3 comments/ 52075 views/ 8 favorites An Anal Seduction Tale Ch. 02 By: femme1980 Chapter 2 Bree awoke with a start. The memory of the previous night suddenly came back to her, and she didn’t know whether to smile or cry. She just had the best sex of her life, yet she wasn’t sure if Rose would ever talk to her again. All day long she thought of nothing but Rose, though it eluded her why Rose had run away after the fantastic sex they shared. Did she freak? Was it all too much? Bree was torn between feelings of anxiety and pure anger. Part of her wanted to give Rose the benefit of the doubt and be kind and understanding. At the end of the day, however, her anger took over. Why the hell did Rose not call her? Was it regret? What was she afraid of? Maybe she was just too damn stupid to waste another thought on her. This was not easy in the least. Bree wondered if she should call her... what were the chances Rose would pick up and actually talk to her? Maybe Rose needed more time to think things over. After two days (though it seemed like an eternity) she couldn’t wait anymore. She made the call and Rose picked up. It was a short and awkward conversation, but Rose agreed to meet her for drinks later that night. Bree went to the bar with much trepidation, not knowing what to expect. She didn’t even know what she herself wanted, but she knew one thing: she really wanted to meet Rose. Rose was already waiting for her, sitting at the bar with a cocktail. Bree’s heart skipped a beat and she smiled. Bree hoped that Rose would hug her hello. Indeed Rose got up to greet her. They smiled at each other and then there was a brief moment of hestiation. It’s not like they never hugged before, but suddenly it seemed like a very private thing to Bree. She wasn’t sure anymore if it was appropriate or not but she opened her arms ever so slightly. In response Rose did the same and in the fraction of a second Bree decided to just go for it. Rose flung her arms around her shoulders and pushed warmly against her. Bree’s hand travelled around her waist and her wrists crossed on Rose’s back. Rose felt so warm and alive in her arms. Rose felt so good that Bree didn’t want to let her go and held her a little longer, but she didn’t want to seem too demanding, so she pulled back a little. Then she immediately felt like leaning back into the embrace again but it was too late. Rose had already retreated as well and was looking at her now. “Thanks for meeting me, Rose.” “It’s good to see you.” As it was a weekday they didn’t drink very much, and they didn’t talk much either. Neither of them wanted to address what had happened between them. Bree finally plucked up her courage, and asked, “Come home with me?” For a long time Rose didn’t reply. “Just to talk, Rose.” After another long silence Rose finally nodded. At Bree’s place they sat on the couch next to each other at a safe distance. Talking proved to be much more difficult than Bree had thought. Finally Rose took the initiative. “Bree, what happened on Saturday...,” then she cleared her throat and started again. “It was wonderful. But I feel it’s just not me, you know.” Now it was Bree who just nodded. She had anticipated this. “I don’t want to lose you, Bree. I just don’t think I can...” she buried her face in her hands, unable to continue. Rose’s face was reddening and tears were welling in her eyes. Bree put an arm around her friend’s shoulder. Rose looked at her. She had reacted intuitively, like a friend. Rose was an actual friend after all, wasn’t she? Now that Bree felt Rose close by her side she wasn’t so sure anymore. She started stroking her shoulder ever so gently. Rose leaned towards her and they drew a little closer together. Bree began feeling nervous again and that mixture of up-tight-ness and too-wideness in her stomach returned. What the hell was she thinking? She was glad they were on talking terms again and Rose was devastated and she was... well, what exactly was she? Bree felt like she was taking advantage of Rose’s hurt feelings in a way. Yet it felt too good to make her let go of Rose. She didn’t take her arm away and she hardly dared to move. She could feel Rose breathing next to her and she didn’t wish for anything except for this moment to last. Rose started to relax into their half embrace and Bree gently grazed her hand against her shoulder. Rose’s hand started moving ever so slightly too. Bree found her way up to Rose’s neck and started running her fingers along her hairline, slowly and soft, touching her lightly. Rose sighed. As Bree continued she grew more confident. Her stomach was flipping and aching but she didn’t stop. Her heartbeat accelerated and she could feel it in her fingertips. She leaned her head closer to Rose’s and pressed against her. Rose did not move much, nor did she pull away. Bree took this as a good sign. She began turning her face towards Rose’s temples. She closed her eyes and her lips found a spot right next to Rose’s ear. She pursed her lips and kissed the soft skin underneath. Rose inhaled sharply, her breathing barely audible. Now she was not moving at all. Bree didn’t know how to proceed. She wanted to continue, she just didn’t know how. She had stopped moving without realising it. She was breathing against Rose’s temple now and she felt Rose’s arms tightening around her waist. She opened her eyes and drew away a little. She caught a glimpse of Rose, eyes closed, breathing with her mouth open, biting her lip on one side. “Don’t stop,” Rose whispered, her eyes still closed. Bree kissed her temple, sliding her lips down to her cheek. Rose’s hand started stroking the small of her back. Bree felt her lips tremble. She was so insecure, contrary to her usual behaviour. She longed to just kiss her but Rose’s words echoed in her head. What if she didn’t want to kiss her? She had whispered, “Don’t stop.” hadn’t she? But that seemed like ages ago. Her jaw started shaking mildly and she had to clench it, and her courage faded. With her heart beating a wild tattoo against her chest, she drew away. Rose turned her head and looked at her, surprised, then puzzled. Bree involuntarily moved closer to Rose again, she was so drawn to her. It was time to show some commitment after all. It was now or never. Bree just couldn’t wait for Rose’s reaction any longer and in one fluid motion she inched closer and took Rose’s right hand between both her hands. There was so much to say, so many unanswered questions, but it just felt like the right thing to do. Rose had let her take her hand and was returning the gesture. Bree was surprised when Rose placed her left hand on top of their entangled hands. She was still looking at Bree with a slightly tilted head and an unreadable expression. The two women were sitting on the couch and for a long time neither of them said a word. They were still sitting close together, hands entangled. Rose hadn’t said a world since Bree took her hand so boldly, but speaking didn’t seem appropriate right now. Bree didn’t want to destroy the magic of the moment with some lame words so she kept quiet and let her feelings wash over her. Rose had looked deeply into her eyes for a long time. Then she had just retreated to watching their hands. Bree caressed Rose’s hands slowly, gently. It felt just too good to be true, despite her own uncertainty. It felt so good to touch Rose again. Rose still allowed Bree to hold her hands and was beginning to stroke tiny circles with her fingertips. Bree cleared her throat. “Rose, this feels good.” It came out in a whisper and Rose just nodded, stroking wider circles over Bree’s hands and wrists now. With a rush of confidence Bree bent forwards towards Rose who had her face cast down, still observing their hands. Bree pursed her lips and kissed Rose’s forehead lightly, not drawing back after the kiss but lingering, feather kissing till she reached the temple and hairline. Rose’s face was moving upwards to meet hers until their cheeks were pressed next to each other. Bree wanted to know what this was all about, what it meant, where it was going. She decided it was time for more. If Rose rejected her she would be heartbroken, not to mention drop dead embarrassed. Finally her longing pushed her over the edge. She was so insecure that her lips started trembling as she turned her face towards Rose’s. She kissed her cheek and could feel Rose’s tense breathing. This time there was no going back, this time she did not intend to stop. Even though the fear was overwhelming and a thousand questions where burning a hole in her brain and part of her wanted to run away as fast as her legs would carry her to hide her embarrassment and her wild heartbeat, she stayed. Instead, she closed her eyes and searched Rose’s lips with her own. She missed Rose’s lips by inches, hitting the side of her lips rather than the center of her mouth. But Rose’s lips found hers. And she pressed her lips ever so lightly against Bree’s. Rose’s lips were so soft, Bree was totally lost in the sensation. Their kissing was gentle, light, sensuous. It was a total pleasure and time stood still as their lips locked and moved against each other with more pressure. Rose’s lips parted ever so slightly and Bree pushed her tongue lightly into the inviting softness. The tips of their tongues found each other and it was as if a pleasant electric shock went through Bree. She pushed further and soon their tongues were playing a gentle game of entwining and releasing. Rose’s taste was neutral, yet sweet. Her mouth smooth, her tongue cold at first, then heating up as their kiss grew more passionate. Bree moved closer and embraced her. She had been wanting to hold Rose again like this ever since the weekend. All her wanting and longing had finally been answered and she held Rose close. She swore she could feel Rose’s heart against her chest, beating even wilder than her own. She drew away her lips to rest her head onto Rose’s shoulder. After regaining her breath again she just took in Rose’s sweet scent and the emotion and the electric stirring beneath them. She was just thinking that lying down would be much more comfortable when Rose lowered herself onto the sofa and drew Bree with her almost simultaneously. They were lying close together, next to each other. Silently they found each other’s lips again and went diving into a more forceful kiss. Bree chased Rose’s tongue back and forth and back and forth and Rose obediently picked up her pace and directions. Bree pushed Rose to one side with her weight until Rose rolled over and Bree lay on top of her. Their kiss grew even more urgent, faster and faster their tongues circled around each other, leaving Bree breathless. She felt the heat rising in her body, a tightness around her chest and that familiar tingling sensation in the middle of her body. Rose was sighing beneath her, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. She grabbed Bree tightly and Bree pressed up against her. After an eternity of kissing, Bree supported her head onto her elbow and looked at Rose. She was looking at Bree as well and smiling. “Mhm...” Rose said. “Mhm what?” teased Bree. “Just... You...” sighed Rose and pushed against Bree for another heated kiss. Bree held Rose close while her hands explored Rose’s side, grazing and stroking her all over. She broke from her kiss only to nibble at Rose’s neck, making her way toward her cleavage, using her lips and tongue. Rose couldn’t hold back any more and a loud, dark moan escaped her lips. Bree knew she was on the right track... She traced a string of kisses over Rose’s torso, stopping a moment to marvel at Rose’s juicy breasts under the fabric of her clothes. Then she gently slipped her hand under the material and started stroking Rose’s nipple. She glanced up to observe Rose, eyes shut, breath bated, biting her lips. The soft nipple turned into a tiny rock hard marble under her fingertips. She rolled the marble between her thumb and index finger while pushing her bra up with her free hand. Rose was silently enjoying the sensation. Then she got rid of her shirt and her breasts lay now before Bree, fully exposed. Bree pushed herself against Rose and massaged both breasts desperately, being too aroused for slow and soft petting. She swore she could feel the sliding wetness of her pussy, but it was hidden well in the depth of cloth. Rose rapidly shifting beneath her answered all the concern she had about being to straightforward. Then Rose sprang into motion as well, her hands were all over Bree, rapidly tugging to free her breasts. Rose grabbed both and massaged them hard, then she turned towards the nipples and rolled them between index and thumb simultaneously. Bree’s moans grew louder and Rose looked at her while sighing deeply herself. This was too good to stop, and she was so aroused. Without further hesitation she pushed Rose’s skirt up and found her way into her panties. She pushed her hand down into Rose’s slit. Rose was so wet. Her pussy was begging to be touched. She circled Rose’s clit with her thumb while her middle finger traced her pussy’s entrance. Rose was very slippery and over the edge aroused. She moaned under Bree’s touch. Bree was rubbing her clit faster now and she could feel Rose was almost there. All of a sudden she slowed down, and Rose cried in agony. Then sped up her pace again on her clit and Rose responded with moans instantly. Then Bree alternated between painfully slowly rolling her clit between thumb and index finger and giving it fast but super light strides. Finally she settled on pumping her clit fast with her thumb. Her index and middle finger found their way downwards and came to rest on Rose’s perineum, brushing it lightly. Suddenly bold, she asked demandingly, “What do you want?” Rose opened her eyes and looked straight into Bree’s light blues. She swallowed hard and moaned shakily, “My ass. Cover my asshole.” If Bree was a little shocked by that command, she didn’t show it. She moved down to Rose’s pink wrinkled hole and circled it lightly. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, but not with much pressure. Then she increased the pressure of her fingers against both Rose’s clit and her backhole. “Oh Bree, yes!” Rose cried out, arching towards her hand. “Faster, I need more....” she moaned breathlessly. Bree rocked her clit up and down and stiffened her middle finger against her anus. She massaged Rose’s pleasure point faster and faster, dancing wild pirouettes on her clit and whipping her asshole into a frenzy. She circled her fingers faster and faster, back and forth, back and forth in an ancient rhythm. Rose’s whole body clenched and she bucked hard against Bree’s fingers as Bree thrust against her flesh hard, rubbing her clit furiously. Rose came and Bree could feel the spasms of her orgasm rocking her ass muscle. She rubbed her slowly and hard until Rose lay still and breathless... An Anal Seduction Tale Ch. 03 Whatever it was between Rose and Bree, Bree had stopped trying to define it. During their last encounter they had shared such passionate kisses that she was sure Rose must have feelings for her as well. Neither of them could deny their wanton physical connection. After Bree had her way with Rose, Rose had intently returned the favor. But soon after Bree had orgasmed, Rose had not lingered and was eager to leave again. They had had fantastic sex twice, yet afterwards Rose was very reluctant to call Bree, or agree to meet her. It was curious. Bree knew she had deeper feelings for Rose but those were obviously not reciprocated in a way she wished. She was growing tired of always having to take the initiative. This time she swore to herself she would wait. She waited two days. Then three. As weekend came and went, she constantly had to remind herself of her resolution, all without a word from Rose. Finally, on Tuesday afternoon her phone rang and it was Rose. "Can we meet?" Rose asked her outright. Bree agreed to a meeting the next evening. She already had dinner obligations, so Rose suggested having drinks somewhere afterwards, but Bree invited her to her apartment instead. She was surprised that Rose agreed. Rose arrived in time and Bree couldn't help but notice that Rose had gotten a bit dressed up for the occasion. Bree herself was wearing her sexiest black pencil dress. They greeted rather formally. They sat down at the table and shared a weird, strained conversation. Then Bree gathered all her courage, took a sharp breath and said, "So, Rose..." but Rose interrupted her. "Can we just not talk about it, Bree?" Bree looked at her in surprise. "Please, Bree? I just don't want to talk about it." Bree sighed. "All right. But why are you here then, Rose?" "I think you know why I'm here." And with that, Rose got up and stepped away from the table. With one fluid motion she stepped out of her dress. "I just need you to work your magic on me, Bree." So Bree stood up, a bit confused, but she didn't need further encouragement. The talking could wait, after all. She led Rose into the bedroom. "Lie down on your stomach." Rose did as instructed. Bree took off her high heels and dropped them in front of the bed. Then she took a bottle off the nightstand. It was a special silicone oil that could be used for massaging as well as entering the body. Bree suppressed a grin. Then she pushed Rose's legs wide apart and knelt in between. She opened the bottle and poured some oil on her ass. She spread the oil and expertly massaged both cheeks with her hands. Rose's ass was small and tight and she watched her backhole that was all exposed in front of her now. She traced one finger towards the middle of her cheeks, going up and down but leaving out her rosebud, brushing over her perineum, each time just a little closer to her anus. When she brushed a finger lightly over her pink asshole for the first time, a deep moan escaped Rose's throat. Bree was absolutely turned on by the sight in front of her but she forced herself to keep a slow pace. As she slid back and forth between both her openings, she could feel how wet Rose's pussy was but she did not go inside. Instead she moved towards her tiny pink hole. She spread more oil onto it, this time directly onto the puckered ridge. Then she traced ever so lightly around the backhole, grazing the subtle edges of her ring. Bree's thumb replaced her index on the other's asshole, gently circling it. She circled her anus with her thumb lightly, around and around, rubbing her tiny hole first in one direction, then the other. She slipped her finger side to side, then up and down. Rose's back tightened against Bree's grip and a series of deep sighs escaped her lips. Bree spotted her tiny clit standing out from its hood fully erect. Bree pressed the index of her other hand against her clit without moving it. Instead, she focused on rubbing her butthole again. She started stroking her tight anal muscle faster, first around her anus, then through the centre. Up and down she moved, travelling the tiniest bit inward, then very slowly in and out of her ring. Bree stiffened her finger and pushed against the sweet hole with a steady gentle pressure. As Rose's sphincter contracted she moaned, then relaxed her anus and enjoyed the invading pressure. The fierce hotness emanating from inside the Rose's backhole almost pushed Bree over the edge. She fucked her asshole slowly, drawing her finger out wide, then pushing it inside again. She increased her tempo and Rose was moaning steadily now and bucked against her finger. Bree worked her ass fast now, in and out of the forbidden hole. "May I touch myself?" Rose asked in a hushed voice. "Yes." Then her hand reached down to stroke her pussy. She circled her swollen clit. She masturbated her clit faster while Bree fingered her ass. Then Rose withdrew her finger, to Rose's surprise. When she returned, she pushed her index and middle finger into the tight asshole. Rose moaned deeply. "Look at me!" Bree ordered. Rose shifted a bit to the side so she could look at Bree over her shoulder. "You like it up your ass, don't you?" Rose nodded wildly. "Yes, I need it up my ass." Rose rubbed her hard little clit faster and harder and her backhole clenched tight as she rocked hard against Bree's deeply buried fingers. She fucked hard against Rose's two fingers and with one last desperate cry, a hard orgasm spread through her body, originating deep in her ass. She rode the spasm waves and rubbed her clit all the way through them, rubbing until she exploded a second time. Bree continued to move her fingers rhythmically until Rose lay still on the bed. Then she withdrew and moved closer towards her lover. Bree wanted to be close to Rose while she still had the chance to. She wanted to feel her and bathe in her warmth before she was out the door again. Her skin felt electrified when she came in contact with the other woman's warmth. So she slipped next to her and Rose turned onto her side towards Bree. Very carefully, Rose raised an arm and stroked Bree's side. Bree was still wearing her black pencil dress and Rose's gentle hands petted her through the silk. With a sigh, Bree quickly pulled the dress away. Rose definitely had something about her that made Bree cross her own boundaries time and time again. Bree didn't stop Rose when she reached down between her legs. She found her stiff swollen clit and teased it gently. Bree was way past teasing and pressed hard against the other's hand. With two or three more vigorous strokes she was almost over the top. Without any cues Rose circled her clit faster and harder, working it under and between her fingers. When Bree couldn't take it anymore she exploded, her head pushing against Rose's shoulder and her face buried into Rose's black hair. Her orgasm washed over them and time stood still as she pressed closer to Bree. An Anal Seduction Tale Ch. 04 Bree and Rose had settled to a very weird routine. They had sex, but afterwards they didn't talk, and in the days that would follow there was no contact. It was their secret dance. The first woman to give herself over to her lust would call first. Bree gave in more frequently than Rose. When they met, they avoided talking about their feelings or about what had happened between the sheets. Bree had given up categorizing their relationship, and it seemed Rose certainly didn't want to talk about it. When they went clubbing, Bree felt like she was invisible. Rose chatted up guys and flirted around. Then they got drunk and went home together and Rose would let Bree fuck her. They had only kissed on one occasion and they didn't share much intimacy apart from pure animalistic sex. Part of Bree regretted that but she didn't want to push Rose too hard. It was Saturday night and, as usual, they were out. Rose was more than just a little tipsy and couldn't take her hands off Bree in the club. Bree was surprised, and flattered. She knew she had to take Rose home as fast as possible. The fumbling and tugging of clothes continued in a cab. They almost fell on their way up the staircase to Rose's apartment. Somehow they made it through the door, giggling like mad. They crashed into the kitchen, a whirlwind of half unbuttoned clothes. Immediately, Bree took command. "Shut up and turn around!" Rose turned around obediently and bent over her heavy wood kitchen table. Bree focused on Rose's backside, exposed in front of her. She lightly brushed against Rose's black silk underpants, tracing the way from her clit over her pussy to her backhole. She spread Bree's legs wide and started playing with her pussy's entrance through the soft material. "Stop playing around with my pussy. You know what I need, so don't keep me waiting, bitch!" Rose ordered. Bree snickered to herself. Rose had become quite direct when it came to voicing how she wanted to be pleased and fucked. Bree absolutely appreciated that virtue of hers. She shrugged her shoulders and with one movement she slipped the black silk off. She herself stayed fully dressed. "Tell me what you want!" Bree ordered. "You know what I want! Rub my asshole first and then fuck me there." Another one of Rose's hidden qualities Bree liked was her nasty vocabulary. Bree began to circle Rose's ass cheeks. She stroked the marble skin in front of her hard because she knew there was no need to be gentle. Yet, Bree liked to tease her. Bree's thumb found her perineum and brushed a finger over it, touching it more lightly than Rose needed. She was already moaning demandingly. Bree stroked upwards towards her backhole, over it and barely touching it, then back towards her pussy's entrance. Back and forth, back and forth, rubbing her asshole with growing pressure each time. Finally she circled only the pink hole, around and around. Rose's right hand broke free and reached out towards her hard erect clit. She masturbated herself, stroking her clit while Bree worked her asshole. "Don't keep me waiting, fuck me there already!" Bree's smiled with anticipatory glee. "And where would 'there' be?" She teased and stopped rubbing Rose's butthole, letting her finger rest against it. Rose bucked and pushed herself against Bree's finger, trying to push it inside of her backdoor, but Bree withdrew. "Say it! Tell me exactely where you want to be fucked and how, or I won't give it to you!" she demanded. Rose sighed, then she hissed with a sudden outburst of anger, "Fuck me up my ass, bitch. And make it hard!" Bree didn't let her wait any longer. She pushed her finger into Rose's tight opening. She fingerfucked her ass while Rose masturbated. Rose's fingers were dancing over her swollen clit faster and faster wile Bree fucked her asshole harder with just one finger. Harder and faster and harder and faster she pushed into her anus, with each push through her sphincter Rose rubbed her clit faster and faster, until she broke into a slow motion on her clit and exclaimed with a barely audible voice, "Faster up my ass! Faster!" Bree obeyed and pushed a second finger up her tight backhole and fucked away, using all her physical capability to pump Rose's ass. Then Rose's hand on her clit was so fast that Bree could hardly see it, and with the words "Yeah, up my ass, up my ass, faster up my ass, up my fucking ass....." Rose spasmed and a final loud moan rattled in her throat. Rose froze as she orgasmed hard.