Fireball Revelations - Sex Stories

Fireball Revelations

... her body, too. I felt it, especially when I tensed up my ass cheeks and closed my legs around her ears. Then some muscle inside me, one I never knew I had, tried to eject that plug just like pooping out a turd. Sandy's thumb held the plug half in, and my asshole actually pulled the plug back in place. Then it hit something else inside me and I started feeling contractions that had my head spinning and my toes curling. I don't think I actually passed out, but I do know I took a short break from reality while waves of pure bliss passed through my entire body, leaving me limp and gasping for air.

"Do you like my little plug now?" Sandy asked with a laugh as she laid down face-up on her recliner.

"Oh, yeah!" I answered as my fingers went exploring my pussy and began playing over the edge of the plug's jeweled holder. I was about to start masturbating for another round of pleasure when she suddenly sat up.

"You know, I'm hungry." She said, totally breaking my mood. "How about we go get a pizza?"

"A pizza? Where?"

"At PJ's! There's this totally doable guy working there. I heard he's Italian and Karen told me he's hung like a horse."

"Karen told you that. My ex-girlfriend Karen?" I asked as I put my legs together and tried to sit up.

"Yep! The Jackson High whore herself! She knows every dick in Gulftown!" Sandy replied and extended a hand to help me up.

Another quick run through the shower, this time without playing around, and a search for suitable ...

... clothing took all of twenty minutes. Another ten minutes was taken dealing with the 'just been fucked' condition of my hair and then we were ready to get into Sandy's old VW and head out. I had opted for a clean white t-shirt, my see-thru bra, some somewhat loose running shorts without any panties and a pair of flip-flops. I was still feeling wildly daring and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror to make sure I wasn't looking too brazen. Sandy had demanded I give back her butt plug, telling me to get my own via the internet, and was wearing it under her shorts. She did not put her bra back on either and her shirt was tight enough to tell the world at a glance that she was a girl.

PJ's pizza palace was only like four miles away and real quiet even for a Monday afternoon. In fact, so quiet that I thought the place was closed and someone forgot to lock the front door. The lights were on, but we couldn't see or hear anyone. We stood at the order station at one end of a long counter for a couple of minutes and waited. "Any body in here?" I finally called out.

An older man stuck his bald head around the back of a pizza oven and answered. "Be with you in a minute."

"Okey." I said and looked back at Sandy. "Please tell me that man is not your Italian Stallion."

"No way!" She emphatically replied with revulsion.

The old man slowly made his way toward us and stopped at the order station. "What can I do for you girls?"

"We want to order a pizza." I said.

"You want to ...