Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: None

Trigger/content warnings: sex toys, oral (fem), rimjob (fem), anal, double penetration, dirty talk, squirting, face sitting

This is for the DOUBLE PENETRATION square of thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo, was a request through my Instagram, and is my LAST entry for this Bingo challenge! I did it! Woohoo!

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Pandora's Tickle Trunk

They had been taking things slow.

No - more than slow.

They had been engaging in a relationship without really talking about it as a relationship, for fear that it would cause what was between them to turn to vapor and evanesce.

It was only about the third time that Olivia was staying overnight at Amanda's place, and she still considered the bedroom a mostly private place that she didn't know well. She tended to gaze politely around the room while Rollins stood at the dresser, tugging on an old t-shirt as pyjamas.

"What's that?" Liv stepped toward the closet, squinting up into the dim shadows of the closet shelf. By the time Amanda turned to see what she was referencing, Liv was lightly running her fingers over the detailed scrolls over the carved wood.

"That's my Tickle Trunk," Rollins grinned.

"Your … what?" Liv pulled her hand back, completely bewildered.

The blonde chuckled, pulling blankets down on the bed. "My Tickle Trunk. You know - where you keep all the sex toys and equipment you pick up over the years and relationships."

Olivia blushed mildly. "Um … yeah, I definitely don't have anything like that."

Amanda put her hands on her hips. "That's because the men you slept with were boring as shit," she stated matter-of-factly.

Liv bit her lip against a laugh. " I won't argue that."

"You wanna see it?"

"What?" Liv startled, blinking.

"The trunk." Amanda motioned back toward the closet shelf.

The brunette hesitated, suddenly unsure. She walked away, back toward the bed. "It's fine, I was just curious."

"Curious is good," Rollins grunted, already stretching to reach the trunk. "I promise I won't make you use anything in there that you don't want to." She wrestled the trunk down and turned to Liv with it in her hands. "Fair?"

"Fair enough," Liv agreed, rolling her eyes slightly.

Amanda passed the trunk off into her lover's hands, the weight of it held on Liv's knees. Not wanting to seem as though she was hovering, Amanda moved on to the bed, getting settled under the blankets. Olivia stared at the closed trunk for a few long moments, her heart beating fast as she tried to imagine what was inside.

She hadn't slept with other women before Amanda - and Amanda was right, her experiences with men had been very vanilla. Maybe it was too soon to be opening up something like this, that might insinuate that she wasn't meeting all of Amanda's needs. What if the contents were kinkier than she imagined?

What if she didn't even recognize what some of it was?

Swallowing hard, Liv pulled a Pandora and finally tipped open the lid. Her shoulders slumped almost immediately, as she realized that most of what was inside was individually stored in its own velvet pouch. Tentatively, she reached for the closest one. It didn't seem very heavy.

What tipped into her palm was a blue silicone cock ring with a bullet vibe running through what looked like a dolphin. It wasn't at all what Olivia had imagined, nor was it frightening. She tossed it back in the bag and moved on. The next pouch was a bit heavier, so Liv held it steady and reached inside.

What came out was a basic, slim hard vibrator, except with a soft silicone feel rather than hard plastic.

"Can't beat the classics," Amanda piped up from behind her on the bed.

The next item sent a flush crawling up Olivia's cheeks: it was a short string of silicone anal beads, in increasing sizes, with a pull ring at the end. The color was dark purple. She felt a rush of curious desire, imagining what it could be like to watch them disappear into Amanda's perfect behind.

Beneath the pouches, something caught Liv's eye. She pushed aside all the velvet and was rewarded with the ribbon-wrapped handle of what appeared to be some sort of feather tickler. As she wrinkled her nose at it, Rollins giggled.

"That one never got much use," she confessed.

Olivia checked to see if anything else was loose on the bottom, and found a small metal, teardrop-shaped butt plug with a red crystal on the base. Was it a pattern she was beginning to sense here? The largest of the velvet bags was very heavy, and took some minutes to detangle completely from its resting place.

A small gasp escaped Liv's lips when the treasure finally dangled into full view. It was a double dildo strap-on, with two thick, veiny purple silicone cocks. They hung at the height of her astonished gaze, each on its own metal o-ring, all held together by a simple black harness. She moved only when she heard the noise that Amanda made behind her.

She turned with a raised eyebrow, tipping her head toward what was in her hand. "I do believe you have an anal obsession, Dixieland."

"Listen," Amanda protested, "when it's good … it's good. Okay? But I don't push it on anyone."

Liv licked her lips and nodded in acknowledgement. At last, she wrestled the strap-on back into the pouch, then filled the little trunk back up and laid it atop the dresser. Quietly, she stripped down one piece at a time to just her panties and a camisole, then killed the lights and climbed in next to Amanda, her mind all abuzz.

The blonde pulled her into a loose embrace and kissed her temple. "So, anything that you want to confiscate, or write me up a warning for?" she teased softly.

"I just don't want you to think I'm boring," Liv admitted.

Rollins rolled her hips against the curve of Olivia's. "Have I given you the impression that I have been anything other than satisfied? Because God, I hope I'm not that rusty."

It won her a tiny giggle. "No. Not at all."

"Good then. Let's get some sleep." She kissed her warmly on the mouth and they settled into the shifting shadows of the moonlight.

.

.

The night outside the window was still dark when the absence of Olivia's weight from the bed caused Amanda to stir. Drowsily, she propped herself to her elbows and looked around the room. The trunk of toys was still on the dresser, but now it was open again. She opened her eyes further and turned the other way.

"Jesus!" she startled as her eyes focused on Liv's dark form. "Are you tryin' to gimme a heart attack, or is that part just coincidental?!"

The partly-shadowed brunette stood near the end of Amanda's side of the bed, still in her camisole and underwear. She didn't answer, just drew a hand from behind her back into the light that spilled through the window. Dangling from her hand was the double strap-on, the harness wrapped tightly through her clutching fingers.

"Put it on," Liv said quietly.

Rollins blinked, swallowing over a dry throat as her heart flooded with adrenaline. "I - we don't have to, you know. Are you sure?"

"Please."

The blonde threw off the covers and stood, pulling her baggy t-shirt off to the carpet. She took a step into the moonlight and reached for the harness, her skin tightening with goosebumps as she untangled it from Liv's fingers. Liv's dark eyes stayed on her intently as she stepped into the black fabric straps, settling them over her hips and snapping the closures.

Olivia nodded as if a second agreement had been made, then moved onto the bed, settling against the pillows at the head. The mattress shifted under the addition of Amanda's weight joining her, kneeling over her legs and leaning in to take Liv's mouth into a wet kiss. Fingers moved into Liv's brown waves of hair, tipping her head up and back for the full sweep of Rollins' tongue. The camisole was swiftly disposed of so that eager hands could palm the dusky nipples that Amanda salivated for.

Unable to hide her anticipation, Liv reached between them and curled a hand around one of the strap-on's shafts, pulling experimentally even as she moaned into her lover's mouth in response to the fingers at her breasts. Amanda growled in her throat in acknowledgement of the sharp rake of desire that filled her pelvis at Olivia's hungry curiousity.

"I want to stroke it," Liv murmured breathlessly, stalled due to the firm rubber being dry.

Amanda leaned to the bedside table and wrestled out lube, handing it to the brunette without hesitation. Her ice blue eyes were riveted on the act as Liv dripped lube down the top cock, then took it in hand again and began long, tight-fisted strokes to wet its full length.

"Jesus," Amanda breathed, watching the slicked head pop in and out of the circle of Liv's grip on each tug. The thought of filling Olivia so fully had her pussy flooded to the brink.

When she couldn't take the torture anymore, she pushed Liv's hands from her waist and grabbed her hard by the hips, pulling off the scrap of panties left between them. Rollins pushed Liv's thighs open and back, dropping between them avidly as the brunette held her legs up behind the knees.

"Gotta make sure you're ready," she murmured seriously, her brows knit with concentration. "You won't enjoy it if it hurts."

Olivia's heart swelled at the genuine concern in the tiny blonde's husky voice. Then Amanda's tongue split the salt-slick and swollen valley in front of her and Liv knew only sounds without words. Her mouth immediately sought out the proud mount of clit that pulsed for attention, sucking easily.

Olivia whimpered, allowing herself to wallow in the intensity of the sensations. Wet on wet, the pressure of rubbing tongue, the constant heartbeat in the kernel of nerves. When the mix of saliva and wet was fully dripping, down her cleft and over both her openings, Amanda drew up two fingers and pushed them both completely in, like a key in an oiled lock.

"Oh! God!" Liv gasped. "Yes yes oh please!"

Ego was the only reason to beg, as nothing would possibly keep Amanda from the task as it were. She sustained the easy, slow sucks and diverted her fervor into the firm, deep thrusts of her fingers. She already intended on more than one orgasm before moving on, so she wouldn't be hurried.

Amanda took immense pleasure in building the orgasm slowly but evenly, waiting patiently for the tremble that started up in Olivia's thighs, for the string of sounds and swears that she whimpered to blend into a muddled litany of grunting desperation.

"I'mgonnacuminyourfuckingmouth!" Liv blurted through clamped teeth, then delivered, quaking and panting beneath the Southern blonde's relentless mouth.

Amanda's cheeks burned with heat and satisfaction as she withdrew her fingers from the clamp of Olivia's cunt, to find them coated in streaks of come from deep inside. She raised her pelvis slightly and added it to the slicked cock below with a wiped of her hand. Then, hardly stuttering a breath, she lapped her tongue back into the flood to soothe the throbbing.

Pressing her hands to Liv's ankles, she gave the brunette a rest and pinned her legs for her as her tongue prodded lower and lower. It swiped over the last boundary between entrances, then pushed tentatively against where nobody - man or woman - had gone before.

Wide-eyed, Liv jerked forward on a gasp. "Oh. Mmm," she nodded, slowly.

"Yeah?" Amanda grinned, "Again?"

"Again."

The noise that came out of her own throat made Olivia blush with embarrassment as the tip of the blonde's tongue pushed insistently back against the tight muscle. Her pussy grew newly wet as she felt her body relaxing into the invasion, letting the tongue move minisculely forward. Had she ever been this wet?

Suddenly, the tongue was gone altogether, quickly replaced by the soft warm tip of Amanda's forefinger tip. Gentle strokes over the fluttering muscle rubbed in the copious lubrication before just the first joint of finger creeped inside.

Liv's impatient curiosity returned in full force, straining against Rollins' hold, desperate to bear down on the invasion and feel full. "Easyy," the blonde chuckled, "pace yourself, beautiful."

"'Manda … please, I want to - "

"And you will," Amanda reassured, kissing a clammy thigh. On the next push forward, she sank to the second knuckle. She shuddered with the effort to hold herself in check. "Fuck. So hot and tight."

Then the full finger was sliding easily, all the way in and back out. Amanda could hardly blink she was so entranced watching. "Reach down and touch your clit, Babe," she whispered. Liv obeyed right away, a slender middle finger curving around her swollen bud and stroking wetly. Pleased, Amanda nodded moved her finger a little faster.

Each time that Olivia clenched and redoubled her efforts, Amanda began nudging the tip of her middle finger next to the first. A few downward thrusts of her pelvis later, and the dark beauty let out a shriek as the second finger fucked halfway in as well.

"Perfect - you're perfect," Rollins panted, then began to race toward the finish line. The two fingers sank to the hilt, then drew back and fucked fully.

"Ah! Ah! Holy - oh, fuck!" Liv cried, "Don't stop!"

The blonde balked at the thought, fucking her ass hard as she watched the noisy flicking of Liv's finger over her plump, overwrought clit. The wet never stopped, dribbling both clear and creamy, everything sticky.

"What is … I don't," Liv panted, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Amanda, what's happening?"

"When I get this cock inside you, you're going to squirt," Amanda told her, her eyes dark with wild excitement.

Just the words drove Olivia through to her second orgasm, twitching like a bug in death throes as her eyes screwed shut. Her legs dropped back to the bed, cramped and heavy as Amanda moved back up over her, kissing her flushed breasts, neck, then her mouth.

She held the well-fucked brunette for a while, soothing her with slow belly strokes. "I'm so proud of you," she told her tenderly.

Eventually, Liv began nudging her back into action. Amanda couldn't help but giggle. "You're an animal," she teased into her ear as she reached for the lube again and shifted lower. She made a slight production out of slicking the cocks with lube, her gaze alternating from Liv's face to her open thighs, turning the torture on herself.

Then both cocks were lined up where they were intended, and Rollins popped the thick head of the top one into Olivia's soaked pussy, knowing it would take less weight. Both women unconsciously held their breaths, watching as best they could while the blonde gripped the bottom cock and leaned into the tight, wet pucker of Liv's ass.

The initial shock of the second length moving into her drove the breath from her chest, but not in pain. Liv made a concerted effort not to tear Amanda's sheets to shreds as she waited for both dildos to bottom out in her. When they did, Amanda's face appeared not far from hers.

"You okay? Is it okay?"

Enthusiastically, Olivia nodded, focusing on the feeling of being tight, full, used. The pushing pressure at the thin skin between pussy and ass where the two phalli fought for dominance was intoxicating. Watching Liv's face closely, Rollins began to rock her hips.

Slowly but steadily the two cocks pulled into tandem, maximizing the fullness until Liv gave up on the sheets and tore into Amanda's shoulders instead. The burn of gripping fingernails got her groaning and clenching her ass muscles into the forward thrusts. Her g-spot was being nudged on both the slide in and the pull out, and Liv could feel that squirting orgasm Amanda had predicted building up again.

She wanted to encourage her with the filthiest praise, but words for the brunette had evaporated. So Amanda took up the plight as best she could.

"Look at you, so greedy," she sighed. "You feel amazing. So swollen from coming, taking my cocks so well."

"Ungh," Liv whimpered.

Rollins fought to get her thumb onto her lover's oversensitive clit. "You're going to squirt all over this dick, aren't you? I want that so bad. Squirt on my cock, Liv, while I'm stuffed inside you."

Her nerve endings were on fire, inside and out, and Olivia faintly acknowledged that she was going to either come like a train, or die, as all of the sensations coalesced. Her body forcefully pushed Amanda out of her on the next pull out as a gushing g-spot orgasm splashed over the strap-on, her pussy, thighs, and Amanda's pelvis and sheets.

Time stretched out then, until both women were breathing and once again moving easily. Liv licked her lips and called Amanda's name.

"Mmm?"

"Come here - show me how wet you are."

The blonde un-snapped the harness with tired fingers and then dropped to her knees above Olivia's supine head, spreading herself obediently open with two hands. Humming appreciatively, Liv lapped dewy juices from Rollins' inner thighs before sinking her tongue all the way into her dripping core. She didn't hesitate to soak her face as she took her fill, finally pulling the full pink clit between nipping teeth and replacing her tongue with two long fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ …" Amanda drawled, shivering at the thick sound of being fucked. She white-knuckled the headboard as she ground herself through her own orgasm, hips circling helplessly until she stilled, then flopped to her back with the last ounce of strength she had.

A long time after, when Liv rolled against her and threw an arm across her, Amanda said hoarsely, "I - I don't know what to say."

"Seemed to me like you knew exactly what to say," Olivia smiled sleepily. "And do."

"I just - "

Liv pressed a finger to the blonde's lips. "It's okay. I think we'll get rid of the cock ring. Maybe we could swap out for a pair of our handcuffs."

"Yes ma'am," Amanda replied, her eyes drooping closed, "you're the boss."

Olivia didn't need to know that there was more than just hope left in this Pandora's Tickle Trunk, to know that statement to be true.

END