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The A-Team

By: LL72



A reimagining of Pretty Little Liars with lots more lesbian sex...

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All the characters are over the age of eighteen

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The only sign of the evening's earlier happenings was the steady, rhythmic blue flash from the police car parked down the road, near enough to give some comfort, far enough away that looking from the window you couldn't see whether the bored officer was asleep or awake. Only a few hours ago the street had been filled with activity, dogs barking, helicopters chattering overhead, detectives barking orders as APB went out for the mysterious masked intruder that had been in Ashley Marin's kitchen. The Milf shuddered at the memory; to think people had been coming to believe that Alison hadn't really been kidnapped. Though if truth had been told she'd been starting to have one or two (small) doubts herself - the teen had always been tough, uncannily so, but to have got through her ordeal so mentally unharmed...

There wouldn't be any murmuring of that now, not when the kidnapper had broken into to Ashley's house. It was lucky Ashley had been around, the maniac had taken Alison once before, it was probably only because he feared taking on them both that he'd fled. Which was lucky because Ashley had been shaking so much at the time she didn't think she could have tackled a determined mouse let alone a knife wielding psychotic with an Ali obsession.

She looked at the blonde sitting at the table, drinking some hot chocolate, she looked nervous and anxious, but much less than she should be after they'd almost confronted a lunatic with a kitchen knife. Not for the first time Ashley marvelled at the iron self control Alison possessed, for an eighteen year old she was so cool it was frightening. The teen saw her looking at her and forced a small smile, "I'm okay Mrs Marin."

"I'm sure you are," Ashley tried to smile confidently back, thought she was worried it was as brittle as a paper thin wafer. "The police will get him."

"Perhaps," Alison didn't sound convinced. "They haven't managed to do a great job so far," she added pointedly.

Ashley couldn't disagree, it had taken two years for the police to even realise that the teen hadn't been murdered (despite there being no body), but had been kidnapped. And if she hadn't escaped they'd probably still be working to the assumption she was dead. But concentrating on the police's shortcomings wasn't going to help Alison, so she changed the subject, "Did you manage to get hold off your Mom?"

The teen nodded, "She wanted to come home straight away and pick me up from here. But I told them it was a five hour drive so they were best to stick to her plans, let me stay here, have a relaxing night away and come collect me in the morning."

There was that cool self-control again. It was like the teen didn't know fear. And also like her Mom didn't understand that their daughter had been in real danger. Ashley knew that if it had been Hanna and the roles had been reversed she'd have driven all night and through the next day with no sleep at all to get home. It was, perhaps, the evening's only small mercy that Hanna was out at Caleb's. Ashley had been sure the two were in the process of breaking up, but it was almost like Hanna was desperate to not spend the night with Alison - she wondered if something had changed between her daughter and her friend. Hanna had for years hero-worshipped Alison, but since Alison had come back that seemed to have cooled. Ashley mentally shrugged, teenage girls could be fickle, especially Hanna, friends one day, enemies the next - whatever the problem between the girls it would blow over she was sure.

The teen drained the last of her chocolate, "I better go to bed now, it's late." For a moment her mask slipped and she looked scared and tired, but it was only for a second and then she was Alison, self-assured, poised, the Queen of Rosewood. "Are you going to wait for Hanna?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't think she'll be in until late and she's got a key. I'm just going to put away the dishes and then I'm going to bed as well, after tonight's excitement I need my sleep."

"The policeman will be out all night?" Alison said in a tone that could have been either to reassure Ashley, herself or as a question.

Ashley chose to interpret it as the latter, "Yes, don't worry."

"I'm not," Alison said, "but you know... it's good we're not alone, that we've got each other as well."

Ashley nodded, "I'll double-check all the locks on the windows, we'll be fine. Good night."

"Night," Alison said and went upstairs to the spare room.

Ashley was as good as her word, checking the windows once and then a second time - just in case. Even with a third check and washing the cups left by the cops on the sideboard she was upstairs only five minutes after Alison. The teen's light was still on and her door ajar as Ashley passed, the Milf pushed it gently open and looked in. The eighteen year old blonde was half-sitting in her bed, wearing her pyjamas texting, it seemed all the teen girls did all the time nowadays. She looked up from the cell as Ashley looked in, "I'll only be a few minutes then I'll switch off."

"You turn it off when you want," Ashley said, Alison was probably more scared than she dared let on, "You know where I am if anything happens... not that it will," she added quickly.

Alison nodded, "I do, goodnight." She smiled as Ashley closed the door behind her.

Going into her room she changed into her nightdress and got under the covers; seconds after her head hit the pillow she was asleep.

Until she woke with a start... she wasn't sure what she'd heard, but it was something. She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed; it had only been thirty minutes since she'd gone to sleep, but the pounding of her heart and the adrenaline running round her body left her as awake as she ever been. She stayed still in bed, desperately trying to hear something, anything, a clue to what had woken her. The house was silent... but that meant nothing. She got up, feeling the quiver of her legs and felt around in the dark for a weapon, the best she could find was a hand mirror - which wasn't much defence against an armed lunatic. 

She stepped out into the landing, one of the boards creaked and she froze, wondering if the intruder had heard her. If he hadn't Alison had as her voice came from the room, "Mrs Marin," followed by the switch of the light.

"Yes," Ashley felt her mouth go dry, "I heard something, pass me your cell I'm going to call the police."

Alison stepped out into the landing, she didn't look nervous, more surprised, "I was awake I didn't hear anything. What was it?"

"I just woke," Ashley admitted, "I'm not sure."

"It was probably just a delayed reaction or some wind," Alison seemed confident. "I'll take a look."

"No... I..." Ashley suddenly felt embarrassed, she hadn't heard anything - just suddenly awoke and whilst Alison didn't seem worried the way to reassure her wasn't to stand here quaking in a night-dress holding a mirror like it was a club. "We'll look together."

"Okay," said Alison. She walked confidently down the stairs, Ashley following less confidently. But it turned out the teen was right, they were alone, with no signs of anyone breaking in.

Ashley blushed, "Sorry for getting you out of bed."

Alison nodded and smiled, before giving a small frown, "I'm fine, but you, Mrs Marin, you're shaking."

"It's been quite a night," said Ashley.

"Are you alright?" Alison laid her hand on Ashley's arm. When she'd been younger Ashley had never thought Alison knew what empathy and concern for others were, but she looked genuinely worried at Ashley now. If her years being kept in a dark cellar hadn't broken her mentally they had matured the teen and given her a softer edge under her hard as nails exterior.

"I'm alright," Ashley said.

"You're not," Alison shook her head, "You're shaking like a leaf."

"No, no honestly Alison, it's nothing, as you say just a nightmare and some delayed shock. I'll be okay in the morning."

Concern showed in Alison's eyes, "It's not the morning I'm thinking about. It's the night. Look, Mrs Marin, I know you're not eight, but would it help if I shared a bed with you, that way you're not alone."

"You don't need to."

"It would make me feel better," said Alison.

"Okay," Ashley felt a little dumb and embarrassed about agreeing, telling herself that it was for Alison's benefit, though she knew that wasn't true.

Ali switched of the light in the kitchen and followed Ashley up the stairs. As Ashley went to her room for a moment she thought that the teen had already changed her mind as Alison turned into the spare room. But she emerged seconds later, the room's light off and her cell in her hand. "I can't sleep without it close to me," she smiled in explanation as she joined Ashley in the main bedroom.

Ashley got into the bed, wondering when was the last time anyone apart from her had been in it; a long time ago, she decided. The mattress trembled slightly as Alison got in the opposite side. Ashley drew up the covers and turned away from Alison to out into the darkness, "Good night," she said.

"Night," replied Alison. The teen seemed slightly uncomfortable, turning and twisting as she sought to find a spot on the bed she could sleep in. Ashley closed her eyes and waited for the young blonde to find a position she was satisfied. After a few moments Alison relaxed and stopped fidgeting; the position was close behind Ashley, so near that the Milf could feel the teen's warm breath. It was strangely comforting. She closed her eyes...

But sleep wouldn't come. No matter how much she tried to relax or count sheep or let her mind wander sleep eluded her like a laughing princess teasing her chasing prince. Behind her she knew Alison was in the same state, awake and still, just waiting for sleep to come upon her and hoping it was before dawn. The Milf stretched and moved backwards slightly, she was so close to Alison that her back ended brushing against the teen's front. Alison's arm draped itself so casually over Ashley that it took the older woman a few seconds to realise it was there and certainly moments too late to complain; anyway like the teen's breath on her neck it was comforting after the night so far. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly her eyes opened in shock. Alison's hand was caressing her arm - gently, hardly at all, in the darkness the movement would have been imperceptible, but Ashley could feel it all the same. The teen was stroking at her through the material of the night dress, her hand sliding just enough so that it was covering the boob and the fingers slowly moving over the lace encased mound. Ashley knew she should say something, or even better, not say anything and just move half a foot out of Alison's reach, but for some reason she couldn't, the teen's touch felt so good, making the Milf's nipples stiffen in erect excitement. It was probably nothing, Ashley lied to herself, a half-asleep Alison acting automatically without realising what she was doing.

She was still thinking that as Alison's hand went lower, pulling up the hem of Ashley's night dress and moving between her legs. Ashley failed to stifle a squeak as Alison started to stroke the Milf's pussy, her fingers moving over the shaven skin round the hole and the small tuft of neatly trimmed hair above it. The movements might be slow and slight, but it was impossible to believe they were accidental. Ashley lay there, unsure what to do or what to say; as a night it had moved from the horrifying to the surprising and she wasn't sure that being fondled by her daughter's friend wasn't a scary as an armed intruder. But whatever else it was it was exhilarating, Alison's touch was teasing at her clit and making her quiver in excitement. She gave another small squeak and shiver as the teen's tip slipped between her lips, not far in, but enough that she ran over the wet pink insides.

"Are you enjoying?" Alison said confirming Ashley's fears, "Masturbation is such a stress reliever."

"It is," agreed Ashley, blushing.

"And you've had some night," the teen's mouth was inches from Ashley's neck as he finger continued to stroke. Even the slightest stretch from the Milf was pushing her back into Alison, the older woman could feel the softness of Alison's breasts through the teen's pyjama top. The teen wiggled her nymph like body at the older woman, squishing the titties harder into her; "We both have..." she purred.

"Yes," Ashley said and then gave a moan as the teen's finger slid and slithered over her cunt lips, brushing aside the flaps.

Behind her she could feel the move of Alison's other hand. The teen tugged at the string cord of her pyjama bottoms and then pulled them down one-handed, all the time continuing to play with Ashley's pussy. The Milf didn't react, or at rather she did, but her reaction was a whimpery moan of lust. She knew she should stop it, she wasn't even someone who liked other women for God's sake, but at that moment she seemed unable to do anything but quiver, her desire taking over.

"I want you," growled Alison, "I want your face between my legs..." 

"I...I...I'm not..." she wasn't a lesbian but Ashley didn't know how to resist as the teen rolled away from her and onto her back. Oh God she so wanted to eat Alison's sweet little cunt as the teen demanded, it was like a compulsion she couldn't stop even though she knew it was wrong, the girl was only eighteen and Hanna's friend.

"I want you eating my pussy," Alison repeated as if her first instruction hadn't been clear enough.

"Oh no... yes," the lust was too strong to ignore. Ashley turned and went under the covers, a sixth sense leading her in the darkness to exactly where Alison's pussy was. She'd never eaten cunt before, never even fantasised it; sure she'd had it done to her by past boyfriends and her ex-husband before the spark had gone from their marriage, so she knew what she liked to happen to her... but to do it to another? For a moment she paused, unsure where to start. Alison's hand slid beneath the covers and onto to Ashley's head, "Eat it. I want you to eat me out." She pressed her palm on the Milf's scalp.

Ashley went down onto the teen's twat. It was smooth and shaven with just a bare hint of fresh stubble at the top. The Milf opened her mouth and began to lick, her tongue running over the lips and hood and down into the gap. Within seconds she could taste Alison's juice, the teen wettening as Ashley's tongue pressed in and over her. Ashley hadn't known what cunt cum would taste like; it was a strange taste, both sweet and bland, like warm sugared water. But the taste didn't matter, Alison's reaction did. The teen gave a little cry of excitement and brought her hips up at the same time as her hand pushed down sandwiching Ashley's head and forcing the Milf's mouth deeper into the teen's twat. "Ohhhh, mmmnnn eat my pussy, eat it up."

Ashley lapped harder and quicker, sliding her tongue at the hole. Alison quivered and groaned, grinding herself into the Mom's face. Her moans were loud and passionate and demanding, "Eat my cunt, lick it harder, make me cum." Not sure what else she could do but obey Ashley's tongue flickered out and in, slurping and lapping at the wet hole, licking away the juice as it formed and replacing it with her saliva. Alison's hand was still on the back of her skull pressing her down and her cries were getting more excited, her words more dominating and controlling, "That's it. Lick it like a whore. Eat it harder you slut. I want you to make me cum. I want you to make me coat your pretty face in girl juice."

Despite herself Ashley was excited, the though of Alison squirting over her was a turn-on, even if she wondered if it was depraved to be eating the pussy of a girl your daughter used to swap Barbies with. She went deeper and harder, her tongue moving as quick as it ever did. The teen quivered and squealed in excitement, her cries getting even louder as without asking or being asked Ashley brought her hand up and penetrated the blonde's cunt with a finger. "Ohhh fuuuckk yes, oh fuck you fucking slut, that's so good, more, oh yes, more," Alison shuddered in excited pleasure.

Ashley went faster, her tongue slathering over the outside of the wet teenie cunt whilst her middle digit pounded in. With her other hand she was massaging her own pussy, rubbing the hot wet hole and pressing her palm over the clit hood and bud beneath. It felt good, but she knew her own excitement should be secondary to Alison's and so when her body couldn't cope with doing all the actions at once she withdrew from her pussy and concentrated on the teenage blonde.

Alison was rocking and quaking, "Ooooohhh, urrrrhhh, that's it you slutty bitch, eat my cunt, eat it like a whore. You're a pussy licking slut." Ashley was surprised how turned on Alison's brutal demeaning taunts were turning her on; if anyone had told her she was a whore before or a bitch - well she wasn't one for violence, but her response wouldn't be to lick harder. But there was something about the cheap nastiness of it that made Ashley want to slurp Alison more and to demean herself to the teen; she was being dominated and to her horror and surprise, loving it. She was a pussy loving slut.

"Oh my God you slut, you're making me cum, oh my God.... aaarrrgghhh," Alison's body bucked and for the first time ever in her life Ashley's face was sprayed with girl juice. Ashley lifted her head from the teen and wiping away the juice as she did so, pushed it out from under the covers.

Alison lay below her and even in the darkness Ashley could see her smirk and the flush that suffused the teen's cheeks. And then, because she couldn't think of anything else to say, Ashley asked, "So how was that..."

"Okay, for a beginner," Alison said. She shrugged, "You'll improve with practice I guess."

"Practice..." Ashley repeated the word wondering if it meant what she thought it did, that she and Alison were going to be doing this regularly. She wasn't sure what to think, the sensible part of her wanted nothing more to do with the teen dominator, to get her out of the house as soon as possible and hope she and Hanna were friends no longer. But the larger and hornier part of her brain was already anticipating going down on the teen again; and her wet, tingly pussy was agreeing with it. "Practice..." she said again hoping Alison would say what the word meant.

The teen didn't elaborate instead she rolled out of the bed and walked over to the light switch, turning it on. For a few seconds the sudden brightness made Ashley blink, but when she focussed she could see Alison standing bottomless, her sexy teen pussy on display. The teen picked up her cell, "I'm just going to collect something from my room, don't go anywhere."

"Okay," said Ashley as she sat up in bed, wondering as what choice she had or where she was supposed to go. 

She sat in silence for a few minutes, still wondering about the night's turn of events. She glanced at the alarm clock, Hanna should be home soon, she needed to finish with Alison for the night before she did and get the teen back into her own room, she'd risk the nightmares and later decide what licking Alison's pussy meant. But first she had to wait for the teen to return. Just as she was thinking that the door opened again and in stepped a nearly naked Alison. Nearly because whilst she'd removed her top letting her bare breasts bounce free she had added a large strap-on dick over her pussy. Ashley stared at it and Alison grinned.

"Oh my God..." Ashley's mouth gaped open as she looked at the dick, it was at least nine inches and thick with a bulbous end, in real life Ashley had never seen a prick that huge.

"You're asking if I'm going to fuck you with this, the answer's yes," Alison said.


The A-Team Ch. 02



All the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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"Oh hi Hanna," Alison DiLaurentis had a smile like a serial killer, charming to those who didn't recognise it, evil to those who did. She stood in front doorway of the Marin house, obviously expecting to be let in. Not that Hanna was minded to, she couldn't believe that she used to be friends with the little sociopath who'd fucked her Mom. Hanna scowled, it had been two days since she'd come back from breaking up with Caleb to hear the sounds of Ali banging her Mom - in her butthole, as well. The next morning Alison was out before breakfast. It meant that Hanna hadn't had to see her over the morning waffles, something the teen was eternally grateful for. But when she tried to talk about with her Mom her Mom had blushed and swiftly changed the subject, she hadn't tried to deny it though.

"What do you want?" Hanna asked.

"Your Mom invited me over for dinner," Alison stepped over the threshold almost body slamming Hanna out of the way. She stood inches away from Hanna with her fake smile, "We bonded that night you were with Caleb, you know." Hanna blushed at the thought of it and Alison smiled even more, "You got a touch of the sun Han? You've gone awfully red."

"I don't want you here. You're toxic, Alison, I wished I'd known that when I first met you," Hanna said.

Alison's smile was as sweet as sugar and as cold as ice, "That's not the way to talk to your Mom's special friend."

Any more conversation was halted as Ashley Marin came out of the kitchen, she went a faint red when she saw Alison and she almost stuttered as she spoke, "Oh hello Alison... I wasn't expecting you until later. Hanna I asked Alison over for a meal; I thought it'd be nice for her to have a proper home cooked meal; her Mom's been so busy with things recently that they're living from microwaves."

"Thank you for inviting me Mrs Marin," said Alison in a voice so filled with sweetness and light Hanna almost barfed over her shoes. "I've been looking forward to it all day." She placed a slight emphasis on 'it', hardly noticeable, but it was enough to make Ashley turn even redder and look flustered. Alison smiled and walked further into the house, her hand trailing along beside her, sliding over Ashley as she past the Milf. "I hope you're hungry Mrs Marin," she said, "I know what you like to eat..." She turned and gave a small wink at Hanna.

It was too much for the other blonde. She reached for her jacket, "I'm going to go out and get a coffee and a pizza."

"Hanna..." her Mom called plaintively.

"Leave her," giggled Alison as Hanna slammed the door.

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Melissa sat nervously in her car. She felt so exposed sitting their in this suburban street, it was like everyone could see her and were either clocking her as a housebreaker or a husband's bit on the side. Alison had laughed when Melissa had mentioned that the plan wouldn't work as she was too conspicuous and suggested she could hide under a rug if that helped. Mona had been more helpful, "No-one will even give you a second glance, why would they? They'll just assume you're waiting outside for a friend." The teen had been right, even if Melissa felt everyone was staring her whenever she looked no-one was paying her the slightest notice, not even a twitching curtain.

The cell beeped and she glanced down. A2 - Ali. She quickly read the message, "Target left. Foot."

Melissa looked around. After a few seconds she saw Hanna turning the corner onto the street, walking swiftly and looking like she was in a foul mood. There was a risk that she'd look up and recognise Melissa and the twentysomething waited for the glance which would blow their plans. It didn't happen Hanna stepping straight past her and continuing on. Melissa gave her a few yards head start before opening the door and following her, slipping on the tracker on her cell as she did. A1 was sitting in the den with a laptop tracking them, or at least she should be assuming Mona's gadgetry worked. 

Hanna didn't look round, but continued straight ahead down the suburban streets and towards the centre. Melissa continued after her. Her cell buzzed, A1's name popping up, but the message said it was for A3 and Melissa was A4. She still briefly read it, it was an update of where Hanna was; Melissa hadn't needed to be told that, but as A1 said - it was best they were all copied in all the time, the A-team was a proper team.

Hanna paused in front of a shop, looking in the window at the half-priced sale jackets on display. Melissa stepped back and into a doorway, using the time to thumb in a general message, "Two stops from you."

"AOK," A3 typed back.

"She's moving again," Melissa typed in, but held from sending until Hanna stepped away from the window and began to move again down the sidewalk.

A3 must have had her message ready as well as within a second of Melissa's going out one came in, "Moving in for a butt fuck."

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"Oh..." Mona nearly dropped her cappuccino as she only just avoided bumping into Hanna as she stepped out of and Hanna stepped into the coffee shop.

"Mona..." Hanna said. It wasn't her day, first one ex-bff had come round to her house and was probably even now banging her Mom and now another one had almost scalded her with frothy coffee.

"Oh hi Hanna," Mona blushed, "I'm sorry..." she paused, "For nearly spilling coffee over you... I mean..." She didn't mention the shoplifting or that when Hanna had been caught Mona had left her to the security guards, the police and her Mom in possibly the second worse day of Hanna's life.

"Don't mention it," said Hanna snapped. It was how she always talked to Mona now; if she had to talk to her - she'd been ignoring her for the last couple of years very successfully.

Then something surprising happened, normally if they bumped into each other there would be a second of momentary uncomfortableness before they stepped aside to let the other past and get on with their lives. But this time Mona not only showed no sign of moving, but she looked concerned for her old friend, "Are you alright, Han?"

"Why?" Hanna was instantly suspicious, but at the same time oddly grateful; she was having such a cruddy time that even sympathy from Mona was welcome.

The other teen gave a small nervous shrug, "We were friends for ages. I can tell when you're out of sorts."

Hanna paused, unsure whether to barge past her ex-friend and into the shop or stay and continue the conversation, which would almost be tantamount to forgiving Mona for leaving her. Mona made that decision for her, "I'm sorry about leaving you for the security guards, but there was no point us both getting caught."

"Yeah, I suppose so," agreed Hanna, perhaps she'd been hasty in cutting off Mona, Hanna's weeks being grounded wouldn't have been any more fun if Mona had also been cooling her heels in her room across town.

"That's right, all forgiven," Mona smiled, though Hanna hadn't told her it was, "Now what's up Han?"

"It's complicated," said Hanna, making one last attempt not to get back with Mona.

The other smiled, shaking her head in sad agreement "It always it with you. I'll tell you what, my Mom is out so why don't you come back to my house and we can talk about it. I've got the car here; it'll only take us five minutes to get there."

"Weren't you getting a coffee?" asked Hanna.

Mona turned to the nearest trash can and dropped the beaker in, "Sorted. Let's go back to mine and we can find out what's bothering you."

Hanna had no more excuses, nor could she say she wasn't secretly glad; this wasn't something she wanted to discuss with Em or Aria or Spence, they all had their own problems with their ex-friend and anyway knowing Ali was butt-banging her Mom was too humiliating to tell them. Mona would be a safe space; one conversation to take a load off her mind and then she wouldn't have to hang out with her again. She followed Mona to the teen's car.

It was ten minutes to Mona's and they didn't speak more than two or three words all the way. The house was silent when they arrived, Mona wasn't lying about her Mom being out. Hanna followed her up the stairs and into her room. It hadn't changed that much in two years, some of the pictures on the wall were new and the dresses hanging in the wardrobe and the shoes beneath were as well; but it was mainly the same. The single bed, the vanity desk and chairs, the full length mirror, the lap top sitting on the cupboard - the only sign of Mona's geek past. Mona smiled and sat on the bed and patted a space next to her, "Sit here and tell me about it."

Hanna took the spot, it was nearer than she'd been to Mona for two years, a foot away from her friend - she could smell Mona's perfume, a rosy scent. She paused for a moment, thinking about what to say. Mona smiled, perhaps mistaking the silence for Hanna not wanting to speak rather that not being sure where to start. "So why the long face, Han?"

"It's Alison."

"It would be," a brief spasm of anger crossed Mona's face. Hanna had forgotten how much her two ex-friends had hated each other, though truthfully it was more derision and bullying contempt on Ali's side. "What she done now?"

"She's having sex with my Mom," Hanna blurted out. It felt good to say and she waited expectantly for a sympathetic cooing from Mona.

Instead Mona frowned, "So? Aren't they both adults? Alison's eighteen now and can't imagine she's being forced into it."

Hanna blushed and shook her head, "That's not what I mean. I'm not suggesting my Mom's some sort of pervert."

"Are you saying your Mom is so weak-willed that she's just having sex with Alison because Ali told her?" Mona was still frowning.

"No. no..." Hanna felt confused, this wasn't how it was supposed to go, "I mean I'm sure it's consensual on both sides, that they both want it."

"So what's the problem?" Mona asked.

"I mean it's wrong," Hanna said.

"It sounds like its wrong for you not for them," replied Mona.

"They're having anal sex. I heard my Mom screaming for Ali to put a toy in her butt... at least I hope it was a toy," Hanna blushed as for a few brief seconds her mind work overtime on what else it could be - a fist, a foot, a stool leg...

"So? lots of women have anal sex. Even lesbians and it sounds like your Mom is a lesbian. I'm not surprised, I always thought she was."

"You thought my Mom was a lesbian?" Hanna couldn't understand why, even if turned out it was true.

It was Mona's turn to look confused, "It's a family thing. I thought you both were, and all this thing with guys was just covering up you were both dykes."

"I'm not, I'm straight," Hanna blurted. She had sex with Caleb so many times her heterosexuality wasn't in any doubt.

"You sure? This sudden homophobia just sounds like you're trying to cover up," Mona said.

Hanna stared at her open mouthed. She wasn't in any way homophobic, her best friend, Em, was a lesbian and Hanna loved her as much as she ever had when she'd though Em was straight. This wasn't about being against lesbians, she'd have been happy if her Mom had started dating Emily, even happier if was a woman her own age. No, this was about her Mom banging Alison. "I'm not like that. I'm not a lesbian, but I've nothing against them."

"You sure?" Mona said and then shrugged, "My mistake."

Hanna almost jumped as Mona placed her hand on the blonde's leg. It could have been innocent, but the darker skinned teen's next words suggested it wasn't, "I just thought you were. I was sure when we were friends you were checking me out all the time; that's why I thought we split up and that you were just using the shoplifting as an excuse."

"N...no," Hanna shook her head, partly to disagree with Mona's words, but partly in attempt to clear it and think straight. Mona's hand was moving up her legs, stroking the thigh under the denim, the smile on the teen's face was lascivious as she looked at Hanna. "I'm straight," the blonde said defiantly.

"Yes you are," purred Mona, even as she was speaking she was nuzzling her mouth to Hanna's neck, kissing and licking at the flesh as she continued to rub the teen's leg. Hanna couldn't react, physically she could have moved, but her brain seemed unable to comprehend what was happening or issue any order. Mona's mouth opened and her teeth rub at Hanna's throat, gently sucking at the exposed neck, up her hand went to the top of Hanna's thigh.

"I am straight," repeated Hanna, "Stop it."

"You stop me," Mona brought her mouth up from Hanna's neck just long enough to murmur in her ear, "Push me away and I'll stop, it doesn't even have to be hard, just enough to prove your not a secret dyke."

"Yes, okay," said Hanna abruptly, but she didn't move. She didn't need to see her to know Mona was smirking in victory even though Hanna knew she wasn't really a lesbian, not properly, she was just surprised by what was happening and not homophobic. Mona's hand slid between her thighs, prying Hanna's legs far enough apart that the dark haired cutie could rub at her pussy under the denims. To Hanna's horror it felt good and she could feel herself starting to get wet.

"Mmnnn, you haven't stopped me," Mona's mouth was close to Hanna's ear again, murmuring seductively in it. The blonde didn't reply, she could hardly deny it. Instead she tried to control her breathing and posture and make like she was just allowing Mona to tongue and kiss her to make a point that other girls didn't turn her on and not that she was in anyway excited. She was pretty sure Mona wasn't fooled as the other teen continued to rub at her cunt and nibble at neck and ear. Mona's head moved up again, "I know what you're thinking..."

"What?" Hanna said nervously.

"You're wondering what my pussy tastes like and whether I'd let you lick it," murmured Mona.

"I am not," said Hanna defiantly, but Mona was already back down to her throat, kissing and suckling at it. And whilst it hadn't been true before, as soon as Mona had said it Hanna did start to think of what it would be like. She tried to banish the thought, but with Mona's lips on her neck, her hands between her legs and her scent in her nostrils it was impossible. "I'm not a lesbian," Hanna said, almost to herself.

Mona pulled her head away from Hanna's neck abruptly, there was a smile on her face and she said, "I'll think I'll let you."

"Let me what?" asked Hanna, though as she watched Mona fall on her back and reach under her skirt she thought she knew the answer.

It was soon confirmed as Mona pulled her panties down her legs, "Lick my pussy, silly."

"I... I..." Hanna stared at her ex-friend open mouthed; how had her day had gone from Alison coming to her house to fuck her Mom to it being her sitting on the bed was a pantyless Mona? "I... I'm not sure..."

"Oh Hanna," laughed Mona, "You're not still in denial. I want my pussy eaten and you want to eat it, don't resist." Even as she spoke she sat on the edge of the bed and hoisted her skirt to her waist so that Hanna could see the smooth twat with the small carefully trimmed dark landing strip above it. "Now get on your knees and lick it," Mona's voice was firmer.

Without thinking Hanna obeyed, getting down on her knees between Mona's thighs and staring at the cunt. She looked at it for a few moments, trying to resist going down and starting to lick it. Mona placed her hand on the back of Hanna's head, pressing the blonde towards the hole, "Lick it Hanna, lick my twat."

"I..." Hanna wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she didn't need to worry as Mona push was encouraging her so near to the pussy she had no choice but to start licking it. 

Her tongue went out and she began to tongue round the hole, over the lips and clit hood and the flesh around, through the soft hair on the strip above and down to the hole. She didn't know if this was what she was supposed to do; she'd never licked a girl before and Caleb hadn't ever offered either. Mona didn't seem to have any complaints, letting out guttural little moans and groans, as she kept her hand on Hanna. "Oh that's good, Han, eat my cunt, lick it out, like the lesbo slut you are."

Hanna lapped harder and quicker, getting into a pattern. It was strange how naturally licking a pussy came to her, she thought, almost like she'd done it in another life. Her tongue stretched out and slid over Mona's cunt. The hole was starting to juice up now, warm, wet liquid forming over the slit edges. Hanna's tongue was brushing over it; she steeled herself for its unpleasant taste, but to her surprise it didn't taste bad; a little bland perhaps. She mentally shook her head, what was she doing thinking about the flavour of Mona's cunt, she shouldn't even be licking it. But she didn't stop, just continuing to wrap her tongue round and round the hole, dabbing in and out.

"OOOoohhh," Mona moaned, "I was right; you're a dyke. Not just a dyke, but a dirty cunt licking whore. Mmnnnn, I bet you're just loving eating my slit, I can tell you're loving it."

Hanna wanted to deny it. She might have even done so if Mona wasn't pressing her face into her twat. But even if she'd said the words they'd have been a lie, she was enjoying it, Mona tasted so good, her pussy was so wet and juicy. But it was more than the taste or the look of the cunt close up, it wasn't even the smell of perfume and cum mixed together in an intoxicating mix. It was that Hanna realised that she was a lesbian, she'd never known before, but her life had been a lie. This was where she belonged, between another young woman's thighs, slurping greedily. Her tongue moved faster, prodding down between the slit walls and into the soft, wet tunnel; driving forward to pry apart the tight walls.

"Oh that's it, you slut, eat my cunt with your dirty lesbo mouth," Mona gasped and shuddered, "Slurp it, you're a pussy licking whore, you love soaking wet pussy. Eat it, show me." 

The dark haired teen took her hand away from Hanna's head. It was the blonde's chance to drag her head back up and reassert her heterosexuality. Instead she licked faster and with a new vigour, determined to show that she was a self-starter who didn't need to be held in place any more; she was a pussy licker, Mona was right. 

"Mmmnnn, lick it Hanna, lick my twat," as Mona was speaking she was pulling off her top and then unclipping her bra, dropping it on the floor beside Hanna. The blonde wasn't in a position to really get a good looking, but she was certainly getting an impression of her pert boobs and liking what she could see. She ate harder and more enthusiastically her tongue going like a hammer into Mona's cunt. The other teen grunted and gasped, shuddering as Hanna made her cum, "Ooooohhh, aaaarrrgghhh, lick it you dirty dyke bitch, eat my pussy, eat it up."

Hanna's hands were on Mona's thighs, caressing them as her head was stuffed between them. She could taste the liquid, smell the delicious aroma, feel the fizz of it on her tongue. The more she licked and lapped the wetter Mona became, no matter how much Hanna's tongue shot down her hole and over her lips and banged against her clit, she could never clean it away. Her tongue ached with the effort, but it was well worth it for Mona's cries and squeals.

"Oooohhh, you slutty lesbo, you cunt licking whore. You're the dirtiest dyke in Rosewood, mmmnnn you're just a pussy eater, Han, that's what you are, my dirty, lesbian twat licking whore," Mona shuddered, "Oooohh, shit, shit, shit, I'm going to cum, I'm going to squirt my juice all over your pretty rug-munching face."

With that warning Hanna could have escaped, but she no longer wanted to. She knew Mona wanted her to stay in place and keep licking and she knew that she wanted to do what Mona wanted. She carried on, lapping and licking with as much speed and strength as she could manage as Mona stretched and shuddered and shot her girl cum out. It splattered into Hanna's mouth and over her lips and nose and down her throat. It stung her eyes and choked her throat and made her snort as she sniffed it up her nostrils. It dripped from her chin onto her shirt and jeans. She pulled her head back and looked back at Mona, "I'm a dyke. I'm your dyke."




The A-Team Ch. 02



"Is this you asking to be my girlfriend?" Mona raised an eyebrow enquiringly as she looked down at the pussy juice covered blonde.

Hanna blushed red, "I...yes, it is."

"Mmm," Mona put two fingers to her lip in consideration, "I've never had a serious girlfriend before; though I've fucked other women. Perhaps I should audition you before I make a decision. First let's see what you're like naked."

"Naked?" Hanna asked.

"Yes naked, nude, undressed," Mona said, "I mean you can lick pussy I'll give you that, but what do you look like in the buff?"

"You want me to get undressed?" Hanna asked nervously.

"Yes. Honestly Hanna what did you and Caleb do all day, play chequers?" Mona said impatiently.

Hanna blushed and stood up. First she removed her sweater and T-shirt, unclipping her bra and dropping that to the floor so that Mona could see her titties. Next came her socks and then she shimmied out of her jeans, before finally pulling down her panties so that she was standing totally naked in front of Mona's apprising eyes. "Not bad," said the darker teen, "Turn around and put your hands on your butt, that's it. Now pull the cheeks apart gently, mmmmnnn nice; bend over... you really are a lesbo bitch aren't you?"

"Yes," Hanna said in a small voice. It was so humiliating exposing herself for Mona's inspection, so why was it turning her on? Was she not just a lesbian but a submissive one?

"Turn round, I've got some questions," Mona said and Hanna turned to look at the sexy topless teen sitting on the edge of the bed, her skirt still drawn up round her waist, but her pussy hidden behind the cross of her legs. She looked so hot that Hanna was desperate to be her girlfriend. Mona looked at the teen for a few more moments, admiring her naked body. Then she smiled, "So questions..."

"Yes, ask me anything," said Hanna, hoping that the teen genius wasn't going to be testing her on geometry or American history otherwise she'd never been eating that sweet slot again.

"You've arranged to meet Spencer and Aria for a coffee when I ring telling you I want you to come over and lick my pussy, what do you do?"

Hanna almost smiled, it was a gentle lob that she could smash back over the net, "I cancel with them and come over and eat your cunt."

Mona smiled, seeming to acknowledge that she'd started with an easy one, "That's right. You get your pretty little ass over here as soon as I call. But what happens if I want to go to a lesbian club?"

"I'll come with you... I mean if you invited me."

"What would you wear?"

That was a more difficult one. She was sure Mona would want her to wear something fashionable, but did the other teen want it to be demure and conservative so that she wasn't flaunting her stuff for other women or sexy and provocative so that Mona could show her off. She tried to hedge, "Whatever you want?"

"What if I haven't left any instructions?" Mona grinned.

Hanna paused, thinking, "A tiny short skirt, a cropped boob tube, no panties?"

"Definitely no panties," Mona grinned. "So we're dancing at this club, I'm guessing you're making out with me?" Hanna nodded quickly and Mona continued, "So I'm getting hotter and hotter, my hands are slipping on your ass - it's naked, no panties, and I whisper my pussy is tingling. What do you do?"

"Are there toilet cubicles?" Hanna asked. Mona nodded. Hanna gave a smile of relief, she was walking this interview, "I'd whisper back in your ear that if you wanted to take me to them I could deal with your horny slit in one of them. Then I'd lick it until you were satisfied, no matter how long."

"Clubbing sounds fun," Mona said, "but much as I enjoyed your lithe tongue I'm not sure I can be a one-girl girl." Hanna tried not to gulp nervously as Mona smiled, "So at the club this cutie catches my eye and me hers, and she comes up and makes clear that there's a place in her bed tonight. What then?"

"I'd be jealous," Hanna admitted, "but if you wanted to I guess I'd be okay with it."

"That's the right answer," Mona smiled, "as I am going to be honest Han, if we do go out I'm wanting to keep on fucking other women. What about you? Will you want to fuck other women?"

Hanna paused, aware she was standing on a precipice, "Only if you wanted me too."

"Mmmn that sounds good. So say instead of me getting eyed up by a cute girl it was you. I could go up and tell her that I'm really cool with her taking you home and fucking you as long as I watched. You'd be okay with that?"

"Yes, it'd be better if you watched, because then you'd still be there. But I'd do it whatever way you wanted," Hanna said.

Mona smiled, "Excellent answers Han. But before I make a decision could you go into my wardrobe and pull out the bottom shoe box on the left, yes that's the one." Hanna did as she was told, pulling out the box. Something rattled inside, sounding more solid than a pair of shoes. She proffered it to Mona. The teen shook her head, "Open it and get out what inside." Hanna did as she was told, her eyes widening as she saw that her guess that it wasn't footwear was correct, but still surprised by the fact it was a large strap-on dildo. Mona smiled at the blonde's surprise, "Pass it to me."

Hanna did so and watched as Mona dragged down her skirt and buckled the toy to her thigh and pussy. She looked at Hanna and smiled, "I took a look at your butt hole and it looked very tight. I'm guessing that was one cherry that Caleb didn't pop?"

"No, it's virgin," Hanna blushed, though she didn't think she was ashamed of that.

Mona smiled, "I'm a butt girl. I love fucking sexy female ass. If you're going to be my girlfriend you're going to be fucked a lot in that hole. All the time in fact, every time we're on a date I'll want my Hanna's anal honeypot. So are you up for being butt-fucked?"

Hanna's blush got redder, so much it seemed her skin was melting. Caleb had several times pestered her for anal and each time she'd told him no in definite terms; she didn't see why she should have anything up there. All the time she was dating she had always assumed she'd never say 'yes' to him or any other man, no matter how long they'd be going out. But here she was standing naked in front of Mona, they weren't even dating, yet, and she knew her answer would be different this time. "Yes, Mona. I'm up for you banging my butt."

The other teen smiled, "Good." She sat down again on the end of the bed opposite her full length mirror, so that Hanna could see both her and her reflection, two sexy naked Mona's for the price of one. The dark haired hottie looked at her, "Before I make a decision on you being my girlfriend I think its only right I take your ass for a road test, don't you think?"

Hanna nodded, "Yes."

"Come here then," smiled Mona. She patted her knee with one hand and pointed the dildo up with other. "Have you heard of reverse cowgirl? You sit down on the toy with your back to me. That way it's your choice to go down and be analised and I can watch you in the mirror and see your reaction; that's so hot."

"Whichever way you want, Mona," said Hanna, "I've not done any before."

"I can tell you'll be a natural. You'll be a big an anal lesbian whore as you are as pussy munching dyke."

Hanna moved in front of Mona and looked down at the toy. It seemed massive, eight inches at least, maybe nine, and thick as well. "Do you think it should be oiled? You know to help it up."

Mona smiled, "No, for your first time I really want you to feel it. I want your ass to be really stretched and sore so I know you really want it. But if you don't want to be my girlfriend..." she let the words hang in the air.

Hanna quickly shook her head, "No. I was only asking, I don't need it. I'll do it however you want."

"Then come and plant that virgin tushie on my dick," Mona grinned widely and held the dildo straight up with one hand as she leant back on the other.

Hanna turned her back on the other teen and walked backwards slowly, using the mirror to judge her steps. She couldn't see Mona's reflection but she could hear her excited breathing behind her as she stopped inches from her. Hanna paused for a second, taking a nervous, but deep breath of her own, before taking her cheeks in her hands and prying them apart. She gripped them as she lowered herself down. She was guessing where the dildo was, but either her estimate was accurate or Mona guided it as she felt the tip press at her hole. 

"That's it," said Mona behind her, "bring your butt down."

"Ooooohhhh," Hanna gave a small whinny of pain as she pressed herself down on the toy. The tip went into her, followed by the shaft, stretching open her asshole and expanding the walls. She took a look in the mirror. All she could see of Mona was the teen's legs and one hand on her waist; she could see all of herself, her legs spread open to show her pussy, her titties which wobbled as she moved and her face, red and twisted in effort. 

"Come down Han, get this dick all the way up that dyke ass of yours," Mona ordered.

Hanna resumed pressing herself down, her face contorting in pain as the thick slab of plastic opened her tight asshole further than it was designed to go. Just as she felt she couldn't go down any further she felt Mona lift herself up, pushing the toy into her, "Look Han, stop being a wuss. If you want to be my girlfriend you're going to have to ass fuck better than this; I don't want to do all the work."

"I'm trying," said Hanna desperately and forced her ass deeper, ignoring the spurts of pain that shot from her anal passageway. She carried on down, rising briefly to give herself leverage, before coming down. Her asshole gradually loosened, she was glad to find, the dildo still extremely tight, but with just enough space so that each inch down didn't feel like she was being roasted with a welding torch.

"That's a bit better," Mona said, which was all the encouragement Hanna needed. She lifted herself up and then came down, feeling the toy press in another inch. It made her wince, but for the first time she also felt a spark of ecstatic pleasure. She shifted position slightly, raising herself up and angling down. The soreness didn't go, but there was definitely something else there as well, a tingly excitement. Mona's hands gripped her waist, "Come on Han, fuck it, fuck my dick."

"Ooooohhh," Hanna sat herself down again, most of the dick was up her now and she could feel it throbbing in her asshole, making the walls stretch and ache and stimulating nerve endings beneath them that she never knew existed. She started to move a bit quicker and harder, bouncing herself up and down the dildo. "Ooohhhh, oooohhh."

"That's it," laughed Mona, "Work that cock. Take it in your ass. You're an anal slut, Han, a butt-banged whore."

"Oooohhh, I can feel it, its so tight," Hanna said, but she still continued to move up and down.

Suddenly she could feel Mona's hands on her thighs, knocking away her legs. Hanna resisted for a second and then she remembered that she wanted to be Mona's and let the petite teen take her away. Without her feet on the floor her entire weight was on the dildo. Her ass went down the rest of the way and she grimaced in pain and gasped in pleasure. 

"Fuck, this is hot," said Mona as she started to slam up and down. Hanna could feel her body bounce as Mona slammed into from underneath, ramming the dildo deep into the blonde's asshole. If the hole had felt stretched and sore when Hanna was controlling the speed down the pain and discomfort was doubled as Mona took control and smacked in, but so did the pleasure, making Hanna quiver in excitement. Mona laughed, "That's it, Han, I knew you were an anal whore, I can tell you're loving it."

"Oh God, Mona, fuck my ass, fuck it please," Hanna cried in excitement. Mona was right, it was painful, it was discomforting, but it was fun and pleasurable, the orgasmic waves as intense as she'd ever had from straight pussy fucking. And they got wilder as Mona's hand reached round and began to rub at the blonde's cunt, making her wet and warm. "Ohhhhhh, yesssss, oh please do me, please."

"You're a dirty anal dyke slut aren't you Han? All the time pretending you were straight when all you really want is a big fucking strap-on up your lesbo ass," Mona slammed harder, ramming the toy deep into Hanna. "If only your friends could see you now, what would they think? I'll tell you, they'd think you were a lesbo slut, a cheap dyke whore, a fuckhole, who needs another woman fucking her ass."

"Oooohhh yes," Hanna cried, "That's what I am. I'm a lesbian whore, a dyke, a cunt eating slut. They'd think that and they'd be right.... ooooohhhh fuuucckk."

Mona's hand had moved from Hanna's cunt to the teen's tits, gripping them hard like they were levers as she pounded up with speed, power and passion. Hanna slid her own hand down to her pussy. It was soaking and got even wetter as she began to rub it, stimulating her clitoris under its hood as she did so. She could see herself in the mirror, her tits juggling and jumping, her fingers spayed and her palm thrumming over her cunt. She could even, just about, see Mona's toy slapping up and into her. And if she couldn't see it she could feel it. 

"That's it you dyke fuckhole," grunted Mona, "let me use that ass, let me bang it open."

"Oh God, yes, do it, do it, fuck my butthole. It's yours Mona, fuck it as often as you want," Hanna gasped and shuddered.

Mona slammed up, making Hanna shudder and bounce. The dark haired teen's tits bashed into her, she could feel the hardness of the nipples. Her own tits were still being squeezed and fondled in Mona's hands, gripped so hard that if they'd been balloons they'd have popped. "Take it you slutty bitch, take my dildo in your dyke ass, take it you anal lesbo whore."

"AAaaarrrghh," screamed Hanna as she came, "AAAArrrghhh." The pleasure was the most intense she'd had in her young life, ten times better than the times when Caleb had been pumping into her, twenty what she got when she had some alone time with her fingers and a dildo. Her back arched and bent, her body quivering, "AAaarrrghh...."

"You total anal slut," laughed Mona, "I knew you'd love it."

"Oooohh, ooohhh," Hanna couldn't speak, she just let Mona continue to thrust into her. 

The other teen was slowing down, seemingly satisfied now she had fucked Hanna into orgasm. After a few moments she stopped and pressed Hanna up, "Off you get."

"I can hardly stand," said Hanna. Her legs felt watery weak, but she couldn't sit down, not with her ass as sore as it was. But it felt good, not just the orgasms, but that she'd pleased Mona and shown her that if the teen wanted anal Hanna was her girl.

"Let me take a picture of your ass," Mona was reaching for her cell.

"No, Mona, it must be gaping open. It's ruined... I mean not that I mind, but you can't take a picture..."

"Bend over and spread your cheeks," Mona ignored Hanna's protestations and Hanna did as she was told, blushing as she exposed her wide open asshole for Mona's cell. There was the click as Mona took a photo, "Wow Han, you're right. That asshole is open. Let me take another."

"Okay," Hanna said, she bent over more and pulled at her cheeks harder, accentuating the hole.

Mona grinned and held up the screen, "So girlfriend you want to have a look at what I've done to your ass."

Hanna didn't, but she still smiled and came over, "Girlfriend?"

"Yes, my beautiful slutty dyke girlfriend," Mona grinned. "Now take off my strap on and lick my pussy; it's ready for a real tongue lashing."

"Yes Mona," Hanna smiled happily, getting down on her knees and unbuckling the toy as Mona started to play with her phone.

*

Ashley Marin was in Alison Dilaurentis's favourite position, on her hands and knees on the bed, with the teen's strap-on dildo well into her ass. As soon as Hanna had left the house Alison had moved in on the Milf, grabbing her, stripping her, making her eat her teen pussy; all of which Ashley had responded to with the enthusiasm of a natural lesbo slut. Alison had waited until after they'd eaten dinner, before taking the Milf upstairs, getting her in the bed and pounding her.

It was something to do as she waited for the text.

"Aaaaarrghhh, Alison, fuck me, fuck my ass. It's yours, so fuck it good," Ashley was squealing in orgasmic pleasure, her naked body flushed with lust and soaked with sweat. Alison continued pounding from behind. There was a beep from her cell. The teen hardly slowed, reaching across to the pillow it was sitting on and scooping it up. Ashley screamed again, too lost in her pleasure to have even realise that someone had texted the teen.

Keeping one hand on the Milf's waist to keep herself balanced as she pounded, whilst she used her thumb on the other to open the message. It was from A3, Mona. She paused for a second before opening it. "Nice," she smiled as she saw the picture. Despite being taken from behind it was unmistakably Hanna, the blonde bending over her asshole gaping open. "Very nice," she repeated again as she looked at the message below the picture 'Butt fucked'. Ali grinned and closed the message and concentrated on pounding Ashley; the A-team had got the Marin's now who was next?



The A-Team Ch. 03



Despite no-one living in it, the apartment was neat and well-furnished, with a wide-screen TV affixed to the wall opposite a comfy couch. Next to the window was a desk, from which you could look out into the street below and in the bedroom was made-up bed. It had seen plenty of use as the members of the A-team had practiced their anal technique on a succession of hired girl on girl escorts and later on, as they quickly grew in confidence, a series of one-night stands from lesbian clubs. Melissa smiled as she looked at the bed reminiscing, glancing up at the hidden cameras. It had been an important part of their team bonding, the four of them watching the videos and critiquing each other's positions and tips for improvement. 

Now it was for real the practice was paying off. Melissa Hastings took a step back into the main room and to the wall to the side. There were two photos up there, on each with a carved a into the little wooden plaque, embedded into the gold-coloured frames; the first reading Ashley Marin butt fucked' and the second 'Hanna Marin butt fucked.' Melissa smiled as she looked at the photos, Ashley was on her hands and knees and Hanna bent over, and in positions that concealed their faces so you would need to know it was them to recognise either. But what both had in common were their wide gaping assholes, the results of a hard lesbian anal pounding. 

The thought of it made Melissa hot; that was what the A-team had been formed to do, to bang and dominate the assholes of cute fuckholes and made them dyke sluts. Even the name was a play on that, A for Anal. 

"Admiring our work?"

Melissa turned at the words. Behind stood Alison DiLaurentis, the blonde teen grinning, perhaps smugly. Melissa nodded, "You really banged Ashley open. That's a Mom who's been dyke-banged."

Alison grinned wider, "What can I say? I just let my natural passions come into play and talked her onto to my toy."

Melissa smiled back and nodded. To think a couple of years ago, before the team was formed, she had hated Alison, thinking the younger girl was a manipulative, selfish control freak. She still thought that, of course, but these were skills that were needed to dominate the buttholes of the sexy Rosewood women the A-team were planning to anally nail. And there was more to Alison than that, she was smart and funny and with a deep sense of loyalty to her friends in the team. "I'll have to enjoy her sometime."

"Just say the word and she's yours," Alison replied; the A-team were a team that shared and worked together as friends. 

"I'm going to take you up on that and with Hanna as well."

"What about Hanna?" Mona came in from the kitchen with a tray with three coffees and a plate of cookie.

"Melissa was just talking about getting a piece of her ass," Alison explained, taking a coffee, but declining a cookie.

"Oh do," grinned Mona, "From my experience yesterday I can tell you it was worth it, Han is a complete anal loving dyke, with an asshole to die for and as a bonus her cunt-licking is also first rate."

"I can see from the pictures that you had a good time." The A-Team were like the musketeers - all for one and one for all. The four analisers, Melissa smiled at the analogy, even if tonight there were only three of them - the team leader couldn't make it, though she had told Melissa she had every confidence in her and the plan when they'd spoken earlier. 

"And it's your turn tonight," grinned Mona. She led the three of them over to the table where her laptop was sitting open and running. "I'll run tech support from here with Ali."

"You want to go over the plan again?" asked Alison. She took a seat at the table, Melissa joining her and Mona sitting opposite them and beside her laptop. Alison took a sip of her coffee, "Emily's coming back from swimming practice. As she passes Miller's Peak Mona uses her techie whizzie skills to disable the car's electronics and block her cell."

"I'll kill the car at one point one kilometres from Miller's Peak exactly," Mona took up the narrative, "I estimate, based on the normal time the meet finishes, that will be at ten past seven; you don't want to be too late in case another good Samaritan comes along..."

"I'll pull over and act surprised," Melissa confirmed...

The three of them continued to go through the plan for Melissa to butt fuck Emily Fields.

*

"What?" Emily started in confusion as with no warning all the electronics in her car - lights, radio, everything, shut down. It was lucky she wasn't going fast as she coasted into the side of the road. Once the car was halted she turned the ignition off and then on again, hoping to hear the satisfying thrum of the engine restarting. There was silence, not even the click-click of an indicator or the blink-blink of her hazard warning lights. She tried again, still no result. That was great, she thought, at least the breakdown had happened after the meet rather than before, though why couldn't it have happened on a more widely used road. She pulled out her cell. Things were getting worse, she decided as she looked at the screen displaying the no signal sign. She looked out of the car and up at the sky, the clouds were starting to darken, but she hoped that was night coming on rather than rain. But she couldn't stay here all evening, with luck it was only a small dead zone and a short walk to somewhere her cell would work. 

She grabbed her rucksack with her swimming things and purse, slinging it over her shoulder and closed the car door behind her. From force of habit after a couple of steps she turned and pressed her key-stub, momentarily being surprised not to hear the familiar chirp-chirp of the car locking. "Well if anyone tries to steal you they're not going to get far," she said to the broken down car and turned and walked down the road.

She'd gone less than a hundred yards when she heard the sound of a car behind her; she half turned wondering whether she should flag it down or whether it was better and safer to carry on walking. The car passed her and then came gently to a stop about forty yards in front. Emily slowed down, not quiet walking backwards, but certainly not moving forward at pace. Then she recognised the car almost at the same time as the door opened and a familiar voice said, "Emily? Is that you?"

"Hi Melissa," Emily walked quickly towards her friend's sister, "My car broke down and my cell's not working. I was just trying to find somewhere with better reception."

"It's terrible along this road," agreed Melissa. "I thought I saw a car back there; what's the problem? Can I help?"

"I think it's a garage thing, all the electrics just went," said the teen.

"Yes, that sounds like a call-out," Melissa said. She looked up at the sky, which was rapidly darkening, "Look, I was just going to stay at my parent's cabin by the lake for the evening and do some work in the peace and quiet; there's a landline in there we can use to call the local garage."

"You don't mind?" asked Emily.

"No, I'd be worried about leaving you out here anyway and what if it rains?" Melissa smiled and pointed to the passenger side, "Get in and we'll give the garage a call when we get to the cabin."

*

In the A-team lair the phone rang. Alison paused for a second before answering, waiting for Mona's nod. "Hello, Team A Motors, can I help?" her voice sounded the same to her, but she knew that Mona was putting a slight disruption on the line, an echo which would distort it enough to make it unrecognisable.

"Hi my name's Emily Fields," Alison had heard the voice on the other end of the phone so often that even if she hadn't been expecting her to call the name would still have been superfluous. "My car's broken down just outside Miller's Peak, I was hoping for a mechanic to come out."

"Sorry, dearie," Alison said, smiling at Mona, sitting by the laptop, "both our tow trucks are on out of state jobs at the moment. The earliest we can get someone there is tomorrow morning."

There was a very uncharacteristic oath from Emily, admittedly so quietly under her breath it was barely audible. "You sure they can't come earlier?"

"Yes dearie," Alison smiled as she said it, Melissa would be in for a treat tonight she was sure. "Six alright for you, we can make it seven."

"Six will be fine," said Emily in resignation.

*

Melissa was sitting on the couch, her legs drawn up under her, reading a thick sheaf of documents as Emily came back in. She looked up at the teen, "Are they coming out?"

"Do you have a number for a cab?" asked Emily, she put down the card with garage number that Melissa had given and then stared down at it as if magically it would turn into the number for a taxi.

Melissa put down her papers on the little table next to her, "Problem?"

"They can't come until tomorrow. I'll have to get a cab home and sweet talk my Mom to driving me to my car in the morning..."

"That's silly; it'll take at least an hour for a cab to get here and it'll cost you a fortune to get back to Rosewood. It's at least a forty minute drive."

"I can't stay here..."

"Of course you can," Melissa smiled, "There's a spare bedroom, towels in the cupboard, plenty of milk in the fridge, even a choice of cereals."

"I thought you wanted a bit of peace and quiet?" asked Emily, secretly grateful she didn't have to spend most of her month's pay on a taxi ride home.

"It doesn't matter, none of its so urgent that I can't do it tomorrow," said Melissa and then she added, "So that's settled, do you want a soda or even a glass of wine. I've got a bottle in the fridge."

"A soda would be fine," said Emily. She took a seat on the couch and curled her legs up under herself as Melissa disappeared into the kitchen. The room was warm, the gas fire in the grate was both startlingly realistic and up high. Emily wondered whether she should turn it down or whether that would be rude; it was Melissa's cabin and she might be cold. Instead she decided to pull off her sweater. She reached down and dragged it up, the world momentarily vanishing from view as it went over her head.

"Are you stripping?" asked Melissa with a smile as she returned into the main room holding two sodas.

Emily blushed and smoothed down her T-shirt which had ridden up to expose her belly, "I was just hot."

"You should have just turned down the fire," said Melissa handing the teen a drink before proceeding to do just that. She turned round and smiled as she walked over to the couch, "Not that I was complaining..."

"What?" Emily was confused.

Her confusion increased as Melissa sat down on the couch, not just next to her, but so close that they were almost touching - the faintest wiggle and Emily's knee would be brushing Melissa's thigh. The older brunette smiled, "I was saying I wasn't complaining about you taking off some clothes."

"Oh... why? I mean..." Emily blushed, "are you... you know like me?"

"A swimmer? Not as good," Melissa's grin suggested she knew exactly what Emily meant and if that wasn't enough the touch of her fingers lightly on Emily's thigh told a story. "Or did you mean something else?"

The room seemed to be getting hotter for Emily; her skin flushing with warmth and a little trickle of sweat forming at the back of her neck. Was Melissa a lesbian? Was she making a pass? She'd always assumed her friend's older sister was straight, but then she'd thought the same of her ex-girlfriend Paige and she'd turned out to be an enthusiastic as muff-muncher as Emily herself. But even if Melissa was a lesbian surely she wouldn't be interested in her - she was only a senior at High School. Surely Melissa would want some more attuned to her, someone smart and sophisticated, who knew which wines went with which meal and what they were wearing in Paris this season. But Melissa's hand was moving higher up her thigh, it was hardly innocent. There was only one way to find out. Mentally Emily took a deep breath, "Are you ... do you like women?"

"Are you asking if I'm a lesbian?" Melissa asked and Emily nodded, glad it was Melissa who'd said it. The twentysomething smiled, "Can you keep a secret?"

Emily nodded and after a second Melissa continued, "Yes. I am. I don't really tell anyone - my Mom would freak if she found out and Spencer would be judgementally supportive and even more insufferable than normal."

Emily felt she should defend her friend, "She was okay with me. She was really cool."

Melissa smiled, "You're not her sister." Her hand was moving up Emily's thigh, "So there it is. I'm a woman who likes women, a lesbo, a dyke. I love having my pussy licked by a hot cutie or having my tits in their mouth as they suckle and nibble them until the nipples are hard like pebbles. I love using toys as well, sliding a dildo into my pussy and imagining it's being held by some sexy thing or wearing a strap-on and fucking..." 

Emily's eyes widened in surprise. She had done some of those things, well she'd licked and been licked by her girlfriends and played about with their titties. And if she hadn't used a dildo (unsure how she'd explain it if her Mom found it while tidying her room) she'd slid the smooth handle of a plastic hairbrush up her twat. But she'd never used a strap-on to fuck another woman and, even if perhaps she shouldn't be, she was still surprised to discover that Melissa, not only had, but enjoyed it.

Melissa grinned wider, "Does that shock you Emily? That I put on a strap-on and fuck other women with it."

"A little..." admitted Emily.

Melissa's smile was almost splitting her face, "Shall I shock you more?" She didn't wait for a response, but continued, "I like doing it backdoor..."

Emily's mouth fell open, "You mean..."

"In the ass," Melissa confirmed, "I love sticking a great big thick dildo between two pert, firm cheeks and fucking a sexy slut's butthole."

"Oh," Emily blushed. She had never imagined doing it anally not with a man, nor with a woman, but here she was sitting beside Melissa Hastings, conservative, straight-looking Melissa and the other woman was telling her she was a lesbian who enjoyed analising other women. And the way the older brunette's hand was moving up her thigh Emily was wondering if she was the next planned tick on Melissa's list. 

Melissa grinned, her hand at the top of Emily's leg, just next to the jeans' zip. "So Emily, I bet you're a bottom as a lesbian..."

"A bottom?"

"Submissive, the girl who goes down and laps her lover's pussy and massages her clit. The one who spreads her legs to allow a top to enter her sweet tight hole."

"I...I... it's not really been like that, more mutual," Emily blushed, unsure why she was telling Melissa this; just because the older woman had shared didn't mean she had to. Melissa's fingers were up sliding over the zip like she was just going to undo it and Emily felt the bead of sweat slide down her back, "I've scissored Maya and Paige and I sixty-nined a few times..."

"Oh, that's adorable, I bet you looked into each other eyes as you stroked each other's hot little pussies as well," Melissa smiled.

"Yes," Emily blushed; at the time she thought it had been daring and sexy, now with Melissa talking about what she'd done it seemed staid and unimaginative. 

The other woman seemed to know that and smiled wider, her fingers pressing at the zip. Emily shook it off as slid her legs from underneath herself so she was sitting properly on the sofa. There was no doubt Melissa was moving in and from what she had said it wasn't just for a hot make-out session, but harder and further than Emily had ever gone. The eighteen year old High Schooler wasn't sure what she thought of that; she knew that it would make her a slut - only complete whores took it up the butt. But at the same time she was sure it was going to happen; her heart was racing faster and her temperature rising as Melissa closed in and put her hand back on the teen's thigh, sliding into the crack between the legs and gently, but firmly, prying them apart.

"You're still hot," Melissa said.

Even though it was a statement, not a question Emily still answered, "Yes."

"So am I," purred Melissa her head close to Emily's. She moved back a couple of inches and then to Emily's surprise reached up to her blouse and began to undo. The teen watched open mouthed as the buttons clicked open to reveal a lacy black-push up bra encasing two lovely round bosoms. Melissa smiled at Emily's reactions, "I know you've seen tits before, Emily, so how would you grade these... A?"

Emily found herself unable to speak so she just nodded. Melissa smiled widely and reached round to undo her bra. It fell down and exposed her titties. She wiggled them, "A plus?"

"Yes," said Emily. She blushed, "They're lovely."

"You'll find they taste nice as well," smiled Melissa.

"You mean... you want me to...?" Emily gaze was stuck to the titties.

"Mmnnn yes," said Melissa, agreeing with Emily even though the teen hadn't said what she meant. But to confirm it she put her hand round the teen's head and pulled it gently downwards.

Emily's mouth open and she began to suck the nearest nipple, slurping and swallowing back like she was trying to eat it. It began to stiffen as her lips went round and over it and automatically her teeth slid down and started to massage it. The older brunette groaned and shook. One hand gently, but firmly, pressed on Emily's skull keeping her in place, whilst with the other she was undoing her slacks and sliding her hand in. Emily licked harder for a few moments and then swapped titties. The nipple on the second was already as solid as a pebble and Emily licked her tongue over it, before opening her mouth wider to swallow of the tit between her lips.

"Ohhhh, that's good, that's so hot," moaned Melissa. She had undone her slacks, pulling them down far enough to get her hand in and under her panties, rubbing at her pussy as Emily sucked at her tits. She groaned and shuddered, her body arching in pleasure. Then her hand moved out from under the panties and took Emily. The teen didn't resist, she wasn't sure she knew how to, as Melissa guided her hand to her cunt and slid it under her panties. The older brunette was smooth and wet, soaking would be a more apt description. "Rub my cunt, Emily, make me cum."

Emily did as she was instructed. It had taken her months of dating before she'd ever gone this far with Paige or Maya; but here she was playing with Melissa's cunt only minutes after she'd discovered the other was a lesbian. It made the teen feel like she was a total slut, but though she went red with that realisation she didn't stop, but continued faster and harder. 

"Ooooohh, urrrrhhhh," Melissa moaned, "That's it my little dyke, mmmnnn, ooohhh, rub my pussy, play with it. Mmmmnnn, ooohhhh, urrrrhhh, put a finger in, slide it in, fuck my slit with it."

Without thinking Emily did as Emily told her, pushing her digit into the hole. The warm wet walls wrapped round her finger, soaking it as she pushed in and out, trying to find the spot for maximum pleasure. Melissa squeaked and shuddered, gasping loudly, obviously enjoying Emily's touch. The older brunette's hand dropped away from Emily's head as she draped her arms over the back of the couch, pressing against the seat, shuddering with excitement. "Finger fuck me," Melissa grunted, "That's it, you cute little dyke whore, fuck my pussy, find the spot and finger it good."

Emily brought her mouth up and away from Melissa's tits so she could look at her face; the brunette's contorting expression made it easier to judge when the teen was hitting the erogenous zone most effectively. From the way Melissa's jaw was twisting whilst her eyes popped open in wide-eyed pleasure Emily was doing a great job. "Ooohhh," she gasped, "Ooohhh, come on you dyke, make me cum, fuck my pussy until I squirt." Emily pressed harder and Melissa shuddered again, her exposed breasts jumping as her back arched. "Oooohhhh you slut, fuck my cunt. You're such a slut..."




The A-Team Ch. 03



"I don't normally go so quick as this..." Emily blushed, "Not in fingering. I'm going as fast as I've done before. I mean in getting to the finger fucking." She realised she was sounding incoherent and her excuses that she wasn't a slut seemed lame as she slammed her finger up Melissa's twat. Not that Melissa looked like she was paying any attention to Emily's word as her face contorted and she squealed in excitement. Emily blushed and slid her finger up and into the brunette's pussy.

"OOoohhhhh, urrrrhhhh, that's it's you little slut, now get your mouth down their and eat it?"

"You want me to lick your pussy?" Emily blushed, but continued finger fucking Melissa as she asked.

"Yes, you little dyke slut, put your face between my legs and lick me," Melissa gasped and shuddered, "Please me with that lithe tongue. It's what you want. I know it and you do as well. Now eat my twat."

Emily was red. She wouldn't have said she was a good girl, but she'd never thought she was so bad. But here she was with a half-naked Melissa fingering the older girl's slit and the brunette was right, Emily did want to suck and lick the wet cunt. She wanted to stick her face down there and smother herself in the juices, to slurp and suck and lick and lap the wet hole until Melissa was cumming again and again. She paused for another second, not wanting to give in to her nymphomaniacal desires. Melissa shuddered again, groaning as Emily's finger went up her, "I said eat me dyke, I want your cute slut face licking out my cunt like a whore. Do it..."

This time there was no hesitation from Emily, the only pause was as she pulled the slacks further down and off so that Melissa could spread her legs wider and then she was in. Her teen tongue licked at the wet hole, her teeth nibbling at the labia and pulling it with her mouth, her lips pressing at the cunt as she sought upwards for the pleasure points. Melissa squealed and shuddered in excitement, "Ohhhh, that's what I want. Suck my cunt juices, eat my girl cum like you're a dyke whore. OOoooohhh, eat my cunt."

Emily licked harder, tasting Melissa's flavour; it was sweet and warm, like flat cola. Melissa's hand pressed down on her head, encouraging the teen deeper and harder, pushing her face into the wet snatch. Emily didn't fight, but went with it, her tongue and lips moving speedily as she energetically licked and munched at the hole. 

"You slut, ooooohhh, urrrhhh, you dirty slut, eating my cunt like a pro. Mmmnnn, I should leave a twenty dollar bill in your purse, you dirty slutty whore... Ooooohhh, I bet you walk the street eating twat, you must do to be so practised." Melissa shuddered and groaned, her hand pressing hard at Emily, thrusting the teen's mouth at her cunt. "That's it you cunt lapper, eat my pussy, eat it all."

Emily tongued away, burrowing deep into Melissa's hole. She still couldn't believe she was doing this, how swiftly her inhibitions fell away. But she no longer cared, all that mattered was drinking Melissa's sweet nectar and keeping the brunette satisfied. Above her Melissa grunted and gasped, crying out in pleasure and excitement, "Oh you slut, eat it, eat it all." The teen slurped away, her tongue swatting at Melissa's pussy like a Venus Fly Trap shooting out to grab an insect, slamming fast and hard and accurately, hitting deep in to the pussy as her face pressed into Melissa's flesh. The older brunette gasped again, "That's good you dirty slut. You're a dyke nympho, a horny little pussy whore."

Melissa was right. Emily was that and more. She was a cunt diving dyke, a slutty lesbo hooker, a rug-munching pussy hound. Melissa tasted so good, it felt so right to be between her legs, making the older brunette cum with her tongue, driving her to orgasmic lust. Melissa grabbed her head, shoving it harder, "Ohhhh, fuuuuckk, aaaarrghh," she squealed, "You're going to make me cum, I'm going to cum."

Once, when she'd been dating Paige, the two of them had been on the phone talking dirty whilst masturbating and Paige swore that she came so much she had squirted. Emily had doubted that; she had thought you could never be so wet that it actually exploded out of your pussy like a fountain. But there was no way she could deny her tonguing had caused the brunette to gush like a geyser, the juice shooting over Emily's face and up her nostril and into her mouth, causing her to snort and choke at the same time. 

She looked up, the liquid dripping from her face, as Melissa let go off her head and dropped back against the sofa, smiling inanely. The brunette looked down at the teen, "God, Emily, I didn't realise you were such a cunt licking whore. Did you slurp all your girlfriends like that?"

"I...I guess. I don't normally do it so quickly, I get to know people first," Emily wanted Melissa to know she wasn't a slut, normally. 

"I'm sure you do," said Melissa in a tone which suggested she didn't care.

Emily blushed and didn't say anything. She watched as Melissa stood up and finished pulling off her pants so that she was standing naked apart from her socks. The brunette looked down at her, a lusty smile on her face, "I'm still horny. What about you?"

"I...yes I am," Emily blushed, she wasn't sure if would be even hornier if she hadn't just slurped Melissa's pussy or whether tonguing twat was what had turned her on. In either case, her cunt was wet and soaking under her jeans, her arousal making her panties stick to her pussy.

"Let me go get something from my room," said Melissa. She turned and padded across the wooden floor into her room. 

Emily waited, wondering what to do. Should she get naked? Melissa hadn't said. But surely if she was still turned on she was wanting more sex; she wouldn't be going to get a jigsaw. But perhaps she'd had enough? She could be going to get changed, she wouldn't have slipped out of her pants then would she? And certainly not have left them on the heap on the floor. Emily reached up and pulled off her T-shirt, before sliding down her pants. She left on her bra and panties; she wasn't sure why - it wasn't like she'd could deny she was a nympho desperate for cunt because she'd kept her underwear on. She was about to pull her top back on and just wait for Melissa to make her intentions clear when the brunette returned.

Her intention was clear enough.

The brunette was naked, her socks gone, but in one hand was a large dildo with straps dangling from it and in the other a small bottle of lotion. The brunette grinned, "Still horny?"

Emily wished she could say no and pretend she wasn't turned on. But she couldn't. She knew Melissa was going to fuck her, and in her ass as well, the brunette would bust her backdoor and take her anal cherry and they weren't even dating. Her lips felt dry, even as her twat felt wet. She nodded, "I am."

"You want me to fuck you?"

Emily nodded.

Melissa grinned, but made no move to equip the strap-on, instead she looked Emily up and down, frowning slightly. Emily took the hint. She stood up and dropped out of her bra. She had stood topless in front of many girls, Paige and Maya, her ex-girlfriends, lots of swimmers of course, even her friends. But none of them look at her tits with such unbridled lust, a look which got even more lascivious as Emily reached down and peeled down her panties, exposing her cunt, shaven smooth for extra aerodynamism in the water. Melissa lips curled upwards, "Nice," she said and started to slide the strap-on up her thighs.

Emily watched as the older brunette pulled it into place, tightening the buckles round the top of her thighs and adjusting the dildo so it was sticking straight out, the haft rubbing at the top of the brunette's pussy. Melissa looked up from fitting the toy, "You remember what I said earlier about fucking?"

"Yes," said Emily blushing, "You like..." she trailed off unsure what to say. 

Melissa just grinned, "Say it Em, wrap your lips round the words and spit them out."

"You like fucking girls in the ass."

"I do... and yours is so cute."

"You want to fuck it?"

"Is that a question or an invite?"

Emily went silent again, thinking. She couldn't work out why she was thinking about it, because a) she knew only complete whores got banged in the butt and b) she had suddenly realised how desperate she was for Melissa to fuck her there. But she had to at least appear reluctant, for a few seconds. She let the silence go on until she hoped that Melissa was thinking she wasn't going to answer, though the brunette looked supremely confident that she knew the answer and it was one she was wanting. She was even squirting the lube onto the toy. The teen took a breath and said, "An invite."

"You are an anal slut, I always knew," Melissa continued massaging the lubricant onto her toy.

"I'm a virgin there," Emily corrected her.

"Not for long," grinned Melissa. She snapped the lid back on the bottle and dropped it to the floor. 

Walking up to the teen she took her by the waist and forcefully twisted her round so that her back was to her, with her front next to the couch arm. Melissa pushed the swimmer's back firmly, so that she was bent over the sofa. Keeping a hand on the teen the older brunette reached down to Emily's thighs and spread the legs apart slightly. The teen shuddered as Melissa's finger slid over her wet cunt as she did so, "Ooohh," she moaned quickly.

The brunette finger moved back, "You're dripping. You're soaking at the thought of getting butt-banged... should I make you beg for it? Tell you I'm not going to bang that virgin hole unless you crawl for it?" 

Emily wasn't sure whether Melissa was teasing or not. Surely the older Hastings had made clear how much she enjoyed banging asses? She wouldn't give up the chance to nail Emily's super tight one, would she? But why take risks... 

"Please Melissa, fuck me, fuck my ass. I want you to be my first, to bang my virgin fuckhole as hard and deep as you want. I'll let you fuck it as you want, you can treat it like you own it, like I'm an anal whore."

"You're coming close to convincing me..." said Melissa, her finger slid once more over Emily's cunt, before coming back slowly and moving up, gently gliding between her cheeks and drifting over the puckered hole, "Tell me how you want it?"

"I want it deep and fast," moaned Emily, her heart thumping in her chest, "I want you to spread my cheeks and make my hole as large as the Jersey tunnel. I want you to bend me over the couch and ride me like a cheap hooker. I want you to fuck me until I'm shrieking. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can."

"That sounds like an offer," one of Melissa hand remained on Emily's back as she took the dildo in the other and pushed forward.

"Ooohhh, uurrrhh," Emily tried to straighten as the toy pushed at her virgin asshole, but Melissa's hand was keeping her in place. The toy pressed in deep. It didn't hurt, which surprised Emily, apart from an ache so slight it was like she was stretching just a little too far. But it was uncomfortable as her ass reacted to the invader, opening reluctantly to let the toy in. Melissa's hand pressed harder on her back as the brunette pushed further forward, pressing the dildo in deeper. Emily moaned, "Ooohhh, oooohhhh."

"That's right, Em, moan for me like a slutty hooker. I want to hear you as I butt fuck your sexy ass," Melissa said. She pushed the dildo in deeper, far enough that she no longer had to hold it in place and she moved her spare hand to grab the swimmer's waist, holding her side and back for balance and leverage as she moved in and out. "Tell me how much you want it, tell me how you're loving being butt-banged."

"Oooohh, I want it, I want it harder. I want you big rubber dick all the way in my ass. I want my hole stretched as wide as you can," Emily groaned. It was horrible, but it was all true. Her hands gripped at the sofa cushions as her stomach rubbed at the arm she was bent over, "Please, harder. I'm loving it, it feels so good, it's like heaven."

"You anal whore," laughed Melissa, "It's not even in all the way yet and you're still loving it."

"Mmmmnnn, ooohhh yes. That's because I'm a slut, I'm an anal loving dyke hooker. Give it me all. I want the full length in my butthole...ooooohhh, urrrhhh," Emily shuddered and shook. Behind her Melissa thrust, back and forth, every time she went forward sending the dildo deeper and spreading Emily's hole. The teen's fingers were splayed over the sofa cushions, clawing at the covers as she was driven to places she never imagined existed. "Ooooohhh, urrrrrhhh, yes, I want it all, I want it all down my asshole. Bang my slut butt."

Melissa moved faster, her thighs smacking at Emily's, her hands controlling and firm, keeping the teen in position; not that Emily had any intention of moving. "Aaaarrghh," she squeaked in orgasm, "Yessss, aaaarrggghhh." 

"Dyke slut," grinned Melissa in confirmation. 

The brunette had pushed the whole length of the dildo in now, opening Emily asshole like it was a tunnel and was concentrating on power and speed, going in like a pile-driver. She moved her hand from Emily's waist to slide it round the teen's front and down to the pussy, rubbing at it and the clit, within moments doubling the swimmer's pleasure. Emily arched and cried out, the words catching in her throat and coming out as jumbled, guttural, explosion of pleasure. "AAuurrhh, fuucckkk, meeee giiiivve, aaarrghhh"

"Yes, Emily, yes," panted Melissa, "That's how it feels doesn't it? It feels like fucking heaven having my dick up your ass, like you never want me to stop, like your proper position is face down over the armrest giving up your butt for me."

"Ohhhh God, yes, yes. I'm just an anal loving dyke. This is where I should be, getting butt-fucked by hot women. God, I didn't know how much I loved it, I'm a whore for lesbo strap-on dick" Emily cried out in reply. Every word was true. She couldn't think why she'd not done this before with Maya or Paige, it was perhaps because they'd never bent her over and dominated her anally that their relationships had collapsed, not for the reasons she'd once thought. If they'd fucked her butt like this she'd have been able to forgive them anything. "Go harder Melissa, fuck my butt like you own it."

"I do own it," replied Melissa and thrust in deep, sending Emily squealing to another orgasm. 

The older brunette slapped her thighs at Emily's as she pounded in, so hard the teen could feel the sting and hear the crack of flesh against skin. Emily was orgasming almost constantly, her insides erupting like a bombardment on the Western Front. She closed her eyes, as if that would control the pleasure and keep it in; it didn't and she cried and shuddered again as another blissful bomb boomed within her, sending shuddering ripples through her body. "AAaarrrghhh, yessss, aaarrrghhh."

Melissa's dick went deep, spreading the hole open, sliding deeper than Emily though she could have managed. Each thrust was heaven, each retreat, paradise. The teen screamed louder, her muscles tensing and relaxing as her body lost control and just became a limp barrel of nerves. "AAAArrrghhh fuuuuckkk, aaaarrghh, yesss."

"Oooohhhh, oooohhhh, urrrrh, urrrrhhhh," Melissa was panting excitedly behind her. Emily could feel the vibrations as Melissa came, hear her moans, smell the sexual excitement of her lover. The teen worked with her, pushing back and rocking to meet the older brunette's thrusts so that Melissa would have more energy to bang her longer and to show, if her screams weren't enough, how much she was enjoying having her butthole pounded. Melissa grunted and panted, her finger rubbing at Em's clit, more excitement added to perfect pleasure. Melissa moaned "This is hot, you're ass is so fuckable, urrrrhhh, urrrhh. It's making me cum."

"Aaaarrghh, yesssss, I'm cumming too," shrieked Emily in reply, her body contorting and twisting, her heart pumping as blood rushed round her body like it was in a motor race. "I'm cumming."

"Uuurrrhhh, ohhhhhh, fuuuckkk, yes," grunted Melissa thrusting forward and in, then she paused and cried out, "Fuuuucckkk, aaaarrrghhh."

Despite the heat of the room Emily's butt suddenly felt cold as Melissa withdrew. Automatically she started to turn and reach for a piece of clothing, as she realised what she'd done, that'd she just been taken anally for the first time by a girl she hardly knew - and that she had loved it. Melissa stopped her, "Just remain there for a moment, put your hands on your ass and pull it apart."

"Why?" asked Emily, but she did as she was told.

"I just want to take a picture," grinned Melissa, "To remember a perfect butt fucking." She picked up her phone and pointed it at Emily.

*

"That's such a lovely fucked ass," said Alison admiring the glossy of Emily's gaping butt she had just printed out.

"It is," agreed Mona, taking a look over the blonde's shoulder at the naked swimmer bent over a couch with her opened hole on full display. She blew on the tiny wooden plaque into which she had just burnt the words, 'Emily Fields butt fucked' before taking a tube of glue and sticking it to the gilt frame. Carefully she slid the glossy into it, making sure it didn't crease, before fixing the glass frame. She held it up and admired it, Melissa had done a great job.

She took it over to the wall, where Alison was looking at the similar pictures of the Marins. The blonde turned as Mona approached, taking the photos of Emily and hanging it on a hook. That done she turned back to the Marins, "You know Mona, I was just thinking wouldn't it be nice to have a family portrait of Ashley and Hanna, one of them showing us their well fucked asses."

"I like the way you think," agreed her fellow A-teamer.



The A-Team Ch. 04



Hanna was almost shaking as she entered her house; only the fact that her girlfriend Mona was right behind her stopped her turning and running, or at least just going into the kitchen and only giving her Mom a perfunctory nod and a brief talk-through of her school day. But Mona was insistent that Hanna speak properly to her Mom, even coaching her what to say; and what Mona wanted Hanna gave her. It was either that or never again taste Mona's sweet muffin or feel her pounding Hanna in her most intimate hole.

Taking a mental deep breath Hanna opened the door into her kitchen. Her Mom was there, but unluckily she wasn't alone. Sitting at the table was Alison DiLaurentis, Hanna's ex-friend and current enemy, the blonde smiling arrogantly as Ashley stood behind her massaging the eighteen year old's shoulder muscles through a thin blouse. Her Mom blushed slightly but neither said anything or stopped rubbing at Alison. The teen looked up, crossing her legs casually. "Oh hello Hanna," she said in a voice so innocent it was catty. She looked at Mona, there seemed a trace of a different type of smile, one Hanna didn't recognise as she said, "Hello loser."

Mona ignored her. Hanna knew that she didn't like Alison in the least, the blonde having bullied her mercilessly when she was Mona the freak rather than Mona the stunningly beautiful. Instead she pushed Hanna further into the kitchen: "Han has something to tell you."

Hanna cast her lover a desperate look, mentally pleading to be allowed to wait. But Mona's face showed no understanding or compassion; she wanted this and she'd get it. She'd turned out very like her arch-enemy in that respect. 

"Yes," Alison asked, raising her eyebrow, "What?"

"My Mom, I should tell my Mom alone," Hanna said, hoping that Mona wouldn't mind a few moments delay.

Alison shrugged and made no sign of moving, "We've no secrets have we Ashley; we're all friends together."

"No, whatever you can say to me I'm sure you can tell it to Alison," the Milf blushed slightly as if embarrassed she was letting the teen walk all over her. But she made no sign that she was going to contradict her.

Hanna turned again to Mona, hoping that the other teen would have changed her mind. But one look at the expression of irritation on Mona's face told Hanna not only had she not, but also she was fast loosing patience with Hanna's delays. Hanna turned, she would either have to embarrass herself in front of Alison or lose Mona. She chose the lesser of the two evils. Taking a deep breath she said, "I'm a lesbian."

Her Mom didn't look surprised, not that she had any right to, not with her spreading her rear cheeks for Ali every chance she got.

"Tell her what kind, when I stay over I don't want your Mom thinking that we're only going to be in your room pecking lips and holding hands," said Mona. That was why the darker skinned teen was making Hanna do this; it was easier to use Hanna's house than her own she had said and for that Ashley had to know what Hanna was and what the noises coming from her room were. Mona prodded Hanna again "Give her the details."

"I'm a lesbo dyke, a slutty pussy whore. I love sticking my head in Mona's cunt and licking away all her juices, swallowing them and coating my face in her honey. I could eat her all night and day."

"And the rest..."

"And I love it when she fucks me in the ass. I'm a total anal dyke for her strap-on dick. I adore being face down whilst she pounds my butt, and not with some tiny dildo but a massive, giant dong which stretches my ass and leaves it gaping like I've been ripped open. " Hanna halted and blushed hoping that was enough for her lover. 

"Oh," went Ashley her face as red as her daughter's.

But Alison smiled, "Sounds a bit like mother like daughter to me." Her grin got wider, "We were just debating whether to tell you..."

"Please Alison, no..." said Ashley, her face went even brighter.

"We have no secrets," said Alison piously, "Anyway I'm sure Hanna's already aware of our little secret and that it's not your cooking I'm coming round for." She gave Hanna a mocking smirk. "Anyway now Han's told us she's a anal loving dyke slut it's only fair to let her know she's not the only one."

Hanna wasn't sure what was worse having to tell her Mom all about her perverse lesbian desires whilst Ali sat on smirking or having to hear about her Mom's fucking with the cruel blonde. She was about to say she didn't have to hear about it and she was quiet content for it to be a secret when her girlfriend spoke, "Go on then; let's hear."

"Ashley's also a dyke slut. We've been fucking since that night of the break-in," Hanna noticed Alison giving a big smile to Mona about that, like she was reminding the other dom that she was still top dog in seeing off intruders. She turned to Ashley, "Tell them where I fucked you that first time."

"In my bed," said Ashley blushing as she looked at Hanna.

"I'm sure Han already knew that, you were squealing like a cop siren," Alison said tartly, "In what hole."

"In the ass," Ashley cheeks were so red she'd be able to audition to play the part of a tomato in a vegetable soup commercial, "She banged me in the butt."

"And you loved it didn't you?" Alison said. Ashley nodded and with a grin the blonde teen turned back to Hanna and Mona, "I've been poking her butt ever since; it's so fuckable and she's such a whore who lets me bang it until I'm exhausted."

Mona nodded, seeming to Hanna to be bonding with their joint enemy to a worrying degree, "It must be genetic. I thought I'd met some complete sluts who loved backdoor, but Hanna is just in a league of her own. I could ram it all night and she'd still be begging for more, even when I've totally ruined her asshole."

"So do you use a butt-plug? I've been meaning to introduce one to Ashley so she's ready prepped if I want to call in to see her at her office for a quickie" asked Alison, to Hanna it seemed her ex-friend had immediately forgotten how much she and Mona hated each other.

Mona seemed to have forgotten as well, "Oh yes," she smiled. "In fact Hanna's got one in at the moment." 

The blonde didn't think she could have been more humiliated as her lover exposed her most intimate secrets in front of her Mom and Ali. Sadly she was wrong as Mona reached round and lifted up the back of her skirt, "Want to see?"

"Oh yes," said Alison. She didn't get up to take a look, but remained seated next to Ashley.

Mona gave a small raise of her eyebrows, "Hanna. Don't be impolite, show Alison the plug."

"Mona... my Mom's here," Hanna gave her girlfriend a despairing look, pushing her disobedience as far as she dared.

Hanna answered, not Mona, "I wouldn't worry about that. It'll give Ashley a chance to see how tight a fit it is for when I get one."

"See," said Mona, "Now Han, I know you try to be a good girlfriend and I don't like to push often, but there are limits and you showing me up in front of Alison is one."

"I...I...okay," Hanna looked down at her feet, it was so embarrassing to do this, but it was better than disappointing Mona; the dark-skinned cutie was so sexy she'd have a new, and possibly better, girlfriend by the weekend. Anyway Hanna didn't want to admit it, but there was a slight touch of hotness about showing her ass and plug; it must be the thought of her ex-friend seeing it, not her Mom.

"Sorry Mona," the blonde turned and pulled up her short skirts. A small round hook stuck out from between her round cheeks, all of the plug that was visible as the rest was firmly implanted in her hole.

"What do you think?" Mona said, and Hanna knew she was talking to Alison; the two teen tops bonding over fucking.

"It looks a tight fit," said Alison with a laugh, "but it suits her. But does it work? How's her ass after it?"

Mona didn't reply, just walking round to behind her girlfriend. "Hanna keep your cheeks spread." Hanna blushed, but did as she was told. There was a whoosh of air as Mona yanked the plug out, leaving Hanna still bent slightly forward with her skirt round her waist, but now with her open asshole being exposed towards her Mom and ex-friend. One of Mona's hands slid over the cheek, her finger's briefly brushing against Hanna's. "So what do you think? Will you be getting one for Mrs Marin?"

"Call her Ashley, Mrs Marin is too formal for a whorehole like her. MMmnnn, it's definitely left Hanna open hasn't it; she looks ready for it to go straight in."

"It'll depend on the size," said Mona truthfully, "As you can see the plug's only four inches so bigger strap-ons will only go in part-way at first. However, it gives you a good prep and it doesn't take long to get the remainder in, especially with an ass as slutty as Hanna's."

"I see. Ashley what do you think? Should we be getting you a butt-plug?"

"I...I...whatever you want Ali, you know I only want to please," Hanna's mom said submissively.

"If you're not sure why don't you take her for a road-test?" asked Mona, like she was a saleswoman with a commission on butt-plugs.

"Road-test?" Hanna's voice was a little higher pitched than she meant.

Her girlfriend glared at her. "You're embarrassing me," she hissed, in what was supposed be a whisper, but was loud enough for Ali and Ashley to hear, "You said that if I wanted to let other girls fuck you you'd be good with that, now I'm offering Ali the chance to bang you."

"I'm sorry Mona," whimpered Hanna, aghast that she'd so obviously humiliated her girlfriend in public, "Of course, I'd love Alison to test my ass out... I was just..." she tried to think of an excuse. "...worried you'd have nothing to do whilst she's banging me."

"I could watch..." smirked Mona.

"I've a better idea," said Alison, "As Ashley would just be sitting around whilst I butt-banged her daughter, you could fuck her ass as well. You'd like that wouldn't you Ashley?"

"I...yes, I'd like that as long as you do," Ashley replied.

"That's agreed then," smirked Mona, "We're Marin swapping."

Ali looked at Hanna, "Go to your room and get naked. I want you in position for when I come in." She turned to Mona "You want a strap-on? I've got some spares in Ashley's room you can choose from."

"That's considerate" smiled Mona, looking to Hanna like she was Ali's new BFF even though they hated each other, "but Hanna's got one in of mine in her bag. I always get her to carry one with her in case I get horny." She turned to the still sitting blonde, "and didn't Ali just tell you to go upstairs. What are you waiting for? A brass band?"

"Sorry Mona," Hanna blushed, aware that her hesitation was showing up her girlfriend.

A feeling confirmed by Mona's angry irritated snort, "Hmmpf, it's not me you should be apologising to but Ali for not listening to her."

"Sorry Alison," Hanna got to her feet, looking downwards for a moment, not wanting to see Alison's smirk.

Though she could still hear the other blonde's reply, "Apology accepted Hanna, but get that sexy tushie upstairs as I'm wanting to fuck it."

Hanna did as she was told, casting a last look at her Mom, sitting red-faced and silent. Hanna wasn't sure whether she was most embarrassed about the swapping and that she and her daughter had just agreed to be anally banged by each other's girls or that Hanna had been slow and almost rebellious. The teen made a mental note that she'd have to try better, she had to remember she wasn't a dominant, but a submissive and she should be doing everything she was told. That is if she wanted to keep Mona... and she did...

She got to her room, unsure whether to leave the door open or close it. She stood still for a moment, thinking. She could hear the giggling of Ali and Mona as they came up the stairs with her Mom. She began to panic as she realised she'd been given no instructions either way - quickly she shut the door, hoping that it was the right thing to do. Then she began to undress, speedily tearing off her clothing and pushing them under the bed, not wanting to waste time hanging them up as she needed to be in position and ready for Ali when the her ex-friend opened the door; and that could be just seconds away.

It might have been speed, or luck or Alison feeling merciful and slowing down but Hanna was undressed and on the bed, her naked ass pointing upwards towards the door by the time she heard the creak of the handle. The door opened and Alison gave a small titter, "Now, that's what I like to see when I come in a room, ready to fuck Marin ass."

Hanna wiggled it enticingly, "It's yours Alison."

"It's Mona's" Alison corrected her, "I'm just borrowing it."

"Yes," confirmed Hanna. 

Ali's hand slid over her cheeks, rubbing at the firm flesh and massaging the rounded rump, "This is so sexy and hot. It really is a case of like mother, like daughter as your Mom has the most fuckable ass as well. Which is good as I fuck it all the time. You know I love slipping on my strap on and sodomising your Mom, ramming my big dildo deep into her most taboo and intimate hole and reaffirming my ownership. I bet Mona likes doing the same to yours, slamming it open and make it hers. Does she?"

"Yes, she does," Hanna replied, she shook in anxious anticipation as Ali's finger slid between her cheeks and over the still not fully closed hole. The blonde must have seen her reaction as she paused the finger there stroking at the hole and just touching the tip of the digit into the tunnel. Hanna bit her lip and tried not to give a little squeak.

"She is a complete anal slut, your Mom," Ali continued, her fingers moving away from the hole and sliding downwards towards the rapidly wettening pussy. "I mean she's just like a total fuckhole, always up for me hammering at her backdoor. I knew as soon as soon as Mona came in that your Mom wanted her strap-on cock in her slutty ass as she's a butt-fuck skank. I bet you're the same aren't you?" The blonde's finger was moving up again, pausing at Hanna's back hole.

Hanna didn't know what to say, she wasn't sure what was even the true answer anymore. Yes she was a total anal slut and she wanted Ali to fuck her, or no, it was something she did with her girlfriend Mona and she only was with Ali because she was being told to. She kept quiet, or as quiet as she could, little whimpers escaping from between her lips as the tip of Ali's finger pressed at the butt-plug loosened rosebud.

She couldn't see Alison's face, but she knew the other blonde would be smirking. That was what Alison did, she mentally overawed the opposition, screwing their mind with her games and Hanna knew that was all she and her Mom were to the teen. Not like her and Mona, that was true, she knew Mona loved her. "You haven't answered," said Ali cheerfully, "Are all Marins butt-fuck whores or just your Mom?" The blonde had removed her finger, pulling apart Hanna's buttocks and was rubbing the toy in the crack between, its smooth rubbing running over Hanna's sensitive hole. The teen moaned and Alison laughed, "Is that an answer? You're moaning for a large dildo in your ass, are you?"

Mona wanted her to fuck Ali, that was the one thing Hanna knew. She didn't know whether she was an anal loving slut or not, though she guessed she was about to find out, but she knew her girlfriend wanted her to fuck the other blonde. She gave a moan, "Yes."

"Do you really want it?" Alison's hands gripped Hanna's cheeks hard, dragging them apart, her thumbs moving to the hole to push and press at it, threatening to rip it open. The teen quivered, perhaps she did want it, certainly her pussy was damp and hot and her legs weak like jelly with anticipation as her tummy looped and rolled, fear of what she was mixing with a lustful need. But doing it with Alison? The queen-bitch who'd bullied and demeaned her for years, culminating in ass-fucking her Mom like a whore... did she need to feel so desperate for her to anally dick her.

"Ohhhh, I want it, please I want it," Hanna moaned. It wasn't cheating if Mona had asked her to do it, but wanting it like she wanted it, that was definitely slut territory. She just hoped that in future Mona would keep her ass filled personally, rather than passing her to Ali. But that was a worry for another day, right now she was on her hands and knees in front of Alison and she needed that cock, "Please Alison fuck my ass."

"Sure thing Hefty," smirked Hanna and rammed the dick in.

Loosened at it was by the butt-plug the tunnel didn't resist the first few inches, allowing the toy to hurtle inwards. It was only as it reached the parts that the butt-plug hadn't opened that the walls began to clamp round the dildo, like boxing ring ropes trying to hold in a hard hit heavyweight. They strained and fought back, but such was the force behind it they couldn't stop the toy ramming down and Ali was only halted as her thighs slapped into Hanna's cheeks. She whooped in pleasure and Hanna let out a squeal of pain, though there was pleasure mixed in there as well, "Aaaaaarrrghhh."

"You are an anal slut, aren't you?" Alison said in a snide tone, "Just here to be fucked like a submissive bottom." She pulled the toy outwards and Hanna moaned as it rubbed over her inner walls. "You're a fuckhole, Hefty, an fuckhole to be fucked, just like your slutty Mom."

Hanna knew she shouldn't lie here and take it, she should say something, tell Ali she was more than just a fuckhole, defend her Mom's honour, say something... anything. But she couldn't. All she could do was grip the bedding and thrust her ass upwards begging Alison to come down again. The blonde obliged, ramming down and in, spearing Hanna's ass with her whole length. Hanna squealed again, as her asshole was stretched and excited at the same time, "Aaaaarrrghhh."

"You dirty skanky, anal slutbag," Ali laughed, "You're loving my strap-on up your butt aren't you. Tell me you do or I'll stop." She was sliding out again.

"I love it, I love you fucking it. I want you to carry on fucking my ass," Hanna cried out, feeling she was betraying everything she loved, her Mom, Mona, herself. But she needed the feel of the dildo in her hole. Alison slammed down again, her thighs smacking at Hanna's cheeks. Hanna squeaked and gasped as the toy ripped into her, stimulating her and making her insides twirl and dance. Alison's hands were grabbing her sides, gripping them so tightly it hurt, and using them to balance as she went in and out. Hanna squeaked again, "Oooohhh, I want you to fuck me."

"Slut," laughed Alison in reply, but she continued to ram at the back hole.

From further down the corridor Hanna could hear the sound of her Mom's cries, through doors left open - deliberately or not, she wasn't sure - as Hanna's girlfriend banged her butt. The Milf's cries were high-pitched and passionate, the thought that they were because her own lover was making her cum made Hanna jealous; though that jealousy was dampened by the butting wrenching slam of her Mom's fuck-partner (Hanna didn't want to think of them as lovers). Alison must have been psychic as she grinned and said, without loosing a beat, "Can you hear your Mom, Hefty, she's so fucking loud when she's fucking. I have to stuff something in her mouth to stop my eardrums being burst. But I don't need to worry about you overhearing us now, do I. In fact, I think it'll be a bigger turn on when I'm fucking her Milfy ass to think of you here in this room finger fucking yourself as you listen. You will be finger fucking yourself won't you?"

"Ooooohhh, arrrrggghhh, yes, yes, yesss!" Hanna said what she thought Alison wanted to hear. She knew she'd be an anal lesbian hooker for now and ever, but she wasn't really going to get off to her Mom being ass-banged in another room. She tried to change the subject, "Fuck me, ram my ass so hard."

"Okay Hanna, you want it hard you dyke dildo hound," said Alison and slammed even more vigorously into Alison's hole so that the blonde teen almost felt that her chute would be split open. 




The A-Team Ch. 04



She squealed at the soreness and also with the enjoyment. God, she hated loving this, but love it she did. With Mona most of all, but with Alison as well; trying to ignore that she was being anally ridden by the evil bitch and just trying to enjoy the cock in her ass. But it was impossible to forget it was Alison, the blonde teen keeping up a running commentary of what Hanna was; 'a skank, a butt-fucked whore, a fuckhole. a dirty dyke bitch, a piece of meat on legs with some tits'. As Alison said the last she reached slammed her own body on top of Hanna's back so that her bosoms were rubbing against the teen's back and grabbed at Hanna's own choice pair, gripping them hard and using them like pulleys to drag herself hard and deep into Hanna's back hole. Hanna squealed again and Alison carried on the abuse, "You're a slut, Hefty, I always knew it. I could see that you were a fat, piggy slut. Oink, oink, I'm butt-banging a piggy." She laughed, but Hanna couldn't say that the abuse wasn't even turning her on more, making her pussy wetter and making the orgasms more intense, as if the words were as powerful as Alison's demonic thrusts. 

"Oink, oink, slut piggy, I'm fucking your dyke ass. That's what you are isn't it, Mona's little dyke, well not so little perhaps, a fat uggo dyke, who needs rubber dick in her ass like everyone else needs oxygen," Alison laughed.

It was true. Well not the fat bit, she might be a bit podgy still, probably not even that and she was at least moderately beautiful, the stares from the guys at school told her that. But she was Mona's dyke and she needed strap-ons in her ass like others needed to breathe. "I am," she squealed, "I'm an anal nymphomaniac. A slut, a whore."

"A fat piggy whore," corrected Alison.

And like a good submissive Hanna agreed, "A fat piggy whore. Oink, oink."

"Wow, that's good, you're really getting into this, aren't you?" Alison gasped and grunted, panting as she hammered away.

"Fuck me. Fuck my fat ass. Fuck it like I'm a whore, because I am. I'm a slut, a skank, a dirty, dyke fuckhole," squealed Hanna.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah you are a slut," Alison slammed harder, ramming the toy as deep into Hanna's hole as it would reach, expanding her ass like hot gases in a testube until the teen felt she was ready to explode.

"Aaaaarrrghh," Hanna screamed loudly, "Aaaarrrrghhh." She didn't feel any emotional connection to Ali, not like she did to her girlfriend Mona, but the orgasm was atomic all the same. "AAAArrrrghhh," she shrieked, her hands clenching so hard her nails were digging into her palms. "Aaaaaarrrghhhh. Aaaaarrrggghhh." Inside her intensities were looping and her hear hammering like it was trying to escape from her rib cage. "AAaaarrrggghh." The intensity of the pleasure fried at her brain.

There was a popping sound and Hanna could feel cool air entering her asshole as it was suddenly emptied. "Not bad," said Alison, "You're not as anally experienced as your Mom, but just as enthusiastic. it must be a Marin thing. Do you clean as well?"

Hanna nodded. She knew Mona would want her to give the full treatment, to show off to the Alison what a good girlfriend she was. Alison was standing up, leaning gently against the desk, the strap-on sticking out like a weapon. Hanna got up and then down onto her knees in front of the other blonde teen, opening her mouth and without hesitation taking the cock in. She could taste the familiar bitterness, plastic, mixed with her deep ass juice, but she was used to it now and didn't blanche, just closing her eyes and pretending it was something else, with a sweeter taste. Her head bobbed down the rod, slurping and sucking deeply. She heard the door open and the sound of Mona's laugh, "My fuckhole girlfriend, the atm slut."

"She is," Alison said cheerfully back, "I hope you got Ashley to clean yours off."

"She sucked it clean," Mona said, not seeming to mind that Ashley's daughter was in the room, which was fair as Hanna didn't. Well, not much, it was all part of being a good girlfriend for Mona, though she hoped however well her Mom had sucked her lover's strap-on she hadn't cleaned it as well as Hanna would; she didn't want to have to compete with her Mom for Mona's affections. She wondered where her Mom was now? If she opened her eyes would she be draped round Mona lovingly. Hanna's cheeks went red at the thought and she sucked Alison's strap-on deeper, hoping it would remind Mona what a super girlfriend she was. 

"Where is the Mom-slut?" asked Alison. Hanna felt relieved that at least she wasn't arm in arm with Mona.

"She's just making us some cold drinks," said Mona, "If you're thirsty..."

"I'll just finish here and be right down," said Alison. She grabbed Hanna's head and pushed her forward so that the toy was pressing at the back of the blonde teen's throat, "Clean it properly skank. Don't go half-cocked on my cock."

Hanna swallowed the dildo as deep as she dared without choking, even so she still felt herself gagging, making the dildo tremble in her mouth and covering it with more bile. Alison seemed satisfied as she didn't push her any deeper, just keeping her head in place so that Hanna could hardly move back as she slurped and sucked. Suddenly, as quickly as it been pulled out of her ass, it was out of her mouth. The blonde teen sat on her knees, gasping in oxygen and letting the saliva drip from her mouth as Alison looked down at the spit soaked toy. She tutted, "I suppose it'll do. Though if this is the best you can give..." She let the words hang, but Hanna mentally supplied her own, '... Mona's just got much better from your Mom.' 

She was about to dive back down and start doing a better job, to show Alison she was a great cock-sucker and could she please remind Mona of that, but the other blonde was already turning away, "I'm thirsty, I hope your Mom has the drinks ready." She turned and walked down the hallway. Without instructions Hanna remained where she was for a minute, before deciding she was probably wanted downstairs. She got up and went down.

A naked Mona was already seated, on the nicest sofa a fruity (probably non-alcoholic) cocktail in her hand. She passed a second one to Alison and the blonde took a seat beside her, like Mona her strap-on was sticking up, making it look like she had a perpetual hard-on. Hanna looked around for her own drink, she couldn't see anything but a couple of glasses of water on the table next to her Mom, on the smaller sofa. "Umm," Hanna said, not wanting to ask anything and appear dumb in front of Mona.

Her girlfriend understood and gave her a smile, "Han, your Mom made cocktails for me and Ali as we're guests. She poured you a glass of water, wasn't that kind?"

"Er, yes," Hanna picked up the glass and took a sip.

"Han," Mona said sternly, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Thank you," Hanna said to her Mom, blushing at who knew what.

"You should give her a quick thank you kiss," giggled Mona. "Just on the forehead."

This time Hanna knew why she was going red as she leant over her naked Mom, her own bare breasts swinging just inches from Ashley's eyes and quickly pecked her, before standing up and moving a few feet away to stand against the fireplace. Mona and Alison sat relaxed, their eyes moving between the naked Marins.

"So did you enjoy Ashley?" asked Ali as if the Milf wasn't there.

"Mmnnn yeah, very slutty," giggled Mona, "What did you think of Han? Was the butt-plug a help?"

"She's a total skank, isn't she? I bet even without the plug you can get the dildo balls deep in her dirty little whorehole without any complaints... not that it wasn't helpful getting a head start with it."

"Han's an anal nymphomaniac," confirmed her girlfriend, "If I wasn't keeping her on such a tight leash and fucking her butt regularly, I'm sure she'd been going round offering it to every girl in senior year."

"Ashley's the same. Though thinking about it, perhaps that's how I'll be voted Homecomings Queen... 'girls, you can butt-bang my lezzie lover if you vote for me'." Alison giggled and Hanna cast a quick look at her Mom. Ashley was sitting there unmoving but her cheeks were red and burning.

"You'd get my vote," Mona said nodding, "She's one hot, slutty fuckhole. Exhausting though, I'm pooped..."

"I was just about to ask if you wanted to swap back and bang our own skanky fuckhole," said Alison.

Hanna almost jolted upright at words, she lived for Mona banging her and whilst she do anything for her, the thought of the dark-skinned sex-machine thrusting into her was enough to start making her wet again. She quickly glanced at her Mom, if she hadn't been naked she'd have looked so prim and proper sitting their with her hands crossed on her lap, but Hanna thought there was a hint of desire on her face as well as she thought of being banged by Alison.

"In a little while, once I get my breath back," said Mona, disappointing Hanna.

But she ought to have known Alison long enough to realise 'no' was not a word that anyone ever used to her. The blonde grinned, wicked like a very sexy witch about to dump a plump baby in a boiling cauldron, "You need to be re-energised then... would a lesbian floor show do it?"

Hanna blushed, she knew Mona would like that, she just wondered if she'd be made to stay and watch or whether Mona would let her leave the room as Alison banged her Mom. Mona was grinning, which suggested not. "That'd work," said the brunette, licking her lips as she looked over Hanna and her Mom, "So Han you up for some sexy action with Ashley?"

It took a second for Hanna to realise what was being said. Her Mom must have been quicker off the mark as whilst Hanna was still frowning in confusion she let out a quickly stifled yelp of horrified shock. Alison was grinning, "Sounds like an plan Ashley, what do you say?"

"I... I... she's my daughter..." Ashley replied blushing.

"I know. That's what would make it ultra-sexy, the two of you making out, tit to tit, pussy to pussy," Alison grinned. "I think Mona's idea is great."

"Please, Alison, no, it's wrong," Ashley said beseechingly.

Alison shrugged, "If that's how you feel me and Mona better get going, no point hanging around for nothing is there?"

"No!" Hanna was surprised at her own vehemence. She looked at her Mom, "We'll do it, won't we Mom?"

Ashley was flushed red, but she nodded, "Yes, I mean if that's what Alison and Mona want?" She looked at them as if she hoped they'd shake their heads, but the two dominant young teens were looking too lustful for that to be likely. Reluctantly Ashley stood up, motioning for Hanna to do the same. The teen did so as slowly as she could. Despite her agreement to do it, she wasn't any more enthusiastic than her Mom, but she realised if she wanted to be Mona's girl she was going to have to do things that her lover liked; and if that included a floorshow with her Mom so be it.

"Start off gentle," instructed Alison, "Just kissing."

"But make sure you use tongues," added Mona.

Hanna faced her Mom. After a brief pause she leaned in, meeting her Mom half way. Their mouths opened together and they slid at each other mouths, their hands hanging uselessly by their sides. Alison noted that and quickly added a further injunction, "Place your hands on each other hips, so you don't look like dummies."

Hanna moved her hands as her Mom moved hers. Once on she kept them in place, not moving them up and down sensually as she often would do. Her eyes closed, she hoped Mona and Alison would think it sexual and hot, especially if she carried on munching with her mouth, and not the real reason - that if she kept them closed she was constantly reminded the woman she was making out with was her own Mom.

"Go for it you pair of sluts," hooted Mona.

"Get those tongues down each others throats," giggled Alison, "I want to see them fighting for control."

"Yes, kiss harder, like you're really in to it," Mona laughed as the two Marins followed their lover's commands, thrusting their tongues together and in, their mouths moving as they slurped and sucked and tried to encase the other's lips. As they kissed more vigorously and deeper their bodies came together closer, until Hanna could feel her Mom's tits rubbing at her and knew her own were bouncing under her Mom's. She kept her eyes closed, trying not to see in her mind's eye what she could feel against her skin, the nipples hardening, the touch of her Mom's hands on her waist. She knew it was just a natural reaction to being touched, but she felt guilt as her pussy began to become wetter. She hoped Mona and Alison didn't notice.

"You dirty skanks," laughed Alison, "How does it feel making out with your own flesh and blood?"

"They're loving it," Mona laughed as well, "I can tell."

"They are, I bet they slut off with each other all the time when no-one's around," added Alison. 

"If we're careful they'll be butt-fucking each other like crazy and we'll be redundant," agreed Mona.

Never that, thought Hanna, she needed her girlfriend, needed her to bang her regularly and make her feel like a woman, otherwise, despite what she and Alison were saying, she'd never have even thought about swapping tongue with her Mom.

"Ashley, feel Hanna's pussy - see if you're making the little dyke wet," ordered Alison with a laugh.

Her Mom's hand slid down and rubbed against her pussy. As soon as her Mom started to move it back (which was within seconds of placing it there) Alison laughed out another command, "Keep it, there, rub that slit good, make her nice and juicy like she's a whore you've picked up."

"A daughter whore," giggled Mona, "Han you need to return the favour, play with your Mom's pussy as you make out."

Sliding her hand down Hanna connected with her Mom's hole, the one she'd come out of eighteen years before. It was smooth and wet, her Mom obviously as turned on as Hanna was and, she hoped, as disgusted with herself. The two teens on the couch were lapping it up however, and that was what mattered. "Finger fuck her Han."

"Oh God, Mona, look at my fuckhole's face, she's loving getting fingered by her daughter."

Hanna went red, but continued to finger her Mom's cunt, knowing that stopping before she was told wouldn't impress Mona. Nor from the way her Mom's tongue moved at hers, would it impress her Mom. She just hoped the Milf's reactions were as automatic as hers, her actions out of her control and just the natural response to having a finger in her pussy. rather than she was being turned on by Hanna. Even so she slammed harder. 

"Go on Ashley, stick your finger in that whorehole in front of you," squeaked Alison.

Hanna nearly bit down on her own and her Mom's tongues as the digit slid into her. It seemed almost immediately to find her spot, making her legs shake and her stomach jump. Mom or not, it felt so good and hot, her pussy soaked with lust, almost vibrating in pleasure. 

"You dirty skanks, you're just a pair of pussy whores," squeaked Mona in excitement and Hanna couldn't disagree.

"You think it'd be hot if they sixty-nined?" asked Alison.

"Really hot," laughed Mona. "You heard her, get on the floor, you on the bottom Han, Ashley on top and lick those wet cunts."

Hanna opened her eyes, to see her Mom was as red as Hanna was, both Marins flushed with embarrassment. But neither hesitated, Hanna lying herself on the floor, her legs opening and her Mom getting down her face between them and her own pussy over Hanna's face. Hanna's mouth opened and her tongue flicked out at the same time as she felt her Mom's running over her own twat. 

"Lick out," cried Alison in excitement, "Eat those wet cunts."

"Tongue those holes, skanks," Mona laughed.

Hanna licked and lapped at the soaking slit above her, tasting the warm sweet liquid that was coating the lips and the tunnel walls between them. Her Mom's body vibrated above her, her larger tits rubbing at Hanna's stomach as her tongue slapped into the teen's cunt. Hanna couldn't help her hands moving to her Mom's butt, she told herself it was to make sure Mona was pleased with her performance and to help the two of them balance. But she was unable to explain why it felt so good to caress her Mom's butt cheeks as she tasted her front hole's juice; it must just be her body running on its own, not caring who it was eating and who was eating it.

"Look at those sluts, Ali, they're really tonguing those twats."

"They're the biggest whores in Rosewood," Alison laughed back, "I bet your energy levels are zipping up."

"It is amazing how watching sexy Mom and daughter skanks sixty nine each other can help you recover that mojo," giggled Mona.

"Shall we fuck some ass again?" Alison smiled.

"Oh yes, lets," Mona laughed before turning to the licking Marins, "You two stay in position and keeping cleaning each others cunts; a good ass-pounding isn't an excuse to slack off Mommy-daughter pussy slurping."

Hanna had been hoping that she'd have been able to stop and that Mona would take her upstairs to her room and butt-bang her in private. But, it could be worse, Mona could have been too tired to fuck her, or as a total nightmare, being so impressed by fucking her Mom she'd throw Hanna over for the chance of a more mature anal fuckhole. She briefly contemplated how quickly Mona and Ali had moved from mortal enemies to their current friendliness. If it had just been Ali she'd have put it down to some devious plan of the blonde, but Mona wasn't the type to put in place complicated conspiracies. It must just be that after years of hating each other the two tops had discovered in each other a kindred spirit; one with the same hunger for butt-fucking. 

Her thoughts were cut short as Mona came in behind her, the dark-skinned top lifting Hanna's butt cheeks so that they were resting on her thighs at the same time as she pushed down Ashley's head deeper so that the Milf was deep in her daughter's pussy. Even though her eyes were closed Hanna could feel that her Mom was being penetrated by Alison as her licks got quicker and more intense and she started to shudder and vibrate. To her horror and embarrassment it made her own cunt hotter and hornier, turned on by the vigorous slam of her Mom's tongue. 

"MMmnnn, well opened Hanna ass, I'm going to enjoy this," said Mona and pushed the dildo into Hanna. 

The blonde started as it pushed in. No matter how loose she was (and with the butt-plug and Ali she was as gaping as she'd ever been) it still shocked her the first time the dildo entered, like it didn't belong. She screwed her eyes tighter shut and continued licking her Mom, knowing she would within seconds get used to the dildo. And she did; moments later the toy felt so right - as if having Mona's strap-on slide in and out of her ass, deep down the hole, was what her back passage had been designed for. She could hear Mona giggle as she sped up the pace, whilst still pushing Ashley's face down into her daughter.

"How's yours Ali?" she asked.

"Ohh, oooohhh. God, Mona, she's as hot and bangable, you did a really good job on prepping her," Alison said.

"You as well. Han's always an anal slut, but she's double it at the moment," Mona said back, "We ought to get them together like this more."

"Oh, yes, I swear they love nothing more than having their butts filled as they lick each other's wet twats like the dirty whore skanks they are," Ali laughed.

The two tops went silent again, apart from little grunts of exertion, as they hammered at the two Marins, slamming the toys deep into the anal passages of them both. Hanna carried on licking at her Mom, until her tongue, and then she licked some more. All the while her Mom's tongue was ramming at her hole, sliding over and in the slit, combining with the ass-fucking to make Hanna's toe's curl and her insides flutter. The vibrations from the butt-banging shot through her, her bouncing Mom's swinging tits scraping at the teen's belly with every brutal, vigorous thrust from Alison.




The A-Team Ch. 04



Suddenly her Mom's vibration ceased and Hanna felt something hard, wet and sticky being slapped into her face. "Open up and suck it," Alison sniggered, "There's a slut."

Hanna opened her eyes. The first thing she could see was the top of her Mom's pussy, dripping with cum and saliva. Seconds later she felt another smack on her forehead and she pushed her head back. Alison had removed the strap-on from Ashley's ass and was pushing it towards Hanna's face. She grinned at the teen blonde, "Open wide and suck it."

Hanna paused, but Mona was quick to confirm that she wanted her lover to do as Ali said, "You heard her Han, clean her cock."

Rolling her head backwards as far as it could go Hanna gave a sickly smile and opened her mouth. Ali didn't waste time with pleasantries or thank yous, just going forward and pushing the dick between Hanna's lips. The submissive teen slurped and sucked off it, she could taste the bitterness of her Mom's anal juices and as much as she tried to ignore them it was impossible to imagine it was anything but her Mom's butt, especially as she could see it above her. She tried to close her eyes, but Alison pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth, "Open your eyes, Hanna, how are you going to suck and slurp with them shut?"

There was no answer to that so Hanna kept them opened as she sucked up and down the toy cleaning it. After a minute Alison pulled the toy out, grinning as she took it in one hand and reinserted it in Ashley's butt, "Look Ashley, Han's relubed my dick for your ass. Isn't she the perfect daughter?"

Without being told Hanna knew she was supposed to be licking her Mom again now her mouth was free. She brought her lips and tongue up and began to munch as her Mom began to shudder and shake from Alison's re-enegerised fucking. The two Marins rubbed against each other as they were fucked back and forth.

"Pop," giggled Mona as she pulled her strap-on out of Hanna's ass. "There you are Mrs Marin, suck it up."

Hanna felt her Mom's mouth lift from her pussy and the sound of her slurps merged with the slap of Ali's thighs against the Milf's butt. "She's a great cock-sucker," the dominant blonde said not pausing in her pounding, "after I've given her a butt-banging there's little Ashley enjoys more than a little ATM action."

"I'm noticing," laughed Mona, "It's a real case of like mother like daughter." So saying she pulled the dick out of Ashley's mouth and placed it back in its proper place in Han's hole.

The two tops continued to pound, laughing and giggling, as they did so. Several times they'd take the dildos out of their girlfriend's backhole and make the other Marin clean and lube them up. Hanna quickly got into a practiced sucking routine, even if she still hated the taste, it was still better than lapping her own Mom's cunt - she would never stop finding that humiliating - even if she didn't consider stopping, not even for a brief moment. But even if she disliked what she was having to do with her mouth, the pleasure her ass was receiving made it worth it. And she couldn't deny the tongue in her pussy was blissful as well - if she tried to ignore the tongue belonged to her Mom. Her insides cooked and her body trembled and shuddered as she came again and again; above her she could tell from her Mom's vibrations that the fake cock and teen tongue was also doing for her.

"Whew, I am totally, like, pooped," Mona said pulling the dildo out and giving it to Ashley for one final clean.

"Me as well, but in a good way, "Alison said, withdrawing her own toy, "Open wide Hefty, eat on this..."

Hanna did as she was told, encasing the thick rubber between her lips and moving them up and down the hard shaft.

"Worth it," said Mona.

"Oh yes, definitely. Now I know you and Han are fucking we should do this more often, swap them as well."

"I'd be up for that," said Mona. She giggled, "Though who would have imagined we'd bond over analising our dirty slutty whore fuckholes."

Honestly Mona, if I knew you loved dyke ass as much as I did I'd have made friends with you in kindergarten, not waited until senior year." Alison said. She pulled the rubber dildo out of Hanna's mouth, "We ought to take a souvenir."

"Good idea," giggled Mona. "Okay, Han, Ashley, the two of you stand up and face the wall. That's it. Put an arm round each other's waists and with your spare hand pull at your outside buttock." Hanna did as she was asked, exposing her gaping hole. "Mona and Ali giggled and there was the snap of camera phones. "Turn your heads and smile." laughed Mona.

Hanna did, forcing a happy beam on her face, instead of the humiliated rictus grin she'd have otherwise had. standing a few feet behind them stood the strap-on equipped naked Mona and Ali. They were holding their phones at arms length, snapping away at the two Marins holding each other and their well-used butts. "Say cheese," grinned Ali and took another photo.

*

Standing in the apartment that doubled as the A-Team's HQ Melissa Hastings admired the latest addition to the wall of photos. It was the Marins, naked together. In the frame below was the engraving, "Ashley and Hanna Marin butt fucked" and from the size of the wide gaping holes that was an understatement, both had been so well pounded that their anal chutes were like caverns.

Melissa turned from the photo towards the two implementers of the gaping, "You look like you had fun." She wasn't jealous, she knew she'd get her turn and it was important that the team never let anything get anything as petty as who got to pound a particular fuckhole in the way of their camaraderie and closeness.

Alison and Mona both nodded, "We did," said Mona.

"I still can't believe that you managed to get them to swap," admitted Melissa.

Alison shrugged, "I was confident," she said with a touch of arrogance.

"I thought we'd get them to swap, but truthfully I thought they'd say no to going all lesbo on each other," said Mona, "But a few words from us and they not only do a make-out session but all the way to a sixty-nine."

Alison shrugged again, "I learnt a lot when I was away from Rosewood."

Melissa grinned, "Sounds like your 'kidnapping' paid off."

"For us all," said Alison with a smile.

Further conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Melissa walked over and opened it.

In stepped a visibly irritated Ella Montgomery. She looked round the three A-team members, "Hello girls..."



The A-Team Ch. 05



All are characters over eighteen

 *

 Ella Montgomery entered the HQ of the A-team, a frown of irritation across her attractive features.

 "You're late" Melissa Hastings said and then aware that it sounded like an accusation and noticing her fellow team member's storm cloud expression added in a softer tone "Tough day at school?"

 The teacher and founder of the A-team nodded and strode over to the pictures, admiring the recent addition of Hanna and Ashley Marin standing together with their gaped open ass holes. Melissa, Mona and Ali waited silently for a moment as Ella gave a small smile as she looked at the photos and then a shrug as if her problems were inconsequential compared to the team's mission to fuck sexy bottoms. She turned back away from the pictures and took a seat on the couch, next to Alison, who was trying her best to look sympathetic - and almost managing it. 

 "It's your younger sister, Melissa," said Ella exasperatedly, "Giving her the answer is never just enough, she always wants to push it. I spent ten minutes trying to convince her that 1984 is a left wing criticism of Stalinism and she spent the whole time arguing back that it's a more general critique of bureaucracy and Government. If I said something was black, she'd argue it was just a light form of grey. I wouldn't mind if she did it in class, but she waited until the bell had gone before button-holing me at my desk." 

 "She needs reminding you're the teacher," said Mona sympathetically.

 Melissa thought her younger sister needed more than that, but it was Ella who put it into words, snorting, " She needs butt-fucking. I mean she's so obviously a dyke fuckhole," she looked at Melissa, slightly reddening as she remembered she was talking about her friend's younger sister.

 Melissa shrugged, "I'm not arguing, if ever a girl needed a cock up her ass it's Spence. I'm her sister and I think she needs to know her proper place, her head between an A-teamer's legs and her cheeks spread for another. But is she ready?" She looked at Alison the master manipulator, who almost seemed to be able to read minds and then open them so that they flowed in a way their submissive owners had never consciously considered.

 It was Mona who answered with a smile, "Oh she's ready and I've been thinking of a plan... that is if we don't mind Ella breaking her in and by breaking in I mean banging her virgin butt."

 "Oh I don't mind," Ella said with a smile. She looked at Melissa.

 The older Spencer sister nodded, "No, I'm okay with that as well." Then she smiled, "In fact I'd love to hear about how my goodie-goodie sister is going to be made in anal whore."

 "Here's my plan..." said Mona and began to go through it. Like many of Mona's plans, the core was good, but the details ill-thought through. Luckily Melissa had the forensic skill to see them and dissect them, throwing the problems to the rest of the group to solve. The four A-teamers talked and schemed for hours, but by the time they broke up they all knew Spencer's time as a heterosexual anal virgin was at an end.

 And all it would take was Ella's red pen...

 *

 Spencer stared down at the paper, looked up just to check she hadn't fallen asleep and was having a nightmare, and then looked down again. It was her paper all right, her carefully argued and immaculately typed English essay of a quality most Yale graduates would envy; erudite, witty and above all correct. And there in the corner in red pen, circled as if for emphasis was an E. Not even a B+, which was the lowest she'd ever had (and she was on prescription drugs at the time), nor even a C or a D, which was what her friend Hanna normally got, but an E - a grade reserved for the dumbest of the dumb. She looked up at Ella Montgomery's retreating back as she passed the marked papers to the rest of the class. "Mrs Montgomery, I think there's been some mistake with my grade."

 "I don't think so," said her friend's Mom. She turned and walked back to Spencer's desk, leaning over to look down at the paper as if she was checking what she had said was true, Then she straightened up, "No, there's no mistake. I've graded the paper with the mark it deserved."

 "But..." Spencer knew it was worth more than that and was about to argue.

 Mrs Montgomery made a gesture which said that she wasn't in a listening mood, "Spencer, we have to get on with the lesson. If you want to discuss the poor grade I've given you can see me after school." Spencer went red at the collective gasp that went round the room that she'd been marked as less than perfection. She gave a brief nod, deciding this was not the moment to argue, but equally convinced Ella Montgomery had made a mistake in the grading and that Spencer would need to persuade her of the error of her ways.

 The rest of the day seemed to drag, the other classes Spencer had been too simple for words and seemingly designed just to make the day longer. As soon as the final bell rang she was out of her seat and striding towards Mrs Montgomery's classroom. It was empty, but all of Ella's books were still sitting on the desk, suggesting the teacher hadn't left. Spencer waited as outside the room the school emptied, the corridors clearing and the parking lot becoming denuded of both students' and teachers' cars. Just when Spencer was starting to think that she was, for once, wrong and Ella Montgomery had left for the day the classroom door opened and in stepped her friend's Mom. 

 Spencer immediately wondered if the reason Ella had been away from the classroom was that the divorced Mom was preparing for a date. She'd changed from her formless slacks to a shorter skirt which went half-way up her thighs, her sensible shoes replaced by knee length leather boots and her blouse with a sweater so tight Spencer could see the nipples. If so, the guy was in for a treat - Spencer wasn't a lesbian like her friend Emily, though if she had been she'd have been impressed. However date or no date Spencer wanted to get her grade put up to its proper place, an A- at the least. "Mrs Montgomery you said to come to see you about my essay and the grade."

 Ella didn't answer straight away instead taking her seat behind the desk and pushing the chair a few inches back to allow her lovely legs space to cross, the skirt riding up a bare thigh. "I did. I was thinking about going to your parent's direct, but I've decided to give you a chance first - though if I don't see an improvement I'll have no choice."

 This wasn't what Spencer had expected, she had thought Ella would quickly accept her mistake and up her grade, not talk about going to her parents. She quickly moved back into the attack, "Mrs Montgomery, you know this essay wasn't E grade material it was at least A. No-one else has done the depth of research."

 "No, Spencer, it was sloppy, poorly written, with out of date and discredited ideas, I was reading your essay directly after Alison's and the difference in them was telling. For a smart girl you seem to be incredibly lazy and slack in your school work." 

 Spencer blushed; it was unfair, she thought, she had worked hard on that assignment. But more wounding was the fact that Mrs Montgomery believed Alison's had been better; there had always been a rivalry between the two girls, but it had become exacerbated now she'd come to realise Ali wasn't her friend but a girl who'd get A+ for being a bitch. She was about to protest more, when Ella held up a hand stopping her, "I don't want any excuses Spencer, what we need to think about now is where we go from here."

 "I could redo it?" suggested Spencer.

 There was an abrupt shake of Ella Montgomery's head, "If it was only this essay I'd agree. But we both know its more than that. I've been looking over your past work with a more critical eye, I've been marking too high - it's my own fault, you're Aria's friend and also I remember how bright your sister was and that may have influenced my marking. If I'd been marking properly I think you'd be bouncing around a D average." 

 Spencer's head swam, one essay was bad enough, but all her work.... She opened her mouth and closed it. Luckily, as Ella hadn't finished, "And there's your behaviour in class. Inattentive, argumentative, disruptive...." 

 Spencer seriously wondered if she'd wandered into an alternative universe where her alter-ego Spencer was everything she wasn't. She was the best student in the whole class, listening intently, never speaking unless she had something constructive to say and always first with her hand up for an invariably correct and well argued answer. How could Ella think otherwise? She looked at the teacher, for once speechless, of all the scenarios she had played in her head, this was one she had never even contemplated.

 "So you see," Ella continued, "We have a problem. The question is what do we do about it."

 Spencer was still shell-shocked and silent, but seeing that Mrs Montgomery was looking at expecting an answer she managed to mumble, "I don't know."

 The pretty Milf teacher sighed, "That's the attitude I've come to expect from you Spencer, an 'I don't care'. You've been able to get by on being lackadaisical and lazy in school, but this is your final year. If you're lucky enough to get into a college tutors there won't be letting your poor quality work slide through, and as for if you need to get a job..." She didn't complete the sentence.

 Spencer blushed red, "I'll try and improve," she said, though she wasn't sure how.

 Ella shook her head despairingly, "I'm sure you will, for about five minutes, before letting your work slip again. That's the truth and there's little I can do about that, at least nowadays."

 "What do you mean, now? Was there something you could have done? Am I too late?" Spencer could feel herself close to panic; she hadn't even known there was a problem with her work and if it hadn't been so life-destroying she'd have thought it ironic that there had been a solution that she had missed.

 "I don't mean something recent, but more that whilst much of teaching has moved on, we've lost something about how to deal with poorly performing students. Now we can only tell you off, but it used to be we could physical chastise poor students..."

 "Did that work?" Spencer asked.

 "Mostly not, but with a few students it did. It made them realise they were going down the wrong path and righted them again," Ella shrugged and made to stand up from her desk, "It doesn't matter, spanking isn't allowed."

 "Please, please, can we try it," Spencer said in desperation. There was opening, a way to get her work back on track and she wasn't going to get the law get in her way; she just had to talk Mrs Montgomery, Ella into doing it. It would be humiliating, she was sure, and possibly painful, depending on how hard the teacher smacked her, but it was a lot less bad than failing to get into college and ending up selling Big Macs and fries.

Mrs Montgomery looked shocked, "Spencer..." she snapped abruptly, her tone angry.

 She shouldn't push she knew, but Spencer also knew that failing wasn't an option - no Hastings in living memory hadn't got into a top college, grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, her sister... Whilst she couldn't see how an old fashioned spanking would help she had to try, or be a loser. "Please Mrs Montgomery... Ella," the teen wasn't above emotional blackmail reminding the teacher that she had known her since Aria was small.

 Ella pursed her lips, "I shouldn't have said. It probably won't work."

 Life was so unfair, thought Spence. She clenched her hands tightly into fists as she put every ounce of energy she could gather into her pleas, "Mrs Montgomery, can we give it a go. I want to do better, I don't want to be getting E's and if spanking will help..." Ella didn't say anything, but, from her expression, was at least considering it. Spencer didn't allow her any let-up, "I want to be spanked. I want my bottom to be thrashed until I squeal. I want to be good."

 There was another silence, only for a few seconds, but to Spencer it seemed longer, before Ella spoke, "You know what you're asking is illegal. If anyone found out I'd be fired... at best."

 "I won't tell anyone," said Spencer.

 "If I do this, and I'm not saying I will, I won't be giving you a few light slaps on your bottom it would be a proper punishment, whipping you so hard you'll be sobbing." Ella spoke quietly her eyes on Spencer's face as if she was expecting the teen's expression to tell her something the young Hasting's words wouldn't.

 Keeping her features in tune with her words Spencer nodded, "Yes, Mrs Montgomery. I understand. It won't work if it's not a proper thrashing."

 The older woman sighed, "Okay Spencer. Go and shut the door and pull down the blind. Make sure it's locked as well."

 Spencer almost skipped over to it, doing as she was instructed. In the few seconds it took her to do that and turn around Mrs Montgomery had moved her chair backwards from the desk so that there was a couple of feet of space between them. The teacher sat down and patted her thigh rapidly, "Over my knee Spencer."

 Spencer quickly did as she was told. It felt strange having of her stomach resting on her friend's Mom's legs, but it felt vaguely right, almost comfortable. She waited for the spanking to begin. It didn't start, instead there was a cough from Mrs Montgomery, "Spencer if I wanted to mark my hand with your denims I'd have said so."

 "Mrs Montgomery... do you mean?..." Spencer wasn't exactly sure what the teacher meant.

 However Mrs Montgomery soon made it clear, "Yes, Spencer, pull down your jeans and your panties as well. Spankings need to be on bare bottoms, otherwise they're not going to do anything."

 Spencer stood up, blushing. She turned away from the teacher as she fiddled with her jean buttons, all the time aware the older woman was looking at her. Perhaps the humiliation was part of the punishment, another spur to do better. If that was so she should have pulled them down to her ankles or kicked them of altogether, but she couldn't face being bottomless and over her teacher's knee so she just pulled them down to the top of her thighs. She turned back and waddled to Ella's knees, glad that her blouse tail covered her naked pussy. Slowly she lowered herself over the teacher, her head dropping down and her ass raising up. 

 "That's better," said Ella. For a moment Spencer could feel the older woman's hands caressing her cheeks, almost like she was playing with them. But before Spencer could fully think through the ramifications of that her teacher had raised her hand. 

 And then she brought it down.

 With force...

 "Yooowwww!" Spencer gave a cry, as much of shock as pain. It did hurt, more than she had expected, Ella must have put some strength into it. But it wasn't agony, not like ripping a nail or stubbing a toe, more like banging face first into a door. And it was embarrassing like that as well, as if she walked headfirst into one and bounced back in front of a room full of laughing students. The fact that there was only her and teacher and Mrs Montgomery wasn't laughing didn't stop Spencer blushing. 

 "Oooowww!" she gave another squeal as Ella's hand came down again, making her butt cheeks wiggle and dance. She hated this; it was humiliating enough to be over the older woman's knee with her ass getting tanned, that it was naked and exposed made it even more so. In fact the only thing worse would be the sniggers of the class as they'd heard of her grades. The thought of sitting in the corner wearing a dunce's cap kept the teen in position.

 "Yoooucchh!" Ella's hand came down for the third time in as many seconds. Spencer felt her ass cheeks glowing, her face cheeks as well - possibly for different reasons. It didn't help that the position Ella had her in meant that the blood was rushing down to her head, making her dizzy and light-headed. There was another slap, as hard as before on her buttocks and Spencer squeaked out another cry. Face down, butt up meant she couldn't see them coming and it was hard to say anything, sure she could open her mouth and speak, but only to the floor - and why would Mrs Montgomery listen to that? The teen gritted her teeth, opening them again as a fifth slap spanked across her ass.

 'Smack, smack, smack," Ella's hand ricocheted down in a series of ultra-quick slaps, each one leaving a print on the teen's firm butt. Spencer squealed and squeaked some more, involuntarily shaking one of her legs, like a nerve was jangling. Ella ignored the twitch and brought down her palm again, 'Smack, smack.'

 "OOOowww," Spencer squeaked, was that ten or eleven?, she wasn't sure. Nor was she sure how many she was going to get. Did Mrs Montgomery have a set number in mind a dozen or a hundred? Surely her own hand would be stinging soon, it wasn't like she was holding back - Spencer's ass was red and sore, but the teacher's palm would also soon be aching. Was that what she was planning? To spank until she couldn't do any more? Or did she just suddenly hit a magical point when she would know Spence had learned her lesson. Spencer wanted to tell her that if so, she'd learnt the lesson after the first slap - her grades would improve, she knew it. She also knew that Mrs Montgomery wouldn't believe her, Spencer would be here for a while. Another series of slaps wiggled her naked butt - it was over a dozen now, it must be near fifteen or sixteen even. And Mrs Montgomery wasn't stopping, her hand careened across Spencer's ass taking the number of spanks up to twenty. Spencer opened her mouth and squealed again, "Ooooowwww!"

 Would the teacher stop at a round number; even if Spencer had miscounted and it was twenty one that might be the time she stopped. 'Slap', Ella's hand pounded down again, there was no sense that she was weakening and Spencer gave another squeal, shaking in humiliation as her buttocks bounced. 'Slap, slap' the palm came down twice more in quick succession, concentrating once on each cheek, hard enough to have left red imprints in the flesh if her round buttocks hadn't already been scarlet. "OOOwwww," Spencer squealed again, the sound as much due to the embarrassment as the pain.

 'Slap' once more the hand came down as hard as before, making Spencer jerk. She waited for the next blow.

 And waited...

 And waited...

 The break might have only been a minute, but to Spencer, splayed across Ella Montgomery's legs with her naked, red, ass pointing upwards at her teacher it seemed like it was hours. Had the punishment finished? was that it? Twenty five slaps or twenty six? It might even be twenty seven? Spencer bit her lip, willing it to be so, silently promising to redouble her efforts on her essay for Mrs Montgomery. The silence continued and Spencer wondered if the teacher was waiting for her speak, to say she'd learnt her lesson and would be a model pupil from now on.

 She was just about to do so when she felt Mrs Montgomery's hand on her butt again; except this time it wasn't a hard slap, but a slow, gentle caress of the teen's cheeks, moving over the round mound like she was stroking a favourite cat sitting in her knee. Spencer bit her lip harder, unsure what to do. After the hard spanking the soft touch felt good, worryingly sensual. Was her pussy starting to tingle? It was, just a little, a small feeling of horniness, growing as the teacher continued to rub her. Spencer's face went even redder than when Ella had been thrashing her, hoping that the teacher wouldn't notice the arousal. Over her cheek went the brunette teacher's hand, gently, softly, sexily. Spencer's face was burning with embarrassment; she wasn't a lesbian or a sado-masochist, so why was her body betraying her like this? She could feel her cunt was getting wet, not soaking or gushing, but certainly starting to dampen. 'Please, please, please stop', she thought, 'please, please, please don't notice'.




The A-Team Ch. 05



She was out of luck. Mrs Montgomery's hand moved lower, prying apart the top of her thighs to leave a small gap. She slid between it and down towards Spencer's shaven cunt. Her finger moved over it lightly, rubbing over the lips and teasing her tips at the slit between. For a few seconds she remained there, exploring the crease, before she withdrew. "You're wet," Ella said in the same tone she might have said that 'That dress is red'.

 If her face hadn't already been dropped down Spencer would have hung her head. "Yes," she said meekly.

 "This is so supposed to be a punishment, not a way to connect with your inner sub-dyke," said Mrs Montgomery sternly.

 "Yes, I'm sorry," Spencer whined, "It's just..."

 Before she could continue she was interrupted "Spencer if I wanted excuses I'd have asked for them. It seems your sloppy attitude isn't just in your school work." Spencer remained silent as Ella gave a sigh, either theatrical or heart-felt, "It seems just a normal spanking isn't enough. I'll have to take it up a gear for it to have any effect."

 "Up a gear?"

 "Using my hand, as you can imagine, at least if you've been paying attention in physics is going to limit the force I can use. I thought it would be hard enough, but I underestimated your sluttiness." Spencer went red, she'd never thought she was anywhere near a slut, but Ella must be right. That's why she was wet, was it also why she was failing at school - too much time thinking of boys and not enough knuckling down with her studies. Even as Spencer was thinking Ella was continuing to speak, "So if we want this to work, we're going to have to take firmer measures and use a ruler on your ass."

 "Yes, Mrs Montgomery." Spencer agreed.

 "Yes what? I'm a lesbo slut or I want you to thrash me with your ruler?"

 "Both," said Spencer unhappily.

 She could feel Mrs Montgomery leaning forward to her desk and hear the scrape of papers and pens being moved across it's surface as the teacher reached for the wooden ruler. Spencer suddenly recalled that she'd never seen her teacher use it, Mrs Montgomery was English not Math and the teen wondered if it was the first time it had been in the brunette's hand since she brought it in. She barely had time to think that this couldn't have been why it had been bought when the straight wooden stick slapped onto her ass. "Ooooowww," she squealed. If the hand had hurt, this was even more so. It was like being stabbed by a needle as opposed to being jabbed with a stick, a sharp, stinging pain making her blink in agony.

 "Oooowwwww," Mrs Montgomery wasn't waiting for the pain to subside before she brought the ruler down again; the crack of it against Spencer's flesh sounding like what she imagined a gunshot would be. "Oooooowwww," the teen shrieked again as the short wooden stick smashed across her butt cheeks, perfectly dissecting them. Up went Ella's hand and down again, making no allowance for the fact that she was now gripping an implement compared to her open palm. Pain, flowed through Spencer, and humiliation.

 And horniness. 

 Her pussy wasn't getting any drier, the tingle in it not vanishing, if anything she was getting wetter and the sexual itch was growing. The teen tried desperately to think of something else, early twentieth century legal reforms, but even as she began to formulate 'Oliver Wendell Holmes' in her mind Ella came crashing down, not even leaving Spencer time to remember whether it was the Snr or Jnr she should be thinking about. She tried to think again, to bring her mind away from the thrashing, but there was no chance - the brunette was just so fast, the teacher bringing down the ruler so speedily that it was like lightning. Spencer shrieked out again, rocking in pain, unable to remember what she'd been even trying to think about, the pain and the humiliation almost overwhelming her senses; leaving enough for her horniness but no more. 

 Ella was silent, not saying a word or grunting, just thrashing down with a brutal determination, leaving Spencer's butt a criss-cross of red lines and purple weals. Tears sprung at Spencer's eyes, forcing her to blink them back, her mouth was continually open and closing as she let out screams and yells. She wasn't even bothering to count how many strokes Ella had made off her bare bottom, there were plenty, she knew that, but they were too fast to count, even if her brain had been capable of doing so. 'Crack, crack, crack' the ruler smashed down. 'Crack, crack, crack.'

 Spencer had never realised it was possible to be numb and feel pain at the same time; but that was what was happening. Her ass was agony, sharp stabbing pain shooting from it continuously, but it seemed to be impervious to the new strikes, hardly able to feel them,. She was only aware that the ruler was thrashing against her naked ass from the gunshot sounds and the way Ella's thighs wobbled and her stomach rubbed at Spence's side as her hand came down. 'Crack, crack, crack.'

 Water was leaking from her eyes, no matter how furiously she blinked it back. But it wasn't as bad as the dampness in her pussy, her slit leaking out its own liquid with every thrash as if she was enjoying it. Spencer forced her eyes closed, hoping it would soon be over and wondering what she'd do when it was.

 There was no warning it was going to stop, no slowing in speed or force, no words. One moment Ella was giving Spencer's bottom her all and the next... silence, stillness, the only movements Spencer's laboured breathing, the only sound her stifled sobs. For moments Ella remained still and silent, the ruler still in her hand, then she moved placing it back on her desk and sliding her other hand over Spencer's battered butt. "That's looking hot," she said, stroking it lightly, "I bet it burns."

 Spencer gave a little whimper of agreement, though it had to be said the brunette's fingers seemed to have a cooling touch, dialling down the pain from agonising to merely sore. For a couple of minutes Ella continued to stroke and slide over the bare red buttocks, not saying anything to let Spencer know whether the punishment was over or whether this was just a break before she resumed with even greater vigour than before. Ella's hand suddenly moved to the top of Spencer's thighs, encouraging the teen's legs open. "Let's see if the punishment worked," she said, "if it did, you'll be as dry as a bone; but if you're a slutty dyke submissive you'll have been getting off on it and you'll be soaked."

 Spencer blushed, knowing that she should be as arid as Death Valley, but in reality was damper than Florida during a hurricane. Ella's hand was moving downwards further between her legs, slowly, gradually approaching her wet spot. The Milf teacher didn't stroke it as before, but slid a finger in. Spencer gave a squeak and immediately after bit down, forcing her lips together to stop more sounds of pleasure coming from her lips. It was hard as Ella was working the digit in and out, exploring the teen's hole, twisting round as if she was trying to find a dry bit. "You're even more soaking than I thought," she said, and Spencer wasn't sure whether she said it smugly or with disappointment, "You're almost oozing cum; that spanking has left you literally dripping you little dyke whore."

 "I'm sorry," Spencer opened her mouth and then let out a little gasp as Ella's finger slid up again, "ooooohh... I mean, I'm sorry, I will do better, I will, you can spank me harder if you don't think it's true. Or I can stay tomorrow after school and you can go again, I promise I won't get turned on and take my punishment properly. Oooooohhh..."

 "That's a lie isn't it?" said Mrs Montgomery, "You're so obviously a slut for other women I can't believe I didn't realise it before; spanking won't work with you, it's not a punishment it's a pleasure."

 Spencer didn't think that was true; even if did make her wet and horny it was also painful and humiliating; she thought she should mention that, plead with the teacher to thrash her more and teach her a lesson. But before she could speak again Ella gave a small grunt to herself and then spoke, "I may have been looking at this the wrong way. As you're an lesbo fuckhole, who's turned on by being dommed by other women, I shouldn't be thinking of the spanking as a punishment, but the first part of a two step programme - a carrot not a stick. Or rather a toy not a ruler."

 "What do you mean?" Spencer asked in confusion as Ella hoisted her up so that she was standing in front of her.

 The brunette teacher was smiling. "I was thinking you needed punishment to persuade you to improve, but I think it may be positive reinforcement you need. To be so wet and horny whenever you see me you want to do your best. I think that would work..."

 "I... yes... I'm not sure," Spencer realised the teacher was looking at her pussy, barely covered by the front of her blouse. Her hands moved down to give it further coverage, clasping it protectively.

 Ella shook her head, smiling, "This will only work if you are a lesbian. Are you?"

 Spencer had never been so unsure it her life. She wasn't one, she thought, except standing here with her jeans round her knees and her hands covering her pussy whilst she teacher looked over her with unhidden lust, she suddenly wasn't so sure. The spanking had left her horny and wet, but was that just some weird deviation of her body and if she called Toby he'd set her straight again - literally. Then she remembered the E staring out at her. Her hands slid slowly apart, to hang by her side, leaving the blouse flapping over her cunt. Her cheeks went red, "I guess I may be a little."

 "Say it then," Ella smiled.

 "I'm a lesbian."

 "More than a lesbian, a dirty dyke fuckhole, a serious pussy loving slut."

 Spencer gulped, "I'm a dyke slut, a dirty cunt loving fuckhole."

 Ella nodded in agreement, "And do you want me to fuck you?"

 "Yes, I'm a lesbo slut, I want you to fuck me," Spencer gulped as she said the words, not sure if they were true or not, but unable to stop herself saying them. 

 Ella's grin got wider. "Remove your jeans," she ordered, "Take them off completely."

 Spencer did as instructed, turning away so that the Milf wouldn't see the blush on her face, whilst realising that as she bent down her blouse rode up over her butt cheeks to give Ella another good look at the battered behind. She turned back to face the older woman, resisting the urge to slide her hands back over her cunt to give it more protection that the flap of her blouse. For a few seconds Ella remained seated, here eyes glued to Spencer's midriff; then she stood up and reached under her own skirt, removing her panties and dropping them on the floor. Spencer stared down at them for a second, before switching her site back to Ella as the teacher reached down into her bag and withdrew a series of belts with what looked like a sex-toy attached to them.

 "What's that?" the teen asked.

 Ella started to slide the contraption up her legs, hoisting her skirt up so that she could buckle it. As she did so she looked at Spencer, smiling, "You don't know? I thought a rampant a lesbo a slut as you would have seen it in the porn videos I'm sure you're always watching. I imagine you fingering your tight little cunt as you watch a hot cutie slam a dirty little slut, always wishing it was you on her hands and knees with it sliding up your ass."

 Spencer gulped a little, as she realised Ella had said ass not pussy. She wondered how the older woman was going to fuck her; she'd heard about anal sex, but if you ever did it, it was a birthday gift for a long term lover. From the gleam in Ella's eye and the way she tightened the straps lovingly the teen wasn't sure the teacher thought the same way. She girded her courage, "Where are you going to fuck me?"

 "Here, over the desk," smiled Ella,

 "I mean, where, in what..." Spencer stopped as Ella stepped forward and put a finger on the teen's lips.

 "You're a slutty whore, Spencer, we both know that. You're going to get down on your knees and suck it and then we're going to find out whether you're just playing at being a dyke or whether you're a real submissive."

 Spencer nodded silently, allowing her knees to buckle and bend as Ella put her hands on her pupil's shoulder and pressed gently down. The dildo pushed at the skirt, making the material stick out in Spencer's face. She paused for a second, looking back up her teacher, Mrs Montgomery looked confidently down. "You want me to suck it?" Spencer asked. There was no reply, so after a few seconds Spencer pulled back the skirt to reveal the bright blue toy, pointing towards her face. She paused for a second and then opened her mouth, sliding her lips over the plastic and down an inch. Her eyes flicked up, there was a small, satisfied smile on Ella's face, confirmation to the teen that this was she was expected to do. She went down further, opening her mouth wider to take more dick, until it started to feel uncomfortable and then she went up.

 There was a pop as she withdrew, spots of saliva dripping down from the toy. She looked up at Ella, "Shall I carry on?"

 The teacher replied, "A lesbo dyke wouldn't need to ask..." 

 Spencer blushed and opened her mouth again, sliding her lips down the toy. It tasted, plastically, not that she expected it to taste like anything else and not like real dick. It wouldn't seep salty semen or suddenly explode down her throat, like Toby's did. and whilst the shape was similar it was less veined and the feel was both more solidly thick and less hard and more pliable. Down she went until she could feel the phallus pushing and sliding across her cheek and towards her throat. She pulled back, but this time not letting it slip out, breathing through her nose and dropping down. In that sense it was very like sucking a guy; and looking up at Ella's face, her previously stern visage replaced by excited anticipation, her reaction was like Toby's as well. A little more dominant, perhaps, as the teacher placed a hand on the back of Spencer's head, guiding the teen's mouth down the cock and controlling how far back she'd drop.

 Ella smiled "Mmmmnn, are you a dyke, Spencer? Are you enjoying slurping my strap-on?" 

 Spencer was. She could feel the hotness in her pussy, the tingle not going away even as she rubbed at it. She went deeper down the cock. Ella's hand pushing her down deeper so that the rubber was pushing over her tongue and threatening to enter her throat. The teen fought the gag reflex. And lost. She choked and coughed, feeling the hot saliva rush up her throat and coat the toy. Ella continued to push at her head, controlling and managing her. " You could stop if you want." the Milf said, "you could force your head back and stop sucking my toy."

 That might have been theoretically true; all it would take would be a push of her shoulders and a whip of her neck and the dildo would be out of her mouth. But Spencer couldn't summon the willpower to do that, her body seemed unwilling to listen to her, content to suck the older woman's plastic prick like she was a slut.

 "MMmnnn, that's so good. You're pressing the toy at my clit, you're making me wet and hot. You'd go faster if you were a dyke, suck it good."

 Up and down Spencer bobbed, her mouth sliding up and down the phallus. She was aware that Ella's hand was keeping her from going to far back, but the speed down was all her own work, Ella just resting her palm lightly on the back of the skull as Spencer shot down. The classroom was filled with the teen's slurps and slobbers, below them faint moans of appreciation from Ella. Faster and deeper Spencer continued, forcing the toy into her throat, her eyes opening and widening, tears springing in them, bile and drool sliding from between her lips and over her chin, dripping down her blouse. Deep sucking the teacher's dick wasn't as humiliating as being spanked, but it was close. And her pussy was reacting the same way, zinging with pleasure and excitement, getting wetter with every thrust forward.

 She drove down again, but this time as she bounced up Ella didn't stop her. Confused Spencer dropped her mouth down the did again, slurping it as deep as she dared and then started up. Ella's hand was on her head again, her fingers wrapped in Spencer's hair, tugging her back lightly. The teen took the hint and brought her head all the way up, dropping the dick out of her mouth. 

 "Stand up," ordered Ella.

 Spencer did so. Blushing as she looked down at the dripping plastic dick, sticking out with Ella's skirt draped over it. The teacher grinned, "I think that shows your a dyke. If you were straight there's no way you'd have sucked a plastic cock with so much enthusiasm; it would have been a poor substitute for a real one. But you went for it, deep throating it and sucking it all the way."

 Spencer blushed, unsure whether she was being compliment or insulted - or both, or neither. Ella smiled even wider, the teacher's eyes going up and down Spencer's body, the teen in blouse and a with number of buttons from that had come undone, showing her bra. "Now we know you're a dyke, but let's find if you're a whore. I think you are, are you?"

 "I... I don't know."

 "Turn round," Ella ordered, "Lean face down over my desk with your ass out."

 Doing as she was told Spencer leant forward, pressing her body against it so close she could smell the ink stains imbued in the wood and in the paper and exercise books which littered it. For the first time she noticed there was a photo of Aria sitting in a small frame in the corner, her friend looking out with a smile as Spencer prepared to be fucked by her Mom. 

 Ella moved behind her, her hands starting on the teen's waist before moving down to her buttocks, cradling them and rubbing them, making Spencer wince as she squeezed at the bruises. "You know what I'm planning to do?" asked Ella. She didn't wait for an answer, "I'm going to spread these ass cheeks and introduce your butthole to this dick you've been so busily sucking. Are you an anal virgin?"

 Spencer nodded.

 "You can stop me any time you like. You can even stop me now before I begin. Just say 'no, I'm straight' or if you can't speak just push back and force me off you."

 "Yes," said Spencer, not sure what she was saying yes too.

 Ella laughed softly, "But we both know you won't and it's not because you want me to give you high marks, it's because you're an anal slut, a horny dyke fuckhole. I'll tell you what; I'll give you A grades all year whatever rubbish you submit, tell me to stop and you'll get the highest grades off anyone in your year; they'll name you Valedictorian." 

 Spencer remained silent. Ella's hands were squeezing at the teen's cheeks, slowly pulling apart the sore buttocks, the toy pressing between them, quivering at her virgin rosebud. "Tell me stop, tell me no," Ella murmured, her face inches from the teen's ear, her body over her, squashing her into the desk. "Tell me you're not a slut, who wants to me to anally fuck her."

 "Please..." Spencer moaned, then went silent. Ella's toy was rubbing up and down between her cheeks, tickling her hole, rubbing it as the teacher's hand slid over the teen's round cheeks. "Please... I am a dyke. I am a slut. I want it... I want it in my ass."

 "MMMnnn, I knew you would," Ella took hold off her toy with one hand, keeping the other on the teenage butt. For a second the toy just prodded at Spencer's butthole and then it was in. 

 The teen gasped, her eyes widening, tears prickling in them for the third time that afternoon. She'd always imagined anal would be hard and uncomfortable, but now she was getting sodomised she was discovering reality and it was like she'd thought. Her asshole stretched like an elastic band between two fingers, the toy filling it like concrete, seeming to fill every crevice and nook within her, pushing down deeper and deeper. As Ella thrust the teen's tunnel expanded beyond what it was used to, aching uncomfortably as it opened. In some ways Spencer was grateful for the beating her buttocks had taken earlier as whilst having a dildo slide down her ass was sore, it wasn't nearly as agonising as the sharp stings of the ruler on her flesh. And there was a sweetness to it as well, a feeling of pleasure and excitement as the toy stimulated hidden spots. 




The A-Team Ch. 05



Ella was moving quicker, thrusting in and out, grunting as she opened the teenager's butthole. Spencer scrabbled at the desk, her fingers hooking over the edges to keep in place. "OOoohhh," she moaned, "Oooooohhh, urrrrhhhh."

 "Tell me to stop," grunted Ella in her ear, "Tell me to stop banging you butt."

 "Uuuurrrhh, uurrrrhhh," Spencer moaned in reply. Her cheeks were pained as Ella slapped at them, her chute sore and uncomfortable as the thick toy pounded down it, her face was red with the humiliation of being taken anally over the teacher's desk. But she wouldn't have stopped it, it felt so good, the tingles in her pussy graduating to fully fledged waves of lust pouring over her. And even as she flushed with embarrassment she knew that being a slut whore might be humiliating to a high achiever such as her, but it was also what she was. "Oh Mrs Montgomery. I'm a slutty dyke, fuck my ass," she cried, knowing it was true, "Ram my asshole."

 "You fuckhole slut, you dirty dyke whore," Ella grunted, hammering deeper and harder, thrusting the toy into the teen's hole. Her hands were under Spencer's body, gripping and squeezing the tits, the knuckles scraping at the wood as Spencer squashed them down, the teen herself rocking down as Ella thrust in and out. 

 "Tell me to stop, tell me to stop," the Milf dared, not pausing for a second.

 "AAArrrghh," cried out Spencer as the orgasm took her, "Don't stop ever, fuck me, bang my ass."

 "Slut, whore, fuckhole," grunted Ella. She was all the way into Spencer's ass, deeper than the teen had thought possible. So far in that with each thrust Spencer's pussy wall was vibrating and her clitoris was burning as it was taken from a direction it had never been hit from before. The teen squealed and gasped, making Ella slam harder and faster, her body bouncing up and down on Spencer's driving the teen further into the desk. 

 A stack of papers fell from the desk, hitting the ground with a crump and a whoosh as they shot across the lacquered floor. Ella didn't stop or pause, continuing to slam it, "Tell me to stop, you whore. I will. I'll stop fucking your slut ass with a word."

 Spencer gripped the desk so hard it was a race between what splintered first, the wood or her nails. "Oooohhh, aaaarrrghhh, fuck my ass. I am a slut. I'm a dyke fuckhole. Fill me with that rubber prick. Analise me!"

 She had never felt such pleasure or been so fulfilled. It was like being in a heaven, a heaven where she was a submissive slut, her entire day filled with being butt-fucked by attractive, but dominant, lesbians. She screamed again louder, her wails reverberating round the classroom. She just hoped there were no teachers in the classroom next door and that the janitor was elsewhere; otherwise this perfect ass-fucking would be interrupted by banging on the door and demands to know what was going on. Ella didn't seem worried about the risk of being interrupted, pounding hard and fast, grunting loudly and driving the teen to even higher screams of ecstasy. 

 "AAaarrrghh," another orgasm hit Spencer, made more intense as Ella continued to grunt in her ear, telling her she could stop anytime and interspersing that with descriptions of what the teen was, a fuckhole, a slut, a whore. It was all true and Spencer's body vibrated in pleasure at that knowledge, which had been hidden so deep in her she hadn't even known it existed. Up and down, in and out, pounded the Milf, slamming her dick deep into Spencer's asshole, opening the hole wider and wider and sending Spencer into yet more circles of pleasure. "AAAAArrrrghhh," she screamed again.

 When Ella pulled out Spencer was so dazed she wasn't sure whether the Milf had asked her or even if Spencer had accidentally said stop. All she knew was that her ass was aching, her cheeks sore, but that it had been the most intense, pleasurably experience in all her eighteen years. She'd got her 'A' just not what she had expected.

 "Pull up your blouse," said Ella. 

 The still dazed teen did as she was told, lifting it to the small of her back. 

 "Now reach down to your butt cheeks and pull at them," said Ella.

 Spencer continued to obey. It was only as she heard the click of a phone she realised that her teacher was taking a shot of her wide open asshole. She didn't object, she was a lesbo sub and if a domme wanted to snap her well fucked asshole that was okay by her. She remained in situ, gently tugging at the bruised and battered cheeks as Ella continued to snap away.

 *

 Sitting in her office Melissa Hasting's eyes were continually shifting between the document she was trying to read, the clock on her wall and the phone on her desk. It was well after school had closed and Ella must have made her move. The previous successes had left Melissa confident that the A-team's plan would work, or at least mostly so. But she still wanted the proof. Her eyes moved back to the paper in front of her, her brain understanding the words but not the sentences. 

 The phone beeped.

 She snatched it up, her thumb clawing desperately at the screen to open the message from A1. It was as she suspected, a photo, a teen leant over a school desk, her blouse half-way up her back her buttocks red and purple, a gaping hole between them, with just two word in the message 'Butt fucked'.

 Melissa grinned.



The A-Team Ch. 06



All characters are over eighteen.

 *

 "MMnnnn," Hanna Marin moaned as her tongue slid into her Mom's mouth, their naked bodies pressed together so close it was like they were one. The teen's hand was rubbing at her pussy, massaging at the lips and fleshy wetness.

 "That's so hot, girlfriend," from the PC in front of them came the sound of Mona's voice, a little tinny over the speaker, but perfectly audible.

 "Fondle her tittie," Alison's voice immediately followed, as clear as fine glass, though she too was speaking over the computer's microphone. "And turn a little round, remember you're on camera."

 The two Marins did as they were instructed, sliding their bodies over the bed so that they were directly in the view of the camcorder sitting on top of the computer; Ashley's hand moving up to cup her daughter's tittie as they did so.

 "That's so hot, girlfriend," Mona repeated.

 Luckily the feed was one way as, whilst Ashley and Hanna were well trained, Ella Montgomery still thought they would blanche if they knew there was incestuous lesbian sex show wasn't for their girlfriends as they believed, but for Melissa and Ella's enjoyment as well as Alison's. The three of them were sitting relaxed on the couch, watching the action on a big screen TV, the three A-team member's panties were down their ankles and they were gently stroking their pussies with their dildos. It was a great bonding exercise. Sure, Ashley and Hanna were a bit wooden, not surprising as neither was really wanting to do it, but they obeyed all the kinky instructions, kissing, licking and touching each other's naked bodies on demand.

 Alison picked up the nearest microphone switching it on and speaking, "Hanna, take your Mom's tittie in your mouth and suck it."

 She switched it off and picked up her cell-phone, scrolling down a number of recorded messages until she got to the one she wanted. She clicked the microphone on and held the phone next to it, Mona's pre-recorded voice came out of it, "That's so hot girlfriend."

 "You should play a different message next time," Melissa Hastings, sliding a dildo down the crease between her pussy lips, massaging the rumpled flesh between. "It's the third time you've played that one, I know Hanna isn't the brainiest blonde in bimbo-town, but even she might notice Mona's not as eloquent as she normally is."

 "Yes, okay," Alison frowned and then nodded, "we wouldn't want to spoil things and give the game away that she's not here watching."

 "Especially as she should be getting some Em ass," agreed Melissa and she smiled, "And I can tell you that's some hot butt."

 Alison reached for her phone and the microphone, playing a new message from their friend, "You're making me so wet, baby."

 Hanna sucked Ashley's tit harder as her girlfriend's voice came over the speaker.

 *

 "Refill?" Emily Fields stood beside Mona holding a hot jug of coffee.

 The other teen looked up. Emily could remember when Mona needed to wear glasses to read, now her face was unadorned. Emily blushed, thinking back to those days she hadn't been little Miss Perfect herself, too much in Alison's shadow trying to be part of her team. "Sorry? What did you say" Mona asked, "I was reading," she motioned to a book of the paperback edition of an Edgar Allan Poe she'd put on down on the table in front of her.

 Emily tapped the coffee jug with her spare hand, "I was asking if you wanted a refill?"

 "Yes, please," Mona picked up her cup and held it out for Em to fill up. She suddenly frowned as if seeing the other for the first time, "Are you okay?"

 "Why? Don't I look alright?" Emily asked quickly, almost taking a step back and spilling the coffee - it was only by a supreme act of control she didn't.

 Mona shrugged, "I don't know. You just seem a little off..." she tailed into silence for a second before continuing, "Not that I'd know we hardly know each other."

 Em wondered if that was supposed to be a cutting remark or just a statement of fact. They had been at school together since Junior High and for the first years of that time the only time Em had even noticed mousy looking Mona was when the other teen had been the butt of a cruel taunt of Alison. Even after Ali had 'vanished' Emily had hardly spoken to Mona, though her friend Hanna had been close to her for a while before they fell out over a shoplifting incident. But sometime over the years Mona moved from dork to sexpot, her skin smooth and flawless, her mouth red and sensual, her eyes brown and so warm they were like pools you could dive into. Em held out the jug, "I'm okay. Coffee?"

 She had wanted to change the subject, but Mona was looking at her, a slight frown on her face that betokened concern. But it wasn't that the forehead that held Emily's interest, but the mouth made for kissing and below that the tits, pressing at the other girls blouse, that were made for sucking and down, down below a pussy... She blushed, she'd never thought she was a sex maniac, okay she was interested and she'd made out with guys and girls, had sex a few times with her girlfriends. But ever since that time with Melissa Hastings, only a week ago, it seemed to be all she ever thought of, fucking, screwing, banging hot women and God, Mona was hot - so hot Emily just needed to get away. 

 Except the smartest girl in school was either awfully dumb at reading Em's desire to escape or even brighter than was thought in recognising the swimmer was seriously out of sorts. She smiled, "It's not busy. Why don't you sit down and tell me about it?"

 It was the last thing Em wanted, Mona wasn't a lesbian, but she was so damned sexy that just being next to her made Emily worry she'd lose control and do something so dumb it'd make Hanna look like she was Harvard material. But she couldn't stop herself from sitting down; unsure whether it was because Mona sounded so sympathetic or whether somehow she'd become conditioned to do what attractive women said. Mona smiled, her rosy red lips enticing and sensual, "So what's the problem? Girl trouble?"

 Emily looked round to make sure there was no one listening; they weren't - the coffee shop wasn't empty, but it was close to it and its few patrons showed no interest in the two teens sitting on the couch. "Kinda," she said, she paused and then said a bit more assertively "Yes, it is."

 Mona nodded like she was one of an ancient sage who knew all the secrets of the human heart. "Is it Paige? That's who you're seeing isn't it?"

 "Yes, I mean yes, it's Paige I'm seeing, but it's not Paige, not really..." she trailed off and Mona waited expectantly. Em blushed a deeper red, wishing she could get up and leave, but she seemed glued to the sofa. "I cheated on her."

 To her credit Mona didn't gasp in surprise or launch into a judgmental tirade. Instead she just smiled, "Who with?"

 Melissa hadn't specifically told Emily to keep it secret, but somehow the teen knew it had been implied. "It doesn't matter... We had sex." 

 "And the trouble is you enjoyed it..." Mona smiled knowingly.

 "No, it's that I cheated on Paige," said Emily. God, the sex had been great, why did Mona need to remind her of that. But no matter how fantastic it had been to lose her anal virginity to another woman, she was dating Paige and she didn't want to end up like Ali, stamping over whatever human hearts got under her feet.

 "So you told her and she's so pissed you've broken up and you're not getting any sex," Mona gave a pitying nod.

 Again Em shook her head, "Oh no. I've not told Paige, that's the problem."

 Mona looked confused, "What is?"

 "I told you," Emily blushed, all the guilt and shame she felt welling up in her, "I cheated on my girlfriend."

 "But the sex was great?" Mona frowned as she asked. "I can tell it was, when you mentioned it you had that 'I remember the great orgasms' look in your eyes."

 "Yes, the sex was great," Emily was forced to admit.

 "Anal sex always is..." said Mona, in a dreamy tone. She smiled at Em's look of shock, "I'm guessing it was in the butt?"

 Emily blushed, she had been keeping that bit secret, "How did you know?"

 Mona tapped the side of her nose in a mysterious gesture, "I can tell, magic powers," she teased. It was obvious she wasn't going to say anymore as she quickly moved on the conversation, "If you're into anal you should get Paige to fuck you there again." She smiled as easily as if she had just suggested Emily should invite Paige round for tea, not that she get her girlfriend to bang her most intimate hole.

 "She's not that kind of girl," blushed Emily, "Anyway asking her for anal out of the blue would be tantamount to telling her I've been cheating on her."

 "You seem to have a fixation on cheating," Mona frowned, "I can't see the big deal. I mean I've got a girlfriend and I'm always banging other girls; what she doesn't know can't harm her."

 Emily's mouth fell open, she didn't know what surprised her most - that Mona had a girlfriend, that she cheated on her, or the casual way she mentioned both these facts. Em had struggled to come out, Mona mentioned it over a coffee. The other teen raised her mug, smiling mischievously over the rim as she sipped it, obviously enjoying Emily's reaction. She stirred it up even more as she daintily put down the cup on the table and said, "I enjoy butt-fucking her all the time. She's got the sexiest little ass. But why stick to it, there's lots of women with cute tushies, which are just begging for a strap-on..."

 Was she looking down at Emily, sitting in her denim hot pants? Or was that the teen's imagination. In either case, there were other customers to serve, true not many of them, but that old couple on the other table probably needed another refill. She stood up so suddenly she almost spilled the pot, "Thanks for the advice," she lied, "I've got to work."

 "No problem," Mona smiled and placed her hand on Emily's thigh, just below where her pants cut-off. "I'm going to be at 'The Pink Flamingo" it was the name of a lesbian bar a few blocks from here, "I might see you later and we can..." she smiled in a manner that could be best described as lustfully "...continue our conversation."

 "Yes, perhaps," lied Emily, who had no attention of meeting Mona later. To cheat once was an accident, to do it twice would be habit forming. She turned and headed to the table with the pair of pensioners.

 *

 Emily wasn't sure why she was here; she didn't normally go to lesbian bars, certainly not those with reputation as meat markets and following an obvious come-on from another girl. She had a girlfriend, who she loved, and she was committed to making that work. But, still, here she was, pushing open the door into 'The Pink Flamingo' and going inside, knowing that there was Mona waiting and that the teen's intention was to make Emily cheat on Paige. 

 The bar was busy, but not overcrowded, all the tables had people sitting at them, but apart from on the dance floor and the bar there were few women standing. Emily quickly glanced round, there were a lot of hotties there and if she had been looking for a quickie this was the place to be. She wasn't; she told herself, she'd just tell Mona she'd given the wrong impression and leave, no cheating involved. And if she fingered her pussy tonight whilst imagining it was Mona butt-banging her ass; fantasies were harmless. 

 She quickly located the other teen, sitting at a table with two pink drinks in cocktail glasses in front of her. Emily was surprised, but relieved, that Mona had obviously got some company. She paused waiting to see if the other girl returned from the Ladies; if she did before Mona spotted her, she could leave without even speaking to Mona. 

 No such luck, Mona turned and raised her hand in a wave as she saw the teen swimmer in the doorway. Emily plastered a smile on her face and walked over, like she'd just arrived in that second. Mona waved at the drink furthest away from her, "I bought you a cocktail... " she giggled at Emily's expression, "don't worry its non-alcoholic." 

 "You knew I'd come?" said Emily, sitting down.

 "Oh yes," smiled Mona, "I knew you'd come, in both senses of the word."

 "I'm just here to talk," lied Emily, blushing as she picked up the drink. Mona just smiled knowingly. Emily took a sip, it was fruity and sweet, perhaps a little too much. Mona might think she knew her, but she didn't - the drink was proof of that.

 "Shall we dance?" Mona was standing up and reaching out for Emily's hand. It was obvious a no was out of the question so Emily let the other teen lead her onto the dance floor.

 Normally Emily's dancing was energetic, like a live bundle of energy flashing round the darkened club. But here, for some reason, she found herself following Mona's lead, dancing slowly and passively as Mona twisted round her body, until she was standing behind Emily. She took hold of the swimmer's waist, not tightly, but still firmly, and pressed herself close to teen. Emily moved to the rhythm, sliding her body up and down, brushing at Mona. The other teen's mouth was sliding to her neck, kissing and licking at the crease beside her shoulder. Emily couldn't deny that something was happening, her pussy was tingling with anticipation, and even if her brain was telling her it was wrong to cheat on Paige, the buzz between her legs was more overpowering.

 "Oh," Emily gasped in surprise as one of Mona's hands moved to the swimmer's front and popped open the button on her top pants. Then without asking permission or even giving a warning Mona slid her hand down there and under Emily's panties, aiming for the pussy. 

 She found it.

 "You're wet Em," she murmured in her ear, stroking at the cunt, "And you're shaven as well. Is that to keep you aerodynamic for swimming or for pussy licking adventures?" Emily didn't answer, but it didn't seem Mona was expecting an answer. Instead she slipped her finger between the lips and pressed it lightly down, "I can feel your dampness. You can't pretend you don't enjoy this."

 "Mmmnn," Emily pressed back against Mona, allowing the other teen to slide her mouth down to the bottom of Em's neck and suck pleasantly at the flesh. The music went on, Emily was aware that she was being fingered in public, but the rest of the dancers seemed so engrossed in their own make-outs that none of them were looking where Mona's hand was parked. And even if they did Emily didn't think she could do anything about it; it wasn't that she didn't care, it was more the power to stop it seemed to have slipped from her, like she was Mona's plaything. "Oooohhhh," she moaned deeply as Mona finger fucked her hole, pushing the digit down up to the knuckle and twisting it.

 "You dirty slut," murmured Mona in Emily's ear, "You're getting off on this."

 "No, no, I'm not," lied Emily, "Oooohhh," the moan was loud enough that she was glad the music drowned it out.

 Without warning Mona tugged her finger out of Emily, leaving the teen quivering. She could sense Mona licking it clean as she used her other hand to redo the button on Emily's tight hot pants, leaving the teen relieved and tense at the same time and equally wondering why Mona had stopped. Her confusion lasted only a few beats of the next song, before Mona whispered in her ear, "Come with me."

 Again, Emily had little chance to object before Mona had her by the hand leading her from the floor towards the rest room. Once inside Moan ignored the couple making out in the corner and the other two young women gossiping intently as they touched up their make-up and dragged Emily over to the corner cubicle. She almost pushed Emily inside and shut the door behind them, ramming home the lock forcefully. 

 Emily had a second to glance round the cubicle, it was clean and smelt vaguely of lemon and lime, not the most romantic place she'd been, but she Mona wasn't interested in romance, but pure lust. A guess confirmed as the other teen thrust her face forward, and rammed her tongue at Emily. Emily let her lips be opened by Mona's hard pushing and her own tongue sliver round the invader. Whatever qualms she had about cheating on Paige were being swept away by the intense kissing she was being given. Especially with Mona's hand sliding down the swimmer's vest and lifting it up so she could rub at her sides and then down to her hot pants, to squeeze at her firm, toned buttocks. Her own hands reached out to press against the sides of the cubicle, balancing herself as Mona threatened to take her legs such was the intensity of her kissing, the cold chill of porcelain pressing at her legs as Mona forced her back.

 "You're such a hot dyke," murmured Mona breaking the kiss, but not halting her handling of Emily's ass. Outside the cubicle Emily could hear the thud of music, softened into indecipherability by the walls between here and the dance floor speakers and the giggles and laugh as other lesbian as they used the rest room for it's more usual purpose. Mona grinned, as if she knew what was on Emily's mind, "We'll be quiet."

 Emily nodded wondering what Mona meant. Then she found out. The other teen let go off Emily's ass and reached for her own slacks, undoing them and pulling them down. Emily's mouth opened in surprise and shock and lust as she looked down. Underneath the pants was a strap-on, bouncing up and straight once freed from the constraints of the clothing. Mona smiled, wickedly, "I changed after I met you earlier, I knew you'd end up following me here and we'd end up fucking."

 Emily nodded, amazed that Mona seemed to know her mind better than she did. She watched in silence as Mona kicked off her heels and slid the pants all the way down. It wasn't easy to do in the tight confines of the cubicle and Emily had to sit down on the toilet lid to give the other lesbian room to move. Once the pants were down, Mona placed them in the corner and slipped back into her heels. She smiled at Emily like she was offering her a cookie, "We both know that I'm going to butt-bang that dyke ass, but how about you suck this cock first, as a lesbo it's the nearest you're going to get to giving a blow-job."

 "I...I... yes," Emily nodded and struggled down to her knees, even if it meant pushing Mona back against the door. She opened her mouth and took the plastic dick gently between her lips.

 "Suck it slut, lubricate my cock, ready it for your dyke ass," Mona instructed quietly but firmly. She took hold of the back of Emily's head, not putting any physical pressure on it, but letting the swimmer know it was Mona who was in control. Emily's head moved down, her lips playing over the plastic. She went down and then back, down again and retreated. "That's it, suck it good, make it nice and wet," Mona grinned, one hand playing with Emily's hair, whilst she leant the other against the wall. "I want you to slurp it deep."

 Emily's head bobbed down, she could taste the cock - plastic with just a touch of something else, as if it had been used before and cleaned in some sweet flavoured soap. It wasn't nice, but it wasn't foul either, and she was able to quickly find herself moving down the fake phallus, soaking it with her saliva and cleaning it with her spit. "Oooohh," Mona gave a small moan, it didn't sound loud, but was it loud enough that the women outside would hear it? would they care if they did? For all Emily knew sex in public bathrooms was common in the club. She sucked harder and deeper, making Mona groan again. Emily listened hard, there didn't seem to be any changes in tempo to the mumbled conversations outside - perhaps they couldn't hear. Her head went down, taking the cock deeper, the toy pressing down on her tongue and sliding along the inside of her cheek.

 "Deeper, you dirty skank ,deeper. I want it properly sucked," Mona murmured. Despite her words she must have been satisfied as she let go off Emily's head and placed the hand on the wall opposite her other one, balancing between them as the teenage swimmer's mouth went down the plastic dong. She began to gently sway her hips, pushing the dildo further into Emily's mouth. "I'm going to fuck your ass, I'm going to gape it open. Clean this dick, take it all."




The A-Team Ch. 06



"Uuurrhhh," Emily's head banged back and forth, sucking deep. She could feel the toy pressing at her cheek and then pushing in further, slipping over the wet flesh and heading towards her throat. 

 She would have gasped as the toy went into her gullet if her mouth hadn't been full and she hadn't been choking. Saliva and bile rose up from ducts deep down within her, splurging up like a volcano and washing the toy in a white, shiny liquid. She choked and gagged her eyes watering. Mona continued to fuck her, swaying forward, using her hands as both pinions and ballast, "Suck it you whore. Deep throat this dick like the skank you are."

 Emily did as she was told, ignoring the discomfort and forcing herself through the choking and gagging, bringing her head down to meet with Mona's thrusts, so that the toy hammered deep in her mouth and throat. More saliva washed the toy, filling Emily's mouth so it dripped from between her lips and down her chin, onto her vest, making it look like a real dick had cum in her mouth and she was drooling it out. "Mmmnnn, you hot slut," giggled Mona and pressed forward, sliding the cock into Em's throat, threatening to choke her for a few seconds. Emily took it, not sure whether she should feel proud that she'd done so or disgusted that she was cheating on Paige by deep throating Mona's dildo in a public restroom. Both, probably....

 Mona pulled back, dragging the dick from Emily's mouth. She looked down at it and the Emily sitting on her knees, looking back up at her, almost like she was in a begging position. "That was good. Look how wet you've made it."

 She was right, the plastic cock was literally dripping, drops of saliva falling from it onto the floor in front of Emily. Mona grinned again and reached down to help Emily up, "I'm going to fuck your ass now, okay."

 "Okay," nodded Emily. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted it so bad; what Paige didn't know couldn't do any harm, right? 

 Mona was looking at her, quizzically, "You heard?"

 "Yes," Emily nodded, "You're going to fuck me in the butt."

 "So why aren't those pants down and those sweet little cheeks ready for me to open?" Mona asked.

 Emily blushed and sat down on the toilet seat, pulling off first her pumps and then, with a struggle in the small cubicle, her pants and the underwear she was wearing. "Where do you want me?" she asked.

 Mona reached down and picked up Em's panties; the swimmer knew they were wet with her lust. She smiled at Emily, "Lean against the back wall, over the toilet." Emily did as she was told, turning so that she was facing the pristine white wall and shifting forward so that her hands were pressed against it and her legs were spread in a 'V' in front of the toilet, her shapely ass slightly raised. Mona's fingers moved down between her thighs and stroked her moist pussy; "You're almost ready, open your mouth..."

 Emily suspected she knew what was coming, but opened wide anyway. She was right, Mona slid the swimmer's wet panties into her mouth, "I don't want you screaming the place down as you cum," she said as Emily clamped down on the soaking underwear, tasting her own juice.

 As her own hands pressed at the wall Emily felt Mona's down on her ass, rubbing and massaging the naked buttocks, like she was admiring their round firmness, squeezing at the flesh and the muscle underneath. Gradually she pried them apart, exposing Emily's rosebud. The teen swimmer would have gasped if her mouth hadn't been full as Mona's toy was rubbed in her ass crack, the plastic running over her puckered hole, sending tiny little vibrations of excitement coursing through her. "You've got such a sexy butt," Mona murmured into her ear, "you're exercise regime is paying off... for me at least, I've never fucked such a toned ass."

 "MMMpppfff," Emily said in agreement through her panties.

 "Ssssshhh," Mona moved her head closer to Emily's ear, "I am going to so enjoy fucking your slut butt." 

 So saying she moved one hand down to the other teen's pussy and began to stroke at the clit. Emily shuddered in pleasure, her cunt dampening at the touch. She grunted into the panties as the toy began to push at her hole. Unlike with Melissa she now knew what to expect and she tried to move her ass back to meet the invading object, pressing her hands at the wall to give her balance. 

 "That's it, you slutty whore," giggled Mona into her ear as the toy slowly moved down and into Emily's anal chute. The tunnel expanded as the big toy pressed down, stretching to accommodate its size. It felt uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time, a dull ache round the walls competing with waves of sensual joy shooting down there. Her enjoyment was heightened as Mona continued to massage her pussy, her fingers strumming over the wet hole and clit hood, pushing down to stimulate the bud beneath. 

 "Mmmpppffff," Emily moaned again, she could taste her own juice as she did. She closed her eyes and tried to be quiet. Outside the cubicle the world was continuing as normal, a murmur of conversation, punctuated by laughing and with the background thump of bass from the music. Mona raised herself and fell forward, pounding her dick further into Em's ass, gradually opening the hole. Emily groaned into her panties. No one seemed to be listening or caring that she was getting analised in here. 

 "Mmmnnn, you dirty slut. Your ass is so tight. I'd almost believe you were a virgin if I didn't know you're an anal nympho," Mona murmured in a voice so quiet that Emily had to strain to hear it above the background noise. "I'm going to gape it wide, I'm going to bang it good." She continued to slam down, ramming her toy deeper.

 Emily's hands pressed at the toilet wall, the muscles in her arms straining as she placed her weight forward and then pressed back to push her ass towards Mona and the dick. Her legs were touching the cool porcelain of the toilet, sliding at the rim. Drops of juice spun out from her pussy as Mona continued to rub it, the cum splattering onto the lid of the toilet like a slow drip from a pipe. Faster and faster Mona stroked, the palm of her hand brushing over and pressing down at Emily's cunt, becoming wet with her juice. She was slamming the teen with the same passion and speed, ramming the toy all the way in so that her thighs were slamming against the other teen's. "Mmmmmpppfffff," Emily moaned with feeling.

 "Sssssshhh, my dirty little slut. You want people to hear you being anally fucked? I know you're a horny little whore, but there's no need for everyone in Rosewood to know," Mona giggled and then pounded Emily extra deep and hard, making it so hard for the teen swimmer not to scream passionately into her panties. 

 In, out, in, out, hard, fast, deep, Mona pounded away. Her legs smacked at Em's, the slap of them hopefully muffled by the cubicle walls and then lost in the noise outside. Emily grunted into her underwear, she'd sucked up all her juice and while the panties were still soaked, it was her saliva that was making them wet. Her hands slipped and slid up the wall, leaving sweaty palm prints marking her progress. 

 Mmmmppppfffff," she screamed again, though this time Mona said nothing, her only sound a grunt of exertion. The toy slammed down, stimulating parts that Emily didn't know she had, satisfying and ecstasy inducing. her pleasure was intensified as Mona continued to play with her pussy, strumming it fast like she was a Thrash Metal guitarist playing the gig of their life. More juice slid from Emily's cunt, soaking her lips and Mona's hand. 

 "MMmmmmmpffff, mmmmppppffff," she shrieked, her teeth biting down so hard at the panties that she holed the thin material, "mmmppppffff, mmmmpffff."

 "Fuck," grunted Mona quietly, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She seemed to move into a frenzy, slamming even harder and more violently than before, making Emily's asshole scream and sing together. Mona let out another moan, longer and lower, almost like a growl, "Fuuuuuccckkkk."

 There was a pop of air as she pulled out, the squeak of the door as she leant against it. Emily was just about to straighten up when Mona spoke again, "Hold on a moment. Stay there."

 Obediently Emily did as she was instructed as she heard Mona rustling around in her pants. Seconds later there was a click of the camera phone, "A souvenir. You don't mind." It was a statement not a question. "You can put your pants back on now."

 Emily did so, continually bumping into Mona in the small space as the other teen also pulled on her pants, albeit leaving her strap-on in place. Once dressed Mona gave Emily a charming smile, "Our secret."

 "Yes," Emily nodded, "but won't people suspect if we come out of this cubicle together."

 "That I've been ass-fucking you?" Mona smiled, "No, probably just that we've been making out in private."

 "What if Paige finds out?" now the orgasms had died down all Emily's previous guilt about cheating on her girlfriend had returned.

 "She won't. But if you're so concerned, why don't I leave first and then you lock the door quickly behind me and wait in there until everyone who's seen me leave has gone" Mona said.

 "Okay," Emily nodded, relieved. She sat down gingerly on the toilet lid as Mona picked up her purse and unlocked the door.

 "See ya," the other teen said with a smile.

 "Yes, our secret," Emily confirmed, but Mona had already shut the door. Quickly Emily jumped up to slide the bar back into place, wondering how she and Paige were going to work as she'd again cheated on her.

 *

 Hanna and Ashley were lying on the bed, gently kissing and cuddling each other. They were both exhausted, having spent the evening 'enjoying' a large number of sex acts with each other, from tribbing to dildoing to sixty-nines. The three A-team members watching were almost as exhausted, their pussies getting continual work outs as they watched the two Marins fuck to instructions. 

 Alison raised her phone and tapped a recorded message, "I'm going to sign-off now," Mona's voice chirped cheerfully out.

 "And me," Alison spoke into the speaker, "You can go to your own rooms." She paused for a second and then added evilly, "Unless you don't want to." On the screen Hanna and Ashley were already disentangling themselves, glad that the incestuous sex acts were over for the night. 

 "If that was me...." Ella Montgomery grinned and shook her head as she leant forward to switch of the monitor.

 "Still wanting Aria?" asked Melissa Hastings.

 "Don't we all?" grinned Alison, thinking of her ex-friend.

 "Soon," agreed Aria's Mom.

 Any further conversation was cut short as their phones all beeped. As one the A-Team members picked them up and opened the message. The same picture awaited them all, the long thin brown legs of Emily Fields, leading up to her firm buttocks and the gaping hole between them. Below was a message, "Butt fucked."



The A-Team Ch. 07



All characters are over the age of eighteen

 *

 Was it possible to both love and have contempt for someone at the same time? wondered Ella Montgomery. She certainly loved her daughter, but as she held her in contempt for being weak at the same time; and there was sorrow as well - that Aria would never know the joys of dominating and analising other hot women. When she was born Ella had fantasies of her beautiful daughter growing up to be like her Mom, a controlling top who enjoyed fucking the sexiest women. In many of the dreams Ella was fucking some gorgeous actress in secret when Aria walked in and on discovering her Mom was secretly a lesbian top joined her in dping the celeb in both holes, Mom and daughter bonding as they banged

 As Aria got older that dream slowly died; there was none of the signs that Aria was a top; the old saying about the apple not falling far from the tree proving to be falser than Martha Stewart's tax returns. Oh, she was a lesbian all right - even her secret (and then not so secret) affair with her teacher couldn't disguise that from Ella. She could smell dyke at half a mile and Aria was one, even if the teen didn't know it herself yet. But she was definitely a bottom, a butt-fuckee, not a fucker. 

 Any lingering hopes that Ella had were demolished by Alison. When the blonde teen returned from her 'kidnapping' she had tested Aria; Ella's daughter not knowing that the seemingly innocent questions and conversations were giving Alison all she needed to know to analyse Aria and confirm she was bottom material. When Ali told Ella this, the Milf had squashed any lingering disappointment that her daughter wouldn't be joining her in the A-Team. Instead she started to talk to the team about fulfilling the other fantasy that had been growing over the years - if her daughter wasn't going to fuck lesbian ass with her Mom, her Mom was going to fuck her lesbian ass.

 The preparation had been intense. Training the neural pathways for a normal bottom, could be done over days - hours if they were really susceptible, sometimes weeks if they were stronger than a normal bottom. It was all a matter of coded instructions, which the target didn't even realise was setting their brains in certain ways; so that when the A-team member moved in there were only a few gentle nudges needed and the bottom was ready to spread. But with Aria it had taken longer - not because she was strong-willed, - if any other member of the A-team had been targeting her Aria would have been ass-gaped in hours. But because loosing her anal virginity to her Mom was a big step, even for someone as secretly submissive as Aria.

 Luckily Alison knew all the tricks, her training when she'd been away had covered all the eventualities. She had told Ella the exact things to say, how Aria would react and then the next thing to do, to lead the teen down the path to her a true self, an anal slut. None of things were overly sexual, that wouldn't have worked - the A-team weren't pick-up artists, but secret seducers; the target remaining unaware up until almost the last they were being seduced.

 But tonight was the night Aria was going to find out...

 Ella's ex, Byron and her son Mike, were having a boy's weekend, possibly fishing by the lake, more likely sitting in the hotel watching the football. It was the opening Ella had been waiting for - a chance of a girl's night with her daughter. Aria would be at Ella's apartment now, waiting for her Mom, assuming she was still at school, marking papers rather that at the A-team's den, getting rid of last minute jitters - butt-banging her daughter was the big game.

 Her fellow A-teamers were clustered around giving advice over coffee and cookies, her friends as nervous as she was.

 "You'll send pictures once you've fucked her?" Melissa asked.

 "Yes," Ella smiled, "As we always do." She gave a brief nod towards the wall with the framed pictures of the open asses of previous conquests of the A-team.

 "I can hardly wait," said Ali, she almost licked her lips as she added, "After you have her we can all have her?"

 Out of friendship all the A-teamers had agreed that Ella should be the first to sample her daughter's lovely butt; but Ella knew they were all wanting to have a go themselves - Aria's ass was reaching legendary proportions, her Mom hoping that it was worth it. "Of course," she nodded, "Once I've fucked her, I want you all to enjoy my daughter." She smiled, she was sure Aria's asshole would be worth it.

 "I don't think you should worry about us, just think about yourself tonight, keep relaxed and calm; it'll all go perfectly," Mona said.

 "It will," Ella was nervous, but she knew as soon as she saw Aria her nerves would go and she'd be the perfect dominator; she'd felt the same way when she'd put the E next to Spencer's work and look how well that had turned out. She glanced at the picture of Spencer's naked butt, the teen bent over a school desk showing her open asshole. Soon there would be a picture of Aria joining it. She put down her coffee, "I'm ready."

 "Go fuck that butt," giggled Ali and the other A-teamers nodded in agreement.

 *

 It was nice to spend some time with her Mom, thought Aria, her parents' divorce reversing the normal trend of the woman getting the house and custody. Not that she minded living with her Dad; he was a great parent as well, but sometimes a girl wants her Mom. She gave her Mom a smile as the she came in from the kitchen into the small lounge, "Thanks for dinner."

 "It was only a pizza, all I did was add some topping to a ready cooked base," Ella took the seat beside her daughter.

 "But you chose exactly the right toppings," said Aria.

 Her Mom smiled, "Funnily enough that's what the woman I had over a few days ago said."

 Aria frowned, it was a strange phrase to use, surely if her Mom had invited a friend over she'd have said her name. Or at least put in more description, like 'my friend from school' or 'an old classmate from college', if she didn't think Aria would know who it was. It almost sounded like her Mom had a secret girlfriend. The teen almost laughed at the thought. "Well she was right as well, you must be the best pizza topper in the town."

 For a moment it seemed to Aria her Mom looked slightly surprised, then disappointed, but the two expressions were so quickly over her face that the teen knew she was mistaken, especially as her Mom smiled and said, a little enigmatically, "I'm certainly good at topping."

 She moved a little closer to Aria as she said it, moving just a fraction into the teen's personal space. Aria shuffled herself a little away to give more space, hoping that her Mom wasn't going to use the evening to braid Aria's hair like she used to when she was a little girl. Her Mom didn't reach for her hair, but instead placed a gentle hand on her daughter's thigh - stroking it with her thumb. Aria winced and giggled, her Mom was close, a bit too close, but at the same time she couldn't deny there was something oddly comforting about it. Even if there were weird sensual feeling starting to bubble up within her, which she ignored as totally inappropriate when you were sitting with her Mom. She quickly moved the subject on, "So have you had many people over?"

 "To sample my topping?" her Mom smiled, like she was making a secret joke, "I've had a few women over."

 There was the reference to women again, not friends or work colleagues, but the infuriatingly vague 'women'. This time Aria decided to ask, "Women?"

 Her Mom laughed, "Are you sounding judgmental? I am divorced and single."

 Aria stared, surprised, "You mean women... as in girlfriend type women."

 "I wouldn't got that far," Ella said, "Most were more casual than that."

 Aria stared open mouthed at her Mom, Ella smiled and then laughed, "Seriously you didn't realise... why do you think your Dad and I split. It wasn't because of that silly girl he was seeing, I knew about that."

 "You're a lesbian," Aria blurted out, several seconds after the fact. She quickly changed her tone aware that surprise might be read as disapproval and that was the last thing she wanted; after all one of her best friends was a lesbian and Aria had hardly batted an eyelid when Em had come out. "I mean, that's good, are you seeing anyone?"

 What was it with her Mom and enigmatic smiles as the one she gave made the Mona Lisa look open, "Shall we say I have my eye on a cute brunette."

 "Anyone I know?" asked Aria wondering if she did know any lesbians apart from Emily and Paige.

 "In a kind of way," her Mom smiled, "So what about you. All dinner we spoke about school and colleges, but never about who you're seeing now you and Ezra have broken up." 

 Aria blushed, she wasn't seeing anyone, not that she wanted to talk about it with her Mom; not if her Mom's love life was going as well as she hinted. So instead she shrugged and smiled, "This cutie you were talking about..."

 Her Mom smiled, and was it Aria's imagination that her touch on the teen's thigh got a little more sensual - it must have been, "Is for later... You got your eye on any hot girls yourself?"

 "I'm not a lesbian," Aria frowned, it was a weird thing for her Mom to think, it wasn't like she'd given any indication she was girl who liked girls - she didn't even like Melissa Etheridge.

 "No?" her Mom asked, like she didn't believe her.

 "No," said Aria as forcefully as she could, "I like guys, just no-one at the moment."

 "Are you sure?" her Mom was pushing it, lightly rubbing her daughter's leg as she did so - it made Aria feel funny, in a way she was sure her Mom didn't mean. That was the trouble with being a teen, anything made you a little horny, even the most innocent touches from another woman... it didn't make her a lesbian. "I mean I've always thought you were, even when you were seeing Ezra, it never felt real, it was like you were trying on an ill-fitting dress."

 "No, it was... real? I mean it didn't work, but I don't regret it," said Aria.

 "Lots of teens like someone older, my first lover was older than me... it was a woman before you ask; I'd had half a dozen female lovers before I met your Dad," Ella said. "He made me straight for a while, just long enough for me to marry and have you and Mike, then I remembered I loved women more."

 "Oh," said Aria, her Mom was sharing a lot, probably too much.

 Her Mom didn't seem inclined to clam up, it was as if now she was out to her daughter a dam had burst and a torrent of secrets was pouring out, "I really enjoy having my pussy licked. I mean a man can do it, but it's nothing like a woman doing it, her lithe tongue sliding between my lips, teasing my clit and sliding down my hole. Mmmnn, even thinking about it makes me hot. And having my titties sucked as well, oooooohhhh, that's so hot baby, I mean I'm sure Ezra tried, but there's nothing like it, having another woman slurp at your boobies, sucking them deep into her mouth....mmmnnn." 

 Aria blinked, for a second she had just imagined someone slurping at her Mom's boobs and the worse thing was that the person she'd imagined look a lot like her. She thought about trying to change the conversation, but her Mom was continuing, "I love playing with my tits as well, stroking them and kneading them as some hot cutie dildos herself for my enjoyment. It makes me so hot I can't help but use my own toy in return, sitting opposite her watching her fuck herself as I fuck myself."

 Aria found herself getting hotter. And was there a dampness forming between her legs? It couldn't be, listening to her Mom shouldn't be turning her on. 

 But it was...

 Ella asked, "Do you know what a butt-plug is Aria?"

 "Yes," the teen. She was an anal virgin, though she had considered not being so with Ezra and had looked up on the internet various guides to anal sex.

 "I love seeing one in a girl's ass, well placed, keeping it open and ready for my use..." Ella gave a small smile as Aria gasped, "Yes, Aria, your Mom is a butt-girl. I love fucking hot, sexy, slutty ass. I love thrusting my strap-on into it and gaping it open, I love ramming it so hard it's ruined. I don't how many anal cherries I've popped, but I've hardly been on a date where she's an anal virgin by the end of the night." 

 Suddenly the teen became aware of something. She looked down to confirm her suspicion - her Mom's hand had moved upward from Aria's thigh and was down rubbing at the teen's cunt through her jeans. She looked up at her Mom, Ella was grinning, her eyes meeting Aria's, totally unabashed that she was feeling her daughter up, "Is this all making you hot? Is all this talk about pussy eating and butt-banging making you dyke out?"

 "No," whispered Aria.

 "Liar," replied Ella without rancour. Without warning she grabbed the back of Aria head and dragged it forward her mouth opening as she did so. It clamped hard on Aria's and the teen automatically opened, though she was sure she didn't want to and it was wrong. Her Mom's tongue sped in, slamming round her mouth like she owned her. Aria was too stunned to do much more than allow her own tongue to tease back, tickling over her Mom's as it dominated her mouth. She could sense her Mom's other hand was fiddling with her blouse. Then, just as suddenly as she'd grabbed her, Ella let her go. 

 Aria's head sprung back. She gasped for breath and wiped her lips, a thin line of saliva had slipped out. She looked at her Mom, the Milf had undone her blouse and her titties were dangling over the top of her bra. Aria had seen boobs before, in the changing room and at sleepovers, but seeing her Moms was something new - she'd probably seen them when being breast fed, but she was too young to remember that. They were bigger than she'd thought they'd be, not that she'd ever thought about them; and bouncy looking, with two pink puffy areola upon which perched a pair of hard nipples - they looked surprisingly sexy. But Aria had only seconds to wonder before her Mom had grabbed the back of her head and was pulling her towards them, "Suck on these Aria, lick my puppies."

 Her Mom was pushing her down, but even without the pressure Aria's head would have dropped. Her mouth opened and she took the nearest titty in her mouth, not caring it was her Mom's and began to suck and lick. Her Mom groaned and gasped, her body shuddering as Aria greedily sucked the boob into her mouth. "Oh, that's good. Suckle at my titty, lick it up."

 Aria did as she was instructed, her mouth moulding round the bosom, her tongue flickering at the nipple. After a few moments she swapped boob, clasping on to the second one and giving it the same treatment as its partner. The nipple was stiff against her tongue, pinging as she stabbed at it, her teeth lightly scraping at the flesh around it. 

 "Ooooohhhh, God Aria, that's great," her Mom moaned. It took a few moments for Aria to realise that she was no linger being held, one of her Mom's hands gripping the back of the sofa, the other lifting her skirt and sliding down to her Milf pussy. Aria could have stopped. She didn't, suckling the tits like she'd been born to it. 

 Suddenly what she was doing came, her head sprang back like it was on a spring and she went red, "Mom... I... we can't, this is wrong."

 Her Mom continued to stroke her Milf pussy, her hand sliding over the shaven pussy, like she was trying to hypnotise Aria. She grinned, "Aria we both know what's going to happen, by the end of the night I'll have taken another anal cherry. Why resist?"

 Aria blushed deeper, mainly because she feared what her Mom was saying was true. She knew it was wrong, knew she shouldn't feel like this, but she was incredibly turned on. Just seeing her Mom rubbing her pussy made her want to slide her mouth down and lick, sliding her tongue over and into the wet hole. She shook her head to try and clear it, to regain control, "No, no that's not going to happen. I'm going to leave. If you try and stop me I'm going to report you to social services."

 Ella seemed unfazed she just lifted her skirt higher so that her pussy was totally exposed to Aria's eyes, so she could see the wet juice glinting under the light above. Aria remained unmoving, just looking down at the wet, delicious looking cunt. She'd never eaten pussy, never wanted to, but this one seemed so sexy and sweet. She tried to resist its allure. 

 She might have managed it if her Mom hadn't said, "Eat my pussy, eat my pussy like the slut you are."

 The next thing Aria knew she was on her knees beside the sofa her head dropping down to her Mom's shaven slot. One her Mom's hands slid down, her fingers spread like a V to open the hole for Aria's tongue. The teen obliged, sliding it in and down her Mom's twat, so that she tasted her juice - it wasn't unpleasant and soon, despite her best attentions, Aria found herself licking harder, lapping up the cum like she was a cat after cream. Her Mom groaned and shook, pressing her cunt into her teen daughter's face, "Oooohhh, eat me, eat your Mom's cunt you little tramp." Aria slurped quicker, her face red with embarrassment. She closed her eyes so that she couldn't see her Mom's cunt, as if that mattered when she could hear her words in her ear, "Yes, yes, that's it my slutty daughter, lick Mom's cunt, I want your tongue deep inside me you dirty little whore."

 Aria had never heard her such language, so sexually demeaning that she could hardly believe it was her Mom uttering them. But then she could hardly believe that she was eating her Mom's pussy either. Ella gasped and groaned, shuddering in pleasure, "Make my pussy wet, use more tongue you slut, I want to be made hot you whorey fuckhole."

 Aria knew she should bring her head up and leave immediately, not even stopping to call the police until she was home. But she also knew her Mom's pussy was so tasty and wet and licking it was making Aria wet and excited herself, her tongue was lapping up the pussy juice, which her taste buds seem to be craving. She couldn't stop, she didn't want to stop.... "OOooohhh, ooooohhh, you're going to make Mom cum, you whore. Ooooohhh, harder, lick me like a skank."

 Aria's tongue pounded deep, exploring the damp velvety tunnel, licking up every drop of juice she could find like she was stuck in the desert and her Mom's cunt was the only thing keeping her from dehydration. Her Mom's hand was resting on her head, there was no pressure, but control was there all the same as her fingers played through the long hair, stopping briefly to gasp and buck as Aria drove her to a new orgasm. More and more girl juice formed in the Milf's cunt, so much that no matter how fast Aria licked she couldn't drink it all up. 

 "Aaaarrrghhh, yesssss, yessss, fuck yesssss!" her Mom squealed and rocked in pleasure, her body shuddering. Aria brought her mouth away and looked up at her orgasming Mom, her tongue nervously licking away the cum that coated her lips. 

 For a few moments her Mom just breathed deeply, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes glazed, before she finally said, "That wasn't bad, you're a passable cunt-licker, Aria."

 The teen blushed and nodded, unsure whether that was a compliment or an insult. Her Mom stood up, her skirt falling down to cover her pussy but her naked tits still dangling from her open blouse. "Wait here," she ordered and walked across to her bedroom.

 Aria could have escaped, fled the house and not looked back. But she stayed. 

 Her Mom was only gone a few minutes, returning with a canvas bag. She sat down in a comfy chair opposite the sofa and pulled out a dildo. Aria watched, entranced, shocked, as her Mom lifted the skirt again and began to slide it over her pussy. She gave a wicked smile as she saw her daughter's expression, "If you want me to fuck you, you better strip... and do it sexily."




The A-Team Ch. 07



Aria stood up and began to undress. She was too scared to do it as a strip-tease, her attempts at dancing looking more like a zombie shuffle than a seductive disrobing. But luckily her Mom didn't seem to mind, she just kept her eyes on Aria's sexy form as the teen gradually removed all her clothes, leaving her panties and bra until last and then slipping them off, so that she was standing nude in front of her Mom. The Milf stared for a few moments, drinking down her daughter's naked beauty, her dildo gently sliding over her pussy and clit, leaving her cunt slick with lust. After a few moments she reached with her spare hand into the canvas bag and pulled an object out, "Do you know what this is?"

 Aria blushed, she'd knew what it was, though she'd never seen one for real, "A butt plug," she said so quietly it was almost a whisper.

 Either her Mom had good hearing or she wasn't really interested in the answer. She played with the toy for a second before leaning forward to pass it to Aria. The teen took a few steps forward and took it from her Mom's outstretched hand, before shuffling back. It was smaller than she had imagined it would be, with a hook on the end and a point which tapered into a round curve at the end; she knew it was designed to easily enter the ass and to be equally simple to ease out. Ella gestured at the sofa opposite her, "Lean on the couch so that your ass is facing me and use that toy on yourself."

 "In my ass?" Aria was sure that was what her Mom meant, but it was so perverse, so strange, so totally out of both their characters that she felt she need to make sure.

 "Of course, it's a butt-plug, where else would you use it?" replied her Mom.

 "Nowhere," replied Aria. She took position over the couch and raised her sexy ass so that her Mom could see it. With one hand she reached round and pulled at her cheek, exposing her tight rosebud. For a second or two she hesitated, in an evening of steps this was another big one.

 "Fuck your ass, Aria," her Mom said sharply.

 With those words of encouragement the teen started to feed the plug into her asshole. Momentarily it seemed the rosebud would resist the toy, but then it opened to the round point. Aria gave a squeak as the hard plastic entered her, but she carried on pushing down and opening her tunnel. Behind her she could hear her Mom's sexual moans as she played with her own twat, tickling it with her toy as her daughter shoved a hard lump of plastic down her ass. Aria closed her eyes tightly and continued to push. Her asshole stretched wider than she thought it could go, but whilst it was painful it wasn't as sore as she thought it would be and soreness was complemented by a enjoyable, sensual tingle. "Mmmnnn, ooooohhh," she grunted and keeping her fingers on the haft pushed harder.

 "Yes, that's it my dirty slut daughter, shove that plug all the way into your skank ass," Ella cried out behind her, "Ooooohhhh, urrrrrhhh, that's so hot. Work it all the way down that whore butthole."

 The butt-plug slid down, if not easily, as least with limited friction and resistance, the teen's virgin hole opening to accommodate it. Aria grimaced as it went down, it was sore and uncomfortable, but also enjoyable and snug. She wasn't sure whether she was pleased or not when the she felt the ring of the plug press at her cheeks, stopping it going any further. On one hand she didn't think she could take another inch, or the other she'd taken the first five inches and her ass seemed to be coping and on the edge of enjoying more. She remained in situ unsure what to do next. Her Mom quickly made it clear, "Work it in and out, anally masturbate yourself you little whore."

 Gripping the top of it Aria did as she was told, pulling the plug out and then pushing it out. Her asshole stretched some more and she gave a small gasp, part plain, part pleasure. "Go for it," her Mom said, "Fuck your asshole faster, I'll be fucking it harder than that."

 Unsure whether that was a warning or a promise Aria continued to work the toy in and out. It began to get easier as her anal tube got used to the invader, clamping round it so that the plastic whirred over hidden nerve endings, but loose enough that the resistance was easily pushed aside. And the looser her ass became the faster and harder Aria pushed. And the faster and harder she pushed the more she enjoyed it. She let out a groan and slid her other hand down to her cunt, rubbing the wet slit and the clit above it as she banged her asshole. It was such a turn on, anal masturbation was so much more enjoyable than the normal fingering of her pussy. The fact her Mom was behind her watching every slutty shove made her wetter, even though she knew it was wrong and depraved. "Oooohhh, ooooohhhh," the teen moaned in excited ecstasy.

 "You slut, you dirty whore, anally fucking yourself in front of me. You can't deny you're a dyke slut now, " was there a touch of triumph in her Mom's voice or was it just lust? Not caring which, Aria hammered harder, she was everything her Mom said and more.

 "Oooohhh, oooooh, this is so hot," squeaked Ella. "I'm cumming watching you fuck that hot little ass. Oooooohhh, uuuurrrhhh, aaaarrrghhh... Hear that Aria? you're making Mommy cum, you're making Mommy cum watching you fuck that skank hole of yours."

 Aria bit her lip and continued, pounding at the asshole with her plug, fiddling and fondling her twat with the other hand. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, as she slid her finger up and down, running it over her cunt. It was sticky with wet cum, the juice dribbling from her hole and over her quim lips. Her ass was zinging as well, and if the five inches of the butt-plug wasn't enough, well there was a promise of her Mom butt-banging her soon. Aria just hoped that whatever toy her Mom used it was long and thick enough to pleasure the horny teen sufficiently. She gave a squeak, "Aaaarrghh."

 "You're a whore, Aria, what are you?" her Mom gasped.

 "I'm a slutty, lesbo, anal skank. A dirty whorey hooker," Aria squealed in reply. She rammed both holes harder, making her body shudder and shake with pleasure.

 "AAarrrrghh," her Mom squealed again, obviously cumming a second time as she toyed herself in time with her daughter's thrusts.

 "Uuuuurrrhhh, ooooohhhh," Aria moaned back shaking.

 For a few moments she continued pounding her asshole until her Mom spoke, "I think that's enough. You're prepared."

 Aria started to pull the toy out, but her Mom said, "Leave it in for a few moments, we don't want your ass to think it can start to close."

 "Okay Mom," said Aria. 

 "Follow me into the bedroom," said Ella.

 Aria slowly stood up. It felt strange, the toy rubbing at her walls with every movement. It felt even stranger as she walked, like it was pushing it one moment and trying to escape the other, all the time scraping up and down the chute, playing over the round tunnel sides. It meant she walked slowly and gingerly, she worried it made her look hesitant. But her Mom made no comment. Instead as soon as Aria was in she shut the door and undressed, as the nude teen stood still beside her. Still without speaking the naked Milf walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. Aria couldn't see what she was rummaging for, but she guessed and hoped it was a big one.

 She wasn't disappointed. When her Mom turned she was holding a ten-inch strap-on dildo, which was almost as thick as it was long. Her Mom smiled, "I'm going to fuck your ass with this beauty; that is if you're an anal slut who wants to be butt-fucked by her own Mom."

 Aria remained silent, but went deep red, knowing that was exactly what she was. Her Mom grinned wider and slid the toy up her thighs, buckling it in place. Sticking out in front of her pussy it looked even thicker and wider, and even with the butt-plug having opened her Aria wasn't sure how she was going to get all that in her ass. She soon discovered...

 "Did you ever give Ezra are blow-job, you dirty little skank?" Ella asked, waving the toy in her daughter's face.

 "Yes," Aria whimpered, not that his dick had been that big.

 "You'll know what to do then," her Mom said.

 Aria opened her mouth and started to slide it over the fake phallus. It was so thick and wide she couldn't take it in one go, having to take a couple of inches and then pull back. Her Mom grunted impatiently, "You're supposed to be sucking it not kissing it."

 Aria tried again, bringing her head forward until her jaw ached and it seemed her mouth was full. It was still only a few inches in. Her Mom frowned, "If that's the type of blow-jobs you gave Ezra he must have been easily pleased." It was more at a little over five inches he'd been easier to accommodate thought Aria, but even without her mouth full she wouldn't have said that to her Mom for fear the more dominant lesbian would think she was talking back. Instead she closed her eyes and forced herself forward, ignoring the discomfort and rising bile in her throat, pushing herself at the cock until she choked and snorted.

 Falling back she took a blast of air and looked up at her Mom. Gone was the soft motherly look of concern, instead it was stern and controlling and obviously not at all happy with the teen's performance. "Suck it, Aria," she said crossly.

 The teen whimpered, hoping that her failure to suck it properly wasn't going to have an impact on the butt-banging her Mom had promised her. "I'll do better," she whined and opened her mouth to take the cock.

 This time, however, her Mom took a hand. Aria's lips had only slid a couple of inches up the prong before her Mom took hold off the back of her head in both hands and lever it forward. At the same time the Milf thrust hard. The two movements caught Aria by surprise and she shot up the cock hard, feeling the end bang at the back of her throat almost before she had time to gag. The butt-plug in her asshole, scraped and quivered as she shook with the blow of her Mom's hard thrust. Her Mom relaxed for a second, then rammed again, hammering the dick deep into the teenager's mouth. Aria's eyes widened and watered as the plastic prick hammered at her tonsils, a wave of saliva and bile coating the toy as she choked and gagged. 

 "That's better, you dirty whore, deep throat my toy," her Mom called as she kept her hands on the back of Aria's head and shook her waist, thrusting forward into the teen gullet. "Get this dick nice and soaked."

 The toy was so big and her Mom was fucking it so deep Aria seriously wondered if she was going to run out of oxygen and die. However, just as she was on the edge of panic her Mom pulled it out enough for a trickle of air to seep in. The teen tried to gasp it down, but her Mom was already throat-fucking her again, ramming the dick into the pretty teen's open mouth. "Suck it you whore. Get it wet for your skank ass," Ella called out and bucked away, pounding the cock hard at her daughter. "You dirty whore, suck my plastic prick." She pulled it loose for Aria to get some of that precious air and then slammed it back, so that the dildo hit the teen's tongue and bounced off it against her tonsils. "I want to fuck that dirty slut face before I fuck that whore ass."

 Aria was no longer actively sucking, all she could do was choke and gag, letting her Mom have her way with her, the butt-plug shuddering in her asshole. Saliva filled her throat and mouth and burst through the gap in her lips, pouring down her chin and over her titties. Her eyes watered, the eye shadow streaked as liquid leaked down from it. But through it all her pussy was tingling with excitement and lust, her Mom was right about her being a whore, only a complete slut hooker would enjoy this as Aria was doing. She reached down and rubbed her pussy, making it too wet and soaking, dripping cum from her lips onto the carpet.

 It seemed like hours that her Mom face-fucked her, but it couldn't have been longer than five minutes until her Mom pulled the cock out and let go off her daughter's head. The dildo was dripping with saliva, wetter than it would be than if it had been dipped in a bowl of water. Aria raised her head to look at her domme Mom. Ella grinned, "Do you want me to bang your ass?"

 Aria nodded.

 "Beg me. Beg me to fuck that sweet behind," Ella said.

 "Please fuck my butt, Mom. Pretty please, with sugar on. Ram your dick into my asshole, bang it open, fuck my asshole. Please, please, fuck your anal whore of daughter. I'm begging you to ram my dyke ass and make it gape," the teen said, meaning every word.

 "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees facing the mirror - I want to be able to see your face as I fuck that dyke ass," her Mom ordered and Aria did as she was told.

 In the reflection of the mirror she could see her Mom climbing on the bed after her, the strap-on sticking out like it was a real hard cock. The teen shivered in anticipation, the butt-plug had whetted her appetite. Though it was small and thin compared to the huge dildo her Mom was wearing it still fitted snugly in her ass, how would it feel to have something as thick as the strap-on pounding her? 

 She didn't have long to wait. She saw her Mom lean towards her and felt a sudden burst of cold air as her Mom pulled the plug-out of her ass. So used had she become to it's feel that for a second Aria felt like something had been amputated. But before she could get reused to the lack of toy in her ass, her Mom was grabbing her cheeks and levering them apart, to push her strap-on at Aria's still open rosebud.

 "Oh, yes," grunted Ella as she penetrated her daughter's ass.

 "Oooooohh," groaned Aria as her ass welcomed her Mom's toy.

 Ella leant back and then came forward, driving the toy deeper. It went in, the blow-job and the butt-plug having done their work. But even as it pushed down Aria gasped and cried out, her tunnel expanding further than the plug had managed and even the saliva covering it was not enough to leave it's entry frictionless and easy. Behind her Ella ignored her cries and gripped the side of the teen's ass to give herself balance and continued working herself in and out. "Yes, yes, yes," she muttered as she thrust forward and back, "Yes, yes, yes."

 "Ooooohh, urrrrhhh," Aria grunted, closing her eyes and gripping at the bedding. It was sore and painful, but exciting and exhilarating at the same time. The cock was pushing further than the butt-plug, going into previously unexplored regions of her butt and opening tunnel that had been virgin. The chute expanded and elasticated like rubber, stretching to fit the dildo as snugly as a hand in a glove. Ella was going faster and harder, driving the toy deeper into her daughter's bottom, opening the tunnel wider. Aria gasped as the toy slammed against her cervix wall and made her clit spin. Gingerly, careful that she didn't overbalance, Aria let one hand go from the bedding and transferred it to her pussy, wiping at the wet hole with her fingers. The enjoyment she was receiving catapulted higher. "Oooohhh, urrrrhhh, ooooohhh. Fuck me Mom, fuck me."

 Ella was slamming hard now, her hands gripping her daughter's waist as she pummelled her ass. The full length of the toy slammed down Aria's chute, making her feel like she was filled completely. The teen screamed and gasped and squealed, "Fuck me, oh my God, fuck me harder."

 "You dirty anal dyke," her Mom snorted, "I own this fucking lesbo ass, it's mine."

 "Yes, Mom, yes!" Aria cried back, "I'm yours, I'm your fuckhole to fuck anytime you want and anyway... I'm your whore, I'm your dyke daughter."

 The dildo speared her anus, ramming down deep, filling her. She stroked her pussy hard, making it thrum as cum spurted out all over her Mom's bed. Aria had a feeling that she wasn't the first to cum on this bed as her Mom fucked from behind and that she didn't mind a splurge of girl juice on her quilt. Or at least if she did she was doing nothing to stop Aria cumming again and again as she pounded her daughter's back hole violently. "Yes, you slut, you dyke bitch. I'm fucking your ass because you're an anal lesbo skank."

 "Aaaaarrrrghhh," Aria shrieked in ecstasy as she came, the waves of exhilaration smashing round her body. Her eyes popped open. In the mirror she could see her Mom pounding away, her tits bouncing and jiggling as she energetically thrust in and out, her brown hair flapping and flying across her face as she rocked, the look of pure lust on her face as she gaped her daughter. The dildo slammed all the way down Aria's hole, hammering behind at the spider-web nerves of her clitoris. Aria shrieked again, "Aaarrrrghhh!!!"

Her Mom continued, thrusting and banging at the teen butt-hole, stretching it like it was rubber, thrusting so deep that it was miracle her dick was coming out the other side. Aria cried out in pleasure with every stroke, her hand still continuing to fondle her soaked pussy. She knew it was wrong to enjoy being sodomised by her Mom, she knew it made her a lesbo anal whore as her Mom kept grunting; but it felt so good, so hot, so ecstasy inducing. She squealed loudly, rocking the bed as she came yet again, "AAaaarrrrggghhh..."

Her Mom pulled out and collapsed back on the bed. Aria remained in position gasping loudly; she was about to turn when her Mom stopped her. "Just a moment." Ella reached for her phone, sitting on the bedside cabinet and held it up. Aria blushed as she heard the click, had her Mom just taken a picture of her gaping ass? She just hoped that her Mom had a secure password...

"Come suck my cock clean," Ella ordered and put the phone back down.

"Yes Mom," said Aria, spinning on her knees so she was facing Ella. She leant down over the dick. For the second time that evening her mouth opened and slid over the fake dick. But this time she wasn't lubing but washing, her tongue sliding up and down the dimpled plastic, bouncing over it and swirling round. There was a slight bitterness that hadn't been there before. Aria tried to ignore it and to just concentrate on feeling the texture. To her horror she found that she could still taste the bitterness of her butt no matter how much she tried to just think on the ridges; to her greater horror she didn't mind as much as she should that she was tasting her own ass. Up and down her mouth moved, her lips pursed, her teeth grazing at it. She didn't go as deep as before, nor bob as violently, correctly guessing that her Mom wasn't wanting a hardcore deep-throating where her head banged like a metaller, but a slow and relaxed cleaning, where she slid up and down like a dirty little slave skank.

"That's good, Aria. You're finding your proper place now, sucking a strap-on after it's been up your dyke ass. You're a perfect little anal whore," Ella said, with a touch of admiration that at the same time vied with contempt and lust. "Wash it with your mouth. Clean my toy of your slut butt."

Aria tongue wrapped round the pole, slurping and licking at the hard rod. The bitter taste was been gradually washed away to be replaced with the bland nothingness of plastic. She still continued sucking, waiting for her Mom to tell her to stop as even if there was no taste she was enjoying the submission. Or perhaps enjoying was the wrong word for a submissive slut like her; she was accepting her submission.

"I think I'm ready for another bit of Aria ass," her Mom reached out to her hair and pulled the teen off the dick. 

Aria drew up and nodded meekly, "Yes Mom, where do you want me?"

Her Mom remained lying on her back, flicking her plastic cock with a finger. "I want you to do the work this time, show me the real slut you and ride me."

Aria didn't pause, but nodded. She started to move towards her Mom, but her Mom shook her head, "I want you to do it reverse, so you can see yourself in the mirror and know what a butt-fucked whore you are."




The A-Team Ch. 07



"Okay," replied Aria, though she thought rebelliously that feeling the plastic dong pounding her ass would remind her she was anal slut. 

Still, she did as her domme Mom demanded, turning her back to the woman who gave her birth, spreading her cheeks and lowering herself on the upright rod. She gave a groan as it penetrated her butt, though it slipped in more effortlessly than before, like sky-diving it was obviously easier the second time. She slid her butt down, letting the dick go all the way in until her cheeks were resting on her Mom. The Milf sat up a to grab her stomach and open her legs, a hand sliding down to rub at the teen's wet pussy, "You dirty, horny slut," Ella murmured in her ear and began to thrust up, "Ride me, ride me faster whore."

Aria began to bounce in time with her Mom, driving herself up the toy and then down again, opening her ass even further and spreading the chute. Her teen titties wobbled and jumped, her body shuddering in sexual pleasure. Her pussy tingled and hummed as her Mom rubbed at the clit from the front and pounded it from behind, the toy spearing all the way in to smack at the nerves behind her wall. "MMmmnnnn, ooohhhh," Aria groaned, "Oh fuck me, fuck me Mom. Hammer my dyke ass, screw it so hard I pop."

Her Mom grunted in reply, "That's it my slutty fuckhole daughter, I'm going to wreck your butt, I'm going to gape it open. No, no it's not your ass any longer, it belongs to me to fuck for as long and hard as I want."

"Oooohhh yessss," squealed Aria, "It's your. My ass is yours to screw, ram it Mom, slam your dick up my dyke hole."

"Uh, uh, uh," her Mom panted as she pounded the tight teen hole, ramming up with all her strength.

"Aaaarrggghhhh, yessss," Aria screamed in pleasure, thudding up and down. In the mirror she could see her reflection, her face contorting and twisting with every thrust, her long dark hair swinging as she jumped up and down, sometimes it covered her jiggling boobies for a second, before it swung to one side. Her pussy was almost hidden behind her Mom's hand, but as her Mom rubbed hard little spurts of cum would shoot out from between her fingers and Aria would shriek in ecstasy again. "AAaarrrrghhhh."

"Uh, uh, uh," her Mom grunted slamming harder, driving fast and violently into Aria's tunnel, forcing the teen to up her speed to match her thrusts. The teen's thighs ached, the muscles straining as she worked herself up and down. She leant back and down, pressing her hands on the bedding to give herself extra lift, her Mom's naked boobs pressing at her back as the Milf pushed up in response. Ella grunted in passion, her pants loud in Aria's ear, "Uh, uh, you slut, uh, uh."

The dildo pounded hard and deep, smacking at Aria's anal walls and making them stretch, The pleasurable was indescribable and Aria knew that this was where she belonged, anally impaled on another woman's strap-on. First her Mom and then others - hot domme after hot domme pounding her butt night after night, each banging confirming her status as a dyke butt-fuck slut. She screamed in pleasure, "Yessss, yessss, fuck me Mom, I'm a lesbo whore, I'm a skanky anal loving dyke. Fuck me, fuck meeeee!" 

"Uh, uh, uh, fucking your slut butt," her Mom panted in reply, the dildo shooting up Aria' back passageway

The orgasms hit her the teen in a rush, making her jerk and squeal louder, "AAaarrrrgghhh, aaaarrgggghh."

Her Mom continued to thrust away, sodomising her submissive daughter deep and hard....

*

The phone beeped as Melissa was sitting in the barn going through some paperwork she'd brought home from the office. She smiled as she reached for it, knowing who the message would be from. She was right, she didn't even need to see the same to confirm as on the screen Aria's well gaped asshole displayed itself, the teen's face reflected in the mirror in front of her to give the picture an 'arty' quality. Though as she stared at it Melissa wasn't interested in its composition, but the naked pounded ass in front of her. She licked her lips, it would be so fun to bang it, she hoped that Ella would quickly be making Aria available for all. Her hand crept down to her own pussy. She unzipped her pants enough to slide it down under her thong and play with her pussy whilst imagining Aria's asshole. 

After a few moments she put it down with a smile. She would look forward to Aria's ass and seeing it had whetted her appetite; but not tonight, tonight she was going to butt-bang her sister. 

And she was looking forward to that...



The A-Team



That was what Ashley had been thinking, but not the only thing, "Yes. I was also thinking why you've got it." After all most girls didn't bring a massive strap-on dildo to a friendly sleepover, even if Alison wasn't most girls.

The teen grinned wider, "I'm always prepared for anything." She gave a small wink, "I'll let you into a secret though. I just knew I was going to fuck you tonight that's why I brought it."

Neither answer was very good. Yes, teen girls came prepared for sleepovers, tampons, lip-gloss, even breath mints - but not with huge sex toys. And as for her claim that she knew she was going to fuck Ashley, she'd need to be a clairvoyant to see all the circumstances that would bring them together in Ashley's bedroom. Still it didn't matter, they were here. Ashley girded herself, her pussy was tingling and wet, her heart pounding and most of her brain was screaming for her to go for it. But a small part was holding out and that was the bit she listened to. "You can't, not tonight, not now. We can talk tomorrow in private, you can't stay here in this room, not now. Hanna will be home soon."

"Does she come in to give you a good night kiss?" Alison asked.

"No, why?" Ashley shook her head confused, "She's eighteen and anyway she'd think I was asleep."

"In that case I'll close the door behind me and hope you're quiet," Alison said, shutting it as she did so.

"Oh..." what else could Ashley say? 

The teen moved in front of her, a smug grin on her pretty face. Ashley looked up awaiting instructions she knew would be coming; and in truth she was looking forward to them, to giving herself to the young blonde temptress in front of her. 

"Take off your night dress," Alison said. Ashley did as she was told, again, pulling off the dress and dropping it to the floor. She was standing naked in front of the teen, her pussy and tits exposed to the younger woman's lascivious gaze; it was embarrassing and demeaning and it made Ashley's cunt hot with excitement and lust. Alison stepped forward and slid her hand down to Ashley cunt, smiling almost wickedly as she said, "That's nice and juicy; you're so wet, like a whore."

"Yes," murmured Ashley blushing, she couldn't really deny it. 

Alison smirked louder. "Get down on your knees and suck my dildo you'll need it soaked."

Ashley nodded and got down on her knees, "Sure Alison, though you said my twat is wet enough." 

The Milf's lips were round the plastic dong before Alison replied, "It's not going in your pussy. I want to fuck your ass."

If Ashley's mouth hadn't been full she'd have whimpered. Not that she was an anal virgin, but it was something she'd deliberately left as a birthday or valentine's day treat for her ex-husband in happier days of their marriage. Now she was going to get fucked up there by a teen girl on their first date (not even that - their first hook-up). She should stop it she knew, that would be the right thing to do, but her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, remaining locked round the dildo and sliding up and down it taking more in and keeping it soaked. She went up and down, her raven hair flapping as she bobbed. 

Her eyes went up to Alison's face, the teen had a satisfied smirk on her face, as well she might with Ashley blowing her strap-on toy like she was a two-bit hooker. The Milf was so glad Hanna wasn't here or likely to put her head round the door when she returned; that would have been embarrassing, though she had a feeling Alison wouldn't care - it would be an extra turn on for the blonde teen. To Ashley's shame the thought that Hanna seeing them would make Alison wet made the Milf hornier as well, as she imagined what a turned on Alison would do to her; my God she'd fuck her stupid. Ashley's fingers slid down to her pussy and she began to rub it as she swallowed at the rubber dick.

Alison laughed, "You're such a slut, playing with yourself while you suck my dildo. I'm going to love fucking your ass."

Ashley didn't reply, she couldn't, but she hoped the enthusiasm with which she went up and down the toy showed how much she agreed. It was soaked with her spit, gleaming with saliva as she took in as much as she could, swallowing it as deep as she dared, almost risking gagging as it tickled at her throat. 

Alison grinned happily, like a cat with a mouse, her hands were on her hips, as she looked down at the cock-sucking Milf, "You know Ashley... I can call you Ashley? Mrs Marin seems so formal when you're prepping my dick for an ass ramming. Anyway Ashley if you fuck as good as you suck I can see this being a regular thing, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

Ashley head nodded back and forth as she sucked the toy. Alison grinned deeper and pulled the toy back and out. Ashley remained on her knees, sitting like she was a dog begging for a bone and looking up at Alison's face. The teen looked down at her with a lustful look, "It's ass fucking time."

"Yes, Alison," Ashley nodded, agreeing that her most intimate hole was for Alison.

"Get on your hands and knees on the bed," ordered the teen. 

Ashley did as she was told, pushing her ass up and outwards sexily; she couldn't believe what she was doing, but now she was she wanted Alison to know she wanted it bad. The teen grinned and swatted the Milf's rump playfully, "God, you're a whore, offering up your ass like that. I'm going to enjoy ramming it deep; do you want that?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck it hard, I want you to nail it so deep that you're hammering the whole dildo down my chute. I am a whore, an anal whore," Ashley blushed as she spoke, but it was the truth, she wanted it so bad, like only a complete slut or hooker would want it. Oh God, her desire for Alison's dick in her ass was so bad, it was almost painful. She needed the teen to fuck her ass, to control her, to dominate her by butt-fucking.

Alison seemed content with Ashley's answer. Ashley could feel the mattress shudder as the teen got on the bed behind her, the young blonde's hands reaching out for the Milf's round ass cheeks. Ashley gave a sound somewhere between a moan and a giggle as Alison pried them apart, she could imagine the look of lust on the teen's face as she stared down at the tight puckered hole normally hidden between them. For a few moments Alison just looked at it, before she said with a grin, "That's so tight and fuckable."

Ashley nodded, blushing red, "Thank you, I'm glad you like it."

"A polite Milf," grinned Alison and swatted Ashley's ass again, "I'm am so going to enjoy ramming your backhole."

"You will," agreed Ashley as Alison's hand pulled at her cheeks again, moving the cheeks aside. Then keeping one hand on a buttock Alison gripped her toy with the other and guided to the saliva stained dildo to the sphincter. "Mmmnnn," Ashley moaned in anticipation as the teen brushed the tip at her pucker. "Mmmnnn, oh God is it going to go in?"

"Oh it will be going in," Alison replied, but she didn't follow her words with any immediate action, being content to tease Ashley's asshole with the tip, pressing the toy against the puckered skin and lightly pushing it so the ass opened the barest amount.

Ashley moaned again, gripping the quilt below her and shaking her hair free as it fell across her face. Now she'd given into her desire for Alison she wanted it to begin, to have the dildo in her. "Please..." she murmured quietly, "Oh please..."

"What?" giggled Alison, "You want my big toy in your tight anal fuckhole?"

"Yes, I want you to bang my butt," Ashley nodded, her cheeks red.

"Ask me for it," ordered Alison, "Make me know you want it..." She continued to brush the tip at Ashley.

The Milf flushed even brighter, her skin so red she could have been mistaken for a stop sign, but as she wanted Alison's strap-on in her she did as she was told, "Please fuck me. I want you to please fuck my asshole. I want you to pound it as hard and deep as you like. I want you to own it. Please, please fuck it, it's my gift to you."

"A present? For moi?" Alison laughed and slammed forward.

Ashley's ass was too tight for the dildo to go down its full nine inches, but such was the power behind it that it still slammed down almost half it's length in one brutal thrust. Ashley's eyes opened so wide the sockets ached and her entire body shuddered as the asshole was stretched painfully open, "AAarrrghh," she squeaked, "Owwwww."

Alison ignored her, pulling swiftly back and pounding down as hard as before, sending the dildo even further in. Ashley's fingers clawed at the bedding and her face contorted in pain as the teen's toy opened her. She gave another squawk and then another as Alison thrust down again, making the Milf's anal walls stretch out. It was sore and uncomfortable, like red hot concrete was being poured into her, the anal invader feeling as out of place as a guitar solo in a Beethoven piece. But something strange was also happening as well, intense pleasure as Alison's toy penetrated deep and stimulated nerve endings mixing with a feeling of satisfaction that she was the teen's. "Oooohhh," the sound that came from her lips as young blonde whacked down again was pleasure.

"You slut," laughed Alison, "You're loving this, you're loving my dick in you."

"Oooohhh, yes, yes," it was impossible to deny. The discomfort Ashley had felt was receding as the dildo pounded down deep and her ass elasticated to fit it. It was more like a key in a lock than an unwelcome intruder, even the pain she had been feeling was slipping away like night to be replaced by a sparkling dawn. With one hand the Milf began to rub at her pussy, groaning in pleasure as Alison hit her deep, "Ooohhh, yes, ooooohh this is good."

Alison slammed hard, each thrust now sending the full length of the toy into the Milf's asshole. Her hands were gripping the Milf's waist keeping her in place as her own ass rocked back and forth as she drove the dildo into Ashley. The raven haired older woman squeaked and gasped in pleasure, shuddering and shaking, her naked titties bouncing and bobbing below her. Alison moved faster, slamming the toy hard, "You're a slut, Ashley, an anal slut and you're mine. I own you. You gave yourself to me as a gift and I'm going to use you like a cheap rag."

"Oh god, yes, wreck my ass, it's yours, Alison, I'm yours, use me, abuse me, fuck me as you want," squeaked Ashley. It was demeaning, she knew, to be saying those things to a girl much less than half her age, but it was true, she was Alison's and the teen could have her however she liked and Ashley would take it and love it. "Fuck it, fuck it. Oooooohhh, God, fuuuckkk iiitt..." As long as Alison pleasured her like she was pleasuring her now Ashley would be the blonde's fuck slave however and whenever she was wanted. "Aaaarrrghh, aaaaargghh, fuuucckkk!"

Alison laughed and slammed harder, thrusting her toy as far as it would go into Ashley's taboo hole, the sounds of her thighs smacking at the Milf's behind like a pistol on automatic. "Oh God, you whore, you dirty slut, you're loving it."

"Aaaarrghh," squeaked Ashley in agreement, "ooooohhh, aaaarrrghhh." Soon the Mom was lost in maelstrom of ecstasy, her entire being suffused with an orgasmic glow, making her shriek and shake and cum again and again.

From downstairs there was the slam of the front door as Hanna, as inconsiderate as ever of anyone asleep, returned home. It was enough to wake Ashley from her sexual stupor. "Oh my.... Alison, that's Hanna, you need to stop, what will she think?"

Alison carried on ramming Ashley's backdoor, "You're mine," she smirked evilly, "We stop when I say. Best bet is to be quiet... if you can."

Ashley closed her mouth and tried to ignore the pleasure pounding through her as her asshole was vigorously banged. It was so hard; it made it virtually impossible to be silent for long and as the full, solid nine inches slammed down her hole Ashley let out a moan and then another one. Alison went faster, almost as if she wanted to make the Milf shriek out loud. Ashley slammed her mouth down on the quilt, sucking it into her mouth and gripping it between her teeth, using the thick material to stifle her moans. She could hear Hanna's footsteps outside, coming nearer, pausing for just a second and then receding quickly as Hanna went to her own room. It was with relief Ashley heard the door close, thanking her daughter for not being so quiet about it and had let her know. She lifted her head, and confident there were two thick bedroom doors and a full landing between her and Hanna gave a loud moan, "Fuuuckkk, yessss Alison, fuck my ass, fuck it hard...."

Alison continued to do so, pounding Ashley into another orgasm and sending the older woman into a paroxysm of delectable delight. The Milf's cunt was soaking with cum, the juice covering her finger whenever she reached and rubbed at the hole. She had never known pleasure like it, she couldn't imagine how she had ever lived without it. She was an anal loving lesbian slut, to be more accurate, she was Alison DiLaurentis's anal loving lesbian slut. The teen owned her, they both knew that...

"OOohhh, fuck, you slut," Alison pulled the dildo out of Ashley's butt, "That was something."

Ashley started to move, "I liked it as well."

"Liar," said Alison, "You loved it." She put her hand on Ashley's ass, "Stay there I want a memento." She picked up her cell and held it inches from Ashley's gaping hole. There was an electronic click as she snapped a photo.

Ashley stayed patiently in position, if Alison wanted a souvenir of her well-used ass, Ashley knew she shouldn't question it. Not if she wanted Alison again and she did... The teen pulled the camera back a few feet and snapped again,. 

"Nice," she grinned and lay back against the headboard, "Look see," she held up the camera screen for Ashley's inspection and the Milf got a good look at her ass for the first time ever. It was more shapely than she would have thought, though her eyes were more drawn to the gaping hole in the middle; she grimaced Alison really had stretched her. It felt good, however, even if a little sore.

"What now?" Ashley said quietly, nervous about the answer. Did Alison want her still or was she a gift played with on Christmas Day only to be discarded by Boxing Day. 

Alison ignored her, playing with her phone. Ashley waited, not wanting to push it, until after a few moments Alison put her phone on the sideboard. She looked at Ashley with a smile, "What now? Now I'm going to sleep." She pulled back the covers and slipped under them, lying her head on the pillow and closing her eyes. Soon she was breathing deep in sleep, looking like a golden angel. Ashley sat watching her for a few minutes, before she too went under the covers, lying her head down next to - what she hoped was - her girlfriend.

*

Hanna Marin lay awake in her bed; her mind going overtime. Not because tonight she'd finally broken it off with Caleb; with his drinking and 'fuck you' attitude that had been on the cards for weeks. But, no what was jamming her mind with all sorts of thoughts, none of which she wanted there, was what her Mom was doing.

She'd gone upstairs ready for bed, but as she approached her Mom's room she'd heard some strange noises. It was only as she briefly stopped outside her Mom's room, about to go in and see if she was having a bad dream she recognised them as stifled orgasmic cries. Blushing she rushed to her own room, closing the door loudly behind her to let her cumming Mom know she wasn't alone. The teen let out a sigh of relief; she knew she sometimes was as subtle as a brick through a window, but bursting into her Mom banging some guy would have been a major faux pas, even for her. It was only as she got undressed that she remembered why she'd been out in the evening, her ex-friend Alison was here. She frowned, it wasn't like her Mom to go out and find a guy for casual sex, and certainly not when they had a guest.

A hollow feeling grew in her gut and she opened her bedroom door. As quiet as she could, and when she wanted she could be very silent, Hanna sneaked across to her Mom's room. As she got nearer she could hear the cries, they were louder now as if her Mom had been keeping them in when Hanna had walked past previously. There was no disguising the lust in them either, "AAAArrrghh, uuuurhhh, yessss."

Hanna paused unsure what to do or how to find out whether her suspicions were correct and her Mom was having lesbian sex with that bitch Ali. There was a squeal from inside, "Fuuuckkk, yessss Alison, fuck my ass, fuck it hard...." Hanna nearly fell backwards; it was worse than she thought - not only had the bitch seduced her Mom, she was taking her in that hole; the one no self-respecting girl ever gave up. Hanna blushed red and rushed to her room, she shouldn't have tried to find out, as now she had she had no idea what to do or how to break up the teen and her Mom; God, she hadn't even know her Mom was a lesbian...

*

Despite the late hour Mona Vanderwaal was still up and at her computer, not that she was doing anything more challenging than playing solitaire. Hanging in the wardrobe, tucked away was the black trousers and baggy jacket she'd been wearing earlier, the equally black pullover neatly folded in the drawer wrapped round the white mask that had covered her face. The plan had gone exactly how it should, a window left unlocked by Alison had allowed the other teen easy entry and a kitchen knife, some shadows and heavy breathing had been enough to make Ashley scream to heaven and run for the cops.

Not that they'd have found Mona; by the time they arrived she had already been nearly home, making sure she didn't alert her parents by slipping in the backdoor. And speaking of slipping in the backdoor, she glanced at her cell, sitting beside her on the desk. She had played her part in the plan, weakening Ashley's resolve and giving a chance for Alison to get into the Milf's bed and if it worked, and Mona was sure it would, into something much hotter as well. Still, Ali was taking her time...

She wasn't the only one who thought so. The cell chirped and the name A4 flashed up, her messaging appearing below her name, "Have you heard yet?"

"No," Mona thumbed back, her message being followed seconds later by the flashing name of A1 giving the same answer.

The answers didn't keep their A-team colleague quiet, as moments later the name A4 reappeared, "Do you think it worked? What if Ali couldn't do it?"

"It's Ali," typed Mona, she had faith in the blonde.

"She'll do it," the text from A1, the team leader, agreed with Mona.

"I hope so," there was a last message under A4, but neither Mona nor the head of the A-team answered. Not that Mona really blamed her friend for being nervous, she had been sitting here filled with anxious excitement for hours, unable to do anything but click on the cards on her computer. Not that she doubted Ali, she was sure her fellow team member would be able to seduce and then analise her target, but there was always the fluke - Hanna returning home, the police not leaving, perhaps it was even possible they'd make a mistake and Ashley wasn't a lesbian fuckhole... Mona suddenly felt as nervous as her colleague. 

The cell chirped again. A2 the name read - that was Alison. Mona snatched it up like it was the last piece of pie at a picnic and thumbed the message open. A picture filled the screen, two red cheeks and a gaping cavernous hole between them. Seconds later a second picture came through, this one taken from a little further away, so that the open hole was still visible, but you could just see the top of Ashley's head. There was a two word message at the bottom, "Butt fucked."

Mona grinned, it seemed the A-team was in business.