Pushing Her Limits
Copyright 2012 Mandoline Creme
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, or events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to persons, alive or dead, is completely coincidental.
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To say that Brandy was a curious girl would be a fair statement. The curse of youth is often that, to be intrigued by the unknown
But she had her limits, and she was bold enough to verbalize them.
So, then, how had she ended up debating with her friend Paul over the very concept of anal sex?
“I'm telling you, Brandy, you're being too bull headed here.”
“Did you just call me a cow?” She scoffed, propping hands on her slim hips. At 18 years old, she had a body ripe with natural curves, yet toned from years of soccer. To that event, the sport had created the perfect thickness to the muscles of her hamstrings; Thighs tall and rounded till they dipped in, then out, to a gravity defying ass. Solid yet soft, she was proud of her figure.
Paul shook his head, palming his forehead dramatically. “All I'm saying is that you shouldn't knock it till you try it.”
Rolling her smokey grey eyes, the red head shook her long tresses and sighed. “Whatever! You just want to do it with me, that's all. You don't care if I'd hate it.”
Leaning back in his chair, Paul grabbed the glass on the living room table and tossed back a swig of the amber liquid inside. Straight whiskey burned, but he preferred that over the sickeningly sweet mixed drinks or bitterness of beer. “No, look.” He paused, considering his words, before nodding at her own glass to suggest she take a drink as well. When she only pouted harder, he groaned and took another deep drink. “What I've been trying to say is that you'll miss out.”
Brandy stared into her cup, shifting where she had curled up on the couch across from her friend. She had come over to study, but that had quickly turned into a debate about how their friend Christina had bragged about taking it in the ass to him as a tactic to get him into bed; Something he was clearly not interested in, with her, at least.
“Paul, the fact is this.” Adjusting on the couch, her smooth, sexy legs crossing one over the other, she unintentionally caused her skirt to crawl higher; Revealing a length of tan thigh. Tilting her drink to her berry red lips, she swallowed and went on. “You're just trying to talk me into it, so you can laugh when I complain about it later, as I'm walking with a limp or something.”
This caused him to start laughing, so hard he covered his face and curled over on the opposite sofa. “What! Why would I ever want that to happen to you?”
“Because you like teasing me!” She shot back, tossing her hair and glaring at the ceiling.
Her friend calmed down, watching her quietly, as if trying to gather his thoughts. “Well,” he began carefully, “I do tease you, I guess. But it's not because of anything bad, or something. I just...”
Her attention went back to him, meeting his troubled hazel eyes. “You just what?”
Instantly he scrubbed a hand into his thick dark hair, standing up and pacing towards the kitchen. “Nothing, never mind. Let me get more whiskey.”
“Hey!” She shouted, sitting up quickly; This made her head swim a bit, and she considered that she might have had more to drink than she realized in her anger. Standing, gingerly, she tromped on her stocking clad feet after him into the small apartment kitchen. “You just what, tell me!”
Turning, with no where to go and his back to the kitchen counter, Paul grimaced. Reaching out, he snagged her glass and held it still so he could refill it. “Nothing, really. Forget it.”
Growling in frustration, the red head yanked her cup roughly away, spilling whiskey on both her thin green tank top and his hand; Drops cascaded to the kitchen floor. “Tell me already!”
He looked shocked, then annoyed. Setting the bottle and drink aside, he snagged some paper towels and knelt to wipe the tiles. “Why is it so important? Drop it.”
Cocking her hip, her feet spread, she glared hotly down at him. “It matters because I want to know.”
When he glanced up, Paul found his eyes drawn instantly to the view of her long legs, capped by her tight skirt that displayed her white panties and delicious behind. Frozen in admiration, thinking slowly from the alcohol, he stuttered. “I guess it's just that, um, I don't know...”
“What!” She demanded, hands tightening around her glass. The whiskey stain on her shirt was making the outline of her nipples visible, and Paul swallowed. Standing slowly, he took his whiskey and sipped it, then gave it a swig, trying to think of a way out of this. Finally, he turned his gaze back to Brandy in frustrated defeat.
“Fine. I just like you, is all.”
Stunned, she lifted her brows and stared. “You...like me?”
“Yes!” He cried, moving to try and slip around her in the tight quarters. His chest pressed into her shoulder, and she turned to try and let him pass, but only ended up unbalancing the two of them. In shock, he spilled more drink, but grabbed for her to steady her stumble. In that moment, he gripped not her arm, but her lower back. Arm encircling, he held her close while she gasped.
Baffled, off guard, the soccer player tensed. Grasping her container, she stared into his face which reflected her level of surprise. “Paul, I, um...”
She smelled like spices and strawberries, he noticed, before becoming too aware of how she felt in his arms. Carefully, he let her go, and stepped back into the living room. “Sorry, sorry, really pretend I didn't say anything dumb just now, ok?”
In a swift motion, she downed the contents of her glass and slammed it onto the counter, her eyes lighting in an even angrier glow than before. “You LIKE me, Paul? You like me, and you think I didn't know that?”
The young man frowned, unsure how to handle this reaction. He felt a twinge of shame, but buried it with his own rush of irritation. “If you knew, why did you ask?”
“I...” Doubt flickered on her face, something Paul caught and found curious. Chewing on the bottom of her lush lower lip, she found the floor suddenly very interesting. “I don't know. No reason, probably. Forget it.”
Laughing with a hint of sarcasm, he took a step towards her where she stood in the kitchen entrance. “Oh, no, that's not fair. You got me to respond, you can't cop out.”
Brandy's cheeks were heated like crimson fire, and Paul noted this all too well. Standing a bit straighter, he moved once more, until he was close enough to smell the whiskey on her shirt. His voice was low, rolling like soft thunder.
“You like me too, don't you?”
She snapped her head back, hair flipping, hands lifted as if to protect herself from some onslaught. “What! No, that's...”
But he was sure, now, and whether it was fueled by alcohol or some strange sense of revenge for being cornered earlier, he pressed himself closer; Causing her to step back. “You do, you DO like me. You just never said anything... Why?” He cocked his head, following her retreat until she bumped into the counter with no where to go. Her eyes flashed with trepidation, her chest raised rapidly with her breathing. “Tell me what you were worried about.”
“It's...” Her voice was hushed, breathy. For a moment, she darted her gray eyes around the tiny kitchen, as if seeking some answer, or an escape. Inevitably, she dropped her gaze back to Paul, taking in the wild tinge to his own light orbs. Not for the first time, she noted the flecks of gold in his eyes. “I was nervous.”
“What?” He blinked, clearly not expecting this. “Nervous of what?”
“Earlier,” she mumbled, fixing her attention on the wall to her left uncomfortably. Her arms folded, shifting her round breasts into an even more prominent position. �
��I was planning to get drunk with you tonight, and just sort of hook up and let it happen, you know?” Turning her head, she gave him a questioning glance. “But then you wouldn't shut up about all that anal stuff, and so I got scared.”
At first, he said nothing. He watched her face, studied the look in her eyes. With careful deftness, he swallowed the last of his whiskey, set the glass on the counter, and moved his head closer to hers. Their foreheads almost touched, his palms resting on the counter on either side of her; A human barrier. “I think,” he whispered, low and dark, “that you were curious, too.”
“No!” She gasped, smelling his warm scent, feeling his closeness. Every little detail of his lips were visible as he spoke, as he smiled slightly. “I'm not...”
“You are,” he stated, factual and cold. The situation, the power shift, his blood pounding with desire and predatory need, mixed with just enough whiskey.
He was feeling amazing.
“You're curious, you just don't want to say it. But,” he said, cutting off her pouted response, “how about this.” He rocked on his feet, bringing his teeth close to her left ear, voice a hush of silky arousal. “If you think you're not, then take a bet with me. If I can get you to want it, you let me, ok?”
Brandy was baffled, but her head was swimming. The alcohol was making her dizzy, confused, or was it his nearness? She had always found him attractive, always enjoyed his witty words and the way his mouth could make some of the most sly grins. His whole form was intoxicating then, what should she do? If she said no, would he back off? Did she not want to at least play around with him some? Hadn't she confessed to planning that? “I...” She began, softly. “I guess that's...um...”
Promptly, he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled, light and firm, but sudden. She wasn't prepared, she gasped audibly and leaned back into the counter with a moaning shiver. When he chuckled around the flesh, vibrating her skin, she felt goosebumps rise. His tongue was soft and warm, circling the shell like shape of her ear, down to her neck. His mumble was almost quiet enough to miss.
“I'll take that as a yes.”
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Brandy lay on Paul's bed, pressed deeply into the pliant blankets by his firm, warm body on top of her. They had quickly stumbled from the kitchen after a moment of brief necking, but he was insistent. Crouched over her body, he continued to kiss her neck a bit more, before making a trail with his lips up her jaw. Despite herself, she was moaning constantly, wiggling under him with eagerness. Her thoughts were blurred, she knew she had wanted this, and she couldn't recall why she had been so hesitant earlier. When his mouth captured her lower lip in a gentle nibble, she pressed back on him to turn it into a full blown kiss.
Sensual, sweet, raw and rough; Paul was an animal she had never known existed. His fingers dug under her, forcing into her back to cause her to arch her chest into him. Tongues danced, Brandy was barely able to breath, and she didn't care.
He had managed, she realized suddenly, to unhook her bra without her noticing. With precision, he slid her shirt over her breasts in one quick motion, freeing the round orbs to bounce softly in response. Her eyes burned with passion and pleasant surprise at his forcefulness, and red tresses tossed when he lowered his lips to her left pink nipple.
Rolling her head, she cried out helplessly, diving down into the wonderful sensation. He pressed her up, deeper into his face, licking perfect circles around her nub. Leaning over, he moved for the lonely opposite tit, suckling rhythmically. His free hand took over on the original wet nipple, thumbing and rubbing it in such a way she could feel her body instantly react.
Shifting with a wanton groan, she rubbed her thighs together; Feeling her quim soaking, her clit beginning to swell. Losing track of time, all she could focus on was her body budding with a growing fire, an insatiable flame of passion. Clawing at the blankets, she cried out when she felt his teeth, ever so lightly.
But Paul was not done, no. He could tell her body was ready, if he had wanted to fuck her then, he didn't doubt she'd thank him. However, this was not his goal; He had made it clear earlier, he wanted to prove to her what he could do to her, and she had agreed to giving him the opportunity.
Lowering himself, still toying with her lovely rosebuds, the man brought his face to her bare stomach. Kissing, licking, he made a path ever so slowly down to her quickly spreading thighs. Her scent was strong, desperate and sweet with musk. Tugging her skirt away, bit by bit, he revealed the tops of her hips, as well as the edge of her white panties. Perfection, he marveled, making out the shape of her womanhood. The pale cloth had become sodden, liquid making them almost translucent where they touched her. The line of her slit had nearly pulled the material inside, and he could easily see the outline of her delicious womanly nub. That little button, begging to be touched.
Crawling lower, till he knelt perfectly before her, his legs resting off the edge of the bed, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her even closer. Hearing her yelps, her moans, the way she rocked her hips towards his mouth, he could only smirk.
He knew he had her; She was too far gone in her need to turn him away, of this he was confident.
Gently, he licked along the edge of her inner hip, drawing circles and designs as he made a journey around and around. Up her thigh, along the inside, he tasted everywhere and everything except for her pussy itself. The sounds she made were almost whimpers, the liquid soaking her panties a flood. Still, he did not touch her there.
Eventually, he hooked his hands under her hips and gave her a heave, causing her to squeak as he rolled her onto her stomach. She was shocked, and he glanced up to see her peeking back at him over her shoulder, those lovely eyes glittering with delicious distress. He only returned her look with his own; A smoldering, taunting gaze that seemed to question what the problem was. He was inviting her to speak out, to argue this, but she remained quiet; Lips parted in a silent 'O'.
Returning to his business, Paul looked down at the sight before him. Her wonderful, amazingly rounded rear end, thighs splayed apart slightly so he could see the delightful way her panties cupped her pussy from behind. The material had tugged itself into her cheeks, giving her ass an even more amazing heart shape than usual. Wordless, he lowered his lips to kiss the firm, yet pliant, flesh. Teasing, nibbling and tugging at her panties, but never removing them. His palms lifted, tracing over the thick buttocks, skirting the hem of her underwear, occasionally tugging at it.
Brandy, for her part, was losing her mind. The panic she had felt briefly was vanishing the more he played with her.
And oh, did she feel played with.
Unconsciously, her hips were bucking, grinding herself into the mattress His touch was addictive, and every movement he made excited her. The sound of her wetness was audible, and she could also feel it as well. The dampness slipping around over her clit, which had swollen in her need, pressing it into the bed with each whimpering gyration. When Paul finally began to move her panties aside, she flushed with how ridiculous the eager whine she voiced was. Yet, though he tugged the cloth lower, and lower, peeling it down and over her thighs, he didn't taste her still. She thought she would go insane, as she felt his hot breath blowing gently over her nethers.
His thumbs spread her, then, parting her cheeks and leaving her intimately exposed to his every sensation. With a forceful strength, he lifted her hips up, forcing her ass higher into the air. Burying her face into the blankets, she gasped desperately. Would he finally touch her? She could sense the way she was dripping down her thighs, and wondered if it was all over the bed by now.
His next step, however, shocked her.
Feeling one hand leave her ass, she panted with intense desperation as he ran it gently over her quim. Yet then he stopped, and she gave a cry of frustration; His answering chuckle made her burn more crimson than ever.
When he returned his thumb, wet with her juices, he did not touch her woman hood, oh no. He ran it, light and circular, over the rose bud of her ass. She almost jolted up,
stunned and embarrassed by the sensation, but he had her hips wrapped in his other arm too tightly. She settled back down, gasping, trying to look back. All she could see was his mischievous, grinning face and smoking eyes. He watched her, but his touch was insistent; He wasn't stopping.
More and more, he brushed tenderly over her rear entrance, teasing it in such a way that she was shocked and humiliated by how much her body began to yearn. The wetness in her pussy increased magnificently as he began the foreplay with her behind.
Paul smiled, noting quickly how she began to seek the sensations. He teased, changing up the pace, moving from slow circles to quick straight up and down traces. He followed the contours of her curves. Lowering his face, he began licking slightly at her pussy while he continued to play with her ass. This set her hips rolling again as she attempted to push her nethers into his face, but he was patient. Light as snow, he licked, tasting her sodden lips. Her juices flowed freely, and soon she was openly moaning again. When he felt she was ready, her body something she had hardly any control over, he ran his tongue up her slit, up and up, over the gap between until he was intently slathering her asshole.
Brandy squealed, the myriad of tingling sensations far more than she was ready for. She was a mixture of shame, as well, humiliated that he was doing this, and because she was finding her body was loving it so. She imagined her cheeks were bright as apples. Digging her face into the bed once more to salvage some of her pride, she shouted, muffled, into the sheets.
Soon he had brought his hand back, licking her entrance, but also running his thumb along the area. She was so easy to read, so far gone in her pleasure, he felt an amazing rush of power. Wordless, he tilted his mouth out of the way, and began pressing his thumb slowly, but persistently, inside. The tight ring of her sphincter resisted, but he was gentle, patient, unrelenting. As she cried out in shock, as well as pleasure, he began moving his digit around. Deeper, and deeper, feeling her muscles throb. Lowering his jaw, he simultaneously began eating between her thighs, her nectar a torrent.
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