My best friend and I share an unexpected bonding experience [F28/F27] [masturbation] [sex toys] [pornography]

Carla texts me, “Can I come over?”

I roll my eyes, of course she can. She’s here basically every day. “Bring me a coffee,” I write, “My usual.”

It’s ten-fourteen a.m. when I send that, and she’s walking in the door by ten-twenty-nine, coffee in hand. She must’ve already been at the coffeeshop when she texted.

“Got you a croissant, too,” she says, plopping down on the couch next to me, handing me a paper coffee cup, ‘Eva’ scrawled on the side.

“Fuck, I love you, girl.” I dig in. I’ve got the TV on, some stupid reality show. It’d mindless, perfect for my mornings.

“Where’s Chris?” she says, “Still sleeping?”

Fair assumption, seeing that I’m curled halfway under the blanket, still wearing my baggy sleep t-shirt and pajama pants.

“Nah,” I say, “He had to work early today. I’ve been home alone, already now a few hours.”

Carla grins, nods at the corner of the room. “Is that what that’s about, then?”

I trace her gaze through my mess of cheap furniture and old magazines and dirty plates I really should clean up. There’s a small, beat-up old black table in the corner, and on it a lamp, two empty beer bottles, and a large fuchsia dildo.

I laugh. “I was wondering where Mister Pink ended up! He’s went missing last night.”

“Missing?” Carla scoffs, “It’s huge, how could you overlook it?”

I roll my eyes. “Whatchu got going on today?”

“The usual,” she says, her attention returned to the TV screen, “Fuck all.”

I cheer. “Nice, me too.”

We watch TV for a bit, the episodes playing on.

“Hey, can I use your laptop for a minute?”

I shrug. “Sure, whatever. If there’s even any battery left.”

She grabs it off the coffee table, flips it open. “Gross!”

“What?”

“Chris must’ve been using this last, he’s left all his porn open.” Sounds come from the laptop, squishy, wet sounds, and a woman moaning.

“Huh,” I say, “Interesting.”

She makes a disgusted face and turns the screen to me. There’s a woman there, a blonde bimbo with big tits, being fucked from behind. The camera’s pointed at her face, you can’t actually see much of her body other than her tits bouncing beneath her.

Porn star or not, she looks like she’s genuinely enjoying the sex, and I’m envious, heat blooming between my legs. “Yikes,” I say, biting my lip.

Carla clicks to the next tab. Another bimbo, this one pinned against a wall by a big guy with a massive dick shoved far down her throat. “Wow!” Carla says, leaning in closer, “How does she even do that?”

I shrug. “She just trains for it.”

“What do you mean?” Carla frowns.

I sigh and pull the blankets off me and stand up. I’m no bimbo — I’m skinny and short and brunette — but this I can do. I retrieve Mister Pink, wash him off in the kitchen sink, and then plop back down. Carla’s still got the porn playing on the laptop, the shot a closeup of the bimbo’s neck being stretched out by the dick. The woman on screen’s making a gagging sound, and beads of spit drip from her chin, but she doesn’t appear to be in any distress.

“Like this,” I say, opening my mouth as wide as I can. I stick out my tongue, a shoehorn for Mister Pink, and slide the dildo in between my lips. I push him in until his tip rests against the back of my mouth, and mumble, “Watch this,” although the words come out, “Mmm mmmm.”

There’s a gagging sound, not unlike the ones coming from the laptop, as I push Mister Pink down my throat. It’s uncomfortable and awkward and hot all at once, and I can only get him a short way in before I feel my throat reject the silicone member. I pull him out, panting and eyes watering, but smiling proudly. “See,” I say, holding Mister Pink up for Carla to admire, “You just do that, over and over, until your body is used to it.”

Carla’s fascinated and horrified. “Why?”

I shrug, “Chris likes it.”

“Geeze, girl.” Carla turns back to the laptop, clicks to the next tab. It’s another busty blonde bimbo, and this one’s got several large-dicked guys, one fucking her in each hole. “Chris like this, too?”

I pinch my legs together, bite my lip. “Maybe. I’d be down for trying, at least.”

“How big a slut are you?” she says, “Wait, don’t answer, I don’t want to know. But still, hot damn, that bitch is getting, like, seriously fucked. That’s what you want?”

I can’t look away from the screen, at the woman getting ‘seriously fucked.’ I want to be her, so bad. My chest heaves, my cheeks flush. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

She clicks again, and there’s a woman on screen folded like a pretzel in a large man’s grip. Her tits bounce wildly against her ankles. She has a dazed look on her face as her ass is savagely skewered by the man’s massive erection.

“Good god,” Carla frowns.

But I watch the woman’s face, study the ecstasy there, how much she’s getting off, being turned into this fucktoy for a powerful man. My fist tightens automatically around Mister Pink.

Carla leans in, looks closer. “She’s– she’s helpless!”

“I know,” I moan, unable to stop myself. My hand slides down, under my waistband, and rubs my pussy. “She’s incredible.”

Carla looks at me, at my hand down my pants, at my gripping Mister Pink, at my parted lips and flush cheeks. And she realizes, her eyes going wide. “What, wait, what?! This isn’t– this isn’t Chris’s porn, it’s yours!”

“Chris has his own laptop,” I explain, which doesn’t really explain anything.

“This turns you on? This!?” She switches to yet another tab, another bimbo, this one dressed like a cheerleader while two big guys hold her in place. A third guy is behind her in a football jersey, screwing her hard, a line of guys behind him, waiting their turn.

“It’s so hot,” I moan, masturbating, “Look how many guys want to fuck her.” I switch hands, shoving my shorts down, bringing Mister Pink down between my legs, pinching my nipples with my other hand. I whimper as I push the large dildo up inside me.

“I… I guess,” she admits. She changes tabs again, another bimbo, strapped to a pillory, ball gag in her mouth, vibrator being rudely shoved into her pussy, against her clit. “This, too? Bondage?”

I shudder, penetrating myself deeper and faster, wishing I was the woman on screen, wishing I was having all the orgasms she was having. “She’s so lucky,” I mutter, “Look how happy she is.”

Carla furrows her brow. “I… uh… yeah, she’s acting like she likes it.”

“It’s not an act.”

This bondage scene is really turning me on, but Carla’s got the laptop. She wants to see more. The next tab features another woman, maybe in her 40s, giving a handjob to a guy with a huge stiff erection. He’s half her age or younger, and she’s grinning and giggling as he succumbs to the pleasure of her fist.

“Ok, well,” Carla chuckles, “This I understand.”

The video plays, the handjob going on and on, the guy’s cock front and center in the frame as the smiling woman pumps it. Then the scene shifts, and he’s got the MILF bent over the couch, and he sticks his dick in and out of her before starting to really fuck her deep. She moans, loving it.

Carla’s hand, I see, has found its way to her crotch. She’s wearing these black yoga pants, and it’s easy for me to track her fingers, seeing the way they gently pet her pussy. Carla, well, I’ve known her for years, seen her nearly naked. I’m not into her, not exactly, but she does happen to be busty and blonde and kinda like the bimbos on screen. Right now, she’s got on this brown ridged shirt which highlights the large swell of her chest. The shirt stretches tightly over her tits, the fabric’s distended pattern removing any last doubts as to her rack’s size.

I didn’t plan this, I’m not Machiavelli, but as long as we’re doing this, I’m not going to deny that seeing Carla turned on excites me.

The scene shifts again, and now the MILF is sucking the boy’s dick. It’ll end soon, a cumshot no doubt. “If you like this,” I say, “There’s another similar, there, three tabs down.”

Carla doesn’t speak, she just clicks.

This video features two bimbo MILFs and two younger boys. All involved are well endowed and oiled and glistening. Dicks are everywhere, in hands and mouths and pussies and asses, the scenes changing rapidly, the MILFs enjoying their orgy.

Carla’s fingers work her crotch with increasing vigor. I pull Mister Pink from my own pussy and proffer him to her. She looks at me aghast.

“Trust me,” I say, “You won’t regret.”

There’s no way the dildo will fit inside her tight pants, so she pushes them down to her knees. Her pussy is tight and pink and bare, and as she aligns the dildo, her attention returns to the screen. I watch as Mister Pink disappears inside her. She shudders, and her leg quivers, but she pushes the whole thing inside.

“Damn,” I say, “All the way?”

She whips her head around. “You’re watching me?”

I shrug. “It’s hot.”

“Eva!”

“Sue me.”

“I might!”

“So long as I’m watching,” I say, “Can you show me your tits?”

“What?!”

“I’ll show you mine,” I say, taking my shirt off, tossing it aside. My tits, they’re not bad, but they’re not massive like Carla’s.

She glances at them, then looks me in the eye. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug, “I’m horny. You’re showing me porn. Hot porn.” I fish in the blankets, pull out my magic wand vibrator.

“And what the hell is that?!”

“I gave you Mister Pink,” I explain, “This is Shaky.” I get it buzzing, then push it into my pants, aligning it against my clit. “Next video,” I point.

We’re back to a video with just one man and woman, both blonde, same-ish age, but he fucks her so hard. He holds her to the ground and drives his gigantic dick into her, over and over, brutal and domineering.

“Yes…” I moan.

“Girl, you’re fucked up,” Carla says, but she pushes Mister Pink into her again.

We moan quietly in unison as we watch them fuck. And then, another woman walks into the scene, a buxom brunette in a revealing dress, playing like she’s caught her husband cheating with her friend. I don’t remember this part, but I can’t help but notice the new woman looks maybe a little bit like me.

There’s some pointless dialogue, and then, of course, the brunette’s dress gets removed and the guy fucks her, the blonde watching and masturbating. He squeezes her tits, and Carla’s hand does the same to her own, although more gently and through the fabric of a shirt.

I watch Carla work her own tits, moaning. On screen, the guy’s dick makes its way to the brunette’s ass, and she takes it like a champ. I reach down, fish under the couch, pull out my buttplug.

Carla frowns, but I grin as I pull down my pants and sit on it, groaning in pleasure as it makes its presence known in my ass. She shakes her head and returns her attention to the screen. The guy there is now pinching the brunette’s tits together, rubbing his dick between them. The blonde helps, kneeling beside the other woman, rubbing his balls and licking her lips.

Carla writhes, twisting side and side, and then she grabs the bottom of her shirt in both hands and yanks up.

“Yay!” I cheer.

“Don’t be a weirdo,” she says, her tits springing free from their captivity. She sets the shirt aside and returns her focus to the screen, masturbating, batting at her own nipples.

The trio in the video seem to have endless stamina, with the women now riding the man as he lays beneath them. The brunette’s on his dick while the blonde’s on his face, and they face each other, fondling one another’s tits.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Carla warns, furiously jabbing her pussy with Mister Pink. Her tits bounce wildly, just like the woman’s on screen.

“Fuck…” I moan, so close to orgasm.

The scene changes again, the women on their hands and knees while the guy stands behind them, sticking his dick first in one, then the other. The women make out, french kissing.

Then the blonde woman’s arms buckle, and she collapses to the bed beneath her. Her legs shake, her ass spasms, and when the guy realizes she’s having an orgasm — a real orgasm, that is — he leans down to massage her pussy and eat her asshole. She screams and moans, the brunette pets her back, grinning.

I can’t take it, it’s so hot what’s happening to her, and orgasm explodes in me, too. I twist, double over, lost in bliss.

But Carla must think I’m leaning over to kiss her, and she grabs my head, pulls it to hers, and shoots her tongue into my mouth. I’m midway through climax, and in no state to object, and she’s soft and sweet, so I groan my orgasm into Carla’s mouth. Then I realize she’s climaxing, too, and I kiss her back, seeing her through.

When she comes down, I sit back to where I was, and see the group on screen have also reached their limit, the guy’s cum coating the two women’s faces.

I look at Carla, and she’s in a daze, Mister Pink discarded on her belly.

Two hours later, Chris comes home, finds me spooning Carla on the couch, watching some crap TV. The laptop has been put away, the sex toys washed and stored.

“Hey Eva, hey Carla,” he says, setting his stuff down, grabbing a drink, “What’ve you two been up to?”

“Nothing,” I say.

Carla giggles in my arms.

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