Reluctant Lesbian and Anal sex - Chapter Two

Part 4

"I'm not going to jump on you," she said finally, with her calm smile; I laughed nervously. "Look, do you want to go?" she asked, in a way indicating she would understand, wouldn't be offended. "No, No," I insisted, "I just wanted to know." The silence grew out again, my hand fidgeted in my lap.

"Wow, you look stressed out!" she exclaimed with a laugh. I smiled nervously up at her. "Since you're staying, would you like something a bit stronger than tea to calm you down? Bacardi, Martini...?" I was aware we were heading into dangerous territory here, but ambivalence urged me on. "Yes, please!" I said. She smiled at me and made me a Martini and lemonade - I accepted it and gulped half of it down. "Who is your friend in the photograph?" I asked.

"That's Melanie - I guess you'd have to call her my 'Lover'. We've being going steady for three years, now. We don't live together, though."

"Oh." I said. Angela eased herself beside me, at the opposite end of the three-seat sofa. She had been sitting in the Armchair across from me. "Can I ask _you_ a question, now you've satisfied your curiosity," she said, looking mischievous. I said OK, and took another gulp of Martini.

"How did you and your friend get together that time when you were fourteen?" She certainly hadn't forgotten anything about our interview! She must fancy me, and that's why she invited me over here, she wants to... she wants to fuck me, I thought, and my eyes glanced over her breasts. She noticed my attention, and now her eyes were bright.

"Her name was Claire - she was a year older than me, much more confident than I was. She - she made me do things." She had mastered me; I had been her slave. She had teased me with her too-perfect blonde body until I begged to lick her perfect little sixteen-year-old cunt for her, tears in my eyes. She never cared for me, and finished with me in two weeks, before moving on to greater victories; I was like some kind of warm up for her. The last I heard of her, she was high up in a famous woman's magazine in London.

"She made you just masturbate her? Did she make you do anything else?"

Angela had edged closer on the sofa. I felt familiar warmth between my legs; I shivered. I couldn't look Angela in the eyes, somehow, "She made me, you know, do cunnilingus on her," I stammered out. I glanced in her eyes, she was beside me now. She looked magnificent, strong and confident, with me the object of her attention, her prey; it was almost too much to smell her warm perfume. Her breasts jutted up at me, crowded me. My nipples ached against my bra cup, my insides began to melt. "Did you... enjoy it? Enjoy what she made you do? Did you like being made to lick her cunt?" I stammered out some nonsense as I felt her cool hand cup the back of my neck. "You like to be made to do things, don't you?" I glanced about like a frightened rabbit, but her gaze transfixed me, and I stared into her green eyes as she leant closer and brushed my parted lips with hers. "Poor Darling," she breathed, and stroked my hair. "You want to lick my cunt, don't you? Do I make you wet?" I couldn't have replied even if I knew what to say. I felt so turned on by her attentions, by not knowing what she would do to me, by her being in control, I was half out of my mind with desire.

Her hand at the back of my neck gathered my hair and pulled down on it hard enough to make me turn my face up. "Put your tongue out," she commanded, keeping up the tension on my hair. I gazed at her, and peeped the tip out; it felt so secret between us, we both imagined it buried in her cunt. She laughed, and bent to kiss it, sucking hard on it. "Lick my cunt, lick it." Her warm breath spoke into my mouth, as I gasped back into hers. She released my hair, her hands were on my breasts now; she jerked the T shirt out of my jeans, reached inside and unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilt forward, to her hands, at first with my nipples burning into her palms, and then intense sensations swept me as she twisted my nipples roughly between her thumb and forefinger

Abruptly she let me go, and held out her hands to help me up from the sofa. I was in a state, my bra half-on, and half off, my T shirt rumpled. She led me by the hand into her bedroom, and sat me on her double bed. The sheets were cool under me. "I... I..." I stuttered, but Angela was unzipping her nurse's uniform. She unhooked her bra, kicked off her shoes and her small breasts bobbed free. She quickly slid her skirt down, then her panties, revealing her carefully tended mound. It was cut very short, and shaved at the sides. She was evidently a natural blonde.

She stood in front of me, her hands in my hair again, pushing my face into her warm pubes. "Lick my cunt, Wendy, put your tongue in. I'm wet for you. Lick me!" She parted her thighs, and ground my willing face into her moist slit. The dark, heady perfume of her juices filled my lungs, intoxicated me. She hunched forward, and I craned my head forward, and then squeezed my tongue between her cunt lips, tasting her heat and moisture. How sweet her moisture was!

With one hand she pressed my face into her mound, the other was busy at her nipples, pulling them out and letting them snap back painfully. "Oh, you tongue me, you slut," she hissed, "you tongue-fuck my cunt." She rocked her thighs into my face. My tongue pressed into her moist creases, tasting her sweet fresh juices.

Suddenly she pulled back, and tugged at my T shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I held out my arms meekly, staring at her breasts with their stiff nipple-turrets, and she pulled it off, my breasts jiggling and my nipples taut. As she leaned over me to undo my jeans, I craned up and caught a nipple between my lips briefly, then lay back as she took off my jeans and jerked my panties down. She pushed me roughly over on my tummy, grabbed my hair with one hand, and pulled it tight enough to hurt a little. "Slut!" she said loudly, and her open hand came down hard on my bottom with a loud smack. It stung and I cried out, muffled by the bedcovers. "You want to tongue me, Slut! Say it!" She smacked me again, harder. "Say it to me!" The burning in my bottom joined with the warmth in my tingling slit.

"I..." She pulled back harder on my hair, bringing my head off the bedcovers, smacked me again. Tendrils of pleasure-pain felt around by body. "I want to tongue your cunt," I whispered. And I did. I adored her strength, the way she dominated me. I wanted to worship between her legs. I felt her thumb force its way between my exposed bottom-cheeks, and press in and out against my anus. I was hot, hot. I wanted to be taken.

She roughly turned me over again, on my back, and straddled herself on top of me. She moved up until her breasts weer above my face. "Suck my titties, Slave-Slut," she commanded from above me. I reached up and caressed them, then craned up and captured each nipple in turn, sucking the nipples hard, how I like it. "Ooooh feels good!" Angela gasped. After a moment one of her hands reached down to roll and tweak my left nipple painfully hard. I raised a knee and ground it into her behind, above me. It felt hot and sticky. We continued this way for minute, and then she raised herself, and bought her sweet cunt over my face. We stared into each other's eyes with lust and love. "Tongue me, Slut?" she teased, her perfect blonde quim inches above my hungry lips. "Yes, yes," I husked. Finally, she pressed her open thighs down on my mouth. Her hot, sticky moistness enveloped me, and I was glad. I opened my mouth so my top lip worked on her clitoris as I moved my head, while my tongue pressed into her as far as it could go.

She rocked on her knees above me, her hands reaching back to squeeze my breasts and brush my nipples. My own cunt ached for her, now. After a time her movements became spasmodic on me, and she deserted my breasts. I looked up to see her hands clamped on her own, her eyes closed, mouth parted. My tongue tasted sweeter juices deep inside her. She was close. I nibbled on her clitoris, my hands wanton on her bottom-cheeks, molding them, pressing her into my face. I wormed a finger between them, as she had done to me, and pressed at her anus. She gasped, above me, and her thighs jerked frantically on my face. I moved to remove my finger, but a quick hand darted down and pushed it back into place. Her anus relaxed rhythmically on my finger, but I kept up a gentle probing pressure with my fingertip.

After a few moments, she collapsed on top of me, panting. Her nipples burnt into my breasts, and mine into hers. Her mouth sought mine, and our tongues entwined. I knew she could taste her own juices from me. Her leg slipped between mine and at last her thigh squashed my pulpy slit, to my pleasure. Her caressing hand trailed down my body, reached between my thighs. She ran her forefinger smoothly up and down my oily channel, slipping over my raised clitoris and lightly into my vagina. "Oooh, like that, Slut?" she breathed. I ached to feel her within me. "Fuck me, make me come!" I gasped. Her smooth finger slicked up and down. She leaned down and covered my mouth with hers. My thighs parted wider and I quivered. Her hand twisted - now her thumb stroked horizontally across my clitoris, and her slick, oily finger wormed confidently into my bottom. I bucked as she pressed her finger tip into my anus, but her weight held me down, and her tongue licked mine soothingly. Her experienced finger slipped in, lubricated by my juices - it's itchy-burning in me connected with her thumb toying with my clitoris and I caught fire in my bottom and in my cunt. My hips jerked, my breath rushed in and out - her finger slid in my anus all the way to its knuckle. My back arched, and I came, came in my cunt and in my bottom, like never before - my whole body was alight, my tensed muscles sang.

Sensing I was coming, Angela slid down my body, and replaced her thumb with her tongue. She splurged her hot tongue into my wet slit, and shifted her head up and down so the whole surface of her broad, muscular tongue pressed up and down the inside of my cunt-lips. Her finger in my bottom vibrated, tickling deep in my anal canal. I came again, and again.

Eventually she slipped her finger out of my bottom, and moved up the bed to me. As I lay there panting, she embraced me, kissed me tenderly and stroked my hair. We lay there, our legs entangled, each feeling the other's smooth thigh against their soaked cunt. I felt that she owned me, and I was proud.

Part 5

By the time I got back home that evening John was fast asleep in bed. I had cuddled up with Angela for a while after our experience, and she had reassured me about what we had done. I was tired, but my mind was in turmoil. I sneaked into bed and dozed off, my mind blurred.

I woke to feel a stiff cock pressed up between my bottom cheeks, its hot head butting against my spine. In my dreamy half-asleep state, last night merged with now and I thought it was somehow Angela's prick, by some miracle. John's familiar hairy legs put me right; I said nothing. I lay on my side, with my legs drawn up slightly, John behind me. I ground my bottom against him, feeling the dimensions of his cock as I moved against it, caught in my bottom-groove. I felt an itch in my bottom from last night with Angela. I reached out, swiveling on my bum so it pressed harder against him, and took the bottle of hand cream from the bedside table. John's big hands caressed my breasts as I relaxed back on the bed. I spurted a gob of hand cream out on to my hand, and reached around to take hold of his cock. Still with my back to him, I spread the hand-cream over his dick and ran my hand tightly up and down it, giving him a smooth, slow hand-job. His breathing became ragged as I worked. After a few moments I said, "Give me your hand." He held out his hand, and I pressed the hand cream out on it. "Put your finger in my bottom," I said. He hesitated, but I resumed my slow up-and-down motion on his stiff cock and his hand reached down between my cheeks.

First he ran the side of his hand up and down between by bottom-cheeks, spreading the hand cream in the groove, teasing my cunt at the end of every stroke. When it was all slick, his forefinger pressed against my anus, at first softly, then harder. He wiggled his finger, and entered about half-an-inch. I shifted my bottom towards his hand, and continued to jerk him off slowly. He took the hint and pressed in more. Once he was partially in, his whole finger slipped up there. I had to let go of his cock - my other hand was busy flicking and pressing at my clitoris, and I needed to squeeze my nipples real bad. "I need your cock." I said to him. "In there?" he asked, wiggling his finger in my bottom. "I want to be buggered" - the word spilled out, how dirty it sounded! - buggered in my arse hole by his thick stiff pole. I let out a small noise, my nipples tingled. I wanted taking, the taking of me. He gently slipped his finger out, and reached over for more hand cream.

He pushed at my thigh to indicate I should take the doggy position, but it was not right; instead I turned on my back and stuffed a pillow under my back. I raised my legs in the air and gathered them in an arm. My cunt and bottom-hole were presented to him. "No - like this -" I said" - I want to see."

He knelt in front of me, and presented his purple-headed tool against my tiny button-hole. He squeezed hand cream on it. "Stop me if I hurt you," he said, looking at me. I stared up at him, a magnificent sight, with that thick pole about to bugger me. "Put it in me!" I groaned. Heat and itchy burning in my bottom was driving me wild. He pushed the blunt weapon at my anus, it felt good, huge, about to enter, but it wouldn't go in. He reached down and wiped the thick head up and down, up and down in my wet cunt - oh, so nice, but I needed it - I needed - in my little hole, tickling there - Angela had...

He slipped his dick down between my cunt lips until he was at my anus again, and pressed once more. I concentrated on what Angela has done last night, in my mind, and wiggled my bottom slightly as he pushed, and it began to enter. He eased it slowly in, until an inch or so was inside. I was stretched; it hurt a little. He paused. I used my muscles down there to squeeze his hard thing. "I want all your cock in me," I said. Our eyes locked. I rested my upright legs against his shoulders and gripped his arms with my hands. I stared into his eyes. "Bugger me, John, all of your cock, oh you, big, big..." As I gazed up at him, clutching his arms, he pressed forward slowly but surely, until half his cock disappeared within my bottom. I moaned out, impaled. One of my hands left his arm and fingered my cunt urgently - I was coming, coming on his stiff fuck. "Fuck me!" I husked. The walls of my rectum must have been giving his cock a powerful massage - I could feel his shifting length in me, taking me. He drew it back, pressed it forward, further this time. Again and again he drew it out and pressed it in. A pulsing pleasure started in my rectum in time with his thrusts. It grew - grew - I gripped his arm, it must have hurt him. Its fire suddenly spread over my whole bottom and tummy - I came like never before, his cock in my bottom thrusting. My jerking and inner spasms were too much for him, his stroke grew slower and stiffer, and through my pleasure I saw his face wild, sweat on his brow, as he thrust his cock in all the way. He was muttering, but I heard him, woozy though I was with pleasure, "Take that cock - up your ass baby, suck up my cock" His cock slammed in, his thighs hard against mine, soft; this his last, a pause with a hoarse sniffle and I could feel it pulse powerfully as he spurted, and the hot, wet slap of his come coating my insides. His tense body crouched panting over me as he came, his body covering me. His hands reached to my shoulders and his weight pressed down on me, holding me trapped to him, an insolence of power to keep me for his come, to make me, but I wanted to. As I looked up at his body, my fingers worked at my clitoris and pressed painfully at my nipples, tweaking them hard until they slipped out from thumb and forefinger on the slippery hand-cream - I took more pleasure from him.

Finally I was finished; the pleasure drained, his softening tool was uncomfortable in my stretched anal canal. I eased forward, away from him, and felt it slip back, and finally flop out with a warm wet drip of his cum on my thigh. His big hands reached around and cupped my breasts. His juice leaked slowly from my still-stretched bottom, wetting my back. I felt detached, completed, pleased but silent. I had not forgotten the perversity of what he had said.

The End