by Ray Gordon
"Come in," I said, wondering whether I could overpower her and tie her over the kitchen table - rip her panties down. My God, I was becoming evil!
"Thanks," she smiled, stepping into the hall. "How are you?"
In desperate need of your beautiful cunt. "I'm fine. Coffee?"
"Tea, please," she replied, following me into the kitchen.
Her perfume filling my nostrils, I imagined kissing her succulent red lips, breathing in her female scent, driving my tongue deep into her pretty mouth. I'd not only changed beyond recognition, but become someone else! My life, my entire existence, revolved around sex now - cocks, balls, cunts, clitorises...
"I haven't seen you for ages, Laura; I'd thought you'd given me up as a lost cause."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because... well, after I told you about my addiction and what I got up to on the common."
"I didn't know what to think, I still don't."
"Don't think anything."
"No, I suppose it's best not to."
I needed her, her cunt, although I didn't know why as I was expecting David and Lydia. But why was I thinking like this? What had possessed me to imagine Laura's naked body, my tongue licking between her full vaginal lips? Had she recently been fucked, was her cunt brimming with spunk? I wanted to bury my face between her parted thighs, press my mouth to her open sex hole and breathe in the heady perfume of her vaginal folds.
"Laura, I want to show you a trick that Tony taught me," I said, taking Tony's leather belts from the worktop.
"I'm not in the mood for tricks," she sighed. "I came here to see how you are, not to play games."
"Oh, that's a shame because it's an excellent trick. I'll put the kettle on for tea."
My ridiculous idea wasn't going to work. Pretending that I was going to show her a trick which entailed strapping her over the table was a crazy idea, only an idiot would fall for it! But the desire to get at her naked body, to lick her juiced cunt, was overwhelming - I didn't know what to do. To me, Laura had become a challenge, and one I wasn't going to be beaten by. I mentioned the trick again, how brilliant it was.
"Come on, then," she grinned. "What's this silly trick of yours?"
"It's not silly. Stand with your feet wide apart and lean over the table," I instructed her, not too eagerly, of course.
Her dark eyes sparkled as she gazed at me. "Lean over the... what are you going to do?" she asked hesitantly.
Drink from your hot cunt, my little nymph. "Strap your ankles to the table legs, and your wrists."
"Hang on; I'm not going to..."
"The idea is that you... just do it and I'll show you how it works. Houdini has nothing on this one."
Trusting me in her naivety, taking her position, she leaned over the table, her rounded buttocks billowing her skimpy red skirt, her shapely thighs fully displayed. I imagined her panties bulging with her swollen vaginal lips, her mound. My sex juices flowed, my clitoris pulsated, as I gazed at her body, pictured her taut naked buttocks. But there was no time to stare and dream of the delights within her tight panties!
I hurriedly strapped her ankles to the table legs and moved to her wrists, telling what a brilliant trick this was and how it had been leaked by a member of the magic circle. My imagination runs wild at times, most of the time! Pulling her arms across the table, her rounded buttocks projecting beautifully, I strapped her wrists together and secured the end of the belt to the table leg.
"OK," I said, moving behind her and lifting her skirt up over her back, unashamedly exposing the tight material of her pink panties faithfully following the beautiful contours of her tensed buttocks. "The idea is this."
"What are you doing?" she asked, surprised, raising her head and turning to look at me, her pretty mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Helen, what are you..."
"It's not what I'm doing that you should concern yourself with, Laura - but what I'm about to do!" I giggled impishly, rudely yanking her panties down to her thighs and gazing longingly at her pert bottom orbs.
She protested wildly, as I'd expected, but she was completely powerless to defend her sweet cunt as I knelt behind her, parting and lifting her full buttocks. Her pouting cunny lips were covered with thick black curls, her pink slit gaping, inviting my tongue, my fingers - my candle. Shave her? I wondered. No, perhaps not! I began licking her sex crack, tasting her there as she screamed at me, threatening to do all sorts of dreadful things unless I released her immediately.
"Enjoy yourself," I said, driving three fingers deep into her hot vagina. I was powerless over my actions, as if possessed, goaded by a fiend. Or was I being driven on by myself, by something lurking deep within my subconscious? I was too easily influenced by my inner self.
"I'll kill you for this!" she spat, struggling to free herself. "You bloody lesbian! You evil bitch!"
"Kill me for pleasuring you?"
"You evil cow!"
"Call me what you like, I'm going to bring you off and drink your cunt juice."
"When John hears about..."
"I wouldn't tell your husband that you've enjoyed lesbian sex!" I giggled. "I don't think he'd understand!" Did I understand?
"I'll tell Tony what you're like, Helen! The evil, debased bitch you really are!"
"Tony would never believe it. Come to think of it, no one would believe such an incredible story. Have you ever had the cane? Did you enjoy the cane at school? I'll bet you loved having a male teacher thrash your..."
"If you dare to..."
"I'll cane you after I've licked your lovely cunt out and made you come in my mouth. Do you masturbate?"
"You'll not get away with this, I promise you!"
Ignoring her futile threats, lapping up her heady cunny juice, I sensed my own juices flowing from my sex hole, trickling over my distended inner lips. My arousal was soaring to frightening heights, uncontrollable heights, my clitoris swelling painfully, fully erect. Never had I experienced such a thirst for debased lesbian sex, and I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her open cunt hole. Creamy, hot, lubricious, her vaginal juices tasted beautiful - orange wine blended with golden honey and sex milk. I couldn't get enough, caressing her wet pink flesh with my tongue, drinking her honeydew, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her sex to the accompaniment of her screamed protests.
"Right," I murmured, rising to my feet and grabbing the cane from the corner of the kitchen. "I'll give you a good thrashing before I bring you off."
"What's happened to you, Helen?" she sobbed, her body quivering, her buttocks tensing. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I like your cunt, your enchanting arse."
"What's changed you? You used to be so..."
"Nothing's changed me, I've always wanted to have sex with you."
Raising the cane above my head, I brought it down, striking her taut buttocks with a loud crack. Her body bouncing as the cane swished through the air and landed again, leaving a thin pink weal across her milk-white flesh, she screamed out in terror, begging for mercy. I seemed to have lost control of my senses as I continued to thrash her glowing buttocks. As if possessed, I caned her as hard as I could, delighting in her pathetic cries. My vaginal juices coursing down my inner thighs, I lashed her naked buttocks, thrashed her as hard as I could until the cane snapped in two.
"God, that was good!" I giggled, rubbing my aching arm and focusing on her burning globes. "How was it for you?"
"Awful!" she sobbed, trying to break free from her bonds. "I have never known such an evil bitch as you!"
"Oh, Laura, I thought you liked being thrashed."
"Please, let me go! I never want to see you again!"
Kneeling behind her, I lifted and parted her crimson buttocks, eyeing the globules of opaque sex fluid clinging to her distended inner petals. "Mmm, you taste good!" I breathed, lapping up her juices. "There's nothing I like more than licking a girl's juicy cunt."
"Please, you must let me go!" she repeated as my tongue drove deep in
to her hot vaginal duct. "Helen, I'm begging you!"
"Mmm, I can hear you. Make some more juice, I want to drink from your cunt."
Grabbing the cucumber from the fridge, I decided to put her through one more humiliating and degrading ordeal before releasing her. Forcing the end of the green shaft into her tightly closed bottom-hole as she shrieked and tugged on the leather straps, I managed to push the fruit deep into her bowels - stretching her inner rectal flesh, bloating her pelvic cavity. Lifting my smock, I stood on my toes behind her, aligning the end of the cucumber with my hungry cunt hole. Gently lowering my body, I eased the shaft deep into my drenched vagina, completing the lewd coupling.
"God, that's good!" I gasped, my taut outer lips pressed against her rubicund buttocks. Rocking my hips, I fucked myself with the cucumber, my juices decanting, running down the shaft and dribbling over her stretched brown ring. "God, I love it!" I cried, massaging my erect clitoris.
Reaching between her thighs with my free hand, I located her lust button and massaged her there. "Let's come together," I murmured as the sensations built, my vaginal muscles tightening around the green phallus as I fucked myself. "Let's come together in the name of lesbian lust!"
The birth of my orgasm trembling within my contracting womb, I grinned as I sensed her clitoris swell beneath my vibrating fingertip. Gasping as the cucumber gently massaged her rectum, I knew that she was at last enjoying our lesbian coupling, deriving pleasure from a female finger between her female sex lips. She finally cried out as she reached her climax, her clitoris solid, pulsating, pumping out its pleasure - my own clitoris throbbing in orgasm.
"Oh, God!" I cried as I climbed ever-higher to my sexual heaven. "God, how I love frigging your clitty!"
"Helen, please!" she gasped in the grips of her orgasm. "Ah, ah! Helen, I don't want..."
"Keep coming!" I sang, rocking my hips faster, the fruit double-fucking my inflamed cunt and her tight arsehole. "God, keep coming! I'll drink your cunt juice after!"
"Please, this is wrong!"
"No, it's beautiful!"
Our climaxes finally waning, I slowed my double masturbating, gently massaging ripples of orgasm from our deflating sex nodules until we both relaxed in the aftermath of our sexual glory. Standing on my toes, sliding the cucumber out of my drenched vagina, I eased the fruit out of Laura's bottom-hole, grinning as her sensitive brown tissue closed, sealing the entrance to her lust duct.
"Please!" she sobbed as I tugged her knickers up, covering her inflamed holes.
"Yes, all right," I said softly, releasing the leather straps. "There, you're free to go home now that I've initiated you in the fine art of lesbian loving."
"Loving?" she echoed, hauling her exhausted body upright and tugging her skirt down. "It's rape!"
"Don't be so silly, Laura!" I giggled.
"I'm not being silly!"
"You came, didn't you?"
"Well, I..."
"There you are, then. You'd better go home to your husband."
"How I'll face John after..."
"I'll see you again, I hope?"
"No, never!" she spat, slapping my face.
"You want to retaliate?" I giggled.
Slipping my smock over my head, I leaned over the table and jutted my rounded buttocks out. Would she spank me? I wondered, closing my eyes as I waited expectantly. I heard her moving about behind me. More movements, a buckle rattling as she grabbed a leather belt.
The first crack of the belt across my naked buttocks was amazing, tensing every muscle in my body, sending my vaginal juices coursing down my inner thighs. Again, the belt whipped me, my flesh stinging, burning as I gripped the sides of the table. I hadn't been sure what I'd thought when Gary had caned me, but to have another woman thrash me aroused me as never before.
Like the women tennis players when they served, Laura grunted every time she raised the belt and brought it down, putting all her strength into the beautiful beating. Was she finding satisfaction in revenge, or sexual satisfaction? I mused as she lashed my buttocks harder, scoring ace after ace.
"Finger me!" I gasped involuntarily as the belt cracked loudly across my bum cheeks. "Finger my cunt!" She halted the beating, remaining silent behind me, no doubt contemplating my lewd request, wondering whether she had lesbian tendencies. "My cunt," I murmured, parting my legs and jutting my buttocks out further.
I sensed her fingertip running down my bottom crease, over my tender anal entrance and further down towards my drenched sex slit. She hesitated, stroking and tickling the sensitive flesh between my two holes as if deliberately teasing me, tormenting me. Praying for her to move her finger down, to massage my sensitive pink folds, I gasped as she suddenly entered my vagina, driving her finger deep into my sex-wet hole.
"Ah, ah!" I gasped, my body tensing as she bent and twisted her finger, massaging my inner flesh, bringing me beautiful sensations of lesbian sex. She couldn't turn back now. Even if she withdrew her finger and went home to her loving husband, she committed the lesbian act. Never would she forget what she'd done, thrashing me, fingering my wet cunt.
She breathed deeply in her obvious arousal as she slipped her wet finger out of my vagina and moved along my yawning sex valley to my solid clitoris. Yes, she did masturbate, I decided as she deftly massaged my clitoris, taking me closer to my orgasm. Only a woman knows how to pleasure a woman, I reflected. Only female fingers know how to pleasure a cunt, a clitoris.
Quickening her massaging rhythm, she stroked my exposed bottom-hole with her free hand, the electrifying sensations permeating my quivering pelvis. Suddenly, her finger drove deep into my anal duct, and my body jolted in response, my vagina pumping out its lubricating cream. Had she done this before? I wondered as she thrust her finger in and out of my rectum and expertly caressed my clitoris to orgasm. She was experienced in the fine art of lesbian sex! Perhaps she fingered her bottom as she masturbated?
"Coming!" I gasped as my clitoris throbbed beneath her caressing finger and my anal sphincter muscles tightened. "God, don't stop!" Laura brought out one of the best multiple orgasms I'd ever experienced. My body shaking violently, I gripped the sides of the table and jutted my buttocks out further as the waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through my consumed body, drowning me in illicit pleasure.
Gasping as she began to slow her masturbating rhythm, I floated down from my heaven, slowly returning to my senses, to my perspiring body. Quivering in my nakedness, my sexual centre laid open, I wondered whether she'd leave me and go home to her trusting husband. Or did she want more sex, to feel my tongue snaking into her wet vagina again? Slipping her finger out of my bottom-hole, she stood in silence behind me, probably contemplating the lesbian act, wondering at her sexuality, her sexual identity.
No words passed between our lips, there were no words to utter. Now what? I wondered as I hauled my exhausted body up and sat on the edge of the table. She focused on my gold nipple rings, confusion in her expression as I reclined, laying my naked body across the table with my legs wide - my shaved cunt yawning, blatantly on offer.
Closing my eyes, I felt her finger exploring between my outer sex hillocks, my gaping cunt slit. What was she thinking? What thoughts were racing through her mind as she drove three fingers deep into my drenched vaginal sheath. Did she want to lick me there, taste another woman's lust juices? Remaining silent, I didn't prompt her, allowing her to discover the pleasures of lesbian sex in her own time.
I watched her though my eyelashes as she parted my pussy lips with her other hand, exposing my solid pleasure nodule. She was examining me, focusing on my most intimate sex flesh as she thrust her fingers in and out of my cunt. Stretching my pussy lips further apart, she leaned forward, her tongue licking her succulent red lips. Hesitating, she straightened her back. She was in two minds, I knew as she began to lean over again. I let out little gasps of pleasure as she continued to finger me, bringing out my sex juices.
I was tempted to egg her on, to suggest that she try licki
ng me, tasting me there, but I waited patiently - impatiently. Quivering all over as she opened my sex valley further, painfully stretching my sensitive pink flesh, I prayed for her to lick me, to caress my aching clitoris to orgasm with her wet tongue.
"It's now or never," I thought aloud as she pressed her warm lips against my stomach and kissed me. She moved down to my sex mound, kissing, licking my sensitive skin. Trembling as she neared my open valley, I let out a rush of breath, desperate for her tongue now. She was only inches away from my exposed clitoris, but she stood upright again, her fingers gently pistoning my wet vagina.
"Please," I murmured, my head rolling from side to side as she slipped her fingers out of my sex hole. I couldn't wait any longer, my clitoris aching for orgasm, my vaginal muscles spasming; I needed her tongue between my swollen cunny lips. Why wouldn't she take the plunge? Why hesitate when she must have been desperate to taste me? "Now or never," I murmured again, pulling on my nipple rings.
She leaned over me again and kissed each hairless outer lip in turn. She was so close but so far. I sensed her warm breath against my cunt flesh, and then her tongue. Licking my mound, my outer pussy lips, she moaned through her nose, her arousal obviously rising, goading her to commit the beautiful lesbian act.
Holding my cunt lips wide apart, she licked the full length of my open slit, my distended sex petals. Arching my back, my stomach rising and falling, I gasped as she licked around my open vaginal entrance, fervently lapping up my flowing honeydew. Moving to my clitoris, her hot tongue circling my pleasure bud, she fingered my cunt again.
"God, that's nice!" I breathed, pulling on the gold rings, stretching my erect nipples, adding to the incredible pleasure coursing through my quivering body. "Ah, ah, I need to come!" My words obviously exciting her, she sucked my clitoris into her hot mouth and swept her tongue over the sensitive tip, taking me to an earth-shuddering climax. Delirious, I flew high above my convulsing body, reaching the epitome of sexual fulfilment, riding the crest of my incredible climax.
