Me and My Girls Ch. 03

"Yes I will lick and kiss every part of you, every inch of your body, every mound and crevice. Nowhere will escape my dear as I take you to heights of sexual joy you have never experienced." I couldn't escape the words and the more she said so the more mesmerising they became. The more captivated I became. Now in just my panties she went on. "Yes I will adore your breasts, I will ravish your nipples, I will arouse your pussy, I will chew your clitoris and I will worship your arse. I will do that and more to you Amanda until you beg me to release you, so that you can cum like you've never cum before."

"No leave them on," she said rather sharply as I slid my hands into the waistband of the bikini pants that were fashionable at the time. "Leave them on, for when I start to fuck you I want to see you in those gorgeous little knickers and I want to take them off so I can stare at your cunt as they come away."

Even the turn towards the cruder language, that I don't usually like, did not have an adverse effect. In some ways it just made her hold over me stronger and I felt my body quivering as, firstly, she blatantly ran her hand over her breasts, then pinched both of her nipples and then touched herself between her legs that she uncrossed slowly just as Sharon Stone was to do in a film some years later.

I watched in a trance-like stillness as Marcia stood and walked towards me. She had that almost arrogant stride of a ballet dancer but she wasn't wearing those flat shoes, no hers were black patent high heeled stilettos. I assumed that she was going to take me in her arms and kiss me but no she walked behind me. And then I felt her slim body against my back and her hands reaching around me and cupping my breasts. She squeezed them and pinched my nipples quite fiercely as she ground herself against me. It was enjoyable yet slightly weird for I really felt that I wanted to be cuddled and coaxed into sex. But that was clearly not Marcia's style. No she was doing exactly as she pleased precisely what gave her pleasure and that seemed to be using me as her plaything. I was helpless held like that but cannot say I was not excited for I was, enormously. The feeling of her body against my back, her mound on my bottom and her hands on my breasts was so powerful and so different to what I'd experienced with the girls and with Susie and Sharon.

With them it had been mutual. Each of us finding our way in giving and receiving pleasure from another woman. Now though Marcia was taking what she wanted from me and taking for granted that I would give that. She was, though, absolutely correct for the helplessness I felt imprisoned in her arms, the way that she was dominating me with no real consideration for my feelings and the exquisite excitement she was creating in me all combined to make me feel, at one point, as if I would faint.

She pushed me towards the writing desk across the room and made me lean forward so that I had to support myself by holding onto the desk with my hands. I was half bent over at the waist. She took hold of me at the fleshy part of my hips her fingernails digging into the softness and then ground herself against the base of my spine. She started to simulate the movements a man would make were he penetrating me from the rear.

It felt as though she was actually fucking me. As though it was a man up me. But of course she wasn't even in me but the sensations I got from her bare, shaven crotch on my bottom were so similar that I started grinding myself back against her. I didn't quite cum but I was so near and I so wanted her to give and take more from me. I felt her stop and her body lay on mine her hands once more cradling my breasts. She was wrapped around me her small breasts pressing on my back the fronts of her nylon covered legs against the backs of my naked ones. One of them slid between mine and she pressed upwards forcing my legs apart, quite wide. I felt her slithering down me, her hands once more gripping, this time even more tightly, the womanly excess on my hips. She was kneeling behind me her face level with my bottom. She forced my legs even wider apart and I felt her tongue just above the low waist band of my panties as one of her hands ran up the inside of my spreaded thighs and pressed hard against the gusset that was now inevitably absolutely soaked. Her tongue and lips were now moving all over my panties biting, kissing and licking as they moved ever closer to the crease in my bottom. Almost, no actually totally, unceremoniously I felt her thrust the lace to one side so that the two cheeks which, due to my legs being so widely open, were stretched apart. And then her tongue was on me. There was little hesitation or foreplay with her. No she had decided that she was going to lick my arse and that is exactly what she did.

No one but no one had ever done that before. Yes a couple of guys had touched me there with their fingers, but at that stage of my sexual education, it still struck me as something of a taboo place. Taboo it may have been but in the state of heightened arousal and the sheer control she had over me it was also a place of untapped sensation, thrills and excitement. Her tongue probed against the restraining muscle and may well have gone some way into me as her hand stroked and rubbed all round my lips and on my clitoris. I was totally gone and low moans, and deep sighs and grunts were coming from my mouth as an almighty explosion erupted inside me.

"I'm cumming from having my arse licked," one side of my mind told me as the other said just enjoy it. I felt my legs giving way and I sunk to my knees but Marcia held onto me so all that meant was that I was now on all fours my bottom in the air. I felt her grip the panties then I heard the tearing sound as she ripped them off me baring all of my most womanly places to her. It seemed so wonderfully rude and abandonedly wanton to have my knickers torn from me so that my lesbian lover could more easily get her tongue up my cunt and it just served to thrill and excite me even more.

And still she didn't stop. Laying slightly on one side on the floor of the room my head pressed against the leg of the table my legs wide open and the shreds of my panties still around one thigh her face went directly between my legs. Again there was no preamble, no asking permission. No, everything was taken for granted. She assumed I would not demur and she was right. I couldn't have had I wanted to for she had so inflamed my body and had taken such a strong control of my emotions that I was hers to do anything with that she wanted.

It was the first time a woman's tongue had touched me there and, to be truthful, was only the second or maybe third one of any gender. I was in a sort of manic heaven. I didn't know what was happening to me or really just what she was doing to me. Kneeling over me, her mouth on my clitoris and vagina, her hands and fingers between my legs and all over my bum, I had the most extreme sensations roaring through me from so many sources. I did realise though that a finger had slid into my anus but, as that was accompanied by two, three or even four in my vagina and her mouth on my clitoris the pain, if there was any, and the significance of me losing my anal virginity were lost in the cacophony of all those other sensations.

I knew now that I was different to many of my female friends. I knew that my sexuality was at best suspect. I knew that I was becoming at least as attracted to women as I was to men. But having said that I still enjoyed men. I still wanted them and the aspects of sex that only a man can provide.

However, Marcia had such an affect on me that at times I was convinced that I was lesbian. She had so consumed me that evening that over the next few days I could think of little else other than what she'd done to me and the feelings and sensations I'd experienced.

And those we'll savour together when we together go on the next stage of this expedition into my sexuality.