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You know who you are, if it's not legal for you to be reading a story detailing sordid and kinky sexy between a teenage goddess and a butch old enough to be her... older sister. Don't. ;)
Before I get started:
Sorry it's been so long since I wrote last but I've been very, very busy. Thankfully for all you dear things who've written in demanding part 3, your voices have been joined by the one I simply can't ignore. Someone rather special found this story and demanded I finish it. Now, I'm finishing it or facing the consequences. Well, hopefully I can finish and still face the consequences if I'm lucky.
As a late Christmas present to my readers, this entry is a lot longer than the previous two. And a LOT more hardcore. Yes, we got to the sex! Enjoy.
I hadn't been keeping track of time but then, why would I have? I had a gorgeous teenage Goddess kneeling astride my face, grinding the back of my head down into the hardwood as her now damp thong, slick not just from my spit, slid against my lips and tongue. Time wasn't important, except that I didn't want it to end, discomfort and all.
As for why I was uncomfortable, let's recap. I had fallen backwards as Anna pushed me back from my knees. I'd got my right leg straightened out but as I fell my left had got caught up on the coffee table leg. Anna had reached down and rested her weight on my ankle, holding my leg there and pressing my foot down into the floor. My arms were still behind my back, now held there by Anna's body weight. Her boots were against my sides, her metal heels digging in to the bottom of my rib cage, scratching me up as she rocked her hips. I was half suffocated under her damp underwear as her skirt fell down across my eyes. Worse, apart from the stinging slap which I could still feel throbbing, she hadn't even touched my cunt. I ached for her, in more way than one.
Anna was a lot more comfortable and a lot happier. Her head was thrown back and her body arched as her free hand lay against my bald scalp, pulling me forcefully up into her shaved, thinly covered pussy before her hips would rock forward and drive my head back into the floor again. What had started as content murmuring had grown in a crescendo to out and out moans and heavy breaths of pleasure as I drove her thong up into her, eager and hungry for her. My mood wasn't helped by the film still on the TV. My only respite from looking up at my Goddess in ecstasy was to glance across and see Venus up on the kitchen counter top, Belladonna's hand eagerly fucking her cunt as Lauren pumped her ass.
"Make me cum, bitch," Anna panted down at me as Venus' rough lovers dragged her to the couch and Belladonna started to fuck her throat. Anna's fingernails dug into my scalp as her hips bucked erratically. "Bitch," she gasped, "slut." I responded with a low and guttural moan. It suited me at that moment, I really was her bitch. I craned my neck, working her clit like a woman possessed as she drove her hips down into me, her hand gripping me in a vice like grip, her legs tightening and driving those spike heels into my flesh making me wince and whimper. "Fucking make me cum!" She was barking her orders now, making me fear what would happen if I didn't obey and I wanted to obey, I so wanted to.
I whimpered desperately as my best efforts proved futile. She was on the edge, it was obvious. Her thighs were shaking against me, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open as she panted. The hand gripping my head raised up and then fell, slapping the top of my head viciously, which happened to drive my lips up against her and force a whimper from me. My Goddess came. Finally releasing my ankle, letting my straighten my leg with a moan of pure relief as the pain in my knee relented, she arched back, hands planted on my abdomen whilst she ground herself into me, howling unrestrained passion. I'd gotten a lot of girls off in my time, but I had never been so proud.
As Anna came down from her high, I glanced at the television again. Venus was laid out on the couch, gagged, her own stocking stretched over her face, spit dripping from her cheek and chest, dildo hanging out of her abused cunt. I knew just how she felt as my Goddess slid down to kneel astride my chest. I felt the coldness of her cum and my spit covering my cheeks and meeting air. Felt the warm dampness of her cunt pressing against my sternum. I was just as much a used slut as she was. Except I wasn't getting paid.
Suddenly I was brought back to reality by yet another of Anna's trademark backhanded slaps to my face, followed my a warm mouthful of spit landing almost perfectly in my eye and slowly running down my cheek. "For making me wait for it," she explained breathlessly. "Fucking bitch." She placed a hand on my face for support, squashing my nose painfully as she pushed herself to her feet. "Don't move," she said with that wicked smirk playing on her lips again, "I'm going to explore."
I lay there, letting my hands finally move from the small of my back and lie at my sides, breathing heavily as I reflected. In barely twenty minutes this 19 year old girl who looked more like 16 had reduced my to a naked, sweating, horny, panting bitch with a face smeared with her cum and obediently giving her the run of my house, waiting for any attention she cared to give me because I didn't have it in me to disobey. This was not how my sex life went. I was the Top. I was the archetypal bulldyke and proud of it for God's sake! I was supposed to be flipping this little teenage fetish doll over and making her scream. Her terms had gone on long enough.
I pulled myself up by the coffee table, getting up to shaky feet. God, she'd barely touched me and I was quivering with need. Time to get a grip on yourself, Chris. Rubbing the sweat from my eyes and forehead I put one foot in front of the other heading towards my bedroom after Anna. I was going to sneak up on her, pick her up, toss her on the bed and put things on my terms. Of course, that didn't happen. I'd given her just long enough.
As I neared my bedroom Anna emerged from it, leaning on the doorway, my black acrylic cane in one hand, my ring gag hanging from the other and worst... my cock standing proud from under gathered, pleated vinyl. My personal favorite, the one that felt like a part of me. It was long, thick, textured and jet black. Right now it was shining with a slick, fresh layer of lubricant and pointing straight at me. "Suits me, doesn't it?" She grinned, I was staring.
"Oh fuck..." the truth was, it did suit her. She was a picture of contrast, pale flesh and black clothes and black girl dick.
"That good? I'm glad you approve." She grinned, walked towards me, the dildo swaying with every step. I knew just how that felt, I loved it. Loved that sense of arrogant power wearing my cock gave me. Loved looking at a naked girl like she was about to get the fucking of her life, the same look Anna was giving me now. "But I don't remember telling you to stand up!" She spat the words at me, slashed the cane into my thigh. I gasped out in pain, head pulling back instinctively, sucking my breath through my teeth.
Her hand was on my throat, the buckle of the gag pressing against my skin as she seized it, pushing me backwards towards the coffee table. I backed up, short steps, eyes fixed on hers. They were suddenly cold. "I was hoping you'd give me a reason to beat the hell out of you," she admitted coldly as my calves hit the table top. She kept pushing and I found myself flat on my back once more. She looked to the TV where the movie had changed to the next scene. "Hmm," she said, considering it. Jada Fire was having her way with Belladonna. It's a hot scene, one of my favorites. "Black girl dominates white girl." She looked back to me, chuckling as she looked at my nakedness sprawled on my coffee table, a discarded mug upended by my fall, magazines scrunching under me. "Cute, but hardly appropriate." She stepped over to the DVD player and popped the disk out, casually picking another film from my collection. "Wouldn't want you getting ideas, now, would we? Ahah."
She put another disc in, flicking through. It was Belladonna's Fucking Girls Again. I have a lot of Belladonna, did I mention? She went for a scene in the middle, Kimberley Kane. "There now," she said as she tossed the remote to the couch and walked back to me, stroking the slick black cock. "A butch giving it up to a better woman. Much more us." She chuckled, brightly, for a moment before she slashed the cane down across the front of my thighs. I yelped and pulled my knees up to protect myself, which apparently was the plan. She grabbed an ankle and yanked my leg high, bringing the cane down across my ass. I cried out again, but this time my flinching did nothing to free myself from her hold on my ankle.
The beating was savage. Anna relentlessly brought the cane down across my ass with unnerving accuracy. Each stripe was placed just ever so slightly below the last, a nice regular pattern forming. Her tempo was perfect as well. After every stroke she waited for that burning heat to begin to dissipate and just as it was becoming bearable, just as my suffering was lessening, she would lash me again. Any pride or strength I'd ever had was being beaten out of me. I cried out and whimpered without thinking. My mind was entirely occupied by the sensations she was forcing me through. Eventually I heard a light clatter as the acrylic hit the floor, her hand gently stroking my burning ass and making me jump. "There now," she said softly, "much better. Are you going to behave yourself?" I nodded furiously and my Goddess dropped my leg back to the floor. "Good."
The whole time my eyes had been fixed on that dildo. I was petrified. You see, it's time to make a confession. I don't like getting penetrated. Honestly, it just feels weird. Lick me, frig me, worry my clit like an angry dog, go for it. Slip more than the tip of your tongue up in me and I jump like I got electrocuted. I've never liked it, even fingers. I like to finger my lovers, fuck them, fist them. I adore giving penetration, I just get weirded out getting it. I'm what's called 'no recip'. Anna, apparently, didn't know that. Anna, apparently, had other plans.
"So," Anna asked, stood between my legs, "how many girls have you fucked with this cock of yours, bitch?" She smirked, taking hold of my ankles, pulling my legs high and then forcing them wide. "How many have fucked you?"
"None," I admitted quietly, "none of them." I was quiet, subdued, breathy, nervous and terrified but undeniably aroused.
"Oh God," she replied with equal breathiness, "I was hoping you'd say that." On the TV, that beautiful butch had her legs over her head, suspenders dangling across her face as the beautiful, high heeled Belladonna slam-fucked her. Anna glanced at the image, then back to me, pushing my own feet higher. "No woman's ever fucked you?"
"A couple," I admitted. None was for that particular dildo. It wasn't like I'd never been fucked, just not enjoyed it.
"Awww," she smiled, "and there I was hoping I was gonna take your cherry." I bucked violently as the head of my own cock brushed against my cunt, slick and cold. "Calm, shhh, be a good girl," Anna cooed as she slid it back and forth across me. "It'll be fine, you'll see."
I barely had time to react, to compose myself, before she laid one of my legs down on her shoulder. She used her freed hand to grip the dildo and hold it rigid as she breached me. I tried to buck away but she had me folded over, one ankle still firmly gripped in her hand. I took a deep, shuddering breath and then it happened. Anna drove her hips forward, leaning over me as she did. My hips rose as my thighs were forced back to my stomach, that jet black cock I called my own filling me to painful depths. It wasn't, quite, a scream. I yelled, though. The neighbors must have thought I was badly injured as that petite teenage Goddess filled me. Her body was on the back of my legs, giving me the sense of warm flesh and cold vinyl as she leant over me, hands on either side of my shoulders, face above mine.
She hissed out a "Yes," of satisfaction before opening her eyes, shining in delight as they met my own wide open fearful ones. She pursed her lips before spitting another mouthful of her saliva into my face. "Ready to get fucked?" I shook my head no. As aroused as I was I was aching. If a finger felt weird this huge dildo felt agonising. I was sure it must have bruised my insides the force with which she'd driven it inside me. "Do you think I care?" I shook my head no again. "There's a good girl." She smiled. Leaning her entire weight on me, she placed the ring gag that still hung from her hand over my lips. "Open wide."
I did and the metal forced its way behind my teeth. She placed the straps on the table top and her hands over them. She wasn't gagging me, she was pinning me to the table by the gag. The extra force dug the ring into the back of my mouth with cruelty, the straps pulling the corners of my lips, twisting my mouth into a parody of a smile. Then, she fucked me.
She started off slow, which was a blessing, but just because it was slow didn't mean she lacked force. On the contrary, she was a lot stronger than she seemed capable of. Her entire wiry frame was muscle, it seemed, as she drove her hips into mine forcefully. For my part, I was vocal. I didn't quite know what noises to make. I wanted to whimper, to scream, even to moan... wait, to moan?
Yes, it was getting me off. I didn't understand it for a moment, but as I looked into that determined, satisfied and slightly vicious face I felt her thick jet black cock driving into me time and time again and through the fear and the pain it got me off. One of Anna's legs was up on the coffee table now, gaining purchase as she accelerated her fucking. Kimberly and Belladonna were fucking wildly on the TV filling the air with the sounds of sex as my Goddess took me. I gripped at the sides of the table. My mouth was filling with saliva and I gurgled a moan. It was getting hard to breath. I couldn't swallow with that unforgiving metal ring forcing my jaw wide. In desperation I coughed, spluttered and sent my saliva over my cheeks and chin, thick strands of it running down my skin.
Seeing my discomfort, Anna leant close and spit, filling my mouth again, and that's how it went. She grunted, panted, called me her whore as she fucked me viciously, spitting repeatedly. I was getting covered, whether she missed and spit on my face or I was forced to cough the spit out over my lips, I was soaked.
Somewhere in the middle of it, I'd stopped being frightened. I was just feeling fucked. My cunt was twitching at the sensations. I'd never been so aroused. I was openly moaning now, trying to twist my head, trying to thrash in passion but held tight under her body, under her hands holding my face down forcefully. "I think she likes it," Anna observed, laughing hysterically as I tried to nod. "Good!" There was a purr in her voice as she spoke to me now. "Getting fucked suits you," she told me, "you want to cum?" Again I tried to nod.
She moved one hand over my face, holding the ring in place as the other hand moved to my chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make me scream and buck. She lifted her other foot onto the table, squatting on the edge of it as she forced me to double up further, fucking me furiously. She was building up a sweat, my eyes fixed to the glistening, heaving cleavage. She looked beautiful. She looked spectacular.
My Goddess Anna really, really knew how to fuck. I wondered just how she'd got so good at her age. Briefly I wondered how many women she'd pinned down under her and slam-fucked the way she was abusing me now. A sting of jealousy went through me, but was forced out as she twisted my other nipple, turning it 360 and pulling hard. I tried to beg her not to, to tell her the pain was too bad, but I couldn't speak around the gag, the steel ring holding my jaw open. I just succeeded in nearly choking myself on my own saliva and spluttered it over my face once more.
Anna's eyes were fixed on mine and I couldn't look away. Her face was a vision of passion, she was determined to fuck me, to make me feel used. She was arrogant, superior, powerful, dominant and she knew it. She was in control of me, a woman far larger, far more powerful than her and it was so very easy for her. This was no ordinary university student. "Bitch," she panted and I twitched, my entire body reacting to just one simple word. "Slut," she spat, I jerked. "Cum!" She screamed the order in my face and I complied. Flashes of light ignited behind my eyes as I jerked. My legs tensed and forced her off me, lifting her upright and making her wrap an arm around my knees to steady herself. I screamed, head arching back until my weight rested on the crown of my head. It was my first penetrative orgasm and my cunt was going crazy, twitching and spasming around her cock. Not mine, any more. I was grasping her so tight as she pulled out to thrust into me it was tugging the harness out from her body, the shaft trapped inside of me. We were both dripping with sweat of effort and lust.
She rode me through my climax and then slumped down onto her arms again, my legs falling open around her, feet hitting the floor with a bruising thud as I lost the ability to hold them up. "Good girl," she said softly, "I told you it'd be alright."
I swallowed, relieved that I could. The gag had slipped during my thrashing and had caught across my nose, the leather strap that held the buckle falling across my eye, forcing it shut. My other eye was open, staring at my Mistress. "Thank you," I whispered hoarsely. I wanted to go on, to tell her how much I felt for her at that moment, that I was hers, but all that came out was "Thank you."
She smiled, not the vicious predatory smirk, a genuine affectionate smile. She stroked my spit-slick cheek, smearing the mixed saliva of two passionate lovers over my face. "You're welcome, my sweet bitch." I moaned, very quietly. Bitch... the word I'd used for so many of the girls I'd landed in my bed, the simple word that put me in charge and kept me from having to remember names, had become my title. One I carried proudly.
Anna dismounted, as gracefully as she could manage. It wasn't easy. The surface of the table had become slippery with spilt, long-cold tea from that upended mug, saliva that had run from my face and a lot of sweat. Her vinyl practically squeaked against her as she moved, her own skin sweat-soaked under the delightfully artificial material. I was proud that she seemed just a touch unsteady on her feet. Still, she managed to walk around the table, hooking two fingers into my mouth to encourage me to slide along it. As I moved I felt sweat-soaked paper from a magazine clinging to my back, rustling as I shifted. It was unpleasant but it was insignificant. It felt right. It wasn't soft sheets and mattresses. It was hard edged, soaked, messy. It was perfect.
"Let's sort that gag out," she said quietly, almost absently. She slide the metal ring back to my mouth and this time ran the leather around the back of my head and buckled it into place. "That's better..." She grinned down at me. "Now, I tested before I came out, and I think I know exactly why you own that gag." She stroked my cheek gently, then slapped it sharply, slipped two fingers into the gag and pulled. I squirmed along the table with her until she could force my head down, hanging free off the edge of the table. Crouching, her free hand moved the tip of her girl dick, slimy with lube and my cum, to my lips. "For encouraging unwilling cock suckers, am I right?"
I whimpered, frowning slightly at the implication. I might have found some way past my dislike of penetration for Anna, but this was different. Still, she cared just as little no matter how she was going to fuck me. She pushed her hips forward, slipping the cock past my lips. It tasted vile. Not my cum, I was used to that. I liked it, too. No, it was the bitter tang of lubricant and the plastic taste of rubber. I'd never been into flavoured lubes. I liked my lovers to be uncomfortable when I forced fucked their throats. It seemed Anna shared my opinion.
She wrapped a hand around my throat as she shoved the dildo in past my gag reflex. I knew exactly what she was doing, she wanted to feel my throat distend around the broad tip. I'd done it myself, I didn't know how often. Like a good struggling bitch I gagged for her, my throat clenching as I choked what saliva I had left out over her cock and harness. I was frankly amazed I had any left. Hanging upside down as I was, the saliva ran its way up my face, gathering in my eyelashes. I realised spit wasn't the only thing coldly running across my skin. There were tears in my eyes.
Anna squeezed my throat harder. "Easy now," she cautioned, "plenty more to go yet. We're not done until I get your lips up against the harness, understood?" She'd put the head of her cock right at the back of my throat, as I nodded, I gagged myself, wincing and whimpering as I instinctively pulled away. I was suffering, but at least Anna laughed.
She hadn't stopped laughing when she started to fuck my throat, each thrust making me gag, twitch and writhe on the table-top, each thrust taking her dildo a little deeper into my throat. As she gave my throat a workout her hands were free to entertain themselves. They started with my nipples again, squeezing and tugging on them, making me whimper awkwardly around the thick rubber shaft.
They moved down across my stomach, raking her nails across my flesh leaving little parallel red streaks on my flesh. Further down, to my inner thighs, squeezing and raking them. Then a sharp spank on my freshly abused cunt. I screamed, a gurgling sound with saliva dribbling from my lips as she took the chance to thrust a little deeper into my throat. She spanked again, thrust deeper. The tears were flowing freely now as she abused my body. Any thoughts of trying to regain control of the night were gone from me now. I was Anna's. The idea that I had ever questioned that seemed strange and alien as finally I smelt leather and arousal, her harness pressing against my lips.
"Good girl, what a good bitch." She was stroking my cheek, her cock still buried in my throat. I craved the praise, I purred in pleasure, but I needed to breath. She wasn't relenting, grinding her hips against my face. "Such a good little bitch," she cooed, fucking me throat with just the last inch of dildo. My eyes were wide and streaming, my choking and gagging constant. I was simultaneously content and terrified. I wanted to breath, needed to. I was going to choke to death around her cock but I knew she wouldn't let that happen. She pulled free, ropes of spit falling across my face up to my forehead and across my eyes, forcing them shut again. I gasped for breath as I felt the wet rubber lying against my throat. "I've very proud." I smiled in pure unmitigated pride.
Stepping back, my Goddess was looking down at me. I was looking up at her, blurred and unclear through spit closed eyes. "You look like wonderful," she informed me and I glowed, "utterly fucked." That was just about the best possible description of me right then, marked, slick, sweating, gagged and covered in my own phlegm on my utterly destroyed coffee table, covered in the sticky streaks of torn soaked paper and spilt drink.
Anna looked perfect. She was still fully dressed, everything perfectly arranged. As she unbuckled and slipped off the strap on harness her skirt fell back into place. Her hair was practically untouched. Apart from the sheen of sweat covering her entire body you would never have known she had done anything but relaxed all evening. I couldn't think of anything more fitting. There I was, an abused wreck. There she was, as beautiful as the moment I had first seen her. "I suppose," she said, in a tone of gentle consideration, "you've deserved a treat. Would you like to taste me, girl?"
"Yes," the response was instant, automatic. It also sounded more like 'yeth' through the ring gag, but that was neither here nor there. Anna turned, flicking the back of her skirt up. She backed towards me and pulled her thong aside, exposing her sweet asshole.
"Enjoy, bitch. You earnt it." She leant back, pressing my spread lips between her cheeks, letting my tongue snake out and explore her opening. It was salty with sweat and it tasted delicious. I'd have preferred to taste her sweet pussy, but I wasn't going to turn down the offer of getting my tongue against her flesh for the first time. I drove my tongue forcefully through the ring of muscle, adoring the gasp I forced from my Goddess' lips. She hissed in pleasure as my tongue curled inside of her. "Fuck my ass," she encouraged. I didn't need it, but it worked. I tensed my tongue, forcing it straight and hard, thrusting between my lips to fuck that teen asshole.
Ass play was far from my favourite activity, but it was enough for me then and there. She let me tongue her eagerly as on the TV Belladonna moaned wildly, a baseball bat sliding into her ass as my tongue fucked my Mistress'. Anna moaned with almost as much enthusiasm, grinding back on my face as her fingers stroked herself through her thong, bringing herself to a quick and from the sounds of it and the feel of the spasms around my tongue, a satisfying one.
Then she left.
My Goddess simply slipped her thong back into place, turned and kissed me sweetly on the lips, told me "Thank you, Chris. I'll see you around." and walked out of the door.
I was stunned.
I lay there, head spinning for what must have been another ten minutes, my body slowly relaxing from the most intense sexual experience of my life as the sounds of Belladonna and Melissa Lauren washed over me, reminding me of the debauchery I was lying in the remains of. Eventually I hauled myself upright, wincing as my weight set down on the stripes Anna had left on my ass. I unbuckled the ring gag and let it fall in my lap. Looking to the TV I laughed, my voice croaky. Belladonna was tongue fucking her lover, enthusiastic and needy. It was familiar. I rolled off the table and onto my knees, using the couch for support. Reaching for the remote I shut the dvd player off for the night, hauled myself up onto the leather and contemplated the journey to my bed. I fell asleep still contemplating.
End of chapter 3. Sex at last!
Chris (blkbutch@gmail.com)
So there it is, the story of my first encounter with Anna. Now told in its entirety. I told you this was longer and more hardcore.
Of course, there are more stories to tell. This is the end but also a beginning. You see, I got a text message from Anna the next morning that twisted things up yet again. If you want to know what happened, let me know.
I'm as much a slut for feedback as I am for heels so please, write me, tell me what you love, what you hate and MOST IMPORTANT... do you want to see part 4, which begins with a text message from Anna and sees me fucking in a bathroom stall?