by Violet Blue
“I thought you could make me feel things that he can’t.”
Fanny looked down at the sight before her, the open mouth, the open legs, the open pussy, and then she felt a flood in her own hand. “Fuck, Wanda. You aren’t wrong.”
There were so many places to start, Fanny suddenly couldn’t move. She wanted to kiss Wanda, search her mouth, suck on her tongue, taste her pussy on her lips. She wanted to crawl between Wanda’s legs and eat her out. She wanted to get the dildo that Wanda surely brought along and fuck Wanda with it until she passed out. She wanted so much at the same time it was dizzying, and all the time her own need was screaming to her from between her legs. It had to be her first; she owed her that much.
Fanny sat back on her heels and pulled Wanda forward. She touched her sex softly, first through the damp blouse and then with her bare hands. Wanda jumped and purred. “That’s it. Open up to me. Show me how hot you are.” When she slipped her middle finger inside, they both purred. “You’re so hot inside.”
“Oh. Please.”
Fanny pressed her finger in slowly before pulling it out and greedily popping it in her mouth. “Mmm. You’re sweet. Your pussy’s so sweet.” Wanda cried out and blindly grabbed for Fanny’s hand, her foot, anything to get the friction back. When Fanny had tasted enough, she touched her wet fingers to the hood of Wanda’s clit and gently pushed back, exposing the engorged tip to the air.
“Ah, fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
“I will. I want you to get real nice and wet for me first.” The blood racing in her own sex was becoming harder to ignore, especially with Wanda’s pussy advertising its need all over Wanda’s labia, the sheets, and Fanny’s mouth. Fanny wanted to get her off so she could get off. She thought about straddling Wanda’s face, letting Wanda trace her swollen lips and the protruding tip of her clit through her panties for a while, but she was afraid that might send her over the edge first. And she knew if she crawled on top of her, rode her, crushed their hips together as they ground their pussies together, Wanda might just up and leave her boyfriend.
Fanny shook that dangerous thought from her mind.
“I think I need to make you come right now,” Fanny grunted. “I want to watch you masturbate like when you’re alone, watching women fucking themselves on your TV, thinking about your boyfriend’s cock inside you…or me inside you.” Wanda hissed as she rubbed circles around her clit faster and faster. Fanny watched, and then took over, but did it slower, and stroked the swell of her labia rather than the exposed clitoris. “Gentle, Wanda. Like this.” She grabbed for the blouse and used it to tease the opening of Wanda’s vagina. It thanked her with several drops of fluid.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Fanny smiled and slipped the tip of the material inside Wanda’s vagina. When she rubbed the sopping material over the sensitive flesh, more fluid spilled out on Fanny’s hand.
“Baby. Look how wet you are.”
“I want to see,” Wanda groaned as she curved up and lifted the scarf from her eyes. She couldn’t see much, but she felt the torrent on her fingers. The more she moved, the more Fanny stroked her with the wet material, the more juices seeped from her sex. She lay back, re-covered her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the surprise on her face. “Oh, my god…oh, my god,” she groaned as her fingers raced between her legs, “I’m so wet… I’m so fucking wet…I’m so fucking wet!”
“I want to eat you so bad.”
Wanda spread her labia apart with her hand and licked her mouth. “Fucking eat me,” she grunted forcefully. “Make me come in your mouth.”
Fanny took a deep breath and licked her way from inside Wanda’s thigh, up to her puffy mons, and then quickly up to her pert breasts. She’d expected the thankful-but-frustrated panting as she suckled Wanda’s nipples to hard peaks. What she didn’t expect was how hard she was rubbing her crotch against Wanda’s thigh. And how hard she was breathing. And she really hadn’t foreseen how the sight, the touch, the pungent scent of Wanda’s dripping pussy made her own juices rage. She wanted to slow down, take a few deep breaths, but Wanda was rolling and gushing like a river in front of her, and six months was long enough to wait. She pressed her nose and mouth against Wanda’s sex, and they both mumbled sharp curses.
“Yes. Fanny, please eat my pussy. Lick me, baby…lick me.” As her tongue curled around the swollen inner lips, Wanda fell apart even faster than Fanny could have ever dreamed. “Yes. Right there. Eat me. Eat me. Put your tongue inside me.” Fanny held Wanda’s thighs in place and gently fucked her with her outstretched tongue. When she looked up, Wanda was alternately squeezing her nipples and sucking on her fingers. Fanny wondered what that would be like, inside Wanda’s mouth, but she had to drink her first.
“Watch me eat you.” At first Wanda bit her lip like she had to think about it, but when she felt Fanny’s tongue flicking against her clit, she howled and ripped the makeshift blindfold off. “Yes,” Fanny growled as their eyes met. “Eating your pussy is getting me so damn wet.”
“Yeah.” Wanda’s eyes glistened like her sex. “I want to see for myself.”
Fanny replaced her tongue with her fingers, curling them upward to find the urethral sponge. When she pressed into it, Wanda looked like she might cry. “You want to return the favor?” Fanny hissed as she fucked with her fingers and rubbed Wanda’s clit with her thumb. Wanda’s eyes grew wide. “Tell me what you really want, baby.” Fanny opened her mouth wide against Wanda’s sex, forming a tight seal so that nothing could stand in the way of her tongue’s assault against the very tip of the clitoris. Once Wanda was pulsing against her face and wailing like she was in pain, Fanny growled, “And then you’ll get it,” and went all out, flicking her tongue and fingers mercilessly at the very base of the clitoris, until she heard it.
“I…I want to fuck you, Fanny.” And it was obvious, by the way Wanda’s legs went impossibly wide, by the way her voice went impossibly high, by the impossible amount of hot liquid seeping out of her pussy and all over Fanny’s awaiting tongue. She cursed over and over as she came down, hands sliding along the wetness between her legs and underneath her. When she finally stopped moaning, she looked down at Fanny and smiled. “I’ve never…I got all over the bed.”
“You sure did.” Fanny looked down at the moisture Wanda left on her chin. Wanda saw it, blushed, then looked down at Fanny’s breasts and her damp panties and blushed more.
“Come here,” she said, easily. “I want to feel your pussy against mine.”
When Fanny climbed on top and felt Wanda rip her panties off, she knew she didn’t have long. When she felt the body underneath her, the breasts and the swell of the belly and the stickiness between the legs, she knew she would come before she wanted to, before she’d have the chance to show Wanda how she really liked to be fucked. When Wanda pulled her down and greedily kissed hard and hot and open-mouthed without asking first, Fanny could already feel the warmth spooling below her waist. Then Wanda tilted her hips, and they both arched, and they were suddenly at the perfect angle. She could feel Wanda’s sex all sticky and open and warm against hers. She shivered and thrust against her, increasing the friction between her clit and Wanda’s clit, her sex and Wanda’s sex, her and Wanda. She smiled. “I’m gonna—”
“But I wanted to eat you out first,” Wanda murmured, smiling and serious and still so very wet. Fanny saw the promise in Wanda’s eyes and in Wanda’s hand suddenly buried in her pussy, and she finally fell apart.
An hour later, Wanda peeled herself from the bed. Fanny suddenly felt very naked. “I thought you got the room for the whole night.”
“I did, but.” Wanda looked at the sheets with a hint of embarrassment. “The sheets are so, um, damp. I can’t sleep on them.”
“Oh. Yeah, you’re right. I guess we can check out early.” Fanny clumsily went about finding her clothes, hopelessly trying to ignore Wanda’s eyes on her back and the silly lump in her stomach. When she went for the camera, she found it was dead. “Shit. The battery ran out. I don’t
know how much it got.”
“That’s okay.”
Fanny packed the camcorder in the case. “I’ll look at it on my computer and try to burn it to DVD this weekend. When do you want it?”
Wanda walked over and took the camcorder out of the case and turned it over in her hands nervously. “Could I come over and watch it with you? I’d like to see what it looks like. Would that be okay?”
“Sure, but we have to download it to my computer before we can watch it.” Fanny held her breath.
“Yeah. I know,” Wanda said with a twinkle in her eye, “I have the same camera.”
ON LOAN
Lauren Wright
“He’ll be in room fourteen-oh-eight,” she heard Steve saying over her cell phone. She couldn’t tell if he was excited on her behalf, but he had apparently gone to some effort to arrange this meeting.
“Thanks,” she answered.
“Have a good time.”
“I really think I will,” she said with a little smile. “Thanks for everything, Steve. I’m a lucky girl to have you, you know.”
“Yes, you are. But you can pay me back later,” her lover said, his intonation insinuating there were many delicious ways in which she could thank him for his generosity. “Anyway, you should probably head up. Like I said, have a good time. ’Bye, sexy.”
“ ’Bye.”
She wondered if anybody in the lobby could tell what she was up to. It was hard not to feel self-conscious, hard not to feel like they could look right through her knee-length black trench coat to see the revealing lingerie beneath. She walked to the elevators and entered one that was, she was glad to note, empty. As the floors ticked by, she came to terms with her situation.
She’d always told Steve that she’d love to be lent out. It was a fantasy she’d harbored for years, one that had consumed her on many a lonely night. She pictured herself as a precious toy, one that men would beg for a chance with. Not a hooker, but not entirely independent, either: a coveted, priceless fuck toy to be treated with respect, yet used with abandon. Steve had always promised to make that a reality for her, but when he told her last week that he’d talked it over with a friend who he trusted, she was admittedly surprised. He would be waiting, Steve told her, in the Hyatt. He’d call and give her the room number. All she had to do was show up in something sexy, and let this man take advantage of her. Just the thought of it had sent thrills up and down her belly.
So she’d gone shopping, bought the naughtiest, girliest little piece of lingerie that she could find: a pink push-up bra with little black bows, and a tiny, short matching pink skirt, with garters to hold her black thigh-high stockings up. She’d carefully groomed the satiny chestnut hair that flowed down her back into sexy waves and made up her face artfully. A few sprays of perfume to her chest and back had completed the effect, and made her feel perfect, feminine, and sexy. As the scent of her own perfume wafted up from under her coat, she inhaled and closed her eyes. The feel of the bra pushing her breasts up, the silky lining of her coat slipping against exposed flesh, and the feeling of cool air against her naked cunt was making her heart beat faster already. Walking through the lobby like that had made her feel like a very dirty girl indeed. Now she was heading upstairs to meet a man she’d never met and let him have his way with her. The thought scared and excited her at once.
A little bell rang, and she exited at the fourteenth floor, searching the hall for room 1408. Reaching the door that lay at the end of the hall she stood still for a moment, composing herself. If she didn’t knock, she could turn back, but she would regret it forever. She inhaled deeply and knocked, nervously wondering what kind of man waited behind that door.
“Come in,” she heard a man’s voice speak from inside the room. Apparently, she was to come to him.
Entering the dimly lit room, she tossed her coat aside immediately. Fear and timidity were not what she’d envisioned: this was no place for hesitation. Slowly passing the bathroom to her right, she saw a curtained window straight ahead, and next to the king-sized bed, the shadowy, lithe outline of a man in a well-cut business suit. Her eyes scanned this stranger’s well-formed body appreciatively, but stopped abruptly when they met his face.
This man was no stranger. He was someone she’d known her whole life. Often at family parties, always part of her father’s gang, he was practically an uncle. Her dad and Nick had been friends for as long as she could remember, and his white smile, tanned skin, and black, now salt-and-pepper hair were ingrained in her mind. How often her little heart had fluttered when she looked at him, how many nights of teenaged angst centered around this eternally handsome man who’d lingered at the edge of her life. She’d come home from school and Nick would be there asking how school was, and she’d stutter and giggle before giving a straight answer. No matter how many boys she’d dated, and how many lovers she’d had, he was always there in the back of her mind. The moment Nick’s eyes landed on her they widened in surprise and panic.
“Anna, what are you doing here?” he asked, shock registering loudly in his voice. He averted his gaze and faced the wall.
“I could ask you the same thing, Nick,” she answered, just as embarrassed as he was. Raising her hands to cover herself, she began to tap her arm rhythmically. She always did that when she was nervous or worried…some part of her would start to twitch.
“I guess you could at that,” he admitted, and looked at her again, his eyes lingering momentarily on her naked skin. He averted his gaze quickly, but it certainly hadn’t been a fatherly look. Unbidden excitement trickled its way from her breasts to her thighs in response to that look. Provoked, she lowered her arms to let him see everything: the way her tits pushed perkily out of her bra, the length of her naked torso that ended as the cute, naughty pink skirt began. It barely covered her pussy, and the thigh-high black stockings that ended nearby only highlighted its accessibility. If he was going to look, let him see everything. She wasn’t a child anymore.
“Still partial to pink, I see,” he commented with a crooked smile. “You have been ever since you were little.”
“Don’t change the subject, Nick. I’m well aware that you’ve known me since childhood. We’re both in this situation, now what are we going to do about it?” she asked, walking across the room to face him directly. Her skin tingled with his proximity, and the woody smell of his cologne caught her, taking her straight back to adolescent fantasies. As a girl, all she’d imagined was kissing and holding, but those fantasies in the mind of an adult woman now turned to his fingers between her legs, her lips wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside her. She could feel the wetness and insistent desire building between her thighs. Here he was, a mere two feet from her, and her body was responding so powerfully she could barely control herself. She wanted to touch herself, to present herself to him, to beg for penetration. Still, she held herself in check and watched him coolly.
“Do we need to do something about it? We can both go our separate ways and pretend it never happened, can’t we?” he asked, then paused. “I still can’t believe it’s you that Steve has been talking about these last few months. I had no idea I was hearing stories about Paul’s little Anna.”
“I’m not little anymore,” she responded too quickly, as if she was a teenager again, defending how grown-up she was.
He laughed quietly and stepped closer. She could feel the heat of him and she longed for him to reach out. The image of him naked sprang unbidden into her mind, as she remembered the time when he hadn’t locked the bathroom door and she had walked in on him, nine years old and careless. In one shocked moment she’d taken in the length of his muscled, naked body fresh from the shower, before fleeing and telling no one. For weeks afterward, she’d dreamed strange, semierotic dreams that the mind of a nine-year-old couldn’t understand. Now here he was, inches from her nearly naked, desperately horny adult woman body and all she wanted was to be bent over and taken. The longing built up painfully, and she had to press her hand into her hi
p to keep herself from rutting in lust.
“I know you’re not little anymore,” his eyes traveled her body again. “That much is clear. What I meant is that I can’t imagine Paul’s daughter doing the things that Steve told me about. I’ve heard some rather amazing stories.” His eyes met hers again, and she longed to cross the small divide between their two bodies.
She couldn’t help being a bit embarrassed by his words. Steve had told him details about their sex life—of course he had—but the thought that her dad’s best friend now knew about all of her kinks, all the naughty, perverted things she did in bed, seemed unreal. What did he think of those stories, she wondered. Was he surprised, upset, or excited?
“Did you buy this for tonight, or do you wear it for Steve?” he asked, crossing those final inches and tracing a finger delicately down the strap of her bra. Her body was so sensitive, his touch felt electric. She wished his fingers were elsewhere, slipping on the wetness of her aching pussy. Again she fought the urge to rut.
“It’s new.”
“Poor Steve, he’s really missing something,” he spoke thickly. She wondered if he had a hard-on and wished she could touch it, taste it.
“Do you like it?” she asked, wanting to push him further.
“Very much.” His finger traced farther down, then suddenly his hand cupped her breast and the other pulled her close, his lips meeting hers firmly, and his tongue seeking out her own. With her body now pushed against his, she could feel the bulging outline of his erection against her hips, and she rubbed herself against it eagerly. Groaning, he grasped her hand and pulled it to his cock, and she began to jerk him off through his pants. He was long and thick, and his whole body tensed with excitement as they kissed and she dry-fucked him.
His hands worked quickly, unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants as they kissed. Pushing his boxers down, he popped his cock out and she sank to her knees immediately to take it in her mouth. His groans, previously quiet, now resounded in the room as she worked her magic, sliding him in and out of her, letting the wetness of her saliva pour down his shaft so that she could stroke him more easily while working his head with her mouth. She sucked his dick like she wanted it all, taking as much as she could, then tugging hard and moving her head in time, rubbing her tongue firmly against the tip of his penis as it pumped in her mouth. She could feel him thrusting gently in time, wanting to push the length of himself all the way in but not wanting to hurt her.