Karen and I always believed we were ahead of the sexual curve.

Today the newest adult generation seems far less conformist about gender roles. They don’t care who fucks whom, so long as it’s consensual. Well hell, Karen and I were doing that long before it was cool.

Things started when we met in college. It was wildly exciting to be away from home, free of constraints. We became immediate friends, horny coeds irresistibly drawn to each other. We bonded over our identical desires to explore our newly unleashed sexuality.

Naturally, we began our experiments with one another.

I remember bringing her to my dorm room, leading her up onto my bed. We were both shivery with curiosity and desire.

“You ever do it with another girl before?” I asked.

Karen was wide-eyed. “No.” She was an unbelievably gorgeous young woman, who made my pussy hum uncontrollably.

“Me either,” I said. Then we kissed. It was no hesitant peck either, but a full-on, tongue-scouring, tonsil-probing kiss. When we came up for air, our faces were lit with pure lust. We tore the clothes off our bodies and flung ourselves naked beneath the covers. All night we fondled, fingered, licked and sucked until our bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Then we slept, woke up and fucked all over again.

But ours wasn’t a simple pedestrian tale of lesbian experimentation. Together, we dove into the wildest scenes we could find. We made friends with all the gay groups at school but didn’t pass up the hetero parties either.

Karen and I had plenty of physical fun along the way. We were insatiable. We regularly shared boyfriends and girlfriends. We hooked up with a guy who liked to dress up in woman’s lingerie when we fucked. (Goddamn, that dude was hot!) We knew an older woman off campus who liked Karen and me to spank her curvy ass, then screw her silly with a wide variety of sex toys. There were threeways and fourways and orgies. How we ever found time to study and actually pass our classes astounds me now. But we miraculously pulled it off.

Maybe our greatest coup was in our senior year when we went undercover at one of the frat houses. It was a notoriously boorish place, with the fraternity president always shit-talking all over campus. Karen and I snuck into one of their “guys only” parties by slicking down our hair, wearing baggy clothes and donning fake mustaches.

The place was dimly lit, and everyone was already drunk enough that we got away with it. We milled around among those meatheads, finally slipping upstairs to look for an empty bedroom. Peeking into one of the doorways, we got a big surprise. There was the frat president rolling around naked with one of his “bros,” the two guys sucking one another’s cocks. The sight fired us up so much that we rushed back to our place to fuck like wildcats, needing to be naked and loud.

I nuzzled with Karen afterward, our naked bodies sticky and sweaty. We kissed softly, murmuring love words at each other. The end of college life was swiftly approaching. I was glad we hadn’t wasted our time.

Now, somehow, that was all 20 years in the past. I had a career and all the grown-up trappings that went with it. Karen lived in another state, caught up in her own respectably adult life.

So when she phoned out of the blue one day, I was delighted. “Hey, strap-on sister!” she giggled. “I’m in town. You wanna go have some fun?”

Her words sent a thrill coursing through my body. My nipples stood suddenly erect and my pussy dampened. “Strap-on sisters” was what friends had called us at school. I hadn’t heard the nickname in years, but it transported me back to those crazy days in an instant.

“Yes,” I said, breathless. “Absolutely!”

A hundred memories crashed through my mind as I prepared to meet my oldest and dearest friend, feeling my anticipation grow with every passing second. I paused in front of my bedroom mirror. I had kept myself in great shape and still had the toned body I’d enjoyed sharing so often as a college-age girl. There were a few lines on my face now, but I didn’t mind that. I didn’t think they lessened my appeal in the least. For a 40-something, I figured I looked damn hot.

I wondered what Karen had meant by “fun.” Would we end up fooling around with each other, like the old days? Maybe she just wanted to catch up, but I hoped it would be more than that.

Still standing nude before the mirror, I put hands to my tits and started squeezing them. I tweaked my needy nipples and lowered a hand to my pussy to tease apart my moist cunt lips. Thinking about Karen, my excitement rose and rose. I jammed two fingers into myself and worked them hard. I came in under a minute, calling out her name. Dazed, I laughed at my flushed reflection. Maybe I should just take this thing a step at a time.

But I couldn’t rein in my passionate expectations as I went to meet Karen. She’d selected a cocktail lounge for our rendezvous, and when I entered my heart soared. Karen looked as lovely as ever. We embraced and kissed, but it was all rather polite and proper. We sat and talked, behaving like civilized adults. A great disappointment was building slowly in me, despite how good it was to see my old friend. Maybe boring conversation was Karen’s idea of fun these days.

But that thought went out the window when she reached across the table and took my hand. Leaning in, she grinned devilishly. “You haven’t become a square, have you? There’s an awesome gay sex club in this town that I read about online. For guys only. What say we dress up, strap on and go have a look for ourselves?”

I could have burst into joyous tears. Instead, I kissed her ferociously on the mouth, answering without words. But Karen understood me just fine. The strap-on sisters ride again, I thought as we headed off on our newest adventure.

Karen had a hotel room nearby. She had come to town prepared. She unpacked our elaborate disguises. I gleefully shed the dress I’d worn, eager to get into the boots, jeans and leather jackets. Karen, too, quickly stripped.

Then we halted, gazing at each other. I drank in the sight of her bare body, appreciating every curve, each toned limb. Her tits were still amazingly perky, her ass tight luscious spheres.

Unable to stop ourselves, we rushed into another embrace. This one had us grinding together, breasts mashing, mouths colliding and tongues tangling. I jammed my crotch against hers. I wanted to finger her, to taste her.

But she pulled back with her eyes glittering. “We can come back here later and fuck. But let’s let it build a while. To the sex club first!”

I gave in reluctantly, knowing she was right. I started to don the masculine outfit.

“Put this on. Wear it beneath your jeans.” Karen handed me a strap-on harness with a very realistic-looking cock. She fit one on as well, and we faced each other again, two beautiful women sporting rather convincing male organs. A weird thrill tingled through me.

The dildos gave us nice bulges when we were finally dressed. We styled our chin-length hair, trying to hide as much of our faces as possible. Once again there was fake facial hair and stage gum to hold it in place.

With our transformations completed, we surveyed one another. Karen grinned. “C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s go see how the other half lives.”

We went to the downtown club, which was a converted warehouse. I’d never heard of the place, which bothered me. In the old days I would have known every “alternative” establishment in a 30-mile radius. Had I really become such a square? Well, that night I could regain some of my reckless past.

I wasn’t sure we’d get past the door, but the man there took our cash without a blink and in we went. The interior was barely lit, and techno music pounded. But it clearly wasn’t a dance club. The place was like a maze, with winding corridors connecting to random spaces. Men moved about, ducking in and out of the alcoves, everyone clearly on the hunt.

The ambience seemed to pulse with enticing secrets and soon to be met desires. Sexual encounters were undoubtedly happening everywhere around us, we could hear the gasps and moans that made for an enticing, though indecent, soundtrack. We kept our heads down and skulked along, furtively eyeing our surroundings with barely contained excitement.

Karen led the way, and at one point, she turned a corner and stopped. I heard her draw a sharp breath. I looked over her shoulder eagerly into an open room where two half-naked men were lying on a mat. Each was jerking the other’s fiercely erect cock, while their mouths were glued together in a frantic kiss.

“She seized my dick at the base and brought her mouth to my cock.”

Apparently, it wasn’t bad manners to ogle from the doorway. Other males passing in the corridor paused for a look. One even whipped out his cock and started pumping himself as he watched. My pussy went slick at the sight.

We crept further along, following the random twists and turns. Back at the entrance there had been lockers where patrons could leave their clothes, and we saw guys walking around buck-ass naked. I tried not to goggle at their swaying cocks and gorgeous butts.

The atmosphere crackled with lust. I’d certainly been in the room when two guys were having sex with one another, but this was some other magnitude of experience. The heavy bass music continued to hammer. Men circulated, obeying the sexual whims of the moment and picking casual partners. The sense of sexual freedom was intoxicating.

We stopped at another room, where a man had his palms planted on the wall, pants around his ankles. Behind him stood his temporary lover, completely naked. The nude man was fucking the other’s ass. I watched wide-eyed as that veiny cock stroked in and out of the guy’s welcoming hole.

It was a beautiful sight. The top’s teeth were bared in a lewd grin, and his playmate was moaning with pleasure. I certainly knew how good a cock felt up my ass. Obviously, this man agreed. A kindred spirit.

The sexy scene gathered a small crowd, and muscular male bodies jostled me as they strove for a better vantage point. Some of the men jerked off to the sight. My eyes didn’t know where to look. With a start, I noticed Karen was rubbing her bulge through her jeans! I bit my lip before I could say anything that might give us away. None of the men around us was aware she was caressing a phony cock through the denim. She looked just like one of the guys.

After my shock faded, it turned me on to see Karen play with herself like that. I could almost imagine her as a male, with a hard, pulsing cock I could suck on. The idea set my mind and pussy ablaze. She always knew how to trip my switch.

I was about to reach down to rub my own dildo hard-on, but the two dudes finished with a final grunt and spatter. The onlookers broke up to look for the next hot hookup, and Karen and I also moved on to the next dirty display that caught our eye.

“I began thrusting my hips in an easy rhythm, letting my passion build.”

We entered a larger space at the end of a corridor. There multiple couples and trios were entangled. I could barely take it all in at once. It was a magnificently indecent scene. There was one skinny guy on his hands and knees getting fucked by two burly men: one plowing his ass, the other thrusting into his mouth. Other men were enjoying 69s and circle-jerking. It was a smorgasbord of male-on-male sex, and I was a ravenous voyeur.

The spectacle drew us in, and we wandered among all those sweaty, writhing bodies. The lighting was just as dim there, but the shadowy figures made the scene more tantalizing. Again, I wished that Karen and I had the sex organs appropriate to this venue.

Then again… we sort of did.

Karen turned to me. “I want to suck your cock!” she said, her voice a raw whisper.

I almost protested, but excitement overcame me. Desire made my head spin, and in a daze I found myself undoing my zipper. I pulled the realistic rubber cock out of my jeans, and Karen immediately dropped to her knees. She seized my dick at the base and brought her mouth to my cockhead.

Then something incredible happened. Some weird electrical/mental synapse jumped in my skull, and I swear I actually felt her lips and tongue on me, even though no part of her was touching my living flesh. A strange pleasure warmed me as Karen’s mouth slid down my cock. She swallowed inch after inch of me. A groan spilled past my lips, but I was careful to keep my voice in a lower register. I didn’t want to blow it. She sucked me down all the way, to the point where my knob must’ve been in her throat.

I looked down, seeing how my cock filled her face. Her phony facial hair flexed as she worked her mouth up and down. Spit shone on my shaft. It really did look real. And holy fuck, did it feel real.

Like in the rest of the club, men showed up to watch. Soon we had a small audience who kept a polite distance. Karen stayed on her knees, bobbing her head. I saw the bliss in her eyes and knew she was loving this, too. Guys had their cocks out, pleasuring themselves as they ogled us.

Instinctively, I thrust into her willing mouth, fucking her face. Each time I jammed my dick forward, I felt the base of the toy nudge my clit. I began thrusting my hips in an easy, steady rhythm, letting my passion build. 

Karen was so submissive, letting me pound away. She played it perfectly, keeping her lips parted and letting me use her to get off. I groaned when my orgasm hit, clutching her hair.

Breathless, I pulled away and Karen smiled at me with a lazy, sexy grin.

That was as far as we figured we should push our luck. We slipped out of the club and returned to her hotel.

Naturally, I kept the dildo strapped on and fucked her into delirium. And then she did the same for me.

How wonderful it was to see my strap-on sister again.

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