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behind me when I felt soft, warm fingers stroke my ass. Emma’s hands were small, but they
felt incredible. She wasn’t as fast and fierce as Cindy, but it was a nice change of pace.
    Cindy got up from the couch and sat on the floor near us, watching. Then Emma did something I completely didn’t expect: She leaned down, and with her small pink tongue she licked my asshole. Her tongue darted along my puckered flesh, and I felt my panties bunch against me as her mouth made me wetter and wetter. She kept tickling and tormenting me, tapping against my back hole with her tongue until finally she pressed her finger against the wet opening. I let her in right away, and she eased that lone finger slowly between my cheeks. I gripped her tight, clutching her and drawing her deeper into my ass, while her other hand finally stroked my pussy.
    Emma didn’t even wait for Cindy’s permission. She just deftly began working my cunt, her fingers curling and pressing and curving and stretching as the fingers of her other hand pushed deeper into my tight tunnel. Little Emma with the big boobs was proving herself to be one talented dyke. She knew exactly when to touch me, exactly when to press harder and when to pull back, where to stroke and how to bring me tantalizingly close to orgasm before retreating. She was a careful lover, deliberate and economical with her touches. She was focused on one thing and one thing only—my pleasure. Perhaps that’s why Cindy had changed her mind, or maybe she’d planned this all along.
    As Emma continued to plumb both of my tender holes, I looked at Cindy, who grinned at us with delight. Maybe she’d planned it all along. She’s such a control freak about everything else—I’m sure it’s hard for her to leave her inner planner at the bedroom—or in this case, living room—door. But I wasn’t angry. How could I be when Emma was thrusting into me, using her short fingers to full advantage, fucking me with four of them in my pussy? I could barely move as her efforts wrung out every
drop of my resistance, along with plenty of my juices. When Emma added her thumb, tucking it in and nudging my slick opening, I cried out, tears filling my eyes. I had lost control completely, giving myself over to this girl whose body and talents I’d never really thought much about.
    When Emma had gotten her whole hand inside me, she paused, giving encouraging coos as she moved infinitesimally, letting my body come to its own conclusions. I felt myself contract, restrict, pulled as if by gravity to the center of my body, then released like a comet, exploding outward, high above us. We’d moved past the carefree, lighthearted stage of the evening into a space where none of us had control.
    When Emma finally extricated herself from me, I buried my head in the couch. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t embarrassed so much as stunned at how deep she’d taken me when we hadn’t even kissed, let alone really talked. Maybe we didn’t need to in order to go to those deep, dark, mysterious places. Or maybe we just needed someone like Cindy, bless her heart, to guide us.

NOW IT’S MY TURN
    Aine Ni Cheallaigh
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    H ere’s something you should know about my girlfriend: She’s obsessed with equality. She’s a Libra. The scales must always balance. It’s Sunday afternoon, and she’s going to her mother’s. Before she leaves, she makes it a point to remind me that it’s my turn.
    â€œPlease make sure you do all the dishes.”
    â€œYup.” I’m lying on the couch in an old stained T-shirt, watching TV.
    â€œAre you listening?”
    I tear my eyes from the screen and look at her attentively.
    â€œIt’s not fair,” she says. “I always do a very thorough cleaning job and I would like to see you do the same. For once.”
    Here’s the thing you should know about me: