan, fingers tight in my hair.
I dragged my tongue slowly between her wet lips, licking up every bit of that sweet mess dripping out, then went back to sucking her clit harder. She kept shaking. Her thighs squeezed around my head then opened again, like she couldn’t decide whether to pull away or push closer. I kept licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue and pulling back, tasting every drop while her body was still coming down from the spasms.
The wet sounds of my mouth on her filled the room. Carol was panting, stomach rising and falling fast, voice breaking:
— Fuck, Rafa… stop… no…
But I didn’t stop. I kept sucking slow, drawing it out, until the tremors finally started to ease.
When they passed, I lay on top of her and kissed her mouth. We stayed like that, holding each other, kissing slower, her taste still on my tongue.
It was only then, in that quiet moment, that I remembered Diego.
“Has he gotten here yet?”
If he had, he’d probably come to his sister’s room to get me… or just text. He always texted when he wanted to see me. Really, when he wanted sex. I should’ve figured that out a long time ago. He didn’t feel anything real for me. He just wanted to use me.