No Panties and No Rules. Part 2.

1.

The day at Kazantip was especially scorching. The girls had been swimming, diving, and fooling around in the water from morning until exhaustion, then they went into a small beachside cafe — ate a portion of shashlik, fresh vegetables, and drank cold beer. Heated by the sun, alcohol, and memories of their mischief a couple of days ago, they climbed the creaky wooden stairs to their rented room on the second floor of an old house.

Katya

entered first, immediately fell onto the bed, spreading her arms. She was wearing a light white tank top, already sticking to her body from sweat, and short denim shorts that hugged her hips.

— God, it's like a sauna in here too… I'd melt right now.

Liza entered after her, closed the door, turned the bolt. She was wearing a thin spaghetti-strap top and cropped, lightweight fabric leggings — gray, with small slits on the sides. Her long blonde hair was gathered in a messy ponytail, but several strands were stuck to her neck and chest.

— Then let's get undressed before we boil, — Liza smiled and already pulled the top over her head. There was nothing underneath — her small breasts were immediately free, her nipples already hard from the anticipation of coolness and not only that. She threw the top onto a chair, then sat on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled off the leggings, which she had worn on her bare body, lifting her hips. The 'crown' on her pubic area flashed for a moment as the fabric slid down.

Katya looked at her, bit her lip.

— Did you do that slowly on purpose?

— And you're already blushing, — Liza replied, smirking. — Take everything off, don't be shy. We're alone.

Katya sat up, pulled off her tank top — her small breasts were also immediately on display. Then she unbuttoned her shorts, lifted her butt, and slid them down along with her panties. The smooth, completely shaved skin between her legs immediately glistened with sweat. She threw her clothes on the floor and leaned back onto the pillow.

Liza slowly stood up, walked over to the suitcase in the corner of the room. Opened it, rummaged for a couple of seconds, then turned around with a mysterious smile. In her hands was a bright red double-headed dildo, flexible, shiny, quite large. She held it by the middle, like a trophy.

— Remember, I said I'd bring something interesting from home?

Katya first looked incredulous, then burst into laughter — bright, surprised.

— Are you serious?! You dragged that… with you?!

— Did you think I was joking when I said I wanted to try everything? — Liza came closer, swayed the toy in her hand. — It's soft but firm. Perfect for two.

Katya laughed for another second, but the laughter quickly turned into a blush — from her ears to her chest. She bit her lower lip, looked at the dildo, then at Liza.

— You're… crazy. But… I wanted this.

Liza threw the toy onto the bed next to Katya, came close. Stood between her knees, leaned down. Their faces were very close.

— Then let's start without it for now. Just us for now.

The first kiss was light, teasing. Liza kissed the corner of Katya's lips, then her lower lip, biting it slightly. Katya responded immediately, greedily — opened her mouth, her tongue met Liza's. Liza's hands rested on Katya's hips, slowly moved up her sides to her breasts. Her fingers squeezed the small nipples, twisted them, until Katya began to moan softly.

Katya didn't stay in debt — her palms slid along Liza's back, down to her butt, squeezed, pulled her closer. Then one hand went higher, buried in the long hair, pulled the ponytail, making Liza tilt her head back slightly. Katya kissed her neck, collarbone, went lower — to her breast.

Liza moaned softly when Katya's lips enveloped her nipple.

— Yes… like that…

They stood at the edge of the bed, bodies pressed together, their hands roaming everywhere. Sweat trickled down their backs, skin slid. Liza lowered one hand between Katya's legs — her fingers immediately found the smooth slit, already wet not just from the heat.

— You were already ready, — Liza whispered.

— Because of you, — Katya replied, breathlessly. — And because of that red thing of yours…

They laughed quietly, intermittently, not breaking away from each other. The kisses became deeper, the hands — bolder. The double-headed dildo lay nearby on the sheet, awaiting its turn.

The heat in the room no longer bothered them — it only intensified everything happening between them.

2.

The kisses at the edge of the bed became so deep that the girls could barely breathe. Liza gently but firmly pulled away, looked Katya in the eyes and whispered:

— Lie on your back. I want to taste you for real.

Katya obediently lay down on the crumpled sheet, spread her legs. The smooth skin between her thighs glistened with sweat and arousal. Liza knelt at the edge of the bed, ran her palms along the inside of Katya's thighs, spread them wider.

— You're so smooth… not a single hair, — Liza whispered, breaking away for a second. — I like it.

— Yes… just for you, — Katya exhaled, burying her fingers in Liza's long hair.

Liza continued: her tongue circled around the clitoris, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes pressing harder. Simultaneously, two fingers slid inside — easily, Katya was already very wet. Liza began to move them in rhythm with her tongue: in-deeper, out, then circular motions inside, pressing against the front wall.

Katya moaned louder and louder, her thighs trembled.

— Liza… please… more…

— As much as you want, — Liza replied muffledly, because her lips were again enveloping the clitoris.

She accelerated the pace: her tongue fluttered quickly over the clitoris, her fingers went deep and fast. Katya gripped the sheet, arched her back, her breathing became ragged, her body tensed to the limit — but Liza suddenly slowed down, pulled away a little, not letting her cross the edge.

— Not yet, — she whispered with a smile. — I want the pleasure to last.

Katya moaned with frustration and desire, pulled Liza up. They kissed — deeply, greedily. Katya tasted herself on Liza's lips and tongue, and that turned her on even more.

— Now me, — Katya whispered hoarsely. She turned Liza onto her back, spread her legs. The 'crown' on Liza's pubic area was alluring, arousing. Katya leaned down, first kissed each of the three thin stripes, as if worshipping, then went lower.

The first touch of her tongue was cautious — Katya tasted Liza, salty and slightly musky. Liza moaned, buried her fingers in Katya's short dark hair.

— Yes… like that… don't be afraid, deeper…

Katya quickly got into it: her tongue became bolder, circular motions around the clitoris, then long strokes from bottom to top. She inserted two fingers, began to move them the way Liza had done to her. Liza arched, moaned louder than usual — the heat and arousal made every sensation sharper.

Katya didn't stop there. She pulled away for a second, reached for the nightstand where a ripe banana from their morning breakfast lay. Without peeling it, she ran the cool peel along the inside of Liza's thigh, then over the 'crown', then lower — over the wet slit.

Liza opened her eyes, saw the banana and laughed intermittently:

— You're serious… oh…

Katya slowly inserted the banana, unpeeled, blunt end first, carefully but purposefully. Liza gasped, stretched sweetly. The banana was cool, firm, with a slight texture from the peel — the sensations were completely new.

Katya began to move it slowly, then faster, simultaneously leaned down and took the clitoris into her mouth again. Liza moaned now without control, her hips moving to meet her.

— Katya… yes… just like that… more…

— Not so fast, — she whispered with a sly smile, — such interesting fantasies…

Liza moaned in protest, pulled Katya to her. They kissed again — passionately, desperately, both on the edge, but not yet over it.

Katya slowly pulled out the banana, set it aside, lay on top of Liza. Their bodies slid against each other, wet with sweat and desire.

— You're killing me, — Liza exhaled.

— This is just the warm-up, — Katya replied, kissing her neck. — we have a lot of interesting things ahead.

The double-headed dildo lay nearby on the sheet — bright, alluring, promising a continuation that would drive them to madness.

3.

Katya was still lying on top of Liza, their bodies slippery with sweat, breathing heavy, ragged. The banana was set aside, but the arousal hadn't gone anywhere — it hung in the stuffy room like a thick cloud.

Liza moved first. She gently pushed Katya away, turned onto her stomach, then got on all fours, turned her butt towards her friend. Her long blonde hair fell onto her back, the 'crown' on her pubic area flashed as she arched her lower back.

— Continue with the banana, — Liza whispered, looking over her shoulder. Her voice was hoarse, her eyes shone. — I want to feel it more.

Katya knelt behind her, took the banana — it was already warm from previous use. She ran the peel over Liza's buttocks, spread them with her palms, then slowly inserted the banana into the wet slit from behind. Liza gasped, lowered her head onto the pillow, arched more.

— Yes… just like that… deeper, — Liza moaned, moving her hips back to meet each thrust. — Katya… you… oh…

Katya sped up the pace, leaned closer, kissed Liza between the shoulder blades, then bit the skin on her shoulder. Liza moaned louder, her fingers gripped the sheet, but Katya slowed down again at the last moment with a sly smile.

— Ah… amazing…, — Liza simply moaned, and Katya only smiled and slowly pulled out the banana.

— Now it's your turn to satisfy me, — she said, set the banana aside and reached for the red double-headed dildo.

Liza turned, took the toy, lubricated it with saliva on both ends — there was no time to look for lube. She nodded to Katya:

— Stand up and brace against the wall.

Katya obediently got on all fours, then rose to her feet on the bed, slightly bending her knees, and braced her hands against the wall above the headboard. Her butt was at the level of Liza's hips. The smooth skin glistened, her vulva was already slightly open and ready.

Liza knelt behind her, wrapped one arm around Katya's waist, with the other inserted one end of the dildo into her — slowly, carefully. When it was fully inside, she pressed closer and, holding the other end in her hand, began to fuck Katya.

The girl gasped, moaned voluptuously. The dildo was flexible but firm — she felt it immediately.

Katya moaned into the wall, lowering her head, her short hair stuck to her forehead.

— Liza… yes… just like that… don't stop…

Liza didn't stop. The movements were even, long, methodical — as if she wanted to stretch the pleasure for hours. Each thrust was transmitted through the dildo to her friend: when Liza went deeper into Katya, the other end she squeezed, like a male member.

— Can you feel how hard I'm trying? — Liza whispered, leaning closer, playing with Katya's vulva.

— Yes… more… deeper… please…

Liza sped up a little, the dildo slid easily, the room filled with wet sounds and heavy breathing.

Katya trembled, her legs were buckling, but she held onto the wall. Liza, somehow standing up, pressed her chest against Katya's back, one hand continuing to caress her clitoris, the other fucking her with the dildo.

— A little more… feel it…, — Liza whispered. — I want you to remember every second.

They continued like that for a long time — minutes felt like eternity. Their bodies stuck together from sweat, the dildo glistened, but orgasm was still ahead, postponed, promised, alluring.

Katya turned her head as much as she could:

— Liza… I can't take it anymore… please…

Liza kissed her shoulder:

— Soon, baby. Very soon.

4.

Liza's movements from behind were so methodical and long that Katya was already trembling all over, but Liza stopped. She slowly pulled the dildo out of Katya, set it on the sheet. Both were breathing heavily, skin glistening with sweat.

They sat on the bed, Liza smiled predatorily:

— Now for real. Together.

She took the red double-headed thing, brought one end to Katya's lips. Katya understood immediately — enveloped it with her lips, sucked slowly, looking Liza in the eyes, coating the shiny surface with saliva. Liza did the same with the other end: her tongue slid over the silicone, her lips drew it deeper, until the dildo was completely wet on both sides.

— Enough, — Liza exhaled. — Otherwise I'll come right now just from the sight.

They sat on the bed back-to-back, spreading their legs wide. Liza was the first to insert her end into herself — slowly, with a quiet moan. Katya followed suit: the other end slid easily into her smooth, already ready slit, all the way in.

Both froze for a second, feeling how the dildo connected them inside. Then they began to move — first cautiously, back and forth, their butts pushing against each other. Each of Katya's thrusts was transmitted to Liza, and vice versa. The sound was wet, rhythmic, the room filled with their moans.

— Can you feel me? — Liza whispered over her shoulder.

— Yes… deep… so deep…

They moved faster, their butts slapped against each other, but that wasn't enough. Liza was the first to suggest:

— Let's turn around. I want to see your face.

They carefully rearranged themselves without removing the dildo: now the girls sat face to face, legs intertwined, knees bent. Katya lay on her back, Liza sat with her legs spread wide, keeping the dildo still inside both of them.

Liza took control. She leaned on her elbows, began to wiggle her butt back and forth — hard, rhythmically. Each of her forward thrusts drove the dildo deeper into Katya