0 comments/ 69428 views/ 8 favorites BethAnne & Debbie By: Cre8tiveBliss I wrote this story before my first real-time adventure with another woman. I really embellished the writing to help whet my growing, but as yet unfulfilled appetite for girl-girl activities. So when it was written, it was pure fantasy, with lots of room for literary license. For instance, the story proclaims I am "built like a brick outhouse." In real life, I am afraid, I don't think I would make it to the advertising section of Penthouse magazine. I was 20 or 21 when I wrote the words, but the fictional BethAnne in the story is 34. And no, dear readers, I do not have a Doctoral Degree and I don't teach biology. On the "truth is stranger than fiction" side, the story contains a lot of references to "anal" activities, something I had fantasized about since puberty but only started doing once I met my only lover. I certainly hope you enjoy it. * * * * * My name is BethAnne. I'm a lesbian, and proud of it. I make no secret of that fact. Even my family is aware of my sexual proclivities. I have a PhD from the University of Pennsylvania, but I'm not an intellectual by any stretch of the imagination. I teach Biology at a small college near Boston, Massachusetts. That's where I met Debbie, my current lover. I guess you could say that teacher's should not choose their students for lovers, and I'd be the first to agree with you--under normal circumstances. I didn't pursue Debbie--she went after me. Not that I minded, of course, but I had been used to making my own meal tickets, so to speak, when and where I wanted, under my terms. I'm 34 years old, and Debbie is 21. It may seem like a wide disparity between our ages, but it has never been a problem. She's a senior, majoring in--you guessed it--Biology. In some ways we are quite opposite--like I'm dark-haired and she's as blonde as they come. I'm built like the proverbial brick outhouse and Debbie is slender and small-breasted. I like the quiet solitude of making love by the fireplace on a cold winter's night, with lots of hugs the next morning; Debbie will do anything for a sexual thrill. She is, to say the least, insatiable in that area. I like Mozart; she likes heavy rock. I like exotic foods; she likes hamburgers and French fries. It has been said that opposites attract, and I guess our relationship goes to prove that. I will say this--we are completely compatible sexually. I get my fireplace romance when I want it and she gets her kicks in some rather of kinky ways whenever she wants it. Yes, sometimes I have to play the domme and punish her, because she has that side of her as well, but primarily I like getting off by letting her lick my slit or, when I really get hot, my anus. We are both happy when the other gets off, and we are tolerant of each other's needs. We've been together now for almost three years, so I guess we're doing something right. Last night it was my turn to be the aggressor. When I came home from teaching my last class at four in the afternoon, Debbie was stretched out across the sofa, studying Algebra--my worst subject in college, her best. She was wearing a blue denim skirt and a white pullover sweater. As was my usual custom, I came over to her and gave her a light kiss the cheek. She smelled fresh, like she had recently taken a shower. "Hi, babes, how are you doing?" She didn't take her nose out of the book as she responded, "Fine." That was it--"Fine." Not a "Fine, how are you?" but just "Fine." Not one look up at me. Not a return kiss. Typical unromantic Debbie. I decided that she needed a few lessons in manners, as well as a little culture, but not in that order, so I turned the compact disc player on softly so Mozart could re-enter Debbie's life. She seemed relatively unperturbed by the event. Sometimes I just want shake the little stinker. She can be so cool at times that I wonder how she will ever turn on to me again. I was wearing a suit, which I usually did for my late afternoon classes. This one was a light brown tweed, about 80% wool, with a matching skirt and jacket and a white blouse. I hung the jacket in the hall closet and strolled over to the little bookworm. She had conveniently bent her legs at the knees and pointed her bare feet in the air, leaving me enough room to sit down on the sofa next to her, with her legs perpendicular to my thighs and her body lounging to my left. Before sitting down at her feet, I flicked on the evening news. Just my cup of tea--Mozart and the evening news (and, of course, Debbie). The first ten minutes of the evening news was singularly uneventful, basically the same old crap. Debbie was really absorbed in her Algebra, so I knew better than trying to make conversation with her. Her bare, creamy white legs were closed tightly. Every once in a while she kicked one or the other foot in my direction, letting it land unceremoniously on my thigh, before raising it skyward again. She did this several times, and I thought nothing of it. She was merely releasing a little nervous energy. On the third or fourth time that she did this, the bottom half of her leg remained over the top of my thigh, lingering there long enough for me to bring the palm of my left hand on her calve muscle and my other hand to her foot. Just as nonchalantly, I began gently kneading the firm calve muscle, not trying to do anything sexual (honestly), just trying to relax her. "That feels good," she sighed, lowering her other leg across my thighs, allowing me to alternate from leg to leg. I massaged her legs for the better part of five minutes while she turned the pages of her book, making notes in the margin from time to time. It wasn't until I started playing with her bare feet that I began to get just a little tingly. I knew she liked having her feet played with, and the both of us often used each other's feet as part of our love-making. I mean it's not like we have a foot fetish or anything like that, it's just that feet can be quite sensual. Since we often started our love-making by playing around with each other's feet, maybe it was the old Pavlovian response that started me going again. Whatever the reason, just as a commercial came on, I lowered my head far enough to plant a light kiss on the sole of Debbie's right foot. After all, it was there for the taking, wasn't it? The gentle kiss brought a perceptible "Mmm," from her inside her throat. It was a sexual "Mmm," and we both knew it, but I gave her the same treatment she had given me by simply ignoring her and keeping my eyes peeled to the TV tube. When I did it a second time, several minutes later, and simultaneously caressed the upper part of her foot at the same time with my free hand, the "Mmm," got louder and Debbie slowly closed the book and placed it on the floor. "Finished your homework?" I asked. "Not yet." "I can leave so you can finish it. I didn't mean to interrupt you." "It can wait," she said, her voice thickening slightly. "Do you want me to turn off the TV?" I was teasing her now. "Leave it on if you want," she replied, playing the same game with me. "Did you just take a bath?" "Uh-uh. How did you know?" "Mmm, you smell nice and fresh." "Even my feet?" she giggled. I laughed. "Even your feet." Debbie shifted her weight just a bit, moving her hips closer to the back of the sofa. In the process, she opened her legs, sans stockings, just wide enough to give me a fleeting glimpse of her stark white panty crotch. If she had made the movement on purpose, to tease me with a view up her skirt, albeit brief, it worked. I get turned on too easily, especially by apparently inconsequential events, and this was certainly one of them. There was now no doubt in my mind that I was going to have her, and it was my turn to be aggressive. We seemed to have an understanding about this, sometimes just a unsaid feeling that one of us would be passive. I can't say there was any rhyme or reason to our aggressive/passive traits; it would just happen that one of us would be laid back and let the other have her way. Tonight I would have my way. Debbie, after dropping the book to the floor, placed one arm over the other and dropped her head to the top forearm, pretending to be interested in the television. She left her legs over my thighs to play with, and during the entire weather report, which neither of us paid much attention to, I rubbed her calves, her ankles, and her feet. She thoroughly enjoyed the attention. Since she was wearing a skirt, the hem of which was about half-way up her pretty thighs, I could have easily reached inside the skirt and ran my hand up the back of her thigh, but I wanted to take things nice and easy. We had all evening, so why rush? Besides, I found that our sex was always much better when we took our time, building the mood slowly with long period of foreplay. For my part, I know my orgasms are more intense the longer I stay sexually aroused. When the commercial came on after the weather report, I hit the remote control button to turn the television off. It was time to get serious. I looked to my side at Debbie who was still reclined on her tummy, her head at the far end of the sofa. Her eyes were closed now, and I could almost hear her purring as I went after her left foot. First, I held her ankle and upper foot as I planted another soft kiss right in the middle of the sole, but this time I followed it with a light trail of my tongue. The tender touch caused Debbie to inhale deeply; her exhalation was accompanied by a throaty moan. "Somebody likes their feet to be played with," I said. "That feels good, BethAnne. Don't stop." "I hadn't planned on stopping," I whispered, changing the position of her foot in my hands so I could bring my lips to the upper part, as well as the toes. I kissed her foot, ever so gently, then listened for the telltale hiss between her teeth that told me I was slowly turning her on. If I were a betting person, my wager would have been that her crotch, like mine, was beginning to lather up with some sweet-tasting juices. I would find out soon enough. When I brought her freshly washed toes to mouth and suckled more than one of them, running the tip of my tongue between them, Debbie let out with more than a few loud moans and shifted her head once or twice from side to side over her arm. She was so easy to turn on it was amazing. But no matter how turned on she was, we both knew that it was my right to take my time and do whatever I wanted, at my pace. So I spent a good five minutes driving her crazy--licking, sucking, kissing, biting, squeezing first one foot and then the other. I didn't exactly grow tired of this activity; I could have toyed with her toes for a much longer time, but I just wanted to move on to bigger and better things. So I shifted my behind toward the center of the sofa, my thighs moving beneath Debbie's. She lifted her hips up well off the sofa to accommodate my movement, once she realized what I was doing. In the process, her blue denim skirt shifted almost all the way up her smooth, white legs. When I centered my body beneath the middle of hers, with her abdomen over my lap, I smoothed out the skirt so it was more presentable. Not that it really mattered at this point, but my preservation of Debbie's modesty was part of my little game. I really wanted to pull her skirt all the way up and play with her gorgeous ass, but I had to take my time and do it right. Her hips were a little heavy on my abdomen, so I shifted just enough to become comfortable. Her skirt-covered buns were there for the taking. At first, I rested my right forearm on the back of Debbie's thigh, my elbow digging into the soft, warm flesh just beneath the hem of her skirt, while I gently scratched her back with my other hand, over the top of her pullover. It would have been the perfect position to give her a little spanking, but that is what she liked to do to me. I decided to concentrate on the more genteel side of my sexual character and let Debbie stay with the kinky stuff. Besides, I was having enough fun knowing her wonderful split pumpkin was about to be mine. After scratching Debbie's back for a few moments, I let my right hand wander down to the back of her left knee, squeezed it softly, then ran it to the hem of her skirt, lightly caressing the warm skin with my fingertips along the way. I did the same with her right leg, only in the opposite direction, this time ending at her calve. She let a few more "Mmm's" while I massaged her legs, being careful not to let my hand wander beneath her skirt, no matter how much the both of us wanted me to. Reflexively, Debbie parted her legs a little, an obvious invitation for me to get quite a bit more friendly. I merely took the opportunity to caress the insides of her creamy smooth legs as well. I don't know why, because I usually like to be undressed rather than undress myself in situations like this, but as I massaged Debbie's legs with my right hand, I began unbuttoning my blouse with my free hand. Her eyes were closed as she reveled in the ecstasy of the moment, so she had no idea what I was doing. I guess I just felt like being more free, and that was my way of doing it. In a few seconds, the two halves of my white cotton blouse were parted, revealing my lacy bra. I am very proud of my big tits, and really enjoyed showing them off to Debbie. With Debbie's moans becoming more insistent, and her breathing becoming more labored, I got bolder with my hand and moved it, for the first time this evening, underneath the denim skirt, over the backs of her thighs, and then back out, teasing her cruelly, but heightening the sexuality of the moment. She opened her legs even wider now, all but telling me where she wanted my hand to go. "Your legs are so soft," I whispered, my voice breaking slightly because of my state of arousal. "It feels so good, BethAnne," she sighed. "It feels good to me, too, babes." This time I moved my hand all the way up her skirt, past the "V" of her half- spread legs, and ran my fingers over the silky softness of her panties. Looking down at the back of Debbie's skirt, I could see my hand bulging beneath it as it moved over the delightfully yielding flesh. The effect on her was electric--she raised her buns to meet my hand and groaned loudly, so much so in fact that one might have thought she was feeling great pain instead of intense pleasure. "Oh, I'm so wet!" she cried, an obvious invitation for me to reach between her legs and search for the source of her wetness. "I'm not finished with your gorgeous ass yet, you little stinker!" "Oh, BethAnne, I'm so turned on. You know just how to do me. Please make me come!" I figured it was as good a time as any to play with some other parts of Debbie's body, so I slid my left hand under her loose pullover and went straight for the bra beneath. The cup of the bra was thin enough to feel the hardening nipple inside the soft cotton. I pinched the nubbin lightly between my thumb and forefinger even as I continued to let my other hand wander all over the silky panties beneath Debbie's skirt. In the process, her skirt rode higher and higher up the stark whiteness of her legs until, at last, the even whiter bottom of her undies came into view, along with the already moistened panty crotch at the 'V' of her slightly parted legs. I eased the skirt the rest of the way over Debbie's upward-pointing buttocks, exposing the bright sheen of the silky white panties which clung tightly to her ass. When I lowered my head and planted a gentle kiss on the back of the bikini- styled panties, nipping the flesh beneath the soft material lightly with my teeth, she moaned loudly and pressed her backside into my face. The musky, womanly odor emanating from her sex filled my nostrils and intoxicated me like no drug or alcohol could ever do. Debbie had a way of putting me on a natural high. I raised my head and placed my palms on her panty-clad ass, smoothing out what few wrinkles there were in the sexy garment. "Are you going to do something nice to my ass?" she husked, with an air of obvious hope in her voice. "I suppose I could, if you really wanted me to," I replied in a teasing manner. "Yes, I do," she sighed. "What would you like me to do to your ass, Debbie? Tell me." I could almost hear her gulp. "Mmm, you could use your finger... or your tongue. Yes, that would be very nice." "Well, which do you prefer, finger or tongue?" "I... I don't know. I like them both." For the first time I noticed a long, thin candle, red in color, in a metal holder on the coffee table in front of us. My mind clicked instantly. It would be perfect! "Or I could put something even deeper inside you, if you would like that." "Oh, BethAnne, you choose. Whatever you want to do is fine, only do it, please do it soon. I need it so badly!" I leaned forward and pulled the candle from its base. I don't think that Debbie even realized what I had done. Boldly, I grasped the top of her panties and, with one quick swipe, drew the silky whites over her buttocks and half-way down her thighs. Words cannot express how beautiful the sight of the crack of her ass yielding to the crack of her slit was to my eyes. The two cracks, one wide and one thin, seemed to merge perfectly, to blend almost as one. I decided to use the wetness that had formed around the outside of Debbie's vagina as the lubricant for inserting the candle into her asshole. I dipped the elongated tip of the candle into the warm, sticky moisture of her sexual excretions, drawing some of the almost clear substance from the vaginal to the anal area in one slow movement. I think Debbie thought I was using my finger. She sighed and opened her legs a bit wider, causing the pussy lips to part far enough to reveal the soft, pink, moist tissues that lined the inside of the slit. "Mmm, what is it?" she asked excitedly. "It's only a candle, babes. It won't hurt." Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread the lower ass cheeks apart, exposing the tiny, pink, crinkled rosebud, surrounded by tiny, light-colored sepia. I had seen her anus hundreds of times, yet each time seemed new and exciting. "Are you going to put it deep inside of me?" "Uh-uh. As far as it will go!" "Yes, I'd like that. Do you want to give me an enema first?" The little stinker really wanted to have it all. She was almost pleading. I smiled at her suggestion. I knew she loved getting enemas, but I wasn't in the mood right now. "I don't think that will be necessary quite yet, Debbie," I replied, leaving her some hope for later. "Perhaps later then," she said huskily. "Perhaps," I whispered. I placed the tiny red tip of the eight-inch long candle against the tiny, pink, puckered anus, then listened to Debbie's long hiss between her teeth. "Are you sure it won't hurt?" she asked, her voice so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Oh, maybe just a little bit, but you're a big girl now, I think you can take it." "If it hurts, will you take it out right away?" she asked nervously. "Of course. But if you don't want me to do it...." I teased. "Oh!," she interrupted quickly, afraid that I might really change my mind, "I'm only a little scared." "I thought so," I whispered soothingly. "Okay, Debbie, I want you to relax completely. I'm ready to insert it now. Mmm, I love your cute little asshole!" I used my thumb and forefinger of my right hand to hold the candle press its tip the center of Debbie's anus. She took a deep breath and held it as I pressed inward, watching the thinnest part of the candle easily break through the lubricated sphincter. "Oh, BethAnne, that's soooooo nice!" she exclaimed as she felt the hard wax move slowly into her. "Did that hurt? It's in a little bit already!" I asked. "Oh, no, not at all. It feels kind of good." I moved the tip of candle just inside the opening, testing the resiliency of the sphincteral wall. She squirmed as the sensations went through her like tiny bolts of electric. "I thought you might like that. Keep relaxing, I'm going to put it further inside of you." She gasped loudly as I slid the candle further into her warm, dark rectum, twisting it just a bit from side to side as it entered her even further. BethAnne & Debbie With at least two inches of the candle inside her, but not quite at the thickest part of the phallic-like device, I paused an examined what I had done this far. The bright red wax candle looked obscene, sticking out of her behind, being gripped tightly by her tiny anus which was now stretched nicely. I took a moment to scratch her buns and the back of her thighs lightly with my fingernails, watching the goose bumps form all over the affected area. "You're a hot little number. You know that, don't you?" "I feel kind of silly with that thing in my... in my..." "Say it!" "In my asshole!" she blurted. "Oh, it feels so good BethAnne! Can you put it in further?" "If you want me to," I teased. "Yes! Oh, please yes! It doesn't hurt at all. I just want to feel it deeper inside me." "You know that I'm going to make you cook supper with that candle in your ass!" There was a pregnant pause. "You're kidding, right?" "I couldn't be more serious, Debbie." "What if someone comes over?" "Then I'll take it out. But I want you to feel what's like having to walk around with that thing inside you, just like you made me do it with a dildo in my pussy last week." "BethAnne! You were getting punished last week." "So I'm punishing you for punishing me. All's fair in love and war, babes!" "Can I wear a skirt or something over it. I mean it's a little embarrassing walking around with something sticking out of your ass!" "It's supposed to be embarrassing, my dear. Stand up!" Debbie found movement difficult, to say the least, as she moved off of my lap and stood up next to the sofa, facing away from me. I wasted no time in removing her blue denim skirt, but left the panties bunched around her thighs in place. "Lift up your arms!" I commanded, and drew her sweater over the upraised arms as soon as she obeyed me. Just as quickly, I unhooked the bra. When she dropped her arms, on her own volition, the bra straps slid down them. I made her turn around, then slid forward on the seat and put my arms around her back, grasping the candle which was still ensconced in her ass. I rested my cheek on her belly, looking down at the pretty forest of light-brown curls which adorned her lower abdomen and the bunched-up panties. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Quiet! I'm just shoving it in a bit further so it doesn't fall out. Relax!" I could feel the candle moving further inside of Debbie's rectum. I wanted to bend my head lower and touch my lips to the soft curls just inches away, but knew that if I started eating her my intentions would change quickly. "There," I finally said, "I think that should do nicely. Go make supper!" "Hey! What about my panties?" "I think they look just fine like that. It adds to the aura, my dear. Hurry up and get going before I shove a larger sized plug in your butt!" Debbie turned, red-faced, and began walking toward the kitchen. She looked back at me, with one of those "Do-I-have-to-do-this?" looks, and I had to laugh inside at the silly sight of the candle bobbing up and down as she took each step, with the panties rolled down to mid-thigh. It was obvious that with each delicate step there was a certain amount of discomfort. Each movement that she made, no matter how slight, served as a constant reminder of her impalement. To make things even more embarrassing, I went into the kitchen so I could watch her move about. She gave me a little dirty look as I walked into the room, like I was going too far, but I think she was enjoying every moment of this little scene just as much as I was. "We should do this more often," I quipped. "You look so cute like that!" "I don't think it's funny," she said, trying to act serious. "It isn't easy walking around with something sticking out of your ass. Have you ever tried it?" "How short our memories are! I seem to remember someone making me go shopping at the mall with a dildo inside my pussy. How do you think I felt?" "That was different. You were being punished. I haven't done anything to deserve this treatment." "I am just beginning to lose my patience, young lady. It's been a long time since I've taken you to the Punish Room and given you a good thrashing, but you're getting close. Debbie gave me another dirty look. She was testing me now. There was a hint of fire in her deep brown eyes. "If you punish me now, BethAnne, there will come a time in the near future when you wish you hadn't." "Is that a threat?" "No! It's a promise. You may think you have the upper hand now, but I don't appreciate being humiliated like this!" She was facing me now, her naked breasts swaying slightly, her full bush looking as enticing as ever above the half- lowered panties. "Turn the oven off," I said matter-of-factly. She looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. "I-I thought you wanted supper." "There is something more important than that, my dear. You just made an appointment for yourself in the Punish Room." Debbie looked at me and gulped. "Wait," she pleaded, "I'm sorry...." "It's too late for sorry, Debbie," I interrupted. Her face was red as a beet and the color seemed to flow down her almost naked body. "You haven't whipped me in a long time," she said, her voice beginning to get embarrassingly thick with anticipation instead of fear. "No, but you haven't made me this mad in a long time either." "Look, let's talk this over." "There is nothing to talk about, Debbie. I've made up my mind. The longer you hesitate, the worse it gets. Come here next to me!" Debbie's eyes never left mine as she sauntered forward, each step a tacit reminder of the candle still ensconced in her rectum. As she neared me, I reached forward and grasped the top of her panties which remained bunched around her thighs. In a whisk, I drew them down her legs. Without a word, she stepped out of them. "That's better. You won't be needing any underwear where you're going. Turn around!" The panties remained on the floor, next to her. She bit her lower lip, in a gesture of nervousness, and turned her now completely naked body away from me, showing me her gorgeous, alabaster buns, with the base of the red candle still poking obscenely out of her asshole. "And this will just get in my way," I said, grasping the end of the protruding candle and withdrawing it slowly enough to give her a little pleasure. I placed the candle on the table, where she could see it, as a little reminder, then made her turn once again to face me. Her face was still quite red, but her nipples were hard, pebble-like little nubbins that gave away her state of arousal. There was no denying it--just the thought of getting whipped turned Debbie on. Until I had met her, I had never seen a woman get off by a good, hard thrashing. Debbie did. Oh, yes, how she did! The feigned look of fear in her eyes did not alter the fact that her pussy was by now flowing copiously with her love juices. When I was through with her tonight, it would be an overflowing reservoir that would burst when I lowered the dam. I knew her so well, knew just how far and in what direction to take her, when to slow down a whipping, when to accelerate it. Sometimes, I would take her words or actions as guidance. Sometimes it was intuitive. I knew exactly what would turn her on. "Pick up your panties," I commanded. She looked at me with a quizzical look once more, but obediently bent and retrieved the silky whites from the floor. "I assume your pussy is getting nice and wet," I said sarcastically. Debbie gulped. "Y-yes," she whimpered. "Then you want to be whipped." She looked pensive for a moment, her mind forming her words. She blushed. "I...I've been a bad girl." Her voice was soft as the morning. "I don't want you to stain the floor of the Punish Room with your badness. I've seen it happen too many times. Stuff your panties in your vagina. "I had never made Debbie do anything like that. It was a spur of the moment idea. "You're serious?" she asked. "Quite," I replied tersely. "Do it!" "Right here...in front of you...standing like this?" I was beginning to get impatient. "Young lady, if I have to do it, you might be hanging upside down from the ceiling and I'll put mine inside you as well. The more you're stuffed, the less you'll flow. "She held the delicate, white panties between her thumb and index finger; they hung downward, toward the floor, limp and frail. Her mind was racing now. She sensed my impatience, but she was still reluctant to obey my command. Too reluctant. Her recalcitrance could not go unpunished. "Give me the panties, Debbie!" I ordered tersely. The look on my face spoke of my seriousness. She gulped and blushed once more as she handed me the soft silkiness. "Yes, it would be better if you did it," she said softly, her lips breaking into the slightest of smiles, anticipating my next move. In handing me the undies, she stepped forward even more, as if to push her furry sex in my direction, invitingly, her hands on her hips. If the little brat thought she was going to get a little satisfaction out of this scene, she was wrong--dead wrong. I was totally displeased with her behavior. I ran my fingers through the delicately soft curls around her pubis... sexily... teasingly. "Such a lovely little pussy," I whispered, not letting my fingers wander any further than beyond her lower abdomen. Her mouth opened slightly, she closed her eyes and cocked her head to the side, her anticipating building. Perhaps she thought she could even avoid the Punish Room by diverting my attention elsewhere. She shoved her sex outward, to meet my fingers, and opened her legs a few more inches, expecting my invasion there. Her light-brown nipples were hard and thick. Instead, I arose all of sudden, tossing the panties onto the table and said, "Don't move. I'll be right back." I went to the freezer where we kept some delicacies to spice up our love life-- ice cylinders to be specific. Yes, long, thin ice cylinders that we normally used to seek and conquer nerve endings on each other's bodies with a slightly burning but extremely sensual and arousing touch. I especially loved it when Debbie would cool one of my nipples for a few delicious seconds by running the ice over it, and then suckle away the pain with the warmth of her mouth. The two extremes of cold and warm, alternated at the just the right intervals, sent me into orbit. And we were not averse to using an ice cylinder briefly on or in other areas--clitoris, vagina, and yes, even the anus. I never came as explosively as the night Debbie alternated a rim job of my puckered asshole with wonderful jabs of the ice cylinder in between. When I let go, and she knew the precise moment of my release, she quickly inserted the cylinder into my rectum-- all the way in! I don't know why, but her action intensified my orgasm tenfold. I thought I would never stop coming. The little brat heard me open the freezer and surely suspected what I had gone in there for, but still had that look of sexy anticipation on her face as I returned, squeezed by her naked body, and sat on the chair in front of her, next to the kitchen table. "Open your legs more! Clasp your hands behind your head! Keep your eyes closed!" I ordered. My command to clasp her hands behind her head should have signaled to her that my intentions were more inclined toward pain than pleasure, as this was often how I positioned her for a little whipping, but she knew there were no straps or whips in the area, so thought I had given the order for affect only. The position she was in now--standing, legs spread, hands clasped behind her head-- caused her cone-like, somewhat smallish breasts to jut out smartly and gave renewed emphasis to the fully engorged, brown-tipped nipples. She was sexiness personified, and her visage showed it. I would soon jolt her back to reality. "I had asked you not once, but twice to put your panties inside your cute little pussy, but you didn't do it. Why?" "I... I was embarrassed," she replied somewhat nervously. "You disobeyed me." "Yes," she whispered. "I'm sorry, BethAnne." "It's too late for sorry, Debbie." "Okay, I'll do it now if it's that important to you." Her voice was almost cracking now with nervousness. If her anxiety was feigned, she was a good actress. "It's too late for that, too. I'm going to have to do it myself," I said, holding the ice cylinder gingerly between my thumb and forefinger, just beneath her splayed legs, feeling it begin to melt upon my fingers, as my free hand merged with the generous growth of hairs that I loved so much. She gasped at the touch as the hairs surrounding her vaginal area matted in the stickiness of her sexual excretions. The panties would surely act like a sponge inside her, preventing too copious a flow a juices, but they would also block the ice cylinder from exiting. I wondered how she would tolerate the extreme cold in her vulva. "You like to have things inside you, don't you Debbie?" "Y-yes," she admitted."Sometimes I wish I were a man, so I could take you in your openings and feel the sensations inside." "I'd like that, too," she husked. "If I can't take you with a real cock, I could invent one, couldn't I? One that would feel almost like the real thing." "Yesssss! Oh, BethAnne, use your finger!" I had her where I wanted her now as my fingers spread the heavily moistened labia apart. "I've got something even better than a finger, honey babes, just keep your eyes closed and tell me how this feels." I wish I could have taken a picture of the look of pure anticipation on her face, or recorded for posterity the ragged breaths that echoed throughout the room. I brought the tip of the ice cylinder less than an inch below the waiting, already opened tunnel. The ice was burning my fingertips, so I could only imagine was prolonged exposure would do to the super-sensitive tissues inside her vagina. I leaned closer to her, smelling her womanly muskiness, as I brought the cylinder to the door and, without warning, eased it all the way into her before she realized what was happening. "AHHH! What is it? It's COLD!!!" "Don't move!" I shouted, reaching for the silky white panties that lay gracefully on the kitchen table. "This should warm things up." Little by little, I started feeding the soft silk to the hungry mouth, working it into her honeypot inch by inch, feeling it slowly disappearing inside her vaginal cavity. She was beside herself now, the stuffed panties having forced the ice cylinder even deeper inside her. "OH! BethAnne! Please take it out! IT'S HURTING ME!" I was satisfied that I wasn't hurting the little bitch sufficiently to cause me to intercede on her behalf. Having known each other in some rather kinky ways over the past few months, we had established a signal between us if things actually did get out of hand. There were times when the both of us used the signal when the pain really became too intense. Until that point, which had yet to be reached, there was an unwritten law that anything went. I knew I hadn't taken her even close to that point yet. For now, it was our little game and today it was Debbie's turn. Tomorrow? Who knows? We both were having fun! "You won't know what pain is until I'm finished with you, young lady. You've been asking for this all evening. I've got half a mind to stick another cylinder in that second little opening of yours down there!" Debbie's eyes widened. "You wouldn't!" she exclaimed. "Can you give me a good reason not to?" "Oh, please," she whimpered with a unrestrained plea in her voice, "I've said I was sorry." "But you disobeyed me--twice!" "I'll do anything...." She was really coming around now. Soon I would have her eating out of my hand (and elsewhere). "You'll do anything for what?" I hissed. "I'll do anything if you take the ice cylinder out of me." She looked straight into my eyes with a look that said she was perfectly serious. "What if I'm not happy with what I have you do for me?" I teased. "Then you can put it back in--two of them--one in each hole if you're not satisfied. Let me make you come, BethAnne." "But that doesn't save you from the Punish Room, Debbie, only from having the ice cylinder inside you." She sensed she was getting somewhere now. "Yes, yes. You can take me to the Punish Room if you want. Oh, BethAnne, please, it's so cold!" She was shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot in a vain attempt to ward off the agonizing pain in vagina. I had to laugh to myself, wondering what it would feel like to have something like inside her. "Will you eat my ass until I come?" She looked at me blankly for a brief second, thinking silently. "If you want," she finally blurted. "Then come here you little bitch. Open your legs!" With her hands on her hips, her knees askew, and her hairy pussy presented perfectly, I reached into her sweet little slit with my thumb and forefinger, found a small portion of the panties, pinched the now moistened garment and yanked from inside her with one smooth motion. The pretty white undies were filled with a mixture of her sexual juices and melted ice. A little gush of running water expelled from the opening, followed by what was left of the ice cylinder, which fell into the palm of my hand. I know she felt a great sense of relief, but she hadn't fulfilled her promise-- yet. I stood up and squeezed by her naked body, walking over to the sink and depositing the ice cylinder into it. Still wearing my dress suit, I was certainly overdressed for what was about to happen. I strode to the kitchen table, next to Debbie, bent over and placed my palms upon it, poking my skirt-covered buns out as best I could. Turning my head, I looked at my lover. "Your tongue," I said thickly. Debbie moved behind me, on cat-like feet, and bent over far enough to grasp the hem of my straight skirt, raising it quickly over my ass, past my silky, delicately embroidered half-slip. That, too, she lifted over my hips, high enough to permit her to easily reach her fingers to my waist and curl them inside the top of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. I felt the mesh stretch tightly across my globes as she pulled it over the split pumpkin to about mid- thigh. "Shall I take your pantyhose all the way off?" "That won't be necessary. Just hurry and do me!" Leaving the pantyhose in place, like a hunter stalking his prey she grasped the pink-colored, bikini-styled panties and whisked them quickly down, exposing my ass completely, but leaving them bunched above the already lowered pantyhose. "I love your ass!" she hissed. "Show me! If I don't come, you're in deep trouble!" "I'm going to make you come so hard that I feel sorry for you," she husked, planting a sweet, passionate kiss on my proffered left cheek, using her tongue for practice, sucking the morsel of tender flesh into her mouth. My ass, particularly my anus, is the most sensitive part of my body, maybe even more so than my clitoris, if you can believe that. I don't like large things being put in me back there, but long, thin dildos, like the candle I had shoved in Debbie's behind, or soft, warm things like her tongue drive me literally insane with desire. After months and months of teaching each other about our mutual desires, sharing and communicating our needs, the both of us knew pretty much just how to get the other off in those certain, special ways. When Debbie sucked my puckered anus into her mouth for the first time, I thought my whole body was going with it. No one, before Debbie, had ever actually sucked my rosehole like that. It was an indescribable feeling that produced one of the greatest orgasms I had ever had. When I felt Debbie opening me up, spreading my cheeks apart to expose the tiny, hairless nether opening, I knew I would be in for a treat. I loved to let her look at me there, in that naughty little place, just as much as I enjoyed studying her more dark, more knobby anus. Soon after parting the flesh around my anal region, I felt her soft, warm breath upon me there, as she blew air over the sensitive nubbin. BethAnne & Debbie "AHHH! I like that!" I sighed. Debbie said nothing, letting her actions do all the talking. Soon she was licking the inside crease of my ass, on either side of the anus, with tiny swipes of her tongue. The little ass licker really had a knack for doing it just right, for building me up slowly and taking me down twisting, turning paths until I was ready to burst. Her tongue slid everywhere around the tiny morsel except directly on it, teasing me to no end, just above it, just below it, a little to the side. She alternated the gentle tonguing with more sweet, warm breaths, until my breathing was ragged and labored. I would do anything the little bitch wanted now, and she knew it. All of a sudden it was Debbie who was in control, at least for the time being, and not me. The first touch of her tongue over my tiny rosebud went from bottom to top, all the way up the inside of the crease of my ass. I remember tossing my head to the side and gasping loudly as the lightning bolt surged through me. "I lick better when it's spread wider," she said so thickly I had difficultly comprehending her. Taking the cue, I moved my hands from the table to the back of my buns and spread the cheeks so wide I could feel my asshole stretch from side to side. "Much better," she murmured softly, kissing me there like a long-lost friend. I took in a long, deep breath, then let it out slowly as her lips never left their encirclement of my anus. It was a prelude to one of her "specials," I was sure. At first, her gentle sucking action was hardly perceptible, but as the seconds passed, the vacuum-like affect became more evident. I could almost feel my asshole being drawn into her mouth, millimeter by millimeter. Breathing was much more difficult for me now. To make things worse, I felt her fingers sliding into my steaming frontal opening. I screamed out loud, then gasped again, as Debbie's tongue shot into me like a sharp knife, past the loose, relaxed sphincter, into the darkened portal. Hardly, though, did I have time to enjoy the exquisite feeling when she abruptly withdrew it. I grunted like a stuck pig as she circled the nubbin with the tip of her tongue, then teased the very center of it for an agonizingly sweet instant, before plunging in again, pressing her face into the spread cheeks of my ass. The second time I felt her warm, wet tongue in my ass was even better than the first. The alternating sucking and licking and probing took its toll sooner than expected. I felt it well up inside me, tornado-like, before the first wave hit me. I literally jumped from the floor and landed on my feet as my orgasm overtook me. My vagina pumped juices all over the two fingers inside me there, and my anus clenched and unclenched like a vise over her never-subsiding tongue. So overwhelmed was I by the feeling, I slumped to the floor in a big, exhausted heap, in a fetal position, my skirt and slip still remaining above my waist, my pantyhose and panties still encircling my thighs. Debbie fell to the floor with me, resting her body on top of my hips, as she gently massaged the naked ass cheeks beneath her. "Oh, Debbie, that was so beautiful!" I sighed between breaths that I was just now becoming able to catch. "You're fantastic!" Her reply was a soft kiss on my right ass cheek and a gentle but insistent insinuation of her fingers over the top of, but not into my crotch, causing yet another shiver all over my body. "You have a special way," I whispered.