‘What, you’ll be masturbating for the whole time I’m away?’ Angie asked, the idea of it – and the sight of what Anita was now doing – exciting her even more. It made her own clitoris pulse more insistently and her pussy dampen further.
‘That’s right. I’m going to have a real wankathon,’ Anita said, continuing to roll her fingers actively over the stiffness of her clit before dipping them right into her wet pussy, plunging them in and out rhythmically. Then she stopped herself. Not yet, not yet.
She took her hand from her sex and pushed it into Angie’s mouth. Angie sucked at her lover’s sticky fingers until Anita pulled them away and ran them languorously up over her own erect nipples.
‘Your fingers were nice and wet when you put them in my mouth,’ Angie said, still savouring the taste of her lover’s juices. ‘Will you allow yourself to squirt when you wank?’
Anita could do that sometimes, but the circumstances had to be just right. She could only ejaculate by her own hand – nobody else’s –and she had to get the pressure on her G-spot just so.
‘I might squirt, I might not,’ Anita said with a shrug. ‘That’s for me to know.’
‘I suppose, one way or another, I’ll find you in a state of complete sexual exhaustion on my return,’ Angie said.
‘More than likely, yes.’ Anita returned her fingers to her sex and began to pleasure herself again, rubbing gently. ‘Basically I’m going to wank and wank and wank until I’m all wanked out.’
‘Will you be watching lesbian porno movies while you’re jilling yourself off time and time again like that?’ Angie and Anita had between them acquired quite a collection of such films, some with a BDSM theme, some without; all of them hot and steamy.
‘I’ll only be watching the lesbian porno movies in my head,’ Anita replied, still slowly masturbating.
‘Meaning?’
‘One word,’ Anita said. ‘Memories.’
‘Memories?’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘What sort?’
‘Amazingly erotic ones,’ Anita gently worked her fingers over her sex. ‘That’s because I’ll be concentrating on my “first times”. The first female to make love to me, to give you just one example, was a lovely porcelain-skinned redhead at college. Claire, her name was.’
‘So what about this Claire?’ asked Angie. Her pussy felt very slippery now.
‘She was a year older than me, drop-dead gorgeous, and I had a huge crush on her. I’d an even bigger crush on her once she’d gone down on me. That was an incredible experience, I can tell you.’
‘I’ll bet!’ Angie exclaimed. What are you trying to do to me, Anita? she thought. God, she felt horny.
‘But I’ve so many sexy first time memories,’ Anita went on as she continued slowly masturbating. ‘Finger-fucking you up against that dark wall about half an hour after we’d met at that oh-so-respectable party. Remember that, do you, by any chance?’ She took her hand away from her sex again; didn’t want to have an orgasm yet, wanted to stay in control.
‘Need you ask?’ Angie replied breathlessly. Anita was making her so sexually excited she was now soaked. She could feel trickles of wetness running down the inside of her legs. ‘I mean, do you really need to ask whether I remember that particular experience? For me it was mind-blowing, life changing.’
‘No,’ Anita replied, her eyes gleaming, ‘I guess I don’t need to ask.’
‘Here’s another memory for you,’ Angie said. ‘What about the time in that smart Italian restaurant in Old Compton Street when you told me to go into the ladies’, remove my underwear, bin it, and never wear any again?’
‘That’s a good one,’ said Anita. ‘OK, what about the first time I spanked that tight, round butt of yours? Remember that? I’m sure you do.’
‘I’ll say I do,’ Angie replied with a faraway look. It had been the first time she’d realised that Anita, the woman with whom she was already head over heels in love, could also give her what she wanted sexually, what she craved. Angie’s clit was positively buzzing now and her pussy was so wet.
‘It all came to me in a flash, I recall,’ Anita said. ‘You’d come out with some comment or other I’d found particularly irritating – can’t for the life of me even remember what it was now – and I decided right there and then to punish you for it.’
Angie picked up the story. ‘I can remember like it was yesterday what you did to me.’ Her blue eyes shone. ‘All of a sudden you told me to bend over the kitchen table, flicked up my short skirt to reveal my bare bottom, and started to spank me. And you didn’t hold back. I mean, you really thrashed the living daylights out of me.’
‘And, boy, did it have an effect,’ Anita said. ‘It made you climax so violently I thought you were having a fit.’
‘I thought I was as well,’ Angie replied, her heart beating faster at the vivid memory of that first spanking she’d received from her lover. Her body let out a little shiver, she was so excited. And all the while her clit throb-throb-throbbed and her pussy got wetter still.
‘Anything else you recall about the experience?’
‘Only that I’d so much love juice running down my thighs you told me you thought I’d wet myself,’ Angie replied. ‘And, while we’re on the subject, Anita, what sort of effect do you think you’ve been having on me now with all this juicy first time stuff? You’ve got me so wet and horny I’m going out of my mind. Do I have to go and visit my God-awful stepmother this evening?’ She briefly glanced out of the window. The rain had decreased somewhat but was still falling steadily.
‘You’re the one who said you had to go and see her, not me,’ Anita reminded her, bringing her fingers back to her pussy and starting to masturbate again.
‘Yeah, I know. She’s expecting me, so I guess I’d better go.’
‘It’s up to you.’ Anita shrugged, continuing to stroke her wet sex.
‘If only there was some way I could get out of the visit without lying to her. You know what a lousy liar I am. I’m absolutely hopeless at it, couldn’t fool anyone. I wish there was some way I could stay here with you instead, so you could fuck me senseless with your strap-on dildo.’
‘Always assuming that’s what I feel like doing,’ Anita said, a slight edge to her voice. But still she kept masturbating, her fingers moving in tight, slippery circles.
‘Oh yes,’ Angie assured her respectfully. ‘Only if that’s what you want too, of course. What I’m really trying to say is that you could do anything you wanted to me – put me into bondage, beat me again and even harder this time – anything.’ Her blonde hair was damp against her neck and her breathing was ragged as she stared imploringly into her lover’s gleaming eyes.
‘Well.’ Anita pursed her lips as if in deep thought. ‘There might be a way.’ She removed her fingers from the dripping wetness of her pussy.
‘Just say the word,’ Angie replied, her own juicy sex pulsing at the possibility.
‘Stand up,’ Anita said, as she also got to her feet.
‘Now what?’ Angie asked, her heart beating rapidly. She could feel a thrill running through her body like an electric current. ‘I’ll do anything you say.’
Anita’s eyebrows lifted eloquently. ‘Will you indeed?’
‘Yes, oh yes.’ Angie’s breath was coming quicker, her pulse racing wildly in her breast, her clit pulsing wildly in her sex.
‘OK, what I want you to do is pick up the phone and call your stepmother.’ Anita brought the hand with which she’d been masturbating to Angie’s crotch and started to push upwards into her pussy. She found that it was sopping wet – as she’d known very well it would be. ‘You’re to tell her something has come up. In fact, you’re to tell her,’ she continued, pushing her fingers in and out of her lover’s wetness with ever more vigour, ‘that what’s come up is very urgent.’ Her fingers were like ramming rods now, sliding furiously in and out of Angie’s sodden vagina. Then she started to grind them hard against her stiff clit.
‘I�
�ll do that.’ Angie gasped, her whole body shaking. She was this close to orgasm, but she mustn’t let that happen, she simply mustn’t. ‘I’ll ph-phone straight away.’
‘Tell her you’ll be tied up for the next few hours,’ Anita added. ‘You won’t be lying about that either.’
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