by Ray Gordon
'Now that's a thought,' Samantha giggled. 'Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll wash you with my tongue. I'll lick you clean. Your pussy, your bottom, under your arms... I'll tongue-wash your beautiful body every day.'
Pushing her tongue into the girl's yawning anal portal, Samantha licked the dank walls of her rectal canal. Savouring the taste of her secret duct, she pressed her wet lips against the delicate tissue of her anus and sucked hard. She was addicted to analingus, she knew as she felt dizzy in her arousal. The perfume of the girl's anal gully, the taste of her bottom-hole... Deciding to refresh the taste, she moved to the mantelpiece and grabbed the candle that Anne had used as an anal dildo on Samantha's bottom. Running her fingertips along the waxen shaft as she settled behind the girl, she licked the rounded end, lubricating the dildo in readiness for the penetration of the teenager's rectum.
'You'll like this,' she breathed, easing the end of the candle into the girl's contracting anal inlet. 'This is the candle you pushed up my bum. Now it's your turn for a dildo bum-fucking.' Giggling, Samantha watched the waxen phallus sink inch by inch into the girl's anal hole. Gasping, Anne trembled uncontrollably as the tapered shaft progressively opened her tight anus, stretching the delicate tissue surrounding her private portal as Samantha continued to push the phallus deep into the hot core of her body.
Twisting the candle, she withdrew the phallus until the rounded end emerged and again eased it deep into Anne's anal canal. Anal-fucking the girl slowly, gently, she grinned as she noticed a trickle of cunt-milk glistening on the pale flesh of Anne's inner thigh. The girl was loving the anal abuse, she knew as she continued her pulling and pushing. The anal-slimed wax shaft repeatedly emerging and sinking deep into the girl's bowels, Samantha slipped her free hand between Anne's thighs and located the solid bulb of her clitoris with her fingertip.
'That's nice,' Anne breathed as Samantha continued the crude anal pistoning and massaged the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris. The girl's vaginal juices filling the palm of her hand, Samantha massaged Anne's clitoris faster, taking her ever nearer to her sexual heaven as she arse-fucked her tight rectum with the candle. The girl's naked body shaking uncontrollably, her cunt-milk flowing freely from her gaping vaginal entrance, she began whimpering as her clitoris swelled to an incredible size. Moving forward, Samantha licked her bottom-hole as the sensitive tissue of her anus rolled back and forth along the waxen dildo. Tasting her there, her saliva lubricating the candle, she massaged Anne's clitoris fervently as the girl screamed out in the grip of her lesbian-induced orgasm.
'Yes,' she cried. 'Fuck my arse harder and faster.' Increasing her anal thrusting rhythm, Samantha licked the girl's stretched anal tissue and massaged her pulsating clitoris more rapidly still as her hand filled with the teenager's lubricious orgasmic juices. Anne lifted her head off the sofa, her eyes rolling as her orgasm peaked and shook her to the core. Again and again, waves of orgasmic bliss crashed throughout her trembling body as her lesbian lover dildo-fucked her spasming rectum and sustained her cuntal pleasure with her vibrating fingertips.
The candle shooting out of Anne's anal canal like a bullet as Samantha momentarily released the shaft, the girl's bottom-hole lay bared, gaping wide open as if inviting a wet tongue. Wasting no time, Samantha locked her lips to Anne's anal ring and drove her tongue deep into the heat of her rectum. Breathing in the refreshed scent of her anal gully, her taste-buds alive, her mouth watering, she tongue-fucked the girl with a vengeance. Her hand overflowing with the girl's vaginal fluid, she massaged the lubricious cream into the swollen pads of the teenager's outer lips as she continued her lesbian masturbating and arse-tonguing.
'No more,' Anne finally cried, her naked body shaking violently as she rested her head on the sofa, panting for breath. Slowing her clitoral massaging to a gentle rhythm, bringing out the last ripples of sex from the girl's deflating clitoris, Samantha pushed her tongue deep into her anal canal, savouring the taste of her inner core. Sliding her tongue out of Anne's hot duct, she licked the full length of her rectal-scented gully, holding her firm buttocks wide apart to allow better access to her secret flesh. Anne's naked body calming as she recovered from her massive orgasm, her breathing slow and deep, she closed her eyes and wallowed in the illicit pleasure that her lover's tongue was bringing her.
'I love your bottom-hole,' Samantha murmured, rubbing her mouth over Anne's anus.
'I'd never have guessed,' Anne giggled, lifting her head off the sofa. 'You can tongue-bath me every day from now on.'
'Mmm, I'd love that,' Samantha murmured, rubbing her face against the inner flesh of the younger girl's anal crevice. 'God, you taste heavenly. I love breathing in the perfume of your sweet bottom. It's like a drug, I just can't get enough.'
'Well, that's going to have to be enough for now. I must get dressed and—'
'Oh no you don't,' Samantha cut in, sitting back on her heels. 'You'll walk around the flat naked.'
'What, all the time?'
'Yes, why not?'
'So you can lick my bottom-hole whenever you feel like it?'
'Of course. No dress, no panties... Completely naked at all times.'
'Even now?' Anne laughed as the front doorbell rang.
'Even now,' Samantha said, leaping to her feet. 'Hide your panties and bra and I'll see who it is.'
'I'll go to the bedroom and—'
'Oh no you won't. You'll stay here, naked.'
'But... Sam, you don't even know who it is.'
'I'm about to find out. Wait there.'
Walking through the hall, the scent of Anne's anal ring filling her nostrils as she licked her full lips, Samantha imagined taking Dave into the lounge and watching his expression as he gazed at Anne's naked body. She was surprised that Anne hadn't dashed into the bedroom when the doorbell rang. Perhaps she relished the idea of showing off her beautiful body. Opening the door, Samantha frowned as she stared at Rob. He must have followed her home from the park.
'What are you doing here?' she asked him.
'I've been to the park a couple of times but you weren't there. We were supposed to meet at ten.'
'Something came up,' Samantha said, wondering whether to invite him in. 'So, you did follow me home.'
'Yes, I did. I'm sorry, Sam. I know it was wrong but... well, here I am.'
'You'd better come in,' she said, opening the door further. 'Er... my sister is in the lounge,' she murmured. 'Come through and I'll introduce you.'
'Oh, right. Thanks. I really do apologize for following you, Sam.'
'That's OK,' she said, walking into the lounge and grinning at Anne. 'Sarah, this is Rob. Rob is a friend of mine.'
'Pleased to meet you,' Anne said, smiling as the man focused on her breasts before lowering his eyes to the hairless flesh of her vulva. 'Sorry, I was about to get dressed.'
'Oh, er...' Rob stammered, his wide-eyed stare fixed on her naked pussy crack. 'Sorry, I...'
'Sarah doesn't mind people seeing her naked,' Samantha said, wondering what Rob thought of her boyish figure. 'Sorry I couldn't meet you in the park, Rob. Things got pretty hectic and I just couldn't make it.'
'That's all right,' he replied, unable to take his gaze off the girl's naked body.
'Did you wait long?'
'Er... about half an hour or so.'
'Sit down, Rob,' Samantha invited him, pointing to the sofa. 'Would you like a tea or coffee?'
'No, no, I'm fine, thanks,' he replied, sitting on the sofa.
Gazing in amazement as Anne turned her back to him and bent over, Rob focused on the hairless vaginal lips nestling beneath her bottom-hole. Anne was fiddling with the video recorder, her feet wide apart as she took a tape out of the machine. Samantha knew that she was deliberately displaying the swollen lips of her pussy as she pushed the tape back into the machine. She had the right idea, Samantha mused. She was a girl after her own heart, there was no doubt about that.
Sitting next to Rob as Anne finally left the video recorder and plonked hersel
f down in the armchair, Samantha concealed a grin as the girl lay back and parted her thighs. Rob must have thought it odd that she should blatantly display herself, Samantha thought. His disbelieving stare glued to her partially open sex crack, the bulge in his trousers was all too obvious. He'd have given anything to mouth-fuck the girl, Samantha was sure, as Anne nonchalantly parted her thighs a little further.
'We'll have to go out for a drink one evening,' Rob said, finally managing to drag his stare away from Anne's vulval crack.
'Yes, I'd like that,' Samantha replied.
'I didn't realize that you lived with your sister. It must be nice to have some company.'
'Yes, it is. Sarah came to live with me when our parents moved abroad. What with Sarah's school and everything, they thought it best.'
'School, yes,' Rob murmured.
'We get on pretty well, don't we, Sarah?' Samantha asked the girl.
'Yes, we do,' Anne replied. 'You're not as strict as Mum.'
'I can be, my girl,' Samantha giggled. 'Especially if you don't do your homework.'
'She's got a thing about homework,' Anne sighed, smiling at Rob.
'And so she should have,' he said, his eyes again locked to the pouting lips of Anne's vulva. 'It's important to do well at school.'
'I suppose I'd better get dressed,' Anne said, leaving the armchair and deliberately standing close to Rob as she asked Samantha about her school uniform.
'It'll be ready by the morning,' Samantha said. 'Don't worry about it.'
Gazing at the girl's rounded buttocks as she left the room, Rob was obviously amazed by the way she had no qualms about displaying her body. Samantha noticed again the bulge in his trousers, and wondered whether to haul his cock out and give him a quick wank. But it was Anne he'd want to get his hands on, she was sure. Slipping his huge cock into the sheath of her pink pussy, sucking on her petite breasts... There was no doubt that he'd love to fuck her senseless.
'I saw you with a girl in the park the other day,' Rob said. 'Only she was blonde.'
'Ah, that was a friend of mine,' Samantha replied, wondering when he'd seen her with Anne.
'It looked like Sarah, but... Has Sarah changed her hair colour?'
'No, no, she hasn't. The blonde girl was a friend. It wasn't Sarah.'
'Oh, right. Would her name be Anne?'
'Anne?' Samantha echoed, reckoning that Rob must have spied through the gap in the fence and seen her with Anne - and heard her mention her name to the young man. 'I don't know anyone called Anne.'
'That's odd.'
'Why, Rob? What is it?'
'It's just that, I'm sure it's the same girl.'
'Sarah hasn't dyed her hair, Rob,' Samantha stated firmly, her suspicion rising as she recalled the blackmailer wanting to meet Anne at the same time that Samantha was supposed to have met Rob. 'Sarah lives with me, Rob. My sister is auburn-haired, always has been.'
'Oh, well. Not to worry,' he sighed. 'I'd better be going. Thanks for inviting me in. And I really am sorry that I followed you to your flat.'
'And phoned me? Are you sorry about that?'
'Phoned...? OK; I'll put my hand up.'
'So it was you, Rob? Why try to blackmail me, for God's sake?'
'I saw you and Anne - Sarah - behind the fence with some man and... I thought that perhaps I'd get the opportunity to—'
'Screw her?'
'Well, yes.'
'Christ, you didn't have to use blackmail.'
'Sam, I don't know what to say. She is Anne Wilkinson, isn't she?'
'Yes, I am,' Anne said, appearing in the doorway in all her naked glory.
'I thought so. How come you look—?'
'It's a long story, Rob,' Samantha said. 'And one that you'd never believe. So much for all this crap about wanting to be with me, wanting to go out with me. You just wanted to get your cock up Anne's cunt.'
'I... I meant what I said, Sam. Yes, I would like to...'
'We're wasting time,' Samantha breathed. 'Fifty pounds, and she'll do anything.'
'Sam,' Anne gasped. 'You're making me out to be—'
'Not in front of a client, please, Anne. I can be strict, remember? Start by sucking Rob's cock. He likes that.' Settling on the floor between Rob's feet, Anne unzipped his trousers and hauled out his erect penis. Rob lifted his buttocks clear of the sofa as she released his belt and tugged his trousers down. Tossing the trousers and his shoes to one side, she spread his thighs and licked the fleshy sac of his scrotum. He gazed at her angelic face, her succulent lips, her pink tongue, as she licked the base of his twitching cock. Running her tongue up and down the veined shaft of his huge organ, Anne held his foreskin between her finger and thumb and fully retracted the fleshy hood. Sitting beside Rob, Samantha watched the girl as she tasted the rim of Rob's glans, her eyes sparkling as she finally swallowed his purple knob. Her taut lips encompassing the veined shaft of his cock, she kneaded his rolling balls, adding to his obviously amazing pleasure as he gasped and trembled.
'She's good at cocksucking,' Samantha said, gazing at the expression of sheer ecstasy on Rob's face.
'God, yes,' he breathed. 'She's... she's amazing.'
'She always swallows,' Samantha giggled. 'She can't get enough spunk.'
'Anne Wilkinson,' he murmured, 'was—'
'She's not Anne Wilkinson,' Samantha laughed as Anne bobbed her head up and down, repeatedly taking the man's bulbous knob to the back of her throat. 'I must admit that she looks very much like the girl from what I remember of the photographs in the paper at the time. But she's not her.'
'God, that's nice,' Rob gasped, watching Anne's full lips hugging the rim of his helmet as she expertly tongued his knob-slit.
Was this how things were meant to turn out? Samantha pondered the matter, listening to the slurping sounds of crude sex. A girl living in her flat, sucking off a client, offering sex in return for money... Samantha wondered if the dancing school was her destiny. If she moved to Australia, far away from the school, would she find herself returning to England and owning the mansion? Could the future be changed? She contemplated these questions, gazing at Anne's pink tongue running around the purple rim of Rob's glans. Her marriage to John, two sons... Doubting that she could change her fate, she slipped her panties down her legs and grabbed Rob's hand. Placing his fingers on the fleshy swell of her naked vulval lips, she ordered him to bring her off.
'You two really are amazing,' he breathed, massaging the solid nub of Samantha's clitoris as Anne gobbled and sucked on his ballooning glans.
'We get better,' Samantha giggled. 'You can fuck Anne's tight little bottom-hole later, and mine.'
'I think I'm going to become a regular visitor,' he chuckled, slipping his finger deep into Samantha's sex-drenched pussy sheath. 'God, I'm... I'm coming.'
His face grimacing as Anne held his throbbing knob between her full lips and tongued its silky-smooth plum, he pumped out his creamy spunk and gave a long moan of pleasure. Samantha watched his orgasmic cream running down his twitching shaft as the girl's mouth overflowed. Doing her best to swallow his gushing spunk, she wanked his huge shaft, his balls bouncing as he parted his thighs wider and finger-fucked Samantha's rhythmically contracting cunt.
The sound of Anne's slurping mouth as she gobbled and drank the man's spunk, the squelching of her own vaginal juices as Rob pistoned her tight cunt... Samantha relaxed and wallowed in her sea of debauchery, drowning in her lust as the sounds of debased sex resounded around the lounge. It was a good idea to have Anne wander naked around the flat, she decided. Callers would part with their money in exchange for the chance to fuck the girl's naked body. They'd see the wares on display. Anne's tightly closed vaginal slit, the hairless lips of her pussy, her petite breasts. And they'd be unable to refuse the delights she had to offer.
Pulling Rob's fingers out of her contracting vagina, Samantha stood on the sofa with her feet either side of his hips, her gaping valley of desire only inches from his face as Anne continued to drink
from his orgasming knob. Wasting no time, the man grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, her pussy lips pressing hard against his mouth as he drove his tongue deep into her pleasure sheath.
'Lick my dirty cunt out,' she breathed, her crude words heightening not only Rob's arousal but hers. She could feel her juices of lust mingling with his saliva, streaming from her tongued cunt and running in rivers down the pale flesh of her inner thighs. Anne's tongue probing between the firm cheeks of her naked buttocks, she knew that the girl had drained his balls and sucked his cock dry before the temptation to tongue-fuck her lesbian lover's bottom-hole had got the better of her.
Two tongues, darting in and out of her sex holes, her cunt-milk gushing from her vaginal entrance, Samantha cried out as Rod moved up her drenched vulval crack and sucked the solid bud of her clitoris into his wet mouth. Her orgasm finally erupting within her pulsating joy buzzer, she clung to Rob's head to steady her shaking body as Anne's tongue delved even deeper into the dank heat of her rectum. Never had she known such pleasure, never had she realized the amazing delights her body held. Her time with Zak had been...
Trying not to think of Zak, she shuddered as her orgasm finally began to recede. Unable to stand on her sagging legs as the wet tongues slurped around her love holes and repeatedly entered her sex ducts, she almost fell off the sofa and lay on the floor on her back. Shuddering, her long blonde hair wet with the perspiration of sex, she watched as Anne grabbed Rob's solid cock and began sucking on his bulbous knob again. The man was incredible, Samantha mused. Despite his age, he had the staying power of a teenage lad.
'Wait,' Samantha breathed, dragging her trembling body off the floor and sitting on the sofa. 'Stand up and turn round,' she ordered Anne. 'That's it. Now, bend over and I'll guide Rob's cock deep into your sweet little bottom.' As the girl took her position, Samantha eyed the tight hole of her anus. Anne needed a little lubrication, she decided, ordering Rob to lick her there. Immediately complying, the man leaned forward and parted the girl's pert buttocks, his wet tongue snaking around Anne's anal inlet as Samantha grabbed the massive shaft of his cock and rolled his foreskin back and forth over his purple globe.