by I. M Rogue
My gaze went back to Courtney and I stared at her in disbelief struggling for something to say. She looked down at my stiff nipples and smirked rudely. My breathing became deeper as she stared at me. Part of it was anger but part of it was a feeling I could not resolve. I felt an attraction to her. I am not sure if it was sexual but I had never met anyone so brazen – so confident about controlling me.
She stood up and dove into the pool and I immediately felt the urge to follow, though I didn’t think she wanted me to.
She has hurt me twice. Why do I feel the need to follow her?
My curiosity and the throbbing in my clit answered that question. She had done something to me – something more than just assault me. She was strong and self assured which drew me to her. I found myself admiring her and wanted to know why she was the way she was. Rolling onto my back and the strawberry on my ass began stinging causing me to roll over quickly.
Should I go in the pool? I want to but who knows what she will do. But isn’t that is why I need to go in the pool – to find out. Her confidence has to be an act.
I waded into the pool at the opposite end from her and drifted casually across – trying not to appear like I wanted to approach her. I turned my back to her pretending to be doing my own thing.
A sharp pain bit me in the ass and I jerked in agony. She had reached under my bikini bottoms and scratched the strawberry rash with her nails. It stung wildly and I danced around in the pool in agony as she watched with an amused expression.
Why am I taking this shit from her? Why does it excite me – I’m not even into girls…except this one. Damn she is so different, so…stern.
My pulsating clit reminded why I tolerated it. She excited me in a way I’d never known. I felt genuinely turned on by her and couldn’t stop thinking about it. For a moment I considered sneaking to my room and getting off, but I worried she’d be gone when I came back.
The chlorine stung my rash as I climbed out of the pool, reminding me of her hand down my bottoms. Every time the rash stung I felt used by her – dominated by her. I was growing to both fear and crave more of it. Something dangerous about her continued to draw me in.
Courtney had gone to dry off next to her parents and I went back to the spot where we had be lying together. The cement was too hard for my rash so I moved my towel over the grass on the far side of the pool, secretly hoping she would join me. I lay down and stretched out in the sun. The warmth made the continual throbbing of my clit intensify.
“Look out” she ordered and spread her towel down next to me.
She has come to join me - Yes!
“We have never really met formally. My name is Belle” I offered.
She ignored me again and pulled out a plastic bottle of something I didn’t recognize. It had a long neck like the beer my father drank. I tried to read the label but it was in another language.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Sun tan lotion” she answered opening the top and dumping some into her hand.
She rubbed it on her Spartan legs until it soaked in.
“I have never seen sunscreen like that.”
“It’s French” she grunted sounding put out.
“Oh, that is pretty cool. Have you been to France?”
She ignored the question and continued applying the lotion. When she was done she looked over at me and her eyes flashed wickedly.
“Your back looks a little pink. Would you like me to put some of this on you?”
I froze unsure of what to say. My pulse raced as both fear and excitement wrestled in my mind.
She is going to touch me. Mmm.
I couldn’t tell if she was trying to be nice or if it was another excuse to be cruel. But deep down I immediately knew my answer would be yes. Any attention she offered would be greedily accepted until I could resolve my feelings and her mystery.
“Okay” I stammered nervously.
I rolled onto my stomach and stretched out, pulling my hair out of the way. The strawberry stung in anticipation of her touch and my clit throbbed harder.
What is she going to do? I hope she doesn’t scratch my rash again – but I can’t wait for her to touch me. How strange is that?
My heart pounded harder when I heard the sound of her opening the bottle and a shiver ran down my back. I secretly braced for what was to come. Her soft strong hands touched my back feeling cool with lotion. I swooned softly, unsure if it was from the cool lotion or her touch. She spread the lotion across my back and began to massage it in sensuously. As she worked my breathing slowly became more labored and stilted.
She massaged me expertly, working the tension out of my neck and shoulders. It was exquisite and I began loosening up. Her hands massaged their way across my back and it felt wonderful. The lotion made them slide easily across my muscles, soothing and relaxing me.
“That feels great” I whispered.
“Good” she whispered back.
Her hands continued down to the small of my back and she rubbed the tension out of it. Soon I started feeling like a giant ball of jelly under her touch. As she worked, one hand would occasionally drag across my ass which got my attention, but her massaging felt too amazing to worry about it.
One of her hands began massaging my neck while she rested the other hand directly on my ass. I hoped nobody could see but didn’t speak out against it.
Is she coming onto me for real this time?
My neck relaxed under her massaging and my eyes closed blissfully. Her hand on my ass squeezed and I allowed it. After a second squeeze her fingers began stroking the crack of my ass sensuously.
Okay that is a little weird.
The more she stroked the better it felt, like she was teasing my asshole to life. It was a completely new experience to me and I lay still soaking it in.
Her hand slipped into my bottoms and a lotion soaked finger stroked my tender anus luridly. I jerked briefly before relaxing again and my breathing instantly became deeper. My ass began to warm up sensuously. I’d never realized stimulation there could feel so good.
“What are you doing” I had to ask.
“Shhh” she whispered, “Just lay still and relax. I know what I am doing.”
Her words sent goose pimples up my spine. She was an expert at making me feel good. While one hand soothed my neck her fingers danced around my puckered hole, stimulating and mildly embarrassing me.
I never thought I’d like another girl touching me and I sure never thought I would like someone doing that to my ass. She is amazing.
Between her massaging and ass stroking I couldn’t stop from softly moaning. Soon I was rolling my hips and hoping nobody noticed, but her body shielded my ass from their view. Something inside me was craving more. Her finger gently stroked tiny circles around my puckered hole sending waves of unfamiliar pleasure rippling through the region.
“Hou” I moaned.
“Do you like that” she asked softly.
“Yes” I had to admit.
Suddenly she grabbed both of my ankles and held them firmly. I looked over to see if anybody was watching but they were oblivious to us. She dragged me on my stomach across the grass until we were behind the brick retaining wall, out of sight of our parents.
My stomach was scratched and grass clung to the places lotion was drying. In a flash she sat down on my back facing my ass and pinning me tightly. I felt my bottoms being jerked over my ass, exposing the sensitive region. Before I could speak something was pressing against my asshole. I struggled beneath her in vain and felt cool lotion spewing out onto my puckered hole.
“Wait” I stammered.
“Keep quiet” she demanded, pressing on the lotion bottle down firmly against my asshole.
The tip of it slid in and I felt my ass stretch widely to accommodate it. I stiffened from the violation and groaned in shock. She pushed it an inch deeper and I grunted feeling my ass stretch. I felt her squeezing out more of the cool lotion inside me and panicked.
; “Stop” I said louder than a whisper.
Searing pain began radiating out of the strawberry rash and I whimpered.
“I said keep quiet” she hissed, scratching it.
Courtney continued pushing the bottle deeper into my ass, which slid easily on the river of lotion she had created. She continued penetrating me until the entire neck of the bottle was inside.
Oh my god what the heck is going on? This can’t be happening.
I grunted deeper, completely overstuffed by the deep penetration. My ass felt overstretched and overfull and parts of my body I’d never felt before began tingling deep inside.
I was trapped, completely under her power as she ground the lotion bottle as deep as my tight ass would allow. Our parents chattered on in the distance unaware of the assault taking place across the yard.
Nobody is going to stop her. I am at her mercy.
She began slowly sliding the bottle in and out of me. I grabbed a hand full of grass and groaned overwhelmed. She started pumping faster, openly fucking my virgin ass with the bottle. I couldn’t help grunting loudly which upset her. Her free hand reached back and pressed my face roughly into the grass stifling my groans.
She started giggling and thrusting the bottle much harder. Stimulation overwhelmed me until it began to feel very…good. Suddenly every stroke felt stimulating in an orgasmic way. My ass came to life and embraced the intruder as it sent waves of pleasure through my bowls and hips. Slowly my groans became deep moans. She was turning me out like the naive virgin I was, and I was getting a lesson in kink.
“Your tight little ass belongs to me bitch” she whispered confidently.
“Oh” I sputtered.
A round of laughter erupted from the parents circle as just beyond the wall she used me like a toy, overwhelming me with her violation. With my face pressed into the grass their laughter sounded a million miles away.
Please don’t anybody catch us – I could never live this down.
Even through my shame her fucking continued to feel better. I began wanting it harder, wishing she’d fuck me forcefully with the plastic bottle.
“Harder” I heard myself grunt into the grass.
“You want it harder?” She asked.
“Yes.”
She rammed the bottling in and pushed hard. My ass stretched and the wider body of the bottle began penetrating me. I was not expecting this and let out a small scream into the grass – it was too big! She continued violating me with the bottle deeper as I floundered underneath her. Once the thick section of the bottle was mostly in I was locked in one long continual grunt.
“Ahhhh - That’s too big” I stammered alarmed.
She held the bottle in place and grabbed my bottoms, pulling them up over my ass, securing the bottle in place. Then she stood up and walked away leaving me there grunting and overstuffed.
THE BELLE RINGER
I stiffly reached back, pulled my bottoms down and grabbed the tip of the lotion bottle. As I pulled it slowly out of me I could feel every inch of it sliding out - making it feel like it was three feet long. When it finally popped loose I sighed with relief. I pulled my bottoms back up and felt my ass leak lotion into them.
How embarrassing, what am I going to do? It’s clearly visible in my lavender bikini.
I decided to discreetly jump in the pool and snuck over to the end of the retaining wall. When the coast was clear I jumped in with a splash before anyone could see my soiled bottoms. To my dismay a white cloud of lotion began forming around my hips. Courtney stood by her mother watching me and smiling. Her smile was deviously beautiful and lit up her face. The smile held me possessively and I swooned lightly to myself. Even when she mocked me I desired her.
I want her to want me. How am I going to get this girl? Who would have thought I’d ever be wondering that? But she is so perfect – I need to be close to her.
I swam around and tried to remain active to dissipate the lotion, secretly loving that it held Courtney’s attention. However, as much as I desired to be close to her she did make me more apprehensive. A girl that was bold enough to hold me down and cram something up my ass was intimidating. Who knows what she was capable of doing.
So much mystery about her. That only draws me in more. I wonder what kissing her dominant lips would be like? Could she ever like me that much?
I made for the stairs at the other end of the pool. When I reached them she was standing at the top walking down towards me. My heart rate picked up, I wasn’t expecting her to come at me here. As she walked down the stairs I backed up into the pool again. She continued straight towards me with a wicked look in her eyes and I continued backing away nervously.
“Where you going” she smirked.
“Nowhere, just swimming.”
“It looks like you are running from me.”
“No” I replied unconvincingly.
“Come here little chicky chicky” she teased.
She’s calling me to her. Does that mean she likes me more than…?
I stopped and she continued forward until we were only inches apart. I looked over at the parents – we were in full sight. I should be safe from any abuse.
“What did you think of our session on the grass little chicky” she whispered.
I didn’t know what to say. I was far too modest to say ‘it felt great when you violated my ass’, or scratched my nipple, or gave me any attention what so ever. I couldn’t say that I was addicted to her mere presence for reasons I couldn’t understand and didn’t care about. Instead I just kind of froze.
“Uh huh” was all I could get out.
“Uh-huh what? What’s the matter girl, don’t you talk. You were chatty enough earlier. Does the cat got your tongue…or does little Belle need to be rung?”
She pushed me further into deeper water, out over my head and I treaded water as she continued forward smiling devilishly. I treaded water backwards trying to keep my distance.
“I am going to ring your Belle little chicky” she hissed.
I treaded back to the edge of the deep end, below where our parents were talking. She glided menacingly towards me, pinning me against the wall. The ledge of the pool was a good foot and a half above us and we were hidden from their view below it. I tried to swim away but she put her arm out and stopped me.
“Where you goin?”
I tried to swim under her arm and she grabbed my hair and pulled me back. She pinned me against the wall, her breasts luridly pressing against mine. The feel of her soft flesh against mine was heavenly and I softened. She undulated her body intimately against me and a swoon forced its way out of my lips.
“Its time to ring the Belle” she whispered ominously.
“What do you mean ring me?”
Her hand went up to my face and she slapped it lightly while giggling.
“You want to eat my pussy don’t you little Belle.”
“No, I don’t know why you say that” I stammered, secretly wondering about the possibility.
“Don’t lie, you can’t stay away from me. You can’t even stop staring at me. You’re like a stalker.”
I haven’t been fooling her. Fudge she smells good.
“Aye…I was just wondering…”
I was too modest to say it out loud.
“Wondering what little Belle?”
I shook my head trying to drop the topic.
SMACK!
Her hand slapped me hard across the cheek and I jerked my head back knocking it against the cement. I couldn’t believe she had done it – that was a real slap. I’d never been hit by anyone.
“Wondering what little Belle slut” she restated sternly.
My face burned and everything seemed to drop into slow motion. My stomach grew cold at the thought of what she might be thinking about me. Just as my humiliation was taking me over:
SMACK!
A second slap hit in the same place as the first and I looked at her with big eyes. My stinging cheek throbbed and shame filled me. I
felt embarrassed for letting her get away with hitting me. But worse, I felt ashamed for disappointing her in some way.
Maybe she thinks I am not worthy of her?
“I’m waiting” she hissed. “Just wondering what?”
“I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you” I whispered.
Her wicked smile mutated into her beautiful smile and she leaned her face in close to mine. Her lips brushed against the side of my burning cheek before stopping over my lips. My breathing became shallower as the possibility of kissing her became real. I parted my lips enough to offer them to my dominant new obsession.
SMACK!
The hardest slap so far knocked my face to the side and stung me like a match. My cheek burned and I felt guilty for displeasing her. Her lips returned to mine and brushed them lightly. I swooned wantonly.
SMACK!
For a moment I saw stars this time. My cheeks hummed painfully and I didn’t know what she wanted from me. Every time I thought she was going to kiss me I got slapped instead. I desperately wanted to kiss her and searched my mind for a way to make her like me more.
“Please don’t slap me anymore Courtney.”
“You’re a big slut” she whispered in my ear.
“No, I’m not, honest. I’ve never had sex” I tried to reassure her.
SMACK!
“Yes you are, say ‘I’m a big slut” she demanded.
My cheeks stung and humiliation increased with each slap.
“Say it” she demanded.
I gulped and said it out loud.
“I am a big slut.”
“You’re a big lesbian slut that needs a good slapping – say it!”
“I am a big lesbian slut who needs a good slapping” I repeated.
SMACK!
“Is your Belle ringing yet slut?”
“Yes, its ringing. I’ve had enough.”
“Ask to be slapped again” she ordered.
I was lost in her, owned by her like a possession. Whatever she wanted – I would give. My heart beat with an excitement that made me shiver. I could hear our parents talking above us but it sounded like distant white noise coming from another world.
